#sorry bucko the truth is out | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

giggleeclown · 6 months ago

Text

A/N: well, I finally wrote it! I don’t have a t-blog of my own to post fics (I don’t think I’ll make one because I really don’t like how everything can be deleted from existence so easily) but I have a Wattpad I post to occasionally. I like submitting the fics to other blogs though, just so more people get the chance to read it. I always submit the link to the fic on Wattpad as well, so here you go: https://www.wattpad.com/1415162684?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_writer&wp_uname=cutefluff177

I hope you enjoy!

VIVI’S RESPONSE: I’ve had this submission in my ask box for a long time, and I’ve read it SO MUCH. But I’ve been hesitant to post it because I love it so much. I didn’t want it to get drowned in any other asks or posts of mine too soon. This is such a fantastic submission, Nonnie. Thank you so much for sharing. I am just at a loss for words because of how articulate, natural, genuine and charming your writing is. Everything here is so canon and in character. Please don’t stop. Please submit more. Even better, make your own blog. It would get so much attention, I’d make sure it did. Thank you so much for trusting me with submitting your fanfiction and sharing it to everyone. It means *so much.* 💕

"Y O U D B E D E A D W H E R E Y O U S T A N D."

The human's eyes widened and appeared to water for a moment, and in that moment, Sans realized he'd gone too far. His intention was never to make the human feel bad. He wasn't sure what his intention was if he was being honest. Originally, he just wanted to give the human the full story. He'd figured the kid deserved to hear the truth from him, but spelling it out like that was never part of the plan.

His tone of voice, his vacant eyes, they had been almost involuntary. In a second he went from seeing the kind human in front of him to seeing the blood stained, evil face he'd seen in his dreams. He was originally just going to mention the promise he made, but the emotions that spilled over from everything made him slip up.

"Hey, lighten up bucko," He tried to reach out with a gentle, hopefully calming voice. "I was only joking."

They wiped at their face and got up from their chair. Without a word the human started walking away.

"Kid, wait!" He got up, reaching out to them.

"I thought we were friends." The smallest, saddest voice Sans had ever heard said. Oh no, he'd really messed up.

"W-we are!"

He was met with only silence as the human sniffled. Sans couldn't have felt more awful. It wasn't the kids fault he could sense alternate timelines. Those versions of the human had messed up, done awful things, and fought maliciously. Not this one. This kid had done virtually nothing wrong compared to those other timelines. How could he have let his emotions get the better of him like that, saying that to the human completely unprovoked? Sure, he wanted to be honest with the kid, but that didn't mean having to go and say something like that.

"I-I... Okay." Sans knew just 'sorry' wouldn't cut it. "I'll go pay for dinner. Can you wait outside for me?"

The human nodded their head.

"Alright, I'll give you a moment." With that he got up and made his way to the counter to pay their check. Meanwhile, the human walked past him and out the door.

Sans was only glad there was no one near them to see what he'd said to the poor kid. After he paid the giant blob fish and grabbed a bottle of ketchup to go he made his way to the entrance of the hotel. A few feet from the door sat the human, knees up and crouched, hiding their face.

"Thanks for waiting for me." He smiled, reaching out a hand. The human looked up for a moment and, hesitantly, decided to take it. Sans helped them stand up. "Do you want to go over to the courtyard? They have some benches we can talk at. No shortcuts required."

"O-okay." They stared up at him. He'd never really taken the time to look them in the eye until this moment. Before, he'd tried not to pay attention, mostly because it brought back painful memories to the nightmares he'd been having. Now that he really looked though, the eyes that looked up at him were completely different from what he was expecting. They were gentle, kind, not like the rage filled ones he'd seen in his dreams.

The two walked over to the bench next to a statue of Mettaton, surrounded by shrubs and bushes also in the shape of Mettaton.

"I'm sorry, kid. I've always been kind of a bonehead, but I really messed up." He gave a dry, humorless laugh.

"I just don't get it." The human shook their head. "Did I do something wrong? I get that I'm not like you guys, and humans have been really bad to you, but I thought I was doing good."

"No, you haven't done anything wrong." He assured the child. "I guess I'm the one that still has some biases."

They wiped at their face, a few tears still remaining. "I understand, you know." They said with a sudden seriousness. "I know what would have happened if that woman had never talked to you. It just never really sunk in that you might have... That you..."

"Hey, enough of that. I shouldn't have even brought it up in the first place."

"But it's true."

He sighed. He didn't like admitting it, but he was at a loss for words. No witty joke or comeback, no pun or sarcasm. Well, he wanted to be honest with the human for once, he might as well pass his judgment a little bit early.

"I've seen you, kid. You always try to do the right thing, even when monsters make it difficult for you. That doesn't make you completely innocent or naive, but you always kept a certain tenderness close to your heart." He handed the human a paper towel he'd grabbed on the way out for them to dry their tears.

They took it, wiping at their face, then crumbling it up and putting it in their pocket.

"Whatever might or might not have happened if things were different, I want you to know I'm glad things turned out this way."

The human took a breath and smiled. They really were resilient. Of course Sans already knew that, watching their every fight, but he'd never seen how quickly the human was able to bounce back emotionally. He didn't know much about their personality in general.

All this time the human had been so caught up in being kind to all the monsters they encountered, getting to know them, becoming friends with them, but Sans never extended the same courtesy back. Sure, he kept an eye out for them. He already knew they could just load their recent save file if something bad happened, but that didn't mean they couldn't feel the pain with every fight they lost. He'd mostly just checked to see what the human chose to do, all so he could pass judgment on them at the end of their journey, just like every other timeline of himself did. However, he never got to know the kid on a personal level, despite the time they had spent together.

"You know, you're a really tough kid. How old are you anyway?" He asked just before taking a swig of ketchup.

"I turned 8 a few weeks ago."

Sans nearly choked. He banged his fist against his chest, coughing and sputtering. Up until then he thought the kid was way older. Of course he had no idea what a human child was supposed to look like, or how tall they were supposed to be, but he never thought the kid was that young. Though, the standards between humans and monsters were a bit different. Some monsters could live hundreds of years, usually reaching adulthood much later in life than humans. To some monsters, 8 was practically still a toddler.

"Sans! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just went down the wrong pipe." He lied as his coughing fit settled down. "Geez kid, you must be pretty tall for your age."

The human raised an eyebrow. "No, I'm pretty average. I think I am at least."

Wow. His knowledge on humans was worse than he thought. The kid had always seemed so mature, from how they talked to others, to how they treated everyone with empathy, and how they handled situations that even some adults would have trouble with. It was hard to believe that in other timelines, a human that age could be capable of everything they'd done.

"I think you're the first person that asked how old I was."

"Really?" He supposed he wasn't the only one that didn't really get to know the human more personally. Or at least the first to ask these questions.

"You know, no one down here has asked me what my name is." They sighed. "Everyone kind of just started calling me 'the human.'"

That couldn't be right. Not a single one of the monsters they'd met had asked their name? Although, thinking back on it, he'd never taken the time to ask himself. Even Papyrus chose to refer to them as 'the human'.

"Well, let me be the first to ask. What is your name?"

A long pause followed, as if they weren't actually expecting him to ask. "I'm Frisk."

"That's a cool name. Pleased to finally make your acquaintance." He held out his hand for Frisk to shake. They took it, only to hear a long, drawn out farting noise come from his hand. For some reason they were surprised, even though this was one of the first pranks Sans ever pulled on them. They gave a snort of laughter before covering their smile.

"Glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humor," he said with a wink.

"Do you carry that thing with you everywhere?"

"Hey, I'm always prepared for a comedy emergency. Just in case I need to cheer up a friend."

Frisk's smile was small, but it was a sign that Sans was winning them over.

"How come you never told anyone this stuff?" He continued. "Usually you're supposed to say your name when you introduce yourself."

"I- don't know," Frisk admitted. "I've never been good at that kind of stuff."

"You mean like talking to people?"

"Yeah." They turned their eyes away, seemingly shy about the fact.

"Well, you've done really well talking to monsters." He patted them on the shoulder.

Frisk's smile grew. "I guess I have. I never thought about it, but you guys just feel easy to talk to."

The kid really had grown during their journey. Sans felt a sense of pride looking at them. Though they were bruised and battered from the adventure so far, they never let it change who they were. Sans felt foolish for not trying to get to know them sooner, all because of some bad dreams. And what better way to bond with someone than telling them bad jokes?

"Hey kid, do you know how many beans are in a can?"

They thought for a moment, then shook their head no.

"239, any more and they'd be 'too farty'."

They broke out into giggles. "Too farty? That's so dumb."

"Yeah, that one's pretty silly." He chuckled.

Frisk took a breath to stop laughing. "You know, I stopped by the snail farm earlier and did the snail race. I tried taking off my snails shell to make it go faster, but it just made it more 'sluggish'."

Sans was the one to laugh this time, snickering into his hand. "Kid, that was so bad. I'm proud." It was reassuring to see just how quickly the kid bounced back. Maybe things weren't unsalvageable after all.

"I'm still sorry about what happened earlier," he sighed, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

Frisk considered it. "We could keep telling each other bad jokes."

He smiled, relief washing over him, both because Frisk was willing to forgive him, and because he loved telling these jokes. "Bud, you have no idea how happy that makes me."

They kicked their legs giddily. "Oh, I've got one! What is a pirate's favorite letter?"

"Pft, too easy kid. It's arrrrr."

"Nope. It's the C."

Sans face palmed and gave a huff of laughter. "You got me there."

Frisk beamed with pride. Sans never thought he would find someone else that was so proud of their bad puns. Well, other than his friend behind the ruin door.

"Okay, my turn." He continued. This was one of his favorite jokes to annoy Papyrus with, or at least get him to laugh. "How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?"

They were oblivious to where Sans was going with this, even as he leaned just a tad bit closer.

"I don't know."

"Tentacles!" He suddenly poked at the humans side, and that was all it took to get a squeak out of them. "Oh?" He asked with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I guess it doesn't take nearly as many to get you to laugh."

Frisk giggled nervously and wrapped their arms around themself.

"I didn't know humans were ticklish. It's a good thing you didn't let anyone know, they could have been a tickle monster." He quipped.

"No way," they insisted, "there's no such thing as a tickle monster." As far as they had seen. There was still a large portion of the underground they hadn't gotten to explore. For all they knew, a tickle monster could very well be real.

"You want to bet?" Sans wiggled his fingers toward them. "Unfortunately for you, I'm the biggest tickle monster you'll ever meet."

The excited expression on Frisk's face reminded him of when his brother was little. He used to love playing tickle monster, and Sans remembered his giggles along with him halfheartedly swatting away his tickling hands. Frisk actually reminded him a lot of his brother. Both were kind and considerate, both were strong fighters but never had it in their heart to actually hurt anyone. The one main difference was that Frisk seemed to like his jokes.

"Nahaha, I don't believe you!" The human stubbornly shook their head.

"Oh, you don't, do you?" He teased, his hands drawing closer. "Well, I guess I'll just have to convince you!"

He finally skittered his fingers across the human's sides, causing them to flail their arms as they squealed.

"I guess I'm really tickling your funny bone, huh kid?" He grinned as he wiggled his fingers on their side. Frisk squirmed and swatted away the skeleton's hands.

"Sahahahans! It tickles!"

"Really?" He chucked. "I never would have guessed."

Frisk was a kicker, so much so that Sans had to back himself up a bit to avoid getting kicked. "Geez, are all humans this squirmy?" He tried to hide the amusement in his voice, but the endearing giggles coming from the human were hard to not find adorable.

"Nohohohoho! I'm nohohohohot!" They denied even as they were still flailing.

"You're not?" He teased, "Oh, I get it, you're not actually a human. You're a wiggly worm." He made sure Frisk saw his hands make claw-like motions before tickling at their sides again. The playful jester seemed to only make the tickling worse, as Frisk's laughter turned more high pitched. Though they shook their head back and forth, they made no real effort in pushing him away.

"Hey, I've got more jokes for ya." He said without skipping a beat. "Why can't you hear a pterodactyl go to the bathroom?"

Frisk was in no position to ask 'why', but that wouldn't stop them from trying. "Whahaha-why?"

"Because, the P is silent."

It was childish, but the silliness of the joke would have already been enough to make Frisk laugh. "Thahahahahats so- ahahAH!" Sans quickly shifted to tickling under their arms. They tried blocking the tickles, but found that they'd accidentally trapped Sans's hands in place. He hardly even needed to try tickling them, all he had to do was wiggle his fingers.

"Hey, I'm alright giving you a hand every now and then, but I'm going to need them back at some point." Papyrus used to fall for the same trap all the time. He could never lift his arms once Sans's hands had been trapped in place, making it all too easy to completely wreck him with tickles.

"Ihihits not my fault!" Frisk exclaimed through their fits of giggling. After a minute, they finally found the strength to lift their arms, and Sans took that as his que to change spots.

"Geez kid, I know these jokes are real rib ticklers, but come on." At that he switched to scribbling along their ribs, driving home the pun.

"SAHAHA-SANS! NOhohohoho!" They helplessly squirmed as he took time to individually tickle between each rib, another skill he'd picked up from his tickle fights with his brother. The human was certainly determined, but even they would need a break from the tickle monster eventually. Right on que, Frisk decided to tap out.

"Ohohohokay! Mehehehercy!" A call for mercy from Frisk meant it was serious. The kid had shown mercy to every monster they'd fought so far, Sans figured he should follow their example.

"Alright, I'll spare ya." He chuckled, releasing the giggling human from his clutches.

Frisk's laughing fit slowly subsided as they held their sides. "You were right, Sans. You are a real tickle monster!"

He grinned at the proclamation. Seems he hadn't lost his touch. It had been a while since he and his brother played that game, but now it felt as though no time had passed. He was still a big brother, that instinct never left him.

"Hey, can skeletons be ticklish too?" Frisk asked.

The grin on Sans face quickly dropped. Oh yeah, he'd forgotten that usually in their game, Papyrus would seek retaliation. He'd always let his brother get some revenge, it was just the principle of the game, but he'd also forgotten just how nerve wrecking the anticipation of being tickled could be.

"Uh, well you see-EEK"

Frisk hadn't actually tickled him yet, all they had done was get ready to poke his side. As soon as Sans even noticed the human was drawing close he flinched and yelped.

Frisk couldn't help but laugh. "Sans, I didn't even do anything."

"H-hey, buddy, l-let's talk about this," he nervously stammered, already guarding his sides.

"So, you're saying skeletons can be ticklish?"

"Nahahahaha! Frisk, whahahahait!" They just wiggled their fingers slightly closer to him.

"Come on, Sans, you said you wanted to make it up to me." Frisk smirked. "I'm the tickle human now!"

That smug kid. Of course they would play that card. He supposed it was only fair, since he was the one who initiated the game in the first place, but why did he have to be so ticklish? He had a knack for making people laugh with his jokes, but he was a bit more reserved when it came to his own laughter. He supposed laughing was another form of vulnerability, one others didn't get to see from him often.

Again, looking at Frisk he was reminded of his brother, eagerly awaiting taking some playful revenge. Papyrus was one of the few people he trusted getting close to, and despite his memories of humans from other timelines, he felt that same bond towards Frisk, like a new little sibling. As long as the kid was having fun, he supposed he could handle it.

At least he thought he could, before Frisk finally poked and prodded his stomach. "Pfft! Bahahaha! Wahah-wahahait! I wahahasnt ready!" How embarrassing. Frisk barely had to lift a finger and he was already a mess. He was hoping the human wouldn't realize that they could tickle his stomach, but that poke had sealed his fate.

"Ready or not, the tickle human is after you!" Frisk seemed to pounce as they scribbled across his torso. Sans couldn't hope to pretend it wasn't getting to him as his booming belly laughs filled the air.

It hardly made sense to Frisk how Sans had a belly in the first place. In their mind, a skeletons' clothes should hang around their bones, but it seemed like magic somehow gave his body a more physical form. They had no idea how that worked, but they were grateful for it. After all, it seemed to make him all the more ticklish.

"Wow, you're super ticklish!" The human exclaimed. "Are all skeletons like this, or are you just extra ticklish?"

"Stahahahap making fun of me!"

"Making fun of you?" they pretended to be offended. "I'm asking a real question."

"NAHAHAHAHAHA FRISK- NOHOHO!" He gawked as they suddenly kneaded his stomach.

"Do you mean no, all skeletons are this ticklish?" They suddenly scratch along his ribs, resulting in a yelp. "Or do you mean no, you're just that ticklish?"

Sans's deep belly laughs turned into snickering as he tried to respond. "No-nohohoho nohohohot either!" As he tried to catch his breath, a loud, unmistakable snort came from him.

Frisk didn't mean to laugh, but seeing the skeleton that was normally so composed be turned into a giggling, snorting mess was something they weren't expecting. "Skeletons can snort, too?"

"Ihihihi dohohohon't- nahahahahaha!" In trying to deny the fact that he could, in fact, snort, he left himself open to a sudden bombardment of kneading and scribbling on his belly. His clothes didn't seem to do much to lessen the ticklish shock, only sending him into even higher pitched laughter. Trying to block the human's hands, he fell to his side, allowing Frisk to tower over him and release their final tickle attack. They scratched and spidered everywhere they could reach. His sides, belly, ribs, nothing was safe as he could only throw his head back in laughter.

"AHAHAHALL RIHIHIHIGHT! I gihihihive, mehehehercy!" He gave in and grabbed hold of their hands, finally pushing them away. "Youhuhuhu little gremlin." His final giggling fit only gave way to more snorting, making Frisk laugh along with him.

They tried to giggle through an apology, unsuccessfully as they doubled over.

"You're a real menace, you know that?" Though Sans shook his head, he was still grinning.

"Saha-sorry, I didn't mean to push."

"Pft, please," He said as he sat up straight, "it takes more than that to take me down." The last thing he wanted was for the kid to think he couldn't handle something as silly as being tickled.

"Really? You seemed pretty ticklish to me. Way too ticklish!"

"Alright, alright," he nudged Frisk's shoulder playfully. "Ya got me, kid."

They kicked their legs in delight. "The tickle human wins!"

Sans patted the human's head. "Hee, looks like someone's fully cheered up."

He was glad the human was a pacifist, otherwise he might have been in trouble there. While he was reflecting, his watch suddenly rang out an alarm. Ah, his break was technically over. Though he didn't really care about going back to work, Frisk seemed to notice as they glanced over at the time.

Nodding their head, Frisk stood up. "I guess I need to get going. Alphys is probably wondering where I've been."

Even though Sans knew they would have to carry on with their journey eventually, he found himself not wanting to say goodbye. He knew Frisk would still have many trials to face, eventually leading them to their ultimate choice. Either they would defeat the king and get to go home, or they would give up their soul. Sans tried not to dwell on it too much, but it was hard not too when Frisk was right in front of him.

Maybe that's the real reason he didn't get to know the kid earlier. Getting attached would make it all the harder to let them go, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to lose something like that again. But the prophecy was already in motion. Even if he wanted to convince the kid to stay, like he'd attempted to do at the restaurant, they were too determined for their own good. As hard as it was, he would have to let the human return to their adventure.

When he turned to say his goodbyes, until he would inevitably meet the human again in the judgment hall, he found himself feeling different than he'd expected. Instead of sadness, there was a sense of hopefulness. Even though it seemed impossible, even if it really was impossible, somewhere in his heart he knew Frisk would make the right choice in the end, and they would be okay.

He stood up, a confident smile on his face. "Good luck, kiddo." Again, he held out his hand for Frisk to shake.

"I'm not falling for that a third time." Frisk rolled their eyes.

Sans dropped the whoopie cushion. "Eh, worth a shot." He winked.

Frisk giggled. "Bye Sans. I hope I see you again soon."

Sooner than they'd think, that's what Sans wanted to say. Instead he just gave a wave, then watched the human as they made their way back into the hotel, where they would continue their journey into the core.

It would be a tough road ahead, for both of them. But this newfound hope seemed to give him his own determination. No matter how this ended, he believed in Frisk, and he was glad he'd finally gotten the chance to know them.

#submission #undertickles #undertale tickle #submissions? to vivi? oh wow!!!#lee!frisk #ticklish!frisk!#ler!frisk #lee!sans #ticklish!sans #ler!sans #tk fic

15 notes · View notes

moonheart1313 · 4 months ago

Text

THANK YOU

All of this exactly! I'm genuinely amazed at the overwhelming hate for Stolas in these last two eps. Bc to me, all of Blitzo's and Stolas' reactions toward one another make perfect sense! Everything we've had revealed to us about their relationship (meeting and bonding as children, Blitzo being the one to seduce him as an adult, Stolas living in an abusive and loveless marriage, Blitzo being the "unfavorite" with his father, etc.), has been leading up to all of this.

Both men are in the wrong, but this episode focused on Blitzo finally seeing the PAIN he's caused people, being forced to confront it. All those people at the party are people he dumped and ran away from. But Stolas is the one who dumped HIM (at least from Blitzo's POV). And Blitzo wasn't ready to let that relationship go and tried to act like everything was fine.

Neither Stolas nor Blitzo knows how to be in a proper relationship, the former due to inexperience/ignorance and the latter due to his enormous insecurities and trauma. And I think that's what people just don't really seem to grasp. Sometimes characters, people really, don't always make the right decisions. This doesn't make them bad or abusive or evil--they're just making decisions based on their emotions.

Stolas wanted to explain his feelings in Full Moon and, to the best of his current ability, he did. But one, he caught Blitzo off-guard and two, didn't give him the proper time to actually process and work through just what Stolas was trying to tell him. But Stolas wanted to her HIS feelings out that he's been rehearsing in his head for weeks now. And just wanted to either be rejected or accepted--he just wanted to know. And once he had his answer, at least his perceived answer, he just wanted to be done with the conversation and swallow his hurt down.

And Blitzo had no idea any of this was coming. His assumption was, at to an extent still is (at least until his last convo with Stolas during Apology Tour), that Stolas was bored with him. He sought to impress him with sex so as not to lose their relationship. And when Stolas suddenly began throwing all these feelings at him, he didn't know what to do with that. Blitzo has only just started to get used to humility and respect in his friendships (for example, Moxxie and Fizz), but romantic/sexual relationships are a bit tougher for him. Which is why he went to his best defense mechanism--joking around and being overtly sexual. Which to Stolas probably seemed like he was just mocking him.

I mean, if I was being totally honest about my feelings and someone did that to me? Even if I was expecting a rejection, I'd still be hurt. Like REALLY hurt. And even so, I completely understand Blitzo's response.

And something I want to point out that I haven't seen brought up very much--the crystal. Stolas gave it to him, explaining it's use and giving Blitzo a huge out of their relationship. Letting him go with a heavy heart. Blitzo brings up the crystal at the beginning of Apology Tour, saying he wants to feel like he's "earning his way". Now this is funny af to me. Bc Blitzo? Sure, he enjoys feeling like he's accomplished something (past his original line of work as a clown), but the idea that he has to earn his way and he wouldn't hesitate at getting a free pass so he can continue to do his job?

Come the fuck on. It sounded like a huge excuse to me, even if there's a hint of truth to it. If he didn't feel what he felt for Stolas, he would have taken the crystal, told him "Well it was fun while it lasted, have a good life, bucko" and left. But their relationship IS deeper than that. Even if Blitzo may not know what the feels for Stolas, it's deep. He can feel concern for him. Jealousy. Even heartache.

Sorry for going on about this, but I'm irritated by just how many people imo have grossly misinterpreted these episodes, and the Stolitz relationship in general. You don't have to like the ship, live and let live, but all of the posts saying Stolas is such a hypocritical abuser have really misunderstood his character. Its okay if you don't feel the same level of sympathy for him that you might feel for Blitzo, but don't ignore the struggles that Stolas has, too. These are two very complicated men and part of the fun is watching them attempt to navigate a relationship.

And sometimes even the best of relationships can be really messy.

Been seeing some criticisms of Stolas from the last two eps that I’m just like…did we watch the same show?

Disclaimer before I begin; I think both parties have made mistakes and both need to grow. I am only focusing on Stolas bc people seem to give Blitzø the benefit of the doubt/understand his actions in a way they seem unwilling to do so for Stolas

Going through different opinions I’ve seen:

- “Stolas is abusive bc he forces Blitzø into sex work/he threatens Blitzø’s business to get sex”

I do agree that Stolas creating the Full Moon transaction wasn’t great, and their relationship could never be more than sex until that was dropped. HOWEVER Blitzø is not blameless in that situation. He is the person who snuck into Stolas’ house and seduced him bc he wanted to steal from him. Blitzø’s business is based off of using Stolas’ stolen property. You could argue that it shouldn’t belong to Stolas or that imps are treated so lowly in society Blitzø had no other choice? But asking for the book back isn’t “threatening Blitzø’s business” it’s…getting back what he stole so Stolas can do his job

- “Stolas is abusive bc of the power/class difference in their relationship”

I do think the class difference is something they’ll have to overcome but I would call it a character flaw of Stolas more than abusive. We do see him condescend to Blitzø earlier in their relationship in Lululand and Truthseekers but I’d argue that is more to do with Stolas being incredibly sheltered and too lovesick from his first relationship. I’d argue this is an earlier element of their relationship that there may still be some work left to do but by the breakup I don’t think is there as much. I think Blitzø externalizes a lot of his insecurities onto Stolas’ perception of him, but it’s mostly that a projection

-“Stolas is at fault for the break up bc he wouldn’t hear Blitzø out/bc he projected Blitzø outside his house”

The breakup is both their fault but I don’t think this is really fair. Yes, Stolas was so busy rehearsing his lines that it didn’t occur to him that Blitzø might need a minute to react or might feel like Stolas’ feelings came out of nowhere. But we don’t always react perfectly when we’re upset or hurt. I don’t think Stolas really believed Blitzø would say yes. A part of him probably hoped, really wanted to think Blitzø would but he was probably expecting a rejection. And to not only be rejected but to be mocked with the words you most want to hear after you’ve just been vulnerable…I would probably walk away from that situation too. Did Blitz start to realize at the end that he fucked up and Stolas was serious? Sure, after he screamed a bunch of insults at Stolas and made him cry. We as the audience know Blitzø’s history and saw him change at the last second but Stolas doesn’t and had his back to him so couldn’t see his expression soften. Also Stolas has lived close to 20 years with a wife who always screams and belittles him so I don’t blame him for not wanting to hear Blitzø out after that

-“Blitzø tried to apologize and Stolas wouldn’t hear him out”

Except…no he didn’t? Sure at the very end of Full Moon he attempts a last minute sorry but only after he’s pushed Stolas so far. He could’ve tried to text Stolas an apology or he could’ve tried to apologize when they were by the pool in apology tour but he doesn’t. At that point he’s still just trying to pretend everything is fine between them and get back to sex with Stolas bc he believes that’s the only reason Stolas likes him and if he can only give Stolas a good lay everything will go back to how it was. Blitzø doesn’t want to apologize, he wants to reset the status quo and Stolas won’t let him.

-“Stolas being upset in Apology Tour came out of nowhere/is bad writing bc he only cared about Blitzø for sex before”

I’m sorry…did we watch the same show? Sure, Stolas is a bit horny on main for Blitzø in the first 2 eps but that’s bc this is his first relationship and he’s excited. But as early as the Harvest Moon Festival he’s wanting to spend time with Blitzø and talk to him more. From then on he’s trying very hard to connect with Blitzø and keeps being shut down. If Full Moon had been Blitzø’s first rejection of Stolas you could maaaaybe see Stolas’ reaction as overkill but not with everything we’ve seen of their relationship and is shown in Stolas’ apology song. The only reason you could think Stolas felt nothing for Blitzø is if you took everything Blitzø said at face value and he is shown by Fizz’s reactions and Stolas’ actions to have a skewed perspective

TLDR; Stolas is not blameless but the way some fans maliciously interpret all of his actions just doesn’t square with the text of the show

#i mean #we still havent seen how fizz and ozzie met #do we think their relationship was easy from the beginning #maybe it was but #it could easily not be #they might have had a lot of obstacles #hell just keeping their relationship a secret #thats not necessarily a healthy thing to do #but they grew and changed #stolitz can change too #let characters develop #let them transform #and sometimes transformations are ugly and uncomfortable #but its the only way the chrysalis can form and we can see the final product

58 notes · View notes

sundayswiththeilluminati · 2 years ago

Text

broke: The Warmind Rasputin was destroyed by the Witness when he fired on the Pyramid Fleet

woke: The Warmind Rasputin was disabled and badly damaged but through various defensive measures salvaged enough of himself for us to rebuild him, and will soon be back online

bespoke: Rasputin’s been awake for months but keeps playing dead to avoid awkward conversations

#mostly about the Collapse #hey buddy wanna fill us in on this whole Nezarec thing #wanna tell us how you lost to a guy who dressed like that on purpose #sorry bucko the truth is out #no hiding from it anymore #fess up #Destiny 2 #the Warmind Rasputin #ra ra Rasputin Mars' greatest war machine #this is the wager of existence #bungo where is my boy #where is my BOY bungo

168 notes · View notes

lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years ago

Note

Can I request something cheesy for Bucky x reader? Reader is staying in his room for the night because he's having nightmares. "I'm falling in love with you Bucky." "Don't play with me doll" "Who said I was playing?" And they kiss half asleep. Maybe in the morning Steve is smiling like a jackass because he knew they'd get together.

this is so cute i cry. waaaaa

CAN I KISS YOU?- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Best Friend! Bucky x Fem! Reader (College AU)

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: none really other then some petnames, and mentions of smoking weed. lots of fluff but hints of sexual tension mkay mkayy

Ring! Ring!

Your phone sounded from under the blankets, the shrill noise waking you from your grogginess. You moaned, hand smacking the covers as you were blinded, face smushed in the pillow from when you were crying.

Your cheeks were sticky, eyes swollen as you had cried yourself into a state of sleepiness, just on the brink of unconsciousness before your phone had gone off.

You finally had found it, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room your roommate had left on before she left, when she had snuck into your room to steal the lipgloss you had begged her not to.

“Hello?” you croaked out, voice laced with sleep as your rubbed your tired eyes.

“Kitty cat? Are you okay? I’ve tried calling you for a while now.” Your best friend Bucky asked, concern evident as you sat up fully. “Yeah, yeah I’m so sorry I was asleep. Is everything okay?”

“Just missed you. Can't sleep.” he sighed, and you could tell he was having his nightmares again. They happened nearly every night, and you did everything in your power to help him.

Weekly sleepovers were the routine for the pair of you, and honestly- nothing sounded better than being in his arms right now.

“You want me to come over Bucko?” you cooed gently, shuffling out of bed, watching as his oversized sweater slouched down past your knees.

“You know I do. But isn't Julia with you?” he asked, knowing that when your roommate was over she tended to want to do things with you, like take you out. You much rather stay in the comfort of your dorm, or his and Steves than go out and drink until your legs no longer functioned.

“No um- she left. Went to a party…again.” you huffed, opening your nightside table drawer to garb two bags of chamomile tea for when you went over. “You didn't want to go?”

“I never want to go. My idea of a good time is being with you or smoking weed in my room. Or those two things, together.’ He laughed at your truthful answer, knowing deep down you were right.

You hated big groups and gatherings, trying to avoid them the best you could. Sometimes, you'd go- just to make Julia happy. Tonight though, you couldn't. You didn’t have the energy, and you were tired of feeling used.

“I’ll be over in five.” you smiled, feeling slightly better already that you'd be seeing him soon. The man who always made you feel better when you were down, who looked after you as you did with him.

The man you were in love with.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Knock knockity knock knock!” you sang out softly, twisting the knob open to Bucky and Steve's door, poking your head in. You shuffled inside, tote bag filled with goodies brushing against the doorframe as you surveyed the little common room.

Steve waved at you from the little kitchenette, slipping his headphones off. “There she is!” he smiled, watching as you tossed your bag up on the counter beside him.

“Back again for more.” you teased, grabbing the tea packets, Steve switching the flicker on the kettle as he had done so many times before. “Did you bring more goodies this time?” he asked, leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you with amusement as you struggled to grab the cups at the top shelf.

“I brought my weighted neck thingy I thought would help him this time. The tea- of course, and some late-night snacks.”

“Anything I can snag?” he asked, riffling through your bag before he stopped on a bag of cheese crackers. He tilted his head in an asking manner, and you nodded, watching him pocket the bag.

“God bless your soul Y/N.” he sighed, kissing the top of your head before he made his way over to his bedroom. “Goodnight stinker.” you whispered, making him laugh as he shut the door behind him.

You listened to the kettle whistle, the steam emerging from the top as you poured the hot water into the mugs. You hummed a little tune to yourself as you hiked your bag up your shoulder, balancing the drinks in hand as you walked slowly on the old hardwood, so it wouldn't creak in the night.

“Bucko?” you called out, seeing the door hand twist, his large figure appearing from the doorway. “Hi pretty kitty.” he smiled, dimples appearing as he opened the door, shooing you in quietly.

“I come bearing gifts.” you smiled, holding up the mugs before setting them down on his dresser. You took in his room, one you had been in many times before but couldn't get enough of.

You had helped him decorate it when the two of you moved into residence, transforming the dark and shabby shell of a room into something of a comfort. Posters dotted the walls, framed photos, candles and stacks of books, and his sketches surrounded the area, making you smile.

“You know you don't have to bring stuff every time you come over. Your company is plenty.” he shook his head with a smile, watching as you unloaded the snacks and comforts from your bag.

“You're telling me you don’t want… Mini Eggs?” you asked teasingly, shaking the bag in front of his face before he snatched it from you.

“Well duh. But doesn't the chocolate kinda cancel out the tea?” he asked, popping the bag open as he tossed a little blue egg in his mouth. “I don’t really care 'cause they taste good.” you shrugged in response, taking a sip of the piping hot tea, humming in delight as it warmed your insides.

“Very true.” he agreed, the old bed creaking as he plopped back onto it, resting his head on one of the many pillows, looking up at the fairy lights.

“Oh! I almost forgot-” You rummaged through your bag, pulling out the weighted shoulder pads. “I know you like your weighted blanket and you said your shoulders had been acting up so I brought this.” you smiled, skipping over to him as you sat beside him in bed, sliding it on him.

“Oh thank you kit. You're such an angel to me.” he blushed, kissing your hand gently. “Of course silly. Anything for you.” you said, snuggling into bed, not noticing the blush that deepened across his cheeks at your words.

“Hey kitty?”

“Yea?” You looked up at him, head resting on his shoulder as he held you closer. “Were you crying earlier? Your eyes are swollen.”

You looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze anymore. He had you figured out. He always did.

Damn him and his superhuman ability to read you like an open book.

“Maybe.”

“Hey, hey we don't have to talk about it. It doesn't matter why it matters that you did. And I’m really sorry for that kit.” he tilted your head up with his thumb, brushing your cheek.

“I’m here, okay? Always.” You sniffled, feeling the tears starting to brew again. ‘Thank you Bucky. Really.”

“Besides, you're too pretty to cry anyways.” he teased, making you laugh as he wrapped a soft, fuzzy blanket around your frame. “And you're too pretty to have sleeping problems.” you snorted, patting his bicep gently.

“Pfft. Yeah, I guess so eh?” he sighed, an arm wrapped around you as his hand stroked your back in a repeating, soothing motion. “It's okay. We can just eat snacks and cuddle away our problems.”

“Cause our problems fuckin suck.” he agreed, watching as you clung to his sleep shirt- an old band tee he had thrifted with you months ago.

“They really do. But we have each other.” you acknowledged, watching the clock's hands tick by on the wall. There was a kiss placed to your head and you smiled as he breathed in your lavender shampoo. “That we do doll. That we do.” he murmured, sleep laced in his voice as you closed your eyes.

You were groggy, muscles relaxing under his touch as you breathed in his comforting smell. You listened to his breaths, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he fell deeper into relaxation.

It was then you decided to take the leap you had been wanting to take for years now. When the two of you were safe, and no one could harm you. Not even your own ego if it was wounded- you were too sleepy to care.

“ Hey Buck? I think I’m falling in love with you. Fallen- I mean.” You felt the bed shift as he peered down at you, shock written clear as day across his face.

Shock and well… Was that a hint of giddiness in his eyes?

"Don't play with me doll" he laughed half heartedly, as if this was a joke to you. “Who said I was playing? I’m serious.” you said sleepy, nails digging into his shirt as you clung to him tighter.

You were scared to let go, to leave his eyes. You were swallowed in their depth as he took you in, a blush back on his cheeks.

“ Serious?”

“Serious.”

He hummed to himself, as if he were thinking it though. “Okay.” was all he replied, a sly smirk on his face as he nuzzled back into his pillow with a yawn.

“Okay? That's all I get is an okay?”

“Yup.” he popped the p, his favorite thing in the whole wide world was to get under your skin and tease you. You grumbled incoherently, tugging the blanket over your shoulders.

It was several moments before you heard his voice again, and you perked up immediately. “Kit?”

“Yeah?” You waited, watching as he chewed on his lip.

“Can I kiss you? Ya know… like what all best friends do?”

You were stunned.

Yes. Yes yes, this is all I have ever wanted for years please Bucky, please kiss me with those beautiful, soft pink lips of yours, so your stumble scratches my skin slightly please.

Instead, you were quiet, jaw dropped to the floor. You couldn't speak, so you did the only logical thing you could think of. A hand snaked out to capture his jaw, thumb brushing his chin as you leaned in, lips attaching to his.

He tasted of mint and a sweetness that drove you wild, made your head spin as you heard his breath hitch. It was sweet and tender, yet lazy as whispers of sleep was exchanged between the two of you.

His teeth nibbled on your lower lip, tugging on it as you broke apart, as if Bucky wasn't ready to let you go quite yet. His eyes met your own with a look of hunger as he sucked, leaving your lip slightly swollen.

“So that happened.” you breathed, unable to leave his trance, watching that boyish grin you loved so much appear on his face. “That happened. Are you happy that it happened?” he asked as you snuggled back into his chest.

“Yes. Yes I am.”

And that was that.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The smell of bacon and fresh eggs on the stove woke you from sleep, the comforting scent reminding you of Saturday mornings at your mother's house.

You sighed happily, knowing today was going to be a good day. You had no classes today, and you knew Bucky was free until his 8pm class.

The bed when empty when you stretched, yet the warmth of Bucky's body heat still remained on the sheets. Water spraying from the showerhead trickled from the bathroom, a yawn escaping you as you glanced at the clock on his bedside table.

8:48.

You were proud of yourself for not sleeping in until the late afternoon, knowing you'd be able to snag Steve's breakfast when it was still fresh.

You slid out from under the blankets, snagging a pair of fluffy socks from Bucky's drawer. Hobbling over, you balanced as you slid theme on, Steve's eyes watching you as you shuffled out the door.

“What?” you asked, watching as he just smiled, moving the egg around with his spatula as he whistled a tune.

“Oh nothin.”

“Nothin?” you questioned, confused about why he was acting as if he were a first grader with a secret he refused to tell you at recess.

“You just look… glowy. That's all.”

“Ah yes that smooth, silky pregnancy glow.” you teased, sliding up on the barstool as Steve tossed you a fresh blueberry from the basket beside him.

You caught it in your mouth, humming in delight as the sweet juices exploded in your mouth, sparking up your taste buds. It was then your stomach rumbled, anxious to have some food put in it.

“You know what I mean. So.. who made the first move?” he smiled, giddy as he turned to face you, letting the bacon simmer. “Who said there was a first move?”

“Uh, the look in your eyes. And the fact you literally cannot stop smiling, and it's a semi- decent time for you to be up. smiling.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well he was right. It was true- you couldn't stop smiling. A feeling of happiness seemed to bloom in your chest at the actions that were portrayed last night, an afterthought that refused to leave.

“If you give me another berry- I’ll tell you. M’starving.”

“Kitty made the first move. Begged me to kiss her.” Bucky's voice called from the bathroom, the door now wide open as he stepped out, towel wrapped around his waist.

You forced your jaw to stay clamped shut, though all it wanted to do was fall to the ground as he made his way to you, water droplets still clung to his shoulders. It was nothing you hadn't seen before, Bucky's 6’4, toned body something you had pictured many times.

But now, it was different. How- you didn't know, but it was somehow.

“I did not! You asked me!” you exclaimed, shock written on your face as Bucky opened the fridge, stray water continuing to drip on the hardwood.

“She was all over me dude. I have never seen a girl so head over heels.” he smirked, making Steve laugh. Steve knew damn well Bucky was talking about himself, as Steve had told you many times Bucky had a thing for you.

You were just too scared to act on anything… until last night.

“He asked me. Swear on my life.”

“Yeah, yea yea you kissed. I told you so.” Steve grinned, Bucky’s eyes meeting yours, noticing as you (tried to) indirectly check him out for the millionth time. “You told no one so.”

“Did so.”

“Did not.” you and Bucky bickered back together, Steve's eyes rolling in response.

“If you keep fighting me I’m eating all this food myself.” Steve replied, making you laugh.

“Touche man. Tou fuckin che.”

1K notes · View notes

happyandticklish · 3 years ago

Note

"I'm not lying!" with Eleanor from the good place?? Thank you!! ❤️❤️

"I'm not lying!" Eleanor scoffed, throwing her hands up in defense. "Like, I don't know what you want me to say man other than the truth. Isn't that we're you're all about? The truth?"

Chidi shrugged, ducking his head a bit to hide the amused smile flickering briefly across his features. It was a rarity for him, and Eleanor would have found it cute if it weren't for circumstances. "You don't have to admit it if you don't want, but I think we both saw the evidence a couple minutes ago."

"Oh, oh, because I—what, because I yelped when you jabbed your finger into me? Roughly I might add. I was startled. That's all." There was a good several feet of space between the two of them that Eleanor had placed there, and she was inclined to add more if Chidi kept looking at her like that.

"Then prove it."

"What?"

"Prove that you're not ticklish. Let me tickle you."

Eleanor froze in her pacing, her ears tinging pink at the suggestion. She huffed, rolling her eyes, though the act did little to hide her clear nerves. "Right then. I'll just let you tickle me. Has that ever worked for you?"

Chidi folded his hands, and he was so self-assured in that moment that Eleanor wanted to punch something. Of all the times to gain some confidence, why did it have to be now? "I don't think it's that weird a suggestion. You say that you're not ticklish, and I'll believe you if you just let me test that for myself."

Eleanor scoffed again. She crossed her arms. She uncrossed them. She blew a strand of hair out of her face, tapping her fingers against her leg indecisively. She glared at him.

Finally...

"Fine! Okay, fine, tickle me, get it over with, I don't care!" Eleanor threw her arms up carelessly, locking them behind her head. "Tickle away or whatever."

Chidi raised an eyebrow, and when it was clear she wasn't going to move away at the last moment, he closed the distance between them, placing his hands on her sides. Eleanor's breath hitched in her throat, and she coughed, trying to force her nerves down (and hopefully for them to stop functioning for a bit). Then, his hands started to move.

Eleanor bit her lip, sensation skittering across her skin as his fingers gently teased the area. She bounced a bit, feeling the inevitable giggles building up in her throat. His nails curled under her ribs, and no, no, she was done.

With a squeal, her arms came crashing down and she shoved him away, chuckling awkwardly. "Ha, you really thought I was just gonna let you tickle me? Nice try, bucko, but you're gonna have to work a bit harder than that next time."

"Eleanor—"

"See you loser!"

Chidi watched her flounce from the room, shaking his head fondly.

Thank you for the ask!! Sorry this was kinda late, I got sick out of fucking nowhere and it took me out. Also, you don't know how excited I was to get a Good Place request and especially with Eleanor (she's one of my favorite lees even though I don't really write about her), so I wanted time to actually write something good for this. Hope you like it!!

#the good place #asks #ask game #tickling #tickle fic #drabble #fanfiction #answered ask #sentence starters #chidi anagonye #eleanor shellstrop #this turned out kinda long oops

17 notes · View notes

defenderrosetyler · 3 years ago

Text

APAHS: Chapter 5

A/N: So sorry to keep all of you in suspense! I have already written several more chapters and didn’t realize I hadn’t posted Chapter 5! WC: 2668 Warnings; Mention of the death of a family member Thanks to @flamencodiva for Beta and @winchest09 for the divider!

Sam was here. Sam was here in Storybrooke Cemetery. This was the last place Y/N had expected Sam to be, especially at this hour. Clearing her throat, she repeated her question.

“What are you doing here Sam?” Sam cleared his throat. “Wanted to come and see your Dad and pay my respects,” he says, placing his hands in his lap as he remained seated. He noticed the wet tear slip down her cheek, becoming concerned. “Are you alright?” This made Y/N scoff. “Please, as if you care about my emotions Sam.”

Normally, Sam would have responded with a snarky comment back, sending them into one of their usual arguments. This time though, he shakes his head. Not wanting to fight. This wasn’t the time or place for that. Clearing his throat, he held up his hands, letting them fall on his lap as his eyes met hers. “I didn’t come here to fight Y/N.” Sam says gently, his tone calm and relaxed. Patting the ground next to him, he’d offered her a spot beside him. “I wanted to get some things off my chest. Why not talk to someone who won’t have an opinion to press on me. Allows me to speak freely, lets me open into certain emotions that I’d rather hide.”

As he spoke to her, Y/N couldn’t help but feel sorry for the way she’d spoken to him. Normally, conversations between the pair would end up in a fight, even with name calling involved. This conversation, however, was more relaxed and open. Sam was letting his guard down. Was opening up to someone other than his family. Y/N sat in silence. Rendered speechless by Sam’s words. “What brings you out here?” Sam asks her after a moment passes between the two of them. Crickets filling the atmosphere to make it not as quiet. Taking a deep breath, Y/N looked into Sam’s hazel eyes. “I-I just missed my Dad that’s all” She whispered, eyes falling down to her lap. She didn’t need to tell Sam the whole truth. She really did miss her Dad. Especially given her current circumstances. ====

Enchanted Forest Sam entered Winchester Castle’s archive, panting as he made an attempt to get away from Ruby. She was everything he’d heard about. She sure wasn’t the one for him. The way she’d looked at him sent chills down his spine, and not in a good way either. “Who or what are we hiding from this time,” Gabe calls from his desk in the center of the room. Book in hand as he read. Trying in earnest to find some kind of loophole to free Odette from Rowena’s curse. “Princess Ruby of Avrinyth on the Isle of Dagua.” Sam sighed as he flopped down in one of the plush chairs. Making some sort of excuse to stay away from her and his parents.

Placing his fingers on his temple, Sam groaned, rubbing them in a circular motion, in an effort to make the headache go away. Gabe glanced over from his book hearing the groan, setting his book down closed, his full attention now on Sam. “I’m searching as hard as I can, Sam. I’m searching for a loophole to get your princess back.” Gabe says, his tone soothing, hoping to relieve any stress the young prince may be experiencing. “I just want her back, Gabe.” Sam says, tired and exhausted.

“As of right now, it’s true love, kid,” Gabe sighed. “I mean have you told her you love her?” Sam’s gaze met the Fairy’s, eyes narrowed as well as his eyebrows. “What does telling her I love her have anything to do with this?”

“Oh yeah, saying you love her beauty is absolutely true love,” the fairy said, rolling his eyes. It took all Sam had in him to not roll his eyes, let alone throw him across the library. He really would never live down what he’d said to her at his birthday celebration. Clearly, this was getting him nowhere. He had the same answer as he’d had the last time he checked in with him, and even the Blue Fairy had given him the same answer.

“She’s beautiful and I love that about her,” Sam sighed in frustration, “isn’t that enough? How can that not be enough!”

“Bucko,” Gabriel huffed, “you have a lot to learn about love.” The fairy was collecting the books when he had a thought. “You know where Odette is, right?”

“Obviously,” Sam let out.

“Then go spend time with her,” Gabe insisted, “when you come back, talk to your mother. Ask her why she loves your father. Then go see Odette again, when you come back, as Your father the same question. Maybe you’ll find your answer there?” Sam stands from where he’d been seated, he’d delayed himself long enough. He had to survive dinner, have a private conversation with his mother, then find some way to sneak out of the palace. Away from his parents, away from Ruby, and try Gabe’s next suggestion. ==== Storybrooke

“How long has it been since you were here last? To talk with your Dad, I mean?” Sam asks softly. “Honestly, you think I’d have kept track of that but, judging by the flowers, it's been too long.” Y/N sighed as she looked at the wilting flowers beside her father’s headstone. Sam looks down feeling bad for her, he had both of his parents. How was he supposed to sympathize with her? Sam wanted to help mend the relationship they had, not fight on a constant basis. “If...If there’s anything you need….you know you can talk to me right?” Sam says, hesitating slightly. Y/N shakes her head, pulling the dead flowers from the vase, making a mental note when she comes back the next time to bring fresh ones. She stood, clearing her throat. “It’s getting late, I better head on home.” “Want me to walk you home?” Sam asks, to which Y/N shakes her head. “I can manage,” she replies, giving him a small smile. “Goodnight Sam, thank you for sitting here with me.” “Anytime, if you need someone to talk to or whatever, you know where I’ll be.” Y/N nodded and turned to leave, making the slow walk back to her house. She needed to find extra income now that she was unemployed. Sam didn’t need to know about that. He had enough on his plate to worry about with the debt his family owed. Why on earth would he want to help her?

After watching Y/N walk away, Sam had made his way to work at Gold’s Shop. There were a few items that Mr. Gold wanted to be cataloged. As he was working, time seemed to fly quickly. It wasn’t until a small clock announced that it was close to midnight. Rubbing his eyes, Sam closed the ledger where he was taking inventory, and made his way to the back where Mr. Gold’s office was located. The closer he got, he began to hear a familiar voice.

“It can’t be,” he whispered to himself.

Nearing the door, Sam looked through the crack seeing Dean and Mr. Gold. Dean’s knuckles were bloody and torn. Did Dean do a job for Gold? He wouldn’t, would he? Sam recalled their argument from that morning and sighed.

Pushing the door open, Sam made his presence known, “Mr. Gold I finished --” he stopped halfway and raised an eyebrow at Dean, letting his brother know he was caught. “Dean? What are you doing here?”

Dean in his usual fashion, brushed him off. Sam waited until Dean was walking to his Impala to confront him. This wasn’t good, Gold was manipulative, he could trick you easily. Dean working for him, made him worry what sort of catch there was to this. Why on earth did he choose him of all people as his employer.

His conversation with Dean didn’t go smoothly. Dean, in great big brother fashion, mentioned how Sam had caused their family to be in the predicament they’re in. Why couldn’t his brother see he was trying to fix things on his own? It was his mistake, He, Sam, would need to fix it, not Dean.

Ever since Sam had made the deal with Rowena and buried them in bigger debt, Dean had pulled away from his younger brother. Sam felt it, could feel it with every look and with every conversation they had. Not to mention that Dean seemed to think that Ruby would be in the house. He was sure that he had done everything to keep Ruby out. With these thoughts in mind, Sam shook his head, once he reached the comforts of his apartment, however, his mood was instantly soured. After turning the lock, not hearing the familiar click of the door unlocking, his brows furrowed. He’d locked it before he left this morning, hadn’t he? Upon opening the door, Sam discovered why the door was unlocked, when he saw his ex-girlfriend sitting in the living room. This was going to be a long night. --- Enchanted Forest The evening meal was uneventful, but Sam shuddered as he felt Ruby staring at him for most of it. Gazing at him as if he were the meat that had been placed in front of them. Before excusing himself from the dinner table, Sam turned to look at his mother. “Mom, can we talk, alone?” he asks. The question makes Mary look worried, glancing at her husband before nodding at her son. “Of course sweetheart.” The Queen nods, before rising from the table to leave the dining room to walk side by side with her son. Sam cleared his throat as he walked beside his mother. “What made you fall in love with Dad?” Mary stopped walking, turning to face Sam, her eyes downcast slightly. “This has to do with Ruby’s visit I assume?”

Sam remained silent, giving Mary her answer.

The Queen sighed, clearing her throat. “Your father and I had an arranged marriage,” she explained. “When I first met him, he seemed like someone so self-centered and selfish, only caring about what battles he could go in and bring glory to his people.” She paused and let out a snort, “he would go on and on about the ogre wars and how brave he was fighting for his kingdom. On our wedding day, I saw a different side to your father. He’d changed into someone who was caring, compassionate and took time to listen to my problems. Your father put me first, then the matters of the kingdom a close second.” Sam listened, maybe Gabe was right. There was more to loving someone than just looks. Sam learned that once he’d watched Odette leave the palace gates. Seeing the look on her son’s face, Mary reached out to cup his face gently. “I know you're still set on finding Odette, I really think you should continue your search.” Mary’s words caught Sam off guard. She wanted him to keep looking? If this was the case, then why invite Ruby to the palace at all? Was this his father’s idea? “Why don’t you talk to your father about this too?” Mary suggested. “Why Dad?” Sam muttered. “Dad’s so set on me moving on and marrying someone else.” Mary let out a deep sigh, “Samuel, your father is trying his best to look out for you.” She reached out and pressed her hand to his cheek, “Ever since Odette went missing, you’d been brooding around the castle, wearing yourself out, just to break this curse she’s supposedly under.” “Mom, you heard what Rowena said, I read the translation to you.” As he spoke, Sam’s tone was getting higher and more irritated.

Not wanting to argue with his Mother, Sam left and headed in the direction of the stables to go meet with Odette. The evening the two spent together was something Sam wouldn’t forget. Sharing memories of their childhood, the jokes and pranks he and Dean used to play on her. Hearing her laugh, made Sam’s heart swell. Perhaps his Mom and Gabe were right. There was more to love about someone besides their looks. Beauty was both on the inside, as well as the outward appearance. Like his previous visit, hearing Rowena approaching with Crowley in tow, Sam managed to slip past them unseen. The lack of sleep was getting to him, but the time spent with Odette was worth it. Managing to slip past Ruby after breakfast, Sam meets his father in his study. Clearing his throat, Sam rapped on the door. Hearing John mutter permission for him to enter, he looked up hearing Sam’s shoes. “I thought you and Ruby were off riding after breakfast,” John says confused, looking concerned. Sam shakes his head. “Forgive me for bothering you, but I wanted to talk to you about Mom.” This made the king even more concerned. “Your Mother? Why?” Sam inhaled, letting his words out in a rushed breath. “Was Mom’s beauty the thing that made you fall in love with her?” John’s taken aback by such a question. “No.” He answered without hesitation, “Yes, her beauty was something I noticed right away but, it takes more than outward beauty to truly love a person.”

Sam hesitates before speaking again. “Then why is Ruby here Dad? You know how I feel about her, not to mention matching her with me, given her reputation, is not the best image I want for the kingdom. Dean may be the next king, but I will not see our Kingdom be made a laughingstock.” John looked sympathetic. He knew how well Odette and Sam had gotten along as children, even growing into the adults they were now. “You're really set on finding her aren’t you?” He asks gently. Sam nodded. “I love her Dad. I just don’t know how to tell her, let alone when.” John nods, resting a hand on his son's shoulder. “When the time is right, you’ll know.”

----- Storybrooke “Get out Ruby” Sam snapped, his tone clipped and frustrated “No, my name’s on the lease too. There’s nowhere else for me to go, Sam,” Ruby argues, sipping her burgundy red wine.

She’d held the stem so delicately, as if the glass would shatter. Brown eyes searched Sam’s. Begging for him to continue the argument.

“I’m not in the mood to argue with you right now,” Sam muttered. Heading towards his bed, slamming the door shut, locking it behind him.

As Sam slept, he found himself running through a palace courtyard.

“Come on slowpoke! Gotta catch me!!” The woman’s voice giggled. No….it wasn’t just any voice. He knew who the voice belonged to. Y/n?

Sam was running, leaving the palace to the woods? Why here? Y/N’s pale blue dress shimmered as she ran, her hair all curled flowed down to her back.

“Wait up!!” Sam calls, losing his footing, tripping over a stump as he falls to the dirt below. Looking up as a white swan glides peacefully over the lake.

As he stands, Sam holds his head in agony. Hearing someone call his name. Crying out for him.

“Sam, Help!!”

With her cries, Sam heard a laugh. The laugh was dark and sinister. Hazel eyes fell upon a metal cage, the swan trapped inside. Rushing to the bars to try and free the animal inside, Sam was grabbed by the back of his shirt, eyes turning to look into her green eyes. Not the bright emerald green color of his brothers, but a dark green. “You will never understand love,” She snarled. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder Samuel”

Sam jolts awake, clutching his chest as he hears Y/N’s voice screaming his name. Her voice had sounded like she’d been crying before calling out to him as he was dragged out of the dream. His chest heaved as he attempted to catch his breath, body covered in sweat. “I gotta talk to Henry.” .

#APAHS #APAHS chapter 5 #sam x reader #OUAT fanfic

6 notes · View notes

daddystevee · 4 years ago

Text

you really love her, don’t you?

(steve harrington x fem!reader)

A/N: good lord i feel like i’ve forgotten how to write. Its been way to fucking long. Sorry its basically all dialogue. haha so basically instead of Robin and Steve getting stuck with the Russians, its fem!reader and Steve. Robin, Erica and Dustin go out for help.

Warnings: a few curse words, mention of blood and vomit?

Summary: After being friends for years, reader has always thought that both she and Steve always had some sort of chemistry. But after the first few weeks of summer and working with Robin, she starts to think otherwise. Before the big battle with the mind flayer, reader and Steve let out their true feelings

Work count: 1.6k

•

Steve started off as kind of an acquaintance to you. The two of you would see each other in the hallways at school, and even sat next to each other to talk sometimes in some of your classes. But the day you ended up on the wrong road at the wrong time you got sucked into a scary situation, and it kind of forced the two of you to become friends, and over time best friends.

Throughout the years of fighting with the upside down you had grown to love your best friend. Steve has started to show some interest in you a few months before the two of you graduated. Both you and Steve would go hang out alone, whenever you could, but never really called them dates or anything. He would always act super flirty when he was around you, but you never brought it up to him, hoping he would make the first move.

It all carried on until the two of you scored a summer job at the new Starcourt mall, slinging ice cream at Scoops Ahoy, and he seemed to find some interest in your new coworker, Robin Buckley. You and Steve would still hang out, but when you did he would always ask if Robin could come along. While you didn’t mind Robin coming and hanging out, you wished it could still be just the two of you.

As the summer progressed, both you and Robin cracked a secret Russian code and ended up getting trapped in an underground base for more than 24 hours. You heard Steve get punched too many times, and in the end of it all, both you and Steve got injected with some sort of truth serum.

•

You follow closely behind Dustin going to the front row of the movie theatre, and being told to sit. Both you and Steve do as you’re told.

“Whatever you do, don’t go anywhere.” Dustin says in a very serious tone.

“Fine, dad.” Steve says back sassily, turning to look at you causing the two of you to burst out in laughter.

“We mean it, Harrington.” Robin says in such a way that it makes your giggles die down.

“This movie is pretty boring.” you lean over to whisper to Steve. You tear your eyes away from the screen to look at him as he continuously shoves the popcorn that he had mysteriously picked up, into his mouth.

“You know what’s not boring?” he asks with his mouth still full of popcorn, “Water.”

“I saw a water fountain on the way in here wanna go check it out?” you ask while wiggling your eyebrows at him.

Steve leaned forward to look over to the two smaller children talking to Robin, thinking really hard about what you had just asked.

“But Dustin said to not move.”

“Steve, when have we ever listened to Dustin.”

He leaned back and made eye contact with you and shrugged, throwing the bag of popcorn onto the ground and grabbing your hand, pulling you up and out of the theatre.

•

The two of you stumbled down the hallway and to the fountain, as soon as Steve saw it he ran to it like it was an old friend that he hadn’t seen in years. He instantly stuck his face into the water and drank like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

“That’s amazing”

“Slow down, bucko. Maybe take her on a date first.” you say before grabbing Steves shoulders pushing him out of the way, “It’s my turn, you’ve had enough.”

As you’re drinking the mediocre fountain water, you see out of the corner of your eye, Steve wobble over to the middle of the floor and look up to the ceiling.

“Hey, Y/N.” he says, causing you to lift your head looking in the direction that your name was coming from. “You gotta check this out.”

You take your last sip of water before walking over to the boy and looked up to the ceiling as he was, noticing that the roof was very pretty but starting to spin a little too fast for your liking.

•

After rushing to the bathroom to puke up all that was in your stomach, you and Steve sit on the yellow, white and black checkered floor in silence.

“Hey, the ceiling finally stopped spinning.” you said opening your eyes for the first time since laying down to cool yourself off on the floor.

“Holy shit, you’re right. You think we puked it all up?” he asks

“I think so? Ask me something.”

“Um, when was the last time you peed your pants?”

“Today. When the Russian doctor pulled out that bone saw.”

“Oh, my god.” He let out with a loud chuckle causing you to start laughing.

“It was just a tiny bit!” you say before sitting up against the wall of the stall so you could hear Steve a little bit better.

“Okay, okay my turn.”

“Alright, uh.” you start thinking. Of all of the things you could ask him, one thing comes to mind. “Have you ever been in love?”

“Yup, Nancy Wheeler. But you know how that went.”

“Do you ever feel like you’re still in love with her?”

“No, but I think it’s because I found someone who’s a little better for me.” he admits

You sigh as he continues putting your head on your crossed arms that are on your knees knowing where this is going.

“It’s crazy. You know how ever since Dustin’s gotten home from camp he’s been telling me that I’ve got to find my Suzie. I think I was just scared of Tommy making fun of me or something.”

Robin

“Or that I wouldn’t be prom king or whatever. It was so stupid because the girl I should’ve been hanging out with has been sitting in front of me, the whole time. Cuz first of all, she’s hilarious. She’s so funny.”

Robin

“And, I think she’s so pretty, beautiful even. I’ve never seen anyone as gorgeous as her. She’s smart, way smarter than me. She even helped crack a secret Russian code. She’s honestly unlike anyone I’ve ever met. You know?”

Robin

With your head still low, you felt tears creep their way into your eyes, stinging a little at the corner. You knew you shouldn’t have asked this question, you knew where this would lead. Not thinking about how badly it would actually hurt.

“Y/N?” you heard followed by a little knocking on the stall in front of you, causing you to lift your head a little and look in that direction. “Y/N, did you just OD in there? “

You sniffled a little wiping the tears that had fallen onto your cheeks on the back of your hand, “No, I’m fine. I’m still alive.” you say followed by a deep breath.

Suddenly you see a pair of feet slide under the divider, followed by the rest of Steve.

“So what do you think?” he asks you with a hint of hopefulness in his eyes.

You take another small breath before looking up at the bruised boy in front of you. “About?”

“This girl?”

“She sounds amazing, and perfect for you.” you say knowing he’s talking about Robin.

“Yeah? You really think?” he asks excitedly.

“I mean yeah, it sounds like you really love her, don’t you?”

“I really do.” he responds looking into your eyes while reaching for your hand. You pull your hand away from him kind of quickly with tears forming in your eyes, causing his brows to furrow in confusion.

“What- what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing, nothing. I’m really happy for you, I think you and Robin are great for each other.” you say looking down into your lap.

“Wh- Robin? I wasn’t talking about Robin. I- I was talking about you.”

“You what?”

“I love you, you dingus.” he says as a small smile falls onto his lips. Steve switches sides, moving to sit much closer to you. You place your hand on his face, rubbing your thumb across his un-bruised cheek.

“I love you too, Steve.” You weren’t sure who leaned in first, but the kiss was short and sweet and it wasn’t like you had imagined. But given the circumstances, a dirty bathroom floor was not the place to have a long and passionate kiss.

“You know, that wasn’t anything like I had imagined it.” you say looking at Steve.

“I know, kissing on the bathroom floor covered in blood and vomit wasn’t exactly part of the plan for me either.” he says in response causing you to burst into a fit of giggles slowly turning into laughter. You were pretty sure you both still had some drugs in your system, but you felt better knowing that Steve felt the same way you felt about him.

While still laughing, you lean into kiss him another time but mid kiss Robin busts through the door with Erica and Dustin following close behind. You and Steve turn to look at your friends and Robin has a smirk on her lips as if she’s about to say something, but is instantly cut off by Erica.

“It’s about damn time, nerds. You two have been eyeballing each other since, the beginning of the summer.” she says with her arms crossed, rolling her eyes, and for some reason this caused the two of you to laugh even more. Sure it wasn’t perfect, but you now had a new sense of strength to make it through this, knowing that you had Steve by you and would be there for you on the other side of it all.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fic #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #stranger things au #love #you love her #getting back into it #kait writes

278 notes · View notes

jaxsteamblog · 3 years ago

Text

Glowing

Click here to read the entire fic on AO3

The library felt both cavernous and claustrophobic as Katara thought of the hundreds of pounds of sand above them. It had been lucky that Malina introduced them to Professor Zei, who she had met when they were students at Ba Sing Se University. It had been lucky that Toph was able to feel out the library, despite the sand rendering her truly blind for most of their trip. And it was lucky the weird fox showed up when it did.

But as they started over one crumbling walkway, Katara felt her stomach twist.

The stacks were massive and defied reason as they seemed to hover in empty space. Toph was quiet, only pausing to tap her feet everyone in a while and shake her head. Thuy, having found her group, clustered with the others and whispered among them. Out of all of them, only Mister Whiskers seemed unbothered.

Zuko led the way, holding out a flame.

At an intersection, they stopped at the wide platform and looked around. A breeze picked up and a massive shadow slammed down in front of them. A few of the young ones behind Katara yelped.

A large white face turned to them all and Katara almost lost her breakfast.

“Why have you trespassed in my library?” The titan of an owl asked.

“Wan Shi Tong!” Professor Zei exclaimed, rushing forward. “We’ve come seeking knowledge!”

“The last human I allowed in my library sought knowledge for the purpose of destruction. I will not abide such desecration. Speak your intentions and I will decide if you may enter.” Wan Shi Tong said. Katara’s stomach sank and she grabbed onto Zuko’s arm for support.

“I’m only tagging along since I can’t, you know, read.” Toph spoke up.

Wan Shi Tong tilted his head to a disturbing angle and Katara swallowed a lump in her throat.

“You okay?” Zuko whispered.

“Fine.” Katara hissed.

“We have texts in all forms, including the ones read with your,” Wan Shi Tong lifted his wings and flapped them gently. “Fingers.”

“Oh lit.” Toph said and Thuy groaned. “Then what do you have on metallurgy?”

“Why?” Wan Shi Tong questioned. “I have seen how your kind has weaponized even the meanest of elements in this world.”

“I just like being an asshole.” Toph stated with a shrug. “And I want to know how to make equipment more cold resistant.”

“Aw, Sifu.” Thuy said and Toph waved her away.

“Acceptable.” Wan Shi Tong said. “Now, the rest of you.”

“I am only here to seek as much knowledge as I can.” Professor Zei said.

“A lie.” Wan Shi Tong announced.

“Sorry bucko, but the nerd is telling the truth.” Toph interjected.

“And how do you know that, human?” Wan Shi Tong shot back.

“My bending. I can tell when someone is lying. And how many of those weird foxes you have in here.”

“How many?”

“Fifty-seven.”

“Seven? Ling got out again.” Wan Shi Tong muttered. He then ruffled his feathers and straightened. “Fine, but what of the rest of you?”

“The Avatar and I are looking for information about Energybending.” Katara said.

“The Avatar?” Wan Shi Tong flew past them, an eel of blackness, and coiled around Thuy. Forcing the others back, Wan Shi Tong loomed over her.

“Ah, I see. I am sad to hear of Aang’s passing. I was fond of him.” He announced.

“He did not tell me you were this scary.” Thuy rasped out. Wan Shi Tong’s head bobbled and he laughed.

“My apologies, Avatar.” He said.

“I know the rest of us just came along with Thuy,” Tashi said, grabbing Wan Shi Tong’s attention. “But since this is actually real, I would like to find stuff pre-Avatar Wan.”

“Wan.” Wan Shi Tong muttered.

“I do not need to hear anything further. I will leave you to my attendant, but be aware that I will know what you take. If I think you are attempting to abuse my library, I will sink the whole building with all of you in it.” He said and, before the group’s bewilderment could find a voice, launched himself upward.

“I am done with spirits.” Sokka muttered.

“Alright team, let's go.” Thuy said, trying to sound cheerful.

“I’m going with Toph.” Jae-hwan announced.

“Figures.” Toph said, pushing her student.

“I’d like to go too, if that’s okay.” Aktuk said.

“You’re not trailing after Thuy?” Jae-hwan mocked and Aktuk blushed.

“He’s got the leg you idiot.” Toph said, smacking the back of Jae-hwan’s head. “Of course he’s going with me.”

“If this place really has everything, I’m going for the poetry.” Sokka announced.

“Poetry?” Jae-hwan questioned.

“You know, if you put something other than dirt into that blockhead of yours, you might be a better Bender.” Toph said.

“He’s not a Bender!” Jae-hwan protested.

“And yet he will always kick your ass, dust bunny.” Toph said and then ruffled his hair, grinning.

“I’m not feeling well, so I think I’m going to stay here.” Suki said, sliding down the stone railing and pulling off her backpack.

“Mister Whiskers can stay with you.” Thuy stated.

“Thanks, hun.” Suki said and smiled.

“I’ll stay too.” Tashi spun his closed glider and sat near Suki, laying the apparatus across his lap.

The rest of them split up, following foxes that took them down separate walkways from the platform. Katara and her group were led to a large table to set up a sort of camp. Foxes brought lanterns or else escorted Thuy, Suzu, and Zula off to find books.

From their packs, they pulled out snacks and water, setting into the tomes and scrolls that the fox librarians pointed out for them.

Energybending was a theory Avatar Aang had explored. Airbenders were assumed to be more intune with the energy of the world, but Waterbenders had a stronger connection to spirits. Aang wondered if there was a connecting force after seeing how some Waterbender midwives were able to identify if an unborn child would be a Bender.

That, along with the concept of chi blocking, led him to believe that Bending ability could be locked and unlocked, even in people believed to be non-Benders.

Zuko was hoping to find something that would help him deal with his father. The recent coup attempt was backing him into a corner and neither he nor Katara wanted to see the man executed.

For hours they poured over books, while Katara sucked on various candies to help her nausea. They broke to eat and compare notes, but only Katara and Thuy could even begin to make sense of what was written. The Firebenders had a different connection to their bending.

“Wait, let me see if I understand this.” Thuy said, turning in her seat to face Katara. With a book open on the table, Thuy traced down the page with one finger while her other hand waved in front of Katara’s face.

“If the lines go from…” Thuy murmured, looking at the book for a moment before making the gestures in the air. She moved down Katara’s front and startled at her chest.

“Is that your heartbeat or your bending?” She asked.

“Probably heartbeat.” Katara said with a laugh. “The water chakra is lower down. And the Water Tribe thinks the chi is held in the bladder anyway.”

Thuy lowered her hands toward Katara’s lap and concentrated.

“I think I can feel it, but it’s weird.” Thuy said.

Alarmed, Katara looked back at Zuko for a moment.

“Weird?” She repeated, looking at Thuy, who was frowning at her hands.

“Maybe it’s me, but it feels similar to the energy around your heart.” She said. Then, shaking her head, she sat back. “I must not understand.”

Katara leaned over and looked at the book. Straightening in her seat, Katara made the same gestures over her lower abdomen.

It was a weird feeling and she frowned as well.

“What about me?” Thuy asked.

Katara turned and they face each other. Following the diagrams of the book, Katara scanned over Thuy’s body. There was a strong energy in every major point, but a lot of it was centered at her lower abdomen. She was a native Waterbender afterall.

“Try us.” Suzu offered. Thuy stood and went to her friends while Katara turned and faced Zuko.

With the same scan, Katara could feel the energy in his stomach, right where it was supposed to be. With her bloodbending tied to her waterbending, Katara could feel his pulse and knew the difference. What she had felt inside of herself was, foreign.

“You’re worried.” Zuko stated.

“I just don’t know what I was feeling. I get that I wouldn’t have the same thing as Thuy, but even her’s made sense.” Katara said and rubbed her forehead.

“Suzu and Zula feel really similar.” Thuy stated. “And it confused me for a second too.”

“But I’m-” Katara stopped and the blood drained from her face. Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Not two people.”

“What?” Zuko asked, his voice strained.

“I think I’m pregnant.” Katara said and met his eye.

Zuko blinked and then started laughing. He grabbed her, hugging her as they sat and Katara felt tears in her eyes.

“Pregnant?” Thuy shrieked.

“Baby?” Suzu asked as she inhaled a sharp breath.

“So is that why you and Suki have been trying not to puke up your guts all week?” Zula asked.

Suzu whirled on her sister.

“BABIES?” She demanded.

“Katara, this explains so much.” Zuko said, sitting back and pushing her hair back from her face.

“Like what?” She asked.

“Why you’ve been glowing.” He said.

“Hush.” Katara sniffed and wiped her running nose on a napkin. “Look, now that I know it’s not the flu, we really need to focus on this.”

“I can literally not focus on anything else but the fact that you are PREGNANT.” Thuy said.

“Blazes.” Katara groaned, laying her head on the table. With a smile, she placed a hand on her stomach.

Behind her, Thuy and Suzu started hopping around in celebration while Zuko rubbed circles on her back.

“Can you tell if it’s a boy or girl?” Suzu gasped.

“Why would you seriously ask that question of me?” Thuy asked. “Me?”

“Maybe it’s like chi, Thuy, and not parts. Did you ever think of that? Huh?” Suzu retorted.

“You both are giving me a headache.” Zula stated.

“I love you.” Zuko whispered.

Katara sat up and he kissed her quickly.

“Can we figure out how to deal with your dad now?” She asked.

“We might not need to. I’m pretty sure when he finds out he’s going to be a grandfather, he’ll have a heart attack.” Zuko said.

Katara snorted.

“Still.” She said.

“Fine. I can’t deny you anything now.”

“Like you could before?”

Zuko smiled and kissed her again.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72

#zutara #fanfiction #jax writes #modern au #the fic that prompts built #zutara week 2021

13 notes · View notes

toonqueen · 4 years ago

Text

Duckvember 2020

-Dreadful-

SORRY I’M ON A KICK WITH MY HEADCANON FOR NEGA-GLADSTONE.

*Sees what the next prompt after this is.* Well shit. Btw Grandma Coot in this is Grandma Duck. Nega Grandma doesn’t use her married name in the Negaverse cuz FUN TIMES.

This again is in the 87/comics universe headcanon I have. Whee.

Some casual cussing cuz Negaversers cuss okay.

:readmore:

---------

“I have some business in the city. Would you like to come with me?” Elvira Coot asked her grandson.

The young teenager was sprawled out on the couch, watching some violent cartoon nonsense on TV. He looked up at her, since the show wasn’t really holding his attention. “Which city?” Grimstone replied as he fiddled to find the off button on the remote.

“Which city,” she snorted, as if Grimstone had cracked a bad joke, “I remember when Duckburg was farmland. St. Canard is the only real city around here.”

“Alright, I’ll go. Right now?”

“Yes, right now.”

Grimstone got up quickly to put on his shoes and an overly large sweater his Grandma had knit him. A sweater she had done within days of taking him in. Though she was sometimes short with her grandson, and often painfully blunt, she obviously cared for him.

Grim’s childhood was rough; from a controlling mother to being locked up in a basement for years before running away and joining a wayward group of kids. Despite his Grandmother’s harsh attitude, this was the best he had it so far. Meals three times a day, and actually appreciated when he did work around the farm. Grimstone was allowed to wander the swamps freely, spend alone time in his very own bedroom.

“Where are we going exactly?” Grimstone asked as they headed to the pickup truck parked out front.

“Picking up two more generators,” Grandma answered, climbing into the truck. Grimstone hopped in beside her.

“Don’t you have, like, four already?” Grimstone stated as he buckled his seat belt. Grandma started the truck without putting on hers. Grimstone wordlessly glared at her until she sighed and put on her own seat belt. The young teen already had several arguments with his Grandmother that she couldn’t be a doomsday prepper but not wear her seat belt for safety. There was irony somewhere in that.

“Six,” Grandma corrected, “you can never have too many generators for when the world ends.”

Grimstone, upon first being taken in by his Grandmother, did find her doomsday survivalist side an unexpected quirk. His mother had never been like that. Sure, his mother dearest had lived “in the now’” making some selfish decisions but wasn’t so pessimistic about the future.

And the way Grandma stocked up, like there would be hundreds staying on the farm when the time came. He found that even more strange; before he came to the farm it was just her living there alone. She’d mention the other family sometimes, his cousins. All her many grandkids. Grim often wondered why she wasn’t a part of their lives anymore. She hadn’t even been a part of his until he accidentally found the farm. And that was just pure luck.

Ol’ Elvira Coot had purposely stopped talking about the inlaw side of the family related to the McDucks. She noticed Grimstone would tense up and get unusually quiet whenever she mentioned them. She also picked up the boy was a little claustrophobic. Grimstone definitely did not like going into some of the storage rooms in the basement. There were a few comments Grim had made here and there about staying with other relatives when his parents died. The same he clearly ran away from.

Grandma didn’t pry since it seemed to upset him, but she was willing to listen if he ever wanted to talk. Often Elvira just wanted to tell him that if she had known her daughter died, she would have come get him, but she wasn’t sure if that’d only upset Grimstone more. One day she’d tell him everything.

Most of the drive Grimstone was silent, which was normal for him. He always liked to observe the wide expanse of the swamp around the farm, turning into dry grasslands before getting closer to St. Canard. Crossing the bridge, he finally piped up. “They fixed the frayed cables on the left side finally.”

“Yeah, I just noticed that, too,” Grandma Coot retorted. A worrisome thought crossed her mind, but she bit her tongue. “You can stay in the truck while everything gets loaded.”

“Nah, I’ll go with you. Maybe you’ll get a better deal if they know you have this adorable mouth to feed,” Grimstone said, playfully sarcastic. He gave a cheeky smile without showing any teeth.

His Grandma noticed ages ago Grimstone never smiled with his teeth. Just like her.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t bet on that, bucko,” Grandma replied, keeping her eyes on the road as she reached over to ruffle his hair. She remembered when he would shy away from any physical contact. However, it only took a couple weeks to get over that wall, and the little brat quickly accepted hugs and affection.

Grim turned his gaze from the window to the elderly duck. “Hey, can we stop by that ice cream place we went to last time? After you pick up your stuff?”

Grandma Coot chuckled. “Oh, so that was your scam all along, huh? Here I thought you just wanted to keep your precious grandma company when all you really wanted was that tabasco ice cream again, hmm?”

Although Elvira was only feigning hurt and joking, Grimstone still felt like he had to defend himself. “What! No!” he argued. “I just thought of it now! That ice cream was some good shit but I still like spending time with you!”

“I know, I know. How about we pick up a whole carton of it to bring home? *But*, then you have to clean out the goat stalls,” she bargained.

“Yeah, sure, okay, fine,” Grim grumbled and crossed his arms. In truth, he really didn’t mind the busy work around the farm. He wasn’t going to let her know that any time soon, though, since chores were often traded for treats. “Sometimes I wonder how you took care of that place all by yourself before I came along.”

It was a simple comment. He didn’t mean anything by it. Elvira sighed sadly, “Well, I wasn’t always alone.” After a silent pause, she added gingerly, “But now I have your bastard ass to keep me on my toes.”

“Hey!” Grim playfully back-handed his Grandma lightly on the arm.

“If you’re calling that a punch, we need to work on your fighting later,” Elvira smirked.

“My shooting’s gotten really good! I hit all the cans yesterday!” the teen said defensively.

“I know, I know. I saw,” Elvira chuckled, and smiled.

Grimstone smiled faintly in return. Sure, she was a weird old lady sometimes, but he was glad he had at least one family member that liked him around.

It wasn’t long until they pulled into the parking lot of a warehouse near the pier. There was a large boat with a dark green tarp over its semi-exposed cargo. Grimstone recognized the familiar generators. There were two rugged looking seagulls standing outside a small building nearby.

“Stay in the truck,” Elvira ordered. Grimstone didn’t understand; why bring him if she was only going to make him wait in the truck? He grumbled lowly but did as he was told--for now.

Grandma hopped out of the truck and headed to the building beside the dock. “Right, boys. The usual deal?” She looked up at the two much taller birds.

“Actually, the arrangement is going to be a little different. The boss is here today and wants to change some things,” one of the seagulls explained. He directed a hand to the door of the building.

Elvira’s eyes narrowed as she proceeded to enter. She had a feeling their “boss” was up to something. “Well, you old bastard, what do you want now?” she growled.

Scrooge sat behind a desk in the office, lazily puffing a cigar. “Me? Nothing,” he replied. “The price stays the same for you. I just need to know why you require so many of these generators. Powering a whole city up there, are you now?”

“You keep selling me crap I need to keep replacing. That's why,” she lied somewhat. At least two previous generators she had to mod and repair herself.

“You haven’t found anything interested in that cesspool, have you?” Scrooge inquired, shifting and turning his chair halfway around. He looked out the window at her truck.

“Nothing you’d care about,” Elvira muttered, “and I prefer my home not be called a ‘cesspool’, thank you.”

“Why stay on a useless swamp that barely has any fertile farmland? You’ve always been hiding something. Before we can finish this transaction I need to know what that is,” Scrooge insisted, not turning back around.

“There isn’t anythi--” Elvira started to raise her voice but was interrupted by one of the seagulls practically throwing a familiar fourteen year old to the floor.

“Hey, boss, we found this kid snooping around,” one seagull explained.

“I wasn’t snooping around! I was literally standing at the rail of the dock looking out at the water, you idiot! I--” As soon as Grimstone started to get to his feet, he noticed the duck sitting behind the desk and froze.

Elvira momentarily took his sudden silence as him worried she was mad. “Grim! I told you to stay in the truck,” she said, walking over to her grandson. She stopped then, and realized the kid wasn’t upset. Something far worse. He looked panicked, terrified, frightened.

At the sound of Grim’s voice, Scrooge spun his chair back around, facing forward. His surprised look melted into an oily, insidious smirk.

“Well, if it isn’t my lucky charm. Wondered where you went off to. Been a while, hasn’t it?” Scrooge stood from his chair, cane in hand, and stalked around the desk.

Grandma Coot didn’t need to know the history between these two. Grimstone had a run-in with Scrooge at some point between his parents passing and joining the gang of kids, and it obviously had left the most painful scars. She quickly stepped in between the two, snapped, “I don’t think so. We’re leaving. Keep your generators.”

Grimstone, still stunned, went to join his Grandma. Before he could move, one of the guards grabbed Elvira from behind. She fought, fists flailing, before her arms were pinned down to her sides.

Grimstone backed up against the opposite wall.

“You’ll be leaving without the lad,” Scrooge explained. “Trust me, once you know what he is you wouldn’t want to take him with you.”

“Don’t you lay a finger on him!” Elvira growled and snarled. Though her arms were trapped, she furiously kicked back at the seagull holding her.

Scrooge could only chuckle as he approached the cowering boy. “It seems I made quite an impression on you.”

“I’ll go with you. Just please don’t tell her,” Grimstone muttered.

“Oh no, sonny. She needs to know what you are or else she’ll try to come get you. Like she used to try with all the other brats,” Scrooge taunted. He pressed his cane handle under Grimstone’s chin, just getting a whimper from the boy. He drew back the cane, bringing it down on Grimstone’s head.

Grimstone tumbled to the floor. He scrambled to get up, on hands and knees when Scrooge hooked his cane around his neck and violently yanked. The boy took a sharp breath like he had been drowning for those brief seconds. “Open up, and then I’ll let her go. Hm?”

At first the young duck didn’t do anything. His head was swimming. His mind jumped to the night Scrooge had exposed his secret to the rest of the family. To Matilda, the woman who’d taken him in, to all the cousins near his age. He lost everything after that, and he was going to lose it all over again.

Grim was brought back to reality when Scrooge pulled on his neck with the cane. He saw his Grandma fighting furiously to get out of the guard’s arms. He couldn’t let her get hurt, even if it meant losing the last family member he had on his side.

With a strained sob, Grimstone’s beak split down his cheeks. Past the orange and into the feathers, and down his neck appeared a row of teeth, opening like a second mouth. This was only a small glimpse of the truth, but he didn’t want to ruin the sweater his Grandma had so lovingly made him.

Though his torso rumbled, shifted, he made sure the extra toothy mouth opened wide on his bill and neck. He was sure Scrooge wouldn’t ask him to show more.

“See, looks like Daphne had a little monster. So, how about my employees load you up with two generators--no charge this time. Can’t say I’m not gener--” When Scrooge looked up from Grim to his Grandmother, he was in for another surprise.

Elvira had the same wide row of fangs split open past her cheeks. Not only that, but feathered tendril-like limbs were coming out each sleeve of her blouse alongside her arms. The fleshy vines grabbed around the seagull’s arms. With a squeeze and a bend, the guard had to let go. Scrooge’s cane was still hooked on Grimstone’s neck when the old mallard tugged on it again. The teen, while still consumed with emotional dread, was elated by what he saw.

His Grandma was like him? Why didn’t he realize that was a possibility before? His mother had been like this too. Not until this moment had he finally put two and two together.

“Oh, I see. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Scrooge’s voice seemed calm, “then, let's make another arrangement. How about--”

There wasn’t any negotiating, as Elvira’s tendrils wrapped around the stunned guard that was loosely holding her. She was able to lift his body with the monstrous limbs and toss the seagull right at Scrooge. Both crashed through the window and into the water outside.

Grimstone would have been dragged with Scrooge too, but spare tendrils held him tight, plucking off the cane.

Grandma Coot then grabbed Grim’s upper arm with her hand. She quickly made him run with her to the truck. One of her tendril’s was putting the key in the ignition and turning it while her hands checked the wound on Grimstone’s head. He had curled up on himself in the passenger seat, still not knowing what to make of the situation. By reflex, Grimstone stiffened and his exposed openings of teeth closed up.

Elvira gave him a soft smile before taking the wheel, tendrils retracting back up into her sleeves.

“I had thought Donald would inherit the curse. But of course it would be you. Looks like I have a lot more to teach you than just shooting,” she said, as if this was the only way she could comfort him. Accepting him. She hit the gas and drove off like a bat out of Hell.

Grimstone had so many questions now. Questions he was sure he’d get answers to later. That she was like him. He uncurled and got comfortable, easing back and relaxing, as if nothing was wrong. He wasn’t exposed as a monster, because she was one too. In that moment, strangely enough, it meant they were still family.

“So, uh… Can we still stop for that ice cream?”

------

Thanks again to @cataradical for beta ahhhh.

This came up with the prompt cuz I could picture my Nega Grandma duck saying 'Dreadful' to Scrooge with the same energy as that Kim Kardashian tragic gif. loool.

#duckvember 2020 #duckvember #gladstone gander #grandma duck #elvira coot #elvira duck #negaverse #scrooge mcduck #uncle scrooge

15 notes · View notes

lastcrystalwitch · 4 years ago

Text

Competing with Drugs

It really sucks when you have friends who use drugs. Eventually, when they get addicted, they will make the choice to choose the drugs, over you. Or they will overdose and end up in the hospital, or in a casket. That is the truth of it. Many people don't want to hear it, but there it is. The cold hard truth.

Making friends isn't easy for me. I'm such a trusting person. I get hurt easily, but out of everything that has ever happened between two people, drug and alcohol abuse takes the cake. The metaphorical cake that is all the happiness and trust in a relationship. With drugs and alcohol that cake turns to rotten mess of maggots.

Truth is, there's never a good enough reason to take drugs. After seeing the danger that is a mean machine, drug abuse is something that is serious. Deadly serious. I've talked to many people who are between 25-30. They said that their high school friend group, best friends and buddies from school. They always used to hang out together. Most of them are dead now. There are only a handful of survivors from my friends friend group. 4 left out of 11. That's a lot of deaths. That's a lot of grief, waking up in the morning and getting a phone call, or finding out on social media that your best friend is dead.

Its crushing. Overdose is just another form of suicide. And after one suicide happens, many people think to themselves that it was their fault. That is an irrational thought. The dead person who overdosed knew that it could kill them, and either intentionally or accidentally took too much, and died. Now their friends and family are left with a heart wrenching grief that will take years to come to terms with and accept.

After my brother in law hung himself in my living room, right after my cousin by marriage shot himself in the head, I was thinking about suicide. The two happened only 48 hours apart. Less than that actually, I think. And many of the family were talking about suicide, making death pacts. It was overall an extremely unhealthy way of thinking. And the problem with it is, you can't ever tell that person that your mad at them.

A lot of thoughts stir around in your head when something like this happens.

And they're heavy thoughts. Deep. They get their claws into your soul and holds on.

I spent my high school and college years away from drug usage. I didn't want to do anything with anyone if I knew that they were doing drugs. I knew that I didn't want to get wrapped up in that. I didn't want to watch my friends die. I had a goal to get a Bachelors Degree, so I could make a lot of money doing art. Unfortunately a Bachelors of Art in Game Art & Design, might just be the most useless degree out there. It doesn't translate over to any other field really. One mistake that cost me 120,000.

With that price, I should be telling kids to get off my lawn. Get it? 120,000 and I could have had my own quaint little house.

I would still encourage my kids to go to college. Actually, If they were good with their hands, I would have sent them to a trade school. Trades are in a lack of people right now, and if you don't mind making bucko-bucks, going inside and outside, trade schools might be for you.

But right now, I'm dealing with family and friends abusing drugs. Some say that doing drugs helps them feel closer to the people who overdosed and died. That's like hurting yourself because your copying someone else hurting themselves. It Does Not Make Sense. Its what psychologists call irrational thoughts. Thoughts that do not make sense, that people can tell themselves to believe no matter what.

And by the Gods, this is a difficult subject.

But if you do try drugs, you're going to get addicted. You're going to be addicted, and never have any money. You will be in poverty. If you get addicted, say goodbye to being happy because as long as you are addicted you are injuring your body. I've seen what meth can do to kidneys. It makes them start shutting down.

Drugs make you lie. I work for the courts, and drug test people. I have had people lie right to my face about what drugs they take, when I am the second one ever to see their lab results come back when they test positive for drugs. I know what they took.

I have seen people lose their family. Women have picked drugs over their kids. They couldn't stop for whatever reason and lost their homes, their cars, their husbands, their kids. I have seen alcoholics be court ordered to take their car into a mechanic, and get a machine installed, that forces them to do an alcohol test to make sure they aren't driving drunk, because they can't stop trying to put other peoples lives at risk because they can't stop drinking. They are selfish and don't think about how they could be driving and kill someone in a car crash because of their own bad decisions. All these people have are excuses. Bullshit excuses and irrational thoughts. They smile and tell you their tale. And all while they lie.

I paint drug abusers and users in the same category. Bad.

Because it is. I've seen first hand how your heart gets torn out when everyone around you is grieving and falling to pieces over a loved ones suicide, that was linked to drug and alcohol abuse, emotional abuse, and unchecked and unbounded mental health problems. You can lie to yourself, and listen to your friends as they tell you its not all that bad. It makes them feel pretty good actually.

Sure, in the moment, drugs can make you feel pretty good. Alcohol goes for the same way. It can make you feel pretty damn good.

But not only are you poisoning your body with alcohol, damaging your kidneys and making your organs work double time, but you're going to become irresponsible. I see it more times than not with teens that survive into adult hood. They want to feel really good so they hide their problems and run away from them by turning to drugs and alcohol. They get drunk, have a good time, have a hang over that lasts for a day, and usually call into work, wasting their bosses time and making the employees and coworkers suffer by having to pick up the slack.

And your own happiness comes first absolutely. But at the expense of other people's happiness? That's pretty fricking selfish. And I have been the one who called out of work because I had a hang over. And I regret calling out. But even more so, I regret drinking when I had to knowingly work the next day. That was just stupid. I knew what would happen, and somehow made it feel like I was the one people should be feeling sorry for. Feel bad for me, give me easy things to do, I have a hangover. People like that don't deserve special treatment. People like that deserve to get punished for their actions. If you put your hand on the hot grill, you know its going to be hot. Why act surprised when you get burnt? Why be surprised when you have everyone pissed at you at work the next day because your dragging ass, because of something you did intentionally without being responsible. Its just irresponsible.

Doing that is like knowing its bad, and doing it anyway. Be a woman about it though. Take responsibilities for your own actions. You want to drink the day before? Go for it. You'll only make others around you pissed that you're not feeling well enough to work if you decide to power through the hang over, and you will absolutely hate yourself. The migraine and vomiting that promises to follow will ensure you feel like shit. But I don't feel bad for people who do this, because they are knowingly doing it to themselves. It was self inflicted.

I'm tired of holding someone's body over a toilet, watching them convulse and slip into shock because they drank a half gallon of 80 proof whiskey, while I hold their body up with mine and wonder if they are going to be the next person to die in my house. Will I have enough time to call for the ambulance? What if they stop breathing in their sleep. At this point the person was completely blacked out and unresponsive. I'd ask them their name and they wouldn't even be able to respond. It is SO scary. Its traumatic too. Traumatic means the you can have PTS (formerly known as PTSD) episodes about it because if you've already lost one person or more to suicide, it is easy for others to adopt that mindset and follow it. You have to fight it.

So that's what I'm doing guys. I'm fighting it. And it hurts because I see the people I love ... LOVE ... hurting themselves and those around them by their alcoholism and drug use. And I feel like I am going to wake up one day ... and I'll get that call. I'll get that call that I really don't want to get saying that they died. I don't want to get that call. I don't want any more of my friends to die. I don't want my family members to die.

So I fight. By doing the only thing I can. Telling others that I love them, and that they should talk to someone. I feel like no one listens to me. All I hear excuses. People standing behind what makes them weak instead of facing the facts and being responsible.

Seek counseling. I married a man whos getting a Masters in Counseling. That's 6-8 years of college. He knows what the frick he's talking about. I know a little bit too because I help him study. Go talk to someone. Not your buddy, but a professional. They're are different styles of counseling out there and no two counselors are exactly the same. Look up Gestalt vs. Cognitive Behavioral Therapy. Two huge differences.

And maybe you've found a counselor in the past that didn't listen to you, or you didn't like. Go get a second opinion. Do you marry the first man you date, and then give up on love completely when it doesn't work out? Of course not. That would be an irrational thought. The first counselor I went to didn't work out for me, so I'm never trusting them again. Irrational thought. A thought that actually, sorry to say, does not make sense. I've had some shit doctors. Not all doctors are created equal. Not all counselors are created equal. I can only recommend my own doctors, and counselors, psychologists and psychiatrist.

And did you know? Counselors and therapists cannot help their own friends and family. Its against the rules. Rule number 1) if you give advise to someone and it doesn't work out, especially if that is a family member, you've just ruined your trust and relationship with that person. That person might never trust you again, when you were only trying to help. 2) It weighs on the counselor. Conflict of interest due to personalities involved. Keeping secrets weighs on you. Did you know that ALL therapists and ALL counselors are encouraged by their peers, and other professionals to have their own therapist that they can talk to? Its a heavy line of work, emotionally. Respect.

That's what my husband is dealing with right now. We have had 4 deaths from suicide and overdose within a year. All close family. I've had friends who've lost just as many. 2020-2021 wasn't for the faint of heart, like me. Who is trying to not take everyone else's problems on as her own.

But that is where the inner conflict happens.

I want others to be happy. Codependent issues. I'm working on that.

All I can do is give good advise to those I love, and take care of myself. It just sucks watching them destroy themselves. It hurts.

#mental health #suicide #suicide awareness #anxiety #personal #drinking #food #high on drugs #girls who like drugs #drug blog #drug use #withdrawl #addiction #life #battlefield my life

3 notes · View notes

caigh-lee · 4 years ago

Text

For the prompt "Looking for me?"

Dean had died that morning.

It was a Wednesday. It wasn't supposed to happen like that.

Sam had spent the day in a haze, barely knowing what to do - with himself, with Dean's body. Eventually the police and emergency services had been called and they took Dean's body away. Sam had been too numb to fight them on it.

Now, the sunset having long ago colored everything orange and purple, Sam was quietly sneaking into the diner. Hoping to find something - anything - about the Trickster. The front door clicked open and Sam stood up from where he'd been kneeling in front of the lock. Crept inside. He stood in front of where the Trickster had eaten breakfast for far too long.

"Looking for me?"

Sam whipped around, heart suddenly in his throat at being caught. The Trickster stood there, arms crossed as he leaned against the kitchen's door frame.

"Trickster-"

"Loki, please."

Sam blinked wildly for a second. Of all the Tricksters he could be dealing with, it had to be one of the bloodiest. "Loki, then." He breathed, throat clicking. "You said this was a joke on me - why? What did I ever do-?"

"Besides trying to kill me, you mean?"

"I'm sure you've had many people try to kill you over the millenia. Why focus on me?"

"Because you're the one that has the most to learn, Sambo."

Sam stilled. That nickname. That fucking nickname - why that one? He took a purposeful step forward, shoulders high and tight and angry. "What did you just call me?" It grit out from his throat.

Loki went preternaturally still, bright hazel eyes wide.

Sam's heart thundered in his chest which heaved for air. "Who are you? Tell me the truth!"

"Sorry, bucko. The mystery's going to have to play out a bit longer." And he snapped his fingers, disappearing with a faint breeze.

#supernatural #spn #Gabriel #Trickster #Loki #Sam Winchester #sam winchester #Mystery Spot #prompt #part of a 'verse I'm working on #hopefully to be shared soonish #mademoiselle writes #mademoiselle speaks #ficlet #fanfic

4 notes · View notes

thxngam · 4 years ago

Note

Hi! can you do 22 or 28 stucky with pre serum steve? Thank you soo much!!

I’m sure this isn’t what you thought of because I misread the prompt and thought it said “miserable person at their wedding” but...if you don’t mind, here ya go! I will also do 28 btw and it’ll be out next. Also if you do t like this just let me know.

#22, miserable people at a wedding au

“I hate her.”

“Doll,” Bucky tries.

“Nope,” Steve says, popping the p. “I hate her, I have always hated her, and I don’t know why we invited her in the first place.”

Bucky says nothing.

“See, even you, sweet tongue, don’t like her.”

“Sweet tongue?” Bucky asks amusedly, pressing a kiss behind his ear, grazing his newly marked up bond mark with his teeth. Steve shivers, mewling softly, soft enough that nobody should hear it. Bucky tugs him closer possessively anyway. “You sure do like the things I can do with it.”

Steve smacks his arm, scandalized. “Stop it,” he hisses, sure his Irish complexion is giving him away. “Your grandparents are here. My grandparents are here.”

Bucky laughs, but his smile falters when he presses his nose to Steve’s neck in retaliation. “Sweetie,” Bucky starts cautiously. Steve hates that tone of voice. “How are you feeling?”

Steve shrugs, even though it is a little listless. Truth be told, he’s not having such a great time. His wedding is supposed to be filled with magic and joy and being surrounded by the people he loves, but mostly it’s filled with people from high school that Steve is regretting inviting and his snobby extended family. Even his mother looks a little withdrawn, though her face lights up like a Christmas Tree whenever she catches sight of him. “Fine.”

“Fine is not such a great thing to be feeling on someone’s wedding day,” Bucky murmurs, softly mouthing at his bond mark. Though everyone is giving them a wide berth, Steve flushes at the PDA. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“It’s-it’s,” Steve’s humiliated to say tears are pricking his eyes. “We spent so much in wedding planning, and-and it’s too hot, and half the people here are so-so backhanded that I wish I could kick them out and I can’t get drunk on my meds and honestly I’m too tired to even think about consummating our marriage—“

“Baby, baby,” Bucky coos. Steve adores him for trying to console him. “Sh, sweetheart.”

“Sorry, and I know it’s supposed to be a magical experience for you and I just ruined it—“

“Baby, you didn’t ruin anything.”

Steve hiccups. He pauses. Bucky doesn’t lie to him. “I didn’t?”

“No! Aw baby. The only part of this wedding that I was really looking forward to was the part where I got to put a ring on you and let the whole world know that I have loved you since I knew what love was and that I was never going to stop. The rest was just extra, formalities.” Bucky looks so adoring, so soft and sweet that Steve can’t help but kiss him, chaste but loving.

Steve wipes his eyes. “I liked the ceremony,” he does say, stroking a hand over Bucky’s shoulder, fingering his suit idly. “I liked that I could profess my love to you and cry all I wanted and nobody would think it was ever anything but cute.”

Bucky snorts and runs his thumbs purposefully over Steve’s scent glands. “I liked that too. You looked beautiful.” Bucky has an expression of far-away, though it happened not hours ago. “The most beautiful person I have ever seen.”

Bucky’s fingers curl teasingly against the most sensitive part of his anatomy, and Steve can’t decide whether or not he wants to press closer to Bucky’s fingers on his neck or away, thoroughly distracted. Steve whimpers, glaring weakly, albeit thorough half-lidded eyes. “Stop,” he whines. “You’re gonna make me drop to my knees in front of my mom. Jerk.”

Bucky reluctantly drops his hand, curling it around Steve’s thin waist. “But it’s okay if you’re miserable here, sweetie. The ceremony was the only important thing, and even then it was more a legal, formal thing, ain’t it? You and I are mates. You have my mark on you, and I have yours on me. We got nothing to prove to anyone else about us, you understand?”

“Yeah, but...I don’t want to be miserable now,” Steve says quietly. And honestly, that upsets him more than anything. “It’s supposed to be the happiest day in my life and I’m crying in a corner.”

Bucky shrugs. “Sure. Things don’t always turn out the way we expect.”

Steve hates that it helps.

“Why don’t we go?”

Steve blinks. “We can’t just leave.”

“Why not? Everyone else’ll probably think we’re going to go fuck in our marriage bed, and they won’t question it.”

Steve frowns. “I said-“

“I know, and frankly I’m tired too. I want you in my arms and nothin else, baby.” Bucky’s smile could light up a room, but Steve is glad that it’s just lighting up for him. He’s a selfish man, but he doesn’t mind.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Alright, I’ll call Tony and Pep to cover and let ‘em know we’re leavin’.”

Tony’s a little tipsy, but Steve relishes the usual scent of expensive perfume and the feeling of expensive silk against his skinny arms like always. “Hi man of honor,” he mumbles into Tony’s shoulder. Tony grips him back just as tight.

“Leaving early?” Tony quips, rolling his eyes when Bucky growls softly. “Soul mates before bone mates, Bucko. I’m hugging my best friend.”

“Tony,” Pepper chides. “Be nice. It’s sweet.”

Steve grins, leaning against Tony’s shoulder when Bucky flushes red like a schoolboy being completed by his crush.

“Of course you think it’s sweet,” Tony mumbles. Steve laughs. “You growled at people for weeks after we bonded.”

Bucky gives him a Look, with capital letters.

“Um, Tony,” Steve says hurriedly. Tony will talk for hours if someone lets him, and Pepper, despite how tough she looked and sounded, was always down to let him; no matter what it was. “Bucky and I are leaving early.”

“What?” Tony looks confused, but when Steve glances over, Pepper looks understanding.

“Got to be too much?” she asks quietly.

Steve nods silently. He’s lucky to have such great friends.

Tony presses a kiss to his cheek softly. “Goodnight, I guess,” he murmurs, and though Tony is the very best friend Steve could ask for, his understanding surprises him in the best way. Tony winks and there goes the surprise, even if he’s completely wrong. “Sleep well.”

Steve rolls his eyes and hooks his hand with Bucky’s. He’ll explain to Winifred and Sarah in the morning. For now, he’s got several episodes of Forensic Files calling his name.

#stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky fluff #stucky fanfiction #established stucky #married stucky #au august 2020

12 notes · View notes

missile-silo · 5 years ago

Text

What’s this? I smell some strongly opinionated stuff from someone who has a family of children’s social workers.

I will forever write salt about Gabriel Agreste because that nasty man is an adult, with a wife and a child, who is ridiculously irresponsible. He is grown, and fully in control of his actions. Maybe grief has some part in what he’s doing, but grooming children (Adrien, Chloe and Lila), manipulating other adults (Nathalie, she is definitely being manipulated into parenting Adrien which I doubt is a part of her job) and he is a f*cking terrorist. It’s all well and good to call Lila our in assisting a terrorist, but you’ve got to properly call out Mr “I wear red pants because I’m into fashion, not because I’m a d*ck” as well. He shouldn’t be able to just hand his miraculous back until he faces repercussions.

There is a theme to Lila salt, and it is that Lila and the class are the only ones to face repercussions, and that isn’t fair. To be fully forgiven for your wrongs, you have to face the consequences. This means being put in prison, and alienated from your family in Gabriel’s case.

Lila should face repercussions, of corse, but they should be kept in correlation with her age. This means therapy, being put into a disciplinary school, perhaps being taken away from her mother for a while until her mother completes a parenting course. Even juvie could be good for her, but I doubt it would improve anything, instead making her more resentful towards other people. Colluding with a terrorist is horrific, but she is a child!! She’s got clear mental issues! She’s got symptoms of pseudologica fantastica, a condition where a person creates a stream of fantasy around them, often putting themselves in a good light only, which have only a crumb of truth. I think she needs a hecking psychologist!

Alya needs to learn not to be so trusting in the word of mouth, but she’s a kid! And naive! And kids fall in and out of friendships in a matter of seconds! Bullying isn’t cool but we haven’t seen her actively bully Marinette, she just seems to enjoy taking the Mick out of people. A trait that is often found in teenagers (I know, because I am a teenager). She doesn’t need to have her blog taken down or to be sued! If posting that a friend of yours saved jagged stones kitten was enough for you to get sued for slander, then I bet half of his fan base would need suing too. Because being a fan of someone makes you say stupid things.

Chloe, one of my favourite characters after Nino and the pigeons. She needs to be patented. Her dad is buisy and her Mum doesn’t care about her. That’s not a healthy way for a kid to grow up. I’m seriously asking if she’s not got some mental issues, like abandonment issues that make her lash out at any kindness that is shown to anyone, and her intricate knowledge of the system of corruption in Paris tells me that her innocence about the world was taken away pretty fast.

And Adrien! He very clearly has issues with abandonment too, and these are even more deeply rooted (cycle of abuse people, a kid shouldn’t act like this). I want to take this boy out of that home, because the only people that seem to actually care are on Gabriel’s payroll.

But our golden boy Gabriel seemingly gets away with murder (sometimes literally). Because... he’s sorry? He’s had a sudden realisation? Too little too soon bucko, have fun in maximum security.

TLDR; Gabriel is a grown ass man who deserves to be given the strongest hand of repercussions, Lila is a misguided and groomed child who needs therapy. Chloe needs an actual parent, Alya needs to watch one of those online safety videos they show you in year 7, and Adrien needs to be taught about consent and relationships. That’s the tea.

#miraculous salt #ml salt #gabriel agreste salt

124 notes · View notes

lighthousehq · 5 years ago

Note

hi! so, I'm officially obsessed with this rp and I can't wait to see how things unfold. I'm curious to know more about the collaborative storytelling aspect of the rp in which the players will be telling the story in two parts, playing other ocs, etc. especially since you since the plot isn't open-ended. If possible, could you talk more about your vision for this style of rp and why? (Sorry for this long

first of all, kat and i love that you have so many questions ! warms our lil hearts that people want to know more . secondly, i’m gonna break down this ask piece by piece . so strap in bucko because this is gonna get long .

1776 vs 2020 : no one will be writing in the 1776 timeline, but the treasure hunt itself revolves around piecing together the truth of what happened to the prospero, so that’s where the ‘ two part ’ story comes in . the gang will follow / mirror what happened through a bunch of plot devices ( letters, hidden clues, yadda yadda yadda ) . we also have a surprise ( genre - bending ? ) plot element that we’re keeping quiet until the roleplay opens, but if you look closely enough at our promo graphics and the plot, you might be able to guess what it is .

collaborative story - telling : like you pointed out, this rp has a limited run . we may have brentwood and the plot pretty fleshed out because of that reason alone, but we want you all and your ideas to help bring it even more to life . the collaboration comes through the decisions your characters make that can impact how the plot goes .

side characters : SO due to the plot having an definite end point, we kept the number of characters available limited . however, we know side characters are crucial to moving a plot along . for example : kat’s character lives with a ‘ psychic grandma ’ . instead of her doing a self - para of an interaction with her, i could play the grandma on a thread - by - thread basis for the sake of kat’s character’s development, as well as a way to help the plot . all one on one threads with these side characters will be done in the group server, with us posting the transcripts later to @brntwd .

without making this suuuuper long, our goal is to have brentwood feel like something everyone has a hand in building . when this gets rolling, we don’t want y'all to feel like passive participants in our doofenshmirtz grand scheme, y’know ?

#faq.#semi appless rp #mystery rp #summer rp #new rp #amanda learn how 2 be concise challenge #i hope this clears things up!!!#it's a lil confusing but it'll make more sense when seen in action

1 note · View note

chloca-cola · 5 years ago

Text

(Un)Corruptible Chapter 2

TW: None other than heavy nsfw near the end.

Word count: 2,159 ish

@minteyeddemon took so long to get the first chapter up, I already have the second ready haha!

~~~~

While Dante was in the shower, it dawned on Meande that Nero and Vergil were probably downstairs and she cursed, hopping up from the bed and rushing down to the lobby. Nero was standing awkwardly by the door as if debating if he should just leave or continue waiting, and Vergil sat in Dante’s desk chair, just staring at Nero. Meande looked between the two, remembering Nero told her that Vergil is his father and she felt an envious pit open in her stomach. How she wished she could have a second chance with either one of her parents. She inhaled deeply before shaking her head and approaching Nero.

“Hey...I want to thank you for, you know, being here for me. I know I’ve been rather...difficult the past few months.” She began, scratching the shaved side of her head, smiling sheepishly. Nero blinked at her, eyes darting a few times to Vergil, who seemed to be silently judging them, causing them both to feel more awkward than needed.

“It’s not a problem, even though you were a pain in my ass a lot.” He teased her and she laughed, punching his arm playfully.

“It’s the only kinda pain I know how to be towards you.” She shrugged, giving him a lopsided smile.

“Ok, well, if you’re good, I'm gonna head back home. You good, pain?” She shoved him.

“Yeah, get outta here ya punk.” He smirked at her, shoving her back.

“Call if you need anything.”

“Yeah, no, for sure!” He looked at Vergil again before giving her a quick hug and waved goodbye. Meande sighed, placing her hands on her hips, steeling herself to turn and face Vergil. She spun around, and there he sat, still silently judging and she cleared her throat. “So...you are the infamous Vergil.” She accused, moving towards him, bending at the waist getting really close to his face before smiling. “You don’t much look like Dante,do ya?” Vergil leaned back deeper into the chair, her closeness making him uncomfortable and he grunted lowly as a response. “Sorry for ya know, screaming at ya earlier, but you were just...ya know...there.” She emphasized by standing up straighter and miming his poise when standing.

“You are the infamous Meande.” He stated matter-of-factly back to her and she scoffed, plopping on the edge of Dante’s desk, shaking her head.

“Nice try, bucko, Nero explained everything to me and I know my super good friend V is in there somewhere, so you know me already.” Vergil seemed to grimace at her words, and she gave him a mischievous grin.

“So, Dante is the one who told you of me?” She chewed on her bottom lip before shrugging and folding her arms over her chest. One night after she had gotten more settled into her new environment, she and Dante had been ‘bonding’ aka drinking, when she stumbled upon an old photo album, flipping through it she found a picture of Sparda and who she assumed to be Eva. Her mother had told her the story of Sparda finding Eva and falling helplessly for her. From what her mother explained, Eva was not only beautiful but pure of heart and soul. It was that night Dante told her about what happened to his family.

“Yeah, but not in any big details. I didn’t pry or anything, figured he’d tell me everything when he was ready.” She divulged, giving him a soft smile, before tapping his shin with her bare foot, confusing the elder Sparda, and he looked down at her feet. “How’s about I show you to a room? I’m assuming you’re gonna be our new roomie!” Meande never knew you could hear someone cringe, but the noise Vergil made had to be close.

“You’re just like him, aren’t you?” Meande laughed at his tone, shaking her head as she hopped off the desk.

“No,” she began waving for him to follow. “But...no one is like Dante.”

“So, like, how did you two come back anyway?” Meande inquired as she fought with the fitted sheets beside Vergil, who just watched her struggling, smirking at her, his chin tucked behind his collar. “Not that I’m complaining or anything, obviously, but you know, Nero made it sound like you guys were never coming back.” She continued, trying to tuck a corner of the sheet. “I fucking hate fitted sheets.” She growled lowly, ripping it from the bed again.

“I’m unsure.” Vergil confessed, causing Meande to pause and give him a skeptical look, puffing air from her mouth, blowing her bangs from her eyes.

“You serious?”

“Always.” He responded, giving her a smirk and her eyes narrowed at him.

“Did...was that a joke?” She asked, and Vergil shrugged, moving to finally help her with the sheet.

“Attempted.” She giggled at him, as they finally got the sheet right and made the bed. “In all seriousness though. A portal just opened to us and lead us here.”

“Hmm...that’s curious…” She mused, humming a tune to herself as she smoothed out the comforter, straightening to her full height, admiring her work. “I’ll go get you some towels for the bathroom.” She stated, absently, leaving the room for a few moments, coming back with some fluffy towels, looking around for a place to set them, but just handed them to Vergil. “Night.” She smiled at him again, turning to leave the room, but Vergil cleared his throat and she turned expectantly towards him.

“Thank you.” She blinked at him, a strange look crossing her face and she shrugged.

“You’re welcome...they're just towels though.” She gave him a small wave before walking out, closing the door behind her, unknowing that he was thanking her for not judging him.

Meande barely got the door closed when she was hoisted up off the ground, causing her to squeak, phasing slightly from the scare, but strong hands kept her from teleporting away. She blinked as she was tossed over a still damp shoulder, looking down at a muscular ass she recognized.

“Dante!” She chastised, swatting at his back as he laughed, carrying her back towards her own room. It was fake anger though, because they both know she loves being man-handled by him.

“Not my fault you’re compact for easy transport, Squirt.” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she dangled from him.

“Why you walking around naked? Vergil lives here now too.” She pointed out, trying to change the subject, but it ended in a squeak as he all but tossed her on her back onto the bed.

“Hey, I know how much you love looking at all this perfection.” He said smugly, striking a bunch of goofy poses, causing her to giggle at him. “Just like I know that your pretty little pussy is already soaked for me, isn’t it?” The giggles caught in her throat, and she blushed heavily at being called out like that, and an arrogant smirk painted his face. “I know you too well, babycakes.” The husky edge in his tone sent waves of heat to her core as she watched him give his girthy length a few languid pumps. An aroused sigh escaped her parted lips, as she sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed where he was waiting for her.

Meande took over for his hand, her fingers not able to make a full circle around his shaft, and Dante made a contented noise in his throat as she worked his length, leaning towards him and teasing her tongue around his head, tasting the precum that began to weep.

“You do not know how much I missed this.” He growled through his teeth as she took more of his cock into her mouth. Bobbing her head in tandem with her hand, her tongue running firmly along the underside of his shaft. “That’s such a beautiful sight.” He praised, causing her to moan, hallowing her cheeks, taking in more of his cock with enthusiasm, until she gagged on him, honey eyes locking with his blue ones as tears strung her own.

Meande released him with an obscene pop, a string of saliva still connecting them, and he leaned down to her, roughing cupping her face, devouring her lips and she moaned wantonly into the caverns of his mouth. After he intimately acquainted himself with every corner of her mouth, Dante pulled back, lifting Meande’s tank top over her head, tossing it somewhere in the room. She quickly wiggled out of her shorts at panties, and they too ended up in some random spot in the room.

Man-handling her again, Dante tossed her onto her pillows, spreading her legs, she sat up on her elbows as he laid between her thighs. Giving her a cocky smirk, he teased his slick folds with his fingers, causing her to gasp and buck involuntarily.

“Of course you’re already this wet.” She gave him a snarky sardonic look, before slapping his shoulder and he laughed.

“Don’t be such an assh-ahhh!” Her insult cut off as his warm mouth found her throbbing clit, working his tongue in the sinful ways he knew she liked. She keened out loudly, gripping fistfuls of the sheets beneath her as she felt one of his large fingers slip into her tight hole and slowly began to pump, sending her hurtling towards an orgasm, which he denied her, causing her to cry out.

“Been too long, huh?” He teased between kisses to her inner thighs and she whimpered.

“Dante...please.” She whined, her head lulling back, rolling her hips, trying to get him to move his finger.

“Please what, babe?” He asked, innocently, as he added a second finger, pumping again slowly, causing her back to bow, and he scissored his fingers. Truth was it had been a while. Since the night before they went to face “Urizen”.

“Please...I need you.” She begged, brazenly panting as his fingers pumped faster, his breath teasingly fanning over her cunt, sending shivers through her body.

“How can I say no when you beg so well?” Dante removed his fingers, sitting up on his knees, cupping her own to drag her down to him, and he canted her hips up. Holding onto her hip with one hand, he used his other to teasingly rub his cock over her slick folds and she growled.

“Dante, if you don't hurry up and fu-” He thrust into her entrance, causing her head to push back onto her pillows and she cursed way too loudly. It had been so long since she felt him filling and stretching her that she nearly came already.

“You were saying?” He asked, smirking, as he gave her a few long deep stroking, feeling her muscles twitching as she adjusted to his girth. He leaned down to hover over her. “Eyes on me, Meande.” Her honey eyes popped open to be met with his gorgeous blue orbs as he began to move in earnest, drawing whimpers and mewls from the girl beneath him. His name fell from her lips like an unholy prayer as she held onto his shoulders for dear life, her hips rolling to meet his.

He dipped down, capturing her lips again in a passionate kiss, a blaring contrast to his hungry pace. Her hands moved from his shoulders to find home in his soft white hair, her walls fluttering around him. Dante flexed his hips just right, and her orgasm hit so hard blinding white stars filled her vision, and her screams were swallowed by his mouth. He pumped through her heat a few more times before he bottomed out, following her over the edge, filling her with his warmth, growling into her mouth at the intensity of his release.

“Dammit, I forgot just how tight you are, Squirt.” He panted, laying his head on her breasts causing her to let out a breathy laugh, and she stroked his hair. He surprised her by lifting his head and looking deeply into her eyes. “Marry me.” He said it so nonchalantly, as if he had just asked her if she wanted a cookie, and she scoffed, brushing it off.

“Be serious, Dante.” When he didn't laugh, she moved her head to where she could look at him more clearly, was this man seriously asking her to marry him while he was buried to the hilt in her cunt? The glint in his eyes caused a warmth to pool in her abdomen. “R-really?”

“Yeah, really. Marry me, Meande.” He dipped down, punctuating his proposal with a kiss, and she melted. Was it romantic? No it was not. Was it totally something only Dante could get away with? Yes, yes it was.

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you.” He grinned at her, kissing her deeply, before unceremoniously pulling out of her, and she cried at the sudden empty feeling. Where the hell was he going? She wondered to herself, before laughing.

#devil may cry #dmc #dmc5 #dmc5 dante #dante x oc #dmc dante #devil may cry dante #fan fiction

7 notes · View notes