#i'm sorry my brain is only perfectly cut screams lately

[eletricheart]

Hello, I really like your stories especially with Donna Beneviento. Can you do a Donna Beneviento x daughter reader again but the daughter died because Ethan Winters killed her when he's in the village. I wanna see Donna's reaction to the whole thing.

Withered flowers

(Donna Beneviento x daughter!reader)

*spotify lyrics

Word count: 753

TW: death, blood, grief

ps: i tried my best to give details of what grief feels like but it sort of feels like nothing so its a bit hard😭

ps2: sorry if this is too short, i hope u like it😔✌

ps3: there is literally no happiness in this

ps4: spotify song at the end

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You knew something was wrong the moment Donna returned from the Lords meeting with Mother Miranda. You could see her hands shaking while holding a flask and Angie unusually quiet walking by her side.

You knew better than asking, so you silently prepared some tea while Donna stored the flask. Angie stayed beside you, hugging your head but not making the usual jokes.

The dollmaker was grateful for not having to talk, she was aware that would have to eventually tell you what happened, but for one moment she wanted to pretend all was well. She wanted to pretend there wasn't a possibility you’d hate her or be disappointed. You were all she had. So for this one day, Donna wanted to be normal.

And that's what you did, you drank some tea and got into knitting. You followed your routine perfectly, not once questioning since she isolated often when wishing to protect you. You trusted her, she was your family.

It all changed when Mother Miranda called to tell about Ethan’s predicament at the Dimitrescu’s.

It happened so fast, one moment Donna was rushing you to hide, the other you had a scissor on your chest.

Ethan regretted it the moment he actually saw you, but it was too late, when the illusion faded he could hear rushed steps towards him, so he apologized and ran out with the flask.

You could barely feel the wound, your head was foggy enough to not hear Donna’s scream. The dollmaker was terrified when she saw him attacking you through a doll’s eye. She wanted to kill him, to make him suffer, but her mind cleared once noticing your bloodied form falling to the ground.

She cradled you gently in her arms, with one hand trying to stop the blood and the other caressing your face.

The woman, with her veil dropped beside her, tried to hold her tears unsuccessfully. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m gonna fix you, I promise, I can fix this, I can, I-”. She was cut off with a painful cough coming out of you.

You tried to speak but every breath was not only hurtful but tiring. You didn't want to leave her alone, you were trying so hard to stay awake you didn't even notice the tears streaming down. “Mom, I-I-.”

Donna gently silenced you, wiping your tears with her fingers. “Save your strengths, I know, I know. Angie is bringing a first aid kit, and you’re gonna be good in no time. You’re my baby, I’m not losing you too, I'm not.”

The dollmaker could hear the clock ticking, she didn't even know if she truly asked Angie to bring the aid, in fact there was a chance all her friends stopped functioning. She felt as if she was underwater, where everything is quiet and loud at the same time. She couldn't breathe even though air was reaching her lungs.

Donna kept holding you, saying it was gonna be okay. A part of her noticed when you stopped breathing, the logical side of her brain begging her to wake up, to do something. But she couldn't think, she couldn't feel, everything simply ceased to exist.

Donna was fully sobbing and yet not processing what was happening. She felt empty, as if all air had been sucked out, as if all light had been erased.

It hurt.

She kept saying it was gonna be okay, she kept crying and she kept begging to wake up.

She did not even remember her rage against Ethan anymore, nor what she was supposed to protect. Every plant around and inside her Manor withered in just a few minutes, all her defenses were gone, nothing was worth keeping anymore.

The distant gunshots felt like hope, the end to this soul crushing suffering.

At one point she was also laying on the floor, still holding you, still saying it was gonna be okay.

Donn knew grief too well, she knew the headache that came from crying too much, she knew the moment where the crying stopped and only a shell stayed in this world, she knew the ringing in her ears, she knew it all.

And she let it consume her, like all those past times. The dollmaker allowed the time to go by, allowed her mind to shut down while she waited for it to be over.

The woman did not care for the explosions, for the phone ringing or the banging on her door. All she saw was you, and you were gone.

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[roachrotting]

It's EJ time.

Eyeless Jack was never one of my ultimate favorites...so I turned him into something that could be. >:D

More headcanons under the cut, if you want to see what speculative changes I'm making to his backstory: (Graphic Horror Ahead)

Jackson Nichols, born in 1987, is currently enrolled at Pacific Northwest Medical School in the 3rd year of his program in human endocrine medicine. He was a fairly average college kid, if not a bit nerdy and antisocial.

On a cold February night in 2012, Jackson had received a good grade for an exam he was very stressed about. To celebrate, Jackson's close friends brought him to his very first party, with the intent to get drunk and have a good time.

Late in the night, Jackson meets a beautiful woman. She was a little gothic, and seemed like a bit of a wallflower, but he felt a deep connection with her. He doesn't quite catch her name before he felt a slight pinch in his side. In fact, he doesn't catch the rest of the night at all.

He wakes up on a stranger's bathroom floor, naked and pouring with sweat. He's cuffed to the bathtub faucet. The lights are off, there are no windows. There's a padlock and chain keeping the door shut. He can't breathe, there's something stuffing his mouth, a kitchen towel soaked in blood. And the blood - it's everywhere. Some of it looks new, but most looks old. Way too old. It's not his. He blacks out.

He wakes up again, in another room, this time restrained by his hands and ankles on what feels like a washer and dryer, pushed together to form a sort of makeshift table. It was so dark. He couldn't see anything. He hears voices, and realized he was no longer gagged. Screaming for help proved useless very quickly.

After a few wasted moments of screaming and thrashing, he starts to hear low chants, in some sort of ancient language. He hears the word "graeae" whispered among the omens in hushed tones by the leading voice, and before he can ponder on its meaning, he feels a sharp stabbing pain.

One after another, he can only scream as he feels each one of his abdominal organs being carved out of his body. First, his kidneys, then his liver, then his intestines and stomach, then his heart and lungs, taken in quick succession by sloppy human hands with seemingly no medical expertise. As his body twitches with the last shots of electricity from his blood-starved brain, he feels his eyes being ripped from his skull, and a warm, wet-feeling lump being shoved into the gaps they left behind.

Almost like the shell of his body is being puppeteered by something he can't understand, Jackson suddenly flings the hollow shell of his body off of the table, breaking his chains with ease. He busts through the chained door keeping him in, paying no mind to the imbeciles who had just mutilated him beyond recognition. He doesn't need them anymore. He doesn't need anything, anymore.

More General HCs:

'The Body Snatcher' is the moniker given to him by news outlets and true crime media. Nobody calls him Eyeless Jack here except his roommates in the mansion, sorry. :[

His M.O. is to target people wandering alone, primarily in alleyways or somewhere else in seclusion. He'll subdue them, harvest an organ from them with perfect precision, and then leave them to bleed out. If he chooses to take something like a kidney, you have a small chance of survival. If he chooses to take your heart...bad luck.

His conscious is submissive to the demon that has since attached itself to his brain. His emotions are dulled down to almost nothing, and he rarely makes his own decisions. Despite this, he is perfectly lucid to all of the terror and pain he internally feels while stuck in this situation, and he is acutely aware of his possession.

He's still a fantastic doctor. Jack's previous passion in medicine, with the addition of his new demonic instincts, leads him to be a fantastic surgeon and first aid nurse. At least, if you're his friend, and not one of his victims.

His lack of eyes, somehow, does not seem to impact his sight. I wonder what's in there...

[thegeminisage]

IT'S time for. a star trek update. last night we watched ds9's "duet" and tng's "timescape," both of which blew my tits clean off

duet (ds9):

i dont know why every single one of kira's episodes go SO fucking hard but i am ALL about it. like we're getting so many good kira episodes that grapple with the history of cardassian occupation i'm shocked no one cried "overkill." she's a really good actress, and she always channels that rage/grief mixture SO well, and the guy she had to work alongside this episode was also very good, it had my jaw on the ground the entire time

trying to figure out the twist to this one was so fun and it was paced perfectly - again, i got to it right before the reveal, which is the most satisfying experience for me because i get to feel smart and not like the writers are treating me like i'm stupid but also like the episode is followable

i LOVE that as always sisko has my girl's back. in-universe, as a member of starfleet and the federation, he's in a position of massive power and privilege over her, but he always leverages it to help her out as much as he possibly can

also, i liked that odo brought her a drink when she was upset. like, i felt a genuine madness pass through my brain. i know odo/kira is canon later and while i do TRULY love whatever odo has going on with quark (we've been missing that lately...) i think i'm gonna Really Really Really Love what he's gonna have going on with kira.

my one minor nitpick with this episode is the false idea that if this guy WAS just a file clerk then he isn't still a war criminal. i'm sorry, but if you're filing papers for war criminals, there are only two scenarios: you were coerced/drafted, or you weren't. and if you weren't coerced/drafted, you're complicit. shit, you COULD be coerced/drafted and still be complicit, depending, but at least that actually IS the gray area this episode wanted "file clerk" to be.

that said, the final scene was so well-acted i can totally give them a pass. that guy ready not only to give up his entire life but be executed in public by people who hate him for something he technically didn't do JUST BECAUSE he felt complicit - when kira herself, vengeance personified, felt that he WASN'T complicit - mwah. that is such a complex mash-up of ideas and attitudes and it was so raw and honest. i just wish they had thrown in a "yeah he was drafted" in there for me specifically, then it would have been perfect

THE ENDING. i just wouldn't have felt right if he had just gone back home and everything had been fine. like he HAD to get stabbed because he WAS complicit. it's such a good fucking way to show that the effects of the occupation last and last and last and LAST. "innocent" cardassians don't get to get away from it because innocent bajorans couldn't and the cycle goes on and and on and on, the way it perpetuates itself in kira every day, except maybe this time she sees this guy die and it moves her an inch closer to be able to breaking it. wow. goddamn.

timescape (tng):

I LOVED THIS EPISODE.............the front half of s6 was so rancid but the last handful have mostly been really really good. this one was so cool because the first time picard froze i genuinely, for a split second, thot my stream froze. all the special effects/scifi elements were brilliant - picard's long nails, the rotting fruit, the disrupter killing beverly, the time cuts, the frozen crew

IT WAS SPOOKY! i actually screamed out loud when one of those romulans who wasn't supposed to be moving jumped geordi. i was like "oh no oh no that guy is LOOKING at him look at his eyes" and then almost as i finished the sentence and i jumped. SORRYYYY if i find that the scariest possible thing it's not my fault they made me watch chucky when i was 5. i do remember another frozen romulan ship episode where the same thing happened and ALSO scared me

it was nice to have the gang back together also. watching them share dinner and yammer on about their little field trip was really cute. even picard didn't annoy me until a bit later in the episode. (like, he showed NO emotion when he heard about beverly. i could understand him putting on a stuiff upper lip and going no no i don't have time to go and see her when i can't do anything but he DIDN'T EVEN MAKE A FACIAL EXPRESSION! come on man.......show us u care. also, why wouldnt he take those romulans guns but still feel okay moving worf's hand? either fuck with the time frame or don't, dude.)

data being worried about geordi bc geordi is his bestie :( <3

RIKER FEEDING THE CAT! i'm so sad we didn't get to see the cat but it was really funny he's afraid of the cat now. ALSO, whatever riker and beverly have going on when he goes to sickbay. girl leave picard. riker could do so much better and HE wouldn't knock you up with an affair baby

the fact that there are biological organism in the romulans warp core is bonkers. every time i learn something about the romulans it gets weirder and weirder. why would you blow THEIR planet up. it should have been the klingons. it would have played into worf's whole deal AND then they would have been in the 2009 movies more. and we could learn more about the romulans, who are fucking crazy apparently

TONIGHT: ds9's "in the hands of the prophets" and tng's "descent," and i have been BANNED from reading the summary of the latter because apparently it looks Just That Promising. it's finale time babey

[aphrodite-made-me-write-it]

Everything Stays

Part Three: Let’s Go In The Garden... 

(A/N) yo i’d like to say thank u to angelwolf-20258 for being so frickin kind. i always read ur comments and they’re always so nice!! unfortunately this isn’t my main tumblr so i can’t respond to them or at least i don’t know how bc im perpetually stuck in 2014. i love u and i appreciate u sm. ALSO!! Those of u who asked to be on the taglist for the last chapter!!! i wasn’t sure if u wanted to be tagged for just this story or not so a;lskdfj that’s kind of what im doing?? if you want to be tagged for everything just let me know! i’ve got handy lil notes on who to tag for what !

(A/N2) Sorry for not posting. I’m all good now sdkfj just needed to like.... bask in emotions for a bit bc it’s time for the sacrificial waterfall if u know what i mean SO i have just been crying over disney and curling into a blanket burrito. i’ve slept more this week than i have in months. sorry this chapter is short but it’s bc it was one whole chapter w the next one but then that was so long it made tumblr take a shit so. yea sldkf

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Rating: M (This Chapter; E for whole story)

Warnings: I think slight PTSD; Mentions of A Shitty Childhood!; Daddy Issues!; Blood & Violence; and a bit of fluff. as a treat. oh also mentions of death sorry i forgot humans did that

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Vampire!Helsing!Reader

Chapter Word Count: 3,868 (shortest of ‘em all i promise. just didn’t want the next one to be massive)

Total Word Count: 14,880

Synopsis: You take a trip to an old haunt with Natasha. Unfortunately, this old house is haunted with more than just memories. Even worse, you’re starting to realize maybe monsters do have feelings. Like, a lot of them.

| i | ii | iii | iv | coming soon |

Lately, there were few times when Natasha ever viewed you as the century-old supernatural being you are. Maybe she’s just adjusted to those shocking red eyes or the occasional glimpse of a pointed fang. Right now, though, you look ancient. 

The cottage isn’t much; at least, not anymore. It’s a rotten corpse of a building, collapsed over time and history. The roof is caved in, half of the wall following with it. It’s a death trap, at best, and you’re staring at it with such wanton sadness it makes Natasha’s heart ache.

It’s a little startling, how different everything feels.

You can remember so much about this place - about this home. The trees are the same, you think. You recognize that elm. The air feels the same - carrying the same wildflower scents in the breeze. The fences are wooden, miraculously still standing. There’s the well, though it’s long dry by now. 

You approach the doorway slowly, pausing when you get closer to the elm. You’re startled to find three smooth, large stones resting beneath. One you know well as the grave of your brother. No body, as your father had burned it, but just a placemarker for him. You spent so many nights talking to that stone.

 You lean down to read the inscriptions on the other two, your heart leaping into your throat as you do so. In Dutch, it reads:

‘Abraham Van Helsing / God Forgive Me’

‘Lucille Van Helsing / Lost Without Love’ 

Unbidden, you release a choking sound - something like a sob. Who did this? Who would have possibly cared enough to leave them this? You were gone, and she had- she’d really-

“Hey,” Natasha’s voice is soft, though it still startles you from your stunned trembling. You look at her, eyes wide and brimming with tears. “Come here,” she urges, pulling you into an unexpected hug. You relax into it, closing your eyes and swallowing the wave of grief that’s suddenly pressing against you. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, pulling back with an embarrassed smile. “I- I knew they would be dead. I mean, it’s been… so long. Just- seeing it, I think…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” Natasha shakes her head, dropping her arms to her sides. “I get it.”

You nod stiffly, clearing your throat and eyeing your former home once more. “Okay. What are the odds the whole thing collapses on top of me if I open the door?”

She stares at it critically, pursing her lips as she does so. (The action is innately adorable. You can’t shake the image of it from your mind.) “I’d say… ten to one.”

“I’ll take those odds,” you announce, approaching the door and opening it with zero caution. Thankfully, nothing happens. You don’t miss Natasha’s relieved sigh before she follows you inside.

It isn’t large, by any means. It’s rather tiny, compared to… well, any housing these days. The first room has a fireplace and chairs, though the furniture has long since fallen to decay and a few bricks are spilling from the fireplace. The wooden floor is dangerously creaky as you move to the room that had once been your parents’ room.

Much of the house has fallen victim to the elements, but doesn’t appear to have been messed with by any of the locals of the village nearby. Maybe because it’s so out of the way, it’s easy to overlook.

You begin searching the usual spots your father hid most of his work. A lot of the books you grab fall apart just as soon as you open them, but they were mostly boring religious texts you never bothered with anyway. You’ve resorted to searching under the bed when you finally find what you’d been looking for.

It’s leather-bound, protected by magic to withstand plenty of damage. Your own journals had been scattered throughout Europe on your trade to the castle, and probably sold off to some foolish collector who’s got no idea what they’ve stumbled upon.

This one, though. This is the one that matters.

Your father’s journal.

He was a meticulous man, thorough in his research and detailed in his findings. You open it immediately, fingers trembling with anticipation, and flip to one of the last pages. It’s written in a rush, the writing difficult to read, but you manage well enough.

November 13, 1912

I have walked into the Pit, and I have seen the King of Darkness. I have awoken a great evil. Dear, God, forgive me. I pray that He did not follow me, but I cannot be certain, so I must part with this journal in hopes that my daughter finds it.

One of the earliest Heirs encountered this Son of Cain. His own first born was bitten by the damnation, and a prophecy was born. If a Helsing ever falls victim to this Dark Prince, they will forever change the world. He took his own life, risking eternity in Hell to save humanity. Thus, our fate, and the fate of the King of Vampires, is forever intertwined. I fear this prophecy could mean the destruction of mankind.

Child, do not follow me into certain death. This is a darkness I cannot fight. You must stay with your mother. Keep her safe for me. I will not be returning home.

I wish I had known what Arthur was-

We cannot undo what has already been done.

I am sorry. I love you.

You reread it over and over until you’re certain it’s been etched into your mind. There’s blood dried in various places, scarring the words just enough to be barely legible. The prophecy. Of course. You let out a disbelieving, watery huff of laughter. 

It’s like something has snapped inside of you. Some kind of string wound too tight. After everything you’d been through, after all the monsters you’ve faced… and he wanted to leave you behind with your mother to die in an apocalypse. He didn’t even want to stop it. He was going to let the world end-

Did he really get bitten by something? Did he truly die in the way every Helsing dies sooner or later? Or was he too much of a coward to look death in the eye and spit in it?

Your laugh is empty, meaningless. Just like your life had been.

Natasha approaches the room silently, cautiously, upon hearing your almost maniacal laughter. “Did you find something?”

You wave the journal in the air. “Oh, I found plenty.” It’s startlingly animalistic, the way the words rip through your throat like a growl. “I should have known. He never saw me as the heir. He never would have left Arthur here. He’d have tried to stop it if Arthur was with him.” You throw the journal against the wall, listening to the hard smack and the flutter of the paper. It falls to the wooden floor with a thunk, not a page out of place.

“(Y/N)-”

“He didn’t even try,” you snarl, looking at Natasha with an achingly open expression. You remind her, for a moment, of a young child finding out the ugly truth of their parents. She knew your relationship with him wasn’t the best, but she could see you idolized him in some way. Now, you look broken. Lost. “He wanted to leave us here to die. He knew it was impossible to take on a literal king of vampires alone. He did it anyway.”

“Or he didn’t want you to die with him?” She suggests, keeping her tone gentle.

You roll your eyes, looking away to wipe furiously at them. They’re burning, like you’ve got the urge to cry, but no tears come. “He was a coward.”

“So, you were right, then. He couldn’t take Harkon alone. But you did. You stopped the world from ending. Without him.”

“He was bones by then, I’m sure,” you grumble. 

“The point is, you did that. You are the heir. You’re the one that matters. Not him.” She reaches out to grasp your arm. “This might not even be the real prophecy. It looks like he wrote that in a hurry.”

“So, what, we’re back to square one?” You huff, finally looking back at her and feeling somewhat embarrassed by your outburst. 

“Not necessarily.” Natasha releases your arm to pick the journal up. “We just need more resources.”

“So, Paris, then?” You frown. “We should be careful. Elizabet isn’t very trustworthy. I’m positive her ‘friend’ is some kind of creature from the Underworld, but I don’t know what yet.”

“Fury traced the name. She’s an art critic, and in just a few days she has a ball planned to celebrate her newest prized possession. Some kind of necklace worn by a former Queen of France.” Natasha explains, holding the journal out to you. “We’ve got invites as American representatives from the Smithsonian.”

You snort. “I know nothing of art.”

“But you do know history, grandma.” She winks. 

You roll your eyes before they land on an old box just beside the mattress, resting on a table. The smile pulls at your lips, unbidden, as you reach for the box almost blindly. Your mother would kill you if you’d ever touched this, but-

Well, she’s not here anymore.

There are familiar pairs of earrings you recognize. She’d worn them plenty of times throughout your life, before she… 

Old bracelets, worn necklaces - many you’re sure could sell for plenty of money by now. Finally, you find what you had been looking for.

It isn’t a grand ring by any means, but it was always one of your favorites. You can feel the magic thrumming from it as you hold it between your fingers with great caution. It stings, feels wrong to be around, but that just means it’s still in working order. You murmur a soft incantation, much to the surprise of Natasha - who, up until now, hadn’t even seen you use your magic before - and the feeling gradually goes away.

“What is that?” She asks, looking down at the deep green gemstone. Holding it in place are vine-like silver tendrils curling into each other. You aren’t sure how old it is, but your father had enchanted it himself long, long ago to give to your mother. It wasn’t her wedding ring, but it was a ring that kept her safe for many years.

“It’s an enchanted ring,” you explain, holding it out to her. “It makes you feel… different to the rest of the monsters. Like you’re spoiled, or something. More of a claim, really.”

She arches an eyebrow, plucking the ring delicately. “I realize you’re old-fashioned but there’s no need to ask for my hand to get into my pants.”

If you could blush, you would. “Ha ha. Very funny. That was my mother’s ring, I’ll have you know.”

She puts it on with pursed lips, examining it for a long moment like a real professional. You try not to tap your feet as she does so. “It’s pretty,” she murmurs. “But, what about you?”

“I… enhanced it a little,” you admit shyly. “A simple spell, really.”

“That’s-��� 

A thud makes Natasha’s features go slack with shock. She crouches low, her gun in her hands in a breath of a moment. You follow her lead, crouching and reaching beneath the bed until you find the familiar handle of a stake. Two of them - your father was a raging paranoiac. You pull them out and hand one to Natasha.

“Does anyone else know about this location?” Natasha asks in a quiet voice. “Any old friends?”

“No,” you whisper back. “This place used to be protected against vampires. It was gone long before we got here.”

You should have been more prepared for this.

“Stay close to me,” you order. “You’re going to shove that right in its chest, as deep and hard as possible - but only if it comes for you. I’m going to keep it off of you.”

“Nice try,” she scoffs. “I’m not hanging back and letting you have all the fun.”

Thud. 

“Nat, this isn’t a-”

The door slams open, effectively shutting you up. You take a slow step closer to Natasha, fingers wrapped firmly around the familiar smoothed wood. 

“It’s been far too long,” comes the bone-chilling voice. It’s a familiar, distant memory - a memory you try, in vain, to push away. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

You creep out of the room, signaling for Natasha to stay back, bile rising in your throat. “You shouldn’t be alive,” you hiss, standing to your full height. 

“Neither should you,” the grin is full of sharpened teeth. Marcus is one of the oldest vampires you’ve ever fought. You were certain you left him for dead in your rampage. Evidently, you were wrong. “I always knew you would come back. You have no idea what you’ve unleashed, do you?”

His skin is grey with age, his eyes sunken in. He must have been handsome, long, long ago, but something happens with vile creatures like him. Something in the way they can return from the Pit like this. 

“Get out of my home,” you snarl. 

“I buried her, you know.” He continues, still grinning. He taps his long, bony fingers against the trim of the long-forgotten loveseat. “Your poor mother. I think something happened when your dear father came home.”

Anger sparks within you sharp and hot. A strike of lightning. Before you even realize what you’re doing, your body throws itself at the ancient monster. His red eyes flash with amusement, fingers finding your arm and throwing you - carelessly, easily - out of the hole in the side of the cottage. 

You land with a hard thud. The stake is still in your hand, but you’re starting to feel that familiar heat of your magic coming to life. It thrums in your palms, dances at the edges of your fingertips. Marcus follows easily, his fist flying at your face with the speed of a bullet.

You’re not human anymore, though.

You grab his hand in yours, sending a violent wave of heat through your palm. He howls in pain, the stench of burning flesh hitting your nose. There��s a shadowy cloud drifting around your fingers, but you pay it no mind.

Marcus roars in fury, lunging at you and pinning you against a nearby tree. Your back scrapes against the bark just before he tosses you into the air with such ease you may as well be a ragdoll. You grab his neck the first chance you get, stake forgotten, and curl your body over his.

You see a flash of red, hear the thrum of a panicked heartbeat. Natasha. 

Marcus’ head swivels in the direction of her. You don’t see his grin, but hear it in his voice. “You brought a friend, too. How delightful.”

He grabs you roughly, pinning you to the ground and TEARING at your arms. “I’d love to make you watch as I kill her,” he laments, “but the King will not allow the likes of you to walk in His New World.”

You hear the familiar crunch of a vampire’s flesh being torn apart. He’s going to rip your arms off, savor every second of killing you. The pain is enough to make you scream.

Then, there’s nothing but the pained howl of Marcus. Natasha has her legs wrapped around his neck, her stake coming down at a strong - but unfortunately clumsy - angle. He tosses her aside easily. She lands next to you with a grunt, but seems uninjured.

You, on the other hand… you’re getting weaker. He’s too strong - Natasha isn’t experienced enough with hunting vampires this old. He died and came back - he must have obtained something in return. 

“Natasha,” you look at her with wide, panicked eyes. “I have to ask you something.”

“Now is not the time for that proposal.” She pulls you back to your feet just in time to avoid Marcus’ next lunge. She really is remarkably fast for a human.

“No,” you wheeze. “I need- I need to drink your blood.”

“Oh,” she blushes. “Uh- right- right now?”

“I need you to trust me.” You breathe. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Okay,” she yelps when you take her into your arms, sending a wave of your unusually dark magic in the direction of the vampire. He snarls as it holds him in place.

You waste no time while the spell lasts. You lift your head to Natasha’s neck, placing a careful kiss there as she slowly tilts her head to the side. You sink your fangs in, sighing with relief. Strength flows into you quickly, violently. You’re trembling when you pull away, giving her another lasting kiss over the bite. Natasha’s body becomes slack as you ease her beneath the elm tree beside your brother. You pray, if there’s anything listening, that it’s Arthur, and some part of him will keep her safe while you turn to Marcus with a newfound energy bursting through you.

He cackles. “You would keep a blood-”

“Finish that sentence and I promise you will not be able to return in one piece.” Your hands are swarming with that dark smoke, now. 

He eyes you with real fear, suddenly. His near-glowing eyes hone in on your palms. “He- it’s worse than he thought…”

“It’ll be a helluva lot worse for you in a second!” You announce, taking your chance to grapple him to the ground. 

He tears into you with all he’s got. You hear something like a tree cracking as you throw him against it. At last, your moment comes, and you twist off his head with a quick, smooth motion. He falls to the ground, head rolling away as you ease yourself away from the body. You waste no time in burning it, using a final burst of your powers to light the parts before hurrying back to where Natasha lay beside the tree.

She looks up at you with glazed eyes. “Good?” She slurs.

“Good,” you confirm, holding your hand out to her. “Now let’s scram before we can get caught up with anyone else paying me a visit.”

Finding a taxicab is difficult, but not impossible. Natasha is just starting to come to by the time you make it to your hotel. When you’re finally in your pajamas, snuggled into your separate beds, she finally speaks:

“Are you alright?”

You stare into the darkness for a long while. Are you alright? It’s sort of a ridiculous question isn’t it? “I might be starting the apocalypse that I ended a century ago. So…”

“Who doesn’t start their fair share of apocalypses?” 

You snort. “What, is this a common occurrence with your line of work, agent?”

“It doesn’t usually involve an ancient cabal of vampires, but,” she clears her throat. “It’s nice to have a little change every now and then.”

You laugh. “You’re nuts.”

“Aren’t we all?” She hums. “But, seriously, you aren’t alone in this.”

You smile to yourself. “I know.”

- - - -

“It’s different, isn’t it?” Natasha asks, her hand finding yours almost absentmindedly. She tells herself it’s to avoid getting lost in the crowd, but you’re certainly not complaining. (Or asking.) “The city, I mean. I can’t imagine what this feels like to you.”

“The whole world is different,” you shrug. “Be nice if it was less dangerous, though.”

She wrinkles her nose. It’s so cute you have a brief thought of leaning in and kissing it. “Don’t think that’ll happen any time soon.”

The sun has just set, Amsterdam igniting its nightlife with the rise of the moon. You take in the sight of all the young, smiling faces. You think of the dirt roads you used to know, the children you grew up with. Had their lives been happy? When you gave yourself into the ‘family business’, you lost contact with so many of them. You didn’t care for remembering them back then. You were going to die young, and you were ready for it.

But now you’re something like alive, in a new city with a new face beside you, smiling like it’s just a normal night. You’re two normal people, out doing normal people things. (Which, you suppose you are, before your flight to Paris tomorrow.)

Natasha’s eyes are bright; she looks ethereal. If you could capture this exact moment, when your eyes meet and her lips are curled into that smirk of hers, and relive it forever - you would. 

The bar is dark and heavy and loud. Getting drunk isn’t as fun when it takes too much alcohol to get you tipsy, but Natasha doesn’t seem to mind. She can hold her own, that’s for sure. 

She’s getting your final round of drinks for the night when a woman perches beside you. She reeks of rum, her eyes drooping and her smile lazy. 

“Are you American?” She asks, her accent heavy with her drunken state. 

“No,” you admit. “But I live in America.”

“You’re cute,” she leans in too close for comfort. “I can show you the best spots in-”

“That’s nice,” you politely offer, scooching back an inch just to stop smelling the alcohol on her breath. “But I really don’t think you should-”

“C’mon,” her hand falls on your arm, squeezing lightly. “It’ll be fun.”

“I came here with someone.” You try to pull your arm away but she’s either relentless or clueless or just needs to stop drinking.

“So?” She purrs. “I don’t see them now.”

A throat clears. The girl turns to find Natasha glaring daggers. If looks could kill, Natasha would be an even deadlier assassin. The drinks are sitting on the table, forgotten momentarily as Natasha hones in on her target. She looks at you, briefly, before scowling at the woman.

“Well? You see me now, don’t you?” 

The girl’s eyes widen. “I-”

“No, no, please. Continue grabbing my girlfriend in front of me.”

“I’m just gonna-” the girl slides out of the booth and scurries away like a frightened chihuahua. You snort as Natasha takes her spot, looking a little too smug.

“Aw, you called me your girlfriend,” you tease, taking your drink and offering it in a toast. She clinks her glass against yours with a roll of her eyes.

“It’s the only way to scare off desperate people like that.” 

“I liked it. You should be possessive of me more often.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

It’s weird, this moment of sudden clarity. You had never considered falling in love before - you had no plans to pass on the family curse, after all, and there was simply no time for it. You saw how distraught your father’s absence made your mother. You had been there for the waiting, for the ‘what if’ that lasted months at a time.

You never wanted it.

But that doesn’t stop it from finding anyone, does it?

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” Natasha asks, blushing a little under your attention.

“You’re just beautiful, that’s all.”

I really am in deep shit, you think distantly.

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 18

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

NOTE: Third Person POV starts after this sign: " ✪ "

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

With Bucky, three short days felt like three months.

The next few days were spent oh-so-blisfully slow with Bucky constantly next to you, either naked or clothed. You were always at each other's skin and flesh the second you would close your laptop (you have been busy doing your end of the presentation you had to pitch in next week for Sam, after Steve gets you formally and officially fired). You’d be making out on the couch and soon afterwards, clothes flew around like money being tossed carelessly. No matter what the situation was, it always ended up with you naked, grasping each other's bodies, grazing each other's skin — in your bedroom, in the kitchen, in the shower, and on the living room floor. He wore you like a necklace, your thighs wrapped around his neck as you sat on the kitchen counter, him on his knees, devouring every bit of you. That time, you tried your best to stare at him as he ate you.

Tantalizing were his eyes, his mouth moving against your core. Legs shaking, you’d scream his name over and over again as you came all over his mouth, your screams clashing with the sounds of pots clanging against each other.

Then, you’d move to the shower where you had your thighs wrapped around his waist, your bare back against the bathroom's slippery walls as he thrusted inside you. His strong hands kept you steady the whole time as your legs trembled around him, making you weaker and weaker each second, like your knees had been struck by a wrecking ball.

He gave and he gave and he gave pleasure, riding you into your euphoria, into your oblivion. You were no longer the master of your body. You became his, as he was yours. You submitted fully to his godly control. The phrases "fuck, babydoll" and "you feel so fucking good" and "say my name, sweetheart" were forever etched in your brain. You kept the frustration of not being in control to yourself. You kept it all as he instructed you to say his name, say it louder until you could no longer remember yours, until you could no longer hear the dripping noise of the water droplets against the floor.

His face, the epitome of a god and a devil. A god that brought your voice and soul to heaven, so bright and glorious. And a devil that brought unholy things to your body.

As much as you had your thighs wrapped around him, you knew he had you wrapped around his finger. You knew it all too well.

Since then, you couldn't hear the clinking of utensils against each other or the faucet leaking or any kind of liquid dripping without seeing what Bucky looked like during those hours — knees on the ground, head between your thighs, body dripping with water along with your juices. And how he made you feel. God, the thought of him alone already brought you to heaven.

Afraid that you won't be able to get your mind (and body) off of Bucky, you texted Nat to meet you in a coffee shop a few blocks away from the apartment, hoping she could accompany you while working on the pitch deck. If you spent one more time with Bucky with your presentation undone you would be — well... Either way, you would be screwed.

This morning, you left a note on the nightstand, letting Bucky know you were with Nat. You planted a fleeting kiss on his forehead one last time, smiling at him, hating to leave his side, before heading out to meet with Nat who was almost an hour late, anyway. Still, you didn't get much done, missing Bucky's presence.

Then the hopes of getting your mind off my man went down the drain, hearing the clinking of glasses and the dripping liquid from espresso machines on the café counter. You bit your lip, staring at the laptop screen in front. Your screams echoed on the walls of your brain, together with morphed images of you and Bucky leaving your traces everywhere in the apartment, tainting lust everywhere. You bit your lower lip harder. A sudden rush of heat climbing on your body, from your toes, to your thighs, and your center.

Why didn't I just go to the public library?

"... Y/n? Hello? Earth to y/n?"

The images vanished like dust in the wind, and were replaced by Nat snapping her fingers on your face. Bucky's voice, together with yours that were echoing in your mind soon became faint street noise, along with the café's playlist. "Are you okay?" She asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

With your throat dry, you cleared your throat (which hurt even more). "Y-yeah." You finally managed to say. "Yeah, no, I was just having a tiny problem. You know what, I'm thirsty," You tapped a waitress' shoulder, "Hi, can I please have a glass of cold water? Thank you."

With that, she nodded and turned around, fetching what you needed. As soon as she handed you the glass, you immediately downed the whole thing but it still didn't quench your thirst.

"Is he riding you?"

You nearly choked on your water, hearing Nat's question. "W-what?"

"Sam Wilson. I mean, the work. With Sam?" Nat frowned, stirring her cup of coffee. "Is he?"

"Oh no, not at all! He's been really great and very appreciative." You replied. "But he has this assistant who's a complete total bitch. Even Bucky doesn't like her."

"Oohhh, interesting." she said. "Tell me all about it."

Thankfully, telling Nat about the meeting that happened three days ago did get your mind off Bucky. Highlighting the little banter you and Sharon had in line with the models and the whole marketing strategy was Nat's favorite. Of course, Nat lived for the drama. Especially if it were others'. To her, you were just characters on a television show. Now, all she needed was a bucket of popcorn.

"You should've seen the whole thing, Nat." You smirked. "The look on her face when Sam agreed with me? Priceless!"

"Wow, you ate her up." Nat chuckled. "Now, I'm sad I missed the show. If I were there, I would've taken a photo of her disappointed, sad ass and had it framed and had it hung on the bar. Steve would approve of it."

You raised your eyebrows, shaking your head. Even though that was pretty badass of you to do, Sharon was a woman living in a man's world and as you thought about that encounter, she was just doing her job. If she were a man, you would've still said the same thing. "Too harsh. A little cheer would suffice."

Nat rolled her eyes. "Like a woop, woop?"

"I mean not literally but sure. Whatever floats your little boat."

"Peter was right. You're a boring old hag." A sip of coffee. "Hey, how's the little skipper, anyway? I miss that little kid."

You fowned. She always had a nickname for Peter. If it's not skipper, it's slugger, or sport, or tiger, or any nickname for a kid you could think of. "You know he's just as young as I am, right?"

"The guy looks like a kid and sometimes acts like one." Nat pursed her lips, pointing it out. "So, when's he getting back from his corporate retreat?"

The last you heard from Peter was yesterday when he sent photos of him and the rest of his team somewhere by the lake. He looked a bit worn-out by the deep bags under his eyes but his wide smile said otherwise. Winston Schimdt was with him in all the photos, hair still perfectly gelled, spiking up in one direction. You wondered how much gel he always had to consume. And then felt sad for his sticky hair.

"Some time on Tuesday, I think." Then, you showed the photos to Nat who carelessly took the phone from your hands.

"Where on earth is this?"

You shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. I couldn't even pin his location. It seems like he's literally off the radar."

"Maybe he's in a galaxy far, far away." Nat joked, remembering Peter's fondness for Star Wars. "What do you even do on a corporate retreat? Think about money?"

"I don't know but whatever it is, he says it'll help keep his mind off things." You said, leaving out the part that Peter was, dare you say, "lovesick." You honestly didn't mind telling it to her but you just knew that she'd ask you a bunch of questions you don't even know the answers to.

Nat nodded while scrolling mindlessly on your phone like it was her own. You tried to get it back but she gripped it tighter.

"Hope Bucky's taking care of you? Oh," she lifted her eyes back to yours, the light on your screen illuminating her smirking face, "he's taking care of you, alright. I heard you two haven't been able to keep your hands off each other. You're like... leeches."

"Ew. Think of another metaphor." You scrunched your nose up, cringing.

Nat took it way too seriously, thinking off into the far distance. "Barnacles on a boat?"

"No."

"Sorry, that's all I can think of."

You chuckled. "Where did you hear that, anyway?"

"I didn't."

"So, how did you — "

"Remember how you found out about me and Steve?" She cut you off.

You hid your face on your palms as soon as the realization dawned on you. "Oh no."

"Oh yes." She took another sip of her hot coffee, her eyes fixed on you. "Babydoll, you've been wearing him like a damn perfume since day one and you love it."

And just when you thought you had kept Bucky away from your mind, there he was again, slithering his way back. The images flashed back, like a montage in a romance film — however cliche that sounded.

"Well, I don't not love it." You shied away, looking down on your shoes which still had a tiny bit of mud from your previous running sessions.

"So, you two are dating now?"

You sheepishly nodded your head, avoiding her stare. You told her about that same day you had your meeting: Sam's confrontation and the conversation you and Bucky had that night. As much as you didn't want to put a label on things, and as much as you hated the god-awful "talk", you fat did it anyway, under the stars as you lied on your backs in that little tent of yours.

"Sometimes, I think," Bucky traced the stars in the pitch-black skies with his finger, "that the stars aligned for us." He finished by poking your nose which elicited a giggle from you. A weird sound you only used with Bucky, and for Bucky.

You turned around and wrapped your arm around his torso. "You're getting cheesier and cheesier each day, Mr. Barnes."

"You bring it out of me, doll." He chuckled.

"Hey, why do you call me doll?" You asked in a whisper. "I'm sure as hell do not look like one."

He looked at you and traced your jaw with his finger, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. "Dolls are sweet yet fun to play with. Remember when I made you that drink? You said it tasted fruity and minty — "

"Fruity and minty." You laughed, reminiscing.

"And I've never played with quite a doll before." Then, he met your eyes. "Then, you happened."

"When you say play, not like, playing with my feelings, right? 'Cause you know this doll can punch, James. I won't hesitate."

"Don't worry, y/n." he kissed the tip of your nose.

The word "dating" wasn't explicit at that moment, but you didn't need to, anyway. All you needed to hear from him was the next words he uttered:

"I won't give you any reason to."

"What have you guys been doing when you're not having sex, anyway?"

"Nat." You scolded but answered anyway. "We watch movies."

"Boring."

"Oh, you know what's a good movie?" You asked, ignoring Nat's little comment. "The Grand Budapest Hotel."

"It's Budapesht."

You tilted your head to the side, frowning. "I'm pretty sure it's Budapest. 'Cause y'know, Budapest is the Budabest."

"No. Budapesht." She insisted.

"Budapesht is the Budabesht?" She nodded. "Yeah, that doesn't sit right with me. I'm gonna stick with Budapest."

"Anyway... will you tell Peter about you two when he gets back from... wherever the hell he is?"

"Well, yeah of course. It's Parker." You replied, chewing your inner cheek. "But not right away." Bucky's words echoed in yours.

"Oh, you're gonna butter him up." Nat chuckled, finishing her cup of coffee. "I know how. Give him free drinks for life."

"Even if I wanted to, I can't 'cause last night was my last shift at the bar." You smiled proudly, thinking back to the last drink you ever made last night. Everyone was there to witness it — except Sam. When you sent the photos to Peter, you were bombarded with a series of questions that you promised to answer once he gets back.

"Oh, that reminds me!" Nat suddenly exclaimed, catching other people's attention, clearly annoyed with her. She stifled a giggle, looking away from them. "That reminds me." She said it quietly this time. "We're throwing you a little party tonight. Steve's idea."

"Like a surprise party?"

"Well, it's not a surprise anymore 'cause I blabbed. So, act surprised when you get there and finish up your presentation."

You posed no further questions, the idea of a surprise party warming your heart. You just smiled at Nat, and got back to the laptop screen. "Yes, ma'am."

Later that night, you did as you were instructed to do as you opened the door to the bar: act surprised. "Oh my god, you guys!" You exclaimed, putting on a wide smile on your face. The small party might have been a surprise but the decorations put up wasn't. Hanging from the ceiling on multiple threads were your photos which used to be on the walls.

Every single one of them.

Below were everyone waiting —Nat, Steve, Nick, Bucky and even Sam — and watching your reaction as you adored the whole set-up. Steve was the first one to approach you, enveloping you in a hug.

"Oh my god, Steve." You muttered, hugging him back.

"Surprised?"

"Not really." You pulled away. "A pretty little number may have told me." you said, looking over at Nat who already had a beer in her hand. She acknowledged you by winking.

"Natasha." Steve sighed, also looking at Nat. Caught, she turned around and took a big gulp of her beer.

You began to walk towards the little group; an odd combination of people, you might as well add. "This is amazing, Steve."

"The whole party was my idea but these photos?" He said, pushing you carefully towards Bucky's direction who took delight in your expression. "Was your man's."

You walked towards Bucky, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Hey, you."

"Hey, doll." He greeted, kissing your cheek. "Like the place?"

"Are you kidding me? I love it!" With your arm still around his neck, you admired the photos hanging from the ceiling once more. Bucky let you go, greeting the others as well.

Nick engulfed you in a hug, and whispered. "If he hurts you, I'll kick his ass."

You chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Nick, you can't even hurt a fly. But thanks, anyway. I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

"You better." He said. “We actually got acquainted while we were decorating the place. He's a good man, y/n. It's a good thing you didn't go out with me."

"If you want, I'll set you up with Parker." You joked.

"Ha-ha, you're a very funny girl."

With all the tables drawn towards one side of the bar, a big space on the center was in view, perfect for dancing or any kind of performance you could possibly think of. You all went towards one of the largest booths that could accommodate all of you. On the table were a bunch of American food — wings, fries, burger, you name it. And of course, cold beer.

While eating and finishing your first bottle of beer, you asked the group to settle a tiny debate, which Nat didn't like.

"It's Budapesht!" Nat exclaimed, insistent. A crack on her voice was evident.

"Budapest!" Nick boomed, downing his first bottle. "Don't you know how to spell? It's clearly Budapest!"

"I told you, it's not Budapesht! Budapesht is not the Budabest. Budapest is!" You argued with Nat, high-giving Nick. "Team Budapest for the win!"

"Take it easy there, honey." Bucky chuckled, grabbing you by the waist.

"Budapesht!"

"Budapest!" You and Nick exclaimed.

"I'm Russian, it's Budapesht!"

"Bup-bup-bup-bup." Sam butted in, one elbow on the table, a finger pointing up the ceiling. "If there's a swarm of termites in my house, do I call the pest control, or the pesht control?"

"Ha! Budapest wins!" You yelled which annoyed Nat to no end. She threw a stick of fries to your face. "Hey!"

"Come to Russia." She said in an accent. "I dare you."

You all broke out in a laugh.

After eating most of the food, Steve stood up, retrieving something from the back of the bar. When he came out, a big karaoke machine was wheeled in. "Rented this baby for a special occasion." Steve said proudly, slapping the top of the karaoke machine. On his other hand was "Who wants to go first?"

"Hell yeah, I'd go first!" Sam shouted.

You couldn't even begin to describe the first few hours of that night. Sam and Nick were the most wasted among all of us, quickly developing a weird friendship. They hogged the karaoke machine the most, singing duets, singing a LOT of Adele, and Lady Gaga. At one point, Sam even sang a Taylor Swift classic, We are Never Ever Getting Back Together, and made a weird "weeee" sound while singing the song which cracked you all up. Steve sang an old mellow song. Nat sang American Pie, her raspy voice blending all too well with the melody. The only people left who haven't got a chance to sing and dance on the floor were you and Bucky.

"Come on, you lovebirds!" Sam groaned, shoving the songbook in front of your faces.

The others joined in a chant, finally convincing you and Bucky. You stood up, hand in hand, and approached the machine. "Wait, before we start," Bucky said, holding up a bottle of beer, "let me raise a toast to the girl I like most — "

"Oh, Bucky."

"To y/n!" He said your name proudly, raising his bottle. The others did as well, saying your name.

"And to Steve!" You raised your own. "For having the guts to fire me."

"To Steve!"

"And to you," you turned towards Bucky, "for believing in me."

"Oh, cut the crap already!" Nat shouted, cupping her mouth with her hands. "Sing, bitches!"

And on cue, Bucky punched in some numbers. A familiar melody came out, which made you shake your head at Bucky. "Oh god no."

"You love this song!" Bucky said.

"No, you love this song!"

He started to sing the first verses and when he almost came to the chorus, he offered his hand. "Come on, doll. Sing it with me... Now, I've got you in my sights. With these..."

"Hungry eyes!" You finally gave him, letting him pull you towards his body so you can share the microphone.

"One look at you and I can't disguise!"

"I've got hungry eyes. I feel the magic between you and I!"

"I feel the magic between you and I!"

You continued to sing, your backs facing the door. Suddenly, another voice chimed in, making you and Bucky turn around.

"Hey, guys!" Peter closed the door behind him, dropping his bags on the floor. "What did I miss?"

✪

On a high-rise building in the Upper East Side, Tony Stark of Stark Industries sat on his office chair, looking over the never-sleeping New York City. He watched the cars and people go by, like watching ants do their work in an ant-farm. So tiny. He thought, happily sitting on his empire he had been building for decades. He watched in amusement as more and more car lights appeared. The hues of red and yellow looked like teeny little dots in his view, which reminded him of stars, making himself the glimmering moon which stood high up on the skies, unreachable yet adored by the many.

A knock on the door interrupted his high. "Come in." Tony said.

A tall figure walked in, with legs that could go for miles and with hair as golden as the sun. "Sir." He spoke.

Tony didn't turn around in his chair, rather he looked at the tall glass windows in front of him. The city lights became blurry. All Tony could see now was his reflection staring back at him, and Jarvis'. He glanced at Jarvis on his right, then back at his own. "Jarvis." He acknowledged. "You have something for me, I believe."

"Yes, sir." Jarvis replied, the English accent heavy on his tone. "But I'm afraid you're not going to like it."

A frown started to form on Tony's face. "James?"

"Yes, sir." The tall blonde replied.

Bucky had been missing quite some appointments with potential partners and investors. Not that he did most of the work, anyway. He would sit in on meetings on end, letting his assistant or Leonard, his concierge, deal with the negotiations. In the end, Bucky gets most of the profit "running" the hotel. He was merely a figure, a presence needed for signatures on piles of papers. But he would know if he was being undermined, if he was being scammed. He knew how to handle business but he just chooses not to. No one knew this, of course, not even Peter; except the parties involved on Bucky's side and Tony Stark. Tony lets it slide, only because the White Wolf had been improving the past years but God did he hate that name.

"I gave you that hotel and no way in hell are you changing the name." Tony sternly said. They were eating dinner at a fancy restaurant in the Upper East Side.

Bucky's treat to butter him up for his good news. Well, good news for Bucky but not so much for Tony.

"I knew you'd say that." Bucky replied. "That's why I went ahead and scrapped the old name and changed it into something new while the renovation was happening."

"Oh, James." Tony sighed, his knife stopping midway through the juicy steak. "What's the name?"

"White Wolf."

"Oh for fuck's sakes."

"Mr. Stark?" Jarvis repeated for the third time, finally grabbing Tony's attention.

"Sorry." He replied. "So, what is it? What did you find?"

"Mr. Barnes has been seeing a girl."

Tony rolled his eyes and finally turned around in his chair, looking at Jarvis. "He's always seeing girls."

"I'm afraid it's different this time, sir. It's why he's been missing a lot of meetings lately. And it's just not a girl." He said.

"Apparently, she's Peter's best friend."

"Huh, that's a twist. Around Peter's age?"

"Yes."

"That is new."

"But that's not all, sir. I'm afraid James is getting acquainted with Mr. Rogers once more."

Tony's body stiffened. Eyes unblinking. "Rogers? Steve Rogers? Are you sure?"

"A hundred percent. This girl James has been seeing is an employee of Mr. Rogers. Some kind of bar underneath an apartment building on the Upper West Side."

Tony frowned. "I thought Rogers had been taken care of."

"He was, sir. This was just some... big coincidence."

"It's a big mistake." He spoke. "I need you to keep an eye on James and pull out Rogers' files. Find anything — everything you can about this new life of his."

"Understood, sir. How about the girl?"

Tony frowned, not seeing anything wrong with it. "I won't worry about it too much. If he falls in love, then that's good." His eyes flickered to the photo of Peter's mom who passed away years ago. "I mean, I did before."

"Alright, sir. I'll be heading out now."

He nodded, watching Jarvis walk away from him. "Jarvis."

Jarvis stopped in his tracks and turned around to face his boss once more. "James can never know, Vis. He can never know."

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About Face..

~Your POV~

It's a Sunday, Aka the one chill day of the week for you. You're taking a break from your busy week and nonstop work to just rest and relax at your apartment in LA, you were just returning from your trip to the cute little vegan shop as you returned to your apartment with the groceries.

"I'M BACK!!!" You swung the door open and yelled at the top of your lungs just to annoy her.

"Goddamn! OkAAyYY!!" Your roommate Ashley half-yelled back as she got startled. She was feeding the fish in the tiny fish bowl y'all purchased on a wild, drunk night out. To this day, neither of you had a clue as to why you bought it.

You took off your jacket and was left in your white tee and shorts, you always preferred to dress comfortably ESPECIALLY on a Sunday. You set the groceries down and started putting things away and it was Ashley's turn to act crazy, she was jumping up and down and she started a rant about how excited she was for her make up line aboutfacebeauty to launch next week.

"OMGOMG Y/N I'm so excited I think I'm gonna explode!!Ican'twaitforittolaunchdoyouthinkthefanswilllikeit??whatiftheydont??whatifitdoesntworkout??"

"Omg Ash relax!" You gently told her, "everyone's obviously going to love it cause everything you do is amazing, and that shits gonna sell out so fast H. I hope y'all have enough in stock, and your devoted army of fans are gonna love it love it love it, and 100% sure of that."

You've had a crush on Ashley for a long time now. You thought it was just an infatuation at first and tried to let it go, but the feelings never went away. You've never spoken with your friends about your sexuality and honestly you don't think they even knew you were gay. (not to mention extremely into H) You never told her how you felt cause obviously she'll never feel the same, she was WAYY too attractive and amazing for you. The way her mind worked and just how talented she was absolutely blew your brains out. You didn't wanna risk losing her as a friend so for now you'll just have to settle for being her roommate.

"Okay fine." She huffed like a toddler, 'omg she's so cute' you thought to yourself, nope. Shut up y/n. Shush.

You started to walk away from her when she suddenly gasped dramatically, "I JUST HAD THE GREATEST IDEA" she screamed. You turned around to face her, "what is it". She had a sneaky grin on her face which worried you.. what was she up to.. "You know.. I need some practice if I'm going to launch this makeup line.. I should hone my makeup skills.. on someone else's face ya know, and you're the only someone else around" she said while wriggling her eyebrows at me.

"Oh no.. hell no! No way Ashley! NO WAY OVER MY DEAD BODY!" Growing up as a tomboy you've always had a distaste towards make up, and no, you didn't hate the people who wore it, you just thought it didn't look good on you. You never wore it unless you absolutely had to and that was just a bit of foundation and some eyeliner maybe.

You started to run away from her, she chased you like a serial killer. You sprinted for your life, "NO ASHLEY FRANGIPANE I'M NOT DOING THIS GET AWAY FROM MEEEEE" you shrieked as you ran away from her. As you were passing the couch to run towards your room and lock yourself in away from this monster, you tripped over a bag on the floor. It was better to fall on the couch than to smack your face on the floor so you tried to balance yourself using the couch.

That was when Ashley pounced on you, she grabbed you and pushed you on the couch, she immediately sat on you knowing you work out and she must keep you from escaping in case you tried to overpower her. You were laid out on the couch facing her, who was sitting on you.. the view was amazing.. Ashleys hair falling around her face.. her perfectly cut jawline.. you realized the position you were in and immediately turned red.

"Now.." Ashley spoke in a slow taunting way "you, shall be my newest makeup experiment.."

"NO ASHLEY HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME, I DON'T WANNA WEAR MAKE UP, LET ME GO. THIS IS HARASSMENT!!" I shrieked.

Ashley just giggled at your response "Stop freaking out so much it's just make up it's not gonna kill you" she said,

"IDONTCAREIDONTWANNAWEARIT" you replied.

She suddenly looked sad, she pouted, turned on her puppy dog eyes and said "Please y/n.. can you please do this for me.. Please it'll look so good on you! Your tan brown skin and amazing curls, your dark brown eyes and sharp jawline!" Your tried to hide the way her gush of complements made you feel. God I hope I'm not smirking like an idiot.

The position you two were still in was turning you on and that made you extremely uncomfortable. And you were struggling to hold your shit together.

Fine. Anything to get out of this position.

"Fine." You repeated out loud with an eye roll.

"YESSS!!" She shrieked while jumping off of you (finally), " stay right there!! Don't move a muscle! I'll grab the maakeeuuuuupp" she said while running to her room. 'Great'. You thought, 'no escape now'.

She immediately returned with her makeup box thingy. "omygod how much makeup does that thing hold?? How long is this gonna take H?? Don't you think it's too much??" You started complaining even before she could begin. "Jeeesus y/n, just relax. It won't take long" she replied as if a school teacher trying to calm down a toddler.

She sat next to you on the couch, she asked you to turn facing her. Your legs were touching. 'Oh god what did I get myself into' you mentally smacked yourself in the head for being so stupid. She had been working on your face with her makeup for 5 minutes which felt like eternity when she scowled and said, "ugh I can't seem to balance myself and it's ruining the whole thing!! And you're too far from me" she said, clearly frustrated. "Um..ok-so what should I do.?" You asked clearly unsure of what was happening "oh no it's not you *insert nickname*, I just need to be balanced and closer to you, otherwise it's gonna get ruined" why did she not look you in the eyes when she said that, which was very unusual for her. And you're no Jeffree Star but how close do makeup artists have to get to put makeup on people. Something was sus. Very sus.

You went along with it anyway, "okay so what do we do?" She suddenly straddled you, you were taken by surprise and was powerless to do anything but look at her in shock. 'Okay y/n calm down, this is just about the makeup she's not into you it's all just in your head'. "This ok?" She asked you without fully looking at you, was that shyness? Ashley Frangipane shy? No way. Get out of your head y/n goddammit!

"Mmm no it's fine" you managed to muster out. She continued to work with the makeup on you. Time seemed to have slowed and sped up as well as you were very uncomfortable but enjoying the position at the same time, every once in a while eyes would wander from your eyes to your lips. And when you catch her doing that she would immediately get back to the task at hand with a very concentrated face. 'Okay...y/n so you're more delusional than ever.' You thought to yourself. You yourself couldn't help but admire her features, her Greek goddess-like cheekbones, her beautiful eyes that seemed to be constantly changing color, her amazing skin color inherited by mixing her two parents skin colors to perfection, her lashes, her eyebrows and your personal favorite.. her freckles. It was all on display for you to gawk at like a creep and you couldn't help yourself but stare. She seemed to have noticed what you were doing and both of you locked eyes.. she slowly set her makeup brush down without looking away. She suddenly grabbed you by the neck and passionately kissed you. You couldn't react, all the feelings you've been storing for years and years got the best of you and you were frozen in your own body. The kiss felt like heaven but she pulled away. She looked at you, you couldn't say anything. Her eyes filled with tears, "omygod I'm s-so sorry y/n I sh-shouldn't have done that, I'm so stupid" she stuttered. She got up and started to run to her room, "No Ash wait, Please" you managed to say but she kept going to her room. You ran after her but it was too late, she had already closed the door and you were left standing in the hallway.

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Dancing lessons

Hi!! I'm sorry, this one took forever, I had a Dengue Virus outbreak to deal with for the last three weeks and I even had the damn thing myself, not funny, wouldn't recommend it, it felt like shit and I had to skip work two days, thankfully no mortal victims, at least not on my watch, but the town is still recovering, anyway work is crazy and that's why I haven't update anything, I'm really sorry

Summary: Barry is finally cast in a feature, the problem? He said he could dance and now he can either disappoint Sally or found a way to learn some steps.

Part 1 ● Part 2 ● Part 3 ● Part 4 ● Part 5 ● Part 6 ● Part 7 ● Part 8 ● Epilogue

Warnings: Swearing, blood, violence, guns, cheating maybe.

Part 4

The lights on your studio were still on when you entered, and the dry blood on the floor made a horrible sight that almost made you faint again, thankfully a strong arm was holding you since you get out of the car, and he was looking at the floor too.

"I can clean that if you want" He said helping you sit down on a chair. "I'm not sure if you should climb your stairs yet"

"Thanks, that would be great. I would say leave it but I have class early tomorrow and is not a nice view for a bunch of 4 year olds" you said thinking about the wooden floor and how much damage the blood would cause, and Barry walk inside the storage closet looking for a mop.

"Then I will leave it there, you are insane if you think you are going to give any class tomorrow" He came back with the cleaning supplies and gave you a judging look, lacking any authority since he was holding a bottle of detergent in on hand and a bucket in the other.

"Fine mom, I'll cancel" you held your hands high in surrender "Actually I can use a day off, I have this terrible student in the afternoon, he is a pain in the ass" You said and he rolled his eyes at you while rolling up his sleeves and starting to clean the floor.

An hour later the floor was spotless, he had an odd talent cleaning up blood, and made a funny shocked face when you pointed it out, the clock announce it was merely 8:00 pm and you had to remain awake until 6:00 am at least.

"I feel well enough to go upstairs, you can leave now" you told him hoping he would listen since his presence made you feel uneasy at times.

"No way, the doctor gave me a list of things to check up every couple hours, and if I leave you would fall asleep, but let's go get you upstairs, you will be more comfortable on your couch" He said approaching with the clear intention of carrying you on his arms.

"I can walk, that won't be necessary" You said quickly, ignoring the idea of how wonderful would it be to be held in those arms.

Maybe that was the reason you had end up screaming in the first place, an elaborate defense mechanism your brain set up in motion to ignore the growing feelings you had every time he enter the studio, every time you held his hand and forced down your waist while you were dancing, and the longing in your skin asking for more.

Of course there was handsome men in your class every now and then, grooms, fathers of the bride, actors, etc. and you had always conduct yourself professionally regardless the clear intentions some of them may have. And you have always respected your marriage with Alan even in the worst of times. But Barry was different, there was just something about the way he looked at you that make you want to scream and run away because it terrifies you how easily you could fall for him.

"Are you feeling nauseous?" He asked once you were sitting on the couch, and you nodded no "Tired? Clouded vision? Having incoherent thoughts?" He continued reading the list the doctor gave him.

"I believe I'm a big green marshmallow queen of the north pole, but that's normal right?" You say dead serious and he hide a grin behind the white sheet of paper.

"Very funny, we should call the doctor and share the joke with her" he said seriously.

"Fine, I'm sorry. I have a minor pain in my head, but I can see and hear perfectly clear, I remember everything that had happened clearly and I don't feel like vomiting" you said and he put the list away satisfied with your answers. "I'm sorry I'm being an imposition to you, I'm sure you had plans" You continued and he opened his mouth to reply he was staying once again so you keep talking before he did "And since you are staying here at least let me fix you something to eat, is late and I don't think you have eaten". You stood up and he followed you to the kitchen.

"You really don't have to, I can make a sandwich if you tell me where things are, or we could order something, I don't think you should be near sharp objects" He plead alarmed when you took out a large knife from a drawer.

"Fine, but I'm paying, and once again I can assure you this is nothing I have had worst" you said putting down the cutting board and opening the fridge to offer him a beer "once I broke my leg in 3 pieces" you said confidently showing him a long thin scar on the side of your leg and suddenly feeling exposed since you haven't change from your dancing clothes, and you didn't feel the same confidence wearing them outside the studio.

"I've been shoot, a lot" he said lifting part of his shirt showing you a couple scars, not helping the situation in your mind.

"Ok war hero, you win, can you please order the food, I am going to change, feel yourself at home" You said patting his hand urging him to cover and hurrying to your room away from him.

***

Y/N took forever to come out and when she finally did she was wearing a comfortable pajama, and was drying her hair with a towel.

"You took a shower?" Barry asked upset "You could have fallen"

"But thankfully I didn't, I have to I was covered in blood and I need to find a way to cover this" She pointed at the place the doctor have shaved her hair and she tried to hide it with a lock of hair.

"I'm sure the parents would understand you had an accident" he said confused by her despair.

"Yeah, they will mostly, but Alan would make a big deal out of it and I'm sure he will use it as an excuse to keep pushing me into selling the studio" She said letting her hair alone and crawling onto the couch.

"Why would he do that?" He asked trying to be interested and ignoring the pinch of jealousy he felt once again when she mentioned his name "I mean you do charge a lot but you have many clients"

"Is not about the business, he just thinks I should sale the studio to Macy since she knows how to run it, and move with him to Dallas or Colorado or whenever his company wants him, that way he would be home every night to see our children" She said exasperated at the idea.

"Children?" He asked a bit shocked since she never had mentioned any children before.

"The hypothetical children we will have in case I actually leave this place behind" She said with a sad look on her face.

"So you don't want to have children?" He asked now genuinely interested. "I mean it's okay if you don't" he said quickly.

"Honestly?" She asked and he nodded "I really don't know, I mean when I was 22 and dancing in Moscow I have this crazy fantasy that I would retire in glory from ballet at 32 and meet a wonderful man and have a girl and she would be a great dancer by the age of 4." She had a sad smile on her face as if she could see herself in the moment she was describing.

"Moscow? As in Russia?" He asked.

"Yep, I was about to become a Prima Ballerina, then I broke my leg and every money I had went to surgery and recovery and suddenly I was no longer fitting to play Odette, or any major role and eventually like three years after I have to come back, I worked in Broadway for a while, that's when I met Alan"

"Sounds romantic" he said sarcastically making her laugh

"It was, at least at first, but then I had another lesion in my ankle so I was no longer able to work there either, and he was nice and sweet and he was with me, so we got married and end up here, five years later dealing with moms that feel their children would be next Maria Kowroski"

Barry's phone start ringing and he went downstairs to pick up the food, when he came back she was holding a big photo album in her lap.

"I haven't seen one of those in forever" He said entering the apartment holding the bag with Chinese food. "I thought everyone had digital albums these days"

"They do, but you can't do this to digital pictures" She said showing him burned hole in one of the photos. "Kids these days, what would they burn when they break up with a boyfriend? Anyway I'm starving" she pointed to the kitchen so they could eat.

They share an animated meal talking about how life and technology was passing by them, maybe a little lost resentful than usually since they both have the same opinions on the matter.

"Did you told him?" He asked after a while, he was leaning back in his chair looking at her finishing some noodles. "About not wanting kids I mean"

"Of course I did, since we were dating,but he had this idea that he would make me change my mind, and I was sure I would make him change his. Now we have civil dinners when he is home and pretend we are not angry at the way this marriage turned out, just waiting for one of us to give up and accept the other terms" She said and her bluntness took him by surprise again.

"I'm sorry" he said with a sad frown on his face "Earlier when I said this was your dream job and that your situation is perfect, I have no idea and I'm sorry"

"Don't be, I shouldn't have to try and prove you wrong forcing myself to do the Odile's Coda, since I'm clearly not in shape to do it" She smile at him and pointed the injury in her head.

"Well that only make it worse, why would you need to prove anything to me? I'm really sorry"

"Relax, you already making up for it being here, and is only 10:00 pm, do you want to play a board game? I would say we watch a movie but I would fall asleep quicker that way" She said and he agreed.

They played scrabble, bringing out some dark competitive instincts on both of them, only interrupted when Barry took a couple trips to the bathroom to call Sally who was not upset at all that he had canceled their dinner since she had this amazing party to go to.

By 3:00 am and feeling extremely tired and looking at her about to give up he call the hospital, the doctor kindly told him she was clear to sleep, news he took gratefully, but before he could tell her she was already curled in the couch, he sit next to her and let her rest her head on his chest, maybe when they woke up he could feel guilt and remorse about it, maybe he would have to stay away from her since he was obviously interested in her but at that moment he was very comfortable and lost in the smell of her hair to care about anything else.

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What do we do now!? The knights can’t do anything, Globgor’s bedridden, Eclipsa is to drained out to cast her powerful spell, even “The Greatest Warriors of Mewni” were all hit with the Solarian Blade, who can save us all from the new Solarian army led by psycho b*tch Mina Loveberry!?HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!:

*Here to Help-Plot Twist! That wasn’t Mina Eclipsa, Globgor, Star and The Marcnificent Seven 2.0 we’re battling agsinst! Damn! Mina has her own personal Mecha Knight Suit (pigtailed), but where the Hell did she get that army from!? She can’t do magic! She’s just super empowered!

While the wounded with the Solarian blade cut were being tended, Eclipsa tries to figure out what to do and no people! She can’t use that “Spell with No Name” spell cuz that takes a lot outta her! Hey look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a pla-No wait! It is a bird! But what’s on the bird!? It’s coming down into the window of Monster Temple! Take cover! Oh! Hello Moon! (and River who’s still wearing that bear suit from before). Hey Moon! Are you here to finally tell the gang that you knew the entire time that Mina was coming for Eclipsa!? Cuz you’re too late on that sister! Could you just help! Great! What’s the plan!? Cuz Mina gives Eclipsa until the crow of the rooster to surrender and Moon wants Stars friends to get to the sanctuary ASAP before it’s too late while River tends to Globgor. From one dad to another, he’s there. Even if he can’t understand vegetarianism like Toulas aunt. Hey! He’s on Eclipsas side! That’s cool!

Okay so here’s the plan:Eclipsa will in fact do that spell again, but this time be more focused so as to just hit Mina, Buff Frog will get the wounded to the sanctuary and get the Monster village to safety, Sir Dashing will prepare provisions and uh, uhhhhhhhhh, Star and Marco will put the pig goats to safety! Wait what!? Are they important? Okay, well, go tend to the pig goats I guess (shrugs). Uh, Moon, what are you doing? Why are you opening the enterance for Mina to come in and attack?........Moon?................excuse me!? You want Eclipsa to what now!? Surrender!? 8O.

Marco asks why they’re tending to the pig goats since it sounds inconsequential and Star admits she’s just overwhelmed by everything. All her friends are wounded and she’s just here staying on the sidelines. She thought she was done with all this after the Mewmans finally accepted Eclipsa (“Corononation”), but nooooooooooooo, here she is helping Eclipsa once again! First it was clearing her name (“Butterfly Trap”), then it was getting the Mewmans to like her (“The Ponyhead Show!”/“Surving the Spiderbites”) and now it’s saving her a** from Mina! (“The Right Way”). It’s tiring! 😓 Marco makes her feel better by kicking open a door and pastering the pig goats! Huh. You know what, I realized something. Whatever Star does I consider it stupid (ex.kicking open a door), but when Marco does the same thing, I’m cool with it! I guess it’s because he’s the sane one compared to Star and that people like him can do just about as many crazy things. Which is fine. So the two go in and slap some a**.............On the pig goats people! THE PIG GOATS! Get your minds outta the gutter!

Now comes my final question for the season, the one we’ve been waiting for, the million, no billion! No trillion! No zillion! NO AJVKSTIXKHGIA-ion dollar question of “Star vs. The Forces of Evil”. ⭐️7. IS STARCO GONNA HAPPEN!? Star tells Marco she heard what he said about his “I love you” confession at The Realm of Magic (“Mama Star”) and asks if it was legit him or his drug induced subconscious talking. It was so him! It was 1000% pure unadulterated Marco there! He admits he’s felt this way since day one! Like, all the way to the premiere!? (“Star Comes to Earth”). And that the whole Blood Moon thing (“Blood Moon Ball”) was what I mentioned before in my reviews, BALONEY! His feelings were what he thought was platonic, but overtime, as the journey (the show) went on, it got more intense and so, it had to be love! Is it mutual though!? (Official Starco kiss happens. Screams gleefully)🎶 I want you to want me, I need you to need me, I'd love you to love me, I'm beggin' you to beg me, I want you to want me, I need you to need me, I'd love you to love me, I'll shine up my old brown shoes, I'll put on a brand new shirt, I'll get home early from work, If you say that you love me, Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I, See you cryin'🎶 Lol! I’m sorry, but when Star said that line, “I want you to love me”, that song was what automatically played in my head! 10 Things I Hate About You was on tv a lot recently too and I love that movie as well. She said it too! It’s happened! YES! Two love confessions! Wa-hoo! I’m just so happy Starco finally became canon! 😂 And it wasn’t a Last-Minute Hook-Up either! But a SECOND TO Last-Minute Hook-Up! I know one svtfoe blog that loves that idea ;).

The happy and Official/Alpha Couple come out and to their shock, see Moon and Eclipsa in a heated magical showdown! What happened there!? Oh! I get it. Moon told Eclipsa that she knew about Mina earlier and Eclipsa got pissed that Moon didn’t tell her sooner huh!? Huh!? Yeah, I’d pissed about that too. Wait, that’s not why their fighting? Then what about!? Don’t tell me Moons on Minas side! No!? Oh Phew! That’d be scary.............huh?.............Moon made all this happen!? WTF!? (rooster crows) OH SH*T!

That “Spell With No Name” spell just might work again since Eclipsa seems perfectly well enough to use it again, so if she’s cool with using it again then great! We can do that! Stars friends need to get to the sanctuary quick before they’re time runs out and they’re all dead! We can’t lose any good minor characters here! What I’m grateful for is that after 4 years, 4 LONG GRUELING YEARS! Starco has been officially made canon! They’re song played! You know that song, right!? The one Brain H. Kim made a few of just for those two! Yeah, it played right when it happened too :’). Some of you might say that Starco was “rushed”, but I’m guessing since this was their last season and that they needed to wrap things up, it was forced to finally make us Starco shippers happy. Even if it was, at least it wasn’t in the series finale that they got together and only just near the end. I’m sure if we had gotten a 5th season, we would’ve had a better build up, but in this case, it was alright. Kinda odd place to hook-up though. In a pig goat shed! Then again, it looked to be an innuendo of teenagers sneaking away to do the “frick frack”! Lol! So yeah. I get it! Let’s talk about Starco for a sec here. Ahem! So Star and Marco got along after kicking Ludos army’s butts (“Star Comes to Earth”) and from then onward, became best friends. Their bond got closer when Marco thought he lost Star forever (“Mewberty”) and then there was that whole Blood Moon thing (“Blood Moon Ball”). However, that was all bullsh*t cuz there’s no magic on this Earth that could force these to love each other! XD. Their bond is strong! To the point where Star would give up her own wand, the most important in the universe! To save Marco! (“Storm the Castle”) Even if they didn’t know about their feelings (“Sleepover”), the longer they stayed together, the more their feelings grew. They were willing to die together (“Gift of the Card”) and it even came to a point where other people can see their love! (“Face the Music”). They couldn’t stop talking about each other (“Sophmore Slump”/“Lake House Fever”), They need to be together (“Lint Catcher”), They’ve fought together to save Mewni, twice! (“Battle for Mewni”/“Divide”/“Conquer”) and even though it was too late for them to be together (“Just Friends”/“Lava Lake Beach”), it didn’t stop them from getting closer (“Booth Buddies”). No amount of magic can erase what these two have built up over time (“Curse of the Blood Moon”). Together they can be happy no matter what obstacles they’ve been through (“Beach Day”) and that if anything were to happen to them, they’d still be aware of their love for each other! (“Mama Star”). 🎶THAT’S THE POWER OF LOVE!🎶. 🎉CONGRATULATIONS! STARCO!🎉👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 Okay, now comes the hard part. Moon. YOU CALL THIS HELPING!? You mean tell me that ever since “The Ghost of Butterfly Castle” you’ve been plotting WITH MINA!? I thought you were gonna back out cuz you’re not the queen anymore!? Whatever happen to “letting Eclipsa take care of this”!? Huh!? Huh!? HUH!? WHAT MADE YOU THINK THIS WAS THE BEST APPROACH!? You better explain yourself! (rooster crows) SHUT UP! ROOSTER!