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daydream-believin · 4 years ago

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The Never-Ending Roadtrip (there’s nothing wrong with Ohio)

Summary: Reader joins Douxie in the quest for Nari’s safety. He’ll need company won’t he? - (Part 5) ohio hijinks. national forests, a b ‘n b. next- (part 6) start here -> (part 1)

Warnings: swearing, meat eating, idk gambling kinda?

Word Count: 6620

A/N: AAAAAHHH i gotta stop writing shit at 3am. it’s showing. also i cant believe i reworked their entire planned trip route for this. ajhqhdsjhfljh i have no excuses for any of this

Douxie was uncharacteristically quiet during the trip through the first bit of Indiana. Y/n hung over the railing feeling awkward. The treetops below flew past her in a blur. Y/n kinda felt bad, like maybe she had broken him. Did she nudge a little too hard? She had thought, if anything, her flirting would get him flirting too. Hell, Doux flirted with everyone. It was just part of his charismatic persona he’d built over the years. And he had been so strange this week, but especially strange during the time they’d spent on the road. Every time Y/n had thought she’d figured something out with him, he’d surprise her.

Douxie was still processing what had happened earlier that day. He may have been going mad finally, immortals do tend to do that, but he was starting to think Y/n had feelings for him too. Which was something he had to be imagining, and yet she kept making it really hard to dismiss. Maybe it was just that their trip to St. Louis had felt pretty damn close to a date. His gaze lingered over her form, looking out at the scenery, covered in his jacket, a little piece of him to always cling to her skin, mingling their scents. His eyes snapped back to the sky in front of him as he narrowly dodged a telephone wire tower.

They had decided on taking one last pit stop before settling for the night. They were making their way up to Cleveland, which was a little unnecessarily high north into Ohio, but since Y/n was the one holding the map so to speak, she got to shift their course, almost to her whim even. Douxie was happy with anything as long as they kept moving. There was something she wanted to see in Cleveland. It’s not like Douxie wouldn’t enjoy it too, though. In fact, if her memory served her correctly, Douxie might enjoy the trip more than her. Back to that last pit stop. Hoosier National Forest. Somewhere nice and nature-y for Nari, and as a bonus, nice and forested for magic boat hiding. It would be a good opportunity to stretch out their legs.

Speaking of stretching, Y/n stretched out her arms to the expanse below, her fingers spread with the wind whistling between them, and she let out a soft groan. She was just trying to make her shoulders less stiff, she had been holding onto that railing tightly for quite a while now, but Douxie did not like that action one bit. He locked his staff in place at the helm, giving him just enough time to loop his arm around her midsection and pull her back into the center of the ship. He was able to return quick enough to stop them from hitting the top of a particularly tall evergreen. Y/n was still confused as to what just happened.

“Why don’t you take a seat now, Love.”

She did as she was told, less confused now, yet disgruntled at the fact the Doux had just scooped her away like she was a tiny kitten he was keeping from jumping off the couch.

Hoosier National Forest was magnificent. Well, Y/n thought all forests were wonders, but this one was still great, promise. There were tall trees and big rocks and waterfalls. What more does a national forest need. She managed to convince Douxie that they should go for a hike. Just a little trail, only half an hour, scouts honour. They had flown most of the way, and a brisk walk was what they all needed. It would be good for Nari, after all. Archie took a hard pass, in favor of yet another nap in the sun.

There was a waterfall nearby. A small one, but a waterfall nonetheless. Y/n had pulled up the map of the forest on her phone. Thank the stars for living in a cyberpunk dystopia. She led the way on the trail, until Nari told her that she could feel the waterfall and they could get there faster if they stepped off the path and made their own way. A bad idea, really, don’t do this. Y/n was all for it, to Douxie’s dismay. He had hoped she’d be more sensible, but no, now they were climbing down a steep rocky hill with a literal spirit guide. Nari led them through more twists and bigger rocks to climb over. Douxie tried his best to keep up with Y/n, to keep a hand on her, but she and Nari were moving too fast. At least he could still see them. If Y/n ate the dirt he’d just have to patch her up, he supposed.

Once they made it to the waterfall site, coming out of some brush, they took a moment to rest. Apparently, they were supposed to relax and enjoy feeling the waterfall’s aura or something but Douxie was too preoccupied on assessing the damage from the trek. After he voiced his concern, Y/n boasted that she made it here with only a few scratches and only one cut. Completely normal Dewdrop. Douxie was going to make her take the actual path back. He was probably ruining the waterfall’s calming energy.

After patching up Y/n with bandages and alcohol from the pack on his back, Douxie took a moment to actually take in the water feature. It had carved itself through the rocks it came forth from. It wasn’t powerful when it began, but capable of cutting through solid sediment now. Thousands of years, spent in the same rock formation, and yet none of the water flowing was water that had been there before. Constantly moving, and going nowhere. Neatly polished stones as it’s only reward. Doux was starting to get uncomfortable thinking about this insentient piece of nature now.

They weren’t planning on stopping again until the next national forest, Wayne, so they picked up a bite to eat from a camp store on their way out. Not exactly a restaurant, their meal consisted mostly of beef jerky, almonds, and some dried fruit. Eh, good enough. It was easy to eat on the fly. Pun intended. And it reminded Douxie a little of the dried winter foods he used to eat back in the day. A good meal indeed.

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The sun had set hours ago. Douxie was keen on spending another night flying until morning but Y/n and Nari looked like wilted flowers. Nari a little more literally. They were slumped over on each other, barely keeping their eyes open. Y/n’s eyelids fluttered. He supposed they could spend yet another night actually getting a decent amount of sleep, in a comfortable bed, and not the deck of a magic flying boat or whatever. They were still in Wayne National Forest but he could see lights up ahead. Not many, but enough that it was probably another tiny town.

Douxie steered the boat to the outskirts of the town. Not much going on, but they were in the middle of nowhere yet again after all. He called over to Y/n, who gave a jolt at the sound of her name, waking her up enough to give him her attention. He watched as she looked around, gaining her bearings. The town itself was nothing they hadn’t come across dozens of times before. Despite the inky blackness from the thin moon, and the remoteness of location, the town had a homey vibe to it. A relief, after yesterday. This town had either already started decorating for Christmas despite it being September, or never took down their decorations from last year. The lights in the trees made up for the absence of the moon, glistening off the orange leaves. This town still had a drive-in movie theater, and it was showing Roman Holiday, for some reason. It looked like more than half the town’s population was parked in that drive-in. It was almost like this little place was stuck in time.

Y/n pointed over to a gingerbread house. The hanging sign swung in the wind, reading Avalon Bed and Breakfast, painted in fancy blue cursive letters. There was an illustration of a floating island under the script. Douxie wasn’t exactly feeling good about that name, they had had enough of spending the night in someone’s final resting place last night. Sure, it looked harmless enough, but most Venus wizardtraps did. There was a wrap-around porch, illuminated by the warm light spilling from the windows, and a woman sat in one of the rocking chairs, telling a story to a couple of children, sitting on the ground around her feet. Y/n’s pupils were really big, locked onto the scene. Avalon B ‘n B it is then. If all goes well, they leave this place in the morn with a magic buzz, not entombed. Or it could just be a regular inn with a sacred namesake. It was always hard to tell with these things.

Douxie hid the boat in the nearby forest and they set off for the B ‘n B on foot. There was a chill in the air. Y/n put her hood up to shield from the wind to their backs. She threaded the fingers of the hand not attached to Nari through his. Douxie’s hands were too sweaty for her to keep doing this to him. Hopefully she wouldn’t stop. Archie jumped up on his shoulders, ready to hide if need be by shape shifting into something much smaller and less noticeable than a cat. Y/n googled the inn as they walked. They were listed as pet friendly, however their website revealed that this policy only extended to cats. Luckily for them, Archie was cat-passing. No need to become a rat that stayed in Douxie’s cap.

As they stepped inside the large wooden door, they were bathed in an orange light. There was a deep scarlet rug under their feet. The atrium they stepped into had a bench with too many colorful cushions stacked on it, an antique mirror that was probably silver-backed behind that, and a counter blocking the way for you to step into the rest of the house, with a few keys hanging behind it. The old man behind the counter stood as they entered, grinning.

“Welcome to Avalon! Name’s Robert. Why, what a beautiful family you have here.” He leaned over the counter to speak to the veggie lady. “And what’s your name, Little Miss?”

“I am Nari of the Eternal Forest.”

Y/n laughed, in an effort to be convincing, “Oh, she’s going through a wee fairy phase, it’s our fault, we took her to a renn faire last month.”

“Oh, how adorable. Could I get a name for your reservation Ma’am?”

“Casperan.”

“Perfect. And we have both a room with a single queen, and a room with a queen and a twin. We also have a room with two twins available, but I’m sure that wouldn’t serve you folks well.”

“We’ll take the single, our little one still isn’t very brave when it comes to sleeping in new places.” It was cheaper.

“Alrighty, here you go. We ask you to pay the bill up front if that’s okay with ya’ll,” Douxie came forward to hand the man his card, which he promptly accepted with a flourish, “And don’t worry about your feline, he should be fine as long as he can get along with our resident kitty cat, Sammy.”

“No worries, it should all be fine, Archie here is very friendly,” Y/n gave Robert her biggest smile. She shot Archie a look when the man turned away. He better get along with Sammy if he knew what was good for him. Speak of the devil, a little gray cat one could only assume was Sammy came trotting over and sniffed the feet of these new people in his domain. Douxie put a none too happy Archie down to greet the new friend and told him to play nice. Sammy sniffed Archie, hesitated for a moment, but then rubbed his cheek on Arch’s shoulder. Douxie let out the breath he was holding. Archie kept his tail from flicking and chirruped to the gray cat.

After passing by an archway that led into the dining area, where several old ladies were playing bridge, Robert led them up the stairs and through an unevenly rugged hallway to their room, near the end. “Now take your time settling in, but do join us downstairs soon, you’ll miss all the fun.”

After promising to show back up in a jiffy, they took in the room after he left. There bed was covered in four different green quilts, or that were as many as were visible. The windows were covered in thick green drapes. They came in and laid down their packs. The wallpaper was covered in green vines. There was some fancy loveseat, also green. Nari loved the amount of green. There was an oil painted portrait of a cat on the wall, and below it, a large vintage radio that looked like it might as well had been new. Y/n turned it on. ‘Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered’ was playing. Ooh, she loved this song.

She grabbed Douxie’s hands and pulled him to the center of the room. “C’mon, dance with me Dewdrop.” With a hand extended for him to take, her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. Well, there was no way Douxie was saying no to that face. Y/n pulled him into her embrace the second he tentatively put his hand in hers. It was a sweet, slow love song, so they began to dance sweet, slow, and loving. Nari had made herself comfortable on the loveseat with Archie, who was pretending to be busy cleaning himself to give them one less pair of eyes watching them. Nari grabbed a book off the doily covered coffee table titled ‘Poisonous Herbs and How To Use Them’ that had caught her eye.

As they swayed, Douxie leant down to Y/n’s ear, “Why are we sharing a bed once again, Love?”

“You saw those people downstairs, if they knew we weren’t married they wouldn’t have given us accommodation, you want to go look for a new inn at ten o’ clock?” Douxie nodded, “and I figured we shared a bed last night and that was fine so why not tonight too? Oh stars, did I make you uncomfortable last night?” Douxie could hear the panic surging in her voice.

“No, no not at all, Love. Well, a perhaps wee bit,” Y/n pulled slightly away from him, which he quickly countered, “But in a good way. I- liked it.”

Y/n eyes got big as she scanned his nervous face. A weak smile spread across her flushed face. “I liked it too- oh,” Doux spun her around to the music. She giggled, but soon locked onto his eyes. There were so many things in them that she couldn’t name. Despite the chaos behind them, looking into them made her feel safe, his hazel eyes always did. A brilliant hazel, a little brown, a little gold, haloed in green. Warm colors, the palette of her fondest dreams. Ella Fitzgerald’s sweet voice still sung, Y/n couldn’t tell if the melody was lasting forever or if time had just slowed in each other’s embraces. His gentle touch on the small of her back, the warmth beneath his palm, was going to linger long after they parted.

She leaned closer, resting her head on his shoulder. Y/n could smell a mixture of cheap soap from the motel, the sweat of his skin, and the pine needles from their hike. His hair tickled her face. She could hear him take every breath. It was enamoring. Bewitched indeed, Ella. Y/n was so lost swaying in Douxie’s embrace that she almost didn’t catch what was being sung.

Y/n lifted her head back up. “Wow, I don’t remember the lyrics to this song being so dirty.”

Douxie laughed. “That’s because most versions are not. They cut it off before it gets too far, but this is the full version.”

“And people were listening to this in the fifties?” Y/n asked incredulously.

“Oh, Love, you’d be surprised.”

It took some convincing to get Nari to put down the book so they could go downstairs. She was engrossed in a page about bloodroot, and wasn’t happy about having to stop. Douxie wasn’t sure about how he felt about Nari getting into said literature, and was annoyed that Y/n was slightly encouraging it. Y/n knew all about this kind of stuff, sure, but he trusted Y/n not to suddenly turn on him when the whim found her. Bleeding balroths. Before now, Douxie hadn’t realized that he didn’t quite trust Nari. That was probably bad. Sure, Merlin trusted her, and that should be enough for his apprentice Hisirdoux. But Doux had trusted a lot of people over the years, even some endorsed by Merlin, before his slumber. It was a dangerous game, that trust. The scar on his hand served a permanent reminder, the thread tied onto his pinky, a promise to never forget.

Douxie felt bold, and laced his fingers through Y/n’s this time as they headed down the stairs. Archie took his perch on Douxie’s shoulders, it would give him an excuse not to have to interact with the inn cat. They were met cordially at the bottom of the stairs by the innkeeper’s wife, Sherry. She had been on her way from the kitchen to the dining with a platter of cookies. She beckoned the group to follow her, she’d lead them to where the action was at. Said action was laughing people sitting at the dining room table playing cards, with drinks ranging from a posh teacup to an Oktoberfest beer mug littering the table, children stealing sweets from the platters on the buffet cabinet in the midst of their game of hide and seek, and a new mother rocking her infant by the fire, a quilt draped over her lap.

“Hey folks, the Casperans have joined us finally.” They received a cheery greeting by all in the room.

Y/n didn’t like the idea of Nari joining the children in their hiding game, since Nari was not someone who should be left out of sight, so she suggested the veggie lady go ask the woman in the corner of the table who was knitting if she’d show Nari how. That kept the forest child busy all night. Easily explained to the adults by her being a strange little one, a shy child. Besides Robert there was only one other man in the gathering, so they seemed pleased by Douxie’s arrival. They tried to get him out of his shell and bond over beer, fishing stories, and how much they loved their wives. Douxie was trying his best to fit in with the merry men. As Y/n sat, the blue haired lady next to her offered her hand to shake and asked her name. “Y/n Casperan, pleased to meet you too, Ma’am.” Douxie bit the inside of his cheek, it was all he could do to keep his soul from leaving his body. Archie teased Doux with his eyebrows, which made it worse.

Much to Archie’s dismay, Doux got his revenge by putting him down on the ground and telling him to go play nice. Besides, it would be weird if Doux just left him there on his shoulder all night. Disgruntled, Archie took a perch up on the back of one of the old plush couches nearby. He kept an eye on Nari, since Douxie and Y/n were distracted. He had hoped he could stay anti-social from up there, but no, Sammy saw him from wherever the old cat was in the house and joined him. The gray cat snuggled next to Archie, loafing. It’s not that Arch didn’t like cuddles, he just didn’t want them from this random Russian blue from Ohio. Sammy began to purr; Archie could feel it against his own chest. Sighing, he accepted his fate, but didn’t hold back from flicking his tail in contempt.

The gathering dealt Douxie and Y/n in for the next round. Apparently, Y/n was a card shark, not something Doux was expecting. Y/n’s secret is that she’d oftentimes sneak off from her aunt’s fancy parties to go gamble with the snooty rich men who never thought a little girl in a poufy pink dress could clean ‘em out. They were often too embarrassed to tell the tale so she never got caught. He watched her lovingly as she bluffed and bantered with the other women. Y/n glanced over to him from across the table, catching his gaze. Her own gaze softened at the sight of his adoring expression towards her. She looked back down at her cards and promptly ended the hand. The dealer started passing around cards again, but Y/n refused hers.

“Oh, I sure would love to play another round, but I need to go have a conversation with my husband outside for a moment.” She shot a glance to Douxie and he understood. He stood up from the table and pulled her chair out for her as he did.

“Of course, Love.”

Douxie followed Y/n out to the porch. The soft orange light streaming from the window illuminated her back as she grabbed his hand to lead him towards a more private spot. Now no longer within the sight of the party, she leaned back against the porch rail, facing Doux. The expression he bore was a slightly questioning one, slightly eager. Y/n gulped, here goes nothing.

“So!”

Douxie cocked a brow, “So?”

“I know. And You know. And you didn’t know that I knew but I know, and I don’t know if you know but I’ve made it pretty clear so I’m hoping that you do know.”

Douxie’s eyes flittered back and forth as he tried to make sense of that babble. “Er- Love, could you say that in proper English for me? I think I know what you’re saying, but I- I need you to say it,” He looked away, pushing his hair back with his hands.

“I- Love You,” She lost her courage for a moment, taking a deep breath and not daring to look into his eyes, “This is so irresponsible, I know. But I, Y/n L/n, love you, Hisirdoux Casperan. And- and I have for quite some time now.” She waited a beat with no response. She still refused to look up from the floor as she asked, pleading, “Do you, return my feelings, or- or-“

“Yes.” He cut her off. She hadn’t noticed him getting so close to her. “I, Hisirdoux Casperan, love you, Y/n L/n.” Her heart skipped a beat as he chuckled, “I have for quite some time now.”

Y/n let out the breath she was holding in a dreamy sigh, “Okay.”

“Okay.” Doux brought his hand up to move a stray strand of hair away from her face, and he let it linger against her skin. Y/n placed her hand over his, and drew him closer. Her eyelids slowly closed as she reached her hands up to his hair, pulling him in for a sweet kiss. Douxie couldn’t believe this was finally happening. His eyelids snapped shut and he deepened it with fervor in an effort to show her just how much he wanted this, in case she had any hesitation left. He surely was going to wake up any moment now, alone on the smelly old couch of the bookstore with his songbook on his face. She pulled away from him way sooner than he was happy about. With their foreheads still together, he took in her flushed face. Looking up into his eyes, her voice rasped, “I- I’d- I’d like to apologize.” Douxie’s brows furrowed. His head was a little fuzzy, but he’d not know where she was going with this even if he hadn’t just kissed the love of his life. “I- I’ve been so weary, and for nothing. And-and I’ve probably wasted all this time we could have been happy an-”

He cut her off with another kiss. This time he’d make sure it lasted a good, long time. Although a bit sloppy at first, they eventually found their rhythm together. Their lips slid across each other in sync. Y/n tightened her arms around his neck as she pulled him even closer, clinging for dear life. As they eventually surfaced for breath, the hot ragged breathing visibly mingled in the chilly autumn air. He pressed his forehead back into hers, nuzzling, “I believe it was worth the wait, Darling.”

They could have spent all the time in the world in that moment, if not for the sudden crash coming from the dining area. “Oh fuzzbuckets, Nari.” Doux mumbled under his breath as he grabbed Y/n’s hand to go check out the startling noise. Once back in view of the window, they could see it was a false alarm, as Sherry had dropped a metal platter and was cleaning it up. Nari was still attentively watching the knitting woman, and Archie seemed to be getting cozy with the inn cat. Ooh Archie, you Casanova. Douxie breathed a sigh of relief. Y/n tugged at his hand,

“C’mon Dewdrop, let’s rejoin the merry making.” Douxie obliged.

And the merry making lasted until just before midnight. Surprising, considering the company they were in. They didn’t even stay until the others retired for the night, Douxie wanted to get an early start on the day and also really didn’t want to have to hear another one of Bill’s fishing stories and act like he knew anything about fishing. He complained as soon as the door closed behind them. Archie argued that he had had it worse, which Doux scoffed at. They bickered back and forth, making Y/n smile. She never knew family arguments could actually make her heart fonder. Strange. So this is what genuine love brings.

After brushing their teeth, such a mundane thing that Douxie loved doing with Y/n, they settled in to bed for the night. The autumn chill might have come, but it still way too warm for the fifteen blankets the bed had been covered in. They removed the extra and set them neatly on a pile in the loveseat. Or Y/n at least made sure the extra quilts were neatly folded, Douxie had just thrown them off and let them bunch up. Nari got under the covers, like she’d seen humans often do before, but decided it was not a sensation for her. It felt strangling, to have something weighing down at her. She joined Archie where he lay at the foot of the bed and curled up. Archie was not in the mood for more cuddles, and Nari appeared to sense that, and stayed a little ways from the dragon-cat while still trying her best to be close to him.

Y/n nestled in, with the blanket pulled up on her ear, looking cozy as ever. Douxie’s heart skipped a beat. This was still so surreal. This entire day had been surreal. There was no way this wasn’t all one big dream. Maybe he did get eaten at the Missouri motel. Perhaps something was draining his life force but giving him a pleasant dream to pacify his dwindling mind. Y/n noticed him, still standing there at the side of the bed in a trance, and reached for his hand to drag him in. He fell flush against the mattress, and as he picked himself back up, she could see his cheeks were flushed as well. Y/n giggled at the sight of him.

“Get in, just mind Arch and Nari.”

Douxie carefully got under the covers without disturbing the two at the foot of the bed, laying on his side to face Y/n. For a beat they stilled, looking into each other’s eyes and watching each other breathe, miles apart despite being so close, until Y/n stretched an arm out to place it on his shoulder, an invitation. Doux got the memo and closed the gap of sheets between them, and Y/n snuggled into his chest. He tentatively wrapped his arms around her. This was sleep time and he was supposed to be settling down and relaxing but now his heart was beating fast as if he were running. Surely Y/n could feel it, hear it even, with her ears against his heart itself. He hair smelled lovely, like dirt but right as it first starts raining. Gently smiling to himself, he tightened their embrace.

“You know, I wanted to do this last night too. So, so badly.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Bold words of someone who literally just apologized for wasting our time with her weariness.”

y/n pretended to scoff, but failed to contain her snickers, “Oh, sod off. I am asleep now, and I cannot hear you.”

Douxie woke up to a face full of dark fur. Not an unusual thing for him to wake up to, just not what he was expecting for this particular morning. At some point in the night Archie had climbed up and nestled into the space between his face and Y/n’s. Impertinent, but endearing. Douxie supposed he’d be waking up like this for many mornings to come. This magic moment would become normal, a fact of his life that he got to enjoy. Just him, Arch, and Y/n. His tiny little family. What a lovely thought. What a lovely future.

Breakfast was at seven. That was the best part of staying in a bed and breakfast, Douxie reckoned. The fragrance of the goetta frying was heavenly after not having eaten anything but beef jerky and nuts since yesterday afternoon. The innkeeper’s wife had also made biscuits that she was serving with apple butter and her signature chocolate gravy, which neither Douxie nor Y/n were brave enough to try. The apple butter was just fine, after all. Nari didn’t care for the goetta, or many meats at all, Douxie was starting to realize, instead opting to glop way too much apple butter on a biscuit that she made into a sandwich. The fruit sauce dripped out when she bit into it, which only made the other guests dote on her, telling her how she was just so cute.

Y/n was wearing that new outfit, that Ash Dispersal Pattern shirt. It looked good on her. He hoped he wasn’t being possessive here, but it really made him feel good to see her in it. They would wash their other clothes in New Jersey. Hopefully they’d make it to the garden state and the troll settlement by nightfall, but by the way things were going, Douxie could only do that, hope. They’d make their way through Pennsylvania and maybe tuck through Maryland and Delaware to avoid Philly. The new Trollmarket was under a bridge of a small town in the thick of New Jersey. They’d make it there, that was the plan.

They bid their goodbyes to the people at the bed and breakfast, and headed off to Cleveland around eight. It was an uneventful trip, unremarkable and not even worthy of being described. Although one aspect of it that Douxie enjoyed was that Y/n stayed away from the edge, choosing to hang on his arm instead of the railing. A win-win if he had ever known one. Archie made some sarcastic gagging noises at their pda, but Doux ignored him. He had been waiting way too damn long for this to not embrace his beloved on his own fucking flying ship. Arch could tease him all he wanted. This casual affection he was now allowed to show somehow was worth it. The fact that he could now just touch Y/n? And she would not only not flinch from his touch, but would even touch back? It was priceless to his heart, marrow to his old bones, chicken soup for his soul.

As they drew nearer, Douxie found out that the reason Y/n had directed them to the metropolitan area around Cleveland, pretty high up into Ohio, was that she had wanted to make a visit to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Douxie knew he shouldn’t have expected anything less. He sure knew how to pick ‘em. He could get on board with this, a little trip down memory lane might be nice. There was a reason he’d never been. A lot of his old friends who’ve earned their places in this building had passed on. Yet, it might be nice to see their faces once again.

They once again hid the boat in a wooded area and took a bus into town. It wasn’t a problem finding a close stop, since their destination was a popular tourist destination. They wandered the halls, Douxie told Y/n and Nari about some of the people from bands that he had known. Y/n listened intently. Nari really liked all the pictures and memorabilia. She understood that this was some sort of memorial, and she was making sure that she was being respectful as Hisirdoux told her about it all. She didn’t quite understand why there were tributes to some still living humans, but did not question the humans’ rituals. Perhaps they were going to die soon. All mortals will.

There was a little station with a sundry of instruments, there for people to try out. Everything was most likely out of tune, being floor instruments touched by thousands of hands. That didn’t stop Y/n from grabbing an acoustic guitar to show Nari, plucking at it’s strings effortlessly. It was a silly little ditty, meant to entertain the veggie lady, but still impressive. Wait.

“Since when have you been able to play?”

“Ah, I dunno, Dewdrop. High school, I guess? I can’t really remember when, but my friend Roxy showed me a few chords and then I was obsessed for months.”

“What, I- I gave you lessons just last month. You were terrible.”

“Hisirdoux Casperan we both know that was just an excuse for you to hold me and touch my hands as you positioned my fingers.”

Douxie’s face was red. She was right, of course, but he hadn’t thought he had been so obvious about it. He watched her fingers drift across the neck as she started playing a softer tune. It was a song he recognized. Y/n seemed to get lost in what she was doing, mumbling the words here and there. At one point she started actually singing. Softly, under her breath, but it was audible nonetheless. Either she had forgotten he was there or she was finally getting comfortable enough around him to let him hear the beautiful voice. He hoped it was the latter. Nevertheless, whichever it was, it was like a siren song to Douxie’s ears.

“Why don’t you ever sing?”

Y/n stopped suddenly. She looked up from the stings, her eyes wide. “What?”

“You’re always humming as you do things, but you only ever actually sing when you think no one’s around. Why’s that, Love?”

While he wouldn’t recommend she try out for a singing competition reality show any time soon, her voice was hypnotic to him. Soothed his soul. Not that silky as was traditionally praised, but somehow felt like home, like a less smooth polished fabric, like a well-loved linen. The cadence of her voice was the best sound he had ever heard even. He had only been lucky enough to hear her fully sing a few blessed times, yet he knew that he could listen to her sing forever. Addicting.

“I – well it’s quite embarrassing isn’t it? To sing in front of people. I’m no starlet.”

Okay, now Douxie was ready to punch the lights out of anyone who made her think she should hide the angel voice of hers. Embarrassing. Who the fuck had the nerve. “Hmm. I think that’s bullshit, Love.” Y/n looked taken aback, and morphed into an expression of confusion. Douxie decided this wasn’t a time to be subtle. He cupped her face in his hand, drawing her in to make eye contact. “Let me make this clear, My Darling. Everything I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth has been nothing but angelic. I would never want you to feel shame about expressing yourself, even if I didn’t think your voice was my favourite sound on the planet.”

Tears welled in Y/n’s eyes. She hadn’t expected him to say anything like that. She was so cautious to keep him from hearing her before, but he liked her singing? It was hard for her to fathom. The first time he had caught her crooning to herself while unboxing a new shipment of bestsellers in the bookstore had been mortifying. She had never wanted to relive that, but maybe she wouldn’t have to. She loved singing. Her father had liked to call her his little songbird. She had hidden away that part of herself like a chest of out of fashion clothes in a dusty attic. If someone like Douxie, her beloved, thought so kindly of her though, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to open up the chest and try on a few dresses.

“I- You’re serious? You really think that?”

Douxie held her gaze. “Absolutely.” He tipped her face up towards his to punctuate his point with a kiss.

They continued to wander through the rooms and exhibits of the museum. Douxie stopped to look at a portrait of someone he particularly missed, an old friend he had many good times with. He’d miss the geezer. He really was a great musician. He had taught Douxie a lot of tricks, and Doux wouldn’t be able to play the electric guitar half as well without his friend. He had a different kind of magic.

He was caught in his reverie when Y/n popped in from another room, urging him to come see something. Her excitement was something Doux would never stop enjoying, so he let her grab his hand so he would follow her. Douxie didn’t know what he was expecting her to show him, definitely not this. He was staring face to face with his own poster, circa 1960. They were experimenting with a new style, the rock of the day that was becoming increasingly popular. He remembered it fondly. It was a new age. The drummer in the photo, he was mortal, and while he could have been alive today, sadly he was taken, just ten years after joining the band. Seeing his smiling face filled Doux with peace. So many memories, he was glad he got to make them. And there would be more memories to come, he’d make sure of it. No order of ancient terrors breathing down his neck was gonna stop him from doing what he loved.

He was so lost in thought they he almost missed what this meant. He was in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. How did he not know he was in the fucking hall of fame. They didn’t even tell him. Well, he supposed this version of him no longer legally existed, so that made sense. Still. It was fantastic news. He was pretty proud. Some sweet validation that he always craved. Y/n had brought him here, she’d been here before, she knew. She was showing him off, to no one in particular, but the thought made him grin. Ash Dispersal Pattern in the hall of fame. Heh. He’d have to tell the others; in fact he would announce this to the group chat as soon as he had some free time. Zoe would get a kick out of him not knowing. Y/n tugged on his arm.

“Aren’t you cool, Mr. Rockstar.”

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letshaikyuu · 4 years ago

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Who in HQ would blush the most when caught under the mistletoe with their crush? And who would not even hesitate? 🎄

who in hq | holidays edition 🎄

a/n: not me actually writing and updating, I’m emotional, and thank you for bringing the holiday spirit into this blog! I wish you the best for the holidays <3

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🎄 Asahi Azumane

I can see him as such a flustered mess if this were to happen, and I can bet on my life that his friends would set this up on purpose because, knowing Asahi, if his crush and he were at the same party, he’d stray far away from any mistletoe, so you are forced to intervene. Ok, but him being in a really tacky Christmas sweater and being even more embarrassed while you’re standing together under the mistletoe.

Now, if you are flustered as well, Asahi will try to get out of this situation and not force you into anything. But, on the other hand, if you’re more confident and start teasing him about how his blushing face is rivaling his sweater, and initiate the kiss, Asahi is floored. He is leaving that party a happy man and won’t stop daydreaming for a few days, definitely.

🎄 Alisa Haiba

I had to add her as someone who would not hesitate at all because this girl would be planning this herself, no questions needed. She thinks of this as the perfect opportunity to make her move on her crush, especially if you’re more of a shy type - what better way than to lead you under the mistletoe? She’d have a special mistletoe placed somewhere more secluded, so you don’t feel uncomfortable cause she’s caring <3

There are literal stars in her eyes when she, “oh-so-shocked”, notices the mistletoe hanging above the two of you and you can tell how much she wants this to go well and happen. You two end up kissing? Alisa is pooping rainbows and getting wasted the rest of the party, no cap. Of course, with you close to her because you just made the girl’s whole year

🎄 Iwaizumi Hajime

Another flustered mess in sight. I don’t think he’s such a “holiday person”, to begin with, and he definitely has some traditions he doesn’t particularly like - one of them is kissing under the mistletoe because I mean, look at him, he probably had people try and make a move on him with this little trick, but he’s shocked that at himself when he realizes that that’s what he wants to happen at the party with his crush

Blushing Hajime is a Hajime who can bless me and all of my crops for the rest of my life. Flustered Hajime becoming even more flustered if you tease him about being under the mistletoe together. Please initiate the kiss because Hajime is, basically, malfunctioning - in a good way though because my boy actually wanted this to happen ;3

🎄 Akaashi Keiji

He gives me such ✨do you think that I think that this wasn’t planned✨ vibes and I’m screaming. I can see Akaashi having a straight face when he notices where he’s at with his crush, but, at the same time, having such an amused look in his eyes with the corner of his mouth tilting up just slightly because you’re either so flustered and he finds it adorable or you’re being all confident and he wants to see where this is headed

In general, you won’t get much of a reaction out of him because Akaashi, like Iwaizumi, is one of those people who I think would prefer some traditions over others, kissing under the mistletoe not being something he really prefers. But, who’s he to complain when his crush is literally in front of him and “forced” to kiss? Akaashi will forever be thankful for that thing

🎄 Sugawara Koushi

This is prone to change because I, personally, think that Sugawara would be such a flustered baby the first few seconds he stumbles into you under the mistletoe while being the cockiest son of a gun the other; so, like I said, he’s ✨prone to change✨, but I’ll just place him in the “flustered mess” category this time around. Tune in next year to see an update ;3

But, honestly, Sugawara loves everything about the holidays, from all the events to all the corny things that happen, and he loves that damn mistletoe, he can’t lie to himself. His friends know that and use that to their advantage (because they can lol) and he’s so happy their plan actually worked out, but that doesn’t stop the raging blush on his cheeks while he’s leaning in to give you a quick peck on the lips TT

🎄 Ushijima Wakatoshi

I don’t think he’s been that interested in the topic of “mistletoes” to fully understand them, so his confidence would probably be mixed with confusion because he a) doesn’t know why his crush is so flustered and b) why are his friends cheering them on? Someone would probably make a kissing motion and he’s a smart boy, so he gets it, but oh boy, he doesn’t understand the point of mistletoe at all

He’d be so lost that you can just hope you’re confident enough to initiate the kiss. Don’t worry, I feel like Ushijima would not miss this opportunity to get closer to his crush either, but just give the guy some time to actually realize that mistletoes are not supposed to have ant deeper meaning and that it’s just a cute tradition. Ushijima is still confused lol

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on-maars · 3 years ago

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What are your top 10 9-1-1 episodes (in no particular order) and why?

I was tagged by @a-beautiful-struggle-of-life thank you 🥰 I’m not gonna lie though, I kinda hate you right now this is SO hard? It’s gonna take me ages to choose but I’m bored so let’s do this.

Of course, it’s in no particular order, let’s not make it harder than it already is

1. s1ep4 - Worst Day Ever: Bobby used to be my favorite character. I don’t really know why to be honest, maybe because I loved Peter Krause in Six Feet Under and seeing him play in 9-1-1 was such a cool and unexpected surprise. And I feel like it’s the first time we get to know him and his past a bit better and seeing him break down in his house like that, seeing him allowing himself to be comforted by Buck and Hen?? I just loved that moment.

2. s2ep1 - Under Pressure: 10/10. This episode was so chaotic but I just love it. I love the vibe, love the song, loved the new characters. I absolutely love Maddie and the relationship she has with Buck is so precious. Also, the way they introduced Eddie? I rolled my eyes so hard I think I saw my brain.

“So is your full name Eduardo?”

“No.”

“People ever call you Diaz?”

“Not if they want me to respond.”

I would put this episode in the top 10 just for these lines to be honest.

3. s2ep4 - Stuck: Diaz boys episode 🥰 🥰 🥰 I don’t know what else to say. Christopher is a national treasure and their relationship is so sweet. Also, I was scared Carla would be gone now that Abby was out of the picture so I was so glad to see they chose to bring her back.

4. s2ep18 - This Life We Choose: Buck literally owns my heart and they really need to stop hurting him like that or I’m gonna throw hands. I kinda loved the way everyone goes out of their way to help lift the firetruck to free him, this was a beautiful scene. Also, Chimney and Maddie finally get back together so 🥰

5. s3ep2/3 - Sink or Swim & The Searchers: Doing the same here friend, because as you said, it’s basically one giant episode. These episodes are so good and frankly, Buck and Chris relationship is so so sweet I love their interactions so much.

6. s3ep10 - Christmas Spirit: Once again, Buck goes out of his way to bring the people he loves together and make everyone happy and I’m so here for that. I just love him so much. Also Maddie leaving Doug behind, Michael opening up to Bobby (I love their friendship with my whole heart), And Buck and Bobby interaction??

“Bobby I know... I do dumb things sometimes and generally drive you crazy. You’re an important person in my life Bobby, one of the most important. I don’t know what I would do... If anything were to happen to you.” I died.

7. s3ep15 - Eddie Begins: What can I say? I love Eddie so much, and I know that so many people hate Shannon but I actually liked her a lot and I was kinda pissed to see the writers kill her off just for the sake of a man’s storyline. Anyway. It was good to see her again. And Eddie fighting to get back to his family? To get back to Chris? Buck losing it? This episode broke my heart.

8. s4ep5 - Buck Begins: Buck’s my favorite so it’s not a surprise. “Love me anyway” 🥺 seeing his past, his relationship with Maddie throughout the years, the 118 being there for him? Loved everything. Although I would say every ‘Begins’ episode has been amazing, I love the concept.

9. s4ep12 - Treasure Hunt: This episode is chaotic and hilarious.

Also, I was so, so happy to have the ‘reassurance’ that Taylor only viewed Buck as a friend cause even outside buddie, I kinda like Taylor and I LOVED their friendship so much and damn you writers yes it’s possible for a man and a woman to have a perfectly healthy friendship without needing more :)

Also: “We didn’t kill him.”

“We just wanted to.”

“Uh I barely know those people, so...”

Priceless.

10. s4ep14 - Survivors: Do I really need to explain why?

“Nobody’s gonna fight for my son as hard as you.”

“Because, Evan.”

“You act like you’re expendable... But you’re wrong.”

I don’t care if the writers choose to explore their relationship more, I’m convinced Eddie finally realized he was in love with Buck in this episode.

Oof, this was hard and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna regret not giving some episodes a place in this top 10 but that’s what I came up with right now. It took me one hour and a half @a-beautiful-struggle-of-life i blame you.

Tagging @cyllaeth @emeraldcas (when you’re done :)) @christopherismybuddie @bi-as-folks and anyone who wants to do it, I’d love to see what people fav episodes are 😊 (if you want me to tag you, go ahead and ask and I’ll add you :))

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shih-coulda-had-it · 4 years ago

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jettin’ around, the christmas tree

Notes: Crack treated seriously. If you squint and tilt your head sideways, you can see pre-Nanahiko vibes, but this is mostly about kid!Toshinori going crazy over Santa!Torino. Toshinori refers to Mrs. Claus as Santa-okusan, because I still struggle with honorifics, and Santa Claus is already acknowledged as Santa-san. Word count: 1,526

Sorahiko had messed up. Not only had he lost the damn sack of presents, but he’d been caught red-handed by a brat that didn’t even look old enough to attend primary school. The kid was still staring at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, awed into miraculous silence.

Without a doubt, Sorahiko knew he’d broken the sanctity of being a Pro-Hero Santa.

It wasn’t truly the brat’s fault that Sorahiko had lost the presents. Sorahiko should have been paying attention to the skies; from one suburban roof to the next, while he was shifting the bulky weight from shoulder to shoulder, Sorahiko had been ambushed by some shitty villain who didn’t understand that Christmas was strictly off-limits for misbehavior.

Someone slammed into him mid-air. They had made off with the toy sack while Sorahiko, thrown off-balance, crashed against a roof and tumbled to the snow-covered ground. To add insult to injury, his collision had caused a small avalanche of snow to crumble straight into his face, cold crystal dust filtering into his collar.

And of course, the kid in residence couldn’t just sleep through the noise. Of course someone would be drawn to investigate.

Sorahiko had been cursing quietly to himself, struggling to his feet and shaking off snow, when the front door creaked open to reveal the kid.

The kid was, as aforementioned, tiny enough that Sorahiko couldn’t see him attending primary school yet. He had fluffy pale hair, with two long bangs in the front, and he was awfully fragile-looking. Sorahiko wondered if he could get away without talking to said kid.

“Santa-san?” whispered the kid, finally breaking the tense silence.

This was the absolute last time Sorahiko would sign up for the Pro-Hero Santa program. No monetary compensation was worth this.

“You’ve got me,” said Sorahiko dully. He took off that stupid red triangle hat and brushed off the lining of faux white fur. His face didn’t need any assistance being warmed up; he could feel his ears burning. Embarrassment might have overtaken him, if Sorahiko’s pro-hero senses didn’t twig onto something weird. He looked critically at the darkened household; the lack of yellow lamplight signifying a parent waking, searching for their waylaid child.

“Santa-san!” the kid repeated. With quick, darting footsteps, he slipped out from the house and went to hug Sorahiko, jumping a little to latch his twiggy arms over Sorahiko’s belt. “They said you weren’t real! They said you wouldn’t give presents to,” he faltered, then redoubled his quiet enthusiasm, “to kids on the naughty list!”

“You’re not on the naughty list,” Sorahiko said, absentminded. He was reviewing his list of addresses. The Pro-Hero Santa program had many, many letters sent in from children all around the country, and consequently, many, many pro-heroes were enlisted to help deliver presents.

Sorahiko checked the address; it didn’t look familiar. In fact, this was probably one of the few households in the neighborhood that hadn’t sent in a letter. He had chalked it up to residents too old to be eligible for the program.

“I’m not?” the kid gasped.

“Have you done something naughty?”

“No!” he said, almost desperate in his protesting. “No, I swear, I’ve been really, really good.”

“Where’s your parents?” Sorahiko tried to cut off any possibility of crying. He was not emotionally prepared to deal with a crying child. Speaking of, he needed to track down the villain who had stolen the presents—or else there would be so many more crying children by the morning.

“Not here,” said the kid, and Sorahiko swore the moonlight was somehow angled just right to reflect the building tears. “Isshin-san said I wasn’t allowed to go to the party.”

“’Party,’” echoed Sorahiko. “I—are you alone? They left you alone in the house?” No. Bigger problems, Torino, focus up. He stared at the kid, and the kid stared back, childlike trust in his open expression. “You can’t just open the door like that, kid, that’s inviting danger.”

“But you’re Santa-san,” he argued.

No, I’m not! Inner-Sorahiko howled. Outwardly, Sorahiko schooled his face and pried the kid off him. And then, not because the kid was visibly shivering (thin clothes, barefoot, light as a feather), Sorahiko picked him up and tugged his cape around the trembling body. Those twiggy arms crept under the wide, layered collar, seeking warmth.

“Santa is not a good excuse,” he said. “What’s your name?”

“Yagi Toshinori.”

“Right. When are your guardians coming home?” Not parents, if Yagi is referring to them by their given name and using that honorific.

“Dunno,” the boy quietly answered, and he burrowed against Sorahiko, hugging him and hugging him, and Sorahiko should not be thinking about bopping a few civilians’ heads. He also should not be thinking about taking Yagi with him on the way to retrieve the presents.

“Will they be back by morning?”

“Dunno.”

Sorahiko felt a migraine coming on. The rules were adamant about getting presents delivered, come hell or high water, but they didn’t account for the unique moral test of leaving a child to fend for himself, or committing a minor kidnapping in the name of safety.

Also, Sorahiko didn’t want to see Yagi’s face crumble as he inevitably did not receive any presents from the Pro-Hero Santa program. Even Sorahiko could recognize when the asshole routine went from tolerable to unforgivable.

Ah, right, there was that option. Sorahiko dug out his phone from where it was strapped to his belt, and clumsily hit the speed-dial for Nana’s cell. It didn’t ring for more than two seconds before she picked up with a yawning, “Hello, hello?”

“Nana, it’s—” Sorahiko grimaced. His impulse to have Nana save the day had forgotten to take into account that Nana would milk this joke for the rest of Sorahiko’s career. Not to mention, he could see Yagi’s head rearing back. The kid looked at Sorahiko’s phone with interest. “Are you busy?”

“Santa-okusan?” Yagi inquired, excited yet again.

“Yagi, quiet.”

He hadn’t meant to snap the command, yet he had, and now Sorahiko had to suffer the sight of Yagi recoiling at the sharp words and hunching into himself. There was a beat of silence wherein Sorahiko wanted to lay down and die, except Nana’s spirit had never met a gauntlet it would back away from, so as usual, she put him back on his feet again.

“Put me on speaker,” she said, and Sorahiko complied.

“You’re on.”

Nana cleared her throat. Kindly, gently, she said, “Hello, Yagi-shonen! Santa-san’s pretty bad at talking. He’s usually so busy taking care of delivering presents, he never gets the chance to talk! Are you having a good Christmas Eve?”

Yagi perked up at the soothing voice. Something in Sorahiko settled too, in spite of the playful joke Nana had said at his expense.

“The best, Santa-okusan! Santa-san is good at talking,” the kid said loyally.

“That’s great!”

“Okay,” Sorahiko interrupted, before anymore exclamation points could be exchanged. He gave Nana the run-down. “I lost my, uh, presents to… a Grinch. Can you come over here and secure Yagi for the night? His guardians are out.”

“I’m suiting up,” said Nana, brisk and business-like. The playfulness slipped back into her voice, even as interference from the rush of air crackled over the phone: “Where you at, partner?”

He rattled off the address and curtly hung up on her. She would be here in less than a minute; the neighborhood wasn’t far from Nana’s place, and Nana could be wickedly quick when pressed.

“Santa-san,” warbled Yagi, “are you leaving?”

“I gotta get the presents back,” Sorahiko said, and did a double-take at the return of the tears. “What are you crying for? Are you too cold? Geez, why didn’t you get a bathrobe or something before coming outside?” He bounced Yagi up and down.

“I’m sorry,” the kid sniffled, hiccupping with every jolt.

“Sorry? What for?”

“The presents! I came out here and distracted you and maybe the G-Grinch,” he stuttered over the unfamiliar English, “will have gotten away with the presents! I ruined Christmas!”

“You haven’t ruined Christmas.”

“B-but—”

“Hey, Yagi, you wanna see how Santa-san gets around from roof to roof?” Sorahiko asked, hoping a distraction would help. At the tearful nod, Sorahiko readied himself for an easy, controlled Jet. He held Yagi close, breathed in the sharp, clean cold air, and Jetted.

Yagi was promptly impressed. “Wow!” he shrieked, little fingers digging into Sorahiko’s insulated jumpsuit as they rose above the household below. “Wow, Santa-san! You fly like this?!”

Before Sorahiko could lower themselves back to solid ground, he spotted a white comet streaking towards them. Frantically, he did a cursory look around the neighborhood—lo and behold, there was an incongruous van peeling away in a direction into Tokyo-proper.

They landed. Yagi babbled about how cool Sorahiko was; Sorahiko calculated how fast Nana’s outrage would propel her, and readied himself.

“Yagi,” he said, “trust me.”

“Okay, Santa-san—EEP!”

It was not very Santa-like behavior, but Sorahiko tossed Yagi at Nana (who could always be counted to catch a civilian Gran Torino passed onto her), shouted, “Merry Christmas!”, and bolted for the gang of villains.

#bnha #torino sorahiko #gran torino #yagi toshinori #all might #shimura nana #shih.txt #d-december #anon who asked for the xmaseve thing... the thoughts are percolating

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hermionegranger56 · 4 years ago

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a v late recap of evermore

so i think Taylor Swift sensed that i was Going Through It and was like here you sad bitch, here’s another surprise album to help fix all that. cause good lord evermore is just what i (and i think we all) needed. i truly TRULY can’t believe we’re lucky enough to get a sister album to folklore, i love it so much. the first day it was out i drove myself 2 hours to the very end of the Cape and sat on an empty beach and cried to it and honestly??? magical. here are my thoughts on it that no one asked for:

first, as an overall here, this album complements folklore so well. it’s the spring to folklore’s autumn, it’s self-assured and warm and beautiful. each album shows off her lyrical genius so well and she only grows stronger here. when folklore came out, i was floored because the music was so different for her and so up my alley. each song’s production sucked me in and it was like she was confidently telling us “here is another genre i can work with” (masterfully at that). evermore feels different. it feels like Taylor is so comfortable in this creative space, she isn’t trying to fit into any new molds or expectations, she is just HERE, now, saying “this is who i am and this is my craft”. it’s really been a privilege to watch her grow as an artist. ok. here we go

willow:

god the video was so beautiful, a really good continuation of cardigan. the chorus is so so delicate and prettyyy, thats MY MAN ughhh its so good. it reminds me a lot of invisible string tbh, or if betty from cardigan grew up and found love. this is really one of my favorites, she starts so strong

fave lines: “the more that you say, the less i know/ wherever you stray I follow/ i’m begging for you to take my hand/ wreck my plans, that’s my man”; “life was a willow and it bent right to your wind”

champagne problems:

oh dear god, it’s if all too well and new years day had a baby and it is a MASTERPIECE. i can picture it all, college sweethearts, broken hearts, i feel like its new england at christmas, ivy league old money…its cinematic. and it gets at the feeling like you’ll never be good enough so you leave before that happens (basically before you get to the tolerate it stage??) and OOF. AND GODDAMN THE RANTING BRIDGE (illicit affairs came close on folklore but i think THIS might be the best bridge since All Too Well). I’ve screamed it a lot tbh

fave lines: BRIDGE BABYYYYYY EVERY SINGLE PERFECT WORD. WHAT A SHAME SHES FUCKED IN THE HEADDDD

gold rush:

this one is bright and lovely and catchy!! it reminds me a lot of mirrorball tbh, all like swirly and magical. i can’t even put it into words but i can see this one so clearly. its all rosy and golden

fave lines: “eyes like sinking ships on waters/ so inviting, i almost jump in”; “what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?/with your hair falling into place like dominoes/ I see me padding across your wooden floors/ with my Eagles t-shirt hanging from your door”; “the coastal town we wandered round/ had never seen a love as pure as it”; “my mind turns your life into folklore”

’tis the damn season:

UGH I FUCKING LOVE THIS ONE EVEN THOUGH IT MAKES ME WANNA TEXT MY EX. the melody is SOOOO satisfying, the progression to “write this down”, i’m obsessed. the idea of being home for the holidays and feeling a little lost and tired and nostalgic for what could have been is something superrrr relatable. this song reminds me of snowy drives around my hometown in the best/worst possible way hahah. one of my top 5 for sure.

fave lines: “we could call it even/ you could call me babe for the weekend/ tis the damn season, write this down/i’m staying at my parents house/ and the road not taken looks real good now”; “and wonder about the only soul/ who can tell which smiles i’m faking”

tolerate it:

oh honeyyyyy this track 5 packs a punch, i mean the lyrics are absolutely BRUTAL in the best way. it’s just so sad, and encompasses a lot of my own insecurity about always feeling like you’re more invested in a relationship and watching someone fall out of love or just stop caring. i LOVE the “my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it”, like bitch YES your love should be celebrated. also taylor sounds angelic on the “I” at the start of the chorus

fave lines: “i know my love should be celebrated/ but you tolerate it”; “i made you my temple, my mural, my sky/ now i’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life”; “what would you do if I/break free and leave us in ruins/ took this dagger in me and removed it”

no body, no crime:

YESSSSSSSSS I LOVE THE SUBGENRE OF COUNTRY ABOUT WOMEN KILLING SHITTY HUSBANDS AND THIS SONG IS SO FUCKING GOOD AHHHHH!! I LOVE the beat, i love country taylor, i love the addition of HAIM. UGH ITS SO CATCHYYYY, like i’m obsessed with the slide from “i think he did it but i just. can’t. prove itttttt NOOO no body no crime” UGHHH this is without a doubt in my top five

fave lines: “she thinks i did it but she just can’t prove it”

happiness:

I heard this one described as an emotional marathon and holy shit it is, each line is a sucker punch. i really like how it feels like a conversation and looks at the acceptance and pain that mingle together when a relationship just…ends. her lyrics are unmatched on this album but this is a particularly strong track

fave lines: “i haven’t met the new me yet”; “when did all our lessons start to look like weapons/ pointed at my deepest hurt”; “there is a glorious sunrise/ dappled with the flickers of light/ from the dress i wore at midnight”

dorothea:

this one feels like Betty 2.0 and its so sweet and bright and also kinda sad. it’s wistful!! that’s the word i want, wistful! the vibe is gives off reminds me of Red, like musically. it’s home-y. idk if that makes sense but i like it a lot

fave lines: and if you’re ever tired of being known for who you know/ you know, you’ll always know me”

coney island:

ugh this one is magical, i honestly really love the instrumental to this one, it’s so soothing. the lyrics to me feel like you’re in some dream state, going through every heartbreak you’ve ever been through. I love the addition of The National, the vocals fit together so well (and I like it better than both Bon Iver features i think??)

fave lines: do you miss the rogue/ who coaxed you into paradise and left you there/ will you forgive my soul/ who you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care?”

ivy:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (that’s how i feel about this absolute masterpiece oh my GOD) it makes me so incandescently happy, the folk feel, the lyrics that are so cinematic and poetic and paint such a clear picture (to me) of two Victorian lovers who are in unhappy marriages but don’t let that stop their love. the chorus just like….fills my whole chest, the OH GODDAMN hits so different. and i want “my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand” tattooed on me, that is one of her BEST lines and i will die on that hill. its all so pretty, i can’t deal. the vibe also strongly reminds me of a) invisible string and b) Little Women (2019). i think taylor should do folk and uhhhh only folk please

fave lines: EVERY WORD BUT ESPECIALLY: “i’d meet you where the spirit meets the bone/ in a faith forgotten land”; “oh goddamn/ my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand/ taking mine, but its been promised to another/ oh, i can’t/ stop you putting roots in my dreamland/ my house of stone, your ivy grows/ and now I’m covered in you”; “he wants what’s only yours”; “clover blooms in the field/ springs breaks loose, time is near“; ”so yeah, it’s a fire/ its a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it”

cowboy like me:

ALL RIGHT everyone sleeps on this song but oh my GOD its so good!! it’s smooth and dreamy and gives me that old fashioned, bonnie and clyde type love story and some of the lyrics are so poetic. I really love the addition of the Tim McGraw chords too???? BUT DEAR GOD COULD WE HAVE GIVEN MARCUS MUMFORD MORE OF A ROLE HERE??!! HE SOUNDS WONDERFUL, GIVE HIM A FEATURE, GIVE HIM A WHOLE VERSE. THIS IS A FOLK ALBUM TAYLOR, USE FUCKING MUMFORD AHHHH (i fucking love him omg)

fave lines: “dancin’ is a dangerous game”; “you’re a bandit like me/ eyes full of stars”; “now you hang from my lips/ like the Gardens of Babylon/ with your boots beneath my bed/ forever is the sweetest con”

long story short:

A BOP!! GIVE ME SOME HAPPINESS TAYLOR WOO! I really love how catchy this one is. it feels like her introducing the craziness of her life to joe and being like look all of that was tough but here i am now and I couldn’t be happier. It’s refreshing, self-deprecating and endearing. I couldn’t love it more and it is ALWAYS stuck in my head!

fave lines: “and he’s passing by/ rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky”; “long story short I survived”

marjorie:

ha hahah hah ha this one ENDS me, like dear LORD i need to call my grandma immediately. it is so so GOOD and SAD, like the you don’t know how good something or someone is until they’re gone, but even then, they’re still there with you. I love the grandma wisdom of “never be so clever you forget to be kind” etc. and holy SHIT the addition of Taylor’s grandmother’s opera singing as background vocals is GENIUS AND DEVASTATING, god the part where she goes “i’d think you were singing with me now” and then Marjorie comes in is honestly one of the most beautiful musical moments i’ve heard in a hot minute and it breaks me every time. wow.

fave lines: “never be so polite/ you forget your power/ never wield such power/ you forget to be polite”; “the autumn chill that wakes me up/ you loved the amber sky so much”; “and if i didn’t know better/ i’d think you were singing to me now”

closure:

ok i’m sorry, this is my only skip here. I really do love the lyrics and the idea of, yeah no you don’t deserve closure from me. i just can’t get past the pots and pans beginning, its too chaotic. but i’m sure it’ll grow on me! it does feel like finally moving on and i do love that about it

fave lines: “don’t treat me like/ some situation that needs to be handled”; “i know i’m just a/ wrinkle in your new life/ staying friends would/ iron it out so nice”

evermore:

god her voice is SO soothing in this one, it’s literally hypnotic. the song itself feels wandering and dark at first, like you’re stuck in this depression, and then bon iver comes in and it picks up and it feels like coming out of the trees, into the sunlight and finding your way again. finding that the pain WOULDNT be for evermore like she says. it feels like an ending and a beginning. beautiful

fave lines: “writing letters/ addressed to the fire”; “and when i was shipwrecked/ i thought of you/ in the cracks of light/ i dreamed of you”; “and i was catching my breath/ floors of the cabin creaking under my step/ and i couldn’t be sure/ i had a feeling so peculiar/ this pain wouldn’t be for evermore”

#taylor swift #evermore #tswift #evermore album #willow #champagne problems

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returnn-of-the-mac · 5 years ago

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Thanks for the requests @furry-trash-69. These both had some major Good Omens vibes, so I decided to put them together. Please enjoy!😊

FO4 Companions (+Others) React: Sole Being an Angel on Earth/A Demon Banished From Hell

Cait: Bullshite! Quit yankin me chain! [Sole lights up and Cait’s eyes double in size] Yer been serious then? Damn.

Curie: [holding head in hands] But according to zience...zere ees no ‘eaven. Are...are you telling me zenturies of rezearch ‘as been disproven?

Hancock: [skeptical] An angel, huh? Prove it. [Sole lights up like a Christmas tree and Hancock lets out a chuckle] Heh....shiiiiiit.

Piper: [tearing up] It’s reassuring to know that there is a heaven.

Maccready: [rolls eyes] Yeah, and I’m Grognak [Sole starts glowing] S-stop that. [Sole shows stubby wings] Eww! Okay, okay. I’m sorry! Just put them away!

Codsworth: Oooh bother...and to think I had called a dermatologist behind your back about the little stubs...I thought they were cysts!

Ada: I must admit, [sir/ma’am], as a robot, I have no concept of the supernatural or divine.

Nick: The glow, the re-spawning, the miraculous healing...the stubby wings. It all makes sense. I feel like a fool for failing to put it all together...

Longfellow: So heaven’s just as disappointin as real life, huh? [sips alcohol] There at least spirits in heaven? [Sole shakes head and Longfellow slams his whiskey bottle] WHAT! There’s at least wine, then? Right? That Jesus blood? [Sole shakes head and Longfellow shrugs] Ah, who am I kiddin? I’ve gotta one-way ticket to hell anyway. Better company

Strong: Strong no believe human. [Sole starts glowing] Human funny. [Sole shows wings] Ha Ha. Funny stubs.

Preston: That explains why you’re so selfless, General. You were a literal ANGEL!

Sturges: [amused] Well I’ll be! Can’t quite say that surprises me, though!

Deacon: YOU MEAN THOSE LITTLE STUBBY KNOBS ARE WINGS?? [takes out little notepad][frantically scribbles out ‘surgically remove gross stubby back things from [name]’]

Desdemona: Yeah, I’m going to need evidence. I have a funny feeling Deacon put you up to this [Sole lights up] [Des looks at Tom] Are you in on this too, Tom?

Tom: [mesmerized] Nah...Really!? That’s whack!

Glory: Woah! Do you have wings? Can you fly? [Sole shows off stubs. Glory frowns] Oh uh...those are...something...

Danse: Soldier I...I’m not sure how Maxson would react to this. I don’t normally condone withholding important information from superiors but...I don’t want to see you be shamed and executed.

Haylen: Uh-huh. I knew there was something off about your X-Rays...just...just don’t tell Maxson about this if you value your like, okay?

Rhys: Freak! I knew there was something off about you! I’m reporting you to the Elder!

Maxson: “You were the model of perfection, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty... through your widespread trade you were filled with violence, and you sinned.” That’s from the book of Ezekial. How can I be sure, Knight, that you’re not going to turn on the Brotherhood and betray us. That’s a risk I’m not willing to take. You will be stripped of your title, and I will discuss with my associates what will become of this.

X6: I can’t say I’m surprised. Father does have a divine aura, as anyone can plainly see by his position in the Institute.

Father: [shocked] Is [mother/father] an angel too? Can angels conceive!?

Gage: Ya know what boss? That’s fine. As long as ya don’t start hollerin Bible verses at me, we still cool.

Mags: Doesn’t your association to the divine and absolute purity completely contradict the goals of the Raiders? How can we be sure you’re not a spy? I’ve got my eye on you.

Mason: You’re an angel? That means ya ain’t never done anything wrong? That’s very Beta of you.

Nisha: [smirking] I don’t have an angel head in my collection...yet.

Demon

Cait: [unimpressed] Ye mean ye were in Hell— a fuckin demon even— and ye lost it all ta preach some Bible mumbo-jumbo? C’mon!

Curie: Wow! I was not aware zat ze conzepts of ‘eaven and ‘ell were real! Zis is fascinating!

Hancock: Nuh uh....No kiddin? Ya can’t make this shit up!

Piper: You risked it all to convert others to Christianity? Blue, that’s incredible. You’re such an inspiration.

Maccready: But why? Hell seems like I’d have better company.

Codsworth: So that’s why everyone got all up in arms when I served Devil’s Food cupcakes at the “office party” you were hosting!

Ada: I am sorry to hear about your banishment from the underworld, but opening a church is commendable.

Strong: Strong think devil man no like the bible book. Bad idea, human.

Nick: You may be reckless and stubborn, but you got guts. I’ll give you that much.

Longfellow: So the man Satan banished you, huh? [slams whiskey bottle] Ah, tell him to pull the ol stick out of his ass!

Preston: You questioned the devil himself even though he was your overlord? General, that’s unbelievable!

Sturges: That’s got to be onna the darndest things I’ve ever heard! And you hear a lot when ya live in the Commonwealth.

Deacon: [overwhelmed with excitement] WOAH-HO-HO. DUDE! THAT’S AWESOME! Is the Old North Church one of the ones you founded? You’ve gotta tell me about Hell!

Desdemona: I’ve had enough of your insane stories. Between you and Deacon...I need a smoke. And a drink.

Tom: What!? You’re crazy, man! You gotta tell me all about Hell!

Glory: [amused; not fully believing Sole, but playing along] You’ve lived quite the exciting life, haven’t you?

Danse: [rubbing temples] Alright. Let me get this straight: you are a demon...and you got banished from the underworld for betraying Satan and promoting Christianity? There’s a lot to unpack here, soldier. Maxson’s not going to take this lightly.

Haylen: [Beyond confused] Oh...uh, wow. That’s...crazy? [stealithy checks Sole’s medical records for drug use]

Rhys: Demon from hell? Psh. Yeah right. More like clown from the doofus convention.

Maxson: If you were able to betray Satan, overlord of Hell, so easily, how can I be sure you won’t betray the Brotherhood. Knight, I’m going to have to strip you of your title. Additionally, I’ll have to talk about the status of your life with my associates.

X6: If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t believe a word out of your mouth. Sadly, you are not someone else, so I believe this story is one-hundred percent valid.

Father: [annoyed] Of course you’re the one who had to rebel and get banished. I’m not surprised.

Gage: Do ya still have access to Hell!? Can ya bring me with ya? [Sole reminds Gage they were banished] So? Rules are meant to be broken, ain’t that right, boss?

Mags: This, just like all of your stories, is so outlandish, but I somehow unable to doubt your word.

Mason: Hell, huh? What’s the temperature like? Tropical? [pulls out sunglasses and straw hat] Daddy needs a vacation.

Nisha: [raising stake with head on top like a staff] Hail Satan! Hail Satan! [other disciples chanting] Hail Satan! Hail Satan! Ave Satana! Ave Satana! Ave Satana!

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gilbirda · 4 years ago

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The Bet

When two stubborn and dominating people like Chloe and Lucifer decide to pursue a romantic relationship, what neither expected was to get such a kick from their competitive spirit. It was simple: she had a vibrator inside on their date, she couldn't get caught and the devil could use any of his tricks to make her fail. What could go wrong?

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Chloe wasn’t exactly sure how she got convinced to do this. She was a responsible adult, a serious mom, a cop; and, most importantly, the only mature person in their relationship.

You see, being the Devil’s girlfriend should be serious business - maintain a power position, be the consort of the ruler of Hell, deal with the supernatural on a daily basis. Her father-in-law would be God himself. One might think starting a relationship with Lucifer meant more than dealing with his childish antics and keep her job in the process.

Or, in this case, not be in the risk of being caught with a vibrator on a public place.

Seriously. How the hell , pun intended, was she convinced to do this? She would like to appeal to her competitive spirit, and that Lucifer’s wording entailed an obvious challenge (“Don’t worry, dear, I’m sure this type of excitement is not up you specific alley”). No. It was that damn look when he came back from his bedroom to show her something he bought for her.

He was smiling like a child on Christmas, explaining all the fun functions the model had, the wireless connection and app for the phone, which he had already installed, of course, promising that it could be exciting to try it.

She wasn’t a stranger to vibrators, she had one back at home which had been kind of abandoned since Lucifer took it as a challenge to meet all of her needs; but she knew from the moment his excited smile turned devilish that what he had in mind wasn’t exactly the same she was thinking.

They had a date that night. He challenged her to not get caught, while he played with the different settings of the vibrator from his phone. The loser had to do something for the winner. Even a formal deal was made, handshake and everything.

She had never seen him so focused on something. He was sitting across from her on one of his designer suits, legs crossed, exuding that royal vibe of the King of Hell. In moments like this, specially when she wasn’t trying not to squirm too much on her seat on the diner, she wondered how she didn’t figure his identity out sooner.

“Don’t resist temptation, darling,” he purred lowly, doing something with his finger on the screen of his phone, and the damn thing inside of her started going crazy. She gasped.

“The only temptation I have is what I’m going to make you do when I win,” Chloe leaned towards him over the table, biting her lip when he did the thing with his finger again.

“Something tame, I’m sure,” he purred, looking down at his phone and touching something on his screen with that smirk she liked so much. The vibrator started to turn on and off repeatedly, making her jump in the seat. “I can almost hear it working from here.”

“Shut up,” the woman breathed deeply, taking off her sweater even if it was october and they were on an outside table.

“Feeling hot , love?”

“Paperwork. All of it,” she smiled at him. “And archive my cases for a month.”

He narrowed his eyes, tapping another setting. The vibrator went full power for a second. “And they call me the Devil. Wicked woman.”

“Hmmm,” she hummed, forcing the shiver out of her system. “Desk work. How sexy. That way you could learn a thing or two about proper procedure for once.”

Lucifer bit his lower lip and touched something on the screen. The vibrator went low. She gasped. When he looked at her again she saw hellfire in his eyes.

“I think I know what I want. When I win, of course,” she snorted, but he ignored her. His index finger stayed put on the screen. “How do you feel about a vacation? Somewhere quiet and peaceful,” he moved the finger up and down, and with it the intensity of the vibrator. “I happen to own a private island. I could arrange it as soon as possible.”

“So far it sounds good,” she smiled like nothing was out of order when the waiter came to bring their food. Neither moved to touch it. “You are losing your touch with the retirement, dear. ”

“Uh-huh,” she almost felt his pianinst fingers slide over the screen. She stifled a moan. “The best part is I get to choose everything . Your clothes, your swimsuit, and the itinerary.”

Chloe closed her eyes. She trusted him not to go too far or harm her, but she was sure he could go way overboard without proper adult supervision.

This became too dangerous all of sudden.

“You won't win.”

Lucifer licked his lips, tapping something on his phone. “That’s what you think.”

Chloe bit her lip, this time unable to trap the moan inside her mouth. He heard it and smiled, delighted.

“The perk of having a private island,” he teased as he tapped the same thing on the app, “is that no one will hear your screams.”

She jumped in her place, but forced her hand to reach for the fork and stabbed her pasta with it.

“No one will see your pretty face when you come.” He continued tapping. She rubbed her thighs together.

Chloe ignored him, taking a bite of her somewhat cold food.

“No one but me, obviously.” Lucifer’s smirk widened as he slid his index on the screen, the thing inside of her going wild in the exact same moment she tried to swallow.

She moaned, covering her mouth with her hand when a elderly woman looked at her from a nearby table.

“The food is really good! Haha...,” she was not blushing as she tried to defuse the situation. “That doesn’t count.” The woman narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend when she looked back at him.

“Sure,” he licked his lips, uncrossing his legs and readjusting in his seat. Even if he tried to show a calm face he wasn’t unaffected by the way Chloe was starting to lose control of the situation, or how her cheeks were deliciously pink, or how he could feel her legs moving under the table.

He had to win and fast.

He saw his opportunity when she was distracted by her food, resuming her eating to finish the diner date and declare her winner for the night. Lucifer’s finger tapped the only setting he hadn’t touched yet, something that looked promising, and waited for the signal to kick in.

He could now clearly hear it vibrating inside of her (a thought that he tried to force out of his mind if he wanted to keep his hands over the table), and the table besides them probably could, too. Chloe opened her eyes wide in surprise.

“Luci-hng!” what she was going to say was lost in her throat, mixed with a half-aborted moan and intelligible words. She was close. “Wha-uh-ah...!”

The Devil smiled, sure of his success, and held the glare Chloe was trying to keep on him despite her trembling body.

“Do you yield?” he purred lowly, ignoring the looks from the elder lady, who was now suspecting something was going on between them.

“Fuck you.”

“Ah. That’s for later,” his voice transformed into the tone he usually used for interrogations. “Do you yield?”

She bit her lip, trying to control her trembling body, her eyes burning with a mix of fury for losing their game, and passion. She knew what she needed. She just had to take it.

Chloe slammed her hand against the table and stood. “You. The car. Now.”

She didn’t wait for him to agree, grabbed his suit and dragged him out of the seat and out of the restaurant, not looking back when he dropped some notes on the table.

At first he had been quiet, but when they were almost in the parking lot where they left her car, Lucifer decided to speak. “Not that I’m complaining, this is getting fun by the moment, but I take business seriously and I’d appreciate if you peacefully -”

“Shut up,” was her only warning before she slammed him against the door of her car and kissed him. She pressed her body against his, felt him over the layers of his suit, groaning at the fact that they were too many.

“Detective-,” he whispered when she let his mouth free briefly, attending the skin of his neck. She bit him, hard. “Chloe,” he corrected himself, “um, we are not exactly-”

“Get in the car.”

He shivered, but did as he was told. She followed him to the backseat and straddled his legs with her back against the grid that separated the front seat with the back.

Lucifer put his hands on her hips and looked up at her in adoration. They were so close, their hips grinding, that he could feel the still vibrating toy. He watched her reach for his belt but didn’t move to stop her.

“Are you sure about this?” Not the sex, he had stopped making sure she was on her right mind for desiring him a long time ago; he meant doing this in such a public place.

She growled softly making quick work of the belt, the button and the zipper. “If we are quick and quiet we won’t get caught,” her breath was labored.

“I should feel insulted about the ‘quick’ part,” he complained with a chuckle, but the truth is he wasn’t sure if he could resist for long.

“You can prove your skills when we get home,” her hand gripped his eager and ready member through the fabric of his boxers, her other hand cupping his face to kiss him on the lips. He jumped when she squeezed hard, moaning at the tiny bit of pain.

“Wicked woman,” he breathed on her lips, reaching under the really convenient skirt of her dress, pulling aside her underwear and removing the toy. Chloe gasped when she was released from the vibrating sensation.

She leaned in and kissed him again when she managed to free his cock, guiding it to her dripping entrance and getting it exactly where she wanted it without much preamble. They could have time for slow and tender later. Now, she just wanted this.

“Yes. Just like that,” Lucifer let his head drop back over the seat, closing his eyes to focus on the sensations.

As she started to move, he placed one hand on her hip under the fabric of her dress, helping her guide her up and down. Otherwise he let her do her bidding, unresisting and completely surrendering to her will. Sometimes it humbled her how much he trusted her, how much he loved it when she was on top. One would guess the Devil liked to always be in control, but Lucifer only made this delicious noises and grumbling and deep moaning when she was the one calling the shots.

Without changing the pace, Chloe leaned in and kissed his exposed neck, delighted when he sighed and became even more like pudding under her body. She rolled her hips, smirking when his chest vibrated with a grumbled moan.

“Quiet,” she whispered, putting one hand over his mouth. He whimpered against her hand when she rolled her hips again.

She quickened her pace, breathing hard and focusing on bringing them to their peak. She felt the hand under her skirt grip her with a little bit too much force, the only sign he allowed himself to make of his nearing release.

"Come for me, Lucifer," she breathed on his ear, earning another choked whimper as his body trembled in ecstasy.

She rode him through it slowly, enjoying the way his face lost all mischief and left the man she loved bare for her too see. She couldn't help but kiss him as he came down from his high.

"Darling," he gasped against her lips, recovering his breath, "you didn't finish."

His pout was too delicious not to memorize.

"I was enjoying watching you," she shrugged as if the shiver her words provoked on him weren't a big deal.

"No, no, no," with renewed energy, he managed to push her away from him and softly drop her on the backseat. "We must fix this."

She grabbed his hand when he attempted to sneak it between her legs.

"Home." It was an order.

Lucifer blinked slowly and shook his head as if his brain was restarting.

"Very well," he reached for the forgotten vibrator and put it in her hands. Then he searched in his clothes until he found the pocket-sized wipes he brought just in case and threw them at her. "Get cleaned and put it on. I'll drive."

"Sure." Her smile was too sexy not to kiss. So he did.

"By the way," he kissed her again and the air inside the car changed as he zipped his pants and turned to open the door. "I win."

Lucifer looked back at her with a cocky expression, resuming his usual dominant persona.

Chloe rolled her eyes but did as she was told. Her pride may be hurt for losing their bet, but she wouldn't complain about a vacation in a secluded island with her boyfriend. Who knows, she could test how much she could make him scream.

She smirked. "Sure."

The woman was delighted when his face turned wary. He didn't know what he just got himself into.

#lucifer netflix #lucifer morningstar #deckerstar #chloe decker #warning:lime #gil writes #fanfiction #fanfic #writeblr #lucifer #lucifer fanfiction

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stonerbughead · 4 years ago

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Maria watches friday night lights (#24)

I’m here! The final season! 5x01, here we go.

“Don’t you just love summer in Texas? 7 am and I’m already sweating like a whore in church.” This, set against the montage of summer in Dillon with trash pick up and kids running through a sprinkler, is true perfection.

let’s dive in, under the cut:

Lol is that Tinker driving alongside Vince and Luke running? Hilarious/wholesome image.

Buddy as a radio host really truly makes so much sense. Why didn’t they think of this sooner lmao

Oh my babe Tim!! on the inside but he’s getting out in three months, ok I see that

“I kinda coached you.” “Coach was my coach, billy.” Lmao “You could be a little more enthusiastic.” “Sorry, Billy, but im in prison.” Uh yeah. read the room, Billy!

Oh Tim, my poor babe 😭 wants to be visited *less* by his brother and friend. Abolish prisonssssss ugh

Oh Tami coming into the first staff meeting and immediately proposing the rest of the staff do more work probably isn’t the most strategic choice lol

This reminds me a lot of teacher meetings in season 4 of The Wire, with all of the staff talking about particular problem children the system is failing. And oh boy they all hate a teenage girl named Epyck. “I just wish she wouldn’t come into school.” Uh you should not be a teacher, miss! But also: you all need more resources.

Jess and Vince are as cute as I knew they’d be omg. “I thought you might need help with the laundry.” OKKKK

Ugh poor Becky! her dad is so gross. She’s stuck with her—I’m sure—evil stepmother and half sister? Major yikes!

The idea of Billy working for Eric Taylor is...interesting. And his argument is basically “you are inspirational and could make me a better person under your influence.” Man, only a mediocre white dude could get away with this!

Yessss Devin is still here playing in a band with Landry and that drummer whose name I can’t remember — oh jimmy okay! Devin is still the coolest character in this town.

Wow Landry is playing a show with his hometown band the night before leaving for college? That’s...a choice!

Oh geez something about Buddy and Eric watching mainly Black kids play basketball whilr recruiting for the team...and of course the one Buddy has his eye on is the one white kid lmao I can’t

“I’m not football stupid.” Lol good one.

“Worst instincts of american culture—violence, aggression.” Okay sexy! what’s your name white kid with moves?

“You’re in Texas now. You love the game of football. You just dont know it yet.” LOL

Aww Tami talking about how this girl Epyck all the other teachers hate has never been properly cared for to succeed is exactly why a guidance counselor like her needs to be in East Dillon. but yeah she’s bout to learn REAL fast what lack of funding and institutional racism look like! Eric is right about her not being the big cheese anymore and being able to change everything at once.

“Yes I’m stealing a basketball player but I’m doing it one step at a time.” Lmao

AWWWW Eric saying “I’m gonna miss this” quietly while eating with his family bc Julie’s about to go to college!! My heart.

“Oh boy oh boy” — literally me, physically tensing up, when Billy tried to give his little inspirational speech to the football team toooooo much he is so cringe. OMFG he read “if you can believe it you might achieve it” off a piece of paper from his pocket and attributed it i literally cannot

“The hippie? What for?” Lol that basketball player is considered a hippie in Dillon? Hilarious. The south is wild.

“These kids are being forgotten.” “Tami, it’s a matter of resources.” “I’m your resource!” Yes Tami but you alone cannot fix dozens of kids who are products of being in a system with lack of resources since before they even started elementary school.

Damn big Mary is out franchising and being corporate dad while Jess watches his children?? Not cool.

“So who is this guy?” “He’s not the punter, you wouldn’t be interested.” LMAO VINCE GOOD ONE

Aww Landry came to say goodbye to Mrs. Saracen. Aw he’s going to Rice? That’s a good school.

OMFG Mrs. Saracen has Landry’s music in her MP3 player???? My fucking heart 🥺

Grace is soooo cute holy shit

Oh wow does Crucifictorious or whatever have fans singing along? It’s really nice that Julie went out of her way to go.

Are we contrasting this with an East Dillon farm party? Ew so drunkenly kissing farm animals is what these kids do for fun huh

“I like knowing that I can do whatever I want. I’m a free spirit.” LMAO I hate this guy

“I’m gonna miss this.” “Miss Dillon?” “No I’m gonna miss the Alamo freeze and all their cool treats and hot eats.” LMAOOOO Landry

Omg they’re reminiscing about Matt working at the Alamo freeze. “I miss his little white hat.” L O L

Lol Landry and Julie say their final goodbye in the strip club, nice. “I’ll see you at Christmas.”

Omg Eric searching through their boxes for ping pong paddles so he can play a final game with Julie has my whole heart. Omfg and they found her Girl Scout vest.

Awww they’re playing in the garage, the season 1 vibes, oh my heart.

Oh so is the basketball coach mad about Hastings playing football? Wild culture truly.

(In the end, a teenage boy can’t help but answer the siren call of other teenage boys chanting his name)

Oh poor Andre acting out about their parental neglect at the Classic. Too real but babe it’s not Jess’s fault 😭

Go Tinker!!!

Hastings knowing some strategic info about another team from basketball, very interesting touch.

Wow Hastings somehow doing well without knowing what he’s doing or seemingly understanding football is hilarious.

“Lions win, lions win! Oh, the humanity! Alarm bells are going off all over Texas right now!”

Oh wow it’s happeninggggg

Ewww Becky really has an evil stepmom like Jesus can she have any positive parental figures

Jess and Vince are cute af. Vince helping Andre out 🥺

Honestly yeah I don’t blame Becky for wanting to leave that emotionally abusive household. The found family code in this town is so well established by now. like, Billy is obligated to take Becky in bc Tim considers her family and I’m like, yep!

Ohhh the Taylors sending their first kid off to college, emotional!!!

#maria watches friday night lights #mine #friday night lights 5x01

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stoopsbookstore · 5 years ago

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Camboy!San Kink Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

When that camera shuts off, he's out like a light, so he's not the best when it comes to aftercare. The most he does is wipe you down with a shirt and that's about it. Not even a wet shirt, just a shirt he picked up off the floor.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands! He fucking loves showing off his hands to the audience, seeing all of the comments from the chat about how they wish it was their mouth or holes they were going in. Same goes for his occasional stream partner, Wooyoung, his hands are San's favorite part.

As for you, your ass. Simple and basic, but he loves molding and biting the flesh and teasing your puckered hole in front of the camera turns him so much.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

You best believe your chest is getting coated in cum at least twice during every stream. He loves seeing you on your back, hair all messed up, face with a fucked out expression, covered in his cum.

He also is a huge fan of watching cum leak out of any hole, so much so that when he's offline and needs to jack off, he'll watch some past streams where he came in every hole.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He cams, that would have to be his dirty secret. He's not ashamed, but how would someone say they show their dick off for a living to their strict parents who got emotional having the "talk" with him? His mom would be ashamed and his father would pretty much disown him, so he would just rather say he does some stuff online and listen to his dad bitch about "those damn influencers and their poopy tea."

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

San knows what he's doing, but he is a bit cocky with his experience. There's a reason why his solo streams are messier and less organized compared to streams with Wooyoung, even though the chat considers him to be a bottom, he's a power bottom, he like what he likes, or you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

According to BadGirlsBible, it's called the Sandwich Position.

It's basically missionary, San's on top, you're on bottom, he's spreading your legs open, but he'll have you hold the camera and give the audience a sort of P.O.V. shot, because let's be honest, who doesn't want to fuck San?

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Wooyoung dubbed him Silly San and the chat has not forgotten about it since.

San is goofy, camming can be tense sometimes, so he will sometimes pinch your butt, nip your ear, throw in a few puns here and there just to make you laugh. The chat is split fifty-fifty on it, some love it, some hate it, but as long as you're okay with it, he'll always add a little bit of humor into the streams.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Honestly, it depends on what the chat wants. If the chat wants him shaved, he'll shave. If the chat wants him hairy, he'll grow it out. He grows it out between streams and then will post a poll about an hour and a half before the stream starts for what the chat wants.

San is a people pleaser, he tries his best to cater to the audience and if that means a lot of hair or none at all, he'll do it. But if he had to choose, he'd let it grow out and no, the curtains do not match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

On the stream, he tries to make it intimate and romantic, but it often comes off as too try-hard, so he often just keeps it light-hearted instead of sensual.

When he's just with you, he is able to be romantic and it not come off as cringy or like he's forcing himself and no matter how many times you tell him to just be himself when it comes to sensuality, he is still stiff and awkward about it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

San uses a cockring just because he feels it produces more cum for the audience to lose their shit over. As mentioned before, he's a people-pleaser and he will make a show of masturbation if it means more tips and coins.

If jacking off in front of a camera can make him 300 dollars a day, fuck yeah, he'll do it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Honestly, it would be easier to list the few things he won't do, but his top kinks are

Toys

Odaxelagnia (Biting/Be bitten)

Mixophilia (Watching yourself having sex)

Roleplay

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His room at the cam clubhouse, Utopia. It has all of his toys, it has the most perfect bed, there's a bunch of surfaces, and he just likes the vibe the room gives off.

Also, if his parents saw him with you in his bed, they would freak the fuck out.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing all of the coins and tips on his profile. Sounds bad because "greed bad," but this is his job, he makes money from having sex with you or Wooyoung or fucking himself on camera.

Another thing is seeing you already undressed, ready for him to fuck you and for Wooyoung to have already start the stream and teasing himself for later.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) -Trigger Warning- Mentions of non-consensual sex

Someone once requested him to do a non-consensual scenario with you and it was an immediate shut-down of the livestream, the person was banned from his stream, he told everyone else in Utopia to ban the person and San refunded all of the tips he was given.

There's a line and this person crossed it. He'll do a robber/houseowner scenario, he'll do a demon/human scenario, helpless kinks are fine, but as soon as he saw a comment about not stopping, San said "fuck that shit, fuck your 1,000 coins and get off my stream."

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves giving and loves receiving. It's like Christmas all around! Give and take is his motto when it comes to oral.

That being said, he's very sloppy with oral, he's not bad at all, it's just very wet and spitty and slobbery. Which is fine if you're into that, but holy fuck, is it a pain to clean up.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

San is like a jackrabbit when he's on stream, his hips will pistol in and out of you or Wooyoung and he actually has a counter with how many orgasms per stream happens.

The record is 6, 4 from you and two from him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It seems counterintuitive for him to love fucking you and Wooyoung fast and hard, bu not be able to stand quickies, they're just not his thing. He likes to be able to take his time getting you riled up and tease you and he can't do that in a 10 minute quickie.

Also, he cums a lot and that takes a while to clean up.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Experiment as long as he's inside the comfort of his second room, but he can't run the risk of his parents finding out, so anything he buys comes to Utopia from Amazon, Adam and Eve, Spencer's and if he needs to go out in public to buy supplies, he goes with Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Wooyoung, his facemask is spirit gummed to his face, his sunglasses are superglued to his ears and his hoodie is sewed to his scalp.

He wants to take risks, but he's still being held back by the thoughts of what his parents would think.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As mentioned before, he is able to go for at least 2 hours, his longest stream was 4 hours, it was a lot of teasing, ruined orgasms and a ruined bedding set.

Seonghwa was not happy when he found out a 70 dollar bedding set was ruined with sweat, cum and squirt.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Cockring. That's his favorite toy and will always be his favorite toy.

For you, he has the nipple clamp that's attached to a choker with his username on it and it gets him so fucking hard when you wear it. When it's him and Wooyoung, it's a paddle that they had specially made, one side is a cushion while the other is just hard wood.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He could spend an entire stream just teasing you, it's his favorite thing to do. He loves watching you squirm when he has a vibrator near you or you're blindfolded and he's trailing a feather along your body.

Don't even try to tease him though, it will end horribly for you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Mingi has made jokes about not streaming at the same time with San because you will hear his groans and moans through the door. This fucker is loud.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He wants to do a three-way simultaneously stream with you and Wooyoung, but the schedules never work out. You either have class or your own stream, Wooyoung has his own stream or is planning for the next month.

Just let him fuck both of you on stream already, dammit!

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

5 and a half inches, nothing too big, nothing too small, just enough for the audience to flip their shit everytime he whips it out.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

This boy is so horny, there's a reason his streams are on the longer end, about 2 hours. He can cum at least 3 times in one stream, and to be honest, it's probably because he only fucks on stream days unless it's a special occasion like a birthday or your anniversary.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost instantly.

The second that "This Broadcast Has Ended" textbox comes up, he is out like a light for a good 2 or 3 hours. There was one time when he ended the stream while he was still inside of you from behind and you both just plopped, San on top of you, his chest attached to your back from the sweat and Seonghwa had to wake you two up after 30 or so minutes because San let the vibrator on and it fell to the floor.

Vibrator on wood is very annoying to Seonghwa, don't drop your vibrator on his clean floors.

#choi san #san #ateez #ateez au #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #camboy!ateez #full kink alphabet #my writings

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only-mostlydead · 4 years ago

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Thanks for the tag, @chaoscatty! I'm doing this as top 5 things in each category that brought me joy this year. Sticking this under a cut because I’m wordy.

Anyone who wants to do this, consider this your tag! Please share your joy!

Movies and TV: (I don’t watch a lot of movies, so I’m combining these) 1. Klaus The preview on Netflix does it absolutely no justice. This is a beautiful Christmas story but also a very human story. Prepare for tears. 2. Coco I am very bad at watching movies when they come out, so I didn’t see this until this past Halloween. Holy shit. Just beautiful. I cried so much I had to take off the sheet mask I was wearing. 3. Bob’s Burgers This show is just laughter and fun and easy watching. I will comfort watch this forever. The Belchers are always there for you. 4.. Somebody Feed Phil This show. I literally save episodes for when I’m having a bad day, and it never fails to cheer me up. Lovers of food, travel, and good vibes, this one’s for you. 5. Crazy Ex-Girlfriend This is my favorite show of all time, and I did my first full rewatch this year. It’s still my favorite portrayal of mental illness and character development. Also musical numbers. Someday there will be a stage version, and I will play Rebecca. 6. Never Have I Ever Female-driven, diverse cast, very funny, and a queer storyline to boot? Yes. 6. I Am Not Okay With This Sophia Lillis is just incredible, and I am eternally a sucker for stories about queer ladies, especially those who can blow things up with their mind. I’d like that power, thank you. 9. Schitt’s Creek Hilarious. Hands down the funniest show I’ve ever seen, set in a world where homophobia doesn’t exist? More of this please. I haven’t seen the last season yet because I am a doofus. 10. The Staircase Every winter, I go on a true crime kick. This show was wild. Honorable mention to The Keepers for the same reason.

Books: One of the rare silver linings of this year was the amount of time I had for reading. I read 47 books this year, so narrowing this down was not easy. If anyone needs recommendations, fiction or non, hit me up! 1. Homegoing - Yaa Gyasi Just a gorgeously told story. One of my favorite books I have ever read. 2. And Then There Were None - Agatha Christie I love me a good mystery, and there’s a reason she’s considered the queen. 3. So You Want to Talk About Race - Ijeoma Oluo Required reading, fellow white people. 4. The Fuck It Diet - Caroline Dooner I’ve been intentionally working towards food and body neutrality for about a year now. This book was life changing. HIGHLY recommend to anyone sick of fighting the diet culture fight. There is so much freedom on the other side. 5. I Want to be Where the Normal People Are - Rachel Bloom I read this all in one sitting. I laughed, I cried, I felt very seen as someone who grew up a weird musical theatre kid.

Music: 1. Atlas: Enneagram - Sleeping at Last This whole album is beautiful, but specifically the song “Eight” really struck me, because I’m Type 8 (and so is my Five) 2. Joy Oladokun I discovered her song “Look Up” on an acoustics playlist and got hooked on her music. 3. Beetlejuice the Musical I saw this show during it’s Broadway tryout in DC and rediscovered the OCR this year. It’s SO much fun, and now I want to play Beetlejuice. 4. The Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead scores Excellent background music, excellent ZR soundtrack. I think I was in the top 1% of fans for both Ramin Djawadi and Bear McCreary this year. 5. “Rain on Me” - Lady Gaga “I’d rather be dry, but at least I’m alive” is the most 2020 lyric. This song is joy and optimism and fighting spirit, and I listened to it 1000 times.

Good Things: 1. On National Coming Out Day, I finally came out as bisexual to some Close Friends on Instagram. I’d already told a few people, but this was my first “public” coming out. It was very freeing. 2. I had my second surgery for endometriosis, this time with a doctor who gives a damn about aftercare and lets me guide my own treatment plan (it’s a whole thing, maybe I’ll tell the story someday). 3. Zombies, Run! This app did some damn much for me. It got me out of the house during quarantine, it helped me discover my love of hiking and nature, it got me writing for the first time in years, it showed me this beautiful little community...I just love it so much. 4. I found a yoga studio that I just adore who pivoted beautifully to online and outdoor classes during the pandemic. 5. After losing the job I hated, I got more involved at the distillery where I worked part-time and am now an assistant manager. BONUS 6. I found a therapist who is wonderful and have been able to keep seeing her virtually every week. ALSO BONUS 7. Animal Crossing.

#About me

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fisheoctrashdump · 4 years ago

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Willow 1-20 e w e

Holiday

She's not a big fan of holidays. Growing up, she didn't really celebrate holidays with her family. She didn't dress up and go trick or treating or get presents on christmas. She learned to hate pretty much every holiday, but her favorite will be Valentine's day. She loves the idea of making chocolates for all the people she loves (both romantically and platonically) and having an excuse to be so full of love for her friends.

Cooking

Willow isn't technically bad at cooking, but she's much better at baking. It's something she enjoys doing a lot, and she feels very fulfilled when she shares her creations with her friends and family. She thrives on compliments for a lot of her ideas and actions, but most of all for baking.

She doesn't have the passion for regular cooking, so most of the time when she cooks she tries to rush through it.

Sleeping

Willow had to learn to be a light sleeper. Noises and lights will keep her awake, so she has to be in total darkness and silence to fall asleep. Movement on or near her bed is also sure to freak her out.

She sleeps completely wrapped in her blankets like a little burrito.

I keep imagining that after she gets used to the Lovelace family and feels comfortable being there, she lets Dobby sleep on her bed ;w;

I also keep thinking about Willow talking softly to Zeron in the dark when she's overthinking and can't sleep. Even if he's sleeping, she feels better after she unloads all of her worries and anxieties, leading to her actually being able to sleep.

Driving

Willow can't drive, actually. (Not just because she's not old enough yet lol)

She has semi frequent syncopal episodes, commonly due to stress and fear. She can't and won't be able to drive because of it.

Bathing/showering

She hates showering and tries to avoid it for as long as possible. She hates looking at her body. It makes her feel sick and uncomfortable. It also has to do with the fact that she can't get motivated to shower as often as she should.

Hugging

She likes hugging others, as long as she is comfortable around them. I think she will very often try to get hugs from bleblesscra, Galatea, and Zeron in the future.

Kissing

Willow feels suffocated when being kissed. It's a psychological thing related to her trauma. I'm not sure when she will feel comfortable enough for mouth kisses, but cheek and forehead kisses are fine owo

Sex

Willow lost her virginity when she was nine. She is still sexually active, but not by choice.

General physical contact

Again, she doesn't mind it as long as it's with someone she's comfortable around. It's very obvious to see Willow flinching away from Erika's seemingly affectionate touch, no matter the circumstances. She probably wouldn't be too comfortable with Arvid touching her, either, but for different reasons. Currently, she is really starved for attention and human contact, and I imagine becoming friends with Zeron will mean Willow looking for any and every excuse to be physically close to him.

Physical appearance

Other than the picrew thing I did for her, here's a few little other things about her appearance

Willow has naturally black hair

She bites her nails, so her fingernails are always short

She chubby ;w;

Wardrobe

She wears a lot of purple, blue, and yellow. She also tries to wear hoodies, high collared shirts, and chokers to cover the hickies on her neck (or at least try to). Doesn't stop people from seeing them and nicknaming her "slut" for it lol

She also tends to wear baggy clothes to conceal her body, and wears more layers than necessary if she knows she's going to be alone with Erika at any point that day.

Jewelry

She doesn't wear a lot of jewelry. She wears chokers as her main accessory, and she really likes snake themed jewelry if she's feeling up to wearing it. (Like rings, necklaces, and earrings)

She will get a vertical labret at some point in the future, and I can also see her getting an industrial piercing of some kind, but I'm not sure exactly what kind yet

Nickname

A nickname I've been crying over for the past weeks is Cupcake. I'm not sure who comes up with it, but the nickname makes Willow incredibly happy, and a lot of her friends and family pick up calling her that nickname (even Arvid.) I've had a few ideas on who comes up with it, and I think either Sacra, Galatea, or Blez? Those three stick out as most likely in my mind, for some reason.

Dancing

Is ice skating kinda like dancing? Lol

Either way, nobody can convince Willow to dance. A shame, cause she would actually be pretty good at it. She feels too self conscious to do so, like everyone would be watching her if she did

Singing

She doesn't sing much. She has a pretty decent voice, but she won't use it often. I imagine Arvid encourages her to sing with him later on because he's a sucker for dramatic duets lol

Anger

She doesn't really get angry. All of her anger is usually converted into sadness, and she's more likely to cry during a stressful event.

Soft spot

Arvid

Cute pokemon things. Especially desserts and plushies.

Snakes/ferrets she like the long bois

Favorite possession

The choker she stole from Arvid. She jokes that she needed it more, especially since she was able to steal it from him so easily (and he didn't notice it was missing for nearly a month)

Favorite photograph

She currently doesn't have one. I'm gonna take a pass on this one, because I'm really not sure.

Relationship with ___

Erika

Willow has a lot of complicated emotions involving Erika

The most prominent being fear. Willow is terrified of Erika and the things she does, not just to her but also to other people. She has a certain level of adoration for Erika, however, because Erika was the only person that pretended to give a damn about Willow for, well, basically as long as she can remember. Erika of course used this to her advantage and broke Willow's spirit with the many horrible things she did to her.

Despite everything, Willow remains obsessed with Erika because she doesn't believe there can be any other way. She is aware that Erika sees her as useless and disposable, but sometimes when Erika is showing her the attention she craves, Willow convinces herself that that is what it means to love someone.

She tries to fight against Erika when they are alone together, but ultimately will lose. It's a common occurrence between them, and some days Willow wonders if fighting back is even worth it.

Erika being removed from her life (in whatever way we decide to go about it) will feel like both the best and the worst thing to ever happen to her. Erika has Willow convinced that they need each other, and working through all the damage and trauma Erika caused her will take a significant amount of time.

Arvid

She feels safe with Arvid. That's the main point of their relationship, is that Willow clings to Arvid for a sense of security.

Initially, Willow felt like she and Arvid had a lot in common. She watched most of the school harass him when she entered middle school, and she understood the feeling. She watched Arvid from a distance, wishing she had the confidence to talk to him, until seventh grade. She finally forced herself to make conversation with Arvid, and hoped for the best.

Getting to know Arvid provided Willow with a lot of relief, also. She had someone she could escape to when she absolutely needed it, and he never pushed her to talk about anything. The more she got to know Arvid, the more she identified with his unspoken feelings of isolation and fear of abandonment.

She realizes she has a crush on Arvid shortly before he starts high school, but having a crush on him causes her so much grief because 1) Arvid is gay, and she knows this and 2) some part of her feels guilty for feeling that way about someone, almost like she's betraying Erika somehow.

Arvid and Willow don't get a chance to hang out as much now that he's in high school, and she's mostly gone back to the way things used to be. Alone and unwanted by her classmates, with no one to escape to.

Galatea

I'm not sure when or how Willow becomes friends with Galatea, but I just imagine their friendship making Willow feel so safe and happy. I'm sure at first the age difference will make her nervous, and she probably won't trust being alone with Galatea no matter what, but I imagine Galatea has very friendly vibes in her own unique way, and because of this Willow warms up to her pretty fast.

In addition to always trying to impress Arvid, Willow will also try to impress Galatea almost constantly. She will also often give Galatea gifts.

Something else I've considered for their relationship is Willow having a crush on Galatea, but not like in the way Razi does or in the way Arvid and Fel have a crush on Chuck.

Because of her past experience with her relationship with Erika, I imagine Willow being very confused about how she feels for Galatea. The only older sister figure in her life before now made Willow feel like her emotions didn't matter unless there was sex involved. With Galatea, Willow will feel as though at some point to keep her around, she has to do the same as she did with Erika before. Hopefully by this time, Willow will be in therapy and be able to figure out how to ensure her relationship with Galatea remains a healthy one.

Bonus random things I thought of/info I wanna share ;w;

Arvid leaning in to Willow for their first kiss and Willow immediately passing out (kinda funny when you think about it but also :( )

Willow is nonbinary, but she doesn't have specific pronouns. Most people just use she/her and she's fine with that

Her favorite color has been purple pretty much her whole life. She didn't consider blue a favorite color until she met Arvid

Willow enjoys a variety of different music genres. 2000's - 2010's pop is the one she enjoys most, but all her favorite bands belong to different genres (Like Simple Plan, Mindless Self Indulgence, Hey Violet, Halestorm, and NF)

The scenario you came up with Willow asking Zeron to give her a mohawk will be canon (at some point after they meet, probably also after she is adopted)

She has a suicide note saved that she intends to give to Arvid, because she knows he's the only one who would care enough to know her final thoughts

#willow......................#willow #hnmp gen2 #headcanon ask game

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theparanormalperiodical · 5 years ago

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The Ultimate Guide To A Dickensian Christmas - Including Horror And Christmas Movies To Stream, And How To Vibe Like A Victorian

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Christmas is complicated.

Okay, fine, it might not quite be the iconic Austen quote you had to memorise for GCSE English, but the reality still stands: bringing family and friends together - mixed with the threat of debt, and drenched in alcohol - can often make for a seriously difficult, disgusting Christmas pudding.

And that’s if you're lucky enough to spend the season with friends or family!

This year I’m in the former position. But whether it’s visiting my grandmother in her care home, or trying not to have a panic attack about my driving test, Christmas has kinda been cancelled in my house.

Bah humbug?

But as a spiritualist, I know that Christmas is a particularly special time for sceptics and believers alike. That’s because sharing a ghost story or two used to feature as a centre-piece to a Victorian Christmas.

And as your fave paranormal blogger, you know I couldn’t resist making the season that much spookier.

So, this year, I’m ditching the annual Love, Actually stream on a dodgy website (even if there is a £3 wrinkle trick doctors don’t want me to know about).This year, I’m not going to watch Last Christmas at the cinema (I mean, I wouldn’t anyway, I have some self-respect, christ). And this year, I ain’t dreading seeing my awkward relatives make outdated comments about Caitlyn Jenner..

I’m going back to basics. I’m going to the paranormal past. I’m having my own goddamn Dickensian Christmas.

Now, who’s with me?!

This post is going to take you through the backstory to the Victorian’s spooky Christmas’, the Dickensian traditions that need to be on your to-do list (don’t worry, being in poverty is not a requirement), and all the music and movies you need to stream for the season.

From horror to holiday, I’ve got a list of the best movies on Netflix and Amazon Prime - and links to the trailers. And yes, I’ve checked it twice.

In true Dickensian fashion, I’ve even brought together the resources to help you find charitable causes you can volunteer for or donate to.

But before we dive in, I just wanted to say this:

I can make a joke about an urban legend, and I can dissect a horror film like it’s The Texas Chainsaw Massacre - but I’m not here to joke about something as difficult as Christmas. Even though I’ve always loved the premise of a Dickensian Christmas giving me an excuse to watch a horror film over a mince pie, I wanted to provide a resource for people that aren’t as lucky as me.

For those that are alone, for those that are struggling financially in the festive season, and for those in need, I wanted to make sure that whoever you are - and whatever you have - you can have a very Merry Christmas.

And no - it doesn’t mean you have to watch The Exorcist on Christmas Day! I’ve included non-horror traditions and Christmas films, too, so everyone can have their own dosage of Christmas cheer.

Now, let’s get spooky!

Why Did The Victorians Tell Ghost Stories At Christmas?

Ghosts, spirits, and demons.

All three make frequent cameos on this blog. But there is no doubt about it: the Victorian era was far more terrifying than any ghost story I post as a Spook Of the Day. Industrialisation’s mass poverty and the hold of colonialism ever-tightening on the world both go far beyond the plot of any film featured in my fave genre.

Yet aside from the racism, sexism, and just, well, general shitness, there is one aspect of Victorian Britain that sticks out to me:

They shared ghost stories at Christmas.

It all starts with this bloke called Charles Dickens. All English speakers will be know this classic author, and will probably know about one of his most celebrated works - A Christmas Carol.

Dickens centres this novel around this lad, Scrooge. Well, I say lad - less get-yer-tits-out, more fuck-the-poor-and-fuck-christmas-too. As a result of his rude ways regarding one of his employees and his attitude towards Jesus’ birthday, he is haunted by three different ghosts that explore his past, his present, and his future.

I mean, it’s obviously pretty damn spooky.

But beyond Dickens confirming the spooky side to a Victorian Christmas, creepiness at Crimbo is actually quite common! And that’s because most major religious holidays coincide with pagan celebrations. This time, that’s the Winter Solstice.

In specific terms, the Winter Solstice is the shortest day of the year. The sun’s path hits the southernmost position, and then begins to move north, making the days longer. In less scientific terms - and rather more spiritual ones - winter suggested a time of death or ageing. Whether it’s embodied by the symbol of The Crone, or by the forecasted lack of food in the bleak months to come, this was clearly considered a time when the lines between the living and dead were blurred.

This is reflected in the celebrations of the solstice - death features prominently, with ceremonial slaughters taking centre stage. Yet aside from the interest in this depressing topic is the interest in what happens after death. Iranian, Germanic, and Celtic traditions all focus on evil spirits that might once again return to our plain. In fact, believers make a point of staying up to avoid meeting such a spirit!

Given the close links developed between winter and Christmas, some Pagans even used to celebrate it on the solstice, merging the traditions.

And that’s where our obsession with ghost stories on Jesus’ birthday begins.

So, when you cut out binging on Quality Street, and watching yet another attempt at a christmas special hit the TV, you’re left with family discussion. Team that with the growing interest in spiritualism during the Victorian period, and we arrive at the paranormal pastime that dominated a Dickensian Christmas.

The Films You Need To Watch For A Dickensian Christmas

So we know that a good ol’ ghost story is the go-to for a Dickensian Crimbo. Question is, how do you actually find these stories?

Well.

You could get lost in your favourite paranormal blog *hair flip*... You could fall down a reddit rabbit hole… or you could sit yo’ ass down and watch yo’self a horror film.

“But, @thespookiestllama, can’t you just share ghost stories with fellow friends and family?”

Of course you can! But if - like me - your family has a revulsion to discussing the supernatural, or your spending this one alone, tapping ‘play’ on Amazon Prime and scoffing an entire box of Lindt is the best way to celebrate the season.

So, to make finding these flicks that much easier, I’ve compiled a list of the best horror films to stream on both Netflix and Amazon Prime (in the UK) - fit with the trailers for each. Simply take your pick, and get Dickensian

Feeling a smidge more festive? Don’t fancy watching some kid throw up pea soup whilst your basting the turkey?

(I mean, it’ll put you off sprouts for life.)

Here’s a list of films - and the trailers - that are less horrifying, and more ho-ho-ho!

Netflix

Cheesy Christmas (S)Hits

The Christmas Chronicles (2018)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5oEAwuC-AyM

The Princess Switch (2018)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W24IK7YJ4fo

A Christmas Prince (2017)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tG4Fbj1B1bY

Christmas Inheritance (2017)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K4STcvndzbE

The Knight Before Christmas (2019)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JtwROpSVWc

Films About Dickensian Christmas

The Man Who Invented Christmas (2017)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nx3ctBjG6yI

Dickensian (Tv Series)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U57l3XUKZP4

Family Friendly Flicks

Elliot The Littlest Reindeer (2018)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viUFB3Oitnk

Rise Of The Guardians (2012)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OxDZKordaM

Nativity (2010)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_lLpFYdKj8

Nativity 2 (2012)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmqB5ZRhWA0

Klaus (2019)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=taE3PwurhYM

Comedies

Nativity (2010)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_lLpFYdKj8

Nativity 2 (2012)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmqB5ZRhWA0

A Bad Mom’s Christmas (2017)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJdNdMOblaM

Christmas With The Kranks (2004)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTzyGuB9V6c

Holiday Rush (2019)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2U6diYTnxA

Bad Santa (2003)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQvaoRScND4

Amazon Prime

Family Friendly Films

Arthur Christmas (2011)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tk-WZSqIGQ

Nativity (2010)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_lLpFYdKj8

Nativity 2 (2012)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmqB5ZRhWA0

Nativity 3 (2014)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OyV2xSakI0

Comedies

The Night Before (2015)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShIAH_G-Iuw

Nativity (2010)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_lLpFYdKj8

Nativity 2 (2012)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmqB5ZRhWA0

Nativity 3 (2014)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OyV2xSakI0

Four Christmases (2008)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1v0Rbf5xI9o

Love The Coopers (2015)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TSX_0rwPNc

The Holiday (2006)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDi5zH18vxU

Love Actually (2003)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOS-HMiVejo

Elf (2003)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a54yC1etmVc

Nativity Rocks (2018)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBmHMl7qjzQ

Mixed Nuts (1994)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwBG2CXDXcc

Films About Dickensian Christmas

A Christmas Carol (1970)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99BfCytGEGY

A Christmas Carol (2009)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZ3lr3urgDU

Scrooged (1988)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ajwSBuozVs

The Classics

Love Actually (2003)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOS-HMiVejo

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wr6N_hZyBCk

Die Hard (1988)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jaJuwKCmJbY

Elf (2003)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a54yC1etmVc

The Dickensian Christmas Playlist You Need To Listen To

Hands up if you work retail.

Keep your hands up if you also hate retail.

(I also have a foot in the air to confirm my dislike for working a Sainsbury’s till.)

Chances are, this same group has faced what all employees dread: Christmas. Why? Because whilst your earning minimum wage on your tedious tasks, you’re also being tortured via Christmas No. 1.

All the shops play is the same loop of the same christmas songs.

And on top of that you’re trying to fend off customers claiming they are entitled to the meal deal discount when they haven’t picked the meal deal discounts items cause it’s the red ticket items only and the crisps they’ve got are Kettle like who are they kidding Kettle crisps are the Waitrose of lunchtime snacks how would this be discountable.

*Breathe*

You can see how it can make Christmas, well, crap.

Are you tired of Mariah? Are you sick of Slade? And are you really simply having a wonderful christmas time? Me neither.

It’s time to take things Dickensian:

No points are going for guessing that the Victorians didn’t pull out their bluetooth speakers when they were having a post-supper singalong. Instead, carolling on the streets and going door-to-door was their alternative to hitting shuffle on your fave streaming site.

(Who knows - Jay Z could be reading this!)

The most popular carols sung and played by musicians in the Victorian era included:

O Come All Ye Faithful, Once In Royal David’s City, See Amid The Winter’s Snow, O Little Town Of Bethlehem, and Away In A Manger.

So, I’ve brought together a variety of versions of these songs authentic to the era.

That means there’s no Mariah Carey “whistletones” piercing through the awkward silences of christmas dinner, and no Destiny’s Child squeezing a festive classic into an anti-feminist box.

(And that’s because the the Victorian songs are already infused with their own special brand of sexism...)

The spotify playlist

And Finally, The Dickensian Christmas Traditions You Need To Try

To some, Christmas means peace on earth, and goodwill to all men.

To others, Christmas means capitalism driving the innocent into debt.

However you view the festive season, one thing is for sure: each and every tradition filling up your dinner table or lighting up your tree started with the Victorians.

Many historians point to Queen Victoria, herself - but don’t worry, not all traditions require a regal budget. The Christmas tree was the most iconic feature brought to Victorian Britain, plaguing us with dropped pine needles since the 19th century!

Christmas cards also began to be sent and shared, and were even crafted by pauper and prince alike. In fact, by the 1880s, 11.5 million cards bringing seasonal cheer to mailboxes across the countries were created.

Another tradition birthed by the 19th century was gift giving.

But before you clutch your wallet for dear life, the presents passed between families and friends were small and simple. Trinkets, fruits, nuts, and sweets were hung on the tree due to the minimalist size of time gone-by.

So yes, Cliff Richards was right.

Speaking of food, mince pies - made from actual meat - were a popular treat eaten during this time, as was Turkey as a part of a grand feast shared among family and friends.

Don’t have the budget for this binge?

No time to trinket-the-tree?

No matter; the Victorians only had one thing in mind. Okay, aside from the desire to support the empire as it snatched innocent victims and territories…

And that was family and charity.

Never read A Christmas Carol? Chances are you won’t know the iconic ending to this iconic book. The final moments of the novel see Scrooge waltzing down the street, struggling under a huge turkey meant for an employee who was humbled by poverty.

Together they eat and enjoy a magnificent feast!

Yet despite the image evoked of this old man trying not to buckle under the sheer size of the table’s centrepiece, it's not actually about the turkey. It's about giving to others, and being together.

“God bless us everyone!” - Tiny Tim’s famous line from the book

You don’t need a healthy bank account to have a merry Christmas, nor do you need to accoutrements to prove it’s the festive season. In fact, you don’t even need family or friends around you to celebrate Christmas.

Giving to others is the true meaning of a Dickensian Christmas.

Its for that reason that I’ve brought together a few links to help you find places to volunteer this Christmas, and charities you can support (UK):

To help you find volunteering opportunities near you:

https://do-it.org/channels/volunteer-at-christmas

A guide to the best places to volunteer this christmas

https://money.howstuffworks.com/economics/volunteer/opportunities/volunteering-on-christmas1.htm

So - Are You Ready To Do Things Dickensian?

Are you hunkering down with a hot chocolate to check out La Llorona?

Or are you about to press play on Love, Actually, instead?

Be sure to hit follow for more spooktastic stuff - and a spooky fact every damn day!

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I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Characters: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader (specifically targeted to @oh-snap-bucky)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (@oh-snap-bucky)

Word Count: 4,418

Summary: Y/N was always in the Christmas spirit, even when times were tough for Team Cap during their rogue days. After losing the love of her life in the snap, Christmas has lost its luster for her. Irritated by being around the compound, she sets off for home, hoping for a break and maybe a chance to start some other traditions. This continues for five years until one particular trip proves to be particularly enchanting...

Warnings: angst, mild language (a curse word sprinkled intermittently), heartbreak, fluff at the end I promise

A/N: I had the tremendous honor of being the Secret Santa for @oh-snap-bucky for @itsbuckysworld‘s Marvel Secret Santa this year. I went through her wishlist and hoped to touch point by point. Merry Christmas, dear, and I really hope you enjoy. I am so terribly sorry for the heartbreak. After Infinity War and the Endgame trailer, I’ve just been feeling this vibe. I hope you have a spectacular holiday!

Christmas was a magical season. People had pine trees that glistened with twinkling lights and glittering tinsel. Stores decked themselves out in reds, greens, and silvers as they urged you to purchase the perfect gift for your someone special at their location. Radios buzzed with holiday carols in hopes of making listeners dream of snowy pastures and hot cocoa snuggles by the fire.

Indeed, Christmas was supposed to be a magical season. But for Y/N, this particular Christmas had lost all its enchanting luster. That’s because her longtime boyfriend, Sergeant James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, wouldn’t be home this Christmas...thanks to a giant purple space freak.

As the year slipped further into the holiday season, Y/N became more and more irritable. As much as she tried to hide it, she couldn’t conceal much from her and Bucky’s best friend, Steve Rogers.

Y/N was sprawled out across one of the common room couches, her thumb constantly flipping through channels on the enormous flat screen television. News channels were covering how people were handling the holidays with half the population missing. Freeform was showing nothing but holiday movies, and she couldn’t even look at the root-your-teeth-out romantic crap Hallmark was airing. A snarl ripped from her throat as she turned the TV off, whipping the remote in a nearby armchair before draping an arm over cerulean eyes.

“I take it there’s nothing on?”

The voice from behind the couch made her rip her arm away to stare into concerned baby blues hovering over her. She sighed and shook her head. “Not a damn thing. Everything is either rubbing salt in the wound from the decimation or it’s sappy romantic bullshit.”

Steve cocked his head to the side, his brow furrowing. “The Y/N I know is a sucker for that sappy romantic stuff.”

She growled again before pushing herself off the leather couch and onto the floor to pace. “That was before Thanos disintegrated the people I love, those I care about.” Her hands reached up to rake through her shoulder-length blonde hair. She walked a few feet before slowly rotating on her heel, eyes now red and threatening to overflow with the tears that sat on the edges of them. “Stevie…” she whispered, “I...I can’t be here for the holidays. Not this year.”

Sadness and understanding flooded his face. In the months since Thanos’ snap, he knew Y/N was having a difficult time. When she wasn’t at a training session, she was holed up in her room with a movie or a book, trying to lose herself in any world that wasn’t crashing around her. Prior to then, she was the bubbly, cheery one that made everyone get involved in whatever activity she was doing, especially when they went into hiding. His chest heaved in a heavy sigh. “If you can’t be here, where will you go?”

She rolled her shoulders in a weak shrug. “My parents’ place, maybe? Just for a couple weeks until the holiday season is behind me. I just can’t stay...here.”

“I get it,” Steve murmured, advancing towards her. “You’re one of my closest friends, Y/N. As much as I want to be selfish and keep you around, that’s not fair to you. Being here is going to remind you of him too much. You should go home. You need a break. Just...promise me one thing, won’t you?”

“Anything.”

A tiny smile formed over his lips, but the worry was still evident in his face. Worry that if she went home she’d never come back unless Bucky was found...if he could be found. “Promise me that you’ll come back?”

Y/N choked out a laugh and soft sob as she jumped to wrap her arms around Steve (as much as she could anyway). She buried her head against his chest. “You’re such a punk, Steve. I’m going to come back after the holidays, I promise.”

“Good,” he breathed, swooping down to give her a ginger peck on the head. “Because I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, too.”

Steve’s words echoed in Y/N’s ears as she packed her suitcase to head to her parents’ place. For a while, she couldn’t help the pang of guilt that riddled her stomach. Steve was hurting too, everyone was, and Christmas was supposed to be a season of togetherness. She wasn’t really embracing the “togetherness” spirit by taking off.

Then again, how could she be “together” if a piece of her heart was missing? Her mind trailed to a tall man with long tendrils of dark chocolate with piercing eyes that could kill a man if he wanted...or cut her to her core as he often did. She thought about the first time she met Bucky, when Steve had contacted her for intel while he was on the run after the Sokovia Accords situation. That smolder of his as his eyes traced her up and down triggered a fire inside her, one she couldn’t quell without being around him. A few flirtatious meetings later, and he finally had the cajones to ask her on a proper date. When he and the rest of Team Cap had to go underground, there was no question about it. She went with them more than willingly. Even though the conditions weren’t always the best and they were always looking over their shoulders, she and Bucky made the best of everything...because they found each other.

That night, she dreamed of her former Hydra super soldier. She dreamed about their first Christmas together, when she found this beautiful fern someone was throwing out on the side of the road and brought it back to the run-down motel they were in. Her hands were immediately busy with her sketchbook, drawing little trees and holiday ornaments. Quickly, she worked to carefully rip around the edges of her scribbles, leaving ample room at the top for her to tear a hole in them in order to hang. When Bucky came back that night, he was taken aback at the makeshift Christmas tree, but then immediately peppered Y/N with kisses to show his appreciation.

She couldn’t help but replay the dream during the tedious drive to her parent’s place. It sprinkled in between thoughts of Steve and the bear hug they shared before she got in the car. He checked her oil and tire pressure for her before she left, and she gave him the address she’d be at on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, in case he needed a break too.

After quite the trek, the vehicle roared up to the roadside curb in front of her parents’ place. Her eyes fixated on her childhood home, where a dark figure stood on the top step of the wooden porch. Though dusk was approaching, she could tell by the broad shoulders that it was her father.

There was a huge wolf-like creature resting on his haunches next to her father, and the sight of the dog made Y/N’s eyes brighten. Instantly, she clamored out of the car and ran to the other side, arms flying open. “Apollo! C’mere, baby!”

Her father dropped Apollo’s leash, and this husky came barreling at the woman. He slowed upon approach so as not to knock her over, but his whole body wagged in excitement at seeing his owner after so long. He licked a stripe up her cheek as her fingers ruffled his fur. “Who’s a good boy?” she cooed. “Apollo’s my good boy!”

After a moment, she rose to her feet and started up to the home while her dad stepped down to the sidewalk. As soon as she reached him, he took her in his arms and gave her a tight squeeze. “My baby, Y/N. I’ve missed you,” he whispered against her hair, his voice breaking.

Y/N swallowed thickly, trying not to lose her composure as well. “I...I missed you too, Dad.”

The two pulled apart after holding each other a while, her dad instantly reaching up to collect the tears at the sides of his eyes. “I’m...I’m glad you decided to come home for the holidays this year. This was going to be a hard year without you or your mother…”

The lump was even harder in Y/N’s throat. She wasn’t the only one to lose the love of her life. Her parents had been out antiquing when the snap happened, and her mother turned to ash in front of her father just as Bucky had. It was another reason why she wanted to go home for the holidays. Her dad needed her more than Steve and the others did. “I’m sorry, Dad. The team...you know, they’re all racking their brains to come up with a solution.”

“If there even is one.”

There was a lingering silence between the two of them before her father shook his head and clapped a hand on her back, pushing her toward the door. “C’mon, kiddo. Enough sadness. Let’s just enjoy each other’s company and get the holidays started right, huh?”

The first few days Y/N spent with her father were great. She really couldn’t complain. They both understood how the other felt about the holiday season right then, and they tried to veer away from doing anything too holiday-oriented. They watched action movies or old westerns while snacking on chips, and took Apollo out for strolls around the neighborhood. Their idea of a Christmas tree this year was one of those ceramic trees with little pegs that lit up. That was all the festive they were getting.

That was, until Christmas Eve came around. Y/N’s aunt invited them over for a Christmas Eve party, and her dad was all gung-ho and ready to go. Y/N...not so much. Christmas Day was special, sure. Christmas Eve, however, was always the most fun with Bucky.

“I don’t really feel like going to [Y/A/N]’s tonight, Dad,” she murmured, curled up on their couch with Apollo on the opposite end. “It’s going to be a lot of Christmas trees and cookies and holiday carols and it’s just...it’s going to be too hard.”

[Y/D/N] cocked an eyebrow from his recliner toward his daughter. “But you love going over there! It’s Aunt [A/N] we’re talking about here! Doesn’t she always slip you $10?”

Her fingers fiddled with the fur by Apollo’s collar idly. “I do love her, Dad, but this has nothing to do with that. Christmas Eve was always special with Bucky. We had our own traditions that we started together and I don’t get to do that this year.”

“Y/N, look at me.”

She raised her eyes to meet her father’s.

“You know, neither your mother nor this Bucky fellow would want us to sit here and mourn during what’s supposed to be a happy time. I won’t force you to go...but I’m going because your mother would kick my ass if I sat here and moped around. Promise me you won’t do the same.”

She sighed and scooped Apollo’s head from her legs, moving them before placing him back on the cushion. “I’m not. I’m going out, too.”

In typical father fashion, she was met with a gruff, “Where to?”

Her shoulders rolled in a shrug as she grabbed her jacket, purse and keys. “Out. Around town. Crazy. I don’t really know, Dad. It’s just wherever the road takes me.” As she was getting ready, she caught a glimpse of his features twisted in worry. Her cerulean orbs rolled as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I work with the Avengers, for crying out loud, Dad. I’ll be safe, I promise.”

He grumbled a bit before giving her a small nod. “You’re right. Just be careful and have your butt back in this house by 11 o’clock. Santa starts his rounds at midnight, you know.”

She couldn’t help but snort at the sentiment as she stepped through the door. “Love you, Dad!”

Y/N drove around town for a while, weaving through the streets and losing herself in her thoughts. She thought about the Christmas Eve traditions she started with Bucky, how goofy they were but they had meant the world to her...and to him as well it seemed. She went out every year and would buy them a new set of Christmas pajamas to wear, one small game each, a mug, a snack and a pack of hot cocoa and wrap those items up in a box for them to open on Christmas Eve. The year prior, she bought him a green light-up onesie that said “fa-la-la-llama” and had a big wool llama on it. Though he grumbled and griped, he snatched it from her hands when she went to take it back and wore it with pride, even if Steve and Natasha both keeled over cackling at him.

She couldn’t help but smile at the memory as she turned onto a road that led outside the town and into the countryside. As she raced past the lines of oaks and maples, she thought about taking Bucky back there, showing him where she grew up. She envisioned taking Apollo for a walk in the forest until they came to a clearing, where Bucky would have laid out this little picnic (complete with snacks for the pupper). They would devour the food while savoring each other’s presence and the majestic scenery before he’d twist to her and take her hand, opening a small square velvet box…

If they ever saw Thanos again, she’d do what Thor didn’t and aim right for his bulbous head.

Bright neon lights flashed “Late Night Dine Right” up ahead, breaking her from her rage momentarily. Her gut let out a deep growl, and she realized she hadn’t eaten much all day. A diner burger did sound really good just then.

Once she had the car safely parked in their gravel parking lot, she sauntered in and was immediately transported back to the 1950s. They really made the place look like a classic diner. The floor was coated in white and black checkered linoleum. The candy-apple-red booths and barstools were leather, puffed up to look extra inviting and comfortable. The tabletops were solid, white with a few scuff marks from the millions of plates they probably saw slide across them. In one corner of the room was an old-time jukebox, radiating red, orange and yellow neon while it crooned Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas.” She couldn’t help but snort slightly. Bucky would have loved the place.

“Go ahead and make yourself at home, sweet pea! I’ll be right with you!”

The silvery voice broke Y/N away from her appreciation of the scene in front of her and onto the woman behind the counter. The woman looked to be in her 50s or 60s. Her curly red hair was pinned up in a Lucille Ball style, her lips painted fire engine red. The dress she donned was a Tiffany blue with a white waist apron. Y/N reached her own arm and gave it a slight pinch. No, this wasn’t some oddly specific facet of her imagination. This was the real world.

Shrugging her jacket off, she followed the waitress’s orders and slid into a booth right by the door, facing across from the jukebox. Menus were resting right on the table, so she grabbed one to peruse. Chicken parmesan, eggs benedict, t-bone steak with hash browns...everything sounded so good. Before she got the most extravagant thing, though, she wanted to try a hamburger. You could usually tell how good the rest of the food was at a place if their burgers were up to snuff. Just as she was placing the menu back in its holder, the waitress appeared by her table.

“Hi there, sweet pea. I’m Miss Georgia and I’m going to be your waitress this evening. What can I get you to drink?”

Up close, she could see that Georgia had dark circles under her eyes, no doubt from busting her rear working at a 24/7 diner on Christmas Eve. Suddenly, Y/N felt very sheepish and very guilty.

“I’m sorry, Georgia. I didn’t even think. I shouldn’t be making you work extra on Christmas Eve.”

Georgia offered her a genuine smile. “Oh honey. I’d be working my tail off whether you were here or not. You seem like a sweetheart and aren’t gonna cause me any problems, unlike half the drunk clientele I get in here. Now, what can I get ya?”

Y/N gave the woman a warm grin. “Water with lemon, please.”

“‘Water with lemon,’” Georgia repeated, scribbling the drink order in her notepad. “And judging by how you put that menu back, I’m guessing you’re ready to order. What would you like?”

“I’d like a double cheeseburger please, with cheddar if you have it, and a side of seasoned fries.”

Georgia’s fingers scribbled the order quickly and she gave Y/N another wide smirk. “A woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. Sweet pea, I like you. Order’s coming right up, okay?”

“Thank you!” Y/N called as she took the order back to the kitchen. She waited a moment before digging in her purse and retrieving her sketchbook and pencil case, spreading the materials out on the table in front of her. She opened the book to a random page, and a gasp escaped her lips.

Inside the random page she chose was a picture she had tucked away. A tall man with long, dark chocolate tendrils was staring straight out of the photo and into her heart, it felt like. His cocky smirk made her heart race, her breath stop. She was the one who took the photo during one of their first dates at a Romanian cafe, and she had completely forgot about it. Tears stung her eyes.

She was so focused on her find that she didn’t even notice Georgia’s return until the water was placed in front of her. “Oh my, what a little cutie! Is that your boyfriend?”

Y/N could do nothing but swallow and nod.

“You got yourself quite a catch! He looks so handsome and mysterious. Almost reminds me of someone my grandmother once dated actually. She took a picture with him at Coney Island. Huh. Maybe a distant relative.” Georgia stopped momentarily, her head craning to get into your line of vision. “Sweet pea, it’s Christmas Eve! There’s no crying on Christmas Eve!”

Y/N sniffled and wiped at her eyes. “S-Sorry. It’s just...Christmas was one of our favorite seasons together.”

Georgia offered a sympathetic nod. “My Henry was like that as well. This is...this is my first season without him actually. That’s why I’ve buried myself in shifts here. One day, I was cooking in our kitchen and he was in the living room. I heard him call for me, and I caught the tail end of him turning into ash right in front of my eyes.”

Y/N looked up at the woman, whose jungle green eyes were glistening with tears. “Oh, Miss Georgia. I’m so sorry. That’s...I lost Bucky that way, too.”

There was a sigh from the waitress. “Well...they say that the Avengers are actively working on a solution, if there even is one. If they had been around prior to all this happening, maybe it wouldn’t even be a problem.”

Y/N wanted to leap to the defense of her team, but Georgia was suffering just as much as she was, and in times of crisis, people looked for someone to blame even if they didn’t deserve that blame. If...when they found a solution to what happened, a reversal, maybe then people wouldn’t be so harsh on the team.

“I’ll be home for Christmas…”

Georgia snarled from the tableside. “Now, how rude is that? That damn jukebox is playing on our misery! Huh uh. No way.” She stomped over to the jukebox and jammed her fingers against the screen, instantly changing discs. Rotating on her heel, she turned her attention to Y/N. “I’m gonna make a sign. No one is allowed to play that song when either one of us is here.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. Oh, she liked Georgia. She was sweet and friendly but also feisty. “Oh, Miss Georgia,” Y/N chuckled. “I propose a new Christmas tradition! I’ll come back here every Christmas Eve as long as you’re working.”

Georgia stopped as she traipsed behind the counter. A smile played at her lips before she turned her full focus back to Y/N, green eyes alight. “Well now, sweet pea...I’d think I’d like that.”

For four consecutive years, Y/N kept her promise to Georgia. Every holiday season kept getting easier and easier, thanks to their little tradition. It was an added bonus that the food was spectacular...and she got to visit her dad and Apollo.

It was going on the fifth year when things got a little rocky, particularly with Steve. When he caught wind of Y/N’s request for her usual two weeks off, he instantly barged into her suite at the compound.

“Y/N, please tell me you’re not going back there this year” he pleaded.

Y/N was sprawled out on her bed with her Kindle in her hand, and she cocked an eyebrow at the way he approached her. “Excuse me? Stevie, you know I go every year. You’ve never had a problem before. What gives?”

He started pacing at the front of her bed, muscular hands running through his dirty blonde locks. “Y/N, you know we’re just so, so close to fixing this thing. With Scott and Tony actively working with that time contraption of theirs, I think we might finally be on the brink of a possible solution...a possible reversal.”

Y/N sighed heavily and put the tablet aside before rising to her feet to join the super soldier. “Steve...Tony and Scott have been working on that thing all year. That I know of, they aren’t any closer to reversing anything or bringing anyone back than we were last year. I don’t want to break a tradition on a possibility and not a certainty.”

The kid from Brooklyn worried his lower lip with his teeth. “I just...if we are able to reverse this or get them back...I want you to be the first person Buck sees if we can get him back by Christmas.”

Y/N had dreamed several times about being back in Bucky’s arms in the five years since the decimation. Her body ached for it, yearned for him. But other people felt the same way. Her father felt that way for her mother, Georgia for Henry. And the whole situation was still a big “if.” Tony and Scott had made some headway, but who knew if it was enough to bring Bucky back? Going to [Y/Hometown/N] was a certainty. Being there for her father and Georgia was absolution.

She reached up and caressed Steve’s face gingerly. “That’s a sweet thought, Stevie...and I do want to be the first person he sees. But you know how being there for my dad and Georgia have helped them heal...helped me heal. I have to go. You know how to reach me. If there’s any development, call me and I’ll race right down.”

Steve gave a nod of understanding, but Y/N could see the pain in his eyes. He really wanted her to be there when Bucky came back...if Bucky came back. “Just be safe okay, and promise you will race right down if I call?”

“What, you don’t think I would any other time?” she teased, poking him in the ribs. “Stevie, I will. I just have to do this, for me, Dad, and Miss Georgia.”

“Just be careful,Y/N. And Merry Christmas early.”

“Merry Christmas, Steve.”

No one could ever say that Y/N wasn’t true to her word. Christmas Eve, she strolled right in to the Late Night Dine Right diner, clad in a bright green knit sweater with a plush puppy protruding out of it that barked when its nose was poked. Georgia was behind the counter pouring coffee for a patron, but she gave Y/N a wide grin and waved. “Have a seat, sweet pea! I’ll have Marcus start your burger!”

“Thanks, Miss Georgia!” Y/N called, spreading out her art supplies in front of her much like she had that first night half a decade ago. She flipped the pages until she got to a sketch she was working on, the jukebox that was perched in the corner of the diner. Her eyes flicked up to get a good look at the jukebox, and she couldn’t help but guffaw at the giant “NO ‘I’LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS’” sign.

Georgia set down a glass of water in front of her and smirked. “Ain’t had anyone try to be slick yet!”

“You’d set them straight anyway, Miss Georgia. I know you.”

The red head just laughed as she strode back behind the counter.

Y/N focused back on her sketch. The outside of the jukebox was easy because it was so large. The intricacies of the buttons and all the other details? That was another task entirely. She lost herself in the crisscross pattern of the speaker portion, making sure each hash mark was perfectly aligned and looked meticulous. It wasn’t until she paused that she heard the beginning of that song that had been banned for that day and that day only.

“I’ll be home for Christmas. You can count on me.”

Y/N’s head snapped up, her blue eyes glaring daggers into the head of the long-haired straggler looming over the jukebox. “Hey, asshole!” she hissed, rising from her seat. “Can’t you fucking read? The sign specifically says-”

Before she could continue her tirade, the stranger rotated on his heel. His lips curled up into a cocky, arrogant smirk at the woman who was chastising him just seconds before. His piercing caramel eyes made her breath hitch and her heart stop.

“Oh my god,” she breathed out incredulously. She almost couldn’t believe who was standing in front of her. Yet there he stood, in all of his super soldier glory. “Bucky?”

“Merry Christmas, doll.”

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