#i don't know where it falls in chronology sorry

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Chapter 62* of the first day of the rest of human Bill Cipher's life—he's back in the Mystery Shack but whether or not he's a prisoner anymore is up in the air, he's proven he knows how to escape, and the Pines have proven they don't want to execute him anymore. For now. How's he gonna celebrate?

With back pain! That's what you get from half a week of running around in the woods ignoring all your body's pain signals.

But at least it can't get worse.

This chapter is book compatible but book spoiler free! The fic won't remain spoiler free, but while I figure out how to incorporate the new info in the fic, we're proceeding with pre-written chapters unaltered.

[*you may notice chapter 61 is missing! This plot was done sooner, so I'll be posting chapter 61 sometime after 64. It's not chronological so you're not missing anything!]

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Soos was awakened by Melody as she thrashed and sucked in a gasp like a scream. Groggily, Soos said, "Babe? You okay?"

She rolled over, grabbing for his arms with trembling hands. "Soos—"

"I've got you." He half sat up with a sleepy groan and pulled Melody into his embrace. She pressed her face into his chest with a sigh. As he stroked her hair, her breathing slowly steadied out again.

"M'good," Melody said. "Sorry I woke you."

"Don't worry about it, babe. Always happy to cuddle." He yawned. "Sleep paralysis again?"

"Yeah," Melody sighed.

For as long as Melody could remember, she'd had sleep paralysis nightmares: nights where she'd wake up and find she was unable to move any part of her body but her eyes, and a monster escaped from her worst dreams was lurking in the room. Shadowy figures with glowing eyes, twisted demonic representations of her least favorite teachers, hunched hags with claws extending out of tattered robes—for three years, it had looked like a werewolf-mummy from an old horror movie that terrified her as a child—filling the doorway, or silhouetted in the window, or standing perfectly straight in the corner with neck tilted sideways as though it were broken, or staring hungrily down at her from the ceiling with bulging eyes, or crawling up from the foot of the bed and over her body to grab her throat.

The first time she spent the night with Soos, she'd warned him about her sleep paralysis; but for the past year, she'd never had a nightmare while sleeping in the Mystery Shack. She'd even been completely free of them for several months—something subconsciously reassuring about having her fiancé next to her, probably—until their unwelcome house guest moved in and she'd gone back to sleeping at her aunt's house in town.

And now she was even having them in the shack.

"This is the third time in less than a month," Soos asked. "Same one as usual?"

"Mhm."

"I couldn't protect you this time," Soos said mournfully. "I have failed you as your knight in shining armor... Maybe I need shining armor. Do you think they make like, shiny silver spandex pajamas?"

Melody laughed. "Soos, you goofball." She hugged him tighter. "It's fine. I always get sleep paralysis more when I'm stressed. And the situation in the shack's been... well..."

"Yeah," Soos sighed. "I know." She didn't need to tell him what part of "the situation" was stressing her out.

For the past year, ever since Weirdmageddon—which she'd been just unlucky enough to catch live on a weekend trip to visit Soos—her sleep paralysis demon had looked like Bill Cipher.

She'd told Soos this last fall, and in a panic he'd told her that Bill was a dream-invading demon; and for a moment they'd feared this meant Bill had found a way back. But no—according to Soos, Bill was a real chatterbox, and he was always doing something if he invaded your dreams. The thing Melody saw acted like any of her other nightmares: creepy. Standing on too-long legs at the end of the bed; giving off sickly yellow light she could see through her eyelids; staring at her with one bloodshot eye; crawling onto her chest with claws like gnarled black branches. It was just an unlucky coincidence that the real Bill had been a dream demon, and just an unlucky coincidence that being petrified by an eye-bat felt so much like sleep paralysis.

Ironically, now she had confirmation that her nightmares didn't mean Bill was back—because, when Bill did come back, her nightmares hadn't changed.

"My subconscious just hasn't caught up to the fact that you guys finally executed him," Melody said, getting comfortable to go back to sleep. "The good news is, the real Bill's gone and we never need to worry about that again."

"Oh," Soos said. "Um. By the way. The craziest thing happened at like one in the morning."

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Bill was creeping upstairs to bed when he heard Melody shout, "He's WHAT?!"

He had to clap a hand over his mouth to keep from bursting out giggling.

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Bill was getting better at using his other eyes in his sleep, even when he hadn't chemically connected himself to them. His range wasn't very far yet. From inside the shack, all he could feel was his hoodie, his new necklace, a handful of drawings Mabel had done, and four blankets of his zodiac wheel: two in the kids' room, one in Soos's, and one in the dark.

Around eight in the morning, Mabel was still sleeping comfortably and Dipper was staring at the ceiling worrying; all was right with the world. He only glanced into Soos's room long enough to overhear Melody, "—I'm not mad at you, I'm just mad about the whole situation. I mean, I'll adjust, but still—" before moving on, uninterested in listening to a cutesy couple reassuring each other.

The fourth blanket was in some tight dark container—leather?—but he could hear a muffled voice: "If Bill's staying here on a long term basis, we need to renegotiate... almost everything about his captivity." That was Ford. It was gratifying to know that even when Bill was asleep, the whole household was thinking about him.

"Yeah, you're right," Stan sighed. "We can't just let him keep sleeping on a couple of cushions. We haven't been able to use that couch all summer." There was the sound of a zipper and the lid over the zodiac blanket swung up, revealing Stan standing above.

Ford said, "And trying to get him to sleep in the living room is a lost cause. He says he needs to sleep in a room where he can see the stars."

A guilty look crossed Stan's face. "Right. That's probably it." He pushed the zodiac blanket aside, pulled out a t-shirt, and shut the suitcase again. "We could get—I don't know—an inflatable mattress or something..."

"There's an unused mattress in the basement, isn't there? Maybe we could haul it up." (It wasn't a terribly comfortable mattress. But Bill supposed they only wanted to give him the bare minimum so they could get their precious couch cushions back.)

"I'll ask Soos about it," Stan said. "Well, let's get this over with."

That was Bill's cue to wake up. He'd like to look alert when they came for him. Negotiations ought to go in his favor; he could still threaten suicide if their terms felt too restrictive—or even just threaten to escape, he could do that now if he didn't like their terms!—but they couldn't threaten to kill him anymore. He wondered if he could get phone privileges...

He opened his eyes. He was laying on his left side, the window at his back. He tried to push himself upright.

Sharp pain exploded in the left side of his back. He gasped, collapsing on his side. The pain clawed over his left shoulder, inside his arm, up his neck, across to his right shoulder blade, down nearly to his hips. His entire body tensed around the pain.

He let out a weak, wheezy laugh. (He could feel his ribcage contracting as he exhaled.) That was truly exquisite pain.

All right. He shouldn't be surprised by this. He'd spent four of the last five days tromping through forests and mountains and three of the last five nights getting next to no sleep, including two nights in a thin sleeping bag. The last couple of days, he'd hiked all over creation carrying two fully-loaded backpacks, in a body that had gotten next to no exercise for the past month and probably hadn't been designed for hiking in the first place. And on top of all that, first he'd thought the Axolotl was coming to arrest him and then that the Pines were going to kill him—and human bodies handled emotional stress very poorly. Not to mention whatever the heck had happened when three-fourths of his body had simply stopped working for an hour.

He'd ached for days. He'd simply kept pushing himself through it all, because this stupid weak human body didn't get the luxury of rest when Bill's life and death were on the line. 

Apparently, that was all the pushing it could take. Now he felt like someone had shoved a knife in his back and twisted the muscles up around the blade like twirling a forkful of spaghetti. (Oh, that sounded delicious. One more brilliant idea to implement when he restarted Weirdmageddon: spinal muscle spaghetti. Freshly grated parmesan, maybe a little pesto.)

It was difficult even to breathe—that little motion was enough to make his back muscles squeal in pain. He had to carefully move his hips and right arm in tiny motions to let him roll onto his back while roiling up his pained muscles as little as possible; and then he just as carefully rolled onto his right side, his back to the room. The human body was such a fascinatingly complex interconnected thing, crisscrossed with puppet strings that all tugged each other; no matter what part of his body he moved, somehow it managed to yank on something in his upper left back. He curled his left arm against his chest and squeezed his elbow with his right arm, trying to find a way to tense the rest of his body that reduced the tension on his back.

He heard the door to Mabel and Dipper's room open. For lack of a better plan, he shut his eyes and tried to look natural as they passed him on the way to the stairs. Like heck was he about to let the kids know he was in pain, much less ask them for help. He doubted he was severely injured—he combed through his knowledge of human anatomy—probably just a muscle spasm. It would reduce in a few hours; and then he could make his way downstairs and figure out how to convince someone to get him an ice pack out of the freezer without betraying that anything was wrong. For now, he just had to lay down, try to find a position that didn't stab into his revolting muscles, and wait...

Downstairs, Stan bellowed, "Hey, demon! Get down here!"

Right. What were the odds Bill could make it downstairs and fake that he wasn't in agonizing pain in front of the Pines family? Could he suppress those winces convincingly? He tried to sit up.

And immediately fell to his side again with a gasp. In spite of his breathtakingly self-destructive willpower, he physically couldn't force himself to sit upright. Why not! What was the point?! He didn't mind the pain half as much as his body did, and he thought he should be the one in control here!

Stan hollered, "BILL!"

His voice cracked, "Later!" Ugh. Good thing he'd gotten in his dramatic return last night. He suspected that was the last time he'd look cool for a while.

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Soos was just emerging from the bedroom when he heard Stan shouting, "I said get down here, Cipher!"

There was a long pause before the reply came from upstairs: "Can't!"

"I WASN'T ASKING!"

"ME NEITHER."

Something was up. Bill always talked a little too hard—not always loud, but hard—as though he were trying to carry on a regular conversation over a strong wind; but Soos thought something about his voice seemed even more forced today. Almost strained.

Soos heard Stan and Ford talking quietly as they headed up the stairs—"...sounds off, do you think he's injured?" "I can't imagine how, if he'd been up this morning we would have heard him banging around..."—and he followed them up.

At the top of the stairs, Stan demanded, "Well? What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with me." Bill was curled up on his usual cushion bed. He didn't even turn to look at them. "Just—let me sleep in. Am I not allowed to sleep in? It's not like I have a job." Now that he wasn't straining to shout, his voice sounded even more pained—barely more than a tight whisper.

"All right, fine. Nothing's wrong with you," Ford said. "Then what's wrong with your body?"

Bill chuckled weakly in defeat. "Back's in too much agony to do its job, so I'm giving it the day off."

"Oh, dude," Soos said sympathetically. "Back pain is the worst. One time, I messed up my back after carrying a bunch of boxes between the museum and the attic? Yeah, it was pretty bad for like, a day. I was kinda crying, because it hurt, but also because I had to miss work, and I felt awful about it—but then I remembered the Mystery Shack was closed that day, and I wasn't missing work. So I went to sleep."

Stan and Ford stared expectantly at Soos.

"That's it, that's my whole anecdote."

"Riveting," Bill said flatly. "Did you invite everyone up here to stare at me?" With great difficulty, he pulled his bedsheet up over his head, leaving only a pile of golden curls visible. "Anyway. I'd love to come downstairs—really, I'm famished—buuut my back won't cooperate, and I can't tell you how furious I am about laying on the ground like an idiot at the feet of three of my captors, so if. you. all. would. leave. Please." The "please" came out sounding like the final word of a hex.

Soos winced. Oh, yeah, he supposed being stuck on the floor in front of a bunch of guys you didn't like was pretty embarrassing. He looked toward the stairs and shifted his feet, waiting for the Stans to make a move that direction.

But instead they huddled up to discuss. Stan muttered, "Think he's faking?"

"Why would he?" Soos asked.

Ford murmured, "Soos is right—unless he's that desperate to sleep in, I can't think of a reason he'd lie. He had some... muscular issues after the eclipse—and who knows what he's been up to the last couple of days..." Ford raised his voice, "This isn't the same thing as after the eclipse—?"

"No, just garden variety human back pain," Bill said quickly. "I assume it's garden variety. I've never had back pain before."

"Can you tell what muscles it is?"

"Ugh." Bill let out a shaky sigh. "Pain's... generalized, but... top suspect is the latissimus dorsi. Next guess is the erector spinae group."

"What," Stan said.

Ford nodded like he knew what Bill was talking about. Which he probably did, Soos figured. Doctor and all. "Probably not a severe injury, then. It likely just needs rest—"

Irritably, Bill snapped, "Like I said."

"Great," Stan said. "Then I don't care anymore." He headed downstairs. "Lemme know when the demon can walk again."

Soos and Ford exchanged an awkward look, silently debating whether to follow suite. Ford turned to Bill and cleared his throat. "What do you want for breakfast."

Bill groaned and muttered, "Probably can't use utensils. Whatever, just—bacon and toast and the strongest painkillers in the house."

"All right." Ford headed downstairs.

That struck Soos as inadequate. Trailing after Ford, he said, "Dude, Bill's in so much pain he can't even sit up. Shouldn't we offer to call a doctor or something?"

Ford said, "Knowing Bill, he'd rather die."

Soos considered that. "I'm gonna offer it anyway." He backtracked enough to get his head above the attic floor. "Hey Bill, do you want us to call a doctor or something?"

"I'd rather die."

"Haha, okay! Welp, glad I checked."

But as he headed down to the kitchen, something about the situation still bothered Soos.

Ford was already laying out bacon in a frying pan. "Soos, could you get the painkillers?" he asked. "We should probably give him individual pills rather than the whole bottle. When he got his hands on the cold medicine, he used it to get crossfaded with cider and to drug a wild animal."

Soos winced. Ouch, was that the cold medicine he'd given Bill? (He wondered when Ford had learned the phrase "crossfaded.") 

"Hey... didn't Bill say he was famished?" Soos asked. "Is it kinda weird he's just asking for bacon and toast?"

It took Ford a long moment to answer. He didn't look up from the bacon. "I... suppose he's too proud to ask for anything more complicated."

"Why wait for him to ask, then? Just make him some more stuff anyway?"

Ford shook his head. "He'd be insulted."

Ford had been right about Bill's reactions so far, but— "Okay, fine. Then I'll bring it upstairs and insult him. He'll be insulted and fed. What do you think he'll eat?"

Ford glanced at Soos. Soos thought the look was grateful.

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Apparently, Bill's age looked a little bit different to everybody. Soos had first found out when Abuelita mentioned that Bill looked like one of those ladies she saw at bingo night who were clearly 60-something, but had had a little too much work done—makeup, facial injections, hair dye. The sort who never really looked younger, but rather just gave off the impression that they were terrified of looking older.

So Soos had asked Mabel, and she said that Bill looked like he was in his mid-20s—about Soos's age, maybe a little older. He'd asked Dipper, and Dipper said he had no idea—to him, Bill never really looked quite convincingly human, more like an alien wearing a human rubber mask—but if he had to take a guess at the age the rubber mask was supposed to portray... like, middle-age-ish? Parent-middle-age-ish? Maybe 40-something? 40-something. Melody had had a hard time as well, but eventually settled on early 30s—the age you imagined a snotty Silicon Valley startup CEO would be.

Which was all very fascinating to Soos.

Because to him, Bill looked eighteen. Exactly eighteen.

At 23, Soos was just reaching the age where 18-year-olds stopped looking like peers and started looking like babies. Eighteen was "you know this is what an adult looks like, but it takes you by surprise almost every time" age. Eighteen was "you wouldn't be surprised to see this face behind a counter working as a barista, but you'd be a little alarmed if you overheard them talking about paying rent" age. Eighteen was "they can be all alone in the world making their own decisions and it's technically okay, but if they are, then someone failed them" age.

To him, Bill looked like somebody who'd been flung callously out into the world before his time—unprepared, overwhelmed, and alone.

Soos knew Bill was older than the whole universe or whatever. He knew that Bill was the guy who'd tried to take over the Earth. But he wasn't that guy now. Look at him. He shouldn't have been worried about imprisonment or world domination or getting executed. He should have been making pocket change working at the mall food court over summer break and playing Dancy Pants Revolution at the arcade with other recent high school grads and making puppy eyes at all the small business owners in town until somebody offered him a minimum-wage full-time job and sneaking into the movie theater on Saturday mornings.

Soos was finding it more and more impossible to see Bill as the enemy, much less as some incomprehensible alien. He had cousins who looked like Bill. Slap a pair of sunglasses over his freaky eyes and try to ignore that his body proportions were just a bit unnatural, and he could blend right into a Ramirez family portrait. Just another post-high-school pre-college kid in the middle of the transition from skinny teen to fat adult that most Ramirez women went through by 30. His neon yellow hair would fit right in beside Reggie's little sister's current neon red dye job.

From the moment Bill temporally poofed into the Mystery Shack on June 1 with a Pony Heist bedsheet toga and an ineffective vengeance plot, he'd been going through the physical and emotional wringer. Soos got it, of course Bill was having a bad time, he was a prisoner because he was a danger to the whole universe. And being human for the first time was probably tough. One time Soos was stuck in a pig's body and that was rough, and it was only for one day and at least Soos had still been a mammal. It was probably inevitable that Bill was having a bad time.

But it bothered Soos, seeing somebody in his house who was so miserable. And it bothered him that no one else seemed very bothered.

He loved the Pines family—he'd reverse-adopted Stan as his dad and he'd give his life for any one of them—but part of him had to wonder whether they'd be more bothered by witnessing the hell Bill was going through if he looked like he could be part of their family.

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"Hey dawg!" Soos hefted up the tray as he entered the attic. "Breakfast!"

Bill was still buried under his bedsheet. "Stanford couldn't be bothered to come up himself?"

"I wanted to bring it!"

Bill grumbled something inaudible. He'd made no secret of the fact that he disdained Soos, although Soos had no idea why. When a human looked down on Soos, he had a couple guesses; but he didn't know what an alien could judge him for. Was it the British dog man nightmare? Was Bill insulted by Soos's 10th grade geometry grades?

But Bill didn't protest, so Soos scooted around his makeshift bed to set the tray down on the floor in front of him. "Uh... feel better, dude. Hey, you know—if sleeping on the floor is hurting your back, the fold-out sofa in the living room is still totally available. Just, in case you wanna—"

"Not interested," Bill said. "Buzz off, Questiony."

"Okay." He'd offered.

Soos was almost back to the stairs when Bill said, "What is all this stuff?"

"It's breakfast!" The tray included bacon, a toasted sandwich, a drink with one of those straw that bent in the middle so Bill didn't have to sit up all the way up to drink it, a pre-opened chip bag, and a pre-opened pill bottle. (Soos had elected to ignore Ford's advice that they mete out painkillers one pill at a time. If they gave Bill individual pills, he'd have to ask for more when they wore off, and Soos suspected he'd rather choose to suffer.)

"I didn't ask for this."

"Well, I thought you might want some other stuff."

"I don't."

Surprise! Bill was insulted. Soos didn't understand how he could be insulted by some extra food for breakfast—he's still gotten his bacon and toast—but all right, fine, Soos had been warned. "Oh, okay. Just don't eat anything you don't want."

Bill grunted in response.

As Soos started down the stairs, Bill said, "Hey, Questiony. If Mabel asks where I am, just tell her I woke up for breakfast then decided to sleep in."

Aww, he didn't want her to worry. "What about if Dipper asks?"

"Tell him to mind his own business."

"Heh. You got it, dude." Soos headed back to the kitchen—still bothered.

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Yesterday, Soos and Melody had made plans to take advantage of the Mystery Shack being closed for the day to make breakfast together, the way they used to during the off season. But today, Melody had said that, now that Bill was alive again, she wasn't comfortable eating in the shack, and she'd gone to her aunt's house. She'd said she wasn't mad at Soos, and he believed her—he'd played no part in Bill's continued survival—but still. It kinda felt like she was mad at Soos.

So Soos was eating brunch by himself in the kitchen when Bill gingerly eased himself downstairs—leaning to one side, wincing in pain, one eye squeezed shut, and supporting himself on his broken umbrella; but, mobile again. He ducked into the living room where Stan and Ford were watching TV and, from what Soos had overheard, planning what to do with the rest of their summer. "Okay, I'm here," Bill said. "Negotiations?"

"Hey—no weapons," Stan said. "Hand over the umbrella."

"What! You let me keep it last night."

"Yeah, when it was raining and we were tired. I don't see any rain inside the house."

"Hey, Mr. Pines?" Soos leaned out of the kitchen. "Bill was just using the umbrella to walk? Maybe we could let him keep this one?"

Bill shot Soos a dirty look, face flushed. (What was that for!)

Stan paused, and turned to Ford for a verdict. Ford pressed his lips together, looked away, and muttered, "Well, if he's using it for legitimate purposes."

Bill stared at Ford, brows raised in amazement. "Wait, wait—I'm allowed to have it now?"

"Yes?" Ford said. "I mean—If you're using it to walk, why wouldn't you be?"

"Why wouldn't I—?!" Bill laughed in disbelief. "'No weapons, Bill!' 'No weapons, Bill!' Ev-ry sin-gle time! No canes, no umbrellas, no brooms, no baseball bats, no GOLF CLUBS, no STICKS, no CURTAIN RODS—"

"Oh come on!" Stan spread his hands defensively. "Some of those can obviously be used as weapons—!"

"I wouldn't have needed a baseball bat if you hadn't already taken my cane!"

"You tried to brain Soos with a cane on your first day."

Bill shot another dirty look at Soos.

Soos said apologetically, "That did objectively happen."

Bill rolled his open eye and glowered at Stan again. "What, so because of that I'm not allowed to walk?"

"I," Stan said. "That." He turned to Ford again for help.

Ford said, "If we'd known you needed a cane—"

"I fall down the stairs twice a day!"

"Well," Ford said.

"You use me falling to tell when I'm up in the morning!"

"Ah."

"Did it not occur to you! That this was a problem! That I was trying to solve!"

"I see your point."

Why didn't he just say something, Soos wondered; followed by, what, the guy who refused to explain why he was stuck laying on the floor until we dragged it out of him?

"Well, you've got an umbrella now," Stan said. "Happy?"

"Elated," Bill said sourly. He perched on the armrest of the sofa, visibly wincing as he crossed his legs and found the right position to balance himself. (Soos noted that, since Stan and Ford were already occupying both armchairs and the sofa's seat cushions were in the attic, Bill didn't have any cushioned place to sit. With back pain, no less.) "Let's get this over with."

The crux of the negotiations was that, when Bill and the Pines had initially agreed on the terms of his imprisonment, they'd only been meant to be sufficient enough to last until either the Pines figured out how to kill him or Bill figured out how to escape. Now that both had happened and it looked like Bill would be staying here longer than planned, they supposed they needed something more sustainable.

Bill requested door rights back. Stan and Ford nixed that immediately; they didn't trust him with that kind of freedom.

"Fine, then at least let me go outside. I want fresh air, blue skies, and a social life! I'm an extrovert, I'm losing even more of my mind in here."

Stan and Ford exchanged a look. "Yeah," Stan said grudgingly. "He's more or less in solitary in here. Even for him, that's harsh." (A ghost of a triumphant smirk flickered across Bill's face and disappeared.)

Ford considered that with an unconvinced grimace; but he said, "I suppose... you can make occasional trips outside the shack for... mental health purposes. Under adequate supervision."

"Finally," Bill sighed. "So what's 'adequate' supervision?"

That was where negotiations broke down. Stan and Ford did not think that Mabel alone was adequate supervision for the villainous Bill Cipher, and Wendy was just barely sufficient for Rainbow Club nights but he couldn't be trusted alone with her outside that; Bill, on the other hand, objected strenuously to the suggestion that he could only go outside with somebody who hated and/or distrusted him—which described everyone in the shack except Wendy and Mabel—because that would just make going outside miserable.

They couldn't agree on what kinds of things Bill would be allowed to do, either. They didn't like the idea of him hanging out with Rainbow Club members outside of club meetings, or going with Abuelita to bingo, or visiting a bar in town—all of those would give him too many opportunities to manipulate people with minimal oversight.

"Okay," Bill said irritably, "so are there any social activities I am allowed to participate in! Since it sounds like socialization itself is off limits—!"

Soos decided to make himself scarce before things got any more heated. Maybe he'd go upstairs to retrieve the tray from breakfast.

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The bacon and drink had been consumed; the bendy straw had been tied in a double loop; the pill bottle was alarmingly light; the sandwich had been picked at, before Bill elected to eat the toast around it and leave the filling behind on the plate; and the potato chip bag had been flung across the room, crushed chips left in its wake, in some sort of protest against receiving unasked-for food. Okay. So Bill was really insulted, then.

Eh, Soos should probably clean up here anyway. He took pride in keeping the Mystery Shack clean, but he hadn't had a chance to thoroughly clean the attic since Bill and the kids moved in for the summer. And it looked like the projectile potato chips weren't the only junk food trash that had accumulated. He saw empty chip bags, candy wrappers, peanut butter jars, jerky packets, cider cans... a lot of cider cans...

He went downstairs, got a broom, a trash bag, and a vacuum, and got to work.

As Soos worked his way across the floor sucking up potato chips, he quietly sang to himself, "Am I cleanin'? Girl, I'm cleanin'. I vacuum in the attic. 'Are you cleanin'?' Yeah, I'm cleanin'. I vacuum in the..." He picked up the couch cushions to vacuum under them—he still wondered why Bill preferred to sleep on the cushions rather than the sofa bed downstairs. Maybe he got scared of the dark and liked to sleep by a window? That would make sense. Since Bill used to glow when he was a triangle, he probably wasn't used to the dark. Or maybe he just thought the attic was cooler than the living room.

Soos almost set the cushions back on the ground, noticed bloodstains on one, and froze. He'd seen Bill with a lot of little injuries, but had he seen any cuts that big? The blood didn't look fresh. They'd at least been here long enough for Bill to hide them on the underside of the cushion. Soos looked around wildly for any clues about how or why or when, uneasily decided that since they were dry and Bill wasn't dead he didn't need to worry about it, and pulled out the upholstery attachment to give the stain a halfhearted vacuuming before putting the cushions back in place. What the heck was happening in this attic?

Soos scooped up the mostly yellow and black clothes sitting at the foot of the cushion-bed—they were outside Bill's cardboard box "dresser," he figured that meant they were dirty—wrapped them in Bill's Pony Heist sheet, and tossed the bundle toward the staircase. They flew down to the landing without hitting the stairs. "Yes! Three points! No net!" Soos pumped his fist.

He cleaned the window seat's cushion with the upholstery attachment, picked it up to clean underneath—and the cushion was really heavy on one side. He felt that side of the cushion; there was something hard and brick-ish inside. He caught a flash of white along one edge. The cushion's stuffing was coming out of a tear in the seam. Soos reached inside.

His jaw dropped. "No way. How did he...?"

Soos had pulled out two stubby crayons and the long-lost Journal 4.

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(If you got this far thank you for taking a break from the fandom-wide riots over the book in order to read my fic. (I'm assuming there's fandom-wide riots, I'm queuing this Monday night so that I don't have to worry about it for the rest of the week.) Anyway, I'd love to hear what y'all think about our first Soos-focused plot arc!

And as promised, now that the book's out, I'll be getting to work crossposting the fic to Ao3 soon-ish. I don't know when yet, since I'm writing to y'all from the past, but soon.)

[disneyprincemuke]

vettel reincarnate * fall from grace

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chronologically arranged; subject to change

a feeling so peculiar -> the new season is finally starting and it doesn't start out as great as she'd expected

you can't spell lonesome without me -> everyone and everything she's ever loved seems to be slipping away from her grasp and she doesn't know how to stop it

my reputation's never been worse -> her boyfriend's not made for her anger

i didn't tell you i was scared -> perhaps carrying the burden of being the perfect eldest daughter after all these years have its disadvantages as well

wasted like all my potential -> jury's out: everything officially fucking sucks

you don't get to tell me about sad -> outtakes of her year that i didn't know where to fit lol so this is the last(ish) angst instalment

too young to know it gets better -> there has to be someone out there that can snap her out of it, right?

meet me in the afterglow -> does sorry even work after you hurt the people you love?

help me hold on to you -> everything seemed too peaceful and she's now just waiting for it to blow up in her face

[babybluebex]

ok this is 100% @sessalover's fault bc jemima posted a blurb ab jealous dom a while back and it got me... thinking...

so like imagine being The Girl on set of the holdovers, like your character is a holdover like the guys but ends up staying alone with angus (hmm sounds a lot like venus 👀), and like i learned that they filmed pretty chronologically (like had the bulk of the cast on set at the start of the shoot, so they shot the beginning and ending first and then went back and flimed the trio's scenes later, so they wouldn't have to call The Boys back to set), so towards the beginning, you're hanging out with all the guys, michael and brady and ian and jim and of course dom, being friends, having movie nights and stuff, and seeing pics of the cast going out to dinner got me Thinking

like sitting across from dom at the table at this restaurant or wherever yall are, next to michael and you're laughing with him about something, and unbeknownst to you, dom is GREEN with jealousy because of OF COURSE it's blond hair blue eye older taller stronger MICHAEL making you laugh, and his thoughts trail off to what it would be like if you were his girlfriend, how he would be making you laugh and other such things

and you ask dom a question and look at him, and he's just staring off into space, and his eyes happen to be trained right on where your boobs are, and you're certain he's not eyeing you up, he's more polite than that, and you sorta snap your fingers "dominic. hey, earth to asses over there. you falling asleep on us?"

and he comes back to your planet, and he clears his throat, shooing whatever he was thinking about, and he's like "you slouch" and you're sorta like taken aback? a little wounded? but you just say "thanks, so do you, so mike and i were wondering…" and go on with what you were asking him

but then you're all departing the restaurant afterwards, and you had ridden there with dom because his trailer is directly next to yours, and you get in his passenger seat and you're like "you wanna explain what that was?" and he's like "what what was?" as he's fiddling with the heater "you staring at my tits and then telling me i sit weird" and he shrugs "i dunno, i just… noticed it. i bet your neck and shoulders hurt at night because you slouch so bad" and you're like "what's your fuckin problem man?? if you've got beef with me, just tell me, you don't have to insult me like that"

and he nearly steps all over your words with his own "are you and michael a thing?" "are we…" and you're SO taken aback "n-no, we're not, what makes you think—" "are you fucking, then?" and he spits it out "cuz you don't have to be a thing to be fucking" "jesus christ, i didn't think you were such a puritan" you grumble "for your information, no, we're not. mike's got a girlfriend back in california" "and why do you call him mike?" he asks quickly "because michael is a mouthful to say every time" you say "and i give all my friends nicknames, it's not just him. i call you asses" "everyone calls me asses, it's my goddamn name. but i don't understand what you see in him—" "i don't see shit in him—" "—when i'm right in front of you."

and you're stunned silent, like "oh." "i bet you never even thought about me" dom mumbles bitterly "nobody ever does" "dominic, please" you sigh "i don't have a crush on mik… michael. he's just a friend, that's all" "the same way i'm just a friend?" dom asks "ok, you're being mean now" you mumble "how?" and you look at him and he looks so sad, he's not angry, he's just upset "i just... i don't know, i thought... i'm always used to being overlooked. and i like you, and i thought you liked me, but then seeing you do all that, it just felt like more of the same..."

"god" you whisper "i'm sorry, dom" he sniffs, trying to act as unaffected as possible, and he throws the car into drive "like i said. more of the same" "well, wait a second, i never said it was" you retort "i said i don't like michael, i never said anything about you" "so?" dom asks, pausing at the red light to leave the restaurant parking lot, michael's truck idling behind you, and you catch mike and brady laughing in the rearview mirror

and you briefly wonder if they can see you two, but you don't think about it for too long before you lean over the middle console and press your lips to dom's, just for a brief moment, and when you pull away, his eyes are all wide and he doesn't have anything to say

"so" you repeat with a shrug

and he sits there for a moment, looking at you, and you hope that the look in his eyes is adoration and not what the fuck was that, and you watch the light turn green in front of you and you sorta mumble "s'green..."

and he seems to come back to his body and drive, and the first thing he can manage to say is "... do you always taste like strawberries?" and you scoff and roll your eyes "it's my lip balm" "...tastes good..." and you clock his voice in an instant, airy and floaty and shit, and you look at him and he's got a dopey smile on his face "i like it" "fuck, man, you're acting like that was your first kiss" you laugh "not my first" dom shakes his head "but our first" "i gotta warn you that i'm lactose intolerant" you tell him "if you're gonna be this cheesy always, you gotta tell me so i can prepare for that" "sure" dom says "so... i guess... umm... there's gonna be more of those?" "if you want there to be" you say, and you giggle when dom nods enthusiastically "yes please"

like idk alexa play "ode to a conversation stuck in your throat" by del water gap <3

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Couples Trip

Epilogue for Sweet Treats: by character  | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Please let me know what you think <3

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You let your hand float over the rush of air, your arm bent out the window of the car as you watch the landscape pass. You smile as the stereo buzzes with classic rock. You're almost bouncing with excitement; it's been a long time since you've had a vacation, if ever.

And your company couldn't be any better.

You sit back and look at Bucky as he changes the station. He gives a glower to the screen and hits the button again, stopping on a familiar beat by Tom Petty. You know it vaguely. The drums are pretty cool.

"You're pretty amped up," he comments in his cool way.

"Yeah, sorry," you make yourself sit still. He's so stoic, he makes you feel a little ridiculous for feeling anything. "I just... I've never been to a cabin before."

"Uh huh," he keeps one hand on the wheel as he leans back, his arm bent over the console, "nothing to do with meeting your hero, huh?"

"What?" Your heart falls.

"Don't lie to me. I know you can't wait to meet Steve."

"Well, yeah, I mean... it's cool but I'm more excited to be with you, babe."

You reach over to touch his hand and he twitches. You almost recoil. He's tense but you don't know why. You're supposed to be having fun, relaxing. It's a break for both of you.

"Sure," he mutters and sighs at the road.

"You want me to take over for a while?" You offer, "you tired?"

"I'm fine. You don't even know where we're going."

"Yeah, but I can take directions--"

"Can you?" He scoffs.

Stolid silence. He was in such a good mood earlier, you don't know what happened. There's never really an explanation but you think you know why. He's not over his ex. It makes you think that maybe you're just a placeholder.

"I can. Come on, I'll take the wheel, baby--"

You try to caress him and he reaches for the wheel, moving out of your grasp.

"I don't need you to mother me," he says.

"I'm not," you pout, "I'm just tryna help."

"Uh huh," he grumbles again, shutting you down.

"I'm sorry," you fold your arms and look out the window, the air blowing harshly in your face. You lean into the door and try to ignore the ache in your chest. He'll be fine, he's just stressed from the drive.

"Just..." he huffs as he follows the curve of the road, "try not to embarrass me. Steve doesn't need some fan girl going gaga."

"Sure," you agree as you hold back the croak from your voice, "I'll be good."

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The cabin is nice. You admire the red trim along the eaves and around the windows as you get out of the car. There's an SUV already parked closer to the porch. Bucky snaps his door shut and pops the trunk, meeting you there as he lifts out your bag then his own.

You reach to take your knapsack but he holds it out of your grasp, "got it."

"Alright, I'll get the door," you chirp, trying to push away the layer of tension still lingering.

He doesn't reply and you go ahead of him towards the porch. He follows you up and you pull back the screen door, the interior one already open. You wait for him to go ahead of you, following behind as you watch his broad shoulders. You don't know if it's you or his past, but he always seems angry these days. You miss when he wasn't.

"Bout time," you hear another voice, familiar even if you've never heard it in person, "how's goin', Buck?"

Bucky drops the bags on a bench and greets Steve, the Captain America, with a clap on the shoulder, "long drive."

"And who's this?" Steve peeks around him, "hey, Steve."

"Yeah, uh, I know," you accept his outstretched hand, "hi., Captain."

Bucky introduces you dully. You smile nervously and pull back, once more hugging yourself.

"You'll have to forgive my lady, she's not feeling so great. Think she ate something," he explains, "but I was about to get a fire going."

"Sound fine," Bucky paces around, as if inspecting the place.

"How about first I show you to your room?" Steve suggests.

"I'll catch up," Bucky waves him away.

"Right," Steve gives you a look, his brows popping up briefly. He goes to the bench and grabs the bag, "this way."

He directs you away and points you up a staircase. You climb up ahead of him and he tells you which door to go to. You enter and leave it open for him. He drops your luggage on the bed as you admire the quaint patchwork curtains.

"Hopefully he loosens up," Steve nears the door, "he's usually got some stick up his ass."

"Yeah," you peer out the window at the rows of trees before the glistening coast.

"You're a brave woman," he kids, "I'm sure you got a few tricks on how to cheer him up, huh?"

You look at him, unsure of his meaning. You nod and turn back to the window, "thanks."

"No problem. Kinda my thing, helping out those in need," he intones, "especially pretty girls."

You wait for him to go. You hope he's right about Bucky. You don't want to spend this whole trip on eggshells.

[shalscumbunny]

Safe place | Yandere Shalnark returning home after the death of his friends

Summary: Shalnark is tired after everything that happened in Yorkshin and just wants to be in your arms

Pairing: Shalnark X GN.Reader

Warnings: Kidnapped reader, mention of canonical character death in HxH (Possible spoiler), Slight change in the chronology and original story in HxH

Author’s note: I always mention it in all my writings in English, but better safe than sorry, English is not my native language so it is very likely to find many mistakes and also that I know practically nothing about writing “X character and Y / n”

Sites: AO3

It was late at night when you were resting, out of nowhere you got up, you took it as a bad omen instantly but you tried not to think about it, you just went to the bathroom and got a glass of water from the kitchen before going back to bed.

Shalnark had been gone for a week, you hated to admit it, but you even missed him, maybe because you hadn't spoken to a human being in a week, but you enjoyed that he wasn't harassing you as usual.

Just as you were beginning to fall asleep again, the bedroom door opened, however, it took at least a minute until footsteps were heard inside the room, shortly after you felt Shalnark's weight on the bed, his body for the first time shook. felt cold.

You were turning your back on him, you couldn't see him, but there was another type of atmosphere, one that you had never experienced with him, however, you didn't say anything, until you felt how his arms were around your waist and you were attached to him, supporting his chin in the crook of your neck.

"Shalnark, I'm not in the mood right now" You said with an annoyed tone, trying to get out of his arms.

"If you want, we can fight in the morning, please, not now" Shalnark said, hugging you tighter.

You froze at the moment you heard him, in the first place, you didn't remember that Shalnark had ever said "please" to you in a genuine way, much less had you heard that tone of voice, was it... Sadness?

"Shalnark?" You called him worried

He didn't answer, he was quiet, you just felt his breath on your neck, it was slow and tired in a certain way.

"Shalnark" You called him again

Again silence to your call.

Shalnark left your neck and hid in your nape, you felt strange, you had never experienced this with him.

You didn't want to turn around, it wasn't that Shalnark was scaring you right now, but it was something new and you didn't know how to react.

"Y/n" Shalnark called to you in a whisper

Before you could answer, you felt some moisture begin to form on the back of your neck, perhaps... Is he crying?

"Y/n?" He called you again

"I'm here, what happened?" You asked in an expressionless tone.

"Look at me, please"

"Since when do you ask me for things?" You asked with the same tone of voice

"Don't make me beg" He told you, hugging you tighter

You were silent, you're upset, but not with him this time, you're upset with you, it disgusted you to feel sorry for him, you felt sorry for someone despicable like Shalnark, you felt sorry for the man who kidnapped you, he took away your freedom, your dignity and several other things without any kind of contemplation.

"You've never begged me for anything, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm tired, please..."

You turned annoyed when you heard it, but you didn't look at it, you just started screaming.

"Tired of? You're not like that, you don't ask for things, you don't feel empathy for anyone, you're a monster that forces me to be with him, why would I have to do you some kind of favor!?"

You let out all your annoyance by saying that, you didn't even know where so much anger came from, and it was the first time you told him what you thought out loud.

You opened your eyes to see him, expecting some kind of typical reaction from him, but... He was still, motionless, just looking at you in silence with blurred eyes and an expression of sadness.

You were stunned to see him, the one who was next to you on the bed wasn't Shalnark, it couldn't be him.

"You finished?" He asked you in a soft tone.

You didn't answer him, your head was processing Shalnark's state and while it was happening he pulled you, hugging your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You always make everything difficult, how annoying you are" He blurted out, resting his ear on your chest.

You looked at him surprised, you didn't understand what was happening, you didn't touch him, you just stayed there.

"What happened?" You dared to ask him

"They are no longer..." Shalnark answered with a tired voice.

"Who?"

"Uvo and Paku"

You remembered them, once they came to see Shalnark, but you ignored them, from what he told you, they were friends for years, members of the Gen'ei Ryodan too.

But you didn't ask him more, you understood what he meant, but you didn't touch him, you just looked at him in silence, you wanted to enjoy seeing him sad, but, you couldn't.

"You will not say anything?" Shalnark asked, hugging your waist.

"I have nothing to say to you"

"Do you enjoy seeing me like this?"

"No, I'm not like you, I don't delight in other people's pain"

Shalnark was silent, he just continued hugging you, he wanted to calm down, even if you didn't comfort him, your mere presence managed to clear his mind of the pain of losing his friends, after all, even against your will, for him you were his girlfriend , your duty was to be there.

When he listen your heart he felt calm, now he beat calmly, his body relaxed when he felt your warmth and your smell, he loved you so much no matter what.

He was like a child when it came to you, you were his safe place, even if you hated and despised him, he loved you, he loved your mere existence near him.

For you, he was also like a child too, omitting the long list of crimes, many times, he just wanted your attention, he loved being on top of you, kissing you, hugging you and keeping you only for him, you knew you were precious to him.

But now, he was not the capricious and selfish child that always hovered around you, now he was a child in search of comfort.

You just sighed before wrapping your arms around him, pulling him to your chest.

"I'm here" you said with a calming tone.

You weren't like him, that's why you do that, you weren't a monster. You felt sorry, just that.

Shalnark only held you closer, relaxed in your arms, he loved you, he loved you so much now, it didn't matter if your comfort was a lie, he loved you so much more now, he was sure now that he would never let you go from his side.

You were born for him, you existed to belong to him, your body, your soul, your life, all of that was his and as long as he lived he wouldn't let anyone else have you.

"Shalnark?" You called him

He didn't answer you, when you saw him, he was fast asleep, with a smile on his lips and the trace of a couple of tears in his eyes. He was clinging to you, like a child to his stuffed animal and like so many times, you knew he wouldn't let you go until he woke up.

You sighed before calmly caressing his hair and resting your head on his, falling asleep little by little, although, for the first time, you didn't feel like you were sleeping with your enemy, you felt like you were sleeping with someone you wanted to take care of, no matter how inexplicable it was, at least seeing him vulnerable made you hate him a little less.

Thank you so much for reading my shit 🖤

[teeny-tiny-revenge]

So I'm having a real normal one here, not obsessing over the trailer at all. I shall demonstrate that by this presentation, where I tried to put some of the events from the trailer in chronological order based on Ed's looks and the injuries on his face. Like one does.

First we have Kraken Ed, freshly post breakup, with his depression makeup, wearing all leather and trying to look unaffected and cool by day, but ugly crying over his repainted cake toppers by night. No injuries, just tear streaks.

Second we get dangly earring up-do Ed. He's had a rough night, but he got up and did his hair up all nice, showing off his earring and pearl necklace, and he replaced the Kraken makeup with some nice eyeliner. He's unwell, daydreaming and moping at the helm, but starting to take care of himself. Again, no ouchies (only heartbroken).

Then Something Bad happens to him. Is this where he falls/jumps/is thrown overboard, perhaps? Does he get in a fight? Either way next Ed version is this, I think:

Head bump scene Ed is a mess, and this time not emotionally. He's unconscious in the beginning of this clip, and even once he startles awake, he looks super out of it, and I don't think it's because of the head bonk. Poor dude is concussed. The entire right side of his face is bloodied (cut eyebrow), and not just a little. There's blood in his beard, from a nosebleed and a cut lip. There's a cut on his left cheek. Our boy really was put through the wringer. He doesn't even realise that's Stede there yet, I think. (Also, this might indeed be their first reunion?)

Then we get a couple of different scenes that are somewhat shortly after this. Like the awkward meeting of former shipmates, and Ed smoking the joint. In both you can clearly see the split lip, the cuts on his left cheek and right eyebrow, and the bruises on his right cheek/temple.

I'm unsure if he also has those cuts in the weird blue light in the woods scene, where he fires the gun and tries to hit someone over the head, but those have a really unreal vibe to them, so might be concussed Ed hallucinating?

He does have the injuries in the bunny scene. It's a bit hard to see and I couldn't get a good still of it, sorry this one still sucks and is the best I could do, but the lip cut is there. You can see it in the trailer video if you look for it. The others are covered by his hair.

The bruising and lip cut are still there, but fainter in the "I am your captain" scene, you can see the shadow of the bruising when Ed turns his head, and I did manage to capture the lip cut, while the eyebrow cut seems gone. So this is later than blunt smoking and awkward running into Stede.

Then we have this pic, and Ed at Jackie's and at the beach. (There's also my mouse, oops.)

The split lip has healed, the cut on the cheek is still very faintly visible if you know where to look. Some time has passed to allow him to start healing. I'd guess this is more towards the end of the season. Ed isn't only healing physically, he's also out of the Blackbeard leather get-up, trying something new, as he says to Jackie and Swede.

Okay, thanks for coming to my TED talk. Hope you're also feeling very sane and hinged!

[mysteriousbp]

Hahaha, oh dear, oh no. I knew she was going to relive Clover's final run. Bad enough to realize that the adults in her life killed Clover multiple times, to say nothing of when she gets to "that" memory. Seeing her mother lose all hope and beg for death might break her.

But to see all of Clover's runs is another thing entirely. To see her loved ones die at her hand multiple times, to experience a geno run from Clover's perspective and know the justifications for doing so, to go through Flowye's funtime torture gauntlet however many times they did. She's in for a bad time; all while Clover flails around desperately trying to stop it, both out of pure shame and concern for her.

I don't want to dictate the direction of this au, but I do want the say there is the makings for a story in here. Given all of the above combined with the stress of moving to the surface and maybe being thrust into the political spotlight (another ask for another time) and the power she now has (yet another ask for another time), the stakes could be catastrophic. Or the two of them could risk falling down all over again.

Then again we both seem to be suckers for a happy ending and they have a lot a people willing to rally around them. In particular you mentioned the cyan soul tried everything to leave the underground, I'd like to think she found she could only do so by preforming a geno run and refused, so she can empathize. Either way it would probably end in the most wholesome of hug sessions.

Oh boy. You don’t know what I have cooked up for Clover and Kanako with the whole Kanako reliving Clover’s memories in her dreams. I just going to drop some information here. 1- It’s completely random when Kanako has those dreams. So she doesn’t have them all nights. 2- Kanako relives Clover’s memories in chronological order since he first fell underground. So she’s going to relive the runs of the original Undertale route before Flowey rerouted the route. So she’s safe from the trauma of killing her family and close friends for some… years. It’s more teenager Kanako problem.

But about cyan soul (Lila). When I said she tried everything. I meant she tried all routes, pacifist, neutral and genocide. But she always was defeated by Asgore and put inside the container, because she wasn’t strong enough (even in genocide) to defeat Asgore. So she decided to redo her pacifist run and just accept her fate in a container. If you wondering. Yes she die to Asgore. Her things were mailed to the ruins to Toriel by Asgore with the message “I’m sorry. But I had to do it… For our people”… That’s why Toriel isn’t a big fan of Asgore in my AU. And how did the items get to where they are inside the ruins? The toy knife was stolen by the annoying dog that steals Toriel phone. And the ribbon was wore has a bracelet by Toriel but one day it came loose in one of her walks through the ruins and she lost it.

[rachelfoleyisntdead]

Thoughts on MK1

I'm going to try to go in chronological order, and I might miss something and make another post about it later but let's gooooo (obviously spoilers below).

I think the first half of the story is really good. Yes, it relies very heavily on tropes, but they serve the story well and work.

I love that Outworld is a matriarchal society and that Sindel is the ruling Empress, not the Emperor's consort. Not a huge fan that everything is also based on nepotism/everyone inheriting their position from their family. Apparently meritocracy does not exist in Outworld and I get the vibe that this is in fact by Liu Kang's design.

I don't like what a hypocrite Liu Kang is. He says everyone is 'free to choose peace' but literally all of the characters have had their lives manipulated in an attempt to force this 'peace'. But we're supposed to condemn anyone who doesn't like that. Yeah, honestly--Shang Tsung and Bi-Han are valid, I'll say it.

Which brings us to Bi-Han. Oh, Bi-Han. I really want to give him a cough drop, his throat must be so sore from gargling gravel all day (I say this lovingly). I actually don't hate Bi-Han's heel turn, I just think it needed more build up. It could've worked really well if we had spent more time with Bi-Han first. I'm probably going to make a longer post about this.

I do like the new Syzoth a lot… but he's a bit much. He's really on the edge of being a Wattpad OC with how tragic and pretty he is, his whole 'saddest boy in the world' thing. Immediately offering to just die made me cringe. But, you know, hopefully he'll have fun in Earthrealm with Ashrah and Kung Lao and chill out a bit.

Baraka's whole story slaps. It's easily the best part. It is tragic, but not overdone, it's over all really great. No complaints about that at all, I just wish there was more. But maybe we'll get a Baraka expansion where they do more about the Tarkat.

Ashrah is… not as good as she could be. I love her design, love her fighting style, love her story in general and LOVE that she's here. But uh… are we not gonna talk about how she thinks killing other demons to purify herself is fine? This feels like a bug when it should be a feature. I really want them to explore this, there's so much potential here. This will also be a longer post at some point.

Shang Tsung is that bitch. Love him. 11/10 SLAY FACTOR off the charts. NRS gave the people what they want. So glad he's our villain and not Kronika. God, that smirk. What a guy.

Megan's delivery is bad, but I don't think it's entirely her fault. People should've told her. And they shouldn't have given her a character that was so serious. She works very well with a sort of dry humor, they should've played to her strengths instead of… just letting that situation happen. Cut her some slack.

Why are Liu Kang/Kitana and Hanzo/Harumi being pushed as the 'tragic lovers separated in every timeline' when that's Bi-Han and Sareena??? Like. yeah. I'm biased. But Harumi was not even a character, and Liu Kang and Kitana were not tragically separated, they were together all the time??? They ruled the Netherrealm together??? I don't get it.

I really like how story mode acts as an origin story for some of the characters and you 'unlock' their powers. I also LOVE how they used it to tease new cosmetics.

Love it when they said the thing. "mortal kombat", "deadly alliance", "armageddon" yes yes yes.

Also loved when Johnny made call backs to the OG timelines, ie "the flesh pits". Johnny really is perfect for that.

Johnny and Kung Lao are perfect.

Kuai Liang and Tomas are such daddy's boys and I hate it for them. This will probably be expanded on in the Bi-Han post but shut. the fuck. up. about. your. dad. I hope Kuai Liang never becomes grand master. I'm so sorry Kuai Liang fans, but this version of him is NOT it.

Smoke using his power to levitate up the wall was unintentionally hilarious. Especially since he didn't use it to break his fall. Bro???

Everyone in the game kinda easy to lie to/convince, but this might be a feature. Liu Kang sorta 'raised' everyone to be guileless and kneecapped the development of anyone who might be manipulative. I'll let it pass but honestly, I don't think Liu Kang needed to provide 'proof' of anything.

The entire royal family needs to apologize to Li Mei right fucking now, I am so serious. They continually did her dirty when she was nothing but loyal, and questioned her even when she was saying shit Kitana already knew (that the thing with Earthrealm was a misunderstanding). Apology, or Li Mei enters her villain era. Fuck y'all.

Basically, Li Mei, Shang Tsung, Bi-Han and Baraka get to do whatever they want as far as I'm concerned. Everyone else, I'm keeping an eye on. Oh wait, no. Kung Lao can have rights too, bc he's hilarious. Yall stop sleeping on him.

Anyway, that's my takes, I'm sure I'll have more thoughts. Overall, story mode was actually great, and I think there's a lot they can build on for DLC or even course correct, so I'm excited to see where that goes. If yall want to know my thoughts on a specific plot point or character, feel free to hit up my asks, love to make long posts about this stuff.

[indigos-stardust]

I'm super curious about the fruit bat vampire WIP.

Sorry I took like bajillion years- I was going chronological order, and then some stuff happened irl :') and I might've made an artworks for it

HOWEVER, you chose a very nice (and extremely self indulgent) WIP even though its.. underdeveloped to say the least

Basically there was a dangerous witch/poe causing shenanigans and the colors were sent out to deal with it. The Poe or whatever definitely was setting up curses, although they don't know what the curses were intended to be.

During their battle with him, he ended up shooting Vio, even though Vio swung it back with the four swords (I mean it is a light magic sword). After the battle though, Vio just... didn't seem cursed at all. He was fine, so they all assumed that the curse didn't hit Vio at all.

But then the side effects started. Around the same time there were investigations on what the poe had actually been up to. Which was starting to look like some sort of evil transformation ritual. (the poe was probably trying to convert life force to magic, but they don't know that.)

Meanwhile, Vios become "ill" and he's sent to the castle infirmary, unable to eat foods (not even bread??), constant headaches from sounds and smells, looking pale, has a horrendous sleeping schedule, and- tiny claws and teeth. Confusion and... loss of speech? They realize this isn't a normal illness. There's a tainted magic in his blood. Slowly, yet surely infecting and warping him.

He's starving.

They put some dots together and well- Yeah he's like just becoming a straight up vampire isn't he?

And then let's just say within the next 24 hours not only has vio hissed and scratched a guard in the face, but he's also escaped and become. :) let us just say it like it is, "freaky as hell"

Unfortunately I do not have a more detailed artworks of that, the best I have is this:

but I feel like it gives the vibes off appropriately.

hes just acting feral, hiding in the rafters n etc 💀 Yeah its kinda hard to hide the fact that your brother is cursed as hell and might want to eat people when he's just climbing the walls and acting feral.

its ok that he's a lil ugly, he's still cute, like bats are yk?

they tried to "reason" with him and get him to follow them so they could try to undo the magic but the conversation went something like:

"heyyyy viooooooooo"

"..."

"wooowwww you.. made a freaky nest up there! thats- thats cool- um, but I'm SURE YOUD LOVE SOME BLANKETS AND SMALL ANIMALS (and not people) TO EAT RIGHT??"

"..."

*waves blood packet of animal blood from the kitchen*

"psst psst psst"

vio: *screeching and scampering, tries to 'lunge' on them but then falls down a flight of stairs and disappears*

"well. that didn't go to plan . - . o- o y-y"

XD, anyways some knights up finding THE FERAL VAMPIRE??? and they're like we're gonna kill it!!! and then the colors have to explain that they cant because THATS VIO

and well, to say they get some... divided responses... he might jump red at one point but well...

the truth of everything is that the poe was cursing people into animals, as a way to feast off of their misery. He was trying to turn vio into a bat (the bat being a fruit bat btw) but it only really hit him half way. So now he's taken on physical and mental traits of a bat without a full transformation.

theres a point where he jumps red who, earlier in the day, had spilled juice on himself (lil guy COULD NOT reach the highest shelf and it spilled on his head lol, he was in the kitchen stress baking because they forced him to rest)

They do eventually manage to figure it out (or Zelda does, she realizes that his behaviours are just like Jeremy's... If your'e confused, everyone else was too, she had to explain that when she was trapped under Vaati and Ganon and just fighting for her sanity because of the dark magic n etc, she became friends with a bat that lived there... and named him Jeremy. She is so sane and not effected by her time there, she was totally not shown horribly images of her kingdom falling and being manipulated and etc....)

Anyways there's also a thin where he experienced torpor (mini hibernation) once things chill the hell down lol, but the colors think he dead 0-0, this has spent too long in my drafts so I'm just gonna post it sorry for being 7 decades late

[nonclassyparty]

sunday, 04:23 (j.wy)

title; love, gimme love, gimme love, i don't need it, but i'll take what i want from your heart and i'll keep it in a bag, in a box, put an x on the floor, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more

summary; wooyoung is your sworn enemy but hooking up with him becomes a habit you just can't seem to quit (gen v au)

notes; part two of a drabble series called 'rule of thumb' set in the gen v universe where y/n is a bigender superhero and wooyoung is a blood bender. drabbles are posted in chronological order, there is no updating schedule.

playlist // my main masterlist // click to donate to palestine

your mouth feels dry and your throat burns as you shuffle through the dark of wooyoung's dorm where he soundly sleeps in his bed, head buried in the pillows and naked back on full display. so, you might've made a mistake of falling asleep after you two had sex.

you grip your phone, turning on the flashlight which makes you squint your sensitive eyes as you try to gather around your clothes.

you have no idea how you let this happen. you weren't even drunk last night, just pissed off at wooyoung who he kept plastering himself all over you and obnoxiously laughing every time you'd push his arm away because he enjoyed making you mad at the party you were both at last night. he was so fucking annoying, yet you still didn't decline his invite back to his dorm.

an accident that kept happening more often than you'd like.

one time in an alley behind a nightclub where you both shoved your hands down each other's pants with your lips glued together, barely breaking apart to catch your breaths.

another time in your dorm floor's bathrooms where wooyoung fucked you after a party which wasn't exactly your proudest moment because those bathrooms are nasty and anyone could've walked in. including the invisible guy from the third floor that never passed up an opportunity to be a perv.

and then last night. it was the first time you've done it in an actual bed. wooyoung's bed.

you had the right mind to make sure none of your friends saw you leave together at least.

being ranked second came with certain benefits like having a suit all to himself to serve as his dormitory. it was surprisingly tidy now that you flash the light over the dark room, you didn't get a chance to ogle it over properly a couple of hours ago as you were...preoccupied.

wooyoung squirms behind you and you think he's only moving in his sleep, until his voice cuts through the silence;

"jesus christ, y/n, turn that shit off. my head is fucking killing me."

"i'm trying to find my clothes."

wooyoung groans dramatically, flipping onto his back with his arm settling over his eyes. you think he's gone back to sleep again but he continues talking.

"what time is it?"

"almost four-thirty. go the fuck back to sleep." you tell him, clumsily pulling your jeans on.

wooyoung turns on his side, smushing his face against the pillow as he watches you wave the flashlight on your phone around while trying to get dressed.

"you're leaving?"

"yes." you answer because it's obvious. you clear your throat, pulling the sweatshirt over your head, "sorry for falling asleep, it was an accident."

his brows furrow, "it's fine?" wooyoung's head picks up to look around his room until he realizes it's far too dark to see anything, so he just plops it back down against the pillow. "i had fun last night, you really know what you're doing in bed, y/l/n."

you roll your eyes despite him not being able to see you, "oh my god, will you please shut the fuck up?"

"hey, you're the one that fucking woke me up at four-thirty in the morning."

"well go back to sleep then. you're not the one who has to walk back in this cold and dark."

he yawns, "so stay over."

you look at him like he's stupid. "yeah, so jongho can see me in your room when he wakes up to go to the gym in three hours. no thanks."

jongho's room is right across from wooyoung's.

wooyoung frowns at your dismissive tone, he shrugs, "why is that such a horrible thing? is this supposed to be a secret or something?"

"no but i'm not exactly looking to advertise the fact that it happened."

"why are you acting like we won't be doing it again?"

"we won't." you tell him, pulling on your jacket and fixing the hood of it, "this isn't happening again."

maybe saying it out loud will actually make you stick to it.

his head tilts, "you say that every time we fuck and i think the basic rule of thumb is if you say it won't happen again then it definitely shouldn't happen again. this is, like, the fourth time we've hooked up in the past month."

you give him a sarcastic smile, "and the last."

"okay, see you next weekend."

"oh, go fuck yourself."

"text me when you get to your room."

"go the fuck back to sleep, wooyoung."

"i will after you text me when you get to your room."

you don't grace him with a response but simply open the door and slam it shut after yourself.

-

the moment you walk into your dorm, you shove your jeans and jacket off of you and bury yourself into the warm comfort of your bed. yeosang finds that it's the perfect opportunity to walk into your room like it's equally as his.

"back from your sexcapade with wooyoung?" his voice makes you jump as you scramble to sit up in bed, still in your blanket burrito.

"jesus christ, yeosang! you can't just do that!"

he frowns, sitting down on the chair by your desk, "you gave me a spare key."

"yeah, in case of emergency."

"you're hooking up with wooyoung, i'd say this is an emergency."

your roll your eyes, flopping down to lie on your bed again, "no, it is not. and it's barely five in the morning, why the fuck are you up?"

he looks down at his plaid pajama bottoms, "the pressing weight of everyone's dreams and thoughts on this floor doesn't let me sleep at night."

yeosang's ability was a burdening one, being a mind reader and controller couldn't be anything else but heavy on your own psyche so you sit up again, gaze softening in genuine concern before it quickly switches into a glare as yeosang snickers in your face.

"i'm fucking with you. i was gaming and heard your door getting unlocked."

"asshole."

"yeah, yeah. but let's get back to the discussion at hand." he says moving on the wheels of your chair across the room to the small cupboard where he knows you keep snacks and pulling a bag of cheetos out, immediately opening it and popping one in his mouth

you sigh, falling face first into your pillow, "there is nothing to discuss, yeosang."

"see but i don't think that's true."

"did wooyoung tell you something?"

"nope, he's been surprisingly tight-lipped about whatever the two of you are up to." is yeosang's reply that brings an irrational pang to your chest.

the thought of wooyoung, who can't keep his mouth shut for more than five seconds let alone a secret, being quiet about the two of you just makes you think he's trying to hide it because he doesn't want anyone else to know that he's...doing stuff...with you.

"i don't think it's that." yeosang is quick to tell you and you look at him confused before another glare sets on your face when you remember that you're friends with a fucking mind reader.

"there's nothing to discuss. nothing that matters anyway."

yeosang sighs, "y/n..."

"he's straight. i know how this ends, trust me."

and it ends with you eventually getting your heart broken one more time because someone you got attached to only wants you in one form, making you relive your teen years where your first boyfriend only ever wanted you to be a girl and you complied to make him happy. not much was different any of the times you tried dating in college that soon enough you gave up on it completely.

"i don't think wooyoung is like any of those people, y/n."

"well, i don't think he's not either." you mumble, face smushed against your pillow as you avoid yeosang's stare. you hate that he knows how sad that makes you. you wish you didn't care what jung fucking wooyoung thought about you.

"it's a little unfair to be upset with him because you think you need to be a girl every time you hook-up."

you frown at that. doesn't yeosang understand that it's easier to be with wooyoung when you're in the form you're sure he's into?

"how do you know that he's only into you when you're a girl? did you ever talk about that with him?"

no.

and he didn't have a problem with you shifting mid-kiss that first time either. he even kissed you first after that. for fuck's sake, he even let you go down on him. but then he said-

"what? what did he say?" yeosang's brows pinch together, "did he say something bad? should i go kick his ass?"

you roll your eyes, willing yourself not to think about it so yeosang's doesn't know. maybe you should let yeosang know because wooyoung deserves to be berated for it. what he said was stupid and shitty. still, you don't.

"no, he didn't say anything." you bury your face into your pillow again but not before shooting yeosang another glare, "and stay out of my head."

"geez, fine. no more picking apart at your complicated, self-sabotaging and emotionally constipated brain." he holds up his hands innocently but you know that you can trust him not to do it again during this conversation. yeosang is cool like that. "still, i think wooyoung likes you. but don't tell him i said that, he'll say i'm breaking bro-code or whatever although i don't see how that's breaking code when both of you are my friends."

you snort, "wooyoung does not like me and i don't like him either. we hate each other's guts."

"jesus christ," yeosang groans, still chewing on your snacks before seemingly giving up on trying to reason with you, "fine, whatever makes you sleep at night."

"it's true." you continue stubbornly, at this point trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. "he's straight."

"okay, let's say that's true, then are you just intentionally trying to hurt yourself by hooking up with him? because you know nothing will come out of it?" yeosang's gentle tone does nothing to soften the blow those words bring and you decide that this conversation must end now.

"i don't want to talk about this anymore."

"y/n-"

"i want to sleep now, yeosang. i'm tired." your voice is muffled under the pillows and blankets, you hear him sigh.

"fine."

you hear shuffling before eventually the door opens and closes again. your eyes finally slip shut and you try your hardest to not think of jung wooyoung or how warm would you be if you actually decided to stay this morning.

[lovebugspots]

THE PAINKILER

chapter two; Your too flattering.

THE PAINKILLER SERIES IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER CHAPTER FOUR: spider-man. CHAPTER THREE; wedding day. CHAPTER TWO; your too flattering. CHAPTER ONE: THE PAINKILLER THE PAINKILLER: INFORMATION

Play The Promise by In this moment.

TW; bucky falling of train and going bye bye :))

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November 18, 1939.

"C'mon, cupcake." Bucky whined as he followed his wife into their shared room. "Please, just, please let me see your bones." He then grimaced at the sound of that and Y/N just chuckles, putting her fist up and the the bone spikes where unsheathed.

Bucky grins like a little boy who saw ice cream, and ear to ear grin. His bright blue eyes scanning her knuckles as the two bone spikes are out. The odd beauty of his amazing wife's mutation always fascinated him, and always will.

He looked up at her and she lets her bones return inside of her body, his arms wrapped around her waist and he nuzzled into her shoulder. Her warm embrace, something he could never get sick of.

"Barnes, what are you doing?" Y/n Questioned as her husband was clinging to her, her just grins as he peppered soft and delicate kisses on her shoulder.

"Will you ever stop callin' me by my last name, doll?" He chuckles and kisses her cheek, moving to fully look at her.

Y/n raised her eyebrows, and giggles lightly. Her giggles was just something he could never get sick of as well. He truly, truly was a lovesick puppy to his dear and enchanting wife. 

"Never."

"Oh you stubborn ass."

She lets out and over-exaggerating gasp, pulling away and putting her hand over her chest.

"I am no ass!" she sassed, and backed up slightly.

Bucky immediately pouted, he walked up to her and said in a sad voice.

"Don't go away..."

It wasn't sad, it was a whine, actually. I whine of 'I am partially sorry but I want snuggles'

Y/n giggles and pushed him away, earning a very, very loud groan from his throat. He puffed out his cheeks, and pouts. Y/n raised her eyebrows and giggles, moving her soft hands on to his cheeks and lightly pinched them, earning a soft 'Hey!' from him.

"Aren't you just a big baby." Y/n teases in a soft voice, all Bucky did was pout even more, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up.

"James!-" She squealed and he held her bridal style, the same way he carried her out of the church after they got married right when she turned 18. All he did was give the biggest and goofiest grin as he carried her to their shared room.

"Awe look at my beautiful wife. Being carried like a big baby" He teased and tossed her body on the bed, then he caged her in by pinning her waist to the bed.

"Your an ass, you know that?" His voice was silky, yet husky. She didn't let that godly voice affect her. She just rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out. 

"I'm your ass." She giggles and right then and there Bucky just collapsed on her, his face on her stomach and his body between her legs.

He sighed in content and smiles into he warm, soft and silky flesh. He could smell her sweet perfume, he couldn't get enough of the soft vanilla. He nuzzled into her stomach more, earning soft laughs from his wife.

"Your so pretty..." He mumbled.

"Your too flattering."

Her Y/e/c eyes shined with admiration, and undeniable love. Yes, even though they got married right when they both were 18, they truly loved each other more than anything.

December 25th,  1944.

It was the only time that Bucky, and Y/n got free time from the war. So, for Christmas, they went to walk down the quiet streets of London. He had his arm around her waist as they waked.

It was silent, but sometimes, words weren't needed for them to exchange. The only sound that could be heard was the soft sounds of her heels, his boots, and their dog tags.

James B Barnes

32557038 T42 2B

George Barnes

30922 Stockton

Y/n L Howlett. 39829018 T98 1A James Howlett 98372 Alberta.

She had her head on his shoulder and he had his head on hers. After a bit they sat down at a random park bench, he still had his arm around her waist. 

"Jamie?" Y/n asked softly, it was something she had on her mind, her mind a lot. He looked down at her, waiting for her to say whatever she wanted patiently. His steel blue eyes, were soft and patient.

"When...When this war is over..." She started then looked down, then up.

Her voice was soft, fragile and tender as she whispers.

"What if we started a family..?" Once Bucky heard those words he smile and turned fully, he puts his left hand on her soft, and delicate cheek. His eyes are watery, watering from the idea of having a family.

A little one...A son...or daughter. His child. 

All he did was press his lips on hers, their lips softly dancing on each other. She melted into his touch, happily kissing him. The feeling of having his lips on hers will forever be euphoric to her. The way he made everything bad melt away, and made her feel like the most important thing.

She needed no words, she knew he wanted this just as much as she did. Their own family. 

Oh if only they knew their future.

January 14th, 1945.

It was the day the Howling Commandos conducted the raid on the Arnim Zola's train to capture the scientist.

All of the men, and one woman, looked at the rocky landscape. Steve and Bucky where looking at the wire and the train tracks as the rest readied their weapons, radios and other things.

"Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?" Bucky asked Steve as his eyes where focused on the train tracks. 

"Yeah, and I threw up?" Steve responded as he looked at the rough terrain. "And how Y/n had to carry me?" Steve added on and turned to Bucky.

"This isn't pay back, is it?" Bucky asked, still looking at the train tracks and Steve chuckled as he looked up to the wire that would be used to get onto the train.

"Now why would I do that." Steve said half-jokingly and Y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

"Because it's something you would do." She retorted.

"We were right, Doctor Zola is on the train." One of the men that Y/n never learned to learn the name of said.

The three men were talking, but Y/n didn't hear, or even register anything. 

She had a pit in her stomach forming, a dark and deep pit. Something bad was about to happen, but she didn't know what it was.

One of the other Howling Commandos looked through his binoculars and saw the train coming at them. 

"Lets get going, because they are moving like the devil." one of the men said through his accent. 

Y/n nodded at the men and walked over to grab her rifle.

"We only get about a 10 second window, you miss it we are bugs on a windshield." Steve said firmly, his mask on, and he readied his grip on the handle. Y/n nodded as the men said some other things, and once the men motions its time to go, Steve zipped away. Bucky readied himself as well and zipped off, with Y/n right behind him.

Steve, Bucky, Y/n and the man she knew as Gabe all zipped away, and once they were about the same angle as the train they all jumped down.

The four all carefully walked along the top of the train, Bucky looked over to his wife and gabbed her hand and pulled her in front of him. 

Once Steve found the spot to crawl down, he got onto the ladder and opens the door. Gabe perched and had his gun readied as so did Y/n. She looked down at Bucky and nodded encouragingly, still having the pit in her stomach.

Once the two men were inside, Gabe motions for Y/n to join them. She nodded and crawled down, and got inside. Bucky closed the door and she readied her gun. Bucky had his gun in hand and they saw the crates, and how compacted the small area was. They started walking forward, the wedded couple both with their gun in their hands.

Steve had a small pistol in his right hand and his shield on his left, he saw the small doorway and looked between Bucky and Y/n and the hallway. And they continued on, right when Steve walked into the other room a door shut, locking Bucky and Y/n out from Steve. 

Y/n's and Bucky's heart rate increased, but Y/n felt her heart drop and adrenaline start to pump heavy in her veins, out of habit she rested her gun, the strap preventing it from falling,  and unsheathed her two bone spikes from her knuckles and the two spikes on her elbows, the elbow spikes she never really used until recently during combat.

The two immediately turned around and saw HYDRA agents and Bucky started shooting at them and Y/n engaged in hand to hand combat, using one of her elbow spikes and shoved it through one of the men's skull.

As Steve was dealing with the advanced robot, Bucky was shooting the men Y/n wasn't able to get to.

One of the men walked up to Bucky's small hiding area, Bucky used his pistol and started shooting him as Y/n fought the last man.

Steve used the blaster of the robot he then stunned and shot the door, only destroying one. He ran to the small window and saw Bucky shooting the man with his pistol. Eventually he shot all his ammo and sat back on the wall, in defeat as he breathes heavily.

Steve somehow got the door to open and threw Bucky his pistol. Once Bucky caught it, Steve charged through and used his shield and his momentum to push the crate back, causing the Agent to move so Bucky got the perfect time to shoot him and he did.

And if that wasn't any more of a perfect time, Y/n finally killed the last man.

"I had him on the ropes..." Bucky muttered.

"I know you did." Steve retorted and they turned around when they heard the warming up of the robot.

"Get back!" Steve yelled as he jumped in front of Bucky and pushed him out of the way, using his vibranium shield to deflect the blast. The powerful beam caused part of the train walls to get destroyed.

'FIRE AGAIN, KILL HIM NOW!'

Bucky grabbed Steve's shield, and used his pistol to shoot at the robot. The robot sent another blast to Bucky, causing him to fall out. In the split second he grabbed onto a small, and almost broken bar. 

"JAMES!" Y/n screamed then turned around as Steve immediately got up. And in that quick second the robot gave a powerful blast to Y/n's body, shooting her out of the train.

Bucky saw all of it, his wife...his beautiful wife falling off and on a rock spike from the rocky terrain, impaling her delicate body, the body he used to trace at night

The woman, even with her healing factor would surely die. With just plain bones, she couldn't withstand the injuries of her whole entire body being impaled. Her body got small into the distance but he saw her blood, her dark, cherry red blood seeping into the rocks and her organs falling out of her body.

Steve used his shield to destroy the robot and jumped out of the train and onto the side.

"BUCKY!" He yelled as he saw his friend holding on for dear life. He carefully climbed to Bucky and yelled again. "HANG ON!"

Bucky tried getting closer, but he couldn't. The bar started breaking a bit. 

"Grab my hand!" Steve yelled and the bar broke even more. "NO!"

And just like that. 

James Buchanan Barnes, and Y/n Laura Howlett. His two best friends...gone.

The screams, their screams will forever be etched into his mind.

What could have been, will be on his mind.

How he could have been and uncle to the child they always wanted.

How all those years, he still waited for them to have their own little one.

Now it was all a dream.

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@vicmc624

[perplexedflower]

Someone I Used To Love

Fandom: My Hero Academia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Shōta Aizawa/Eraserhead x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 2,771.

Summary: On a particularly dark night, Shōta Aizawa finds a mysterious girl alone in the darkness. But something is weird about this young girl. It is like she reminds him of someone…

Chronology: Post-story.

Warning: Angst.

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As he slowly walked into the rain, he noticed a girl, all by herself, sitting in the middle of the road. He went up to her, only to hear she was crying.

"Hey." He began. "Is everything okay? You shouldn't be out here, alone at night."

Seeing the girl did not respond and simply continued on sobbing, he kneeled next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. He stared at her closely, and without even knowing why, he hugged her; he held her tight in his arms and passed a hand through her hair.

"C'mon, we should move out of the road." He said, turning his face to her.

She calmed down a bit, but still breathed loudly and with difficulty. He took her more in his arms before making her get up and go sit on a bench nearby. He sat her down, holding her hand and warming it up. He could not resist but take a closer look at her: he could not see her eyes, as they were covered by one of her hands and the fact that her face was turned to the ground, but he could see the rest of her body; being used to the darkness, he did not find it hard to see clearly at this point.

She must be a student. He thought. Probably around 18 years old or so.

He sat down next to her and looked around him. He did not know why that girl was there, or what she was doing like that, but he did not dare to ask, too afraid it would only make her even sadder.

"Have... Have we met before?"

He turned around in a swift movement, not expecting a word to come out of that girl's mouth.

"I, uh... I don't know... Have we?"

"Your hug, earlier... It reminds me of someone. Someone I used to love."

He did not know how to react to this confession and decided on staying quiet. A long silence came after that and neither of them talked: strangely, he thought it was better this way.

Sometimes, it's better to say nothing. He thought.

The girl seemed to feel a bit better than before, and that made him feel better as well.

"I understand you probably don't wanna talk about it, but... What's going on?" He said, afraid of what she might answer.

The girl did not say a word and shook her head a few seconds later.

"It's ok, don't worry, you don't have to tell me." He said, taking her hand again.

"What's your name?" She asked out of nowhere.

He wondered why she was so curious about him when in this situation, it should have been the other way around.

"My name's Aizawa, Shōta Aizawa."

The girl laughed sadly.

"Heh. I knew it."

"What do you mean?" Asked Aizawa, confused.

"This tender hug. These warming hands. This soft voice. You're him. The man I used to love, so badly."

Aizawa opened his mouth, only to shut it right back, incapable of finding anything to say. A cat passed by, and without even looking, the young girl felt it.

"You love cats, Aizawa-san, don't you?" The girl said, trying too hard to seem happy when the dark-haired man could hear the sadness in her voice betraying her.

"Yes, I do."

The cat found a clear spot where it would not be touched by the pounding water. Aizawa looked up at the black sky and realized the rain was getting stronger.

"I'm sorry I don't have an umbrella on me for you right now." He said, chagrined.

The girl did not answer, and Aizawa guessed that meant she was ok with it. A sudden noise was heard from where the cat was, and without even raising her head, the girl knew what Aizawa had just witnessed.

"It's dead, isn't it?"

Aizawa looked mortified, as the image of the cat slipping, falling down, and hitting a heavy rock nearby still looped in his head, again and again.

"Don't think about saving it." The girl said before he even was about to stand up. "It's not dead yet, but will be in a minute, and unfortunately, we can't do anything about it."

This girl is scary. Thought Aizawa, not daring to move.

"You think I'm scary, don't you?"

Aizawa looked at her and gasped.

Can she read minds, too?

"I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about it. It's just the way I am."

Aizawa could not find anything to say, so he just nodded patiently.

"Rain falling, cats dying... People changing... We can't do anything about it."

She was right, and Aizawa knew it inside him, but he could feel something was wrong.

"I ran." She suddenly said.

The man looked at her, waiting for the end of her sentence.

"You... ran?"

"I ran away. From home. From friends. From a family that I never really had. From everything." She added calmly.

Aizawa began to understand a bit more what was happening as he pieced out all the information he had in mind.

"I'm bad, ain't I, Aizawa-san?"

Tears started rolling down her face again, and he could hear some of them getting trapped in her throat as she talked.

"You just have a really powerful ability, that's all." He said, trying to calm her down.

"I'm bad, I know it. Something's wrong with me, and all I can do is live with it..."

"Listen... I..." He tried to say but ended up keeping quiet.

"... That's why he left me..."

A long break filled with the sounds of rain, sobs, and whispers followed.

I hate it. He thought. I hate it so much. This situation, right here, where I can't do anything. Why can't I just talk normally, for God's sake?

"Aizawa-san."

The man turned around.

"Yes?"

"... You still remember me... R-Right?" She struggled to say through her tears, falling as fast as the rain surrounding them.

"Oh, I..."

But he did not finish his sentence: instead, he approached her and circled her in his arms.

I'm so sorry. He thought to himself. So so sorry.

"It's ok." She said.

But it was not. The girl stopped crying after a while, though she could still feel water drops on her; and she knew it was not the rain.

"Aizawa-san..." The girl whispered, grabbing him by the shoulders.

The man was now crying, and he only had four words to say.

"I'm so sorry, I..."

But he burst into tears again.

"Oh..." The girl started, caressing his dark hair. "Don't cry for me, please."

She continued to hug him tight, hoping he would stop crying. He held on to her pretty hard, but she did not pay it much mind; as long as it helped him feel better, she was alright with it.

"Don't be sorry, ok? It's ridiculous of you to think that you're responsible for this." She said, looking at him directly in the eyes.

"Then why were you crying when I found you?" He cried while trying to look at her, his tears not allowing him to see properly anymore.

"You don't have anything to do with this."

"You're lying!" He almost screamed. "I know you are! I must have something to do with all this, I can feel it!"

The girl stared at him sadly and continued to caress him.

"God... WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER YOU, FOR FUCK'S SAKE?!" He yelled, his fist punching the side of the bench as he said those words.

She smiled as a tear fell onto her chin.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..." Murmured Aizawa, again and again.

The girl grabbed him by the cheeks and swept off his tears.

"Even when you cry..." She started.

She pulled down his scarf and passed a hand on his neck.

"... You're still as beautiful as the first day I saw you." She continued while seeming to try and hold back another river of tears.

She paused herself a brief instant to stare into his eyes, and it seemed as if they were calling out to her to continue her story; she grabbed Aizawa's hands tenderly, seeing he was hanging on her words.

"That day I met you at U.A... I had gotten lost in the school, wondering which of this maze's classrooms I should step in. That's when I bumped into you; I looked up at you, and I remember thinking to myself that although you were in your early thirties, you looked ragged and grumpy. But who was I to judge, just a lost 15-year-old teenager working on being a professional superhero? You looked down at me, your gaze met mine, but neither of us said anything; I liked to convince myself I had triggered something in you that day, but I was never sure. In silence, you kept walking your own way, heading to a classroom bearing the sign "1-A", and that's how I later found out you'd be my homeroom teacher. Since that day, I never stopped loving you."

The man, now sobbing, listened to her quietly.

"You see this rain?" She asked as the man did not move an inch. "Well..."

And as fast as lightning, the rain suddenly stopped. Staring back into his eyes, she could read a mix of confusion and surprise on his face.

"I've... never truly explained to you what my powers are... Right? Even when I was still a student in U.A.... I avoided the question, managing to always stay vague about it. But... now I think you deserve to know."

Aizawa was still sobbing, feeling in his heart a growing pain as if it was slowly twisting into a knot.

"... When I was little, my parents were convinced I had no quirk since I had never shown a sign of any potential power, even after reaching the age of 4. I was thus marked as quirkless, and seen as such by all... That is, until we discovered the hard way I did in fact have one. My mother's quirk was one of luck, allowing her to have good luck whenever she desired it, for however long she wanted; the backlash was that the longer she left it activated, the more it would exhaust her. And most importantly, after deactivating her power, she would have bad luck for twice as long as she had left her power active beforehand. One day, she died in an accident at home during one of her periods of bad luck: a toy I had left on the ground near our staircase caused her to trip and fall down the flight, breaking her neck on impact. At the same exact second I heard her hit the ground, I felt an outside force enter my body, as if an energy was now residing inside me."

The young girl took a break from her story to look at her hands, still wet from all the rain which had drenched her.

"Her death was marked as accidental, even though I saw it as being my fault; it left my father gravely traumatized, leading him to shut down to the world, including myself. Eventually, it drove him to suicide, and the second he drew his last breath, I felt the exact same sensation I had once felt when my mother had died. I connected the dots together and quickly came to a haunting conclusion: my mother had died because of me, and by extension, it was my fault if my father had died too. And when both their deaths had occurred, I had felt two separate powers enter my body."

Sheepishly, she looked up at Aizawa, her eyes wet with edging tears.

"My quirk is acquiring the quirks of people I kill, or who die by my fault, more or less indirectly. I've never killed anyone willingly, but... Many people have died because of me, simply because of my mother's quirk... When she died and I obtained her power, it was new to me and my body had trouble adapting to it, so I had no control over it: it'd activate on its own, and I had no way of making it stop, so once it would, I'd be left with long periods of bad luck, and whoever was around me would be affected by it. I eventually came to control it, and only use it when I decided to, but by the time I got there, I had already caused too much damage..."

The girl felt herself losing control of her emotions again and cuddled against Aizawa's chest in hopes that it would calm her down.

"All these powers..." She began, her voice starting to tremble. "All these abilities I have in me..."

She hesitated to finish her sentence but decided she had to stay strong and held Aizawa tighter.

"I have so many of them! So many people I've killed just by being around them!" She said loudly, closing her eyes.

She paused herself to breathe a bit and carried on.

"I managed to integrate U.A. by registering with one of the quirks I had acquired over time. But, seeing all these wonderful people around me, all this glory... It made me feel like I didn't belong. I had made friends whose kindness I didn't deserve... I had fallen for you, although I was not worth your care and attention. I knew I could never become a superhero with the way I was... So I decided to drop out of school. I couldn't look at myself in a mirror anymore. I was scared of who I was and afraid of what I might become. That's why..."

The clouds started to go away and the sky got bluer.

"... That's why I ran away. I didn't wanna hurt people anymore."

She looked at Aizawa and noticed he had stopped crying.

"That's why I abandoned you, too. You were the only one left I had, the only one left I loved, and the sheer thought of you getting hurt by my fault was just impossible to imagine. So even if it meant not seeing you ever again, I tried to stay away from your life; I could never say for sure you reciprocated my feelings, but all the more if it was the case, I had decided to walk away before it would hurt us too much."

The girl took Aizawa's hand into her own and passed a gentle finger on the scar under his right eye.

"Now you see why I'm bad, Aizawa-san, and why you shouldn't come near me."

"... No." He simply answered.

The girl stared at him for long, her mouth opened and her eyes shining in the moonlight.

"A part of me knows who you are, and I refuse to ignore it."

The girl did not respond and just stared at the moon instead.

"It's getting late, you should head back home now." She simply said in a motherly tone.

Aizawa did not react and kept on murmuring things to himself. The girl sighed and stood up.

"You really haven't changed, haven't you..." She calmly said to him, putting a strand of hair behind his ear.

She took his hand and pressed on it.

"Even if you don't, I have to get back to my place anyway." She said, glaring at the darkness and the road.

"Wait." He stopped her, grabbing her by the wrist. "Can't you stay, just... a bit more?"

She slightly frowned her eyebrows.

"I... I can't, I..." She tried to say. "... I can't stay around you." She finally whispered.

Aizawa raised his head and the girl saw that his eyes were begging her. In a deep breath, she bent over and left a delicate kiss on his cheek.

"Goodbye, Aizawa-san." She whispered into his ears as she interlaced her fingers with his.

And suddenly, the girl vanished before his eyes. He felt something folding into his hand and opened it; inside was a small piece of paper.

"I'm sorry to leave you this soon. I just found you and I already have to go away. But... Please, think before doing anything too dangerous. I might get you hurt if I stay with you, but, if you really, truly, want me to be something important in your life... Then I will stay around you for that time."

Aizawa raised his hand to the moon above him and held the paper tight in his hand as he swept off his last tears with his elbow.

I'll remember you, I promise. But for now, as long as you're taking all the space in my mind, please, don't go too far away from me.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

FAQ

Hi guys! Sometimes I get repeat questions so I thought I'd make this FAQ post. I think I've covered everything. If you think of anything else that needs to be added, please let me know! <3

What is WIP Wednesday? It's a little game I started doing because of Ash, aka jtl-fics. It’s sort of a way to motivate me to write. And this way I’m able to release tiny little installments each week instead of having to finish whole chapters before I post. It's been so helpful. I've written more since last August than I had in years.

Okay, cool. So, how does WIPW work? When Wednesday rolls around, wait for my WIPW post to appear on your dash then you can send me an ask with your request. After I get done writing, I'll answer your ask with a snippet. :)

Please note: ~ I only take WIPW asks on Wednesdays, hence the name. ~ My ask box button will say either ‘wipw open 🔓’ or 'wipw closed 🔒’. Please do not send asks after it’s closed. ~ I do not answer asks in order anymore. I answer all of one AU’s requests, then move through the rest until I’m done. ~ The length of the snippets varies, based on how the POV changes or how the scenes fall. It also depends on my mental health. ~ Please be patient with me. I’m just a little guy. ≽^•⩊•^≼

What fics do you work on for WIPW? I have six ongoing projects to choose from, they're listed on my pinned post.

Can I send more than one request on WIPW? Please don't, unless I've said otherwise! Getting too many asks stresses me out and if I allow one person to send multiple, I have to let everyone. So, just pick your favorite please! Someone else will ask for the others.

Are your WIPs ever going to be on AO3? Yes! When they're closer to being finished I plan to tidy them up— make minor edits, check for continuity problems, grammar, etc— and post them to AO3! This won't be happening for a long while, so please feel free to go ahead and read them here if you're interested. :)

How do I read your AUs in order? Each of my AUs has a 'masterpost', a post where I link to each and every piece ever written. You can use it to click through and read each piece in order. Alternatively, if you're brand new to my fics you can click the link on the masterpost for a chronological view of the AU's tag! :)

Can I reblog WIPW posts? Absolutely! It makes me really happy when you do!

How can I leave comments on WIPW stuff? You can reblog a post and put comments in the tags, reply to the post, or send me an ask with questions or comments about my AUs! Though I might not answer every comment I receive, I appreciate them all so much. Y'all don't even know.

Do you like fanart? Yes. I love it. I adore it. I will give you my firstborn child. You don't even understand. I've received fan art from three or four people and I still think about them every single day. That being said, if you do make fan art please tag me in the post (@/stabbyfoxandrew) or send me an ask/ message with the link so I can see! 🥺 I'll also link your art in the masterposts so everyone else can find it! <3

Okay, okay. That's all great but do you have any finished fics? Yep! There's several oneshots on my AO3! :3

When are you going to update cosmic lost and found?! I don't know. TwT It got so popular (to me) so quick and I got freaked out and I haven't worked on it in ages. I'm sorry. :( I have the fic planned out, through to the end. But working on it is so hard for some reason. I shouldn't have decided to rewrite canon. :')

Can you tell me about your OCs? Yes. 🥺🥺🥺 I'm dying to tell you about them. If you'd like to know anything about my OCs please, please, please send me an ask! I love talking about them but I'm so afraid of getting on peoples' nerves. :')

Why are you taking so long to answer my ask? Because I'm just a little guy and sometimes I don't have the energy to reply right away. TwT

Can we be friends? Maybe! :) If we're mutuals and you'd like to talk to me, please feel free to send me a message. I must warn you, I'm a lot more awkward in messages than I am in my askbox. I don't know why. I'm sorry. TwT

Do you write for any other fandoms? Not at the moment. (RIP to my klance fics.)

Do you have fic recs? Possibly! It depends on if I've been reading much. You can always ask. I might have to tell you no though. :')

Do you allow translations of your fics? No.

What about podfics? Yes.

Is your name really Aerie, you know that's a clothing brand and also means bird nest? Yes. I thought I made it up when I was like 13/14. Was very distraught when I found out that wasn't true. :') But yeah. Aerie is my name and I love it.

Who's Jess? My younger sibling.

Who's Rascal? My very old cocker spaniel and the best boy ever. :3

...What's wrong with you? Oh. Many things. Some of them probably don't even have names yet.

Thanks for reading my FAQ, if you still have a question please feel free to ask! <3 aerie

[miraculousmultifan]

stranger things (taylor's version) prompt list

this list contains every taylor swift song and it will be marked by which songs have already been claimed. i'm sorting these prompts by album in chronological order.

since taylor swift has A LOT of songs, the list will be below the cut :D

original post HERE.

taylor swift

tim mcgraw

picture to burn

teardrops on my guitar

a place in this world

cold as you

the outside

tied together with a smile

stay beautiful

should've said no

mary's song (oh my my my)

our song

i'm only me when i'm with you

invisible

a perfectly good heart

fearless

fearless

fifteen

love story

hey stephen

white horse

you belong with me

breathe

tell me why

you're not sorry

the way i loved you

forever & always

the best day

change

jump then fall

untouchable

come in with the rain

superstar

the other side of the door

today was a fairytale

you all over me

mr. perfectly fine

we were happy

that's when

don't you

bye bye baby

speak now

mine

sparks fly

back to december

speak now

dear john

mean

the story of us

never grow up

enchanted

better than revenge

innocent

haunted

last kiss

long live

ours

if this was a movie

superman

electric touch

when emma falls in love

i can see you

castles crumbling

foolish one

timeless

red

state of grace

red

treacherous

i knew you were trouble

all too well

22

i almost do

we are never ever getting back together

stay stay stay

the last time

holy ground

sad beautiful tragic

the lucky one

everything has changed

starlight

begin again

the moment i knew

come back... be here

girl at home

ronan

better man

nothing new

babe

message in a bottle

i bet you think about me

forever winter

run

the very first night

eyes open

safe & sound

1989

welcome to new york

blank space

style

out of the woods

all you had to do was stay

shake it off

i wish you would

bad blood

wildest dreams

how you get the girl

this love

i know places

clean

wonderland

you are in love

new romantics

"slut!"

say don't go

now that we don't talk

suburban legends

is it over now?

reputation

...ready for it?

end game

i did something bad

don't blame me

delicate

look what you made me do

so it goes...

gorgeous

getaway car

king of my heart

dancing with our hands tied

dress

this is why we can't have nice things

call it what you want

new year's day

lover

i forgot that you existed

cruel summer

lover

the man

the archer

i think he knows

miss americana & the heartbreak prince

paper rings

cornelia street

death by a thousand cuts

london boy

soon you'll get better

false god

you need to calm down

afterglow

ME!

it's nice to have a friend

daylight

folklore

the 1

cardigan

the last great american dynasty

exile

my tears ricochet

mirrorball

seven

august

this is me trying

illicit affairs

invisible string

mad woman

epiphany

betty

peace

hoax

the lakes

evermore

willow

champagne problems

gold rush

'tis the damn season

tolerate it

no body, no crime

happiness

dorothea

coney island

ivy

cowboy like me

long story short

marjorie

closure

evermore

right where you left me

it's time to go

midnights

lavender haze

maroon

anti-hero

snow on the beach

you're on your own kid

midnight rain

question...?

vigilante shit

bejeweled

labyrinth

karma

sweet nothing

mastermind

the great war

bigger than the whole sky

paris

high infidelity

glitch

would've, could've, should've

dear reader

hits different

you're losing me

the tortured poets department

fortnight

the tortured poets department

my boy only breaks his favorite toys

down bad

so long, london

but daddy i love him

fresh out the slammer

florida!!!

guilty as sin?

who’s afraid of little old me?

i can fix him (no really i can)

loml

i can do it with a broken heart

the smallest man who ever lived

the alchemy

clara bow

the black dog

imgonnagetyouback

the albatross

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus

how did it end?

so high school

i hate it here

thanK you aIMee

i look in peoples windows

the prophecy

cassandra

peter

the bolter

robin

the manuscript

[all-we-know-is-falling]

Lyrics that are associated to Alejo

I’ll write an explanation for why these specific lyrics relate to him, but not now. Also, they’re all in chronological order to his story.

This post is stupidly long…💀

I Don’t Care (fob):

I don't care what you think As long as it's about me The best of us can find happiness in misery

Yeah Boy And Doll Face (ptv):

With a knife in the back And a grip on the glass, it's cold And I don't wanna be here I guess I'm never comfortable or situational

The moment that's where I kill the conversation Wrap this up with a lie that I'm enjoying Every minute with myself

And she could make hell feel just like home So I'm never leaving her alone

I Don’t Care If You’re Contagious (ptv):

Last night, she recited every reason she's fine So if we're heading there together at the same time You sing while I drive

And I don't care if you're sick I don't care if you're contagious I would kiss you even if you were dead

I'm gonna tear out the thread one by one from your skin 'Till your bones feel embarrassed from all the attention

Hold On Till May (ptv):

Now don't be crazy, yes, now of course you can stay here Been in a touring band for going on ten years "Big deal, " she said, "I guess you're official" I only said it 'cause I know what it's like to feel burned out It gets you down, we've all been there sometimes But tonight I'll make you feel beautiful once again

If I were you, I'd put that away See, you're just wasted and thinking 'bout the past again Darling, you'll be okay

This love was out of control Tell me, where did it go?

Of All The Gin Joints In All The World (fob):

You only hold me up like this 'Cause you don't know who I really am Sometimes I just want to know what it's like to be you

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More “Touch Me” (fob):

I confess, I messed up Dropping "I'm sorry" like you're still around And I know you're dressed up Hey kid you'll never live this down

You're just the girl all the boys want to dance with And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances

I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"

I don't blame you for being you But you can't blame me for hating it So say, what are you waiting for? Kiss her, kiss her I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late

The Sky Under The Sea (ptv):

Write me off, give up on me 'Cause darling what did you expect I'm just off, a lost cause A long shot, don't even take this bet As I brace my knees you hold me down with your eyes

And someday I'll drive Close both my eyes We'll swim in circles in the blue lights It's gonna be the best day of my life

And oh my God You'll never be as beautiful without me Beauty needs an animal to breathe And baby you'll be alright as long as I'm not So do that dance in the dark Sharpen your teeth and bite as hard as you want

And do you really trust your tongue Or did you bury the taste And is this fantasy real Or is it all home-made And did you call me last night just 'cause you couldn't get laid Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce the selfish machine

Do you think you're the only one (afraid) Do you think you're the only one (afraid) Do you think you're the only one afraid of this machine

Drella (ptv):

Do you think You'd better love me back You said you want someone Who actually cares But I'll say what I want Because nobody's around when I talk It feels better to fall asleep alone Because that's the only way I know

Wonderless (ptv):

I don't care If your beautiful lips Exist out there 'Cause I'm wonderless Why the best can't make it in Hollywood No more

Maybe you're to blame Maybe I'm a star (Stumbling drunk light) My mistakes I've made won't leave me Alone Oh, no

You're a payphone away from the mess that I've become I'm destroying what I love

Dive In (ptv):

And I wish I was poisonous Like a bottomless sound, like a violent drug Do you remember the knife I kept? The sharper it got, the more you wanted me to use it I was lying to you, but you were lying too So what's left to do? What's left to say? Stop making friends, just us I'll decompose with you

And modern anxiety That motherfucker never rests Our adrenaline is kickin' in so play the beat faster Head for the streets We're the puke and decay We're only dreaming, what's your problem, baby?

Kill me if I end up like you

And just because you're screaming for my attention Does not mean I will waste my time So hold your breath and swim under the ice

I know that it's not safe here You did this to yourself but have no fear Just hold your breath and swim under

Hot Mess (cobra starship):

I've been hypnotized The city's your playground, I watch you take a bite At five am roaming in the streets Drunk all night You think your hot shit I love it, I love it, yeah, yeah Stumbling but yeah, you're still looking hella fine Keep doing what you're doing and I'm a make you mine

Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time (p!atd):

Memories tend to just pop up Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves Five thousand people with designer drugs Don't think I'll ever get enough (don't think I'll ever get enough)

Bar to bar at the speed of sound Fancy feet dancing through this town Lost my mind in a wedding gown Don't think I'll ever get it now (don't think I'll ever get it now)

The (After) Life Of The Party (fob):

I'm a stitch away from making it And a scar away from falling apart, apart Blood cells pixelate and eyes dilate And the full moon pills got me out on the street at night

Stay Away From My Friends (ptv):

Baby stay away from my friends Because I need them to carry me when it's over I'll count back from ten And you can listen to Something that you've never heard before (never heard before)

But you don't know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night Scaring the thought of kissing razors This blood evacuation is telling me to cave in Stay away Oh no Just stay away from my friends.

Phantom Power And Ludicrous Speed (ptv):

I'm mastering the art of miracles and flawless tragedies Here I spend everyday in captivity Devoured while the walls grow hands and teeth

I cried and listened to the rain in a rental car One day somebody's gonna go and get pushed too far But now I don't know what to say Shall I deny my lungs their breathing rights?

So give it up, give it up Don't let your mind slip away Don't drink, don't get so high Your beat's too obvious Not gonna say what you want me to say I guess you're right

The less you're seen, the less you are But I don't even care anymore

Anatomy of a ghost, invisible friend I won't pay for sanity, 'cause I don't wanna know Some things are better left alone But thanks for your concern and calls

It seems I'm not everything you wanted me to be I suggest you pray for a A full recovery A full recovery

Demolition Lovers (My Chemical Romance):

I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know just how much you mean to me And after all the things we put each other through and I would drive on, to the end with you A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full And I feel like there's nothing left to do But prove myself to you, and we'll keep it running

This song seems like Alejo being aware of how he's (unintentionally) making Penélope feel and wanting to change that, so he tries to tell her but his words never match his actions. In the end, they don't work it out. Alejo is probably starting to wonder why he can't seem to keep anybody close to him.

The Divine Zero (ptv):

Wild eyes of terror pray for sex on the beach While oceans of kerosene will soak into me I'm not meant for this world, I just don't see the point Don't think about it, don't overthink about it

And life is a joke But everything's riding on me tonight Been counting the stars and scars How I'm becoming a work of art

In desperate times and desperate measures I come so close, my hopes are severed by the downside A million waves in the ocean crash at once to make you smile

And life is a joke At least I can love you, naked and tattooed Counting the stars and scars And if the pain is a sound, let's slow it down

Your serotonin's gone The kerosene's gone The sunset is gone Yeah, it's all gone, all gone, all gone

Future (paramore):

So I'm writing the future I'm leaving a key here Something won't always be missing It won't always feel emptier

Just think of the future And think of your dreams You'll get away from here You'll get away eventually

So just think of your future Think of a new life Don't get lost in the memories Keep your eyes on a new prize

Gold Medal Ribbon (ptv):

Are you up there? Just give me a signal I'm reaching you now 'Cause I remember the sound of your voice But I don't remember what we talked about It doesn't matter, that's a waste of time

So take off your rings and lipstick for me

I swear that I can hear you in the wind You're singing to me and you're Dancing in the halls outside again I'm always listening

Song For Isabel (ptv):

If there's still evidence of us Why can't that be enough?

I don't mean to drag you down You taste just like you always do

Isabelle hides, so I can't find my way I'd give anything just to surround your dreams

Back in the days, when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Well, yes! It would be wonderful if he could go back to being a clueless kid who doesn't know how cruel life can be yet!

Emergency Contact (ptv):

There's no greater vengeance Than learning to enjoy again Hope you get the message Nobody's shatter-resistant Therapy is tiring But so is hiding how you feel You can bring the villain in And I can bring the sex appeal Leave me, something Or let me out, I'm starving Push me, pull me Waiting for the start of Things that I want, this happily ever after You choke on your words, but you swallow them faster I sleep on the couch while you're passed out in the back Just want you to be my emergency contact

You're my angel You're a fucking angel You're my angel All mine Mine Mine, mine Mine

This part refers to his feelings towards Jenifer when they reconnect as adults. It’s quite obvious I think, but it’s very cute regardless. Maybe it’s over-dramatic but you could say that Jenifer saved Alejo, in a way. She came back into his life at the perfect time, when Alejo was able to give her his full attention and to love her properly, and when both of them had grown as people. Neither are perfect, they never will be, but they’ve managed to improve themselves for the better. She is his angel.

[illadvisedselfships]

I'm here to cash in one of those gush tickets!! 🎫😌✌️ Here's an overview of notable F/Os past and present! Some of it might not mean anything to you if you don't know the fandom, and that's alright ^^ I never dreamed I'd share any of this, so I'm really grateful that you've made this little safe space here <333 And now that I've started, I can't stop! (Truly sorry I can't put this under a readmore… Large Poast incoming.) Chronologically:

First one I ever had has to be Mrs. Coulter from The Golden Compass/Northern Lights. I chose this book because it had a polar bear on the cover and I came out on the other side with… issues XD I even wrote a self-insert thing where my daemon gets severed from me and she comforts me through it (real healthy subject matter for an 11 year old ᕕ(ᐛ )ᕗ)

Lady Van Tassel from Sleepy Hollow. I traveled to Sleepy Hollow with Ichabod as his assistant or relative? And of course she corrupted me.

Now, this is the one I debated including due to the sheer goofiness 😅😅: Lily Gates from the Urbz: Sims in the City (handheld version). I liked imagining myself in the big city and being her personal assistant.

Claudia Wolf from Silent Hill 3. Ooh in this one I did something bad (unspecified) and found myself in Silent Hill with a guilty conscience. Alone and scared, I wandered through the foggy streets and ended up in the mall, and that's where I first encountered her. She took pity on me and I'll be honest, I don't really remember the rest XD idr if her being a priestess of a terrible cult factored in to this at all 😂

Actual light of my life forever: Julie Langford from Bioshock. My imagination was definitely at its best with her!! I had a really comprehensive storyline going on, starting from when I first traveled to Rapture in the bathysphere as a little girl with my family (not based on real family). Growing up and realizing I felt uncomfortable with boys, meeting Julie at a dinner party and feeling that spark but not really getting what it meant. Maybe I casually meet her another time or two after that. Coincidentally she asks me to be her assistant right as Rapture starts to fall. I see my first Splicer when I'm with her, my family also become Splicers, aaaand before long we're some of the only unspliced people left. We spend all our time together and I make her feel like she's responsible for me, we scrounge around for food and she protects me from Splicers and tenderly wipes the blood off my face and I help her out in her lab when we're not busy trying to survive, and still it feels like it takes the longest time for us to get together for real, but we do eventually. (side note: I am insane.) My daydreams have run their course I think but they were my favorite and the most vivid <333

Cersei from Game of Thrones. In this one, I'm the bastard daughter of Roose Bolton and I get sent to King's Landing for reasons unknown. Probably unrealistic! shrug I comfort her after her walk of shame and although our relationship is mildly antagonistic, she enlists me to help with, uh, the thing she does in season 6 episode 10 that involves wildfire. I am also obsessed with leech treatment in this one XD (in the books, Roose is known as the Leech Lord)(this is where the "leech" comes from on my other blog!) I got a lot of mileage from the Roose-Bolton's-bastard-daughter self insert XD In an alternate timeline, I have a thing for Lady Stoneheart (in extremely crude and basic terms, Catelyn Stark's sentient reanimated corpse), even though our families absolutely despise one another. Don't ask how I made that work, because I don't remember 💀 (A last-minute addition as I was proofreading this ask... I'm fully committing to the crazy.)

Cassandra Kiramman from Arcane. I'm actually not in the canon universe for this one. I had an AU where I was a ballet dancer and she was my instructor, haha. Also: Arcane was my introduction to x reader fic!! (though I'd been reading shipfic long before that.)

✨ Current F/Os!! ✨ Foul that it's taken me this long to get here 😑 Unfortunately, I feel like my imagination has taken a nosedive lately. I don't have storylines for these, more like little snippets of scenes. I'm in the devouring all the writing I can get my hands on stage ♥️

Yuria from Dark Souls 3 and Rennala from Elden Ring. I basically picture myself in the role of the player character ^^

I'm very into Lady Tremaine, and the Nurse from Dead by Daylight atm. With Tremaine there's just something about a buttoned-up repressed domineering woman and being the one to crack that shell just a little 😳 And with the Nurse I love the contrast between the griminess and creepiness and her sweetness. And her mori where she caresses the survivor's face 🥺 (most of the "lore" I get comes from youtube videos and reader inserts 💀)

Finally, one where they're actually in the modern world with me, since I mentioned that in a previous comment ^^ I fell in love with Maria Doyle Kennedy as Mrs. S. in Orphan Black, and during the initial lockdown in 2020, my main daydream scenario was with me becoming a lodger in her house (she's just a random person in this, not an actress). We garden and raise chickens together 🥰

I think I just cashed in all of my tickets 🙈🙈🙈 Now you probably know more about me than you bargained for 😅 This was actually incredibly fun to write. You have a great imagination - it's awesome that you're able to imagine your F/Os in multiple different scenarios and universes!! I can't really do that. Absolutely no pressure to reply right away!! 💜

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I love all this!! You have some great ideas for your F/O's!!!

1. Omg that Mrs Coulter thing is e x c e l l e n t XDD So dark and oddly soft XD Hey- as girlies we made up some pretty awful things when we were little! XD If it wasn't Barbies in the mafia it was something else!

2. I too love Lady Van Tassle- I can understand completely XD And we love some corruption! 😅😅😅 Especially if it is by a pretty lady-

3. Omg I've never heard of Lily Gates! XD She definitely fits your theme though and I support you!

4. I haven't heard of Claudia Wolf either but as soon as I read your descript and looked her up I want OH. I get it XD Priestess?? Culty?? Scary old white haired woman? I am very very intrigued XD

5. HNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG your imagination really was clear on this one!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 This whole storyline is so good, I love your brain XD Also to your 'i am insane' -- my love we all are, its okay XD

6 + 7. Cersei, huh? Absolutely cannot blame you XD And Lady Stoneheart is just s o 💗💗💗💗💗💗??????? I don't even know tis woman but 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 We love them decrepit babes.

8. Oh she's so pretty! She seems classy ^^ Thank you for your service ma'am (Introducing you to x reader fanfic XD ).

9+10. These videogame ladies look so lovely!! I cant stop thinking what amazing taste you have XD

11. LADY TREMAINE AND SALLY LADY TREMAINE AND SALLY LADY TREMAINE AND SALLY- I agree so heavily on them both, these are some great F/O's <3<3<3 Imagine Lady Tremaine using that evil eye of hers to make someone back off you or Sally touching you so so gently! <3

12. Ohhhh, thats so so so sweet!! I love this for you ^^