#i think would resonate w sam in some ways

[reanimatedgh0ul]

debating whether or not sam would watch this show kinda inclined to say yes tbh

[gwens-love]

Touching the Past

Summary: At Sam and Jay’s B&B, you meet Hetty, a ghost who’s missed the warmth of human connection. As you grow closer, you begin to wonder if there’s a way for her to feel truly alive again.

Warnings: none. (if you think there should be one please tell me)

Word count: 1.8k

~Hetty Woodstone x fem!reader~

Please don’t copy/steal or translate this work thanks

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“Hey there!” Sam called from the porch, her face lighting up as she waved. “So glad you could make it!”

“Wouldn’t miss it!” you replied, your heart swelling with joy. It had been too long since you last saw her, and you were excited to catch up with them.

As you entered the cozy foyer, the warmth enveloped you, and you greeted Jay, who was bustling around in the kitchen. After settling in, you spent some time sharing stories over cups of steaming coffee, laughter filling the room like sunlight. Yet, even in the comfort of their company, a pull drew you toward the upper floors, an energy that tingled with excitement.

After some time, you excused yourself, feeling the urge to explore the B&B. You had always seen ghosts, a gift that felt like both a blessing and a curse. It was your first time in this particular house, but you were eager to meet new spirits. As you wandered upstairs, your heart raced at the thought of what you might discover.

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In the dimly lit hallway, you were met with the figure of a woman, dressed in an elegant gown that shimmered in the soft light. She stood with a graceful poise, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Hello there,” she said, her voice smooth and inviting, laced with an enchanting tone. But fully intended to not be heard.

You blinked in surprise, a smile breaking across your face. You stick out your hand to shake “Um, hi! I didn’t expect to see anyone else here”

“Ah, but you can see me,” she said, a look of astonishment dancing across her features. “And you can touch me?”

“Yes isn’t that normal?” You question with a teasing smile. That was closer to a smirk.

“Yes, yes that would be normal if I wasn’t a ghost but as a matter of fact I am.” She said with her own smirk on display.

Tentatively, you reached out, your fingers brushing against Hetty’s. To your delight, warmth radiated from her, the connection igniting a spark of energy between you. “Yes! I didn’t think I would meet a ghost today.”

“I’m Hetty Woodstone,” she introduced herself with a flourish, her playful spirit shining through.

As you conversed, you quickly realized Hetty was not just any ghost. She was lively, witty, and charming, her laughter infectious

Hetty’s eyes widened slightly, and a shy smile crept onto her lips. “You know, I’ve never had anyone like you to share this with. It’s been so long since I’ve felt that kind of warmth.”

You could see a flicker of vulnerability in her gaze, and it stirred something deep within you. “What do you mean?” you asked gently, wanting her to open up.

She leaned closer, her fingers tracing patterns in the air between you. “When I was alive, I often took touch for granted. A simple hug, a friendly squeeze of the hand—it was all part of life. But now, as a ghost, I can’t experience that like I used to. When you touch me, it’s like a breath of fresh air, a connection to something real. It reminds me of who I was.”

Her words resonated in your heart. “That’s beautiful, Hetty. I can’t imagine what it must be like for you.”

Hetty’s gaze dropped to her hands, folded delicately in her lap. “I’ve watched so many people come and go in this house. Some stayed longer than others, and each brought their own stories, their own lives. But none of them… could see me. Well before Sam but it’s different. You’re different.” She lifted her eyes, a faint, vulnerable smile on her face. “And none of them could touch me.”

You found yourself reaching out, almost without thinking, your hand gently resting over hers. The warmth was surprising yet reassuring, like touching a part of yourself that had been long hidden. Hetty’s hand trembled slightly under yours, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let her fingers slowly curl around yours, as if savoring the sensation.

“Does it feel… strange?” you asked softly, afraid of breaking the delicate moment.

Hetty chuckled lightly, her fingers tracing circles against the back of your hand. “Strange, yes. But wonderful. Touch was such a simple thing in life, something I never appreciated as I should have. Now, each time I feel your hand, it’s like I’m discovering it all over again.”

Her gaze wandered to the window, the dying sunlight casting a soft glow over her features. “Even now, I feel like I’m breaking some law of existence. Ghosts aren’t meant to be touched… but with you, I can’t help myself.”

You felt your cheeks warm, her words affecting you in ways you hadn’t expected. “Hetty, I feel the same. It’s like fate brought us together.”

She let out a thoughtful sigh. “Perhaps it did. Perhaps it’s the universe’s way of showing me that there are still new things to experience, even after death.”

You smiled, squeezing her hand a little tighter. “I’d like to help you experience all of them.”

For a moment, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, simply holding hands and basking in the quiet magic of the connection between you. Then Hetty’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.

“Have you seen the washing machine here yet?” she asked with a smirk.

You laughed, taken aback by the sudden question. “I have. Why?”

She let out a dramatic sigh. “Ah, that infernal contraption! When it was first brought into the house, I was horrified. Such a vulgar device! But now… well, I suppose it’s grown on me. I even like to, ah… sit on it, from time to time.” She glanced away, but the corners of her mouth twitched with a smile. “You know, for a sensation of sorts.”

You stifled a laugh, trying to hide your grin. “So, you’ve found ways to enjoy the little things, even now?”

Hetty looked at you with a twinkle in her eye. “Indeed. If you’re willing, perhaps we could find even more ways to enjoy them… together.”

The invitation hung in the air, and you felt a flutter of excitement. Each moment with Hetty felt like the beginning of something magical, something that defied the rules of time and life.

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As the days passed, the connection between you and Hetty only grew stronger. You shared laughter, secrets, and moments that felt as real as any you’d known in life. She showed you her favorite spots around the house, from the attic where she’d once kept her finest dresses to the secret nook in the library where she would read late into the night.

But there was always a lingering shadow in her gaze, a quiet sadness she never voiced. One night, as you were lying in bed, you finally asked her about it.

“Hetty,” you murmured, your voice barely a whisper. “If you could be alive again… would you want that?”

She looked down, the flicker of candlelight casting shadows across her face. “I… I never thought it possible. But with you here, I find myself yearning for things I had long given up.”

The words hung between you, a wistful possibility neither of you dared to believe in.

“Maybe…” you began, hesitation in your voice, “maybe there’s a way. We could ask Samantha or Jay. Maybe the answer’s here, hidden somewhere in this house.”

Hetty’s eyes brightened with a glimmer of hope, and she reached out, taking your hands in hers. “If there’s even a chance… I would do anything. I would go to the ends of the earth if it meant being with you fully, if it meant having even one day by your side in the world of the living.”

And in that moment, a plan began to form between you. A plan to bridge the gap between life and death, to bring Hetty back to life so that you could experience together all the moments you’d dreamed of. Little did you know that this path would lead you into secrets far deeper—and far more dangerous—than you could ever have imagined.

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Fin <3

Okay I tried (got some help from a friend) et voilà.. I’m not going to make a habit out of this but I had an idea and needed to write it down. Also without that friend I wouldn’t be able to do anything so yeah. Like I said I’m not a storyteller. (My friend is tho hehehehe)

[verecunda]

Sooooo, for the Tolkien fandom, 8, 13 and 19, and for Aegnor/Andreth, 15, please! :D :D :D

Wooo, thank you! <3

Tolkien fandom:

8. ...a quote from it that means a lot to me.

SO MANY. But I'll go with this one:

And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn. And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin’s sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last.

This is one of those moments of the reviving of hope that Tolkien does so well (and boy howdy, are we all needing some hope right now): the dawn breaking and heralding the coming of the Riders to Gondor's aid. Rohan had come at last. *screams*

But the bit with the cockerel hits me deepest. I know most people quote the bit with Sam seeing Gil-Estel and thinking "that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach." And I love that, but even more, I love this bit about the cockerel: how, even down here on Earth, even amidst the chaos, the natural rhythms of life still go on. It's one I hold onto.

13. ...which canon or popular fanon relationship I can't stand or feel 'meh' about and why.

Russingon. My eyes virtually glazed over just typing the damn name. X'D I'm sorry, Russingon friends, but it must be the most boring ship in the whole fandom.

19. ...one behind-the-scenes trivia fact I've learned somewhere and my thoughts on it.

Hey!! Did you know that when Aragorn screams after kicking that helmet, it's really Viggo screaming because he *gunshot*

XDD

Okay, apart from that one, I'm going to choose Tolkien's own remarks from that letter to W. H. Auden on the development of LOTR:

But I met a lot of things on the way that astonished me. Tom Bombadil I knew already; but I had never been to Bree. Strider sitting in the corner at the inn was a shock, and I had no more idea who he was than had Frodo. The Mines of Moria had been a mere name; and of Lothlórien no word had reached my mortal ears till I came there. Far away I knew there were the Horse-lords on the confines of an ancient Kingdom of Men, but Fangorn forest was an unforeseen adventure. I had never heard of the House of Eorl nor of the Stewards of Gondor. Most disquieting of all, Saruman had never been revealed to me, and I was as mystified as Frodo at Gandalf’s failure to appear on September 22. I knew nothing of the Palantíri, though the moment the Orthanc-stone was cast from the window I recognized it, and knew the meaning of the 'rhyme of lore' that had been running in my mind: seven stars and seven stones and one white tree.

As a writer, I always find this incredibly heartening. Middle-earth feels like such a complete, convincing world, you could almost believe he had worked out the whole tapestry before he ever put pen to paper - but no! Tolkien discovered much of it as he went along, just as we all do. I like to remember this when I feel I'm just flailing around in the dark. :D

Aegnor/Andreth:

15. ...how I wish their story would go/would have gone.

Ha! Well, I love a good tragedy, so on that level, I'm quite happy with their canon story. It's perfectly heartbreaking: the unfulfilled love, the might-have-beens, the only too understandable motives that led to their parting, Aegnor's refusal to leave Mandos because he just won't have any interest in rejoining a world without Andreth... *sobbing*

Plus, once you're aware of their story, you can trace its resonances in the wider story of the First Age, too. Like, is it even possible that Finrod didn't think of them when Beren arrived in Nargothrond? Yes, he read the signs of his own doom coming up on him, but it's impossible to believe he didn't think, "I couldn't/wouldn't give my blessing to Aegnor and Andreth, but I can, I will, do this for Andreth's kinsman." They're part of that great tapestry of fate.

But on a purely soppy level, NO. NO IT'S NOT FAIR. THEY DESERVED BETTER. THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN TOGETHER. SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH YOUR HIGHER PURPOSES OF DOOM, FINROD!!!!

Personally, I'm choosing to stick with the fixit I wrote. Or the one where Caranthir is their unlikely saviour. XD

Fandom ask meme

[hilarychuff]

ok just for the heck of it some sansa/jonsa au casting ideas that are very much up for discussion bc i haven’t figured them out enough on my own to hoard privately to make into one of my au graphics or i just probably never will make it into an au graphic but think it’s a fun idea

just dumping A BUNCH of them under the break (like basically everyone except those i am hoarding for later/have more concrete ideas about that i might actually execute in some way) enjoy this peek into my google docs xoxoxox

13 going on 30 Jenna - sansa Matty - jon  Cat - margaery???? cersei???

Panic Heather - sansa (alayne) Lilly - robin Ray - jon Bishop - harry Natalie - myranda Dodge -

OR

Panic Heather - arya Ray - gendry? Bishop - gendry?   Natalie - sansa Dodge - jon Dodge’s sister - bran

Hocus pocus au max - jon Allison - sansa Dani - arya Thackery binx - aegon? (or brandon?) Emily binx - rhaenys? (or lyanna?) Winifred sanderson - cersei Mary sanderson - tyrion??? Lmao Sarah sanderson - jaime lmao

Big little lies Daenerys is Renata (or is Cersei Renata?? Would leave space for dany to be celeste) Margaery is Madeline Jeyne is Celeste?? Daenerys is Celeste?? Sansa is Jane?? Arya is bonnie??????

Timeless Sansa is the historian Jon is the military guy Ygritte is his dead ex Sam is the science guy Theon is the villain guy who later becomes the love interest

Dead to me Jen - arya (not cold but very firmly not warm, resting bitch face, might kill sansa but also might kill for sansa) Judy - sansa (bleeding heart, bad men, so much guilt, more than a little confessy when she’s wronged someone, potential to be kinda gay!) Ted - ???? Steve - harry hardyng? Littlefinger himself? Ramsay? Joffrey? Maybe joffrey works best? Ben - gendry (work if he’s joffrey’s “half-brother” or w/e)

Saved au Mary - sansa Cassandra - arya Roland - willas? Tyrion? Hilary Faye - Margaery? Cersei? Patrick - jon? Pastor skip - ned Mary-Louise Parker - catelyn Dean - loras? Theon? Mitch - renly? Robb? Tia - Veronica -

Don’t look under the bed Frances - sansa Darwin - bran after he falls/is pushed Albert - robb? Joann - jon with modifications so that he is a potential love interest at the end for sansa Larry - theon Zoe - margaery? Parents - ned and cat

Hunger games Katniss - jon tbh lmao Peeta - sansa Gale - ygritte? daenerys? Prim - arya? Or does it have to be bran/rickon since jon is a boy?? Maybe it’s not a boy/girl tribute thing maybe it’s just any two tributes Haymitch - tyrion? Dontos? Mance rayder? Wyman manderly? Thoughts to be thunk here with who would be in what district if we want to really get crazy Effie - varys lmfao???? Finnick - jaime lannister Johanna - daenerys? Ooooh but could be brienne if you leaned into it maybe President snow - mad king aerys? Beetee - tyrion? Rue - satin?

Grease Sandy - sansa Danny - jon Kenickie - tormund? Mance? Roger - sam Other greasers - pyp, grenn, etc Rizzo - ygritte Frenchy - gilly? Val? Idk ygritte for rizzo is really the only one that resonates i just love grease Fuck actually ygritte as the rizzo to sansa’s sandy is so good that this is worth giving some more thought The wall boys are such lil fucking nerds that they feel right for the delinquent greasers, too Although lbr jon is more of an alfalfa in the he-man woman haters’ club than he is a danny zucko Theon is more of a danny zucko but i don’t know if i want this for theonsa Anyway sansa’s whole family moved and robb is now doing athlete shit with whoever that athlete sandy briefly dates is (harry hardyng?) Is chacha val?????? Maybe arya falls in with the pink ladies first and then sansa gets sort of reluctantly dragged along Arya sings sandra dee at first and then when rizzo starts to join in she’s like wait only i get to make fun of sansa

Mama mia Meryl streep - sansa Pierce brosnan - jon Swedish guy - theon Colin firth - loras tyrell Christine baranski - margaery tyrell Other friend - jeyne poole LMFAO catelyn as cher i just cackled why is that so funny even though it doesn’t make sense

Harry Potter Sirius - jon James - Robb Lily - Jeyne westerling (except is she maybe more of a james figure politically) Petunia (but nice) - sansa Peter - theon Remus - samwell Tarly Vernon (but just dating) - Harry Hardyng Madame hooch - arya Weasleys - sam and gilly

New girl Jess - sansa Cece - margaery Nick - jon Schmidt - robb Winston - theon

10th kingdom Virginia - sansa The wolf - jon Jon larroquette - ned

Goodbye earl Maryanne - sansa Wanda - jeyne Earl - ramsay

Bring it on (for the gays) Torrance - sansa Torrance’s lil brother - arya Big red - margaery // cersei? The clovers - the sand snakes Missy - mya stone? // margaery? Cliff - gendry // willas/loras? Aaron - daenerys

Teenage bounty hunters Sterling - sansa Blair - arya Debbie - cat Dana - lysa Bowser - the hound?

Buffy the vampire slayer Buffy - arya Cordelia - sansa Willow - bran Xander - jon Angel - gendry Amy - jojen (or is jojen tara?) Dawn - rickon (robb is already away at college?)

[unalivejournal]

u mentioned only reading kripke era fic do you have a reclist 👀👀👀and if not could you link some of ur faves cuz the stuff that gets circulated the most right now is all like late late seasons fic and kripke era is my favorite too but im having trouble finding that many fics for it or even seasons 6-10 era which im fine with also. its just that like. the last five seasons were so bad that it makes fic generally worse too because people have to jump off of just Thee stupidest plot choices no matter how good their prose skills might be. but anyway yea if u have recs that would be awesome :)

hi anon i was thinking abt making a reclist and u just gave me the perfect excuse thank u

jess adamilligan’s kripke era fic recs

from making this ive learned that i never bookmark ANYTHING. sorry all of these r like….. 10k and under. i DO read longer fic but i don’t have any kripke era longfics bookmarked & tbh i prefer short oneshots

season one gen

disclaimer because it’s unfortunately needed: NONE of these are w*ncest! they’re all completely tagged as gen and i did not read them with the intent of consuming ship content.

Coaster Park by fogsrollingin, 10.4k, G, gen

Coaster Park had been experiencing an unusually high frequency of technical difficulties. Dean wouldn't have pulled a shift treating nauseated, heat-stroked, or dehydrated park-goers for that if he could've helped it, but when 'technical difficulties' were accompanied by rumors of things moving and stopping on their own in front of the operators' eyes, Dean had to throw down.

No historical tragedies or disasters in the area, ectoplasm, or EMF. Dean's only lead was a battered-looking kid that'd been coming to the park every day since it'd all started.

really interesting au fic! slightly ‘it’s a terrible life’. dean winchester is a hunter/EMT and sam wesson is a college kid destined to die on a roller coaster ride.

two basic motivating forces by sahwen, 7.8k, T, gen

He can’t cry, it’s not allowed; even as a child he was hushed into silence, whether his tears were from a long car ride or a late night or a raging fever. It’s never been an option, it’s never been an available outlet, and it’s not about to start being one just because he’s having an emotional breakdown on the bathroom floor.

Sam isn't only afraid of clowns.

BIG emetophobia tw (both for graphic depictions of nausea/vomiting and for the fact that this fic is about sam suffering from emetophobia) for this one but it’s my favorite sickfic. portrays anxiety over getting sick really well and is a fascinating examination of the different ways that sam’s fear of loss of control can manifest itself. also has lovely brothers content <3

Let’s Start at the Very Beginning (Remix of Just as Easy as 123) by nwspaprtaxis, 4k, T, gen

Dean’s functionally illiterate and Sam’s determined to remedy it...

PLEASE READ THIS ONE god it’s so sweet. dean never learned how to read properly due to his nomadic childhood and sam teaches him how.

dean/cas

Broadway Musical by Griftings, 9k, M, m/m

This is the day that marked the Holy and Blessed Union of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle.

The merging of prominent bloodlines is always a grand occurrence, but breeding pedigree hunter families like Winchester and Harvelle is something to be rejoiced. It is also something to be meticulously planned, which thankfully the Host is very good at.

Or, the romantic comedy where Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle are destined to get married, Castiel is given the task of playing matchmaker and fails terribly, the entire Heavenly Host becomes a sitcom audience, God warns against male pregnancy, and Jimmy Novak is incredibly unimpressed with angels in general.

somewhat of a fandom classic and the humor holds up wonderfully. a very silly fic completed with commentary from angel radio throughout the entire thing.

Sappiest Season by dollsome, 2.7k, G, m/m

In which Dean and Cas have to stop an evil Christmas tree (like you do), and it requires a little fake couple action.

hilarious little s5ish fic. one of the first i read when getting back into spn. i don’t want to spoil anything but this is my favorite pick me up and i still giggle randomly whenever i think about it

The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester by tuesday

Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this.

another fandom classic. ik this one is recced a lot but how could i NOT include it. dean and cas get married (mostly by accident) and they’re huge cunts about it

the one thing in the galaxy god didn't have his eyes on by prufrock, 2.4k, T, gen + m/m

“Wait,” Dean says. “Let me get this right. You can fly, right—you can teleport—but you can’t drive a car?”

or, after the events of S5E03 "Free to Be You and Me," Dean teaches Cas to drive. Cas finds it stressful

im always a sucker for a good ftbyam fic. also i can’t drive so. resonation

So Says The Sword by komodobits, 85k, E, m/m

The briefing was simple: ‘Stand guard over the Michael Sword until the battle is ready to commence. Await further instructions.’

Castiel doesn’t mind working security duty; he was briefed shortly after the initial salvation of the Sword from the pit, and again before taking up his position. He knows what to do. However, it’s easy to forget that the green room isn’t real. Time moves differently there, the space ever-changing to make a prison of mountains, cathedrals, salt flats, orchards, and whatever Castiel was led to believe about Heaven’s greatest weapon—Dean Winchester is something entirely unexpected.

NO introduction neede. i think everyone on spntumblr has read this already but still. if you haven’t then i am demanding that you read it NOW. tbh i’m just adding this one so that i have at least one long fic here 😭

the weight by @myaimistrue, 3.5k, T, gen + m/m

“Do you…” Bobby sighs. “Listen, Dean, do you have something you wanna tell me?”

It’s the conversational equivalent of being punched in the stomach.

Or, Dean works through some things with Bobby's help.

WHEN I SAW THE USERNAME I GASPED I HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS U. anyway i Love coming out fics idk why i just do. the world is ending and dean comes out to bobby

canticles by 2street2car, 10.3k, T, m/m

“But you know something? If I couldn’t get you laid, at least I gave you a good first date.”

feat: footsies at a Ruby Tuesday, stargazing, the recreation of an iconic "Dirty Dancing" scene (no, not that one—the other one), and practicing for When You're With A Girl.

another ftbyam fic that skepticalfrog (i believe?) recommended a while back. made me feel at least 28 new emotions

Epilogue by JayneL, 28k, E, m/m

Bobby is here, swearing somewhere above and behind him; and Dean is here, talking about 2014 like it's a foreign country; and Sam is here, and is not Lucifer. Which means-- Bobby is here, swearing somewhere above and behind him; and Dean is here, talking about 2014 like it's a foreign country; and Sam is here, and is not Lucifer. Which means--

Cas is no longer when he was. Lucifer sent him back.

Coda to 'The End'.

2014 cas gets sent back to 2009, feelings ensue etc. i don’t remember all the details of this one bc it’s been a while but it’s really good

bonus

currently reading

Fragile As We Lie by perilously, 11k, E, f/f

Dragging Bela Talbot out of perdition isn't so much a decision as it is a frantic choice based on gut instinct. Her soul is bright, if fractured, and Anna yearns to do good again after the perversion of free will that immediately preceded her death.

Bela's no ordinary human, though; she's prickly and damaged and beautiful, and Anna doesn't want to leave her side. So maybe they can figure out how to navigate post-resurrection, post-Apocalypse-that-wasn't Earth together.

[planet4546b]

can't remember if i asked this before but (whenever u have time) i would love to hear about the world beyond present-day continental u.s. in s/n ?? idk if you've thought much about that tho lmao (also gotta be honest that screenshot u posted once of one of ur discord notes that's like "the astronaut's mission control moved so they couldn't communicate w them anymore and they died in orbit". extremely fucked up i am in love with the concept) <3

omg yeah of course!!!! to be TOTALLY honest i havent actually done a lot of thinking about it outside of the most vague ideas and its something i would want to do a LOT more research to be able to talk about confidently, but also would be so much fun to develop one day tbh!!! what i can say are some general rules of the worldbuilding that would affect what the rest of the world at this time looks like:

the nature of the resonance is that it's an apocalypse that is neither hugely destructive of infrastructure or particularly deadly. the reason that in the continental us most large cities are nearly completely uninhabitable is because of how the spire placement sort of worked out, which is different in the rest of the world - so there are probably at least some places where cities and infrastructure are still mostly standing, and are still inhabited!! (i actually really like the idea of just an absolutely MASSIVE city out there somewhere - the original city was preserved, and then everyone in the surrounding area just started going there because it was safest so now it's just a single city the size of like conneticut)

complete and utter randomness is the name of the game, down to a geographical level (ie. the ocean in the middle of the us lol), so pretty much anything goes. lakes, rivers, mountains, even things like climate and weather are likely to be COMPLETELY unexpected and fairly fluid until a spire is established. once a spire is established, it'll stabilize one way or another, but there are new mountain ranges in places made of strange stones, places once divided by rivers that are now next to each other, whole forests full of prehistoric plants, new cities that are originally from other worlds, etc. borders in many places (but likely not universally) become pretty meaningless, and thats only IF you're in a place that attempts to/is stable enough to try to define itself as a country at all

spires are found around the world, and the sort of worldbuilding rule for their placement is that spires are often found at 'liminal' spaces or spaces specifically associated with travel (in the continental us, it's SPECIFICALLY airports). spires are, for whatever reason, responsive to a sort of collective understanding of what places could be definied as liminal for different communities, so this rule changes around the world but there will always be at least SOME spires. how people use the spires changes too - again, i would want to put a lot more thought into exactly how spires are used worldwide, but it's fairly universal that people figure out how spires can make things more stable and can use that in SOME way, but it's not always 'put a radio observer at the top of one and see what happens' (this is the reason that the spire network that sam is a part of isn't particularly connected to other people on other spires around the world, because they're just used in different ways). maybe people build cities straight into the stone of the spire, maybe they have digital equipment recording from the top that people log, maybe they have a sort of reverse thing where people on the ground stand close enough to the spire and observe it, maybe they anchor it in place physically to their community with something meaningful - the rules of this world and how spires work are loose enough that all of these things and more would work in some way!!!

travel without the protection of a spire is INCREDIBLY dangerous. the rules of spire placement above mean that the only place on the planet that truly will have NO spires present is the open ocean (the morganic is a pretty big exception because it's a sea that wasn't always there, and travel across it is still INCREDIBLY difficult), so there is next to no travel/communication between places divided by more than like, 100-200 miles of water. along with changing geographical features, it's spire placement that will determine what other travel is possible, and where and what communities are able to be in contact. this isn't a hard and fast rule!!! technology to negate the dangers of traveling outside of a spire's range exists, so if you're in a place that has developed this technology, travel looks entirely different, in an entirely different set of ways (is it a series of radio beacons and checkpoints across an expanse that still has to be walked across? is it a train that by moving along a single path every day stabilizes the world around it? is it ships that move in fleets around a central ship that somehow protects them? is it people moving in large enough groups that the sheer number of them begins to act like a mobile spire, a huge fleet of observers that can therefore stabalize the world? careful journey planning? extensive mapmaking? lots and lots of options!) BUT the range of spires still shapes the HISTORY of places and their interactions in a huge way

technology is difficult to use both becuase of collapsing infrastructure and because technology very often just sort of acts unpredictably (it's better within the range of a spire, but still not completely reliable). for this reason, access to and development of technology is HUGELY variable, and the sort of radio age that the continental us is in is by no means a universal thing (this is why somewhere out there there's a space program even though the cities we know are just getting electric light). it's also pretty dependent on access to knowledge, how knowledge is preserved, and if those places are accessible (are libraries/colleges/reserach hubs/etc in safe areas? is it important enough to a society to try to reach them anyways?). and also it can and should get WEIRD. cities powered by impossible perpetual motion machines and probability engines and communication through other universes and wifi through light etc. the world no longer works by our rules, so the technology doesnt either!!

while a large amount of societal/governmental collapse happens after the resonance, cultural collapse ABSOLUTELY does not, and cultural traditions familiar to our wold persist alongside new ones. as an example, in the areas of the continental us that ive developed, there are a handful of new religions, but existing religions are ALSO still around, and you'll find churches, mosques, and synagogues in pretty much every major city - this theory and concept carries over pretty much everywhere!!

as an overall, final rule places in this world very very often look unrecognizable at a surface level - new technologies, new cities, new mountains, new structures of society and types of government, new names for things, new environments, new animals and plants, new fashion and architecture and art - but are rooted in the familiar, and should still, in some way, feel familiar, homey, and recognizably human in one way or another to the viewer. this has been my overall goal in the worldbuilding ive done for the cities i have made, and is the single most important guiding factor for worldbuilding in general!!!!

which is an incredibly, incredibly long answer for me to essentially say 'i dont know' but still. what i love most about worldbuilding is just going absolutely ham within a loose set of rules so if i end up developing places outside the continent s/n is on it would get SO weird and SO fun!!! thanks for the question as always love you <33

[dastardlydandelion]

what fic ideas are you MOST EXCITED to write (hopefully. maybe. if we're lucky) for Fear Street? what ideas do you want to see, but don't feel up to writing for one reason or another i.e. too much research involved, not the right genre for you, etc.

ahhhh!!! shiit, dude. i'm gonna answer this under the cut bc some of it's nasty, ngl.

i would rly like to write the ruby movie u know we're prolly not gonna get but ngl, that would defo take a shit ton of research. that would take me forever and i am already buried in wip.

obvi i'm only attached to like 10 versions where both berman sisters survive. that's already been written a couple times tho. i'm p busy rn so i haven't read those fics yet, but oof!! they're defo on my list!!!! i'd be p excited to write that if i had a version that was distinct enough...which ig i'll know after i read the existing ones.

ziggy getting killed by ruby. u know me and my gory sensibilities. i also think it'd be a neat angle, since another user on here pointed out, she's p close with ruby's mom.

pre-1978 cindy/alice having a rly mean and brutal argument that evolves into angry + angsty sex.

ziggy/sheila gritted teeth enemies to lovers where they team up against nick, torture him to death, and then have passionate sex on top of his dead body. it's gross, yes, i'm a gorror fan, i am gross sometimes. i'm thinking in this 'verse somehow ziggy figures out it was nick summoning the devil and this time, sheila's ass is actually grateful that ziggy saves her. she body worships ziggy during sex and submits to some srs spanking and erotic sadism to apologize for being a bully. this fic would be total porn. nothin deep, just porn for porn's sake.

super angsty fic where one berman sister has to kill the other. i'm thinkin they both survived nightwing 1978 where tommy is still the killer but later, after being rejected by ziggy, nick purposefully picks cindy's name to hurt her. soo cindy gets possessed and ziggy gotta kill her. maybe resuscitation is successful tho, soo no bummer ending? idk. i have a couple different versions in my brain. i'm not *usually* one for downer endings, but also, grief oriented horror resonate big w me, so.

lighter platonic fic of ziggy + nurse lane bonding. ziggy venting her frustrations of being ignored and snubbed by her older sister and bullied by her peers. mary finding solace in the company of a young girl bc her own is gone and her grieving process is complicated by the circumstances.

day in the life of martin at work. housekeeping and custodian-ing are not identical and his position involves more maintenance work than mine (not that mine has none, esp not at my old place where they p much called me for any maintenance nonsense whenevs the actual maintenance guy was ??? well idfk where he was, i stg that guy was hungover half the time) but it's p similar in certain aspects and i 10/10 guarantee that man has seen some shit. literally. martin hanging out with ziggy after long day at work, maybe they go dance on nick's grave or smth.

yes, i keep returning to the idea of alice being the killer in nightwing and running wild with a chainsaw. i just. see it. and yk me, i love my gory messes. chainsaw camp slasher = big bloody mess.

hmm...not much for deena or sam in my mind rn, so u'd think that means i don't like them but it's honestly just the opposite?? i love them and their story was so perfectly done in the canon proper that i don't feel any need to add onto it or explore it from another angle, or alter it for my own purposes. tbvh i feel fully satisfied with their narrative in canon in such a way it brings me inner peace...but if i think long enough, i'm sure i'll come up with some kinda au for them i'd be interested in.

whew!! what one am i *most* excited for? pervy me rly wants the alice/cindy idea, sensible me would be excited to write the 1978 sequel where cindy's the next killer. in an ideal world where i already knew more abt errday life in the 60s and didn't have a guaranteed 10+ hrs of research before proceeding, i'd be most excited abt writing ruby lane's possession. but at present the sheer amnt of research that would take me when i've already got much other work and the tory + max werewolf fic a perfect but demanding undertaking, like...oof. i can't rn.

[knittingdreams]

Fireheart - Chapter 8

Okay, let’s quickly give you all the links to the previous chapter while I *cof cof* work on a *cof* masterlist :D

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7

If you’re new to this story, Fireheart is a HS AU from the TOG saga. (I love and hate abbreviations so much, lol) It’s centered around Celaena joining High School when she’s 17, to try and find clues on who killed her parents. 

Sam (my baby, my love, my little beam) has a lot of protagonism in this story, and you’ll see his POV quiet often (like on this chapter, yayyy)

WARING: Almost every chapter will have physical violence and blood. I will do my best to remember and add other pertinent warnings on each chapter (sorry if I don’t, I’m still pretty new to publishing my work and sometimes forget about this things. Don’t hesitate to let me know if I forget, so I can make sure to add them up and save any readers a bad time, which is the last thing I want <3 I want my writing to entertain you, sometimes to break your heart a little, but only to fill it back up with mushy feelings afterwards n_n)

On the last chapter.... We left Celaena in the office, the door knob slowly twisting....

CHAPTER 8

A thanks would do

The dance floor was still packed, the same as it had been since the start of the night. People came and went, but the crowd never diminished. Sam had been dancing to the side of the room for a while, trying to talk with as many people as possible while keeping an eye on Celaena. He hadn’t been surprised when he saw her walking up the marble stairs, and had made sure to start a counter on his wristwatch. 

It was sitting on eleven minutes when Sam started to get fidgety and walked closer to the stairs’ landing while dancing with a girl called Ansel. She was so incredibly full of energy; Sam was almost struggling to keep up. 

“This party is lit!” The girl said as she raised her arms in the air and started spinning around in circles.

Sam used the distraction to leave the girl behind and move closer to the stair, casually lingering around the landing while fake sipping from an empty plastic cup. By the twelfth minute Chaol Westfall, the one he had learned to be Dorian’s best friend, headed up the stairs. He waited until the guy was almost to the top before he rushed up on silent feet. The staircase ended up in a long hallway stretching to the right, and a dead-end to the left. Sam peeked through the corner, watching Chaol walk halfway across the hallway and stop in front of a door. His hand sat on the knob for a moment before he looked to the side, towards the end of the hall, and kept walking.

“For fucks sake,” Sam murmured under his breath.

He tiptoed the first half of the hallway and once he was there, Chaol’s hand on the knob of the last door, he purposely tripped with the carpet and cursed out loud. Chaol almost jumped up as he turned around, his brows tightly knit together.

“What are you doing here?” The student president asked in a stern voice.

“So- So sorry, mate,” Sam half slurred. “They-Someone… told me there was a- agh- toilet up here,” he finished as he scratched the back of his neck, holding himself against the wall with one hand.

“You shouldn’t be up here,” Chaol said as he walked towards him. “There’s a bathroom downstairs you can use.”

“There was a - agh - really long - que… queue,” he finished as he stretched an arm and rested it on Chaol’s shoulder for extra support. “I’m really... busting.”

“Come here, I’ll show you the way to the secret bathroom out back, Dorian will kill you if you puke up here,” he continued. “He will get the place professionally cleaned up before his father is back in town, but still, he hates when people sneak up.” Chaol kept talking almost to himself as he walked Sam down the hall and towards the stairs. 

Sam looked back just in time to see Celaena peeking through the door before they turned the corner.

“You owe me,” he said under his breath, low enough for his voice to be lost under the music that was already reaching them from below.

***

All everybody was talking about on Monday morning was how amazing Dorian’s party had been. But all Sam could think about, was how close of a call it had been. He was sure Celaena had a plan B and could have gotten out of it, but any kind of suspicion could have ruined her plan. They were lucky no one had found anything out, and Celaena had shown back in the middle of the dance floor minutes later, dancing around as if she had never left.

He hadn't told Arobynn about the incident, he was too scared he would have scolded Celaena for being careless and almost getting caught. He was risking his neck by keeping that information to himself, but it was worth the risk. And obviously, Celaena hadn’t thanked him for the help. She hadn’t even spoken a word to him since the party.

Once lunchtime came over, Sam was feeling restless after thinking for so long. He needed something to do, he was probably just not used to the quietness. He had had a really busy weekend training for the fights to come, and sitting still wasn’t resonating with him. The tournament was set to start in a month, but he had a fight on the weekend to win his place in the competition, which meant he had trained hard, his muscles still aching from the strain he had caused his body.

He looked up at Celaena, who was eating her lunch with the exchange student again before he decided to go for a walk. He hung his bag from his shoulder and started circulating the hallways, pretending to be mindlessly walking while he tried to catch on anything unusual. He hadn’t studied the building as much as Celaena had, and he was always glad for any spare time to get to know the place better.

The halls were almost deserted and fairly quiet, which was probably why he heard the soft sobs coming from one of the classrooms. He headed straight towards the sound, opening the door slowly and finding a girl with her head hidden between her arms. All he could see was a mass of dark brown hair spilled onto the desktop. 

“Are you okay?” He asked as he approached the crying girl, carefully placing a hand on her forearm.

As the girl looked up, her emerald eyes made Sam’s gut twist at the sadness behind them. Her eyes were red-rimmed, with tears pooling in the corners. She looked puzzled for a moment, as if unsure of what to say.

“I’ll be alright,” she said in a small voice. “Just… leave me alone, I didn’t think anybody would find me here.” She turned around, hiding her face between her arms again.

Unsure of how to proceed, Sam sat on the floor next to her, his legs crossed.

“I think I’ll stick around in case you want to talk to someone, I promise I won’t bother you, but you shouldn’t be alone while you’re in pain,” he said. “I’ll be quiet,” he added.

She looked down at him with fresh tears running down her cheeks. “Why would you do this? You don’t even know me,” she said between quiet sobs.

“I don’t need to know you in order to care, Lysandra,” he said. She didn’t seem surprised that he knew her name, but why would she? Everybody in school knew who she was.

“Sorry, I don’t even know your name,” she said as she wiped her tears and tried to smile a little.

“I’m Sam, Sam Cortland.” He extended his hand, and Lysandra shook it with a chuckle.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“You’re distressed, I know I would like someone to be by my side if I was in your position, so here I am. I can listen to what’s troubling you, or I can just sit here in silence. If you like it better, we can chat about the weather or any other non-important matters to keep your mind off whatever is troubling you,” he offered.

Lysandra wiped the remaining tears with the palm of her hand, seeming calmer after Sam’s little monologue. She took out a small mirror from her bag and opened it up. 

“Don’t think I’m superficial, but I rather people not notice I’ve been crying,” she explained as she fixed her makeup, adding some mascara and then concealer under her eyes.

“Here, look at me,” Sam said as he pushed her chin lightly to make her look his way. “Hmmm, I can’t even tell, your eyes look brighter if that’s even possible, but you look as good as you do every day,” he concluded with a smile as he let go of her chin and stood up, offering her a hand. “Would you like to head back to the cafeteria?”

Lysandra accepted his hand to get to her feet but shook her head in denial. She smiled warmly at him for a moment, and then looked down to her feet.

“That would only lead to trouble, and the bell is probably about to ring. I’ll head straight to my next class, but thank you, Sam Cortland,” she looked up as she said his name, and started to walk towards the door.

“I’m always here to help,” Sam said as he followed her towards the door.

Lysandra walked through the threshold and turned left almost at the same time that Sam went out the door barely a step behind her, and turned the other direction. He was watching the girl walk away, and didn’t notice the small group of people coming back from the cafeteria already, making him bump straight into someone’s chest.

“Sorry,” he muttered as he took a step back and looked up.

“Look where you’re going, you fucking newby!” The guy he had bumped into said. Sam took an extra step back, feeling the angry energy that was emanating from the guy. He knew his kind, and he could tell anything he said would be used as an excuse to start a fight. 

There were already a few curious eyes looking their way, making him confirm his suspicions that the guy meant trouble.

“Sorry mate, my bad,” Sam said with his palms raised, trying to look smaller than he was as he rounded his shoulders inwards.

The guy standing in front of him took a step forward. He wasn’t taller than Sam, maybe even an inch shorter, but as the guy cracked his knuckles, Sam realized he wasn’t alone. Two taller guys were towering behind the first one, keeping watch.

“What were you doing, getting out of a room with a taken girl?” The bully said loud enough for the whole hall to hear as he pointed at Lysandra as if looking for an excuse to get mad at him. Sam looked over his shoulder and found the girl frozen in place only a few steps behind him.

“Leave her out of this,” Sam said, taking a protective step forward. “She’s got nothing to do with whatever is going on here.” He pointed to the narrow gap in between them. 

The guy closed that gap, grabbing a fist full of Sam’s shirt by its collar. He ran his other hand through his short black hair as a chuckle escaped his lips and his equally dark eyes bored into Sam’s golden ones. 

“What is going on here, is that you're about to get a black eye for being a smart ass,” he spat on his face.

“Look, mate,” Sam said with his hands still lifted in front of him, showing his palms. “I don’t even know you, sorry I bumped into you. Now, let’s just be mature about this and move on.” He smiled then, and he knew straight away that was the wrong thing to do. He knew the type all too well, the guy in front of him was going to have his head just for existing, just because he could feel a different vibe coming out of him; just because he felt threatened. 

He wished he could explain he was no competition to him.

“I’m Rourke,” the guy said with a grin. “And now that we know each other, junior, let’s teach you a lesson.”

Before Sam could even blink, Rourke’s fist collided against his jaw.

I’m so sorry my baby bean Sam T_T I love you! <3

Isn’t he the most adorable thing?? <3

[sarcastic-space-gal]

Devil’s Son

Pairing: Jack Kline x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 1460

Warnings: Arguing? Sweet Jack.

Request: Supernatural request! you and jack have been in a relationship for a while and have decided to keep it a secret because you know dean wouldn’t approve...ya know considering how he’s the antichrist and could accidentally kill you.... dean and Sam catch you two in a compromising position and dean is super mad but ends up having a talk with both of you because you’re both really important to him.

A/N: I’M BAAACK! This is my first Supernatural request i’m soo excited! I hope you enjoy it, feedback is always appreciated! xo xo

“Stop please! Jack! Please!” your laugh echoed in the bunker, your eyes welled with tears.

You were regretting so fudging much to let Jack discover what was tickling. And now you were at his mercy. No pity at all, trying to save yourself near the pillows of the sofa where you two were laying.

Your brothers were out for a hunt and you two were enjoying some time together, knowing that you would go unseen.

His hands quickly run on your stomach, in the crook of your neck, your feet, as your laugh became more and more loud.

He was smiling biting his lower lip in a playful expression, when he finally stopped, living you with a red face, teary eyes and your arms clutched around your you to protect yourself from any other possible attack.

“How is it possible?” he asked laughing “I think i’ll never understand humans completely”

“Well, you should ask your human half, i’m sure you’ll find some answers” you said wiping away the remaining tears on your cheeks.

Jack’s mind started drifting. How strongly, how deeply happy he would have been if he would have ever had the chance to know his mother… Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when he was alone, or whenever he felt lost and sad he could almost feel it: a gentle, warm and soft touch of his mother’s hand on his face. Concern would wash away as he would feel engulfed by this blissful sensation of peace and love. He wished so bad to be able to see her, to feel her, just one last time.

“Hey? Are you ok?” you asked softly, your eyes wide and deep were locked on him.

Jack turned his face slowly with parted lips, but as soon as he saw your eyes and looked into them, his lips curved in a soft smile.

“Yeah” he said, so gently it was just a whisper.

Surely he could not see his mother, but ever since he was born you had such a lovely attitude towards him, even if you couldn’t say the same thing for your brothers… You always tried to reassure him that you didn’t had a very easy life, and almost everytime this kind of things got worse and worse. Their reaction was just drove by experience, very painful ones.

But you were different. In everything. You manners, your smiles, your helpful words. Jack didn’t know the meaning of love before he felt it for someone. For you.

At first he didn’t realize it, and how could he?

Imagine coming into this world, skipping years and years of experiences, lessons, words. He knew nothing. The only thing he knew was that when he was around you he felt different.

It started with this odd sensation in his stomach. Then it came the blushing. Then the hammering heart when you made eye contact. Then the desire. For the last one, he didn’t know much about it, he would follow his sensations and learn from them as time went by.

For now, you two agreed it was better for everyone to just keep it secret, mostly for the possible reaction of your brothers.

“Thinking about something?” you asked leaning towards him.

“Oh yeah” he stated simply.

“And what is it?”

“This”

He crawled slowly towards you, your cheeks went on fire already. He was now on top of you, kissing your lips with passion. Your hand went istinctively to his face and back. The kiss deepen even more.

“WHAT THE HELL?”

You knew far too well that voice.

Jack and you looked up to the door and your eyes went wide with surprise and...horror. You jumped up from the couch and looked at your brother.

“Dean?” you two said.

“What is it, is something happened?” Sam came rushing in, thinking something bad had happened. Well, that ‘something’ happened, and it was very bad.

“Oh i hope something didn’t happen or i swear” Dean marked every word while quickly running down the metal stairs, with his bag still on his shoulder.

“Y/n w-what are you doing?” Sam was now near his brother. They looked angry. No, not angry. That was pure wrath drawn on their features.

“I swear i will kill you both” Dean continued. You knew this was only the beginning.

“We did nothing wrong Dee” you said trying to ease his anger.

“Don’t ‘Dee’ me, you know what i think about all this situation and what do you do when we go out for a hunt? You make out with the Antichrist?!”

Jack looked confused and concerned but decided to stay silent. That was probably the right option in that moment.

“Dean that’s probably not what it seems”

“Sam, it’s exactly how it seems”

“Dee please”

“NO! I won’t let my little sister near you!”

Dean face was clouded by anger, his jaw clenched, you could almost see fire in his eyes. Sam on the other hand was more confused and frustrated.

There was a pause. No one dared to say something. When you finally started catching your breath to speak, Dean was ready to respond without letting you say a word.

“I don’t know what happened exactly between you two, but i’ll make this very clear, i don’t care” his voice was like a growl “you and Jack can’t go on with this”

“Dee he is not like you depict him, he is not the Antichrist! He is sweet and kind an-”

“And can smite Angels, Demons, has Archangel’s powers, and above all: he is the Devil’s son.”

Your eyes started watering but you quickly looked down. You wouldn’t cry, and you didn’t.

“Dean we saw how he act around her, we both noticed” Sam opened his hands looking at his brother.

“Have you ever tried to speak to him? Do you know what is his favorite dish? His favorite color? How does he feels? I did. I do. You should know him better before stating those horrible things. Yeah, he is the Devil’s son. And? He ran out killing everyone or taking your souls in order to drag them down to the gates of hell? He didn’t. He helped us, and he is willing to learn more and more about us, about humans and about his powers and how to control them. He treated me like no other boy did in my life. He’s kind, thoughtful, lovely. He would never hurt me. Or everyone of us” you stated looking Dean right in his eyes.

“That means nothing he is what he is”

Dean stormed out of the room as Sam left out a heavy sigh.

“Let him be, he will change his mind don’t worry” he said putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder, rubbing up and down your shoulder blade.

“I hope so” you said with a sad smile.

You were washing the dishes that night with Jack, when Dean entered silently.

“Sit down, please” he said with a sigh.

You two took a sit sharing a look at each other. Sam appeared in the back and leaned on the door frame but without stepping in. He just wanted to assist you two in case of another rant.

He stayed silent for a bit while looking at you two.

“Dean i just want to say something.”

“Go on” he urged him.

“I didn’t know what was love. What was its meaning, what was like to love someone. But i understood when i saw y/n for the first time. He is everything i have in this world and the last thing i would do is hurt her, in any way. She’s the best thing i ever had and the best thing i’ll ever have. Please don’t tear us apart”

“Kid, i won’t”

You two shared a an excited look.

“Listen, i said horrible things before, i-i’m sorry for that. You know that you two mean a lot to me. But i swear” Dean pointed a finger towards Jack.

“I swear, that if you ever hurt her, i won’t hesitate. I’ll kill you” he said dead serious.

Sam on the back laughed a bit as you left out a big sigh. Relief washing awayyour fears.

“Oh i know” Jack responded.

“Thank you Dee” you stood up and hugged your brother.

“I love you y/n”

“I love you too Dee” 

“Well now there is only one more thing to do” Sam stated with a misterious smirk on his face.

“Oh yes.” Dean’s lips curved in a smirk looking behind to him and releasing the embrace.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked.

“Castiel?” they both prayed.

A soft sound of wings resonated in the bunker as Castiel appeared with his simple and soft smile.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Oh we think you should introduce Jack to something… you know the story of the bee and the flower?” Sam and Dean explained to him while heading towards Jack’s bedroom.

“WHAT” you shouted in horror.

[samshogwarts]

Fluff Alphabet Charlie x Samantha Edition

First: Thank you @carewyncromwell and @mizutoyama for tagging me! This fluff Alphabet is so cute and I just realise I never really post much Details about Charlie x Samantha! Let´s change this!

And because this post is super long again, I put it under a line.

A: Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

For Charlie: In the first Way it´s Samanthas Character. She is a “Ravendore”. Brave and adventurous, but also smart and have a unsual point of view.The Adventure comes with her. And to be honest, I think he even like the fact, that Samantha is a half-Vampire. She can get sharp Theeth, can be dangerous for  humans...just like a DRAGON! From the physical point of view he loves her unnatural green eyes. And yaeh, she simple look good.

For Samantha: Its the Way he treated her! He was the fist one who know about her Vampireside, her past, her problems and her family and simple don´t care. He cares about her true personality and even like it! (he must be crazy or something!). And Samantha never tought about it, but she actually like the muscular type, so Charlie is totally her type. XD

B: Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

This is a good Questions. I´m still unsure if Samantha and Charlie will have kids. So I can´t really answered this. A few weeks ago I created a daughter, but she is still not canon. :/

C: Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

While they are at Hogwarts not really. They keep  their relationships as a secret,so they don´t have a lot of chances to cuddle, hold hands or stuff like that. But when they get the chance, they take it! Samantha turn into a Koala-Panda-Cuddle-Typ and while she is in Charlies Arms, he likes to play with her hair. 

D: Dates (What are dates with them?)

They keep their relationship as a secret, so they never really have a Date. But everyone at Hogwarts knows they are best friends, so it nothing special, when they go to Hogsmead, drinking butterbeer together or etc.

E: Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

For Charlies: Samantha, you are my Adventure.

For Samantha: Charlie, you are my Peace.

F: Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

It took a while since both realise they are in love. Both are acting always like “naaaa, we are best friends. and beside he/she would never fall in love with me. NNAAAAA!” But....

For Charlie: I think he always found Samantha interesting. But he realise it was Love a few Days before the spring yule ball (details later). He was jealous of Samanthas Danceparnter and didn´t know why. He talks with Bill about that and realise after that conversation, that he loves Samantha.

For Samantha: She realised it after Qudditch match (Gryffindore vs Hufflepuff), where Charlie gets injured. Just the thought of losing him, takes her breath and she knows that this is not normal. When she knows he was alright, Samantha went to her Room and cry secrently. On the one hand because she was happy, on the other hand because she don´t know what to do because of her feelings.

G: Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

They are very gently with each other. There is just one exception - Qudditch. When both are on a qudditch field they are rival (and also want to impress the other one with the own skills). It´s their way of respect the other as a seeker and its some kind of honor. 

H: Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Acutally - no. They are cuddling (later, after Hogwarts), or do something. Both are no holding-hands type. It´s really rare, like they are on a walk in winter.

I: Impression (What was their first impression?)

For Charlie: he was the first of them who notice the other one. He saw Samantha at her Duell with Merula on their first year. Later Bill talks a lot about the O´Connell Girl and their adventures. He was impressed, that a Ravenclaw is so brave and likes the adventure. And...she ist also playing Qudditch? What a cool person! It would be very cool to be friend with her.But how ....?

For Samantha: it took a while before Samantha really noticed Charlie. She saw him a few times in the great hall or on the corridors. And she know he was the Gryffindor Seeker.She noticed him the first time in the magical creator class,while he was talking to Barnaby about Dragons. She found Charlies Dragon passion cool and she was suprised, when he wants to be her friend. But Bill always talk about how cool is younger brother is, so why not?

J: Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Both are not very jealous. It takes a long time, but when one of both is jealous they become very quite and sassy. Charlie would directly say he is jealous, but Samantha wouldn´t adminted it. She dosen´t want to make Chalire things, she didn´t trust him, but at some point she isn´t good in sharing her boyfriend/husband.

K: Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

They do all kinds of Kisses. On the cheek (Samantha), on the forehead (Charlie), passionate, short, to annoy the other one, to win a argument. Thery are actually a lot of resons why and how they kiss.

But the Story behind the first kiss would be huge spoiler, so I don´t give you much Details. >:) let me just say, both initiated the first kiss.

L: Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

It was Samantha. She was afraid of Charlies Answer, but she couldn´t hold her feelings back. She never thought he would love her back and Charlie never thought a Girl like Samantha would love him.

M: Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

N: Nickel (Do they spoil one another? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

For Chalrie: It was the last Qudditch match at Hogwarts. Before the game start both do a bet. The winners owns a favor. It was the match where he realsed their Relationship. Gryffindor wins, Charlie immediately redeemed the favor and kissed Samantha in front of the howl School. So cheeky.

For Samantha: it's their first kiss. So I can't tell you details right now.

Yes and no. Both want to make the other one happy, but not in a materials way. Without doubt, Samanthas Family have money and she could buy what ever she wants, but Samantha loves selfmade prasents and Charlie and his Family knows that. The one reason why Samantha still BUY stuff is because she has to right hand (she is left hand), when it comes to selfmade thinks.

Its more the little things they enjoyed. When Samantha cooks, when Charlies crafts things with Dragon Material.

O: Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

For Charlie: Samantha is green! Like the Dragon scales from the welsh Green, or her eyes or her irish spirit.

For Samantha: It´s Gold. Not red, not Orange, Gold. A warm tone, that makes her feels comfortably. When the sun goes down and the light shines on his hair, she sees this gold. 

P: Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

For Charlie: I don´t know if you can call it a pet name, but Charlie calls Samantha “Sam”. It´s an unwritten law, that just Charlie is allowed to do that without making Samantha angry. As an Adult he calls her sometimes “Honey” or “ my irish green” (because the welsh green is Samanthas favorite Dragon).

For Samantha: You know Charlie is in trouble, when Samantha calls him “Charles”, you know Charlie is nearly a dead men, when Samantha calls him “Charles Weasley”. But thats a other story XD. Normally Samantha don´t use pet names. There are just a few moments, where she calls Charlie “ Darling” or “my Dragon”.

Q: Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)

Both like walking and personaly I think they to a lot of  quaint stuff. As Adults both like to travel in their holidays and also hiking, rafting (the only thing Samantha do on her own is diving and I can´t imagen Charlies likes to be under water for a long time, and he also don´t like it when Samantha does.)

And of cause Charlie can´t escape Samanthas love for books. So both reads a lot if they can´t go outside.

R: Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

It depends on how much it rains. You can also go on a walk with a umbrella and see how the world looks like while its raining. And beside, Samantha loves the smell of the Rain and Charlie loves to take a bath after both get wet ( cough cough with Samantha cough cough XD)

When the rain is so strong or there is even a storm, both normally read a book, watching muggle tv. Sometimes Samantha plays videogames and Charlie watched her.

S: Sad (How do they cheer each other up?)

For Charlies: Samantha knows, when Charlie is sad he needs his time. She would cuddle him in the first way, but she wouldn´t leave him alone. She would sit just beside him and waits till he start talking. It give Charlie the knowledge that he is never alone and no matter what, Samantha will be there for him and waiting for him.

For Samantha: Samantha has a lot of reasons to be sad and she is glad to have Charlie by her side. He knows, that Samantha need a lot of attention when she is sad. He cuddles her gently and pets her head. She can press her face against his chest, so no one will see her crying.

T: Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Darongs, Qudditch, their adventures, Samanthas students at Hogwarts, their family, friends and crazy (just for charlie) Muggle technology. That´s their favorite topics.

U: Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

After a stressful day a bath ( cough couhg together cough cough) is just the right thing for both. After that both relaxing in their living room, Charlie talks about the Dragons he work with and Samantha plays guitar and listen to him.

V: Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

They are proud of each other and show it to the world (as Students at Hogwarts and Adults). But htey are also proud of their work and what they do. 

W: Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

First - yes, they will marry. And Charlie is the one who ask. It´s a bizarre while the battle of hogwarts, where both were under attack. Charlie just say:” If we survived this, would you marry me?!” and Samantha will be like:” What?” but before she could say anythink, Charlie jumps out of cover and start his counter. And Samantha is still like:” WHAT?!” ( at this moment, both dont know´, that Tonks and Fred will not survive. Like some of their Friends too)

I have already Details about the Wedding in my head, but this will be too much. Let´s just say, they get a happy ending. Bill will be Charlies Best man and Carewyn Cromwell will be Samanthas Maid of Honor (if she say yes, looking at you @carewyncromwell XD) .

X: Xylophone (What’s their song?)

This is their song (its a old song, form someone how wins a germany casting show. Iits over 10 years ago, but I think it suits them and I still like the song.)

Y: Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes. they will get married. Samantha will get a double name, but most of her students will call her “Professor O´Connell”, just a few people in this world will call her “Mrs. O´Connell-Weasley.

Z: Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

They will have an Owl and call her Freya. And they will call all the Dragons at the sanctuary their pets. XD

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Okay I´m finally ready. it was acutally very funny to write more about Charlies and Samanthas relationship! So thank you again for the Tag! And now I will tag @lunasilvermorny, @kyril-hphm, @theguythatdraws @annabelle-tanaka-official​and  @unfortunate-arrow :D

[ottomations]

A giant iron vault door, the cosmetic aspect of it was intimidating to say the least.

Sounds of the redstone, hard at work, poured through the gaps of the blackstone and obsidian walls wherever it could. The many doors and platforms were all designed for the prison to be at maximum security.

Tapping of boots on the ground, one was more metallic and the other was the soles of regular sneakers— squeaking every now and then on the smooth surface.

The warden, guiding the visitor through the process, led them to the aquamarine lamps that shone dimly underneath the black-tinted glass.

Raising the sharp, fire aspect axe, Sam spoke behind his mask,

“Punz, I’m going to have to do a manual check for Items— to make sure you’re not carrying anything into the cell.”

“Alright, got it. Do what you need to do,” the hooded blonde responded, icy eyes blinked to the tip of their shoes as they held their arms loosely to the side.

It was a quick inspection. The burning lingered lightly as the poison seeped into the visitor’s skin, the cold water caused it to finally fade away.

The sounds of the ink swirling in the small, glass pot and the quill writing on the page of the forms was the only sound other than the running lava to both of their lefts. Each of the signatures were neat for a person like them, reading out ‘Punz.’

Punz blanked out for a few of the next parts in the process, mainly remembering the hot lava on his skin feel like a warm, summer day instead of the inferno of the nether.

He was now just staring at a curtain of lava, The Warden filled the silence every minute or two with a reassurance that the lava, “takes a moment to clear away.”

The curtain fell, revealing a horned man with hair that resembled Captain Puffy’s. He seems scared of who was going to visit him, pressing his body against the back wall of the cell. After seeing the blue eyes and platinum hair, Dream calmed and relaxed— seeming relieved.

The brick platform below Punz’s feet moved towards the prisoner, the bubble of the lava resonating in their ears. Stepping off the contraption, they felt the floor of obsidian— regular and cracked. There were scratches and chips in the walls and floor accompanying different spots and marks of dried blood.

The curtain falls, the barricade is lowered.

Silence, a mumble here and there from Dream.

Punz sighed, walking closer as they grasped the right sleeve of their hoodie with the opposite hand, “Dream, are you still...” he paused, collecting his voice with a cough as he took a deep inhale, “are you mad at me?”

Not replying, the prisoner grazed his swollen, bruised cheek. It definitely seemed new. Punz was worried, making a stride closer to Dream and reaching out their hand to wait for a reaction.

“Dream,” they called again, the other had no reaction— again.

Sigh, “Dream.”

The stern tone and the ‘woosh’ in the air caused the ram child to look up. Punz’s arm came down to their sides, stiffly.

“I’m... I’m sorry, truly I am... there’s... stuff going on and—“ the innate rubbed his eyes, dark circles have accumulated from the lack of cushioned resting grounds, “I’m like... glad you came— I’m glad i swear.”

“Well...” the blonde looked around before refocusing on Dream, “While we’re getting this out of the way, i’m a.. a huge dick for- for just excepting the offer from... tommy and stuff...”

Dream gestured for them to sit down on the floor, each doing so.

“And I’m... I’m also sorry for... you— I was really split on the decision between your side and.. his.”

The prisoner nodded slightly and slowly in response, blinking back the moist feeling in his eyes.

“It’s my... my fucking fault for even paying you like... the amount I was, it was such a bad accommodation for what.. what you were doing.”

Punz didn’t reply, being silent for a period of time as Dream continued to stroke and rub the cuts and bruises on his body. They were concerned, although it didn’t seem like a good segway to just ask what they were.

“So how has been your time in... the prison?”

“Definitely... Definitely could be better... I’ve been visited by Tommy... Bad... Sapnap... Ranboo— I think...” eyes closed as his Adam’s apple bobbed, “Quackity has been visiting.. every day...”

“What... what does he want?”

“Well... Tommy was... revived... the information went around... fast— a-and he wants to.. wants to know the secret to revival and stuff...”

Punz started to connect the dots, Quackity? This? To Dream for crying out loud??

“Did... you tell him?”

“N... no— well— he did first ask for the book, but I already... burned it. After... refusing to give information...” streaks of warm tears ran down his face, the emeralds of his irises disappeared as the eyelids closed shut.

Dream unzipped the shirt of the orange outfit that he wore, taking it off to a mostly ripped, white tank top. The rips and tears revealed large scars and cuts in his torso that were definitely not there before his imprisonment. Some were still bleeding or open, the scars haven’t formed at all.

Punz gasped at the sight reaching to lightly graze their fingertips on the wounds— causing a reaction of pain in Dream’s face, drawing in air through his gritted teeth. They lifted and pulled the hood off of their head.

Dream couldn’t help but inspect how the other changed from their last interaction, their back hair was kept in a tight bun that sat at the crown of their head. Bangs still hung forwards and swept right to keep out of Punz’s eyes

Speaking of his eyes, there was a specific glisten that wasn’t in them anymore. It reminded Dream of contacts. What could he be hiding?

“I’m.. so sorry for you. I didn’t think that this would happen...”

“I knew it was bound to have someone yearning for the information... but I didn’t think torture would be one of the options... I don’t...” the taller sniffled as his knees curled to his chest, careful to not touch the tender skin.

Both of them paused to recollect their thoughts.

“So Punz... how is... how is the uh... outside,” Dream asked, the hunt for an answer commenced.

“It’s alright, that... th-the... egg... is... w... wonderful, it’s great!” They responded, seemingly in a trance.

“Punz... please, are you okay?”

“Yep! no... I’m perfectly fine, everything’s weird...” a heavy sigh, hands reaching up to their eyes to take out the contacts.

Ruby red.

“I don’t... I know I’m.. Not... I’m fine— No...” they tried to cover up the controlling voice.

“Hey, I don’t know if you can properly speak to me, but I respect your decision. Hopefully you... achieve your goals!”

Punz stood and walked over to sit next to Dream, leaning their head back on the wall. They took a heavy sigh after a while, crossing their legs and moving their head forwards to stare at the floor. Dream put his arm around Punz’s shoulder, causing a slight jolt.

Both of them leaned into the embrace, Dream took another step and undid the other’s hair bun. It fell down quite gracefully with a few ruffles of his hand, some strands shone like lightning as they reflected the glowstone’s gleam.

The pair stayed like this for a while, taking in the warmth of the other. Before Punz really knew it, there was a hand that rested palm to palm with the prisoner’s. The arm on their shoulder was interlaced with the hairs on their scalp.

Punz moved his head, wanting to look at the other’s eyes. Dream was absurdly close, he blinked in surprise as the other made eye contact.

The inmate looked away to his bare feet.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to do that— If it makes you uncomfortable.”

Punz moved their free hand to cup the other’s cheek, turning Dream’s head to face him again. The freckles on his face better emphasized the peachy glow.

The shorter chuckled, blonde hair brushed their shoulders at their length, “Your face is pink, Dream. You thinking about George or something?”

“Nah, I’m thinking about someone else, they’re nicer to me and have better hair for me to grasp when I want to kiss them,” the responder cooed.

“What a charmer,” Punz smirked, “I could’ve sworn he was a child torturer.”

Dream scoffed, “I couldn’t tell if that was a joke or you were being serious. Either way, you’re for some reason into that shit.”

“I’m my defense, I was being paid,” They paused, “In second defense, the torturer is good lookin’.”

Both of them laughed, rustling around in their positions as each hid their flushed faces.

“I can’t tell if you’re glad that we’re flirting or mad that you enjoy it—“ Dream smiled, looking at the other with a smile.

Punz giggled, “Both— but I think it’s mostly the first option.”

“Heh, I’m glad. I’ve liked you and what you do.”

“Mmh... yeah, I have too...”

Dream paused, turning his body to face Punz.

“Do you want to... maybe...?”

“Wait like... actually, you want to?”

“Yeah... just...”

A message appeared in the chat, Punz pulled up his menu to read the alert from The Warden, Sam.

‘Punz, your visiting hours are over. Please tell me when you’re ready to leave by the next 5 minutes or I will force you to leave.

Dream also read the message, “You... you need to leave...”

“Yeah.. I’ll see you later, Dream. I had quite a bit of fun talking with you about our lives,” Punz replied as they put their contacts back in.

The prisoner didn’t want him to leave, it wasn’t a proper ‘goodbye’ and he wanted to do what he’s been wanting to do for a long while. They made amends and had shared feelings, why now?

“I’m ready to leave, Sam...”

Punz had already gotten into the water, the Warden continued to give instructions as they readied to be ‘splash-potioned’ out of the cell.

“Punz—!”

“Huh?”

“I have something to give to you before you leave,” Dream stood up and jogged over to the water, going into it and held Punz’s head with his hands.

“What are you doin—?”

But Punz was cut off from finishing their sentence, cut off with the feeling of the other pressing his lips against their own. It was slightly chapped, but filled with the love and happiness that they shared that evening.

They responded, pressing into the kiss with lust. Their hands reached up and around Dream’s shoulders, grasping tightly and pulling him closer to his body. The taller shared the tight embrace and his hands moved down to the other’s waist.

Before they knew it, it was over. Punz woke to see Sam at the other side of the room with the levers behind him.

“So, how was your visit?”

“It was... good, yeah.”

Punz wished it lasted longer though. Maybe he could visit another time to continue what Dream and them had.

Upon exiting the prison, they visited their home and tended to their bees. They changed into something more comfortable as the night shone ever so bright in the sky. Making their stride to a lectern, they got out a book and quill.

Lighting a candle, ink dropped off of the tip.

Punz started to write a letter to the arctic,

“Dear Technoblade,

I believe you owe us a favor...”

[greatworkbegins]

a recovering overprotective older sibling w/ crummy parents thing im realizing lately is that your respective different experiences w/ love and affection (or lack thereof) are gonna change how you and your sibling experience pretty much everything and thus create a kind of disconnect in your realities. and there's some pain that dwells there. ive never dealt well with the emotional fallout of that. i was brushing up against this stuff in therapy a lot two years ago when we would talk about how holding on to rage & indignation at my parents has some maladaptive serviceability in shoring up some wonkey self esteem but i never thought of it particularly like this.

when you have an older sibling that loves you fiercely (my sister had to deal with TWO of us!) then the protective part of overprotective actually does its job of shielding & supporting so you likely get to have a significantly more healthy & loved emotional life than your older sibling ever did. by all accounts the older sibling should be thrilled by this turn of events but in my experience there's a sense of loneliness, maybe even betrayal, when you realize there's a kind of camaraderie you could never have with the younger sibling because they weren't ever hurt in the particular way that you were. you succeeded in protecting them and that's all you ever wanted to do but. you're very aware that it might be a much greater emotional balm if they were in it with you in a way that they're just not. and they're not because you loved them. the labor of your love seems to make you more alone. what gives?

obvi im thinking about this bcuz of spn lol but it's so true and resonant to me where dean cannot cope with sam's relatively greater emotional intelligence & capacity for vulnerability because those are just things he's never been able to do for himself. sam knows how to do some of these things and feels like his feelings & thoughts matter because he had dean who loved him more than anything and taught him to believe in his own self worth (albeit in the limited way that dean was capable of giving). because sam learned these things in this way from dean (moreso he was able to develop the cognitive frameworks to make him capable of better habits) he doesn't understand why dean is so shut down and won't engage with this stuff. the reason sam is capable in the first place of standing up for himself to their father and making the choice to leave for stanford is BECAUSE dean loved him, but dean doesn't really understand that so what he experiences is abandonment. all of this crashes down tenfold later in their lives whenever sam tries to assert boundaries. dean's love is the reason sam knows he's worth stating what he needs but dean cannot cope with this new reality in which he's the one from whom sam needs distance.

ive felt such confusion and loneliness that my sister doesnt loathe and lash out at our parents in the way that feels so necessary for survival to me but the reality is she didn't need to latch onto that way of being because she had my brother and i who love her very much. that gets to take up more space in her life. i cling to rage in a way that she just doesnt need to because we love her. but this is what we wanted all along right we did our job we protected her we kept her safe we bore the brunt of things for her -- so why does it hurt so damn bad?

ive been thinking a lot about "love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real." and to me there's an extension of that where the love that you give is received by a person who is real and that love is going to effect change in them. there are consequences to love. when you love someone you change their umwelt. that's something that has to be reconciled with & communicated about or there will be hurt. there'll be hurt regardless but you can get through it together.

[zmediaoutlet]

8, 12, 41, 29, 27, 21

o gosh, anon. Okay. I already did #12 elsewhere, but let’s get trucking on these:

8. Where do you take your inspiration from?

Oh, all over. Less the show itself, anymore, rather conversations blooming up from it that are all along the lines of: ...what? did they intend to imply what they just implied? what would it mean, if that were actually true? Crowbarring open what’s actually shown, ruthlessly taking the text as text, and building out stories from there--that’s great fun. But really, as Terry Pratchett said, inspiration is constantly sleeting through the universe, and you’ve got to hold an iron umbrella over your head to protect yourself from it some days. I’m sitting at my mom’s dining room table and I could construct about fifty stories from the stuff I can see from this chair. Inspiration doesn’t strike-- it’s a constantly resonating gong that won’t friggin stop making noise.

21. Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

You know, there are so many people I could talk about here, but just yesterday I was thinking about @winchestersinthedrift. (O Becky, we do miss you.) I don’t think I ever read a long piece by her, and most of what I remember is reader fic--not usually my thing, to say the least. But the writing has such a deeply bodied sensibility, and an emotional presence and honesty, and it gets out of its own way in a manner that I’ve seriously envied and tried to emulate. When Sam is miserable we see it in clear, unflashy prose, laid out with no more ceremony than: see. I want so much to be able to do that as clearly and as unfussily. Someone else described my writing once as very this-and-then-that; Becky does that, too, but her version feels more right somehow, when I read it. This one is probably still my favorite, and everyone should read it.

27. Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

Mm, usually option B. If it’s going to turn out to be a long story, or if the emotional stakes of the characters end up being complicated, then sometimes I’ll scribble out a few notes to keep myself on track (or, often, to figure out wtf I’m doing in the first place); but most of the time, it’s just sitting down and writing, and that’s how I find out where I’m going and what it’s about. I really love the sensation of sitting down and knocking out a 5k story in an evening--one complete thought, from end to end. It’s so rad.

29. Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

Oh man, so many. I want all of them to have 10k hits and 40k kudos each. Obviously. But, back in reality, the gen fics are never going to do as well--and I get that! How can you read a fic with a lack of boning, I mean. It’s too much to ask. But even so-- I do wish a few more people would read w/l ratio, which is a sad coda for Prophet & Loss set on the Superbowl. --I know, how could anyone stay away, when given that description! But seriously: I like the tone and the feel of it a lot, and it’s very short but I feel like it did what I wanted it to, and that’s always a good feeling. If only a few more people would see it, and agree!

41. What’s your favourite minor character you’ve written?

Mm, very tempting here to say Benny, or Deacon (who I had to extrapolate a whole for, from about 6 minutes of screen time, and did a damn fine job of making it believable if I Do Say So Myself). But I’ll pick Claire. I don’t actually like Claire much at all--I have a particular hatred for “bratty ungrateful child who never seems to learn anything,” especially when the show kept having her learn something at the end of every episode and then hitting reset so she’d be the exact same flavor of annoying. Argh. But! Then I wrote this fic where she and Sam have to have extremely reluctant sex-pollen sex, and damn it all if I didn’t end up liking her more after writing from her POV. ((accidentally wrote ‘from her PIV’ there; also true.)) So, not my favorite character, but maybe my favorite experience of writing a minor character, in that doing so changed my opinion of them. That’s kinda fun.

[qelly4-blog]

How to Pay Yourself First and Save on Taxes

If you are reading this article, you are probably looking for ways to save on your income tax payments. Americans pay approximately 40% of their wage income in taxes. Look at it another way. Most Americans are working for free for four months. Do you understand that? From January to April or maybe even May, you are working for free.

Now maybe you love your job (clearing throat) but I don't think that most of you would do it for free if given the option.

The thought of all the taxes we pay is staggering and there is no sign of relief.

Investing in a Business: Pay Yourself First Many of you may have heard that investing in a business venture is a great way to save on taxes but have been left confused because you didn't know how to get started. After all, or from all that you know, investing in a business can cost upwards of $100K.

Well, there are plenty of business ventures that you can invest in that will not cost so much money out-of-pocket. And no matter whether your business venture costs you $100k to get started or $500 or even only $100 to get started, you are still entitled to the same deductions - deductions you use for your business venture.

Pay Yourself First - The Secret of the Rich For every dollar you spend on your business venture, you are able to deduct it from your salary dollar for dollar. And you are now able to deduct home expenses if you use any areas of your home for business purposes.

I hope you understand that. If you use any part of your home for business purposes, you are able to deduct the expenses for that portion of your home from your wages. That also goes for utility payments, cell phone payments, car payments - whatever you use to grow your business is tax deductible.

Now here is the exciting part. If you have an idea of how much you are going to spend in your business, you can claim that as an exemption on your W-4. Exemptions aren't limited to just children. This means that you can avoid giving the money to the government all together and invest it in yourself.

As an example, let's say your business venture costs you $150 per month, that is $1,800 that you can deduct from your taxes before you pay your income taxes. And, now that you have a business, you will need to advertise for that business and use tools to grow your business.

If you spend $200 per month on advertising, that is $2,400 that can be skimmed from your taxes before you pay Uncle Sam. And that goes for the tools that you use for your business as well - tools such as autoresponders, web hosting, or business software. As long as you are using it for your business, it's a deduction.

Just to be clear, this is money that already isn't coming into your household anyway. It is taken out of your paycheck before you even see it. Change your deductions on your W-4 and use it to invest in yourself.

Robert Kiyosaki from "Rich Dad Poor Dad" states on page 138 of his book:

   "When I speak to adults who want to earn money, I always recommend the same thing... Often I recommend joining a network marekting company, also called multilevel marketing... Some of these companies have excellent training progrms that help people get over their fear of failure and rejection, which are the main resons people are unsuccess."

He also recommends network marketing in his video/audio, "The Business of the 21st Century."

I'm sure you have always wanted to know the secret of the rich. I've just given it to you. Invest in a business venture and pay yourself before you pay the government save on taxes.

At this point, I would be negligent in not suggesting that you confer with a tax preparer before making any income tax changes. But please don't let this little bit of due diligence stop you from moving forward.

[cowboylikedean]

FIRST THOUGHTS

Okay everyone welcome to my Lover first thoughts!!!

Overall: I love this album. It isn’t what I expected at first, I was expecting something stripped an acoustic but it is what I hoped for. If I wasn’t going to have stripped and acoustic, I wanted something Bubblegum in the modern way Carly Rae Jepsen is and guess what? I got an album that sounds like my FAVORITE parts of EMOTION from nearly top to bottom. This album is a lot so it’s gonna take a while fo me to digest, but I adore it. It’s already up there with Speak Now, Red, and reputation in my top tier. 

Below is my track by track

I Forgot That You Existed: I’ve seen people skip over this one but honestly? I needed it. I don’t know who she’s talking about, she lost a lot of friends summer 2016. But I am singing about that jackass who up and left my life and took me for several hundred dollars and then laughed as his asshole boyfriend posted a long ass blog post lying about me, misgendering me for sport, and making fun of me all while laughing about how he’s “not nice” (and being proud of that) when even HIS FOLLOWERS called him out for being cruel. I had that moment where I forgot that he existed and it was so freeing. This is gonna be one of my most listened to.

Cruel Summer: This song. Holy wow. Like talk about bridge city I guess lmao! Nah but it’s a vibe. and the chorus is so exciting and like I mentioned Carly Rae Jepsen and like THE CHORUS CAN’T  YOU HEAR HER???? I love this theme all over this album about falling into a relationship with someone in the midst of something hard or pushing through something difficult with someone. Cruel Summer is the first instance of this in this album and I’m going to need more time with the lyrics… There’s little things that I’m gonna need more time with… But I adore this vibe where she’s like telling the other side of Getaway Car. In Getaway Car we learned that you can’t run away from your problems, it doesn’t end well. In Cruel Summer we find her release in doing so. We find how that release of running away was what she needed to find herself and stability again. We find that without her past, she could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance… here.

Lover: Instant fave the second I heard it. Best love song she’s ever written and I 100% understand why she named the album Lover. This track is beautiful and the slower tempo doesn’t in any way detract from the sheer joy and excitement expressed in the song. It’s a public declaration of a private love in the most excited way and I get it. Also I did get some acoustic singer songwriter on this album!!

The Man: DID I HEAR TAYLOR SAY BITCH TWICE?!?!??!? also fuck she’s right. and I GUESSED HOW THE LYRICS WE HAD WOULD SOUND AND I WAS RIGHT i felt like a bomb when that happened. hahah tbh though, not my fave. Don’t get me wrong, far from the worst but just kind middle of the road to me. Also I think it’s the breakdown after the chorus that pushes it towards the middle to me. But again… Bridge city. The bridge is by far the best part of this song. 

The Archer: I still think this is my favorite song on the album. It has already helped me so much and I think Taylor and I feel depression, anxiety, and other stuff very similarly. Basically everything she’s released about it has highly resonated with me. I have so much to say about this song and its impact on me but I don’t think if I said all of that it would be much relevant to this post. Basically, I never grew up it’s getting so old. This song helps me grow up.

I Think He Knows: This song is so fucking fun and cute I jive and the chorus again I feel the Carly Rae vibes… I also love “bless my soul” like that’s such a great lyric. This is another one I feel is middle of the road for this album though. Like as a pop song, it’s top rate. As this album, it’s middle of the road. I’m happy to hear the vocoder again though! 

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince: So I love this song. Everyone loves this song but I love this song both as its political commentary and just a commentary on depression in general. Like as a song about the specific depression and disappointment that struck us all after the 2016 election, it’s nearly flawless. As a song about disappointment and depression in general, it’s nearly flawless. I really love both readings but in the later, I really love the line “they whisper in the hallway she’s a bad bad girl” because in this reading, I like to see that about Taylor and how she is Miss Americana and the heartbreak prince. idk I think the fact that this song can work in both contexts’ and have completely separate meanings speaks to the strength of the songwriting. I’m so impressed. She hit it out of the park with this one.

Paper Rings: OKAY SECOND FAVORITE/TIED WITH FAVORITE HAPPY LOVE SONG WOW WOWOWOWOW The Last Kiss reference, the vibe that sounds like a teen movie when the kids break out and are running wild and free, idk why but I love “The moon is high just like your friends when we first met” it’s just so…. vivid. You cannot miss the feeling of freedom. This song is about finding freedom in love. Falling in love is the most exciting and free feeling in the world, whether that is romantic love or not and this song captures that feeling when you get to that ledge and you just….. slip. And the best part is it works for everything. Like idk I’ve always been able to take the feeling a song presents and take it out of its specific context and apply it to another instance of that feeling so I can easily take this song about the freely falling in love and look around and find hundreds of applications. Every time you love something or someone to the point where you don’t need anything else than what they give you to feel whole and complete, this song is there in the background reminding you that you do in fact like shiny things, but you don’t need them. Because this thing or person is all you need. LIKE STOP IT’S SO GOOD also 100% if she sang it with a country accent, it’d be a country hit. It sounds so much like Sam Hunt I cannot even, i have died.

Cornelia Street: The ROOFFKLJDSLKFJKSLDJFKLSDJLKFJLKSDF also like I am here for the storytelling songwriting so much. This is another one I need more time with but I think it’s already a classic. Again, it’s so nice to here something other than “I love you and everything is great” I mean it is like that but it’s the fear of being forced to say goodbye and how that would feel. It’s knowing you’ve gone all in and there’s no turning back. I see this song so beautiful contrasted with All Too Well. All Too Well focuses on a heartbreak that only time could help, but it seemed like time wouldn’t. It takes you through the beginning, middle, and end of that relationship and explains why it hurts so much. Cornelia Street takes us through this relationship, especially the beginning, and explains why this would be a heartbreak time couldn’t fix. It’s so vulnerable and honest in some really beautiful and profound ways.

Death by a Thousand Cuts: Okay so first of all, I would ADORE this song if that very low bass and synths weren’t there. I don’t know why they’re there but it muddles they for me and I can’t focus on anything because it’s like everything else is covered in a thick layer of mud trying to move around. Second I have no idea who or what this song was written about but it’s jarring to hear a breakup song on this album. I love asking the traffic lights if it will be okay and them saying “I don’t know.” Like that’s honestly incredible writing. We’ve all had those times when we’re hurting or scared and we’re in the car and we’re looking for a sign it will be okay but we have nothing. Also I need more time with the second verse. There’s so much there, I haven’t had time yet to process.

London Boy: “But God, I Love the English.” Yep you got a TYPE GIRL!! this song is so fun!! it’s so bragging… I love it! She’s just like “yeah I love a London Boy what OF IT BITCH” and it just feels like a mic drop like she’s like doing that move where you slam your hands at your crotch like a dick??? like idk it’s such a bde to me. Like she’s name dropping all these London things and bragging about how she’s English now because she’s got this guy and bragging about her type and her Anglophile fetish and idk it just feels like “you got something to SAY??!??!?!” I’ve heard that vibe is very London but idk because I do not have a london boy like she does.

Soon You’ll Get Better: Either Taylor played the album in the wrong order for these fans at the secret sessions or something because this 100% is that song she couldn’t listen to. I have heard it once and I am doubtful to listen to it again. I have listed to Ronan 3 times total. Soon You’ll Get Better is up there. I can’t. I’m so lucky my Dad is in remission and has been for 10 years… If his cancer came back, I don’t know what I’d do. It’s my biggest fear. And the Dixie Chicks sound beautiful on this track, so does the plucking country instrumentals. Gorgeous. I just… can’t. I admire Taylor and family for sharing this, but I can’t.

False God: I understand why this comes after Soon You’ll Get Better. She needs that thing to fall into, to give herself over into. The hard times my hurt and might be difficult, but they don’t end a relationship. Soon You’ll Get Better is a really hard time and a sick parent can put a lot of stress on a relationship and False God feels like the perfect way to pick up the main overaching love story and give it a response to Soon You’ll Get Better. It’s hard, but they can get through it. Even if it’s a false god, they’ll be there. That said, this song is far from my favorite. I feel so disconnected from it. It just feels boring. I get sucked in the last few lines of the pre-chours where she rushes through the lyrics and then the chorus is nice, but by the time the chorus ends, I’m bored again. The production gives me almost nothing. It feels like What A Feeling… a perfectly fine song, but boring as fuck and like it’s got a vibe that I don’t really fuck with. Like it feels like a song you get high to… and I don’t get high often, and I only do it ever when I’m going to sleep. So it feels like I’m going to sleep.

You Need to Calm Down: Let me start by prefacing that I ADORE the song. It was really important for her to say and I needed something to respond to the internet’s take down cancel culture and remind me not to get in the middle of the fights. However, this song sticks out like a sore thumb to me. It doesn’t feel like it fits. Coming after False God it feels like a complete outlier and like it doesn’t relate to the rest of the album. I could see an argument that it is about basic human respect and that kind of love and therefore has its place, but is this placement in the tracklist it??? I am thankful for the break when YNTCD comes because Soon You’ll Get Better is so heavy that it caries over to False God, but YNTCD feels completely unnecessary if you skip Soon You’ll Get Better and all of that heartbreak. Again though, it’s a classic and I adore it. Just not sure if I adore it for this album.

Afterglow: It’s so nice to hear a song from Taylor in which she apologizes and makes up after a fight. I don’t know why but I was worried she wouldn’t let us into the fights her and Joe have. That we would be outside. But like Ed said in End Game “you know that good and bad end up in a song.” Having a song from Taylor after 13 years that shows her experiencing conflict with a partner, apologizing, and ends without an end to the relationship…. And in this song it’s different from how she previously portrayed conflict too. Mine, in it’s hypothetical, expresses her “partner” chasing after her in. ME! (which we’ll get to in a second) also shows that kind of conflict resolution. Afterglow shows her taking responsibility and chasing after them. It’s one of my favorites for sure. Never underestimate the value of an apology. I have a lot to say.

ME!: First of all, fuck everyone “Hey kids, spelling is fun!” is hilarious and I cannot BELIEVE she took it out I am pissed. Second, I like this song so much more in the context of the album. Coming after Afterglow, it is important the next song both take responsibility for her negative traits that lead to that conflict and also not dwell on it. Me takes the whole conflict of Afterglow and reframes it from “I fucked up please don’t leave. Love me despite my flaws?” to “I know I’m difficult, but I am also so much more and damnit, I love me so I know you do too.” While the production still feels a bit hokey, I understand it’s purpose. I will forever be bitter about spelling is fun and you all are so mean. I hope you enjoy what you’ve done monsters.

It’s Nice to Have a Friend: My least favorite song on the album. It’s just so boring to me. The steel drums are nice, but it doesn’t feel like it ever goes anywhere. The chorus is too short and simple and I just feel nothing. idk I like the story I guess… meet in school, hang out timid first step… but then it ends in marriage? Haven’t we done this with Mary’s Song? idk i think I would like it better with a bridge in between the second chorus and the third verse because it’s like they skip the whole dating step. They go meeting, timid first step, MARRIAGE!!!! and the chorus is just not enough to separate second step from third. That and the fact the production doesn’t really go anywhere… It’s just so one note and boring and without any sort of conflict. I get it’s supposed to be like a daydream, I think… but even day dreams have conflicts. idk it’s a bad story because there’s no movement. 

Daylight: I see why this album was almost named Daylight. I’m going need a lot more time with this song. I can see it being one of my favorite Taylor songs ever eventually but I need to memorize every second of it to let myself go into it. The Red reference FUCKED ME UP. And the voice message at the end. And just the release of this song. The whole thing is an exhale. A total release of tension. It’s truly astonishing. Like I said though, to really immerse myself in it, I’m going to need to memorize it. Because it’s a release of tension, to find that and feel that, I need to focus on every lyric, every production element, every note and just….. let go. I do think this is one of the most important songs she’s ever written. Both for herself and for the rest of the world. This song is a reminder to breathe. To let it go. To focus on love. To find the love in your life. To not let it get too dark. It’s beautiful and it will keep me going on my path to recovery… as I expect it will for many others too.

Favorites (in order of most to least): The Archer, Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince, Lover = Paper Rings, Afterglow

Least favorites (in order most to least): I Think He Knows, False God, It’s Nice to Have a Friend

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Melancholy

Summary: steve broke up with you several months ago because of the responsibilities of being an Avenger the two of you shared. but that ends up biting him in the ass.

Pairing(s): steve rogers x enhanced!reader

Requests: open!

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning(s): bit of angst but still fluffy :)

Note: there’s no set time line here lmao i mentioned nanotech but steve still has his shield so um whoops-

The cool metal pricked Y/N’s skin and she winced, cursing at the artificial accessory. Earrings were never her thing. Wanda had persuaded her into buying a couple pairs just in case an occasion rose. And well, it did.  She carefully slipped the hoop through her piercing and backed away from the mirror. The yellow sundress seemed a little too bright and the nude lipstick seemed a little too...bland. She scrunched her nose. First date in several months and you already look like a tarnished version of Emma Stone on the front cover of Cosmopolitan. She sighed and strapped on her wedges.

The compound had been eerily quiet for the past month. No mission reports. No unaccounted HYDRA bases to investigate. No rogue scientists with a burning passion to end the world. Nothing. It made her skin crawl with anticipation. Y/N eyed her watch with unease. Tony had gifted her the watch last month as an early birthday gift. He had equipped it with nanotech, allowing her quick access to her updated suit.  She latched the small watch onto her wrist. Better safe than sorry.

The kitchen was surprisingly empty. She had anticipated the loud laughter from Sam and Bucky or the quiet chatter between Tony and Bruce. But no one was there. Frowning, she grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

“Headin’ out?”

Y/N let a small shriek. Steve stood perched against the granite counter. An amused smile adorned his rose colored lips and he cocked his head to the side. Y/N swallowed. It had been several months and she still couldn’t shake off the butterflies.

“I’ve got a date.”

The phrase felt foreign on her tongue. Steve’s expression didn’t change and Y/N couldn’t tell if she was happy with that or not. She thought, after a moment, that it was good. It meant progress. It meant that he had already moved on and that he was okay with this. Whatever this was.Y/N swallowed hard and set the bottle on the counter, avoiding his gaze. She had missed the slight jut in his jaw and shift in posture. She had missed the momentary forlorn expression. She had missed all the clear indications that contradicted her thoughts. Steve cleared his throat.

“It looks like it might rain in a bit. Clouds are lookin’ a bit gray. You might wanna carry an umbrella.”

 Y/N smiled at him fondly, ignoring the sad tug on her heart. Always one to look out for others.

“Thanks but I think I’ll be fine. I should be home by then.”

Steve nodded and it was quiet again. The silence was plagued by awkwardness. Steve’s mind swarmed with half formed regrets. Her yellow sundress reminded him of their first date and how she had yellow frosting on her bottom lip. He recalled her embarrassed laugh when he lightly swiped the frosting from the cupcake away. He remembered having her scarred hands press against his chest as they swayed to the dingy restaurant’s Walkman. He remembered the way her laugh resonated when he whispered about his favorite memories with the Howling Commandos. He remembered the soft kiss she pressed against his cheek and the light squeeze on his bicep when he led her back to her room in the compound. Steve pressed his lips into a fine line.

“Take care.”

Y/N graced him with a small smile before shrugging on a coat. He could feel the familiar rush of blood to his cheeks. He missed her smile. 

“I will.”

Steve turned on his heel, deciding to not let the stuffy silence encompass the two of them again. He had to move on. It was his fault for leaving her after all-

“Ouch!”

“Y/N?”

It appeared as if Y/N’s face was stuck to the strap of her dress and it took a great amount of restraint for Steve to not laugh.

“It’s this goddamn earring. Tell Wanda that she and her earrings can fuck off.” Y/N hissed, frantically trying to free her ear lobe from the cloth.

“Okay okay hold on. You’re gonna get yourself hurt. Let me do it.” 

Steve gently pried her fingers away from her face. Y/N stared at him wide eyed, now aware of how close he was. His fingers ghosted against her cheek momentarily. 

“Got it.” 

His voice was incredibly soft, barely above a whisper. His fingers deliberately brushed her cheek and he momentarily stopped. 

“Steve?”

He didn’t respond, his fingers trailing dangerously close to her lips. The feeling was so familiar,Y/N felt a small tug on her heartstrings and she closed her eyes.  

“Sorry. Just uh-no-sorry.” Steve had seemingly jumped at least three feet back, clasping his hands together. Y/N blinked at the sudden loss of contact. She ducked her head in shame. 

“’s all right.”

Steve watched her leave, swallowing the painful thick lump lodged in his throat.

***

Julian Gilford was nice. He smelled like magnolias and wore a pressed suit, despite the rather colloquial date. He smiled a little too wide and breathed a little too deeply, but he was nice. Y/N played her cards right, smiling at the right moments and laughing at his corny jokes. She tried to like him. She earnestly did. But his hair was a shade too dark for blonde and his build was too lanky and she couldn’t stop herself from comparing Julian to him. Y/N grit her teeth, grasping the menu tightly.

“Are you alright?” Julian peered at her from his menu. She exhaled sharply through her nose. His eyes weren’t the right shade of blue.

“Great! Have you tried the garlic and rosemary foccacia? I heard it’s too die for.” 

And so the rest of the date went like that. Bland references to bland jobs. Y/N had felt terrible. 

“-and I said John, it’s the phone book you’re looking for!” Julian said, clutching his chest as he burst out laughing. Y/N forced a laugh before pausing. Her wrist throbbed with a sudden jolt. Furrowing her eyebrows, she peered at her watch. It began to flash. Incoming. 

“If you’d excuse me.” Y/N nearly bolted towards the bathroom, shoving her ear piece on. 

“Tony? What’s going on?” 

Y/N tapped on the watch. Her black suit spread on her skin  quickly like paint  dripping on a white canvas.

“Phone book puns? Really?” Steve’s voice crackled on the intercom and Y/N froze.

“Have you been eavesdropping on me, Rogers?”

“Not at all ma’am. Just keepin’ a check on the civilians.” There was amusement laced in his voice and Y/N couldn’t hide the smile that began to form on her lips or stop the butterflies in her stomach.

“Nat reported sightings of two HYDRA henchmen with blueprints of some unidentified project. Strike ‘em and grab the papers.” He muttered. Y/N stealthily made her way out of the restaurant.

“Damn, you were right. It’s pouring.” Y/N grumbled, sprinting to the nearest corridor. The pouring rain made it difficult for her to spot the familiar blonde. 

“I warned you. If you listened to me once in a while-”

“Not happening.” She mused before freezing. The familiar tingling in her chest heightened as she etched towards the end of the alley. He must be here. 

“This reminds me of the mission dates we used to go on.” Steve muttered. Y/N held her breath. The intercom was momentarily quiet before she could hear his short breaths.

“Yeah but you’d have always had to have it your way.”

“Maybe-agh-that’s why-umph-we broke-argh-up. Son of a- he doesn’t even have the blue print.” Steve panted. Y/N held her breath. She could almost feel the heat from the HYDRA agent’s body. He must be here now. Quickly, Y/N grabbed the nearby pipe. The figure’s shadow came closer and closer before she could make out his features.

“Julian?!”

“Julian?” Steve echoed in the intercom.

The dirty blonde froze momentarily. Y/N studied his suit, looking for the familiar HYDRA patch before catching it underneath his breast pocket. X Ray illuminated. Y/N grinned, despite the situation. He’s smart.

“You know me?” He asked bewildered and Y/N forgot about the mask her suit came with. Without a second thought, she struck at his sternum before drop kicking him. Taking advantage of his moment of weakness, she pounced onto the nearby light pole and swung herself away. 

“I’ve got it. Where are you?” Y/N huffed. 

“Next to the telephone booth on your left. Is Julian your date?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling despite herself. She made her way towards the super soldier and tapped twice on the watch. Her sunflower dress now clung to her skin as the rain pounded harder.

“Yeah. You go on a date after several months only to find out he’s a HYDRA agent. What are the odds.” She chuckled, attempting to press herself into the booth. Steve raised his shield above her head and smiled.

“May not be an umbrella but sure as hell works as one.”

 Y/N hummed in response, laying her head on his shoulder. She would have yanked herself away if it weren’t for how calm she felt at that moment.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

Steve felt his throat close up on him. The familiar weight of her head on his shoulder reminded him of their past dates and he felt his heart begin to race. He could smell the jasmine perfume he loved so much. 

“I-” He swallowed, inhaling deeply.

“What do you say we try things out again?”

“What?” She removed her head from his shoulder and glanced up at him. His bright cerulean irises were now dark and heavy with emotions she couldn’t identify.

“I want to do this right. I know it wasn’t right to tell you that we should call things off simply because of our day job. I know I shouldn’t have pushed you away like that. I know this seems like I’m just saying this because I’m jealous of you and Julian- which I am not by the way, if you’re happy with him, even though he’s a HYDRA agent-”

“Steve.” Y/N said sternly, placing her hand on his free arm. He shook his head, taking a deep breath.

“What I’m trying to say is. You’re so amazing, Y/N and I’m so dumb for letting you go and God, I just- I am so in love with you.” Steve bent his head down, staring at the wet concrete. He felt the familiar numb feeling of his heart ache. 

“So in love with you it hurts. And I’m so dumb for letting you go” He whispered. Y/N froze. She felt her heart swell and the blood rush to her cheeks. With a shaky hand, she softly cupped his jaw, urging him to look at her. 

“You know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that? It’s been several goddamn months Steven, you took your time.” She quipped and grinned as she watched a small smile form on his lips. Tentatively, she placed her lips on his and hummed. A sense of familiarity flooded her body and she couldn’t help but smile, tugging his body closer to hers. Steve sighed against her mouth, the familiarity of her soft lips easing the ache in his heart. He felt almost drunk with the feeling of her body this close to his. Slowly, Y/N parted away for breath. She felt giddy with the sudden rush of adrenaline. Steve’s swollen lips formed into a smile as he rested his hand on the curve of her hip.

“Are you in the mood for cupcakes?”

“Glad you asked Cap, I was thinking we should hit Clementine’s.”