#story. he was like did they even read the second book? scream tell them dad

[bahoreal]

god i finally managed to talk w my dad on the phone (weve both been busy bees) and like the second thing he said was did you SEE the NETFLIX THREE BODY TRAILER 😭

[betrayedbycinnamon]

Flash Fiction Friday

I didn't not get the angst out of my system and am still torturing one Clint Barton.

[#FFF225 I Can't Tell]

Your character has a secret they can't tell. What secret is it? In what situation do they get asked to spill it? Or perhaps it's not that they don't want to tell but something else is keeping them from speaking it out loud? Be it a magical curse or loyalty, whatever has your character keep their mouth shut, we want to know! So go and get to it, write!

Clint knew he shouldn’t have been in Momma and Daddy’s room but he really wanted his book back. It wasn’t fair that his daddy had taken his book. Ms. McCaffey, the new first grade teacher, had given him that book — to keep. It was his.

And he was getting it back. Reading wasn’t just for sissies, he didn’t care what his daddy said.  He’d really liked the pictures of the dragons and princess even if he still struggled with the words and he didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.

He had just better find it quick, before his daddy got home.  

He’d already looked in the nightstands, on top of the dresser, had started to look in a few drawers but then balked when he’d realized there was underwear in there.  Now he was wedging himself under the bed on his daddy’s side and it looked like there was a whole stack of books there.

Clint frowned, wondering who his daddy had stolen these off of, since he’d only had the one book. Maybe Barney?  It was too dark to see what they were under the bed so he carefully dragged the armful out with him; he moved slow so the stack wouldn’t tumble over — he needed to make sure he was able to put it back so it looked undisturbed.

Out from under the bed he sat back on his haunches and looked at his haul.  They didn’t look like the books he was used to seeing at the library when his momma took him when Daddy had a weekend shift.  If anything they kinda looked like the store catalogs his momma got and sometimes let him cut pictures out of.  But shinier?  He rubbed the thick glossy cover page in his fingers, enjoying the texture as his brain slowly processed the contents of the cover.

The book on top had a bare-chested farmer wearing a cowboy hat with his thumbs jammed into the belt loops of his blue jeans, and had a piece of straw sticking out of his mouth. He slid the top book to the side and saw a similar pose on the second one, only this one had an open leather vest and black cap perched on his head.  No straw this time, just a cocky grin.

Clint stared for a few moments, trying to figure out what kind of story would be in those books before his hand reached out to turn to the first page. He was so distracted by the weird situation he didn’t hear his dad coming up the stairs.

He did hear the door creak open and froze in place, fingers still outstretched, as terror flooded his body.

“What do you think you’re doing in my room, boy?” Harold Barton barked out.

“I just wanted my book back.” Clint tried to sound firm and as if he were in the right, but even he could hear how tremulous his voice came out.

“You still crying about —,” Harold cut off as he came far enough in the room to spy the magazines Clint had found.  His face purpled and Clint shrank away in fear.

“I didn’t hurt them, I was just lookin’,” he yelped out.  Harold snatched Clint’s upper arm and hauled him up so far his toes were barely able to scrape the floor.  “I didn’t! I didn’t!” Clint screamed.

“You better not mention those magazines to a single soul,” Harold hissed out, shaking Clint roughly to emphasize his words. Then he threw him across the room. The side of Clint’s head smashed into the dresser. Hard.

He didn’t remember much of the afternoon after that. 

Clint never mentioned the magazines, or his stolen book, to anyone. Not his momma, not Barney, not the doctor who was trying to figure out why his hearing had suddenly tanked when his daddy finally let him get seen — once the bruises had faded.

He didn’t tell anyone even after the car crash that took the wretched bastard and his momma both.  After a while, he forgot about it.

---

Decades later Clint reached under the bed he shared with his partner. He was searching for the phone he had dropped and promptly kicked across the floor as he went after it. Instead of the hard plastic case he was expecting, his fingers found glossy pages and he snatched his hand back as the memories poured in.

He was still crouched in front of the bed when Bucky came in the room.

“I can explain,” he said, sounding awkward.  Clint turned his head and saw that Bucky was flushed — red with embarrassment, not purple with anger, but it still made him flinch.  He watched as Bucky’s eyebrows came together in consternation at the action. “What’s wrong?”

“I, uh.” He just shook his head, unsure how to answer.  That had happened so long ago, why was it knocking him on his ass now?

“You watch porn all the time, why do you care about a few dirty mags? You know it doesn’t mean anything,” Bucky said, clearly feeling wrong-footed. 

But it did mean something, didn’t it?  It certainly put a new perspective on his dad’s fucking attitude about fairies and sissies.  Clint had put the stack of magazines so far out of his mind he had never connected the dots on what must have been inside those covers.

He tried to let out a derisive laugh, but it came out very wet, and Bucky’s arms were suddenly wrapped tightly around Clint, huddling them together next to the bed.  Clint finally told his daddy’s secret in broken sentences, finally told someone the whole story of what had happened the night he had lost most of his hearing. Bucky held him throughout, whispering reassurances that it was wrong, that it shouldn’t have happened, and let Clint cry until he was wrung dry.

---

A week later Clint walked into his bedroom to find a copy of the book that had been taken from him so long ago on his pillow.  He offered up a prayer of thankfulness for Bucky Barnes and went in search of their son to read to him about dragons and princesses.

@flashfictionfridayofficial

[deusexlachina]

Wannabe Warden Part 17: Utterly humiliate the Grey Wardens with my superior darkspawn-slaying skills

In which I am still not deemed worthy of the Grey Wardens despite saving three of them, plus another of Warden Morwen's friends.

After melting enemies left and right with the superior and better one-handed axe, I quickly rack up a vast fortune. Naturally, I spend almost all of it on more equipment to make me even stronger - Four-Fingered Eddie's Lucky Talisman. Unlike in Origins, most items have no description, so I can only imagine he's Four-Fingered Eddie because the amulet gave him so many critical hits he cut his finger clean off slicing onions.

This goes well with the other piece of crit-tastic murder jewellery I spent the rest of my money on back in Act 2 - the puzzle ring of...the BLACK FOX! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Unlike poor Four-Fingered Eddie, there are codex entries describing who the Black Fox is and what his puzzle rings might be, but why read the book when you can watch the movie? With these magic charms and a good head start, only the sprightliest sprite, the nimblest elf, the wickedest witch or the devil himself can withstand my near-constant stream of critical hits. Speaking of critical hits and the nimblest elf, I encounter Zevran, Warden Morwen's murderin' chum. Anders recognizes him. From the stories. They never actually fought together.

Zevran explains that he's being hunted by the Antivan Crows, again, despite the fact that Warden Morwen did several jobs for the Crows in exchange for them backing off from her, the Couslands, and Zevran in particular. Maybe these Crows are a splinter group, or maybe assassins tell lies to people.

Unfortunately for the Crows, they're the "Coterie" enemy type, which is weak to spirit damage, aka the purple numbers that cloud the air whenever I look at someone funny. Worse, with my newfound knowledge of one-handers, I respec Other Aveline into a pure DPS battering ram and hand her the other, only slightly less broken, spirit axe. What's she trying to do, steal my look? Some people. Anyway, we win, and Zevran has a reward for me.

I'm excited now. As a good friend of the Warden-Commander, Zevran would make an excellent job reference for Being A Grey Warden. Unfortunately, the reward is a dagger, which is already obsolete because only Isabela can use them and she has better ones. Isabela is so insulted at this vendor trash that she asks for makeup sex despite unilaterally claiming me as a girlfriend. But threesomes are Isabela's hobby, so I oblige my yandere pirate lover and she gets to be stuck in a compromising position between two deadly fighters, which is usually how combat with her turns out.

Other Aveline sees us propositioning each other and throws up a little in her mouth that we're talking about having sex with each other right in front of her. It's an easy mistake, I thought she didn't mind that kind of thing since she asked me to vicariously seduce her direct subordinate, and no, she is not living that down three years later.

I'm thinking more clearly now, but I'm not satisfied, and not just because Zevran kept crying out "I still remember MY first battle! Hahaha!" But I get another chance to prove myself to the Wardens. Warden Nathaniel Howe, who is moderately nicer than his dad who killed Morwen's family, is missing in the Deep Roads, so I go rescue him.

This is more difficult than I remember because these aren't your average, everyday, darkspawn. These are advanced darkspawn. I wonder who made this sidequest so overtuned before I remember that it was me, because I thought it would be fun to have both Nightmare Ultra difficulty and nastier darkspawn. It's just like the escape from Lothering. Except this time, the roles are reversed. I can do thousands of damage in a second, so it's their turn to run screaming from me.

This is for Wesley! This is for all three of my buddies who got mangled trying to keep up with the dozens of advanced darkspawn I'm mowing down! And, most of all...this is for Carver!

But I'm not the only one avenging Carver. Bethany is also here, fighting the good fight. Unfortunately, she's not doing as well as she does with me, because the Wardens unwisely armed her with a fire staff. Curiously, she gets a nature staff exclusively if she's not a Warden, despite nature being twice as effective as fire against darkspawn. See, this is why Bethany needs me. And why the Wardens need me.

She introduces me as her sister. (Or I WAS her sister...before she got THE BLIGHT!!!) I miss her, but she can't let herself miss the family.

Once again, she manages to make everyone feel uncomfortable - not just with her bleak words, but also by steadily zooming in on her face, closer and closer. JUST LIKE THE TAINT IN HER VEINS.

But I have saved her life, and that of Nathaniel. And some other guy who made bombs that were supposed to help fight the darkspawn but these ones are so powerful that explosives barely tickle them. Because of me, Nathaniel will see his sister and nephew again. And - seeing how I wiped out the darkspawn more than ten times faster than all three actual Wardens present - he has a fitting reward for me.

I reach out my hand, waiting for a notice of Conscription, and receive a longsword, which is already obsolete because only people named Aveline can use longswords and we both have much better weapons already.

[writing-oof]

Books, Vampires, and Baby Vaccines

Day Six: (All) I got Technoblade and the Syndicate, and I started typing and ended up with vampires. Oops : ]

TW: mentioned dog bite, mentioned rabies vaccine

When Technoblade founded the Syndicate, he did not expect it to end up like this.

Honestly, it was just supposed to be a book club. How was he supposed to know that nobody read Greek Mythology except him and a bunch of immortals?

His aunt would probably kill him if she knew he was out in the woods cozying up to a bunch of vampires. In his defense, though, it is really cold.

And, despite the fact that they're dead as dust, Ranboo's pretty damn warm. Their blanket is super soft too.

And they're also like twelve, so Technoblade's pretty sure that even if they did decide to attack him all of the sudden, he'd be alright.

Probably.

He did see Tommy pick up an entire car once, but Ranboo had seemed pretty shocked themself so he figures that maybe that's just a Tommy thing.

Tommy's a weird kid.

Even weirder than Technoblade, who's the weirdest eleven year old in the whole city.

He knows because his teacher Mr. Skeppy tells him all the time, and he'd normally be upset, but the man says it like Technoblade's his kid and he just got an A+ on his report card so he doesn't really mind all that much.

Anyways, the point is that Tommy's weird, Technoblade's weirder, and the whole book club is vampires now except for him.

Actually--

Technobalde shifts to look at the spot between Ranboo's eyes. Ranboo, who's super polite, doesn't even look at Technoblade's face.

"Could I be a vampire?" Technobalde asks and Tommy makes a face.

"You're definitely not a vampire," he says and Technoblade rolls his eyes.

"No, I mean could I be a vampire," he says, "Like, could you make me a vampire?"

Tommy looks excited for half a second before his face falls and he scowls.

"No," he says, crossing his arms clearly pretty upset about it, "Dad said we can't make anyone else into vampires until we're a hundred and twenty."

"It's a mean rule," Tubbo says, blinking sleepily while Niki ties braids into his hair.

"It's still the rules, though," Ranboo points out.

Technoblade, who has never once followed a rule ever--and Mr. Skeppy doesn't count--says, "You shouldn't follow a rule if it's ridiculous."

Ridiculous is Technoblade's favorite word, ever since Mr. Halo--who he's pretty sure is Mr. Skeppy's secret demon husband--said that he was very ridiculous after he wrote a story about their demon marriage that made Mr. Skeppy so red in the face that he looked like a tomato.

"We have to follow the rules, though," Niki says and Technoblade scowls, sitting up more but not pulling away from Ranboo or his blanket.

"But were the Syndicate!" he points out, because they hate the rules and there's a lot of them and that's basically unionizing so they shouldn't have to do anything.

"Yeah, but Phil's the Syndicate too, though," Tubbo points out and Technoblade frowns.

He knew he shouldn't have invited any grown-ups into the Syndicate.

But Philza was cool!

He's the coolest vampire ever, with great big wings and a really nice bunch of birds that sound a lot like Chat when they caw a bunch at the same time.

"Fine," Technoblade says, "I'll just become a werewolf or something."

"No!" Tubbo cries, "Don't be a werewolf! They stink!"

"Tubbo," Niki scolds, "Jack doesn't stink."

"He does too," Tommy says, sticking out his tongue at her, "You're just mad 'cause he's your boyfriend."

"You take that back," she demands, getting up to her feet and leaving a sleepy Tubbo falling back onto the ground.

"Never!" Tommy shouts, turning to run deeper into the forest.

Niki chases after him, hot on his heels and Technoblade decides to ignore any screaming that may or may not commence after the face.

Tubbo, now sleep and grumpy, pushes at Techno until he lets him crawl into the blanket with him and Ranboo.

When Technoblade founded the Syndicate, he did not expect it to end up like this.

He's pretty okay with that, though.

---

Technoblade does not turn into a werewolf.

He does, however, have to explain the angry-red dog bite on his arm to his aunt and he gets himself scolded silly and taken to the doctors for a babies vaccine.

He tries to insist that he's not a baby anymore, especially since he fought a dog all by himself, but his aunt does not relent.

Techoblade resigns himself to being turned into a baby by the doctors. At least then he might have a chance at living long enough to get turned into a vampire.

---

Technoblade never does turn into a vampire.

By the time Tommy's finally old enough to turn him, Technoblade has already made himself a place in the coven--his coven--as the infamous Blood God.

And, while the Sleepy Boys end up called a lot of things over the decades, the Syndicate always seems to be the title that sticks.

And to think that it all started over a book on Greek Mythology and a couple of kids in the woods.

---

So Wilbur just shows up one day to the book club, a normal human who definitely is not a changeling here to take Technoblade's soul

I just ran out of time to write his part again

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

A random woman runs to skeleton screaming her waters broke and that the baby is coming. Before skeleton can do anything, she's already pushing the baby out. What would be their reaction?

Undertale Sans - Oh woah. That's too much responsibilities in once! Dude, he doesn't know how to do this! But he doesn't really has a choice anymore, so he helps the woman to lie down on a bench and grabs the baby is his blue now ruined jacket. He didn't even have time to realise what just happened. The baby is crying, just as the human, and omg he is so overwhelmed. He teleports the lady and the baby to the hospital, and kinda follows the doctors around for a while, before he feels too stupid and leaves. What even is he doing? The lady comes to visit him by surprise a few weeks later to thank him. Sans is not sure he really was useful, but that's nice to hear.

Undertale Papyrus - He is screaming internally, trying his best to focus on what the hell is going on. He read some thing about human pregnancy, but he never knew he would have to deliver a baby himself one day, and that's all very different than in the book. You're supposed to be at the hospital, not in the middle of the street, and it supposed to take a few hours not a few seconds. In seconds, the baby is in his hands and he doesn't know what he's supposed to do of it??? He kinda throws them in their mother's arms and, uh, waits for instructions because he can't think straight right now. Please help him. The lady guides him after that. Well, at least he'll have something a story to tell to Undyne.

Underswap Sans - Well he's the police, not rescue services, but he has some knowledge about what to do. He stays professional and leads the mother in his car so she can give birth somewhere warm. He calls an ambulance while helping the lady to breathe in and out. He's quite surprised when the baby literally falls in his arms, but that happens sometimes. He covers the baby in his police jacket, and talks with the lady until the ambulance arrives. This was quite intense, but he's happy. That's not something you see everyday!

Underswap Papyrus - He's freaking out as much as the young mother, not knowing what he's doing of his hands and screaming hysterically as a way to cope with his own feelings. He's screaming so loud than soon, a crowd forms around you two with kind souls to help them. They even congratulated him as the new dad even if he doesn't know who is this woman. Though, now he is ready if his S/O ever deliver their baby in the middle of the street. What a day.

Underfell Sans - He tries to walk faster to ignore the woman, but she grabs his arm and crushes it, so he has no choice. He is not happy or comfortable about this, but he's doing it anyway, because the damn lady just poped the baby in front of him, and he's maybe grumpy, but not heartless. However, as soon as other people come to help, he's leaving. He doesn't like when there's too many people around.

Underfell Papyrus - This is the moment he waited for! A lady in distress, and him as the knight in shining armour that can save the day. Welp, until he realises a baby isn't delivered by miracle and that he has to touch the stuff... And passes out because this is too overwhelming for him and omg it's so stressful? What if the baby dies? What if something goes wrong? What if it's because something he did wrong and then he goes in prison? He's helping this time because he can't really stop now that the baby is in his hands, but he promises himself this is the last time he's doing this. Who knew saving the world could be that scary?

Horrortale Sans - He is not helping. Oak is confused because of all the hormones. He's rubbing his head uncontrolably against your stomach and he can't do anything to not do it. The lady is terrified and confused, the baby is coming out, and Oak can't listen a word she's saying. This is so chaotic until some other people step in to save the day and gently push Oak away.

Horrortale Papyrus - He was really eager to help and he feels like it's an honour to witness the birth of a new soul. However, he didn't expect things to get that bloody. And... Uh... Willow can't stand blood. At all. He's trying his best to stay focus but he wants to faint so badly. He is kind enough to faint only once the baby is born and in their mother's arms. He needs a moment. Even lying on the ground, he's congratulating the new mom for being so brave however.

Swapfell Sans - OH NO. He's not doing that. He's calling an ambulance and he's holding the baby in place inside of the belly with blue magic until it comes. There's no way he's touching the stuff. He did his part, good luck with that, he's out.

Swapfell Papyrus - At first he thinks it's some prank some kids are playing on him. But then the lady really delivers a baby. Oh. So this is not a joke. Oh. Oh no. Rus is freaking out. He calls the hospital and will scream on the receptionnist until the rescue comes. He's also not touching the baby. He kinda just grabs them and throws them on their mom when she fully pops them out. He's not ready for this omg why these sorts of things always have to fall on him like this? He just wanted a normal day!

Fellswap Gold Sans - He used to help monsters give birth Underground and thought he was ready. But then the woman pops out the baby from her body and he is so confused??? In the Underground, babies just kinda pops out of fine air with a lot of magic. This is so much more gross. He hates every second of it. And looks at that thing. It looks like a small human sharpei mix. This is ugly. Ew. He never wants a human baby. Why are humans so weird and gross?

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - This is way too much for him. When you pops out the baby, he laughs a second... then faints on the ground. The mother just has the time to grab the baby before. Coffee won't wake up before the ambulance comes, and he's in shock. But at least, eh, the baby is fine!

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

The Whisperer: Part 12 (Wally Clark Fic)

I felt his energy before I saw him or heard him. I continued reading my book without acknowledging him. Honestly he could wait a few minutes after what happened today. “Mo…” his voice sounded so lost and broken, but he did it to himself, he asked me to do something I told him weeks ago I had no intention of doing.

“We aren’t visiting yet Wally I’ve still got 6 pages in my chapter.” Before I could even do anything the book was launched across the room and Wally was straddling me. “Well now it’s even more time because I have to go back and find my-“ My speech was cut off by a very high pitched screeching noise that came from me horrifyingly enough. The stupid ghost was tickling me.

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that you might have to try again.” He continued his brutal assault on my ribs and neck with me unsuccessfully trying to bat his hands away.

“O-okay you’re forgiven!” I finally get out grabbing his hands and trying to catch my breath while I gazed up at him to see his eyes a dark like before. I follow his line of sight and see that my sleep shirt has ridden up so he can see the black lacy thing underneath.

“I don’t know I kinda like you squirming and out of breath beneath me.” He muttered before leaving wet kisses in a line just above my underwear and along my thighs. What the hell man it’s like fucking whiplash. “Tell me about the accident” He managed to get out in between kisses on my body.

“Wally-“ I tried pushing his head away but he caught my hands and held them to my sides staring me down as he licked a long strip up my thigh to my hip making sure to leave a mark. This man may make me cum without ever actually touching my pussy.

“No, I’m going to keep doing this. I want you to tell me about the accident. Close your eyes.” I did as he said and focused on his fucking wonderful tongue dancing along my body wondering about how it would feel- “You’re not telling me the story, I’ll stop”

“I was 10, my brother Connor -the one I live with- was 24. He had flown in from Florida for Christmas and my parents and I were driving to the airport to pick him up. I was being a brat and screaming that I wanted a hot chocolate at the airport but my parents had both said it was too late and I would have to go to bed when we got home. My mom was trying to reason with me but I threw my book at her so my dad turned my head around for just a second…but that’s all it took. There was a drunk driver out that night, he hit us head on. It was so cold, and then there was this light. Not like the overly dramatic light that you see in movies but just kinda like I was walking into sunlight. My mom and dad were way ahead of me and I was running to catch up with them, that’s when I felt arms pick me up and I was looking at this man I didn’t know. He shook his head and he said that it wasn’t my time yet, that I still had so much work to do. And then I woke up and the EMTs were talking about how it was a miracle because I had been dead for 12 minutes. That wasn’t the last time I saw the man, he’s been back in my dreams every now and then since then, he explained I could see and talk to ghosts because I had technically died. I can also project, which means I can go into people’s dreams or visit their resting place but not for very long. So I mean yes I guess I could technically tell Maddie’s friends I know but it would be in a dream.” Wally moved so he face was hovering over mine and he kissed my forehead.

“I’m so sorry Mo, we should have never asked you to help Maddie. I never should have asked you to help Maddie.” Damn it he looked so fucking sad.

“Maybe I’ll be able to help Maddie one day, it’s just not a day in the foreseeable future.” He nodded and traced his finger down my face, neck, all the way down my body until he reached my thigh.

“You’re so pretty Mo, and such a good person even if you think you’re not.” He shifted just so and I could feel his cock staining against his pants on my thigh. “Do you want me to tell you a different story now?”

“I think I know the story, and considering how emotionally taxing this day has been it’s going to have to be another. You’ll spend the night with me though won’t you?” He smiled and nodded before spooning me from behind. “Hey Wally, just so you know I normally sleep naked.” Wally groaned and turned away from me.

“Jesus Christ Mo.”

[gingersp1ce547]

Finale thoughts:

Pre learning about the finale:

This first bit was written before I found out what happened in the finale, the second paragraph is after

Gang I’m gonna be completely real with you, I kinda don’t even care anymore about this last arc. Like when c!wilburs last stream came out, I didn’t like it at first but eventually came to realize how much I liked it thematically for the story. But all of this stuff recently just feels like retreads of old plot lines without the emotions treads that originally made it special.

I hope I’m wrong. I hope the finale makes everything seem brilliant in retrospect but the writing just doesn’t feel as tight anymore. Not to mention I feel like everything is lost thematically. I can only watch c!tommy go through life changing tramua so many times without it feeling like torturep0rn. I found where the character was after c!wilbur left, interesting but to find out that it just leads us back to the beginning of the cycle feels disappointing.

And maybe that’s the point maybe it supposed to be that traumatized people will keep following the same cycles that hurt them until they chose to break out from them. But it doesn’t feel like c!tommy ever will and so I’m left feeling…disappointed? For lack of a better word.

Idk it’s like my dad will tell me about how he stopped reading game of thrones because it just got to grim dark, like there was so little hope left that there might as well be none. I’m not interested in watching these characters I care about be punished for attempting to heal, I’m fine with seeing them hurt and struggle but there’s gotta be a reward at some point. I guess it really does all depend on how things end, but right now I wish things ended with the disc finale.

Post learning about the finale:

Ok well shit I was right. I’m not super surprised, I think that the cc’s where kinda focused on just ending this story so they could move onto a new one so it’s not surprising that lacking passion would lead to a less satisfying and not as well written conclusion as other parts of this story.

Part of what drew me in so much to the story of the dsmp was the chaotic simpleness of it. I don’t know if anyone reading this has read lord of the flies but I always kinda thought of the server as something akin to if not a better representation of putting a bunch of humans in small space and seeing what happens (obviously with some caveats bc Minecraft but you get what mean).

The story to me was always the best when the stakes where personal but the cast was large. Think of pogtopia and all the different connections on both sides, think of doomsday and the excitement of watching all these people come together each for their own reasons and reacting to this large event. Not to mention those personal connections didn’t feel fantastical, they where grounded in things somewhat relatable to real life. I could connect to c!phil being disillusioned with countries after his son dies because of one even if I didn’t sympathize with his actions because I can imagine how that would feel. I could connect with C!tommy trying desperately to pull his life together after someone tramuatized him because I have been through something similar myself. Hell to even use a more recent event, I really enjoyed the complexities of c!quackity as a character because he was interesting and well written take on someone not coping well with his loses and tramua and taking it out on others.

What I unfortunately cannot really connect with is having a a screaming match with a guy who wants to learn more about the universe. And now that I’m thinking about it more I don’t even think it actually has to do with the fantastical elements of the revival book but more so like I feel like the themes in these last couple of streams leading up to the finale, did not have enough time to fully be touched upon before being discussed. The most we really got to see was C!Tommy’s reaction to being revived and C!Wilbur’s.

Part of the reason I felt like I was struggling to get invested was because when c!Dream started talking about how the world was ending because of the revive book I felt like I had no reason to believe him. I guess we could say the egg was that but even that feels like a far stretch when c!tommy didn’t acknowledge it as being such. I really think this is a case where giving this arc more time to be fleshed out would have been really good. Imagine watching tommy fall into obsession after Wilbur leaves instead of just being told it happened. Imagine him and maybe some other people on the server stumbling upon areas where the code is glitchy and odd things happen or maybe there’s giant pits into the void. Imagine being shown all the things we where told happened. I think that definitely would have helped at least me a lot.

Even so I feel like this finale did more harm than good by retroactively overwriting themes of other arcs. The l’manburg war was about material gain vs. emotional gain through both c!erets betrayal and c!Tommys giving up of his disc to win the war. The pogtopia arc was about power, to what ends do you go to get it with c!wilbur, what do you do with it though c!Schlatt, c!techno and c!quackity, and are you deserving of it with c!wilbur (baby girl has so many themes), c!tubbo, and c!tommy. And then the beginning of season 2 through doomsday dealt with the role of a country in peoples lives, and eventually leads into the discussion of attachments into the end of the season. Which as a theme attachments works so well because it feels inclusive towards all parts of the story so far and a natural progression of those earlier themes. Therefore it’s not surprising when after which everything starts to feel not as coherent and powerful.

My only guesses towards some of the themes past season 2 are, healing and attempts at happiness in comfort through the egg arc, and most characters that where not involved in that arc, arcs up to c!tommy being locked in the prison. And then after which I guess could be a sort of different take on how much power one person should have between c!dream and the revive book and c!sam and the prison?

I wanna clarify right now that I do not hate season 3, in fact I really like the beginning of it but the longer it went on and the more cc’s stopped playing just for even more cc’s I didn’t know to be added, the less I started to care.

The last thing I wanna talk about is how much it feels like c!ranboo got done dirty. We spent so much time getting invested into this mystery of a character only to not get most answers and the one we did get felt so weak. Like I’m sorry but only hearing c!dream say that oh yeah mindcontrol exists and he was using it on ranboo for awhile, and then watch tommy and tubbo be surprised for all of about 1 minute before moving on felt like a slap in the face after all that build up.

I’m frustrated and disappointed with how things have ended. But I don’t think that this overwrites the ingenious of the good parts on the dsmp and how much it will inspire new forms of story telling in the years to come.

As for volume 2, I’ll probably see what people say about it on this hellsite (affectionate) and then go from there on whether or not I’ll keep up with it. I hope it is a true reset and gives the cc’s the opportunity to start fresh with new ambitions and passions because I think it has the possibility to be something really good now that they have the experience of already having done this once.

Sorry for such a long post but it felt appropriate after writing analysis posts on this story for so long. Hope y’all who read this far have a wonderful rest of your day or night!

[katsukisilkbonnet]

Dilf!Kiri x Librarian!Reader

I got high and this is what came to my mind.

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Warnings: Just kiri being cute and awkward, a twinge of suggestive content but if you squint.

Kiri is a single dad to a little girl who loves to spend her days reading in the library.

Since he works the graveyard shift at a warehouse, he tries to spend as much time with her during the day.

So one night he’s looking for a bedtime story but realizes they’ve read all of them, so he promises her a trip to the library the next morning. 

It’s that morning when he meets you for the first time.

“Welcome, what can I help you two with?” You ask softly with a welcoming smile on your face.

Your voice is like pure honey to him, smoother than his silk sheets (which he’d love to see you under or on top of). Lord and your smile, he could stare at it for hours if you let him. 

“Bedtime stories please!” His little one answers excitedly, pulling him out of his own little trance.

“Ah well, you’re going to want to go down this way, follow the arrows and-” He watches your lips move with each word and imagines what they’d feel like against his own.

“And if you have any questions just let one of us know!” You give them both a smile and wave before you’re called away by another customer.

From that day on, Kiri gets a library card and doesn’t even think about buying them online anymore. 

The next few visits, his mini me accompanies him and the routine is typically the same.

She wants more children's books, you tell them where they can find them, you check them out while Kiri checks you out, then see each other in a week. 

Although Kiri has become more bold now, he’s gone from complimenting you in his head to small talk.

“That’s a pretty sweater on you” “Your hair looks gorgeous as usual.” “I like your nails, red is my favorite color”

He hasn’t been in a relationship in six years, the poor man is struggling and even his kid knows it. 

Each compliment makes you swoon and scream on the inside, so you’re not mad about it.

One day she’s had enough of his awkward flirting and just straight up exposes him with no regrets.

“Did you guys find everything you were looking for?” 

“Yeah we did, by the way my daddy thinks you’re really pretty!” She stares at the black haired man with a bright smile while he tries to hide a deep blush.

It takes everything in you not to scream, but you do want to keep your job for now.

“Well I’m very flattered, I think your daddy is very handsome.” You slide their books over the counter, sliding your hands over the taller man in front of you.

“D-daddy says thank you, ah no shit I mean thank you, y-you have a good day!”

When did his daughter become so bold??? 

Anyways, after dinner and bath time, he’s reading the little munchkin her bedtime story and a piece of paper slips out of the pages. 

He picks it up and raises an eyebrow when he notices that it has your name and phone number on it.

He quietly exits her room once she’s sound asleep and goes into his bedroom.

He contemplates dialing your number for at least 30 minutes.

Even calls up his best friend Katsuki for relationship advice.

“Shitty hair this is a no brainer, you haven’t met anyone in damn near seven years! Even if it’s just a quick fling, go for it. What’s the worst that could happen, you get married again? Second times the charm or whatever.” Katsuki says, clearing working out on the other side of the phone.

“I thought the saying was third times a charm?” Kiri asked,  watching his friend pace himself on the treadmill while they Facetime. 

“Do you want to be married two more times dumb ass?!” The blonde retaliates.

“You’re right, I’ll go call her. Have a good workout.” The raven haired man hands up the phone before nervously running a hand through his long hair.

“Alright Kiri, you can raise a child, you can ask a girl out. She gave you her number.” 

He types your number into the dial pad and waits for an answer, listening to the rings was agonizing for him, the world felt like it was moving in slow motion.

“Hello?”

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Okay halfway through this I was contemplating turning it into a fan fiction, would y’all actually read it tho??

[ghosts-to-reid]

Final Girl (1)

Summary: Y/N L/N Was a final girl. Phrase coined with the birth of the fasicnation fo the 80s slashers, and the real life stories of those who have survived tragedy. Hawkins is her frsh start, her escape from her trauma, and here she meets the one and only Eddie Munson. But with the death of a cheer leader, will she skip town? Or stay to see it through?

Based on THIS post i made like an hour ago.

Part 2

TW: Death, descriptions of violence, gun mention, basic horror tropes, not proof read. Let me know if i forgot anything!

A/N: Deffo gonna be writing a part 2 to this, maybe a new series? Im obsessed with Horror and slahsers and the book The Final Girls Support Group by Grady Hendrix and this is most definetly self indulgent, but i really hope you enjoy. This is mainly a story opening, itll be explored more with next parts and their relationhsip will blossom through the next parts. this is more framing but still important! Please send an ask if youd like to be added to the taglist for future parts!

Your heart was racing, palms sweating, but you couldn’t stop. Escaping was only one step, now you had to get to safety. It was meant to be a fun weekend at your friend's house, remote, near a lake. A peaceful weekend, no adults, no supervision, nothing more. No one predicted a masked psycho hunting you down. Somehow, you’d managed to catch him off guard. Over power him. You never thought you’d have to kill a man, but there you were. He was gone with two axe hits. Yet, here you were, running down the road to the closest town, covered in blood, not knowing if it was yours or your friends. Running from the massacre, but not knowing if your attack had even worked, you weren’t taking any chances. You were only 14. 

Two years later, it all happened again. A revenge fantasy from a family member of the original masked maniac, taking on the original mask, or at least the most similar they could find. They snuck into your family home, that night they’d murdered your family, your mum, dad, little sister, but they were collateral. They were here for you. Again, you survived, they took out your parents first, and you tried to save your sister, but you were too late. Cue the usual screaming, running through streets, hiding, escaping, running again. There were a few other casualties of neighbours trying to help before police arrived. Yet you were still the one to win, with a shot of your fathers shotgun, he was flying out a second story window onto a fence pole. You thought you were safe, finally away from the media sensations of the latest ‘Final Girl’, another in a line of others. Another girl who survived an attack at summer camp in the 70’s, One being kidnapped with her friends and escaping a group of inbred hicks who tortured for fun, and escaping again when he came back, and your predessosr, a girl who survived her severly mentally ill brother who simply had a lust to kill anyone and everyone, though her fame overlapped with yours, the attacks happening in the break between yours. Can’t forget the girl whose boyfriend went crazy and massacred their friends, and then tried to massacre her. She didn’t make it out without a scrape through, she was wheelchair bound now. 

Y/N L/N was the new It girl of the ‘Final Girls’, phrase coined with the newfound fascination of girls escaping unbelievable situations that killed her friends, the ones who outsmarted the killer, and lived to tell the gruesome tale. Some girls signed movie rights, others wrote books, others milked the limelight as much as they could, the money that flowed made it all worth it to them, but you never ever spoke to the press. Your files were sealed due to your age, but your chance at witness protection was taken by a loose lipped deputy who spilled your name to the press. Sure, people knew the basics, but people wanted the details. How many times did he stab Martha? You jumped out of a window? What was it like seeing your friend's skull be chopped in two? It was sickening, and you never wanted anything to do with it. 

The older girls were first to make contact with you. Heather, the first, the girl who survived the camp, was the first, she was older than you, 16 when her story started in 1974, 28 now. She devoted her life to helping others with trauma. She sold the movie rights, and bought the very camp her story started with every penny earned. She turned it from her place of trauma, to a palace to help others. You stayed there with her every summer since your first attack. Heather was an angel. You don’t know what you’d do without her.

Yet, with no parents or siblings left, you found yourself here in Hawkins. Your aunt took you in, you had to repeat a few grades, not being able to focus after what happened. “Fresh town, fresh start”, she said. So here you were, repeating Senior year at 18. 

“Fuck.” You breathed as you entered the school, you didn’t know what to expect. People recognised you, they knew who you were. You had stalkers, crazy fans, people wanted your autograph. How sick was that? Shaking the thoughts off, you stepped through the halls and tried to continue with your day. 

Yet, you made it to lunch alive. People made a few comments, people whispered in not so hushed voices about the final girls, but people seemed to be keeping to themselves here. It was a weight off of your shoulders. Hell, you even made a few friends, girls from the cheer squad of all things. Maybe they wanted to up their social reputation by being friends with the final girl, but you doubted you would let it get that far. Caught up in your own thoughts you didn’t even notice where you were walking and that was right into a leather jacket.

“Shit im so sorry!” You breathed, bending over to grab your lunch box, and help him pick up the papers that sprayed from his hands from the collision.

“Hey it’s cool, You don’t have to do that” He smiled to you, when your eyes met, you saw a flash of recognition as he paused, you thought he was going to freak out over you, maybe another stalker? But whatever he was thinking, he shook off quickly before grabbing the rest of his papers and helping you stand straight. Flashing you another smile “You new here?”

Reluctantly, you nodded “That obvious huh? I’m a bit lost, I haven’t been in school for a while.” He nodded sympathetically

“Yeah well, sadly i've been stuck in this hell hole for 6 years, so, little lost sheep, you managed to run right into the one person who knows this palace like the back of his hand.” He chuckles as he lifts up his hand in a dramatic fashion, illustrating his pint, and soon you were laughing along with him.

“So… You got anywhere to sit this lunch? I’d be happy to clear a space at my table for you if not.” You smiled at him, he was charming, and sweet, so you agreed. As the two of you walked across the lunchroom, you could feel eyes on you. Taking a deep breath, like your therapist constantly reminded you to, you walked by his side. 

“So what's your name? Or am I gonna be referring to you as a lost sheep all day?” He asked, looking down at you as you dodged through the crowds of students. Of course he knew it, but it was nice he was asking.

“Y/N L/N. And you?” 

“Eddie Munson. Or as you’ll hear around the halls, The Freak.” He shrugged to you with a smile and spun to stand in front of you “Pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss. L/N” He held out a hand dramatically and you shook it with a giggle. 

So, from that moment you were inseparable. You Hung with Hellfire, they never asked about what happened, and they never pried if you mentioned anything.

Eddie quickly becomes your closest friend. He would listen if you were upset, he would take you to the movies, or to the arcade, showing you around Hawkins. He invited you to all the club meetings, offering to help you with creating a character so you could join. He held you when you cried, he would comfort you when you had a nightmare, even if it meant him driving across town in the dead of night. When your aunt was out late or gone for a business tripe you would stay at his trailer. You couldn’t ask for a better friend

You open dup to him about what happened. You told him about Heather, and where you disappeared to every month or so. Monthly, or as close to that as possible, you and the other final girls would meet in secret to check in on each other. Part of the reason Hawkins was so alluring to you was that it was so close to Heathers camp, an hour or so drive. It was a secret for you five, only your closest friends or family knowing about it. Even when you did talk about your experiences, he never pried, he never asked, he would listen, he would comfort you, he was perfect.

Life was perfect. Up until the murder of Chrissy Cunningham.

You were home with your aunt watching the news, and when the story came up your blood ran cold, you knew Chrissy. She was a friend. She was nice. Worriedly, your aunt looked over to you, she grabbed your hand and gave it a comforting squeeze as she shut off the TV.

“Are you ok sweetheart?” She asked through knitted brows “It’s not like that, it’s just random. Remember, not every murder will elad to that. Ok?” with a sigh you nodded eyes glued to the now blank screen, you took a deep breath as your heart raced. This is how it always starts. 

Breathe the flower, blow out the candle. 

The phone rang with a loud ring, jolting you from your trance. Your aunt rushed to answer it, as you watched on with heart beating loud in your ears. If you were being honest, you were ready to skip town right now. You had a licence, you had a gun, bought purely for the comfort after the shotgun that saved you the last time, and a bag already packed in your trunk stuffed with a supply of cash, but only your aunt, Eddie, and Heather knew about this. Hell the bag being ready to go was something Heather taught at the camp. While you were debating your options your aunt called out to you.

“Sweetie? It’s Dustin.” Your aunt called you, you stood up and took the phone from her.

“Y/N?” His voice buzzed from the otherside of the receiver

“What's up Dustin?” Your voice was weak, almost hoarse from the emotions welling up inside you.

“Where’s Eddie?”

[slowpoke-fics]

Sacrifice

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Pack x Reader

Request Summary: You're Scotts twin sister and make a sacrifice for the good of the pack

Warnings: death, panic attack, angst, murder described, death described, reader death; I know for a fact I've missed some and this one is pretty fucking rough, as always read at your own risk.

A/N: This one is angsty, and just a tad longer than normal, consider it my apology to nonnie for taking so damn long on this request. I hope you guys love it, and again, this one is rough, read at your own risk.

You're able to grab one of the fucking resilient demonic ninja's off of Isaac. You could smell his pain, his blood, and you could smell Allisons determination. The second one on Isaac was shot with Allisons arrow, it's glowing green, fighting with the clear pain it's experiencing. With a split decision you're next to Allison, pushing her out of the way, a sharp pain through your chest, and then you're numb.

Allison's face is rampant with fear, her shirt holding a tiny cut that didn't grace the skin. Good, she's okay, and then you're falling.

You don't hit the ground though, your brother, Scott, holding your face with a stray tear falling down his face. You reach up and wipe it away, "It's okay Scotty, it doesn't hurt." Scott chokes back a sob, his hand gently rubbing yours, "Is everyone else okay?" Scott starts to speak, his voice betraying him, sounding mangled, "Yeah, everyone is okay Y/n, you're gonna be okay too." You shook your head, "Not in the way you think I am," Scott finally releases a sob, "no, no, big brother," he tries to laugh, trying to give you a little peace with your joke that even though he's minutes older, he's still older, "it's okay, yeah? Me and you, fighting tooth and nail. This was the best gift I could've ever gotten, I love you, and I love the pack. This is okay." You reach behind him, fingers tangled into his hair, you pull him to you and kiss his forehead. "Don't let them blame themselves, and don't blame yourself," another kiss to his cheek, "I love you big brother."

Scott's memories with you flashes before his eyes as the color in yours goes out, how did we get here?

"Scott! You okay?" You look over his body for injuries, he hisses at you making contact with his torso. "Scott, what's wrong? Did you get bit by something too?" Scott's eyebrows raise, "What do you mean 'too'? Did you get bit?" You roll your eyes and turn around, shirt stained with blood, "Yeah, I managed to get away from the fucker while rolling down some hill, now let me see yours." You swat him away, lifting his shirt and taking a good look at the bite mark, "Okay, not too bad, you fix me up and I'll fix you up? Not a word to mom, got it?" Scott nods, walking with you into the house to take care of the bite marks.

Scott can't feel anything, surrounded by you, your lifeless body. His anger, no, pain, soars through him as his eyes glow, a roar deep within him. The only thing anyone in his pack can hear is the scream from Lydia's lips and the roar of pain from Scott.

Isaac barely notices the sound around him, only his own heartbeat in his ears as he listened to yours fade away.

"Isaac you fucking idiot!" You slapped Isaac on the back of the head, he looks at you with lost, glowing, puppy dog eyes, "Sorry, Y/n." His eyes dull to his normal brown and you frown, "You've gotta do better honey, you can't lose control like that, you'll kill someone and I know that's not what you want." Isaac sits on the metal bench in the locker room, head in his hands, "I don't know that I'll ever be able to."

You sigh, sitting next to him with your hand rubbing his back, "You will, just give it time, until then, you've gotta find something that works for you, something that prevents you from breaking someone fucking ribs Isaac." You voice becomes elevated again towards the end, irritated at Isaac's recklessness. "Yeah," he leans his head down to your shoulder, "I know firecracker."

Scott is blind to the feeling on his bloody hand, only noticing it when Allison's tears hit it. Allison brushes a hair out of your face, you looked peaceful, she's eternally grateful for you, for what you did for her tonight and what you've done for her up until this point.

"Allison, fuck," you huff, pulling yourself up from the ground, "let's do it again, I know that this isn't you, your aim is perfect, let it all go and focus on me okay?" She sighs, shaking the bow in her hand, "Maybe the fact that I could actually hurt you isn't helping." You're eye to eye with her, both hands on her face, eyes glowing, "No, you won't hurt me, I'm invincible remember?" She laughs, shaking her head, "Alright, last time." You grin ear to ear and took off running. Allison brings the bow up, listening to you run. She sees glimpses of you, through the trees, and the arrow is gone. She sighs, she didn't hit you, she's shouting at you "I told you! I can't do it!"

You touch her back, startling her, she lets out a small yelp and turns to you. Her eyes go wide when she sees the arrow sticking out of your shoulder. "Oh, Jesus Y/n," her bow drops and she's bringing her hands up to try and get it to stop bleeding. "Oh quit being a pussy and pull it out," you rolled your eyes, grabbing her wrist and bringing it to the arrow in your shoulder. "I'm so sorry I hit you-" she pulls it out and you let out a long groan, already feeling better with the object dislodged. "Don't be sorry, you hit me, let's do it again." Allisons eyes widen, if that's even possible, and shakes her head, "No, absolutely not." You laugh, "Lighten up buttercup, I'm invincible remember? And this time I'm not going easy." She scoffs at you, "Easy? Oh I see how it is, run little wolf, run." With that, you take off running, Allison laughing at your excitement.

Kira is frozen, she feels like she died, you were her best friend. Over anyone else, you'd been the first to accept her, the first to fight for her, the first one she'd confided in.

"Kira, what the hell are you saying?" You're sitting with your arms crossed at a picnic table, nose in your homework. "I-I know that we were friends first, so I was going to tell you first, before I said any-" You slam your hand one the table, "Kira, baby, spit it out, fuck." This is the you realize that Kira's scent holds fear and anxiety. "Kira, what's wrong?" You're more serious now, waiting for the bomb to drop that there's another fight to be had. "I like Scott, like like him, Jesus please don't be mad." You burst into full laughter, tears streaming from your eyes.

When you calm down Kira is staring at you, piddling with the strings on her sleeves. "Oh, my god," you laugh again, trying to calm yourself. "You're not mad?" You laugh harder, smacking the table a few times, "Jesus Christ no, I can't believe-" you stand up still laughing, hugging her. "I don't give a shit," rubbing her back, "you had nothing to worry about, as long as you don't get mad if I fuck your dad." Kira jerks back, shock on her face, "Y/n!" You laugh harder, "I'm fucking kidding, jeez," you sit back down, "fucking sit down and gush to me about my brother."

She shakes herself out of it when she feels her mother enclose her in a hug. Tears finally falling.

Lydia's scream has finally ended, and she's inconsolable. Memories flooding through her head as she lays her head on an unconscious Stiles.

"Lydia god dammit," you truck to the pool, "did you find another one?" You stop at the strong scent of blood, rushing to Lydia, Stiles right behind you. "Are you hurt?" Lydia shakes her head, staring at you, "I already called 911." Stiles looks hurt, arguing with Lydia over why she should call him before the police, but you push him to the side. "Heya honey," you wrap your arms around her waist, "it's okay, don't listen to Stiles grumpy ass, let's me and you go sit." You're not sure why you aren't phased by the body next to you, but you let Stiles do whatever he needs to do for Scott while you try and get Lydia's head back down to Earth.

"Hey Lyds, dontcha think you're a little overdressed to come to the pool?" She lets out a small chuckle and you relax a little, "This can't be my new normal, Y/n. Finding dead bodies? I can't take this." You hold her hand, sighing, "None of us asked for this Lydia, I'm so sorry. If you want I can stay with you for a few days, follow you if you zonk out again?" Lydia just nods, and she feels for the first time that you're as much her best friend as Allison.

Lydia can't stop crying, Scott is trying to get ahold of himself, Kira is crying with her mother, Isaac is breathless and in pain, and Allison is held by her father.

"She did it for me dad," Allison sobs, her father already made sure she wasn't hurt, "she did it for me and I don't know why." Chris shushes her, running his fingers through her hair, grateful for your sacrifice so his beautiful girl could live. "She did it because she loved you," Allison sobs harder, "I know sweet girl, but listen, we have to deal with this. You can cry, scream, break things later, but now? Now we get our stories straight." Allison nods, and her dad is off to Scott to prep him.

When Stiles finds out, it's like every cell in his body failed him. Scott caught him and pulled him into a hug, tears streaming down his face. "I know. I know brother." Stiles can't breathe, it's been a long time since he's had a panic attack, but here he is, without you, panicking.

"Stiles," you sigh, throwing a ball against his ceiling and back into your hand, sprawled out on his bed, "you've gotta stop." Stiles shakes his head, "No, no there is something here!" He tosses the books to the floor, you get off the bed, wrapping your arms around him from behind, "You'll find it but you're not going to without sleep. Come on." You tug him back to his bed, "Let's nap, and then we'll come back to all," you gesture to his board covered in multicolored string, "this." Stiles sighs heavily, letting you pull him to the bed. It's not the first time, and certainly wouldn't be the last, that you've convinced him to sleep. He crawls in next to you and you throw your arm open, allowing him to lay his head over your heart. He falls asleep to the lull of the thump thump thump.

Stiles shakes himself out of the memory, remembering that he'll never hear that beautiful sound again and vows to hold onto it. He lets out a pained, choked sob, "Scott-" Scotts arms are around him still, Scott can smell the guilt coming off of the small man, "Don't - It was not your fault Stiles. It wasn't anyone's fault." Scott lets Stiles cry, mourn his best friend, the woman he's come to love like his own sister. "Have you told Derek?" Scott sighs, Stiles already knows the answer.

When they get to Derek's place, Derek opens the door, already smelling them and their horribly displaced emotions. "What is it?" Scott lets himself in, Stiles following close behind him and he's checking for his little flame, and when you're nowhere to be found, his heart sinks. "Where's Y/n?" Derek can smell the grief coming off of Scott in waves, not missing the anger that hides beneath it. "Fuck, my little flame," his voice sounds broken, barely audible to the human boy who stares sorrowful at him.

"Derek Hale!" You kick the door open to home, "Derek Hale! Get your ass out here!" Derek almost materializes behind you, but you're just as quick as he is. "Derek Hale! I oughtta kill you, you son of a bitch!" You march to him, taking him off guard by your fist that collides into his face. He's knocked back a couple feet, staring at you with glowing eyes. Your eyes match his, "I am not afraid of your eyes, wolf boy! You turned three people!" Derek shrugs, "So what if I did?" You go for a second punch, this time caught by Derek, he can't smell a single ounce of fear, only fury.

"They knew what they were getting into," Derek lets go of your hand. "Oh, fuck you, Derek," you shove him back, "you can spin that stupid story to whoever you want, but you and I know better." Derek shrugs, "So what? They're better now, stronger, and they like it." You let out a deep growl, "Did you tell them about the death?" You step forward towards him, "Did you tell them how they'd be pulled into every murder in this town?" You shove him back again, following his step backwards, "Did you tell them of the pain? Did you? Of course not." Your hand grasps his chin, squeezing painfully with your claws out, making him look at you, "Hear me Derek Hale and hear me good. If anything," you squeezed him harder, bringing a hiss from him, "and I mean anything, happens to them, I will hurt you." You back away and head out of his house, stopping at his door, "And trust me, I'm a fire you can't put out." He laughs, watching you walk away, but mumbling just where you can barely hear, "I have a feeling I don't want to be burned by your flame."

A growl explodes from his lips, pain filling his entire being. You've been the glue that holds them all together, bringing them back from the brink again and again. How could they survive without you?

Months after your death, they've settled back into the groove of things, nothing ever feels the same without you though.

They talk about you all the time, Stiles has a tendency to try and calm people down like you did. Trying to help keep everyone grounded. He's nowhere near as good at it like you were, but he's trying. Allison keeps your memory around by never changing her lock screen, a picture of everyone in the pack resting on the screen she checks every five minutes. Isaac has found a new anchor, with Scott's help, using himself to be able to control the rage that flurries inside of him after your death. Lydia lives for adopting your fire, absolutely never keeping her mouth shut much to everyone's dismay, but it's a way to keep your image around. Kira has become closer to Allison and Lydia, but she knows they'll never replace you. They don't laugh at her like you did when she talks about Scott, and it's a painful memory. Derek's become much more involved with Scott's pack, dedicated to doing what he can for not fighting by your side the right you died, a debt he'll never repay. Scott finds his peace in his pack, but the hole in his heart for his sister will never fade, like the newly placed fire tattoo on his forearm will never fade.

They are all eternally grateful.

They all know it'll never be the same.

They all hate your sacrifice.

[wormstacheangel]

When Dean finally rescued Cas from the empty, he expected a happy reunion. He envisioned a strong hug like the first time he had escaped. He expected a long-awaited kiss and repeated confessions that weren’t said with sorrow or heartache. He expected to find the same Cas that was taken, but that would have been too easy.

Cas was left awake, alone, and in complete darkness for months on end.

So when Dean went into the empty, ready to wake up the love of his life, he found Cas curled in on himself—staring blankly out into the void of nothingness. He whispered something so softly and quickly that Dean couldn’t pick up on the actual words, but it sounded familiar. Almost like he was humming a song.

Dean tried to get him to stand up on his own, but he quickly realized that Cas wasn’t even looking at him. His gaze was distant, seeing something Dean can’t even imagine. He then noticed the white film over his eyes dimmed the once bright blue.

His fingertips gently traced over the skin he had only dreamt of touching for months before he took a deep, shaky breath to steady himself. With that slight pause, Dean used whatever desperate strength he had and dragged Cas back to the portal.

Back home.

As they got closer, the light of the portal seemed to startle Cas, and he started to shove Dean away. Dean had to put Cas down so he could take his green jacket off and place it over Cas’s head to calm him before he slowly continued to walk through the portal and into the bunker’s library where Jack, Rowena, Eileen, and Sam were waiting for them.

When they walked through, Dean quickly shushed them as he fell to his knees with Cas still in his arms, hidden under the jacket, and covering his ears at the sudden loud voices surrounding them.

Dean looked around at his family, all sharing the same worried glances knowing they were on the same page. Cas’s welcome home party would be pushed back until further notice.

Cas didn’t cry. His expression didn’t change much at all. All Cas did was sit or lay on Dean’s bed with the lights off. All but the desk light. It was an old lightbulb, so the light wasn’t a bright white like the rest of the place. Instead, it illuminated a soft golden glow against the wall.

Cas squinted at it at first, blinking so inhumanly at it, until all Cas did was stare at it. Whenever Dean made any move to turn it off or even just get near the lamp, Cas made a little whine at the back of his throat.

Little noises were the most Dean can get out of Cas. At least it brought him a little relief. It meant Cas could see him at that moment.

Cas still did that rapid talking or singing whenever it was a little bit too quiet. It made Dean wonder if Cas knew he was out of the Empty. Especially during those times when he would stare right past him, unblinking with cold eyes.

It was only the end of the second week when Dean broke down.

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He didn’t mean to. He was trying so damn hard to keep it together, especially in front of Cas, but one night he just lost it. He can blame the lack of booze in his system, or as he wants, he can blame Sam, who came up to him about a stupid case. It pissed him off more than it should have. The fact that Sam even believed for a second that he would leave the bunker while Cas was like-well the way he was, just gave him enough of an excuse to raise his voice at someone.

Eileen had to step in and tell him to cool off.

Dean stormed off without a glance back and went to his room. He changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed beside Cas. He laid on his stomach as he wrapped one arm over the top of Cas’s waist, scooting close enough so that he could rest his head on Cas’s shoulder. He then opened his mouth to wish him goodnight just like every night, but something in Dean just broke.

He felt the pressure rise up his throat as he tried to hide his face into the familiar body beside him, but the sob still came.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry it took me so long to go get you. Fuck, Cas, please.” Dean took a shaky breath, sniffling as he reached to hold Cas’s hand closer to him. “We missed- I...I missed you. I missed you so much, Cas.” Dean brought Cas’s hand up to his lips and kissed the knuckles before letting the hand rest by his head. His eyes closed as he sighs, “I love you. So come back to me, okay?"

The only response Dean got was a squeeze of the hand, which was enough hope for the future, and more than Dean could have ever asked for at that moment.

As the days went on, Cas didn’t change. Literally and figuratively. He was still an angel, so there was no need for him to shower or brush his teeth, but Dean swore that Cas’s facial hair was growing, so he liked shaving him at least once a week. Cas seemed to like it by the humming noise he made.

They did learn a couple of things as the days went on.

One, peace and quiet are not what they strive for.

It only brought Cas anxiety, and his humming or singing became much louder and more desperate. They fixed that problem with a Bluetooth speaker constantly playing music in the background, a playlist Jack made mixed in with a playlist Jack helped Dean make. It made the humming stop, and Cas started to roll over in bed. He even sat back against the headboard with his eyes closed a few times.

A month after Cas got back, Dean's phone died in the middle of the night, and the silence must have gotten to him. He covered his ears while he started muttering to himself again. Dean woke up and pulled Cas to his chest while softly sing to him in his still half-asleep phase. He didn’t know why that was his first instinct, but he went along with it cause it started to calm Cas down. Then, Cas held him back for the first time—tucking his head right under Dean's jaw and relaxing.

Dean tried not to stiffen at the touch; if he were honest with himself, he would admit he was trying not to cry because he was busy singing. Busy, not wanting to disrupt this moment.

That night Dean sang all night long until Jack checked on them in the early hours and connected his phone.

Two, always have a light source on.

The lamp was the first one they had. Cas constantly wanted it on, but it bothered Dean all the time when he wanted to sleep. So they bought a cool starlight projector, Sam’s idea, that kept the light on the cement ceiling and not on Dean’s face. Cas seemed to enjoy it as he laid on his back, watching it all night, letting Dean curl up on his side as he slept through the night.

Three, never leave Cas alone.

Nobody wanted to leave Cas alone for more than a minute if they could help it. So they made plans to keep him company at all hours of the day. Of course, they weren’t crowding him. They all came in one by one, except for Dean, who would say, “This is my room. I get to come and go as I damn well please.”

Sam liked to sit by Cas's side and talk nerd like they usually would while cleaning his guns or doing research to help another hunter. He would even pause during the one-way conversation to give Cas some time to answer or try to imagine what Cas would say in that situation. Sam was always calm, wanting to keep it as normal as possible while Cas just stared at him, sometimes his eyebrows knitted together, and Dean had to excuse himself as he felt his chest tighten up.

Eileen sat by his side and watched shows she liked while she talked to Cas out loud and signed so he could hear her voice. Even then, she didn’t talk much. Instead, she let the laptop do the talking as she pets Cas’s hair while sitting on the chair by the bed.

Jack came in the most next to Dean. He liked reading to him or talking about how his skills as the new God have improved thanks to Amara.

"Dad, I hope you'll be proud of me." Jack once whispered to Cas, who was having a bad day, checking out more than usual as he stared off into the distance. Eyes wide and almost screaming.

It was almost the end of the second month when another big mile-stone happened.

Jack was lying in bed with Cas while Dean was at his desk, cleaning his guns obsessively again. Jack was reading him a book he bought during his recent trip to the bookstore with Eileen, it was a Star Wars story.

Jack was getting into the book as he read slower but louder during a big fight scene. He got so excited that he even jumped up and looked back at Cas, "Did you hear that, Dad? He won!"

Cas smiled back at him- a genuine smile- and Dean almost dropped the piece of metal in his hand while Jack froze, his shoulders tightening up while he scrunched up his lips as if trying to hold back his cry.

Instead, he quietly composed himself as he asked in a shaky voice, "You want me to read the rest?"

Cas only blinked at him, keeping the slight smile, and Jack took it as a yes. Jack sat beside him again with a big smile plastered on his face, wiping his eyes every other word, as he rested his head on Cas's shoulder to continue reading. Dean didn’t miss when Cas tilted his head down to rest his cheek on Jack’s hair.

He had to excuse himself again.

After that day, Cas slowly started to open up a little more.

Once Dean woke up with Cas out of bed. Dean was already in full panic mode, his shoes on the wrong feet and jacket inside out as he called out for Sam.

Then just as quick as the panic came, relief flooded him when he found Cas in the kitchen trying to make coffee. He turned towards Dean and gave him the smallest of smiles, but it filled Dean with such solace that he just dragged himself to Cas’s space. Dean held his arms open to press Cas into him, and without a second thought, Cas fell right into him as if it was an everyday normal occurrence.

That was the start of Cas now being up and around the bunker. It was like when a baby starts crawling, everyone keeping tabs on the baby’s first steps, except this baby was an eon old celestial being.

The library, Dean’s room, the Dean-cave, and the kitchen were Cas’s favorite places just to sit. He always had Dean’s headphones on, softly playing music, just in case it went quiet, and it took a while for him to be able to walk around without those.

It was the sixth month when Cas wished Dean a goodnight first and then added, “I love you, Dean.”

Dean fought the lump in his throat, but Cas instantly pulled him in, his arms wrapped securely around him. He had so much he wanted to say to Cas just to hear his voice again, anything to listen to his voice again, but instead, he kisses Cas’s chest before saying, “I love you, too.”

Days came and went. Sometimes it seemed like Cas was getting better as he talked a little more, but then those days would come when he would just stare off into the stars on their ceiling. Not moving an inch or bothering to fake breath like he liked. Those days the music was a little louder, and Cas held on to Dean a little tighter.

“I don’t want to go back. Please,” Cas pleaded as he stared wide-eyed at the darkness in the corner of their room. As if he was having a nightmare with his eyes wide open. “Please don’t make me…I-I don’t want to be in the dark again!”

Dean took Cas’s face in between his hands to hold his gaze. Only talking when he knew Cas was seeing him. “It’s okay, Cas. I got you. Nobody’s taking you away from me ever again.”

“Promise?” Dean felt Cas’s grip at his shoulder, holding him with desperation.

“Promise.”

That’s how Cas became human.

The nightmares have him waking up screaming some days, but at least Cas knew he was safe from the Empty’s clutches.

He was going to live his human life being loved and taken care of, and Dean was happy to say he felt Cas was doing the same for him.

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Prompts from 80s movies and movie franchises or movies / shows set in the 80s. Feel free to reblog and use or use these to make your own prompt list! :D

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All we are is dust in the wind, dude.

We're in danger of flunking most heinously tomorrow, (Character).

You totally killed us, you evil metal dickweeds!

I work out all the time, and reaping burns a lot of calories.

Yes, Sir, Dude!...Yes, Sir, Sir, Dude!

I dunno. Philosophise with him!

Iron Maiden? Excellent!

69, Dude!

I totally possessed my Dad!

Remember when (Character) was a senior and we were freshmen?

This is not like I expected at all! We got totally lied to by our album covers.

I do not believe we will get Eddie Van Halen before we have a triumphant video.

The best time to be is now, and all’s ee can say is...let’s rock!

Be excellent to each other.

Strange things are afoot at the Circle K.

I believe our adventure through time has taken a most serious turn.

How's it going royal ugly dudes?

This should be most triumphant.

It's a history report, not a babe report.

Well, how can we have decent instruments when we don't really even know how to play?

Whoa. He didn't even card us, dude.

It seems to me the only thing you've learned is that Caesar is a salad dressing dude.

Gentlemen, we're history.

Party on, dudes!

Your step mom is cute though.

Remember when I asked her to the prom?

If you guys are really us, what number are we thinking of?

You killed (Character) you medieval dickweed!

Maybe it’s time we get Eddie Van Halen.

Maybe we should start learning how to play.

I can’t believe we just melvined Death!

You have had many counter-intuitive ideas over the years, but this is by far the counter-intuitivest of them all, dude!

Sometimes things don’t make sense until the end of the story.

You don’t just get to rock. You got to earn the right to rock.

Grandpa, is it true that Santa Carla's the murder capital of the world?

There are some bad elements around here.

Wait a second, let me get this straight. You're telling me we've moved to the murder capital of the world?

Don't ever invite a vampire into your house, you silly boy. It renders you powerless.

I bet you hate garlic, dontcha!

No, I like garlic! It's just a little much! It's raw garlic.

What, you don't like rice? Tell me (Character), how could a billion...people be wrong?

How are those maggots?

Maggots, (Character). You're eating maggots. How do they taste?

I think I should warn you all, when a vampire bites it, it's never a pretty sight. No two bloodsuckers go the same way. Some yell and scream, some go quietly, some explode, some implode, but all will try to take you with them.

Look at your reflection in the mirror. You're a creature of the night Michael, just like out of a comic book! You're a vampire (Character).

 Second shelf is mine. That's where I keep my rootbeers and my double-thick Oreo cookies. Nobody touches the second shelf but me.

 You think we just work at a comic book store for our folks, huh? This is just a cover; we're dedicated to a higher purpose. We're fighters for truth, justice, and the American way.

We're on the right trail. Flies and the undead go together like bullets and guns. Come on.

One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach, all the damn vampires.

Now you know what we are, now you know what you are. You'll never grow old, (Character), and you'll never die. But you must feed!

Do you smell that? It smells like death and fungus. It's Vampire B.O.

I'm (Character), surfboard shaper and vampire hunter.

 A lot of valuable information can be gained by reading comic books.

I tried to eat that guy...do you realize that? Do you know what it's like for me to want to drink blood? Do you know how disgusting that is? I'm a vegetarian!

Did you know that lycanthrope or female werewolves, she-wolves, actually can change anytime they want to? They don't have to do it under a full moon. That's a myth…

We are awesome monster bashers.

Death by stereo!

Think of it more as a survival manual. There's our number on the back and pray you never need to call us.

Look at your reflection in the mirror. You’re a creature of the night, (Character), just like out of a comic book! You’re a vampire, (Character).

What's the good of being a ghost if you can't frighten people away?

I know just as much about the supernatural as I do about interior design.

I myself am strange and unusual’

Are you Night of the Living Dead under there? Like all bloody veins and pus?

I will live with you in this hellhole, but I must express myself.

A little gasoline… blowtorch… no problem.

These aren't my rules. Come to think of it. I don't have any rules.

I’ve seen 'The Exorcist' about 167 times and it keeps getting funnier every single time I see it!

Well, I've read through that handbook for the recently deceased. It says, 'live people ignore the strange and unusual. I, myself, am strange and unusual.

I’m the ghost with the most babe.

There's a word for people in our situation: ghosts.

You remind me of the babe.

I move the stars for no one.

You have no power over me.

It's further than you think. Time is short.

Your eyes can be so cruel.

It's only forever, not long at all.

If I thought that for one second that you would betray me, I would be forced to suspend you, head first, in the Bog of Eternal Stench.

It's only forever, not long at all.

I ask for so little. Just fear me. Love me. Do as I say, and I shall be your slave.

 Live without your sunlight, love without your heartbeat.

 It's a crystal...nothing more. But if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams. But this is not a gift for an ordinary girl who takes care of a screaming baby.

Daddy, daddy, get me out of here. I, I'm underground.

 So, the Labyrinth is a piece of cake, is it? Well, let's see how you deal with this little slice.

I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down.

Oh, come, come, come, Hogbrain! I'm surprised at you, losing your head over a girl.

Give me the child.

I need you, (Character). I don't know why, but every now and again, for no reason at all, I need you, all of you.

Through dangers untold. And hardships unnumbered. I have fought my way here to the castle; beyond the goblin city, to take back the child that you have stolen. My will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great...

Say your right words, 'the goblins' said, and we'll take the baby to the castle, and you will be free!

How can I trust you now that you know you were taking me back to the beginning of the labyrinth?

 You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is?

You remind me of the babe. The babe with the power. The power of voodoo.

 I have sworn with my life's blood, none shall pass this way without my permission!

Well... May we have your permission?

You have to understand my position. I'm a coward. And (Character) scares me.

 And (Character), if she ever kisses you, I'll turn you into a prince.

Put that magic jump on me. Slap that baby, make him free.

If I found One-Eyed Willy’s rich stuff, I'd pay all my dad’s bills, so maybe, he could get to sleep at night.

I never felt so bad in my entire life

Is this supposed to be water?

I'm gonna hit you so hard that when you wake up your clothes will be out of style!

This is ridiculous. It’s crazy. I feel like I’m babysitting, except I’m not getting paid.

 I can’t tell if it’s an A sharp or if it’s a B flat!

More amazing than the time you saved those old people from that nursing home fire, right?

In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog.

Goonies never say die!

(Character), God put that rock there for a reason... and I don't think you should move it.

There's... there's... there's... bullet holes... in the c-c-car!

What are you doing? Those tires cost $500. They're his most favorite thing in the world.

Is your mommy here?

Yeah, and I bet it was even more amazing than the time you ate your weight in Godfather’s pizza, right?

Oh, come on. Come on. Where are you? You are in the clouds and we are in a basement!

But the worst thing I ever done - I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa - and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.

That's what I said, booby traps!

Hello, sheriff. I'm at the Lighthouse Lounge, and I want to report, well, a murder.

 Cruisin the coast, down in some brews, but nooo... somebody's older brother had to go and screw it up... by flunking his driver's test.

You guys wanna go see a dead body?

This is my age. I'm in the prime of my youth and I'll only be young once.

I'm never gonna get out of this town. Am I, (Character)?

Oh, great! You brought the comb! What did you bring a comb for? You don't even have any hair!

Maybe you could come into the college courses with me.

I see me, and I don't like what I see, I really don't.

You do everything everyone tells you to, and that is the problem.

Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?

Don't mess with the bull, young man. You'll get the horns.

Two hits. Me hitting You. You hitting the floor.

Could you describe the ruckus, Sir?

I don't have to run away and live in the street. I can run away and go to the ocean, I can go to the country, I can go to the mountains.

I hate it. I hate having to go along with everything my friends say.

You wanna know what I did to get in here? Nothing… I didn’t have anything better To do.

I could disappear forever and it wouldn’t make any difference.

My god, are we gonna be like our parents?

We’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it; that’s all.

When you grow up, your heart dies.

You think he's funny? You think this is cute?... You go visit (Character) in five years. You'll see how goddamned funny he is.

What's wrong with you? Why don't you like yourself?

Do you know how popular I am? I am so popular. Everybody loves me so much at this school.

So you just stick to the things you know. Shopping, nail polish, your father's BMW and your poor, rich, drunk mother in the Caribbean!

Honey if you call and I'm not home I'll be at the gym or the gun club.

You yell at my kid like that again, I'm knockin' you out!

Are you crazy? You fed a baby chili!

Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads.

The future. Unbelievable. I gotta check this out, Doc.

Tell me about my future. I know I make it big, but do I become like a rich rock star or something?

Please, (Character), nobody should know too much about their own destiny.

Nobody! Calls me... chicken.

I'll get home, when I get home.

I went to a rejuvenation clinic and got a whole natural overhaul. They took out some wrinkles, did hair repair, changed the blood, added a good 30 to 40 years to my life. They also replaced my spleen and colon. What do you think?

Ahhh, I wouldn't know. I don't know what liquor smells like, because I'm too young to drink it.

(Character), he's in a '46 Ford, we're in a DeLorean. He'd rip through us like we were tin foil.

Oh, man, are you a sight for sore eyes; let me look at you.

(Character), you're acting like you haven't seen me in a week.

The time-traveling is just too dangerous. Better that I devote myself to study the other great mystery of the universe: women!

2015? You mean we're in the future?

Future? (Character), what do you mean? How can we be in the future?

Uh, (Character), um, I don't know how to tell you this, but I... you're in a time machine.

Listen son. You're going to be able to do a lot of things the other guys aren't.

It doesn't matter how you play the game, it's whether you win or lose. And even that doesn't make all that much difference.

What is it, gambling? Drugs? You know I'd really like to help you but I'm kind of tapped out this month. The IRS is coming down on me like it's some personal vendetta against Bobby Finstock.

There are three rules that I live by: never get less than twelve hours sleep; never play cards with a guy who has the same first name as a city; and never get involved with a woman with a tattoo of a dagger on her body. Now you stick to that, and everything else is cream cheese.

Listen, (Character). Do you know anything about a rash that's going around?

No... but I heard Mr. Murphy, you know, the shopteacher? Got his dick caught in a vacuum cleaner.

I told you, I blew a fuse when I totaled that electrical tower. I was checking out some daisies.

I swear to God if I was driving this thing we'd be home by now!

If I stay, those scientists will experiment on me like a guinea pig for the rest of my life.

Geez, I have no idea where we are. We got to get directions.

Ooh, a threat. Look, I'm really shaking!

How do you like that? The guy gets laid more times dead than I do alive.

We could call the cops, (Character), but you know where we'd be spending our weekend. In some... goddamned hot police station answering questions we don't know the answers to.

What kind of a host invites you to his house for the weekend and dies on you?

Look honey, (Character)’s dead, they guys that killed 'em are now after us, can we hide out at your place or what?

We didn't do this to him! Look at us! Do we look like the kind of people who could kill someone?

Yeah. I know that. You know that. Nobody else knows that.

Why are you shooting us? We're just friends of (Character)’s.

I'm not going to listen to this, I'm not going to hear this now.

I want to kill everyone. Satan is good. Satan is our pal.

I've never seen that. I've never seen anybody drive their garbage down to the street and bang the hell out of it with a stick. I-I've never seen that.

(Character), there's no doubt anymore. This is real. Your neighbors are murdering people. They're chopping them up. They're burying them in their backyard. Ray... This is Walter.

He can't come out until he resembles the man that I married.

Nobody knocks off an old man in my neighborhood and gets away with it.

Oh-ho. Got somebody tied up in the ol' cellar, have yah, Rube?

I'm gonna go do something productive. I'm gonna go watch television.

A thermostat on a home furnace; is that supposed to go to 5,000 degrees, you think?

I hate cul-de-sacs. There's only one way out, and the people are kind of weird.

Now they know that we know that they know that we know.

Safety is my middle name.

So they keep to themselves, can you blame them? They live next door to people who break in their house, AND BURN IT DOWN while they're gone for the day!

Just shut up and paint your goddam house!

I've been blown up, take me to the hospital.

You wanna take that out of your pocket? You wanna not steal that from Walter's house, please?

I'm only trying to take a nap! I'm only laying here with my eyes closed trying to keep some goddamn sleep!

I can see the news report now - they were a quiet family, kept pretty much to themselves. No one would have ever suspected them of foul play.

I'm telling you these people are Satanists. As I sit here, they are satanists. Look, look, the world is full of these kind of things - black masses, mutilations. Mutilations! The incubus, the succubus - I'm tellin' you, (Character) was a human sacrifice.

I don't know if you've noticed, but there's bars on the basement windows here.

Are you implying that you've been carrying that around in your shorts all day?

Well you heard them say they're leaving tomorrow morning? As soon as they're gone, I'm going over that fence, and I'm not coming back until I find a dead body.

You were up at the crack of dawn watching a dog poop.

Apparently their last house, it only... burned to the ground.

Last week when I was up on the roof with my telescope I saw them in their backyard.

Of course I know it's wrong to kill, but who told you?

I hope you took the grass out of the glove compartment.

I am thinking she is a virgin. Or at least she used to be.

I don't know about you, but I am planning to scream and run.

What's going on? Is he laughing?

(Character), we're going to have to ask you to surrender the robot.

Can you believe it's been five years since I've driven?

Back off, man. I'm a scientist.

He slimed me.

That's a big Twinkie.

I collect spores, molds and fungus.

Human sacrifice. Dogs and cats living together. Mass hysteria.

Why worry? Each one of us is carrying an unlicensed nuclear accelerator on his back.

Listen! You smell something?

I'm fuzzy on the whole good/bad thing. What do you mean, bad?

Silence, earthling! My name is Darth Vader. I am an extraterrestrial from the planet vulcan!

Why don’t you make like a tree and get outta here?

I guess you guys aren’t ready for that yet. But your kids are gonna love it.

It’s your kids, (Character)! Something’s gotta be gone about your kids!

Wait a minute, (Character). Are you telling me you built a time machine? Out of a DeLorean?

Hear this now: I will always come for you.

This is true love. You think this happens every day?

We’ll never survive.

Nonsense. You’re only saying that because no one ever has.

We’ll never succeed. We may as well die here.

No, no. We have already succeeded. I mean, what are the three terrors of the Fire Swamp? One, the flame spurt — no problem. There’s a popping sound preceding each; we can avoid that. Two, the lightning sand, which you were clever enough to discover what that looks like, so in the future, we can avoid that too. 

Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.

I told you I would always come for you. Why didn’t you wait for me?

Well… you were dead. 

Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.

It’s not that bad. Well, I’m not saying I’d like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.

I do not mean to pry, but you don’t by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?

Do you always begin conversations this way?

Have you ever considered piracy? You’d make a wonderful Dread Pirate (Character).

If you’re in such a hurry, you could lower a rope or a tree branch or find something useful to do. Inigo: I could do that. I have some rope up here, but I do not think you would accept my help, since I am only waiting around to kill you.

That does put a damper on our relationship.

 You’ve done nothing but study swordplay?

Don’t worry, I won’t let it go to my head.

Let me explain… no, there is too much. Let me sum up.

 He didn’t fall? INCONCEIVABLE!

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

 I can’t compete with you physically, and you’re no match for my brains.

You’re trying to kidnap what I’ve rightfully stolen.

It was 10 days to the wedding. The King still lived, but Buttercup’s nightmares were growing steadily worse.

See, didn’t I tell you she’d never marry that rotten Humperdinck?

Yes, you’re very smart. Shut up.

Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind. The end.

Nothing gave (Character) as much pleasure as ordering (Character) around.

As you wish.

You can’t hurt me. (Character) and I are joined by the bonds of love. And you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords. And when I say you are a coward, it is only because you are one of the slimiest weaklings ever to walk the earth!

You rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles.

We are men of action. Lies do not become us.

Grandpa, maybe you could come over and read it again to me tomorrow.

There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in the world. It would be a pity to damage yours.

 I suppose you think you’re brave, don’t you?

You’ve been mostly dead all day.

It’s not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don’t even exercise.

You can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces!

It comes to this. I love (Character). I always have. I know now, I always will.

Because you’ve always been so kind to me, and I won’t be seeing you again, since I’m killing myself once we reach the honeymoon suite.

Thank you so much for bringing up such a painful subject. While you’re at it, why don’t you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it.

Have fun storming the castle!

It's this stupid hat. I am telling you, it's totally blowing my best feature.

How many children are you friends with?

Yeah, the real world sucks, deal with it like the rest of us.

Touch my butt, I don't care!

Hope you guys are in shape. Lookin' at you, roast beef.

Okay, it's official. I'm never having kids.

So like, I wasn't totally focused in there or anything, but I'm pretty sure that mom was trying to bang her son.

No, but he went back in time.

He has to go back to the future because he's in the past, so the future is actually the present, which is his time.

This plan is way better. If I knew (Character) could knock out a Russian that would've been our plan in the first place.

Dude, you won a fight.

He's a child murderer!

Why are all these magnets losing their magnetism?

It is important to me that you feel safe. That you and your family feel safe. I want you to feel like this can still be your home.

(Character) has dumped me five times.

It’s finger-lickin’ good.

Nobody normal ever accomplished anything meaningful in this world.

If we’re both going crazy, then we’ll go crazy together, right?

You’re pretty cute, you know that?

Hey kiddo, would you like a balloon?

You act like you want me to be your friend and then you treat me like garbage.

Our children don’t live here anymore. You didn’t know that?

How do you know it’s not just a lizard?

We are talking about the destruction of our world as we know it.

I may be a pretty shity boyfriend, but turns out I’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter.

Don’t try to be heroes. There is no shame in running.

Chances of success are 20-1.

That’s a rad shirt, man, Ocean Pacific?

We’re a team. Friends.

You’ve broken everything.

I mean, I feel like I’m losing my mind doing a drug deal with (Character), the queen of Hawkins High.

Are we gonna do this or are we gonna keep chitchatting like its your mommy’s book club?

In other good news, flattery works with me.

Your suffering is almost at an end.

Ever since you left, everything’s been a total disaster. For a while, we tried to be happy, normal. I know that’s impossible.

I don’t have my powers.

You were wearing a Weird Al shirt, which I thought was brave.

You received a doll in the mail- and it’s creepy.

If I play do I get one of those cool t-shirts.

You’re being sarcastic? She’s being sarcastic.

I was convinced I was put here for some other reason.

Maybe I can still help, even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

We will have the best spring break ever.

Hunt the freak, right?

Always the babysitter. Always the God damn babysitter!

I think we’re mad fools, the lot of. But if we don’t stop him, who will?

It is not me. It is you. You are the monster.

Actually, I think it’s a felony.

It would be like slaying sleeping Dracula in his coffin.

We’re the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game.

This year is my year. I can feel it.

Um, you know, just on a daily basis.

I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor. But the Shire- is burning. So Mordor it is.

[frosted-night]

Jack Frost Designs Review

Yes it’s finally his time. This is going to include his book designs including previous incarnations in said books. There are more movie concept designs than book so, let’s dig in shall we?

This was in fact the first ever Jack Joyce designed while he came up with The Guardians Of Childhood. He even comes with his own backstory! (Which was cut. Sorry Joyce posts walls of text so it’s a girthy read.)

So instead of a young mischievous trickster, we got a much more depressing story of Jack. (Jack by default is sad obviously) but this one... It kind of hits differently and almost reminds me of the story he crafted for Pitch. A dad who tried to defend his family but through tragic events was ripped from them and changed completely. Design wise, he’s a lot more tree than snow. There doesn’t exist a colored version of this so we’ll never know if he sported winter and dull dead leaf colors rather than grassy greens.This Jack has a weird presence to him, I can’t put my finger on it. Rating: 6/10 He’s really neat! Just a little too Autumn feeling rather than a blend of both Autumn and Winter.

Nightlight feels like the baby evolution if Jack was a pokemon and that's what I’m gonna stick with. Below is a more recent version of him colored.

In all honesty that one is easier on the eyes proportion wise because sometimes Joyce has ‘interesting’ anatomy choices but we aint going into that today. It’s interesting how his hair somehow looks shorter and longer than Jack’s at the same time. Could be because the longer strands float seamlessly but star boy hair physics what can ya do. It’s a little hard to tell what is his skin and what is his armor, so that is a casuality in making a character only have one or two colors in their color scheme. I love other artist’s depictions of Nightlight but the canon one feels a little weak color wise. Rating: 5/10 Sorry, get some better LEDs and then come back.

Here we have a book Jack but I can’t entirely recall if this was used in the books or not. I digress. This design looks like him still wearing very Nightlight-esque armor/clothing and slowly growing into his new persona as Jack Frost. The intricacies are hard to make out but we’ll work with it. This one is very interesting to me because he very much looks like an older teen close to young adult. His hair looks very fluffy too. Not many complaints about this one but not much praise either.

Rating: 6/10 Not great but doesn’t stand out that much.

Remember when I said Joyce had ‘interesting’ anatomy decisions? Jack looks like he has half a head here and it bothers me GREATLY. This is the adult Jack design he went with. Supposedly he likes the opera and he sure looks it. This! Exists!! Kind of wish it didn’t. The outfit is nice but it just doesn’t fit Jack as a whole. This just screams to me that it’s someone else with a similar-ish hairstyle.

Rating: 3/10 Guess he’d be the...Phantom Of The Opera. (I’ll go home and so should he.)

And finally the final Jack. This is the one that almost exactly resembles the Jack we got in the movies(Probably because it was made after the movie but w/e) but just add a cape on him. I can’t really tell if hes got a hoodie and a cape, or just a cloak+hood on top of a sweatshirt. It isn’t too important because my thoughts on this one are obvious. Rating: 10/10 Edna Mode would have a field day with you boy.

MOVIE DESIGN TIME

Joyce claims this is a design he drafted when Leonardo DiCaprio was considered to voice Jack and I can kind of see that with how his face is drawn here. This Jack looks a lot more like a warrior and less of that trickster look. I can’t say I’m a fan of the weird antenna his hood has but his sword is really cool looking.

Rating: 4/10 Nice bow and sword but it can’t save your fashion choices.

This looks like a lanky 11-13 year old who would put rocks or slugs in my shoes and relish in my disgust. He has the exact look of a snot nose kid and I’m unsure how to feel about it.

His various hairstyles drafted here sort of make him softer looking or just more of a snot nose, no in between. Maybe even an Anime Protagonist.

The top right one almost looks like Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon if you squint. It’ll be a little hard to rate them all as one individual but why not.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate them but they aren’t my cup of tea.

AH- IS THAT A FUCKIN GREMLIN?

Oh wait no it isn’t he looks like a 10 year old. Whatever don’t feed him after midnight. The staff’s design of not being shaped like a G is an interesting tidbit but the whole design looks like he’s really young or like a troll etc. This Jack looks like he thinks girls have cooties uses outdated slang.

Rating: 4/10 This is me being generous.

It honestly looks like he hiked his pants up all the way to his chest. A late teen with horrid fashion choices once again. Not many other thoughts here.

Rating: 2/10 Get a sweater on or something.

This is one is very interesting looking to me. His clothes looked a lot more leather based and very human-like. The tatters, tears and frays all make him look like he was a victim of an accident that never changed his clothes. It makes me wonder if this Jack had the same death as the final movie Jack or something else entirely. Either way, this one looks like hes a mid to late teen which really adds to my intrigue.

This was another image that greatly resembled the design so I included it here. It almost looks like his skin is blue here which is pretty neat to me at least. He’s also got leaf motifs here, which from the first Jack design Joyce made, we can see a pattern here.

Rating: 8 /10 I was originally weirded out by his head but now its not so bad.

This Jack is definitely dressed more like a nature boy rather than him having human influenced fashion and it’s an appealing touch. The tiny leaf sprouting from his staff is also kind of cute since the designers seemed to want to put leafs somewhere on his designs. His hairstyle is also very cute but it reminds me of Sasuke Uchiha in a sense. (Not a setback for me at least)

Rating: 7/10 13 year old Jack is going thru a phase.

I thought this Jack didn’t show up again in story boards but I was wrong!

They look a little different from each other but just similar enough to pair together, so bare with me. The first one obviously has looser pants, slightly longer sleeves and got his leaf motif going. This second Jack is a VERY green. It gives the impression that this Jack made his clothes out of plants and natural materials. Again I’m not wholly sure if greens fit his color scheme but they sure went for it for a while. I can’t say I’m a fan of it because it heavily reminds me of Peter Pan.

However a very similar looking Jack could be found in this storyboard. It doesn’t look as green as the other storyboards made it out to be and looks more like dead grass. Which is a pretty nice touch.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate it but it just doesn’t vibe yknow.

Speaking of a vibe...hoo this certainly has one.  This Jack isn’t old but certainly doesn’t look very young, maybe in the 20-30 range, thats just me. He has facial features that remind me of Pitch but resembles the Jack Frost of Santa Clause 3

That being said, I wondered if him looking similar to Pitch was in the storyline of them being brothers.(Which was a scrapped thing, who knew.) He’s a bit more menacing in this design but certainly seems like he relishes in his work.

Rating: 4/10 I’d make it a lower score but I gotta give it props

NOW THIS JACK IS KINDA INTERESTING. This one looks like he’s 16 and going through a grunge phase. He’s gonna play Nirvana loudly and not turn it down even if you tell him too. His staff itself has mini icicles hanging off of it and leafs look stuck to his shirt. Did you glue or staple those on Jack? His hair also looks much longer than his other designs and I kind of dig it( Shut up I’m bias.) I’m not wholly sure why else this design has stuck with me but it just has something about it that I just love. I wish there was a full body drawing of it.

(He also kinda has the same hair as the Jack Frost in Runescape but I wont go on about that hoo hoo)

Rating: 9/10 *Bad Boy by Cascada plays in the distance*

This one definitely feels like middleschooler trying to be in a band. His sticks just resemble drumsticks to me what can I say. I’m a big fan of his shoes and his color scheme screams a hibernating tree in winter. His hair also looks like it’s covered in frost rather than it being wholly white, which is very neat!! He looks like he wants to fight but has slight hesitance. Overall a very balanced Jack.

Rating: 8/10 He’s ready for band practice

Not many thoughts here, I just found these tiny Jack designs cute. His hoodie being a jacket instead just adds to the charm of this one.

No talk to him he angy.

Rating: 6/10 fun sized boi

Now this Jack resembles the one earlier that dressed entirely in leather brown colors, however he clearly is different than that one. I’m gonna say it, he looks like a zombie or undead in this design and its pretty fucking gnarly. I don’t know whats going on with his hair but I’m gonna assume it’s just the wind making it look like that. He just has the vibe that he was once human but was turned into something else entirely. It isnt in uncanny territory but borders that. This version of Jack meeting Pitch and the others would have been *very* interesting. Rating: 7/10 Eat a twinkie Jack you’ll feel better.

The final design! I can’t complain much about this one. The way his staff subtly has a G shape and a hexagon(his signature shape) is a wonderful touch. Additionally, the way the frost is gathered mostly where his hand is such an intricate detail. His signature hoodie is iconic at this point so I can’t bad mouth that either.(I can’t anyway because there's no complaints from me here.) Although, I never understood the leather straps that his pants had or their functions. I couldn’t find any colonial outfits that resembled Jack’s pants so its a total mystery to me at least.

And I can’t go on about this design until I mention the snowflake pattern in his eyes

Pure beauty. It’s at a hue of blue that almost looks impossible to have, combined with the electric blue color of the snowflake in his eyes. The amount of detail in this movie amazes me to this day. Rating: One Great Blizzard <3/10

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Hooked

Summary: Harry and Y/n meet again. This time spending more time together and getting to know each other. 

warnings/ disclaimers: Swearing, mentions of death, mentions of childbirth. 

Harry was out searching for a book. He had left Loralie with his mother for the day since he had some errands to run and it would be a busy day. He had finished all of his books and he was on the search for another, maybe even some extra ones for his classroom. He had stopped by his favorite coffee shop and ordered his favorite black coffee to start his day of errands, then he went to the market to get everything for dinner tonight- he thought he might as well get it out of the way since he hates grocery shopping.

Now he’s on the way to a bookstore, he didn’t want to order it on Amazon or just go to a big chain store so he did a quick google search and found a small book store a block down the road from the coffee shop he had gone to. He wanted to find the book burning in water, drowning in flame- his sister had recommended it to him and now he was itching to read it.

He made his way to the bookstore, it looked like a homey place just from the outside of the store. It was a rust colored brick with two sconces on either side of the top of the book shop, a rather tall building- possibly a flat at the top. Harry looks at the cacti peeking through the windows, little flower stickers to decorate.

Harry walks into the book shop, opening the door making the golden bell at the top of the door frame sound off. As soon as Harry steps in he notes the warm scent, it smells like the owner had been baking cookies. “Hello!” He hears a cheerful voice sing while he steps toward the poetry aisle in search of the book. “Is there anything I could help you with today?” He hears the voice again making him turn his head. To his surprise it’s Y/n, he’s been thinking about her. “Oh, hi.” He says bashfully, smiling and stepping over to the cashier counter she was behind.

Y/n smiles, continuing to add price tags on the back of her new shipment of books. She had started her little business officially a bit after she had gotten pregnant with Milo. Milo’s dad had left her after she broke the news to him, they were in their early twenty’s (Y/n being twenty one and him being twenty two) so it was understandable that he didn’t want children yet but the way he dealt with the situation was just dramatic and too much on Y/n. So she put everything into her little book shop, she took out a loan and bought this place, starting planning and putting her all into it, it wasn’t easy but it was worth it.

“Hi Harry.” She says, adding a book to the stack. Harry blushes at her tone again, she’s hard to read. “Um… do you happen to have burning in water, drowning in flame?” He asks, whirling around her display of different styles and colors of bookmarks. He is a twenty six year old man, why is acting like one of his students who thinks he’s handsome? Y/n laughs, nodding while she pulls her mug up to her lips- Harry thinks it’s hot chocolate (and he’s right). “It’s in poetry, first aisle, third shelf, second row.” She says, impressing Harry in how she has memorized every single spot of her book store.

Harry gives her a tight nod, walking over to the poetry section and looking for the book. “Is this your place?” Harry asks, making conversation while the rest of the store is dead silent.

“Yeah, me and Milo live in the flat upstairs.” Y/n admits. Harry’s ears perk up, she didn’t say anything about a partner. He walks back to the counter placing his book down, not handing it over to her yet. “When did you open this place?” He questions, looking around the shop. He sees some crystals, some candles- that both look up for sale and also her personal ones. It’s cute.

“After I got pregnant with Milo. Right after Xavier left me.” She says, leaving Harry wondering. “Xavier is…?” Y/n sighs, rolling her eyes a bit. It’s only their second time meeting and she’s already giving him her sob story. “He’s what would be Milo's father.” She says, picking at her bare nails. She doesn’t consider Xavier Milo's father, he’s never been there for him so he’s not a father. Harry’s lips form a tight line, “um, Loralies mum died… so… we’ve all got baggage.” He laughs, trying to cut the tension.

Loralies mum had died, she died during childbirth. She already had a particularly painful and rough pregnancy with Lora and that was just extremely unexpected, Harry just thanks his stars everyday that his little one is safe with him. “That’s awful, Harry. I‘m sorry.” Harry smiles at her, “it’s okay. I’ve got my Lora so I’m okay.” Y/n nods, smiling and grabbing the book from between his fingers. “She’s a sweet girl.” She compliments.

Harry nods, feeling a little cocky over how well he has raised his daughter. “Is this all for you?” She asks, pulling out a small brown bag with the logo and name on it- they are cute. “Yes please.” Harry politely says, making her laugh under her breath. “If this is your first time here? You get a free bookmark with every book you purchase if it is.” She says, nodding over to the bookmarks. Harry nods, looking through the bookmarks and picking a random Fleetwood Mac one- cute, he thinks. Y/n adds the bookmark to the bag, setting it infront of him. “13.22” she says, Harry fishing his wallet out.

“Are you doing a lot today?” He asks, motioning down to all the books stacked around her while he hands her a ten and four singles. She shrugs, “the usual.” Y/n says, handing him back his change. Harry thinks for a second, pausing his response making Y/n a little nervous. “I could help?” Harry offers, setting his coffee on the table. Y/n gives him a questionable look, sharpening one of her eyes at him. “You want to put tags on books and reorganize with me?” She asks, making Harry laugh. He nods, putting a bookmark back in its place “see, I’m already helping.” He says cheekily.

Y/n smiles, shaking her head. “I guess you can help.” She says.

Soon enough they are sat on the brown carpet, mountains of books around them. Y/n has a blanket wrapped around her and Harry has his legs stretched out. Y/n is tagging books while Harry is setting by the book shelf closest to them organizing. “I swear they put something in the water fountain at that school, the kids are always running and screaming around my classroom while I’m trying to talk about how Van Gogh cut off his own ear.” Harry says, making Y/n loudly giggle, thinking about how Milo probably gives him a horrible time on Wednesdays.

“You like working where Loralie is?” She asks, Harry of course nodding. Loralie is his baby, he loves knowing she’s just up the stairs- especially if she were to get sick or hurt he would be right there to take care of her. “Yeah, I wish I could always be with Milo but one of us has to make the money.” She jokes which makes Harry laugh.

“She always comes waddling into my classroom screaming for me- which disrupts the class but I don’t care.” He shrugs, his mind going back to Loralie. “Oh shit, I’ve got to pick her u-“

“Hi! How are you, baby!” Y/n cheers, Milo running toward her then crashing into her in a hug. Y/n’s friend Mikaela had babysat Milo for the day while Y/n tried to get as much work done as she could. Usually on the weekends (like today) Milo will be in the store with her… which tends to distract her. “Um, I’ve got to go but we should do this again? Maybe… over dinner?” Harry asks, Y/n’s face lighting up.

“Are you asking me on a date?” She teases, Harry blushing and nodding. Y/n laughs, slipping her phone from her pocket, “take my number and we can schedule that date you’re begging me for.” She teases.

Harry gets her number, thanking her for the book and letting him stay before he slips out. Now he’s got to get back to Loralie. But he’s got a date!

**

Later that night when Harry and Loralie are practicing her memorizing her ABCs his phone beeps. He ignores his at first, just expecting it to be a stupid text from his friend Mitch, but once he looks down he sees Y/n’s contact name. “Keep going, bug.” Harry says, grabbing his phone from the carpet while they set on the floor of the living room, unlocking his phone.

Hii, im free next Friday :) let me know if that works with your schedule!

Harry laughs at her cute little smiley faces, trying to think up a response that doesn’t make him sound a thousand years older than her. The tip of his tongue sticks out while he types back his response, his eyebrows knitted in concentration.

Hello! Friday works, how about 5:30? I can pick you up.

He lays his phone back down and helps Loralie with her letters, pulling her onto his lap. “D is for Daddy!” She cheers, making Harry smile, chuckling and kissing her round cheeks while she squeals. Harry hears his phone ding, grabbing it and reading the response, thanking god she answered. He thought his heart would explode out of his chest. It was beating so hard.

That sounds good ☺️ see you then!

Harry got her to say yes, but now he has to deal with the anxiety of actually going on the date. What should he wear, where should they go? Should he be opening the door and pulling out her chair or is that not in-in dating anymore? He hasn’t dated since Loralies mum and his baby is two years old now, it’s been quite a long time since he dipped his toe into trying to charm a woman. He just hopes he’s still got it.

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The day is here. Loralie is with her grandma so Harry can get ready for the date. He’s been panicking and running all around his little house. He showered and smothered himself in lotion and his best cologne- he wanted to smell nice for her. He was adding leave in conditioner to his hair (which he hardly remembers to do) to make it more silky and the curls look a bit prettier than they usually do- he doesn’t know much about hair, he just does what his sister tells him what his hairdresser tells him he should do.

He planned out an outfit, a pair of tan dress pants with a white tank top and a cardigan over it. He had thought over the outfit a bit too much, was it too casual for the date? Was the cardigan too much? He decided against his thoughts and layers some pearls on, sliding his rings on that were in a jewelry dish, placed in there before his shower. He takes a look in the mirror, readjust his cardigan before he gives himself a little nod. He feels good about this.

He makes his way over to Y/n flat, walking up the metal steps to her flat and knocking on the door. When she opens the door he notices just how amazing her home smells, just like her book shop. He needs to remember to ask her where she gets her candles. “Hi,” Harry smiles, looking his date up and down. She was dressed nicely. It was a sage green dress with spaghetti straps, it stopped a couple inches above her knee. Harry thought it was cute.

She paired it with gold jewelry and a black cross body bag. Dirty white vans to go along with it that added a child-like feel to the outfit. Harry thought that was cute too.

“Hi,” she smiles, glancing behind her. “You look nice.” Harry says, suddenly feeling hot. Y/n laughs under her breath, thanking him. “You look nice as well.” Harry smiles bashfully, looking down at his feet. “Thank you”

Y/n says her goodbyes to Milo, hugging and kissing him before thanking her friend again for watching him. It’s the same one from last week, Mikaela. They get into Harry’s car, a bit of awkward silent before Y/n breaks it, Harry stopping the tapping of his fingers along to the low radio once her voice interrupts it. “So, where are we going?” She asks, smoothing her dress out against her thighs.

Harry laughs, he’s not prepared for dates and for some reason he hadn’t thought about the most important part. “I’ll eat anywhere to be honest.” Y/n admits, looking through her window at all the different places.

Harry was looking around in a panic and he finally pulled something out of his ass that sounded good, especially on his teacher salary. “Olive Garden?” Harry says, trying to say it confidently but it definitely comes out as more of a question. Y/n’s eyes light up, she’s in the mood for bottomless salad and breadsticks. “That sounds heavenly.” And Harry is happy to hear that.

They walk into the busy restaurant, instantly getting escorted to a table. Harry is happy they didn’t have to wait- that would have just been embarrassing since he threw this together last minute. They sat in the booth, sliding in and getting comfortable. “So, how’s the bookstore?” Harry asks, pulling apart his breadstick. Y/n knocks her shoe with his under the table, she thinks it’s cute how bashfully he can get when just asking a simple question. “It’s good. How are your little art students?” Harry playfully rolls his eyes at her choice of words.

“It’s good. They are doing self portraits.” Y/n laughs, her eyes widening.

“How’s that going?” Harry laughs, shaking his head. “They look like shittier versions of Picasso’s paintings.” Y/n dramatically gasps through her laughs, “aren’t you supposed to worship the ground that man walks on? Why would you say that?” Harry rolls his eyes once again, chuckling at her. “I’m just behind honest!”

Their date goes on the same, they order their food, giggling while they eat and even getting into a little food fight with the leftover breadsticks. (They weren't being humble, they asked for another basket) They finished their food, “That was fun.” Y/n admits smiling. Harry nods, taking the check and opening his wallet. “Here,” y/n holds out her card, Harry shaking his head. “I’ll pay.” Harry shrugs her off, handing his card tucked in the black check book the waiter had brought over back to him before she can further protest.

Y/n scoffs, throwing another breadstick at him that he tried to catch but it’s too greasy. “Hey! I thought we had a truce?!” Harry questions her. She shakes her head, apparently swearing off the truce. Harry shrugs, thanking the waiter when he brings his card back along with their mints. “You better sleep with one eye open then.” Harry says, standing up and waiting for her. She laughs, standing up and pulling her bag over her shoulder. “I have a three year old, I basically sleep with them both open. You’re nothin’.” She says, Harry nodding his head in agreement. He knows just how she feels.

They drive back to her flat, Harry of course walking her to her door. “I had so much fun tonight.” Harry says, looking down before he looks up at Y/n. She smiles, blushing. She hasn’t dated since Xavier and she admired that to Harry tonight, they both admitted that they haven’t dated since their children’s parents so they felt a lot comfortable knowing they were both rusty.

“Me too, you’re a really sweet guy, Harry.” She says. She needs to remember to thank her forgetful little Milo for leaving his folder in Harry’s classroom. “Thanks for agreeing to go out with me. I was pretty nervous.” Harry admits a bit sheepishly. Harry is a bit giddy on the inside about them hitting it off so well, they were having the best conversation and at times they were getting extremely loud, probably annoying the people around them, but they didn’t care, they had fun. “Yeah, I was nervous as hell but I haven’t had this much fun in a while. Thanks for tonight.” Y/n smiles, leaning in for a kiss.

Harry’s eyes widen, but he still kisses her back. He hasn’t kissed anyone in so long he thought he had forgot how to for a second. His hands come up to cup her jaw, moving his lips with hers. “I’ll see you soon. Have a good night.” Y/n smiles, opening her door with red cheeks. Harry nods, a little flabbergasted. “Have a good night.” He says, trudging down her steps.

And now he’s hooked on her.

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[mediocre-writerr]

a drop in the ocean [lexie grey]

lexie grey x fem reader

requested by anon: OH MY GOD THE CLIFFHANGER IN LOVE IT IF WE MADE IT CAN WE PLEASE HAVE A SECOND PART I LOVE THE ARIZONA AND LEXIE BOND OVER THEIR LOVED ONE

pt.1

*not my gif*

“So Lexie, do you want to tell me what happened?” Dr. Webber asked, a lawyer present next to him.

Apparently they just wanted to gather more information about what happened that dreaded day and she was deep in the middle of it. The normal day at the hospital, one where you think that it’ll be a perfectly normal day, but it turns out to be your worst nightmare. 

“During which part?” she asked.

“All of it,”

What was there to tell? The most horrific thing that could ever happen at someone’s workplace just happened a couple weeks ago. 

Lexie was back to her worst nightmare, but the day just started like any other. The two of you were in the guest bedroom of Meredith’s house or well I guess it’s not the guess bedroom, but you and Lexie’s room. 

Meredith let you move in not too long ago. It wasn’t the most ideal living situation, but it got the job done. While the two of you at least saved up for an apartment. 

You met Lexie through your best friend Arizona when you transferred from your previous hospital. 

��Darling?” Lexie played with your hair as your eyes were still closed. 

Your eyes fluttered open to see her head propped up by her elbow as she just stared at you. You gave her a tired smile, before grabbing the hand that propped off her head and pulled her to lie back down with you. 

You peppered her faces with kisses and she started giggling, “C’mon, we have a shift in an hour,” you groaned and continued placing kisses all over face, “Love,” she drew out. 

“No, I don’t want to go,” you whispered, pulling her closer to her, “Can we just stay here today?” 

“Unfortunately not,” she said, “You have a big surgery today with Derek and I am on Meredith’s service,” 

You let out a groan, “You’re right,” 

“And that’s how your day started?” the lawyer asked. 

Lexie nodded, “Yeah, just like any other day. Until of course we went to work and I guess I didn’t notice this until after, but when we first got there Gary Clark was already in the building. If he just shot then, well it would’ve been a completely different story,” 

You and Lexie entered the elevators, just as you’re about to go up to the other floors someone stuck their hand out to stop it from closing. It was an older man and he looked somewhat familiar to you, but you couldn’t quite place where he was from. 

“Going up?” he asked and you nodded with a small smile. 

“What floor sir?” you asked, politely.

He looked at the buttons, like he was trying to remember something, “3,” he finally said and you nodded, noticing that he was on the same floor. 

The elevator ride up was quiet, you just held Lexie’s hand, fiddling with her fingers. The elevator dinged and all three of you exited at the same time. 

“Have a good day,” you said and he just nodded. 

“So the two of you didn’t remember Gary Clark and why he was there before, right?” the lawyer brought up again.

“Y/N told me that he looked familiar, but she couldn’t remember where,” Lexie answered. 

You looked at her as the two of you reached the residents’ locker room. Lexie was already staring at you with her beautiful brown eyes. You cupped her cheeks softly before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. 

“You have a good day, okay?” you whispered to her, giving her another sweet kiss.

She nodded, “You do too. Rock that surgery. I’ll see you after work?” the brunette asked in more of a question than a statement. 

“Always,” you kissed her once more before parting ways. 

Mark and Arizona both slide up by your side as you walked down to the attending’s locker room. They had teasing smiles on their faces and you already knew what they were about to say.

“You and Little Grey are really falling in deep, huh?” Mark said, nudging your shoulder. 

“She’s so far gone, we can’t save her now,” Arizona added and you rolled your eyes playfully. 

“Mr. Clark was targeting surgeons, how did he know that Dr. Y/L/N was a surgeon. From Karev’s recollection it looked like he was aiming for the elevator,” the lawyer spoke up.

Arizona cleared her throat before shrugging, “I think Gary saw Y/N talking to Derek. Then it clicked, Y/N helped Derek with the surgery that supposedly killed his wife,”

“Are you ready for the surgery today Y/L/N?” Derek slid up next to you. 

You nodded, putting down the chart, that you’ve read once more, “I was born ready!” 

He gave you a high five and smiled, “That’s what I wanted to hear! I’ll see you down there!” 

You didn’t notice, but the same man in the elevator was there listening to your conversation. Derek was too far away for him to catch up, so he followed you. It was like a stake out or something. 

You went to go ask Arizona a question and that’s when you heard the infamous screams. The loud piercing screams that shook you to the core. 

“We brought Y/L/N back to the OR, we were able to head down there before they closed it off,” Mark confessed, “We had everything we needed down there, except for an anesthesiologist. Y/N was in a lot of pain,” 

Karev placed a rag into your mouth before they started to try and get the bullet out without anything to put you asleep. You closed your eyes as tears started streaming down your face. 

The sweat from all of the pain was dripping down your forehead. You kept falling in and out of consciousness because the loss of blood and all the pain was not doing good for your body. 

Lexie couldn’t bear just watching you in pain, so she ran down with no hesitation, “Lex-Lexie!” Arizona whisper-yelled, following in after her. 

It was too late though, Lexie was already in the OR with her hand squeezing yours. A small smile filed onto your face as the blurry vision of Lexie’s beautiful face filled your vision.

“Hey darling? Can you stay awake for me?” she whispered to you, running her fingers through your hair as you laid on the cool operating table.

You nodded, giving her a smile, but you could tell that your body was growing colder. They finally got a blood bag running through an IV to get you some more blood, but the pain was not subsiding. 

“Where’s Arizona?” you whispered.

Finally, Arizona appeared right at your side, “I’m right here,” 

“Remember when we were growing up and your dad called you a good man in the storm? You always lived by that,” she just nodded, not knowing where you were going with it, “Can you teach me? I’m scared I’m not strong enough. I think-I might abandon ship,” 

Lexie let out a muffled cry at your words. Arizona smiled at you with tears in her eyes. You could tell even from being face to face with death that she was trying to hold it back for you. 

You turned back to Lexie about to say something once more, “I told you, we should’ve stayed in bed,” you joked, trying to get a smile on that sad face of hers.

She let out a watery laugh, “That wasn’t funny,” 

“But you laughed,” 

“You keep fighting, okay? Keep being a good man in the storm,” the brunette whispered to you, kissing your forehead ever so softly, “I love you,” 

“I love you,” you told her, “Arizona, teach me now, please. I don’t know how much longer I can-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, you blacked out. A loud beep coming from the monitor, “Karev! She’s flatlining!” Mark yelled.

Karev started compressions as Lexie and Arizona started going hysterical. Mark walked over to the two girls and pushed them away form you as gently as possible. 

“The two of you need to stay right here. Karev and I don’t need you going hysterical when we’re trying to save Y/N’s life!” 

Lexie was transported back into the conference room with Mark, Arizona, and Alex. The lawyer sitting right in front of them with Dr. Webber at her side. Lexie tried blinking away her tears at the harsh memory.

“Can I go now?” she asked, her voice cracking, and she could tell she was on the verge of a breakdown.

Dr. Webber nodded, “Yeah, you’re all free to go,” 

Lexie shot up from out of her seat and ran to the one place where she knew she’d be safe. She entered the familiar room to see you lying there, your eyes skimming through your favorite book. 

She let out a breath of relief as she entered the room to see you’re still here. Your eyes lifted from your book to see the relief, slowly overcoming the fear. You scooted over in your bed, patting the seat down next to you. 

Your brunette girlfriend didn’t hesitate to come over. She gently slid into your side, clinging her arms around you like a big cuddly koala. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head before going back to reading. 

Lexie couldn’t stand the silence, it allowed for her thoughts to be too loud, “Would it be okay if you read it to me?” she whispered, “Just so I know you’re still here,” 

Your eyes softened at the beautiful girl in your arms. You pressed one more kiss to her forehead before clearing your throat, “I’m learning to deal with that, but yes, I love you. That’s not something I have to work through,” 

[allandoflimbo]

Ashens (Part 24)

Summary: She falls in love with Bucky Barnes from the moment she sees him. Bucky, still in love with a woman from his past, hates Y/N and plans to make her life miserable. To both their dismay, they are assigned together to go undercover into The Capitol for six months. There, they develop a heartbreaking friend with benefits agreement. Dystopian.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 4,700

Rating: M for Mature, E for explicit. Enemies to lovers trope, sharing a bed trope, friends with benefits trope, temporarily unrequited love, heavy and angry sex, heavy on the angst, and very strong language.

Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat

I hope it's gonna make you notice

“…I’m in the military, sir…”

“…James, that’s my father, okay? If anything, let’s just be glad he didn’t kill you. He’s like that with everyone…And the soldier thing, he’s weird about that. I’m not sure why…”

Bucky lies awake in bed, fluffy pillow behind his head and one leg peeking out from the blankets, as random memories knack away at his brain in pulses. They weren’t new memories, but they were memories that he never looked at the way he was now.

He doesn’t know why now, he doesn’t know what triggered it, but they were clicking together.

After years of replaying the same moments in his head, there was a nagging feeling that was telling him that there was something not adding up.

He doesn’t know if it’s because he’s seeing things differently, if he’s feeling things differently.

Whatever it was, he knew there was something…off.

There was something off about Daisy’s story about her dad’s story, something was off about the way he was against Bucky fighting in the military, and her death was coinciding so much with his capture.

He doesn’t like the feeling in his stomach as he remembers.

When Bucky asked about her brother and what that whole commotion back at the club was she was blatantly honest with him.

“My father’s not a good guy. He’s been wanting some something from one of these performers that was suppose to be there last night, but turns out they weren’t even on the set list. He had lied about it, we don’t know where he is.”

Bucky raises a brow at this, “You do his dirty work for him?”

“No, I don’t like to get involved in that. It’s a dangerous lifestyle. I have to think about my future family. I was only there yesterday because my brother wanted to get me out of the house for once.”

Bucky isn’t too gleam on the fact that her family are borderline criminals and that she basically supports it, and for a fraction of a second he almost doesn’t buy it, but he decides to mention this later on, not wanting to ruin their moment.

Bucky shifts his leg as he continues to remember that conversation. Why was he not against it? Why did he never question the crimes? Was he that distracted by her?

Bucky smiles at her comment, but then his brows furrowed together in an adorable way that made Daisy giggle and bring her hand to his cheek, “What is it, James?”

What is it, James?

Bucky looks over to see you laying next to him, sat up with your back against the headboard reading some book with a beige cover.

You hadn’t taken notice of his self discomfort yet, emerged in your reading, tucking your bottom lip into your mouth.

Why was he remembering all of this now? Why was he feeling sick?

When they pulled away she slowly dragged her thumb across his plump bottom lip. He watched her like she was the most gorgeous and interesting thing on the planet.

“James?” He responded with a sound on confirmation and she continued, “do you think we are moving too fast?”

He grabbed her hand that was on his face and for a fraction of a moment she thought that that was it, they were over. This was clearly too unrealistic. But instead he brought her hand up over both his lips and he kissed her gingerly.

“Yes.” He whispered behind her hand, making sure he was making direct eye contact with her.

Her face dropped. “Yes?” Her voice was worried, cautious.  

He started trailing kisses down her hand, her wrist, her forearms. He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck making her groan.

It wasn’t that Daisy didn’t like being pampered but she wanted to take this very seriously. With a reluctant sigh - because what he was doing to her flesh just felt so good - she delicately removes her arm from Bucky’s grasp. He narrowed his eyes as she moved away towards the head board, suddenly wondering if maybe he said the wrong thing.

Her eyes trickled his features and down his perfect little nose.

“I knew it since the moment I laid my eyes on you. That’s how you know it’s real. This isn’t crazy, it’s ludicrous. But it works for us. I want to be with you.”

After his little speech Daisy looked him dead in the eye, not batting one lash.

“Then come have dinner with my family.”

Was it too fast? He had barely known her and she was asking him to meet her family. Criminals.

But why would she give away such dire information if it were true?

Bucky sat up slowly, as if if he were to move too quickly, the bed would collapse underneath him.

His eyes had a far away look in him, and he was as pale as he felt.

You feel him shift and your eyes flicker up to him.

You frown.

Her blue eyes glisten with gentle tears, probably thinking the same exact thing. None of it still feels real.

Her, she, doesn’t feel real.

They spent nearly every night together just talking about what Bucky would do when he came back home after camp. Things like how they would have to go see the stars on the back of an outskirts farmhouse, how they would have to go to every club in the city and laugh their night away, how he would take her to coney island with him and Steve and show her a “good time” on the ferris wheel, and how they would definitely have to meet her family.

“They’re great, you’ll love them.” She had said as they laid in bed together just hours before, merely cuddling with clothes on.

“Oh, come on doll, even your Dad?”

Daisy hesitated for a moment and her hand that was rubbing his chest stopped suddenly.

Bucky noted this and they met eyes.

Bucky feels his heart palpitate and he opens and closes his right hand, sitting up.

“Bucky, what’s wrong?” You ask softly, closing your book.

“Dad has been gone for four weeks and I don’t know why. Jimmy has gone with him- it’s just me and mother. I overheard her saying something about Germany but I’m not quite sure.. Or maybe it was something else. Though none of that matters to me, James- I want you. Please come home to me.”

For some reason, a chill ran down his back as he reread the words “something about Germany”.

Like an awful memory that has never happened, he sees a child in front of him. It was a little girl and she screamed in agony for mercy. She was getting strangled to death by his own hand, a silver glint caught his eye-

“James!”

“Bucky.”

Your voice pulls him out of his trance for just a moment.

He looks up to you, your eyes interlacing in a silent conversation of understanding.

He was revealing something to himself and you could tell that whatever that was it was leaving him overcome by feelings.

At the end of the day, he knows that he’s just insanely protective of Steve. Which is why his arm instinctively goes around him when Rogers almost gets hit by a speeding vehicle that abruptly stops to halt in front of them on the curb. With his mind far away, he hadn’t realized they were already standing on the sidewalk in front of one bright sign labeled Cotton Club.

Had Bucky known better, he would’ve had him on his left.

After that introduction, the two boys look over to the object that almost killed them.

It was pure black, the countless lights coming from the surrounding buildings and cars bouncing off its surface. The rain must’ve made it even shinier, the lights made a reflection so bright that it had everyone staring. Men looked in awe and a young paper boy, standing on the corner working over time, wondered if that would someday be his future.

With a look of disgust, Steve was repulsed by the obscurity of the man’s driving having nearly hit him. He wondered why people had no respect and he desperately wanted to punch his face in. Either that or give him a pep talk about general safety.

“What a twit.” He snarls, dusting off his small suspenders and kicking the invisible debris off his lapels.

Bucky’s face held something different. It explained why the woman staring had looked on in pure jealousy. He stared forward completely emotionless. He was neither annoyed at the fact that he almost just got run over and killed and nor in obsession over the Duesenberg J.

It was the beautiful goddess emerging from the passenger seat that caught his full attention.

On her left hand was a pearl and diamond bracelet and she used it to skim over the top of the priceless car door for leverage to push herself gracefully up from the leather seat. Her other hand was wrapped up in a prestige white glove. It held onto the hem of her silver sparkling gown, a long white cigar between her digits. Her gorgeous dress looked heavy, you could tell it was so properly made and expensive because it must’ve weighed as much as her petite self. The reason being that it hugged her body at just the perfect places, showing off her curves gracefully.

Her perfect blonde hair was pulled slick back by a diamond hair clip to the side in huge voluminous waves. The dress showed just enough back, the material dipping down towards the floor, the dip ending just above her bottom. The entire thing was held by two tiny silver straps on her shoulders.

In a sentimental Mood by Duke Ellington seemed to have played perfectly in sync with the exact moment she shut the door behind her. She looked up to read the sign, her perfect profile looking up in awe.

Bucky stands up from the bed, back rigid and face hard with anger.

No.

It couldn’t be.

He swallows thickly, gaze going towards you again.

He doesn’t know why he keeps looking at you.

Ironically, beneath his anger and betrayal, he also began to feel embarrassment.

He’s momentarily startled out of his trance when he feels a small hand grab his elbow.  He looks down and his eyes meet a small concerned Steve. Well, to be fairly honestly, he looked more pissed than concerned.

Bucky doesn’t feel the patience to deal with talking anything out, he’s too busy thinking about Daisy. But he feels like he should at least say something so he can get everyone off his back, “What is it?”

Steve looks at him likes he’s crazy and then manically gestures towards the entrance of the club, probably pointing to where Daisy just left through.

“Bucky, what the heck was that? Who was that? You know her?”

“I didn’t know her. No.” Bucky doesn’t realize he’s saying it out loud.

He’s shaking his head to himself, mumbling.

“Bucky, who are you talking to?” You’re growing even more concerned by the second now.

The silence was broken by his strong voice.

“You’re real.”

She smiles in a way that makes him smile too. It was contagious and bright. He caresses her skin one more time.

He felt her own hand come over his and she whispers, “I’m real.”

“Not real.”

You are more than concerned at this point.

“What are you talking about?”

“Maybe it was the fact that my body had finally developed into a women’s body. My breasts were now fully perked and my legs were long and porcelain gorgeous; all I knew was they figured I could be put to good use.”

He shook his head and Bucky blinked away heavy tears.“I-“

The pretty woman rolled her eyes and crossed her legs, revealing a long slit that ran up her dress. It was just enough skin for Bucky’s hand to get sweaty.

He waited until the perfect opportunity when the man had walked towards the direction of the stage, making his way into the back behind the curtain.

“It wasn’t real.”

“You do his dirty work for him?”

“It wasn’t real.”

“My father’s not a good guy.”

Bucky remembers them poking him with IV drops and then sticking his head in a blender. His owns screams fill his head. It was so painful.

“Reason unknown, ongoing investigation"

“I wasn’t going to let you keep her. She enticed you. She won you. It was always supposed to be you.”

“…blonde 21 year old was found shot…”

“Daisy,” he whispered. He traced her features with his hand, and just like that the fear escaped his eyes, and instead of scared he was now feeling complete love and he was ready because knew this is what he wanted forever. He wanted her, “Will you marry me?”

“…Her family has been under investigation after her father’s disappearance —…”

“But you jeopardized it, Soldat. It wasn’t real.”

The memories are sucked out of him like a vacuum and his dark eyes meet yours, again, across the bed.

You had never seen his pupils so blown before.

You were terrified.

Your eyes go down to his flesh hand that is twitching against his thigh.

“Bucky.” You say cautiously, one more time. It was almost like you were afraid to get closer to him.

“I—“ his voice was hoarse.

He looks away and clears his throat. He blinks away the heavy daze, allowing it all to sink in until it settles in his stomach in a surprising pool of acceptance.

He sees you again and for some reason he feels okay.

It scares him.

It scared him how you took something that had been bothering him for so long, away that quickly.

In that moment he knows.

“I remembered something.” Your eyebrows came together suddenly. Nearly moments ago he looked heartbroken but now he just looked shocked and angry.

“What did you remember? I thought you had your memories back. In Wakanda.”

“I-I did,” he squeaks out running a hand through his hair, “maybe I’m just remembering differently, or adding pieces together, I don’t know, I can’t tell. It has to be, because it makes sense. It makes so much sense now, and I can’t—and she—”

“Bucky you’re rambling,” he stops and you continue to look at each other. His face drops all traces of anger and it softens, “Talk to me, I’m right here.” You whisper.

Bucky looks down at you and nods. No hesitancy.

“Give me your hands.” You say, reaching for him. He doesn’t hold back from doing so, and once you have his hands in yours, you pull him up onto the bed so he’s kneeling on it next to you.

Bucky takes a few minutes to compose himself before he says it:

“I think Daisy and her family were Hydra.” He says it like he’s afraid of his own words.

As if every word in that phrase was a curse word.

Somehow, it relieves him.

His chest feels light, shoulders worn. He can breathe.

+ + +

“I should’ve known it was too fast. Too perfect,” you’re also stunned as he tells you everything, his hands still in yours, “but—but I don’t think she was always hydra. I think she wanted out when I was captured and they killed her for it.”

You don’t deny it, that hurts. Despite never knowing the girl and secretly holding envy for her, it pains you.

“Oh, Bucky.”

He shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing together.

“But it was a lie. She enticed me, she fucking—“ Bucky sucks in a deep breath, “she was trying to lure me in. There was nothing real about it.” He says the word like it’s venom on his lips.

You feel him rub his thumb over the back of your hand.

“You don’t know that -”

He shakes his head again, “She was Hydra!” He doesn’t say it angrily as much as he says it in a way to announce it to himself.

He needed to say it out loud. He needed to let it sink in.

You watch Bucky as he becomes completely numb, and somehow free, in front of you.

For some reason you expected more heartbreak from him for discovering something so horrible about a woman he claimed he loved so much, a woman he wanted to marry, but instead all you got from him was anger and acceptance.

Little did you know, Bucky was in the same boat as you.

Why wasn’t he as heat shattered as he’d expect?

“I-“ he’s speechless as he looks around, trying to find something, but he does’t know what.

You think you’re more shocked than him and you quickly grab his arm, bringing him against you for a tight hug.

He hugs you back immediately, hand running up your shoulder blade and onto the back of your hair.

Minutes pass by. Many minutes.

“It was all a lie,” he whispers still holding onto. you, “All of it. I really was alone. I thought I finally had someone, but—It wasn’t real.”

You don’t know what to say as you run your hand up the back of his head.

It’s not until you pull him in tighter that he realizes it.

It was you.

You were there reason this didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. His heart no longer wanted to be with someone who was long gone.

It wanted to stay here.

Here.

He never thought he would ever feel this way ever again, and he never thought he would trust this hard ever again.

Realizing truth relived him of buried pain, and he wanted you to keep holding him, to keep helping him go through this.

He says your name softly.

“Yes?”

“I want to talk about everything.”

You stiffen for a moment as you let his words sink in. You weren’t exactly sure what he was talking about.

“What are you talking about?” You ask.

“All of it. Everything that I did. I need to get it out, I can’t keep doing this, holding it in, keeping it inside —”

The euphoria through your blood is addicting.

“Tell me.”

He loved slow dancing.

He loved the Yankees.

He loved math and Howard Stark.

He went to the Stark Expo every year.

He loved The Hobbit and he loved jazz.

He loved New York City.

He loved Brooklyn the most.

He misses flat hats.

He loved telling jokes.

His mother died when he was young.

His sister was taken away from him.

He cried when he couldn’t see her.

His father died not too long after.

He never enlisted despite his love for the military.

He was drafted.  

He experienced World War II but on the enemy side.

He fought with Hitler’s and Hydra’s men.

He was loved by the KGB.

He loved Prague.

He trained the girls in the red room.

He remembers every young girl.

He was told to kill four kids on a mission once in Bucharest.

He was tormented, beaten raw, and kept in a concrete cell between cryo periods.

He was only occasionally fed, most years spent asleep.

He was treated like an animal. They tied him to the wall once in the cell, with a chain around his neck.

He was brain washed.

He was sexually assaulted by Hydra.

He doesn’t remember if he was raped, which could be his brain’s way of protecting himself from more trauma.

He reminds you that loved Howard Stark.

He killed Howard Stark.

He killed Maria Stark.

He was the one that stole the super soldier serum from the Stark’s and provided it to Hydra.

He was the fist of Hydra.

He killed many other good men. Over two dozen assassinations.

He killed JFK.

He never wanted to do any of it.

He remembers all of it.

They named him a hero on the Wall of Valor before S.H.I.E.L.D fell.

He was taken into Wakanda, freed of his trigger words.

He still loved New York City.

He was pardon him, despite everything.

They named him an Avenger.

He remembers it all.

You’re laying down facing each other and you continue to watch him as he tells you everything.

It’s one of the most surreal experiences of your life and you find yourself in total awe.  

This was the Bucky Barnes you had been longing to see. This was the man you knew was hidden beneath layers of hurt and anger.

You had seen it before he even told you.

The fact that he even trusted you enough to be this transparent with you is what makes you so happy.

His eyes brightened as he played with a string on the blanket between you.

“And Friends,” his voice is small and there’s a little smile on his mouth. Your heart swells as you watch it, “I love Friends.”

You bite your tongue as you smile.

Bucky stared at you, just as amazed at himself as he was at you. He couldn’t believe he told it all to you.

It was as if Daisy’s image had begun to dissolve and he was finally seeing clearly.

He didn’t hate you. He never hated you.

His fingers peak out slowly to take a hold of your pinky.

It was the opposite. He wanted you.

He feels himself breaking when you pull away from his touch. His smile falls.

“I’m proud of you,” you say quietly, sitting up again, “For finally talking about it.” You mean it, “Thank you.”

It takes him a few seconds to eventually look away and he turns onto his back. Bucky drapes an arm over his stomach, letting out a long breath of contentment.

He felt free.

To do what?

He looks over at you again as you pull your book back out.

This. This is what freedom got him. You.

But it you weren’t his. He clears his throat.

“How are things with your boyfriend?”

You don’t like talking about Pietro with Bucky.

“It’s fine,” you answer anyway, “We only had one date. And I got sick, so hopefully the next one will be better.”

Bucky swallows thickly. Why was he feeling like this? He should be happy for you. You wanted this. You deserved this.

“What do you plan to do when it’s time for us both to leave and go back?” He asks.

You don’t miss the way he mentions both of you to leave and your eyes quickly flicker to him.

“I don’t know yet,” you say hoarsely, filled with unexpected relief.

+ + +

Bucky doesn’t remember experiencing this kind of happiness since he was nineteen and him and Steve went to go see a baseball game after scoring a date with two pretty girls on the F train.

He’s happy.

Ashen peaks up at him from behind dark lashes, smiling so hard his eyes peak up at the side, turning them into thin slits. Bucky’s aren’t too far off as he mimics the boy’s laughter.

“Connect four?” Bucky asks, chuckling.

“Yeah, you’ve gotta try it. It’s so fun.” The Ashens says happily, pulling out the little game from underneath his bed. Bucky wants to ask him why he has it hidden, but he doesn’t. He just reminds him that they need to stay quiet, “plus, it’s the only game I have anyway. But it’s fun Mr. Bucky.”

“Haha, alright lets try it.” Bucky says.

They sit across from each other on the floor, setting up the little game and dividing their colored chips. Ashen’s goes first, dropping in a yellow one.

Bucky picks up a red one with his flesh hand and drops it right next to the yellow. They continue for a bit until Ashens notices Bucky isn’t connecting his colors.

“No, you have to try to get a straight line and connect it!” He laughs, “you suck at this."

“Oh, no! What did I do?” Bucky exclaims, laughing.

“You’re not very smart for an Avenger.” Ashens remarks.

“Okay,” Bucky points at him playfully, smiling, “That’s mean.”

“I’m sorry but it is true.”

“Cut me some slack.” Bucky says, smiling.

They play for a little longer until Ashens ends up beating him.

Bucky sticks his tongue out at the boy, but smiles. He eventually caught on to the game and let him win. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Mr. Bucky,” Ashen says after he slides the game back under his head. He brings his legs up to his chest and hugs them, "Will you tell me now why you are here to save me?”

Bucky licks his lip and sighs. He looks out Ashens' high rise window and then back to him again. “Not yet.”

“Should I be afraid.”

“No. I won’t let anything happen you. I promise.”

Ashens doesn’t say anything as he lets his Mike Wazowski slippers hit each other.

“Do you have any kids? Like my age?”

The question surprises Bucky, and for a moment a feeling of longing hits him. “No. I don’t.”

“Aww okay.”

Bucky stares at Ashens little sad face and his heart breaks.

“I always wanted to, though,” Bucky whispers, “But that was years ago.”

“When you were in world war one?”

Bucky smiles.

“Two, not one, but yeah,” it’s not a lie, Bucky knows that if his loved would’ve went a different way, he would have definitely had kids. To know he could never go back to such simplicity broke his heart, “Something like that.”

There was something, that even so many months later, still bothered Bucky. It was something so small, and it probably didn’t really affect you as much as it affected him, but it was something you said to him.

It was one of your many fights and the way you had spatted at him about buying you plan B after you had sex.

He didn’t want to burden you. What you two had done had been irresponsible. An atmosphere like this was no place and time for an unwanted baby.

You weren’t ready for one, let alone his.

At the time, it wasn’t that he wouldn’t want the baby, if you were to have gotten pregnant, he would have loved that child with everything. He was thinking about you.

He hated to think that he gave you that pill as a gesture to say that he wanted nothing to do with you.

If so, you were wrong.

He wanted you to be happy, just smart.

He cared about you.

And now, possibly more.

As he continues to watch Ashens giggling over his slippers, that feeling of longing washes over Bucky again.

He knows he needs to tell you.

+ + +

You still weren’t feeling well. Maybe it was your nerves. The end of the mission was getting closer by each day and you never expected you’d have to leave with a little kid. You still hadn’t met Ashens, but Bucky says he’s a delight.

Ashens has changed him. You took notice immediately and it made you happy. This whole experience would be good for him.

After Bucky had poured out his heart to you, you knew you needed to get away again. That was the dance now. You get pulled, you take a step back. You couldn’t let yourself go there anymore, no matter how hard it was.

Pietro would be the driving force to help you.

You just wish Bucky would stop doing things that he probably realized he wasn’t even doing. The way he touches your face and your hand, or some times the way he looks at you, was not appropriate for two fuck buddies who stopped…fucking.

You were still convinced that he wanted you two to go your separate ways at the end of this mission. Him indirectly saying he was going to walk out with you made you happy, it could’ve been Ashens that helped him have a change of heart, whatever it was, this thing between you had to dissolve anyway.

You couldn’t keep doing that to himself, even when he would blur your lines.

You really wished he would stop doing that.

That night you after the ball, you were almost sure that he was developing feelings for you - finally - it’s why you tried to get him to finally tell you why the kiss bothered him.

Bucky never told you the truth, and you were too tired to keep digging.

You were glad that was the last time.

It was over. All of it was over.

Your stomach churns again and you decide to make yourself some tea and head to bed.

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