#than moping over Some Guy(c)

[spoookiepie]

I love me mopey, weepy, sad, longing, melancholic love/breakup/anti-love songs as much as any melodramatic bitch, but, like… girl sing about something else

[ravenslvt]

why does your best friend's older brother have to be so hot?? :(((

☆ suna rintarou x fem!reader (pt.1) ☆

cw: smuut! p in v, v fingering, fluffy, lowk sweet, implied virgin reader, unprotected sex.

pt. 2 pt.3 pt.4

you sigh at the empty water bottle on the nightstand. you look over at your best friend, ami. she was fast asleep. you smiled, glad you were able to visit her on your break from university. you were grateful her parents let you stay over while they were out of the country for some sort of work meeting.

back to the important matter, your thirst. you slowly get up, trying not to wake your dark haired bestfriend. grabbing the tin water bottle and tiptoeing downstairs, making sure to close the door to her bedroom quietly on the way out.

you walk through the familiar halls of the house you’ve known since you were young. all the lights were off except the kitchen light.

walking in, you notice your bestfriend’s hot ass older brother, rintarou, leaning against the kitchen island on his phone. he was wearing his usual loose sweatpants, and a tight fitting t-shirt from your old highschool. it used to be loose on him, it was clear he’s been working out more and gained more muscle. his head perks up, he pauses whatever he was watching and speaks.

“hey, didn’t think anyone was still awake.” his voice is low and a little hushed.

you don’t notice the way his eyes go to your attire, small little sleep shorts and a tank top.

you notice he’s heating something up in the microwave as you reach the fridge, unscrewing the cap to your water bottle to refill it. you watch as the bottle slowly fills, talking to him.

“ami fell asleep and i was thirsty. she always passes out so fast” you softly chuckle. she was always the first to fall asleep at sleepovers, even in your childhood. girl was a deep sleeper.

“mmm” he simply hums, returning back to looking at his phone.

you turn back to face him, taking a refreshing sip of water.

“whatcha watchin?” you lean on your elbows against the counter, peering over at him.

your relationship with suna rintarou was…. friendly to say the least. he was only a year older than you and ami, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a (fat) crush on him since middle school.

you remembered the exact moment your crush on him had started. you and ami were twelve and rintarou was thirteen. you were at the suna’s family beach house for summer break.

you and ami relaxed in the sun, reading your assigned reading books together and laughing over how dumb you guys thought the plot was.

“seriously, this guy is so lame. he just mopes around and smokes cigarettes all day. dude’s gonna have lung problems” ami rolled her eyes at a certain line of the book.

you giggled and opened your mouth to say something to agree. until a volleyball came flying at you full speed. your eyes widened and you just froze. you two were aware rintarou and some of his friends were playing a game of beach volleyball a few feet away.

you flinched and put your arms up quickly in defense, but never felt impact. you look up to see a teenage rintarou who dived to grab the ball before it hit you.

“you good?” he called your name to get your attention. you just nodded, hiding the flushed state of you face with your book. he made a comment on how he read it in english class last year and if you needed any help on the work, he had your back.

“go away, rin. she doesn’t need your c- average help” his sister retorted as he walked back to his friends. he turned his head to give a small chuckle. you never forgot his smile since then.

back in the present, he takes his eyes off his video for a moment to look back at you.

“my game replays. hey, come watch this and tell me if you think furuhashi fucked us over with this serve” he did a ‘come here’ motion. you were at his side within a moment.

you peered at the phone screen over his shoulder. his phone looked so small compared to his large hands. he replayed the video for you to watch. you focused on the teamate he pointed to and it looked like he did a purposefully bad set, aiming right at the opponents head.

“ouch. seemed like he had personal beef with number eight….” your face scrunched in the way the opponent immediently fell to the floor from such a powerful blow.

“yeah, dude let his emotions get the best of him and got the rest of us in trouble with the ref for it” he shuts his phone off, sighing.

“you have another game next week, right? ami wanted me to go check you guys out.” you grab your bottle from the counter.

taking another sip of water, a small droplet spills past your mouth, down your neck, and disapears into the curve of your breasts. you notice the way his eyes follow the bead of water.

his eyes meet yours. and before he can open his mouth, the microwave beeps loudly. he quickly gets up to take the food out with a quick curse, hoping the obnoxious beeping didn’t wake anyone up.

he takes the steaming plate out of the appliance. you notice he heated up some cold pizza you guys ordered earlier in the night.

your eyes go back to his broad shoulders and arms, down to his large veiny hands. he’d matured a lot more since you’d seen him last.

you caught yourself staring, starting to feel a little awkward. you suddenly start to get a little hot, despite what little clothes you wore. you step away to leave the kitchen. your thoughts ran rampet of his hands. you pictured them touching your hair, your arms, your-

“where are you going?” his eyes are only on you now, his arms leaning against the counter to look at you.

“i- um should probably get back to ami” you gulp.

“why? isn’t she asleep? come hangout with your real favorite suna” he smirks, taking a peice of the hot pizza into his mouth.

you roll your eyes and fake scoff.

“don’t let your sister hear you say that, she might believe it” you cross your arms, eyeing him.

he swallowed, wiping his mouth with a napkin and smiling.

“i mean, it’s the truth. isn’t it?” god he was so cocky today. but you loved it.

“and what makes you think that, rin?” you played along. you step a little closer, this time you lean your elbows on the counter facing him. accidentally giving him a front row view of your cleavage through your thin top.

you see the way his eyes drop to your tits. oh you had him.

“cause, you think i’m cuter” his eyes flicker back to your own. he shrugs casually, a smug smirk on his face. his food now forgotten in his mind. only thing he wanted now was you.

“sure, whatever you want to think.” you sarcastically remark back.

he laughs, circling the kitchen island so now you had nothing between you except about a foot of space.

“oh i don’t have to think it, pretty. i know it” shit, he was getting closer and your heart was only beating faster.

“you’re delusional, rintarou.” you aren’t laughing anymore, smile fading to a more serious demeanor. you were nervous and he could tell.

he smiles, running a calloused finger down your arm. it left a trail of fire down your skin and your breath hitched.

“is that why you’re always staring at me. you think i don’t notice?” his voice is lower now, quieter.

fuck. he knew.

“as if you don’t oogle at me whenever i’m in a swimsuit.” you refuse to look away from his gaze.

he lets out a small chuckle. it was hypnotizing.

“i ‘oogle’ you no matter what you wear” he admits, almost proudly.

you eyes widen for a moment. you try your best to hold it together. his hand played with the ends of your hair. you two had never stood this close before.

you felt the flimsy fabric of your panties start to dampen.

“what’s got you all quiet?” his hand moves from your soft locks to hold your chin, forcing you to look right at him.

“screw you, rin” you retort, flustered. he snorts.

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” his face only got closer to yours.

you guys were so close, you had forgotten you weren’t the only two in the house.

“in your dreams-“ you start.

“knock that shit off. admit you want this as bad as i do” he says your name. your faces were now inches apart. his eyebrows furrowed and he just looked so attractive. he was studying your expressions, his eyes never leaving your face.

“rin i-“ you start again. this time his lips hover over yours, ghosting over your own.

“tell me to stop and i’ll go back up to my room and we will never speak of this again.” his hand moves to cup your cheek, his forhead resting on your, giving you a chance to pull away.

but you didn’t want to pull away and he didn’t either.

finally, after what seemed like years of tension, you snapped. going up on your tipy toes to crash your lips on his.

his hands immediately draw to your waist, holding you as close as possible while your hands wrap in his soft dark brown locks.

years of unresolved feelings and tension all poured into one heated kiss.

his hands gripping your waist moves down to your hips, he turns you so your rear is against the counter. how convinient his hips are the perfect height for the kitchen island.

you let out a soft gasp as he bites your bottom lip, he smirks and gently prods his tounge into your mouth, seeking permission first. you lean your head back to let him kiss you deeper.

he was fully addicted to your lips.

he pats your hip and you take it as a sign to hop on the marble counter, he helps you jump up. he slots himself inbetween your thighs, your lips never pulling apart.

“fuck. i can’t believe i haven’t tasted you sooner” he says in between kisses. you giggle at the way he refuses to pull apart from you.

he just grips your waist tighter, his cold hands slipping under the fabric of your tank top. you gasp as he reaches for your bare tits, lifting the fabric to rest above your breasts. you never wore a bra around him. and of course he always noticed.

he gave your perky tits a firm squeeze, you mewl into his mouth as he gently pinches your hardened nipples. his cold fingers adding an extra chill.

rintarou’s hips press gently into yours. you could feel his erection through his pants. you grip his hair tighter at the feeling of his clothed member rubbing against your clothed clit.

you unlatch a hand from his hair and bring it straight to his hardness. he hisses as you rub him through the pants. he could feel a small wet patch forming in his boxers.

“shit, take these off” he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your sleep shorts, you lift you hips for him to shimmy them down your legs, you didn’t even notice where he put them. you didn’t really care.

you were left in your little lace panties. he gave a lopsided smile at how prepared you were. it was like you knew he was gonna fuck you tonight. or maybe you wore these all the time around him, just waiting.

“this wet already?” he sucks in a breath, running a finger over the growing wet patch on your panties. you just nod and focus your gaze on his long fingers. you wanted them so bad.

“rin, please” you grab at his hand that was teasingly brushing over your clothed clit.

“stop teasing” you pout at him. he looks up at you and gives you another kiss.

“you’re too cute not to tease.” he pulls away and pulls your underwear to the side, spreading your legs more. he curses at the sight of your glistening pussy, knowing it was all for him.

he runs a long finger down your folds, causing your grip on his wrist to tighten.

“so worked up, aren’t you? no one ever touch you like this before?” he asks, continuing his motions up and down.

“n-no rin, just you.” you breathily admit, a bit emberassed. it was the truth though, he was the only one you really wanted over the years.

he lets out another curse at the thought of being the first guy to touch you in this way. he was straining against his boxers, his loose sweatpants suddenly feeling so tight on his hips.

“tell me if it hurts and i’ll stop, okay?” he looks you in the eye, serious. you just nod.

“wanna hear you say it, baby” he pulls his hand away from your cunt.

“yes rin, i swear” you assure, shimmying to the edge of the counter to be closer to him.

he smiles, giving you a peck on the forehead before prodding his middle finger into your tight hole, spreading your wetness to make sure you were ready.

he slowly enters you and you grip onto his shoulders for dear life. he gives a few slow experimental pumps of his finger before you were asking for more.

“this ok?” he whispers in you ear, kissing your neck.

“god yes. more please” you plead in a quiet tone, trying your best to keep silent.

he chuckles and adds his ring finger. just two was enough to stretch you out. it was a delicious pain of his large digits splitting you open. you couldn’t even imagine how good his cock would feel.

you bite your knuckles to muffle the sounds of pleasure you were making. but nothing could cover the wet noises coming from him finger fucking your pussy.

his wrist started to ache, but it was worth it to see the way you were taking it so well. he curled his fingers, doing a ‘come here’ motion inside of you. you let out a muffled curse as your legs started to shake.

he kept pumping and curling his fingers over and over. his long thick fingers reached places your little hands just couldn’t.

“i think i’m-“ you cut yourself off with a soft moan, still trying to be quiet.

he just kisses you through your orgasm, groaning into your own mouth. your pussy squeezes around his fingers and he swallows up all your noises. he imagines how you’d feel squeezing his cock like this, while his other hand groping your tit, pinching your nipple. you arch into him and pull away from his lips to breathe.

you pant and look at him, face completley flushed, he slowly removes his fingers. his hand was coated in your cum. he gives your chest a few small kisses, accidentally leaving faint marks on the skin. not an accident at all.

he was panting too. you looked at him, curiously. your eyes go down to his pants. there was an obvious wet stain in the front.

“did you….” your eyes go wide as he flushes with emberassment.

“m’sorry you were just so fucking hot i couldn’t-“ he starts, but you cut him off with your lips. you were immediately aroused again, but this time the only thing that could satisfy you was his cock.

you paw at his sweats, shaky fingers clumsily trying to untie the drawstring. he grips the back of your neck with one hand while the other helps take off his pants. he starts to stroke himself until he’s hard again, still recovering from blowing his load in his pants.

you swat his hand and give his cock long strokes. you finally get a good view of it. he wasn’t small by any means, but not obnoxiously large. it was a delicious size that made your mouth go dry. there was a certain blue vein that ran down from his tip, your finger running over it, making him hiss.

he noticed you staring and encourages you to continue, his thumbs rubbing your thighs in comfort.

you swipe your thumb over his slit making him shiver like a small dog. his tip was so sensitive. you move to try and hop off the counter to get on your knees, but he stopped you, gripping your hips.

“if you do that i won’t be able to last.” he pets your hip sensually. you pout.

“don’t give me that look. next time, i promise” he pecks your lips and your heart flutters. so there will be a next time.

his head rests on your shoulder as you continue to stroke up, switching from pumping it to teasing his tip. he stopped you once his hips started to sputter. he was like putty in your hands at this point.

“p-please” he says your name, panting.

“i need to be inside you. i need to feel you so bad, baby please” he begs, kissing your neck, leaving darker marks in his wake.

you whine at his words, using your legs to wrap around his hips, his cock sitting right above your needy cunt.

“fuck me already, rin” you give his cock a few more pumps before lining him up with your wanting hole.

he does as yous say, slowly pushing in, his mouth gaping wide and his head falls back once he’s fully inside of you.

now your head rests on his chest as you encourage him to move. he slowly pulls out then back in with a powerful thrust. you bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out. surley leaving a mark.

“ohmygod rin” you can’t help but chant out his name as his thrusts quicken. you were praying ami was still asleep or she would totally hear the sounds of his hips slapping into yours.

“shh. gotta be quiet, kay? don’t want your friend to hear you getting fucked by her big brother do you?” he clasped a hand over your mouth, you unconsciously squeezed him tighter. your eyes screwed shut tight.

“fuck. you’d probably like that wouldn’t you? want everyone to see how badly you want my dick?” he groans in a hushed tone, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper. he was loosing control.

he gripped onto your hips to stabilize his pace. you guys never broke eye contact as your mouth hung open silently, trying so hard to keep quiet. he smiles at how fucked out you already looked.

“rinnn” you whine.

“m’right here, pretty” he kisses you once again. one of your hands takes purchase in his (now) messy hair, the other one gripping onto his strong arm. you were sure you were clawing into him with your nails, but he didn’t seem to mind.

you were getting close already. he moaned into your mouth as you tightened around his cock. he fed you simple praises from his pretty mouth, encouraging you to cum.

your thighs tightened around his hips, wanting him to be even closer, if that was even possible.

“i got you, baby. let go” he whispers inbetween kisses.

he bites your lip as you cum on his cock, squeezing him in every possible way. you whine into his mouth, the kiss now turned so messy a bit of drool fell from your mouth.

he fucked you through your orgasm as you shake in his hold, he was holding back his own until you were satisfied. you started to mewl from the overstimulation of his veiny cock pounding into you.

he pulls out, pumping himself until he finishes on your thigh, letting out a hushed moan of your name from his lips, making you squeeze around nothing. both of you breathing heavily.

after you both cool down from your highs, he looks at you, full of admiration.

“you did amazing” he kisses your cheek.

once your mind fog clears, the realization hits you. you just fucked your childhood crush, your bestfriends brother. a part of you feels a little guilty, but the other part of you wants nothing more than to do it again.

he notices your hesitation, placing a gentle hand on your hair so soothe it down.

“hey, you okay?” he asks. you didn’t even notice when he had pulled his pants back up, or when he put your top back in place over your tits.

you give him a soft smile.

“i’m okay” you assure him.

“good” he smiles back, he grabs a nearby kitchen cloth and wipes off his spend from your thigh.

“gross, rin. people use that towel” you scold.

he just shrugs “i’ll throw it in the wash”

you both knew in your heads you couldn’t tell anyone about this.

it was your little secret.

suddenly, rintarou’s phone lights up from across the counter. he puts your panties back in place, grabbing your sleep shorts and putting your legs through them so you could put them back on. he snatches his phone for you both to see.

‘WEATHER WARNING: all schools in the area shut down for another two weeks’ the notification read.

your eyes widen. looks like you’d be staying at the suna’s house for a lot longer than you thought.

the next morning

“ouch, looks like your girl maimed you” ami laughs over her waffles. you sit next to her, pouring the syrup over your own. rin almost chokes on his food and your head snaps up.

“what?” he says with a mouthful of bacon. ami points to the scratches on his arm and the literal bite mark on his shoulder. your eyes go wide. you made sure to wear a hoodie to cover your own marks.

“aww rin hooked up with a wolf!” you add, trying not to raise suspicion. he squints his eyes at you, swallowing his food.

at least he had the decency to wipe down the counter before we ate.

“something like that” you eye eachother before turning back to your breakfast.

this was gonna be a long stay.

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a/n: i kinda wanna make this a mini series lollll lmk of you’d like a pt.2 (this is highkey ooc but idc!!! its fanfiction!!!! i love my fake man fr)

[sirfrogsworth]

Around 9pm, after the storm passed, I tried popping out to get some McDonald's. A quick 10 minute trip to get some pre-birthday nuggets.

When I got there it was pitch black. No power. The Steak n' Shake next door had power though. But I couldn't remember their menu and had rehearsed my McDonald's order. Less anxiety if you rehearse. So I check the GPS, there is another McDonald's 2 miles away.

Because it is America and of course we have one every 2 miles.

I drive over there, pitch black again. So I decided to go to the Jack in the Box down the street from my home. I get there and pull behind a car already ordering. The drive-thru speaker is broken and sounds like a voice going through a distortion pedal. In fact, I know some musicians who would probably pay handsomely for that speaker as an interesting vocal effect.

The guy started ordering stuff and the distorted disembodied voice kept telling him "Uh, we don't have that." He ordered a Sprite, she said "Uh, we have orange juice." I was going to order a Sprite with strawberry in it. So that was off my list. After 5 minutes of him trying to order things they actually had, he finished his order complete with 3 orange juices.

So, his Vitamin C is covered for a while.

I quickly rehearse my updated order and pull forward for my encounter with the distorted disembodied voice. She asked for my order and I loudly and clearly state my 3 simple items. She responds, "2 tacos and what now?" I loudly and clearly state my 2 simple items. "Would you like a combo? We only have orange juice." I reject the orange juice and the combo. "So you want 2 tacos and what again?"

You might understand why I don't frequent this establishment and prefer the powerless McDonald's.

I drive up to the window and pay. The now embodied non-distorted voice tells me to pull to the front and park. The parking lot is full and someone made the interesting decision to park, not in the disabled spot, but in the expanded wheelchair area *next* to the disabled spot.

Which meant they took up 3 spaces at once.

I wasn't even mad, I thought that was impressive.

Thankfully someone left soon after and I pulled in. They brought out my order almost immediately. Which made me wonder why they even made me park in the front. I could have waited 2 minutes and gotten my order at the window.

Whatever.

I still wanted a drink, but thankfully the Jack in the Box was connected to a giant gas station. So I went in there and they had a broader selection than orange juice. I found a Strawberry Fanta and headed to the register. I noticed a very depressed man shaking his head. All I heard was the employee saying, "I'm sorry we don't do that here." And then he looks like he is on the verge of tears, "I coulda swore you did." I then saw a wrinkled checkbook that had seen better days in his hand. I'm pretty sure he wanted to write the gas station a check in exchange for cash. I don't know why he thought that might work, but I'm guessing he was desperate. I felt sorry for him as he moped away. I paid for my Fanta and headed home.

And that was my 40 minute trip to two McDonald's, a Jack in the Box with only orange juice, and a gas station.

Also, I am officially 42 now.

[dollarbin]

Sandy Saturdays #10:

Blues Run the Game

When I was a kid there were two required initial steps to take if you wanted to one day rock: first, you had to learn how to play Stairway to Heaven. Then it was time to learn Blackbird.

I did neither; rather I borrowed my buddy Eric's spare acoustic and taught myself how to stumble through Knocking on Heaven's Door (G-D-C; G-D-C).

My approach is not recommended: my famous brother and my other, almost-as-famous, brother are both surely shredding on their six strings as we speak, their families gathered about them, rapt with awe, as they sing about the lady who's sure that all that glitters is gold and the poor blackbird's sunken eyes. Meanwhile, I'm sitting here, writing this.

(But I did recently witness a big deal version of Blackbird: the eighth grade at my school sang it with horrific, tuneless assembly requirement while their music teacher showed off his seventh grade level guitar licks, but at their center stood a committed, fearless/oblivious young woman who, I kid you not, busted out a whistled, note-perfect and full, blackbird warble at the song's end; surely that warble on The White Album is a field recording, not Paul whistling, right? But this was no field recording: the kid was on tweeting fire. I read this morning that some 14 year American boy just got a professional soccer contract for millions of dollars in England; Paul McCartney ought to offer the young woman at my school a similar contract, pronto.)

Well, anyway, neither Plant/Page's overblown, but still kinda killer (the drums!), epic or McCartney lovely yet paternalistic race anthem existed in 1965 when Sandy Denny, Nick Drake and Paul Simon were teaching themselves to be, well, Sandy Denny, Nick Drake and Paul Simon.

It's really too bad. Imagine Sandy singing Stairway to Heaven. Someway, somehow, she'd make it not sound cliche. While we're at it, imagine Sandy's perfect phrasing, volume, tempo and sense of self taking over altogether for Plant's shirtless, hollering ego.

(Don't panic, I enjoy a little Zeppelin now and again as much as the next white guy who writes a blog about his record collection, and we'll get to Plant and Denny's famous, dense and soaring, shared track on some upcoming Sandy Sunday).

And Nick Drake's version of Stairway to Heaven would be a joyful romp, no? In his hands we'd worry about the Piper rather than be warned against him.

Paul Simon, meanwhile, would revamp the entire chord structure, have 16 tracks on the demo and make Artie stand around, waiting for his turn to do something, anything, only on the last, trembling and drawn out phrase over cymbals, kettle drums and fifes: "and she's buying a stairway.... to heav......en."

But, since that song was yet to be written (Plant must have been about 7 in 65/66) there was a clear stand-in apprentice track for aspiring mid-60's Brits to work at: Blues Run the Game, Jackson C. Frank's lick heavy paean to room service gin. Simon, Denny and Drake all put their stamp on the song, Denny and Drake through home recordings and Simon through an early studio track.

We'll start with the original on this fine Saturday. Simon was there for the song's birthing; he's the producer here, which mostly seems to mean that he said "roll 'em" then looked away while the terrified Frank laid the song down live.

Frank's biography is ready for the Sophocles treatment; he and Oedipus could compare mournful notes, competing to see who had it worse from the gods.

Frank: "Look, Oedipus, I hear you about your mom and all, but did you survive a childhood fire that killed bunches of your peers? No? And was your precocious initial development followed by failed relationships, failed marriages, a terminally ill newborn son and decades of homelessness? No again? Quit trying to interrupt Oedipus; no one cares about your dad. Finally, were you blinded in one eye by errant, random fire from a teenager wielding a pellet gun? No? Well then, quit moping, and shrug it off dude!"

Poor Frank spent a lot of the seventies charging around Woodstock, NY, in his birthday suit, occasionally complimented by a sword and/or cape, his schizophrenic delusions overcoming him. All kidding aside, you gotta feel for the dude.

His tragic life makes his sad song, and his raw performance of it, all that much sadder. The full success of his leisurely, mournful pace also explains why Simon wisely shelved his own comparatively cheerful effort with Garfunkel:

Drake's performance, in turn, is studious and personal; he is trying to prove to himself that he's worthy to join the ranks of not just the quickly lost American, Frank, but also the full gamut of British performers who had the jump start on him, from the boy band ranks (Donovan, Cat Stevens, The Zombies) to the hersute bohemian ne'er do wells (John Renbourn, Richard Thompson, John Martyn) to the guys already living solidly on the astral plane (Heron/Williamson).

Clearly, the elegant Drake belonged in their club; indeed, once he took a deep breath and stuck out his comely head, he was everyone's better.

I don't know that Denny's take competes with Drake's or the original. But it's still damn good and it solidly serves its purpose: Denny sings this boy song boldly as a woman, and she presents it with her soon to be signature balance of power and grace.

Sandy dated Frank at the same point she privately laid down this track and Frank's other stone cold classic, Milk and Honey (a song that is worthy of its own future post). It seems as though Denny's dating decisions were not equal to her musical chops: she soon took a pass on the soon to be naked all the time Frank and shacked up with the world's tallest, most red-headed, dullard, Trevor Lucas.

Lucas, so far as we know, never donned a cape and charged around naked, so score one for Trevor. But he never wrote Sandy a good song, and Frank gave Denny two of them. What's more, Frank helped convince Sandy, during their time together, to quit nursing school and focus full time on music.

Good shot Jackson.

[trashbag-baby666]

Bighorn Mountain Side-Luztoye

Chapter Eleven.

Chapter Summary: this chapter may or may not be based off that one scene in Footloose. 🫣.

WC: 1,500

C/W: Bar fight, webgott being gross.

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George knew this was probably a bad idea but this was nothing he surely didn’t do back in Norfolk. So when Lieb mentioned driving into a bigger city to go dancing he was full game for it. Joe obliged to go with him with no hesitation.

Joe and George sat in the back of Joes beat up old Impala. “I don’t know if this is a good idea?” Joe spoke up.

“And what do you know about good ideas? Fuck. Joe we’ve all had fakes since we were like 15 they’re not gonna know.” Lieb rolled his eyes.

After about an hour of driving and small petty arguing they arrived in the downtown area of the bigger city. Lieb did a shitty parking job outside of the bar as they headed in. Joe slung an arm around George as they walked in.

George was swooning hard. Joe was wearing his sexy cowboy hat with a black button down with the sleeves rolled up.

“You’re literally the hottest person in here,” George whispered, pulling himself closer into Joe's chest. Running a hand up Joe's muscular arm.

“Mhm, maybe I can show you how hot you are later?” he smirked as he pressed his lips into Georges letting his hands wander down to Georges ass.

“Guys come on let's go dance!” Web pulled on George's arm as he pulled away from Joe.

“I’m gonna go grab something to drink, go out and shake it.” Joe’s mild western accent pulling through.

“Well I can’t go shake it if I’m not shaking it with you.” George pouted.

“I got two left feet George, I’ll just be in your way steppin’ on your toes.” Joe sighed looking down at George, not only could Joe not dance, one of his feet wasn’t even real.

“Every time!” Lieb protested, sharing a pointed scowl at Joe.

“I’m gonna get a drink, go out there and have fun.” Joe tucked his hands in his Jean pockets. He didn’t want to hold George back from having a good time.

“Come on George, he can join us later,” Lieb pulled him away from Joe.

Joe clapped the other Joe on the back leading him away, “What’s the matter with you? Huh? We drove two hours to get here. Are you just gonna stand around here and mope?” Liebs words had bite in them, it was enough that they were all holding up Joe's lie.

“Look, I don't dance! Alright? I don’t dance!” Joe shook his head looking down at Lieb. Then they both looked out to where their boyfriends hopped in the line dance.

“Okay I can’t dance.” He whispered to Lieb ashamed of himself.

Lieb looked up at his friend with an exaggerated face.

“I don’t.” Joe shook his head.

Lieb nodded, “Well it’s country line dancing! It’s a white man's wet dream. Come on.” Lieb started walking away, Joe following close behind.

The two walked over to where they taught people how to dance.

This had Joe big frowning.

“Excuse me miss?” Lieb asked the instructor.

“Hey y’all need to learn some new moves?” She smiled, turning to look at the pair.

Joe looked over at Lieb.

“Ah shit you’re gonna drop me off at daycare while you go dance with the boys!” Joe threw a fit, he didn’t want to just miss out on the fun of the night.

“Just learn a box step or two? Then come find us.” Lieb smacked him on the shoulder then ran off leaving Joe alone.

He looked and watched the girl showing them to dance.

“Just fall right in alright?” She looked at him.

“Alright,” he nodded, “Alright I guess maybe I should go get my drink on first? You got girls who walk around and give you shots between their boobies?” Joe asked his hands on his hips. His hetero side jumping out, it was more of a dumb joke than anything.

“No sir we don’t have that here,” she smiled and shook her head.

“Well ya should,” Joe shrugged and tapped to the beat. Then walked off to get a drink and walked back over to the surrounding bar finding his friends to watch.

He felt a pang of guilt against his chest, was he letting George down? He didn’t want to let George down.

The three line dancing Joe enjoys watching George move his hips like that. Lieb looked like a somewhat sore thumb amongst the others. His white shirt and skinny jeans with his converse as he danced. He always looked like a sore thumb in the great state of Wyoming.

“Come on Joe, it's fun!” George dashed over to his boyfriend.

“I don’t drink and dance,” Joe shook his head with a smile.

“So you’re just gonna sit around like a dork the whole night?“ George made his puppy eyes.

“I’d rather be a dork than a dancing dork, yeah.” Joe offered a smile to the boy.

George grabbed his boyfriend by the collar and pulled him in for a long kiss.

“Woah,” Joe blushed when he pulled away. George laughed and grabbed his hat off of him, putting it on and running off joining his friends again.

“Hey I got hat hair!” Joe smiled looking at George as he made eye contact with Joe and circled his hips around. Showing off his thick thighs and cake that he knew Joe loved.

“Oooh,” Joe pursed his lips. George skipped off and joined the other pair spinning each other around. Lieb grabbed George’s hand and spun him, earning a laugh from Joe.

Everyone danced around and George found a guy to dance with just for fun. He had dirty blonde hair and a small nose.

Joe frowned seeing this.

Joe took a long swig of his beer and marched over as the man got handsy with him putting his hands on George’s ass.

“Hey shit kicker! That’s my boy you’re groping.” He pushed him off of George.

“Woah, Joe we’re just dancing!” George put his hands up in defense.

“And what are you doing dancing with another man while you’re wearing my hat? Okay that’s disrespectful!” Joe took his black cowboy hat off of George.

“Look, why don’t you go baby sit this boy's wallet and fetch me a beer?” The man scoffed at Joe.

“Hey I got a better idea why don’t I kick your teeth in and grin while I’m doing it.” Joe put his hat back on and pointed at the other man.

“Hey there will be no fighting, you don’t even know this guy!” George yelled at his boyfriend, turning and staring down Joe. Sure, they had known each other for maybe two months but Joe knew George inside and out and all of his looks.

“Hey, why don’t you tell this guy to get the hell out of my face!” Joe pointed at him before the other guy landed a punch on Joe's face knocking him to the ground.

“Come on darling. Why don’t you party with a real man and hit this hay.” He grabbed George’s wrist as George went to go check on Joe. The guy grabbed George's arm.

“Let go,” George barked at the guy as he pulled his arm away. He wasn’t even thinking as he turned and grabbed a beer bottle without a second thought smashing it over the guy's head.

George was not the one for violence but no one talked about Joe like that.

“Animal,” George barked at the man. George helped Joe up the bouncer quickly, throwing the pair out, Web and Lieb following.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Joe shook his head as they got back into Liebs car.

“Yeah and he punched you.” George said matter of factly.

“I could have held my own. You don’t need to fight my fights.” Joe wasn’t mad, he just wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if George were to get hurt because of Joe's own stupidity.

“Look it’s over now and I don’t want to fight about it,” George rested his hand on Joe's arm giving it a gentle squeeze. He looked at Joe with gentle fawn eyes, the sprinkle of freckles poking through. Staring Joe down in the dark and daring Joe to pepper kisses all over his freckles.

Joe loved to kiss the freckles on his shoulders.

“Do you guys wanna go to Dennys?” Lieb turned around in the car looking at them as the two practically eye fucked each other.

“Wow, I wish we could go back to the honeymoon phase, Web.” Lieb laughed, punching Web in the shoulder.

“Maybe we could if you weren’t so abusive,” Web squeezed Liebs upper thigh the other boy letting out a yelp.

“Ew stop, now let's go eat some breakfast food.” Joe kicked the back of Webs seat.

[moon-meerkat]

also. if your friend is venting too much to the point it's upsetting you, you need to tell them! you don't have to be a cunt about it but for the love of god don't keep it in til it explodes. when i was 17-18 i would not stfu about this one guy i was feeling very intensely about. to him i was a friend he wanted to make out with. to me he was ??? like i was so absurdly confused about this all the time. and not only did we have different views and wants in regards to relationships, i'd never had a serious one and was questioning if i'm aroace (still haven't and still am) and had a super unrealistic view of relationships (bc of fiction and how i was raised and grew up). this started right before the pandemic so the whole thing being online made it impossible to know my full feelings on the situation. he'd recently told my bff that he didn't want a serious relationship at the moment, and to me then that was the only option i'd try. and every so often i'd hear of him flirting w other ppl. and he's friends with some of the boys who bullied me in middle school (i have c-ptsd). so i DECIDED i wasn't gonna date him and just waited for him to get tired of me. this went on for a year. then out of nowhere he showed up dating some girl, and didn't talk to me for the 2 weeks they dated. then he went to talk to me again and to me this confirmed i was a backup plan. then i ghosted him and moped about the situation for several months. (a year after getting over it i got sad about it again and met up w him and we made up but that's another story). throughout all of this, i talked to my bff about it all the time, partly bc he knew the guy, partly bc i wanted to tell him and needed to vent and thought we were bonding, partly bc i was confused, partly bc i was new to the emotional vulnerability of sharing, partly bc my thoughts and anxiety were too much for me and partly bc i got addicted to asking others how to respond to texts i got instead of just saying what i wanted. then i realised i was using up a fuckton of our time talking with stuff about this guy, and started asking my bff to please never hesitate to tell me his stuff, and hey you can talk to me about anything! please, i'm here for you! i didn't wanna just stop talking about this and i wanted to be a good friend and i wanted reciprocity. my bff recently fought with me and said that at that time, the thing that was bothering him WAS my excessive wondering and venting. he said that me overwhelming him was what he vented to to his mom, and that he just couldn't tell me this. the venting from the 2 years i wasted on that guy are his biggest grievance in our friendship. and i regret all of it, ofc. leaning on my bff so hard that i overwhelmed him for so long, it's a horrible thing to realise i did. i regret the situation itself too, obv, it would've been better to make a dumb mistake than stay in an ambiguous situation and worry about it so much i fucked it up way worse. but the damage i did to my bff... obv i wish i could take it all back, and even if he didn't tell me, to some degree i should've known. but because it went on for as long as it did, and went unaddressed for as long as it did, it caused a way bigger dent in our friendship than it would've for him to just tell me then. he kept this beneath the surface for so long while i thought it was fine, and it was so bad that when it added up with more recent stuff he just blew up on me with so much piled up. he never told me i was damaging our friendship and now i worry it's beyond repair.

TLDR: COMMUNICATE

also a lot of the other stuff he fought me over is regarding some stuff i do in my life that he doesn't understand, but instead of ASKING me why i do stuff he just made up his own theories and believed them. and i told him this and he said he couldn't ask bc i'd get defensive when like. no? just don't be a dick about it. ask bc you wanna know my answer, not bc you think you know the answer. and he did some fucked shit too, a lot of it BECAUSE of this lack of communication and understanding. anyway he doesn't recognize he fucked up too and didn't really acknowledge my apology and i can't have a calm conversation w him about it bc he will start to practically yell at me. and like ik i took a long ass time to see what i did wrong but like goddamn dude some of this is obvious.

“stop traumadumping to your friends tell this to your therapist” my god they paywalled human connection

[ashwhowrites]

Ask her part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Buckle up, we've got a hell of a ride

18+ no real smut but suggestive language, and a girl fight

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The weekend was over and everyone was back to being pissed off on a Monday morning, especially Y/N. She was exhausted and drained. She didn't want to admit it to herself or Robin, but she missed Eddie so badly. She hates that she's not in charge of how she feels. She hates that she keeps wishing he would suddenly pull his head out of Chrissy's small skirt and see she was here all along. After all, they are best friends. Couldn't he see how good they could be? "Alright, You moped all weekend, last week, and the week before that. You are done starting today. " Robin said, pressing herself against the locker near Y/N. "Robin, we have been over this. I am fine. " Y/N sighed but shut her locker with a smile on her face, trying to fool Robin. "It really harms me that you think I can't see how fake that smile is, and I don't appreciate liars." Robin replied with a smile of her own, one that's cocky and teasing. Before Y/N could respond, a voice called from down the hall. Chrissy's voice.

"Y/N!" was yelled, more like screeching from the end of the hallway. Y/N's head quickly whipped to see a Chrissy marching her way to Y/N's locker. "This should be good." When Y/N glared over, Robin quickly dropped her smile. "What do you want, Chrissy?" Y/N just wanted to get to the point so she could get on with her day and ignore all of this teenage drama. She truly believed she would be better than the typical girl who fell in love with her best friend and became entangled in a love triangle. "I just thought you would like to know that Eddie dumped me last night." Y/N felt a smile slowly appear on her face. She tried to not let it show. “I am so sorry to hear that. "Goodbye." Y/N replied as she began to walk down the hallway, but came to a stop when Chrissy yanked her arm. "I am talking to you." She sneered. "Get your hands off of me or I will shove your pom-poms-" She was cut off by Robin yanking Chrissy's arm off of Y/N, "I wouldn't do that again." Chrissy dropped her hands in an innocent gesture. "Why is it my fault, Chrissy? Because everything else is, right? I mean, it's my fault you two even met and became friends. I basically handed you him on a platter, and like an animal, you snatched him up the first second you got. " Y/N and Chrissy were head to head now. Both gazes are filled with similar emotions: anger, betrayal, and a tint of hurt. Neither noticed the huge crowd starting to form.

"Let me ask you this, Chrissy, when the HELL did you even begin to like Eddie? When your ex-boyfriend made his life a living hell for him, when your friends giggle behind his back? Don't you remember all the things you would say about him? You couldn't believe that I would like someone like him. You said him, as if he was worth less than a human being. Chrissy, that boy is it for me. He was it for me. And you just took him. " Y/N's voice was going in and out; some parts were strong and some were weak. Her eyes were clouded with wet tears, but she would not cry in front of her. She does not deserve that satisfaction. "Look, you can't blame me for taking my shot at a single boy. He isn't yours to claim. " Chrissy's words just angered Y/N more. "To claim? He is not a pawn for you to own! He is beautiful, so creative, smart, funny, and loving. He's more than what you see in him, more than you would ever see in him. He isn't meant to be with you. You don't even know his favorite song, or Wayne's favorite mug. You don't know the names of his Hellfire characters Have you ever heard him sing? Do you know anything about it other than what his mouth tastes like? " Robin let out a small deep breath "Babes, let's bring it down." But Y/N did not care one bit. If Chrissy wanted a fight, she was going to get a fight. "You do not get to have everything. You don't get to be head cheerleader, prom queen, straight A student, loved by everyone, the queen, and able to be with Eddie. You have it all, Chrissy. Why couldn't you just let me have this one thing? " By now, the tears were falling. She hates that she doesn't even know when they started. But seeing Chrissy's bitchy exterior begin to crack made it worth it. Chrissy was finally beginning to feel guilty. Maybe because she knew she ruined her chance to truly get to know Eddie, maybe because she kept two people away that were made for each other, or maybe because she was breaking multiple hearts at once. The halls were silent. Everyone was staring at the girls, waiting to hear the last word.

 Then Y/N felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked at Robin, but Robin looked behind her. She realized the hand was firm, large, and cold pieces of metal stung her skin through her shirt. "Baby," he whispered so quietly, she couldn't even tell if he was truly there. But the sensation of his breath passing through her skin and ears told her otherwise. "Please, Eddie, not now." And before she knew it, she ran.

Eddie looked at Robin with a silent nod and said, "I'll be there in one second." Then he set his brown eyes on Chrissy. "Eddie I..I." "What the fuck did I tell you? I told you to stay the hell away from her. " That same cold tone was back. Chrissy almost wished he would just yell; it might've been less scary. "You used to think of me the same way everyone else did, huh?" "Eddie, it wasn't like that." Chrissy tried to explain, but Eddie did not have the energy for more of her lies. "Stop fucking lying through your teeth. I can't believe you knew she would be the girl for me, and you didn't even give her the chance to tell me. She deserved that chance, Chrissy, and she sure as hell deserved it more than you. " "Stay away from both of us." He added as he followed the direction of Y/N.

It turned out to be a lot easier to find Y/N than he thought. She was leaning against his van, hands covering her face and shoulders shaking. "Baby, come on." He opened his passenger door and led her in. He ran to the other side and slid into the driver's seat. No words were said as he pulled out of the parking lot. Soft music, on low, plays through his banged-up speakers. He kept his eyes on the road, but he felt her gaze on him.

 She knew she shouldn't be in his van staring at him. All her hurt and tears were caused because of him, and yet, here she is running back into his arms. She was weak, but he made everything feel better when she was like this. She had no one else to run to. No one got her like he did, and vice versa. She knew he felt guilty, but he deserved to. Selfishly, she wanted him to feel even worse than he did—heartbroken even. But how can you ignore someone as gorgeous as he was? His eyes were child-like, always full of life and excitement. His hair was crazy and curly; she dreamt of running her hands through it as they lay under the stars. His hands, oh his hands, were so big, veiny, and firm. His hand always swallowed hers when she dragged him to every store at the mall. His arms always held comfort. All the problems in the world didn't exist when she was wrapped up in him. His fingers were always accessorized in metal jewelry. Half the rings came from her. She smiled at the fact that he never takes them off. She used to have to take them off each finger before they went to bed. She wonders if he has been remembering to take them off the past few weeks, as she hasn't been around. Even his smell, which lingered on her clothes, filled her with warmth. She never knew she could love the smell of weed, cigarettes, and cologne enough to cover it all. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice when they pulled up to his trailer. Her door opened and a smiling Eddie stood on the other side. "Follow me, m'lady." He followed with a bow.

He led her to his bed, freshly cleaned to get rid of any trace of Chrissy. She silently sat next to him, hands in her lap, eyes trained on the floor. "Let's talk this out. I miss you." He said as he reached his hand over to hers. And just like that, his hand swallowed hers, and the tears fell. "Oh baby, no don't cry." He leaned on the floor in front of her. His hands held her cheeks. She sniffled.

"Why Eddie? What makes her so special?" Hearing how hurt, broken, and insecure she sounded broke his heart. "I didn't know she knew how you felt, baby. I would never have gotten with her if I knew how you felt. " "I know, but it still feels like you picked her. I mean, fuck, she's Chrissy and I'm just me. " He shook his head. "No, she's just Chrissy, you are you! I am in love with you because you are my best friend. You helped me with Hellfire. You co-wrote most of the band's songs. You knew everything about me and still chose to pick me. This is the time I get it right. This is the time I pick you. " Her heart fluttered at his words. "Eddie, I need more than words from you. I'm still hurt. And once you knew about my feelings, you just made fun of them.” His fingers were delicately swiping the wetness from under her eyes. He nodded along, listening closely. "And I am deeply sorry for all of that, but I promise I will make this up to you." He kissed her cheek "Enough for today; how about we get some sleep? Nothing beats the day like a good ditching school nap." He smiled cheekily as she laughed. She quickly changed into one of his old shirts, back towards him, but the sight still made him blush. He removed his own shirt and pants, sliding under the covers. She joined, and he blushed deeper, knowing she only didn't have pants on when her legs entangled with his. They've done this before, but knowing how they each feel for one another, it felt different, it felt closer.

The next morning, some things were back to being the same. Y/N didn't ignore Eddie, but she still hadn't been around him as much as he hoped. But he knows he has to give her space, which allows him to think of his plan to fix everything.

 Step 1: Pick up the pieces of her broken heart.

 Eddie found Y/N and Robin talking at her locker, deeply in thought. "Excuse me, ladies." Eddie said as he sprinkled pieces of red and pink construction paper all over the floor at Y/N feet. "Um, Eddie, what are you doing?" She asked, confused as she peered down at him. "Well my love, these pieces of paper here are to represent your heart. And a good old friend of yours once told me I needed to pick them up with my own hands, so," he continued as he picked every single piece up off of the floor. I pocket the scraps with a proud smile. Robin gave him an approved nod and a smile. "That's so cheesy." Y/N, but he could hear the tease in her words. A smile and blush appeared on her face. "And the pieces will be safe and sound in this pocket as I work to put it together." He pecked her cheek and raced down the hall to catch one of the hellfire boys.

 "What the hell was that?" She turned to Robin, still surprised by the sweet action. "It looks like he's getting his head back in the correct place. And might I say, I give the best advice. " Robin added with a proud smile. She hooked her arms around Robins and laughed as they went down the hallway to class.

Step 2:Take her by surprise.

 "Let's go on a date. Just you and me. " Eddie blurted out of nowhere. Y/N almost choked on the blunt she was smoking. "Are you high?" She laughed. "Technically yes, but I know I want to go on a date with you. I'm making this up for you, remember? So, a date that I'll plan to make you feel special. Like you deserve." She doesn't know if it was the weed, the heat of his room, or him, but she felt like she was on fire. Eddie is always unpredictable, never knowing what he has planned or what he's going to say. But this is what she wanted, right? So she wasn't going to question it and think it over. She was going with her heart. "Yes."

 A few hours later, she wished she had asked more questions. She has no idea what to wear, how to do her hair, how much makeup is acceptable, or what shoes to wear. "You are stressed out. Let's just breathe. " Robin encouraged him from the bed. "Robin, I cannot just breathe. This is a date with Eddie!" she exclaimed and threw herself on her bed. Robin laughed and added, "Exactly, it's Eddie. He isn't going to care how you look." Y/N knew Robin was right, but she was still filled with nerves. "I should have asked for details. I need to know what we are doing to plan ahead. " She huffed out, "Either way, he's going to tear off whatever you wear and make up smeared, so don't try so hard." Robin was met with a punch in the shoulder. "I am not fucking him on the first date!" She laughed, a blush growing across her cheeks. Robin just gave her a look and wiggled her eyebrows. Well, now Y/N was even more nervous.

Step 3: Demonstrate your desire for her

 Y/N finally decided on a simple outfit. Knowing Eddie, it would be a casual date, quiet and alone. She wore her favorite pair of jeans and a sweater that Eddie bought her for Christmas one year. She left her hair natural and did very simple makeup. She decided to dress as she would for school. Not over the top, but enough to show she did put in an effort. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her front door. Confused as to who would be knocking at her door, she raced down. When she opened the door, she was face-to-face with Eddie. Not just any Eddie, but an Eddie with his hair tied back in a low bun. He had lost the curls covering his forehead and framing his face. A bright smile on his face, pink cheeks, and teeth gleaming. He was in a band tee, with his usual leather jacket placed on his arms and ripped jeans that hugged his small waist. She felt the drool going down her chin at this point. "Well baby, it's not polite to stare or leave a gentleman on your front step." "He said with a cheeky smile. He feels confident in how he looks to get her speechless. She huffed, "Yeah right." "Come on in." She was embarrassed to have been caught, but he wasn't wrong. Then she noticed a bouquet of roses. "And these are for you." Now his cheeky smile was gone, replaced with a shy smirk. hands gripping the flowers tightly. She smiled and took them from his hands. "Thank you, Eds. They are beautiful. She ran to the kitchen to put them in a vase right away. The red was beautiful, but one caught her eye-"the white one?" She questioned Eddie silently kicked his foot forward with a small shrug, "I wanted one to stand out. kinda like how you do to me. " She giggled at his cheesiness. "Aw, Ed's so romantic," she said as she pinched his cheeks. "Okay, okay, enough." He laughed as he grabbed her hands off of his face and laced his hand with hers.

Step 4: Kiss the girl

Feeling more excited than ever, Eddie was pacing backstage. He kept peaking his head out of the curtain to make sure she was still there. Every time he caught her eye, she'd smile and send a wave. He knew she wouldn't just get up and leave, but he was still terrified at the possibility.

As the lights went down and the crowd cheered, Eddie and the band made their way out. He winked at his girl sitting on her bar stool and took her place in the center. " Tonight we are playing a new song, an original, and it's dedicated to my beautiful girl." His eyes locked on hers, and she gasped. She did not think the new song was written by him or for her. She sat up straighter and listened throughout the whole song.

As the show ended, she couldn't sit still in her seat. She wanted to wrap her arms around Eddie and kiss him until they couldn't breathe. She felt her body heat up. The sight of him sweating and playing the guitar was always a sight to see. But she used to have to hide this attraction, but now she could act on it, and she definitely planned to. The second she felt his breath hit her ear, she turned around and threw her arms over his neck. He was caught off guard by the sudden action but smiled. "Did you like it?" She could hear the insecurity in his voice. He was nervous that his sudden vulnerability might backfire on him. She couldn't put it into words, so she went with action instead. She slowly leaned in, her eyes boring into his. letting him know what she was influencing. His eyes went huge when their noses touched. They both thought this was it. I am not sure who leaned in the furthest, but before they knew it, their lips touched. They smashed their bodies as close to one another as they could. She felt his chains on his pants dig into her bare thighs, but she didn't care. She could feel the rumble of his moan against her chest, causing her to gasp. Eddie took advantage of her surprise and slipped his warm tongue into her mouth. He hummed at the taste of her cherry gloss, beer, and mint gum. She felt her insides burn as she tasted his tongue. It was soft but firm. He took control of the kiss. Putting his hands on her waist, he tugged her even closer. Losing air, he began to pull away. But she chased his lips and pecked as he pulled away. "That was." But he had no words. Neither did she. A kiss that was long in the making. She smiled and yanked his hair closer to her. A groan ripped from his throat and lust filled his eyes. "Kiss me again, pretty boy." He felt his jeans get tight at the name. She was going to be the death of him.

Step 5: Pick the right girl

 

Ever since that Tuesday night at the hideout, they have been all over each other. The Hellfire boys gag as they kiss at lunch. Robin teases Eddie about how he basically devours Y/N's mouth every morning at their locker. And well, Chrissy felt a pain in her chest every time Y/N made Eddie blush and smile.

 

She knew they were going to get together. The whole reason Eddie broke up with her was so he could be with Y/N, but that doesn't stop the bitterness and pain seeing him move on causes. She needed to know if there was any room left in his heart to forgive her. She understood what she did was wrong, but she didn't want him to hate her. She finally found Eddie alone, waiting outside of the hellfire room. She guessed it had just ended as she was leaving practice at the same time. She silently walked up to him with a nervous smile. "Hey Eddie, can we talk?" The look she received was not friendly nor inviting. She felt herself shrink under it. "Nothing to talk about." He huffed out as he straightened his back, making him even taller than her. "I just want to say I'm really sorry. You guys look so happy and I'm sorry I tried to ruin that." She sounded so genuine that Eddie started to soften. "I mean, it's not okay and what you did was wrong, but I'll make amends." A smile lit up her face, and she hugged him. He got stiff and patted her back. Chrissy knew it was so wrong to do it, but being this close to him again caused her to remember how close they used to be. She couldn't stop herself in time when she leaned on her tiptoes and kissed his lips.

 

Eddie went frozen in shock. His brain wasn't understanding what the hell was going on. Before his brain could catch up with his actions, he heard a small voice. "Eddie?" It squeaked out. It was almost like it was hard to say. He knew that voice; it was Y/N. He yanked his hand away from Chrissy. Panic set in as he made eye contact with her. She was already crying, pain and betrayal laced in her eyes. "Baby, it's not what you think." He stated as he grabbed her hands. He felt relieved when she didn't pull away. She looked up at him closely. "She kissed me. You have to believe me. " He pleaded.

 

She could hear the genuineness in his voice. She knew Eddie better than anyone, and she knew he was not a cheater. Seeing him terrified and nervous raised anger in her. But not at him, at Chrissy. Once again, she was trying to rip them apart, and this time, she wasn't going to let her win. She yanked her hands out of Eddie's, ignoring his whimper at her actions. She marched up to Chrissy and smacked her clear across the face. Chrissy and Eddie gasped. The silent hallways echoed with the sound of Y/N's right hand connecting to Chrissy's cheek. "I mean it, you stay the fuck away from my boyfriend." Chrissy quickly ran away, crying and holding her cheek. Eddie whistled as Y/N turned back to him. "Boyfriend, huh?" He teased. But the smile quickly fell when he saw the dark look in Y/N's eyes. "I think I need to remind everyone of who you belong to, pretty boy." She grabbed his hand and yanked him into the nearest bathroom. Once again, his cock twitched in his jeans, hearing the name. By God, he hopes she'll forever call him pretty boy.

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[batsarebetterthanpeople]

I don't like the popular headcannon that Izzy is going to seek Stede out because Ed has gone off the rails even for him because it just doesn't make sense. Like what could Ed do that would possibly be off the rails for Izzy when clearly Izzy is positively delighted with murder and forced auto cannibalism and marooning and gang pressing. The only thing I can think is going up against an opponent like the British or French navy while under armed and understaffed, something that Ed may be forced into given that he escaped the British Naval academy, but not something I think that survival mode Kraken Ed would do willingly.

So anyway I only really see one line in the sand for Izzy, a line that Ed is unlikely to cross because fuck would that be the stupidest thing he could possibly do with only 4 employees(Fang Izzy Jim and Frenchie), and even if they give him magic leather daddy extras that appear from the eather when needed or they make a pit stop to pick up some goons it still would be pretty fucking dumb. He's done it before but then he had a near death experience about it I think he's unlikely to do it again.

Also, apperantly I need to remind some people that this whole Kraken turn is a last ditch effort to keep Izzy happy. He's trying to keep Izzy loyal and the rest of the crew ruled by fear. He's not the kraken because he's sad or for fun. He's the kraken because he is currently watching his fucking step.

But even if you disagree that he's unlikely to go up against such an opponent why the fuck would Izzy seek out Stede. In Izzy's mind Stede and Ed being together is a fate worse than death for Ed. Izzy believes Stede to be a corrupting influence. Izzy fucking hates Stede. If Stede is the only thing that will make it better Izzy has proven time and time again that he's content for it to get worse. He brought the British Navy into the republic of Pirates for fucks sake. Why would this stubborn man risk Ed trying to quit piracy again? Why would he risk him becoming the namby pamby in the silk gown when he could just as easily sacrifice both himself and Ed at the altar of Blackbeard's legacy? It just doesn't make sense to me for Izzy's character. If there was ever a mistake for Izzy to stubbornly double down on over and over and over again this is it. Even if Izzy starts to see it as a mistake, which I see as unlikely at best, he has to double down. Otherwise he lost a toe for nothing. Otherwise he threatened to kill the only man he has a meaningful relationship with for shits and giggles. Otherwise he called down the wrath of the largest military in the world for no fucking reason.

Now, I will give credit where it's due. I could see Izzy getting sick of Ed's moping and deciding to find him a rebound. He clearly believes in dicknotization and the power of reminding Ed that there were men before Bonnet (Calico Jack, anybody?). He could hypothetically seek out one of Ed's other exes or even just a guy who looks kinda like Stede that Izzy finds more palatable. But the odds of him finding Stede requires Izzy to a) see what he's doing as a mistake; b) admit to that mistake and admit he needs help correcting it; c) decide that the thing he spent all of season 1 trying to prevent is some how better than what's going on right now and; d) not try to come up with an alternative that is better for him than both those options. I just don't think that he'd ever do such a thing.

[xgothixsx]

Tonight is my lucky night (Carlos Olivera x reader)

here’s another one! This one is nice and fluff for you so, enjoy

word count; 1,707

pairing; Carlos Olivera x reader

Carlos was out drinking and just generally having a good time with himself, he had originally went out with some friends but a lot of them had to leave to go back home to their girlfriends; which only made the fun drinking turned into moping around and thinking while drinking he was the only one without a girl at home; he could try with Jill but he knows better she had feelings for a different man and he knew this but there was another girl he could try. (Y/n) she’s a former officer turned BSAA agent, he met her soon after he also joined the organization taking orders to move to latin america area only coming back to the USA for some jobs and or to visit his friends; she was a star to look at, her (h/l) (h/c) hair, her soft (s/c) skin, and then obviously the best part of any woman in his eyes- her soft (e/c) eyes that feel like she could pierce your soul; she was a real gem for sure but would she think of him like that? He doesn’t know and frankly even the drunk him didn’t want to know. “Hey Carlos!” He heard his name coming from behind him, he turned around and saw Jill and her friend Chris, he smiled. “Hey valentine!” He said waving at her as he watched the two of them walk up to him. “You okay man?” Chris chimed in as he patted Carlos’ shoulder making the slightly smaller man laugh. “I’m okay just going to the next bar” He stated shaking his head. “Mind if we join ?” Jill hummed as she smiled, Carlos shook his head and smiled waving at them to follow him; he would love some company right now. They entered another bar, this one was a lot quieter than the rest of them, having a much more upper class kind of feel without it actually being upper class. They looked around as they ordered their first drink; Jill and Chris went off about something Carlos wasn’t really paying attention only say ‘yeah’ and ‘mhm’ every now and again, but then his eyes stopped as he spotted (y/n) on the other side of the bar, clearly intoxicated,  getting flirted on by a clearly almost sober guy trying to get her to leave the bar. The other two spotted it and slowly moved away from Carlos so he didn’t feel obligated to stay away; they knew he at least found the agent a little attractive so might as well let him play hero. “No, I’ve told you so many times I’m not leaving with you” (y/n) said clearly upset that this man kept trying to take her out of the bar, she was dressed nice in a beautiful (f/c) short dress with matching heels, her hair pulled back in a beautiful braid she looked like she had gotten ready for a date and it didn’t go as planned. “Come on doll; just come home with me” The man said again now trying to physically pull the woman away from the bar. “Hey pal! She said no. now go fuck yourself and get out of here” Carlos said his voice getting a little louder and more aggressive to get the guy to back off which worked as Carlos watched the guy jump and shallow hard realizing who he was quickly leaving. “T-thanks Carlos” (y/n) said as she ordered another drink, Carlos walked over completely placing his hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?” He said as he noticed that she had been crying, taking the new drink away watching the woman whine a little and then finally give up, though he couldn’t admit that hearing her whine was kind of cute. “Not really… I was supposed to be on a date right now, but he never showed up” She said gulping, looking down in shame, making Carlos feel some sort of anger, sadness, why is he feeling this way? “Hey maybe we should get you home before that happens again” He stated, raising his eyebrow flashing her his signature smile, holding his hand out for her, this making the drunken woman smile back at him and giggling a little before taking the hand in front of her. “Okay… thank you” She whispered as he helped her up and walked her out of the bar. Walking down the street, still holding onto her hand, he would let go if she wanted him to but instead she intertwined their fingers as they walked. “So what brings you back? I thought you went back to…” She trailed off making Carlos chuckle shaking his head. “Latin america? I’m still there. I just had a little bit of a vacation and decided to come visit some friends” He started looking at her, seeing her frown a little. “You didn’t come see me?” She questioned as she hiccuped; letting go of his hand and slinged her arm around his shoulders as the man now helps her walk. “I didn’t know you were in town, i thought you were out on a job” He said laughing a little as they made it to her apartment building. He helped her up to her apartment hearing her babble a little about random things and assuring random pass bys that he was a friend trying to get her home. He unlocked her door pushing it open and turning on the light, looking around at the well decorated clean apartment which beats a lot of the agents’ places that he knows. “Come on let's get you to bed” He said, helping the now half asleep woman down the hall to her bedroom, putting her down on the bed. “Wait..” She said, reaching out for him again, tugging on his sleeve. “What?” He said softly as he looked into (y/n)’s (e/c) eyes with a soft caring look. “Will you help me change?” She asked as she hugged him, making him sigh, he doesn’t want someone thinking he took advantage of this situation because he’s not like that but she also clearly can’t do too much on her own like this. “Fine, tell me where your pajamas are” He says, hugging her back- giving her a small squeeze. “In the drawer second to the top of that dresser” She said pointing to a beautiful dark oak dresser, this woman has an amazing taste in furniture like she does in clothes. “Okay” He said walking over to it, opening the drawer, she told him to see a bunch of underwear and bras quickly closing it; his face turning red, he tried the drawer above it and finally found pjs. He pulled out a (f/c) color pair of soft pants and a black tank top coming back to the bed where she was. He kneeled down next to her, taking off her shoes, reaching up and looking away, his face burning bright red as he pulled down her stockings; he cleared his throat as the woman started giggling. “Come on don’t be weird about it” Y/n said in between giggling as she grabbed his hands stopping them at her knees. She had always liked the long shaggy haired man in front of her, but when he left it felt like her heart was broken, she never got the chance to tell him how she felt, she had first met him in Raccoon City and then grew closer to him afterward but then he was gone; she doesn’t know why now but she feels like it’s the only time she’ll be able to get her feelings off her chest before he disappears again. “Carlos I have something to say to you” She said gulping as she looked into his soft brown eyes. “Yes?” He questioned smirking a little as an eyebrow raised. She was starting to rethink this. Maybe she shouldn’t say anything, or should she just go straight for it? She gulped before bending down and kissing the man in front of her placing one hand on his cheek and the other on the side of his neck, she felt him freeze up making her think that she messed up, before she could pull away though Carlos started to kiss her back his hands moving, one to the back of her head and the other to her side. Moving her to lay down on her back with him on top, they continued to make out; his hands moving around and squeezing different parts of (y/n)’s body; of course she kicked the rest of her stockings off of her legs and with everything else her dress started to move up her hips and now laid on her waist exposing her entire lower half of her body. As she started to grind against the man on top of her feeling how hard he was; Carlos snapped back and pushed away panting seeing the woman under him breathless and frowning. “Why did you stop?” She whined a little, making Carlos feel just how tight his pants were getting. “I can’t do this…” He said seeing how heartbroken the woman was under him. “I can’t do this like this” He clarified, still seeing how upset she still is. “I like you (y/n) but I can’t do this while you’re drunk I just can’t” Carlos said back off of her and clearing his throat; he really was a good guy. “So… you do like me back?” She asked; clearly she is drunk and making sure she got the message properly. “Yes I do, I really do but I just… I will not sleep with you while you're practically black out drunk” He stated, giving her a small kiss. “...would you at least stay with me tonight?” She said looking down, he chuckled and put his hand on her knee. “Yes I will” He smiled, finishing helping her undress and getting dressed again. “Come on then!” (y/n) said as she waited for him to come into bed with her. He chuckled as he stripped down to his boxers, crawling in next to her feeling her snuggle into his side. “Maybe tonight was my lucky night after all” 

[heresmyfiddlestick]

Continuing...

Ruby is by the TARDIS, seemingly on a rock overlooking the sea, but in a different outfit to (what we assume is) Episode 1. "Powers beyond the universe", huh? We've been introduced to The Toymaker already, and with the more supernatural bent of things this season, it looks like that is going to be the focus.

This gives us the impression of a shot-countershot where Ruby is looking around the TARDIS at this mysterious figure in the distance. This is clearly the same rocky outcropping as before, because we have the silly little tree. Is this figure one of those "powers"?

This clip of Jinkx (presumably from Episode 2 "The Devil's Chord") comes up just as the Doctor says the word "powers" - so yeah they're playing some eldritch horror like the Toymaker.

He's panicked. Looking at Jinkx? They both whip their heads around.

The slug monsters! I've loved these guys since seeing the pics from shooting. IIRC this is the same episode as Mel appears in, but for the life of me I can't think of which one it could be. Maybe Episode 5 "Dot and Bubble", because it seems like it's probably set in the present day, and The Legend of Ruby Sunday likely has some bigger weirder shit going on.

That's a lovely big maw that somebody is definitely going into.

A great line from Ruby, and this is actually the clip it's from. This looks like a new outfit, too. She's standing in front of some sort of wreckage, perhaps caused by The Empire of Death (Episode 8)?

Here's our Space Babies monster. Stranger Things vibes. Not sure if that's a good thing.

We've seen this clip of them spooked already. This is in the initial exploration phase of Space Babies, snooping around the space station or whatever, I reckon.

Here we've got the Doctor riding behind Mel on a moped. Cannot wait for this chase.

Everyone on the street is running away from something. Shot in the dark is The Empire of Death again, but we see the Doctor in the black leather jacket and white shirt getup he's in in the landmine clip. Maybe he's repeated outfits (shock and horror)!

Perfect reaction image.

This shot is the Doctor explaining "his whole deal" to Ruby in Episode 1, as evidenced by his outfit. This line is also probably around the same time we get the "whole universe at my fingertips" line.

Jonathan Groff has a gun in a torch-lit cave. Okay!

Ruby wacking something with a book in Episode 6 "Rogue".

The Doctor picking Rose Noble up in a big hug. I'm really looking forward to the timey-wimey explanation of what the fuck has actually happened with 14. Is he just there but not getting involved? Why is Rose at UNIT? Will Donna show up? (Probably not). Black leather jacket makes this seem likely the same episode as the Mel moped scene, which might be the same episode as the slug monsters. But IDK!

Again we're looking at something beautiful, probably on a rocky outcropping (though not the same one as before, check out the foliage in the background). This is a scene we've seen in that other teaser trailer I looked at, since the Doctor has his brown leather coat on. The later trailers show us a bit more of this scene, Ruby is probably looking at a dinosaur here.

I'm guessing what's "classiiiiiiiiiic" here is the alien/time travellers' scheme to hide away in Regency England, which the Doctor has just discovered. I love how shiny his sonic is! It looks like a biiig spoon

I bet this is just before the shot we've seen before "classiiiiiiic" - Ruby is excited to step out into an alien (or dinosaur!) vista, and...

Dr. Who is showing off by snapping his fingers to open the doors.

Some nice cuddles, and the end of the Doctor's "whole deal" speech. Ruby might be wearing her "just babbling now" outfit, and the Doctor's got his black leather jacket and white t-shirt on. They're watching something through the TARDIS doors. Can't say too much more than that, so let's move on!

March 22 Trailer

This is a big one, but there are some bits we can skip over.

The UNIT Avengers HQ is exceptionally silly and I cannot wait for it to be demolished like the last one was.

Why does she keep crashing like this? Is this fun for her? (Probably yes)

TARDIS named Drift King 2024 for sick UNIT HQ stunt. Has she phased through the wall to get in here, or did they open the doors? Rose is there on the right, leading into the next bit.

Bro has just crash landed into the middle of their office, and then makes a scene with his favourite niece. Iconic behaviour. Note the orange-and-blue lighting in the TARDIS roundels - seems to be a consistent design, which is fun!

Another rocky outcropping, but no weird little tree!!!!! Is it just me, or does the TARDIS look overgrown with weeds around its base here?

Skipping over the next clips because they're from the Christmas special, but we have new audio: Carla: Where did he come from? Ruby: I don't know, he sort of popped up at the right moment.

And then another shot of the TARDIS flying to UNIT. Is this a different scene, or a continuation of the previously seen one?

Ruby's family looking shocked as...

David Bowie's "Changes" begins playing, and the TARDIS wrecks their kitchen. Seriously why is she doing this? She's gotten very rude since being smacked with a hammer. I suspect this may be from Episode 7 "The Legend of Ruby Sunday", but it's anyone's guess.

Then a couple more clips from CORR, and some strung together audio clips, some of which we've heard: the Doctor says "Ruby, do you wanna know my secret?" "I have the whole universe at my fingertips" "And I'm all on my own" "I'd love it if you came with me"; then we get Ruby: "Who are you?" and the response "I'm the Doctor." Before we flash to some fun outfits in time with the music "Time may change me":

Clearly from Episode 2 "The Devil's Chord", but in a sort of void we haven't seen before.

Ncuti Gatwa IS the Meddling Monk.

Continued...

i've been meaning to do a short-by-shot breakdown of the trailers for the upcoming season of Doctor Who, and with full-length trailer #2 out today it seems like a good time.

this will cover the teaser trailer (dropped after the christmas special), trailers #1 and #2 (dropped March 22 and today respectively), and the YouTube short they've released with all the episode titles. I've previously looked at the premiere date teaser released March 15.

Title Drop Short

I'll start with this because it is the shortest and gives some helpful hints to identifying other clips.

The accompanying audio here is some babies crying as the lights flicker, showing the monster's shadow. Is the monster hunting the babies? Is it supposed to be protecting them?

What this screencap doesn't convey is the music notes lifting off the page on the far right. When looking up "The Devil's Chord" (aka the tritone) I find on Wikipedia that "George Harrison uses tritones on the downbeats of the opening phrases of the Beatles songs "The Inner Light", "Blue Jay Way", and "Within You Without You" - I'm clearly not big up on my George songs, and I think it would be hilarious if the Beatles-centric episode of Doctor Who winds up being specifically George Harrison-centric.

I can find no info on who Timothy Drake might be (besides Robin, but that feels like a long shot). There is a piece credited to Beethoven behind the book.

"Boom" - clearly The Moff trying to bring back the spooky one-word title steez of Blink and Hide and Listen and so on. This clip has falling rubble and a bit of lazer fire, and above the door we have written "Entrance 3"

We have a cawing corvid behind this one, as snow rushes past what looks like a sign for a pub. Pretty creepy sign!

The words appear in sequence with some electronic chimes here, before the whole thing glitches out. Social media episode?

Here we have the title for the episode that was provisionally known as "Regency", written by Kate Herron and Briony Redman. We have reference to "The Duchess of Pemberton", who is presumably "The Duchess" played by Indira Varma. 8 May 1813 is in fact in the Regency period, but I can't find any other historical significance to that date.

The multiple screens and tech set up here gives me the vibes of a television studio. Will Ruby turn out to be a Sam Jones situation, a companion orchestrated perfectly for the Doctor? I'd say that's unlikely but I'm not ruling it out.

Now THIS is a Doctor Who episode title. Go off king give us nothing!

Alright bearing those aesthetics in mind, let's move on to the teaser trailer that premiered after the Christmas special

Season Teaser

This trailer introduced us to the great, kinda creepy music that recurs throughout the rest of them. And a powerful gaze from Dr. Who themself.

I think I can connect this shot to a scene we'll see later.

We then pop to another stare, in a shirt we've already seen in the Christmas special - so this is probably Episode 1 ("Space Babies").

Lots of good stares this episode, as we also see him looking through a window in the premiere date teaser. Who is that behind him with Ruby?

Then he's running down a corridor, and I'm so glad they've chosen to give him loads of different outfits because that makes this job much easier.

This is undoubtedly in Episode 2. Is he racing to stop "The Devil's Chord" from being played? Or maybe he's going to find Ruby ensnared somewhere. More on that later.

Why is he wearing a whistle? Why are the lights so low?

Were they working out? I love it.

A TARDIS design has to have some good levers for yanking on. This one has that and a jukebox AND mood lighting. good for her!

"I have the whole universe at my fingertips" - this is only part of a quote, which we'll get more of in a later trailer. I like this spot on a cliff's edge that they end up on, and I've just noticed the silly little tree near the TARDIS. The Doctor fell deeply in love with Dingle's Door when they regenerated from 13 and now their go-to spot is gonna be precarious rocks overlooking the sea. Just my prediction. This is likely Episode 1 "Space Babies", given other clips we've seen of them popping out here in their Christmas special outfits.

A door opens, casting a shadow on Ruby as she looks somewhat dumbfounded at what lies on the other side. Judging by the costume, this is probably Space Babies too, and yeah it looks like there might be babies in jars behind Ruby there...

It really looks like he has fangs in this screencap. Again, probably Space Babies given the costume. But who knows!

He's slamming on a button. Possibly to "Reset Port B"?

Here is the Doctor dancing with Jonathan Groff in Episode 6 "Rogue", and nobody seems too interested in them, but then:

The Duchess (and those around her) have taken note of something.

Mr Groff glancing at the Doctor's lips lmao

I love his wig! Everyone has taken notice now, and there's clearly something that has interrupted their dance.

Here we've got the pair strutting along the TARDIS walkway, probably having just changed into these sweet outfits before heading to:

"Abbey Road Studios" in Episode 2 "The Devil's Chord"

They're freaking out I love them. This is a great second-trip in the TARDIS historical. The Doctor has fallen back on their old tricks, but at least they didn't end up in Cardiff again. They're in the recording booth here during a Beatles studio session.

Where is Ringo?!!!

There he is (:

The Doctor has stepped on something he shouldn't. This is presumably is "gonna be a minute!" in the other teaser I've looked at. Shot in the dark, this is from Episode 3 "Boom". Because of land mines. (And the rubble and lazer blasts in the Short seem to match the "warzone" vibe)

"I've really stepped in it now". This looks like similar lighting to the very first "intense stare" shot from the start of this trailer.

Continued in reblogs...

[writtenmarauder]

Eye opener (James Potter x Female!Reader)

Summary: James was mesmerized by Lily until one day she opened his eyes to the truth

Warnings: Angst, violence (one punch get's thrown)

Masterlist: here 

James was always running after Lily, who didn't like him at all, but nonetheless he tried. I, on the other hand, adored James. A lot of people saw a bully, but we had a few classes together, and he was actually really sweet, helping me out during class, stopping some idiots from laughing at me for jumbling my words. One time I ran out of Transfiguration because a boy decided to play with my heart, for a butterbeer, the git. Anyway, James was the one who found me in the astronomy tower. He held me close and comforted me, promising me to hex the guy that hurt me. That night, I knew James Potter was the one to hold my heart. Needless to say that seeing him flirt with Lily broke my heart. The Scottish air caressed my skin whilst I was drawing Gryffindor's Golden boy. I was sketching his eyes, but when I turned to look at my reference again I realised he was looking back at me. A fuzzy feeling in my stomach occurred when he caught me staring at him. Next time he looked this way, I would go over there and talk to him. Our eyes met once more. I sprung out of my seat but heard her voice. My courage seeped away.

"Hey Evans, would you want to go to the Yule ball with me?" "No and leave me alone! I don't like you, Potter, and I never will. Take a hint."

James backed away. He looked to the ground as he slumped his shoulders. Sirius and Peter cackled as this wasn't the first rejection. The situation calmed down, but James slipped away. Remus noticed and pulled the other two along. I pitied James and one side of me wanted nothing more than to give Lily a piece of my mind but I noticed my feet wanted to give in to the caring side. James locked himself in the astronomy tower.

"Leave me alone!" James shouted. "James, talk to us."

Remus bonked on the door.

"Go away!" "Prongs, talk to us." "It's pointless, Sirius" Peter sighed.

I joined the others. Remus pushed himself up.

"Hey, nothing's going on here." "I know, don't worry. I'll talk to him." "He doesn't want to talk." "Obviously, You don't send a man to do a woman's job" "What?" "You'll see, now go. He won't talk when you three can eavesdrop" "But-"

I raised my eyebrow. Sirius motioned his friends to get out the way. I unlocked the door with Alohomora and closed it behind me again. I walked up the stairs, but heard the door creak behind me.

"I said... go away." James sighed. "You shouldn't be alone right now." I hushed. "Y/N?"

He whipped around to look at me. His eyes were red.

"One second." I smiled and walked down the stairs again, "out, you three." "I told you she'd check." "Ugh, fine, we're going." Sirius sighed.

James let out a chuckle. We waited till the door closed again before resuming. I sat next to him. He just looked outside, moping.

"James, talk to me." "I don't feel like talking." "Shouting, whispering?" I tried.

He just shook his head. I put my hand on his knee as support. I just sat next to him.

"She was pretty harsh," I said, breaking the silence after half an hour. "I probably deserved it." He mumbled. "I don't think you did. James, you try so hard for her." "Where has that gotten me, Y/N!?" He shouted, "She turns me down time after time and never tells me why." "I know how you feel." "No you don't, nobody does."

James stood up, ready to leave.

"It feels like you're not worthy of love. Like no matter what you try they don't want you. Are you that unlovable? People tell you to move on, but how do you move on when your heart is not yours but theirs. Every time you get one step closer to moving on, they do something that gives you hope. So you go back to trying everything for the one thing you truly desire."

James had resumed his old position next to me.

"More or less. Yeah. How do you know that?" He sighed. "I wish I could take that from you." "Why?" "You're a great person James, yes you cover it with arrogance and silly pranks, but I've never met someone as caring as you."

James smiled and looked outside again. A slight blush on his cheeks.

"You're too kind to me. Apparently, all I am is an annoying schoolboy that doesn't know when to stop." "She doesn't deserve you."

James sighed.

"I know that's not what you wanted to hear right now because you'll love her anyway but at the end of the day we're all someone's Lily and James." "So do you have a Lily?" "Yeah, I do."

James looked into my eyes after he heard the strain in my voice after the last sentence. He was looking for something. I cleared my throat and looked away.

"Let’s go. I bet the others are worried about you." "Yeah, I guess."

I stood up and helped James up. He looked into my eyes and now I started blushing hard. James stroked my cheek, but I pulled away. James sighed. He held out his hand as compromise and I took it. He was leading me back into the castle. Once outside the astronomy tower, he let go of my hand. I honestly felt empty without his hand in mine.

"Mister Potter, Miss Y/L/N." Professor McGonagall called out. "I guess we missed Transfiguration," James chuckled. "Let me do the talking and we'll be fine," I whispered.

We both walked up to her.

"You have 1 minute to explain why you missed my class." "I'm sorry Professor. The thing is: James was upset and I was talking to him." "Really?" "It is true, Professor," James said, "We are truly sorry we missed it."

She looked at us to find a hint of lies, but after seeing the bloodshot eyes of James her gaze softened.

"Follow me." She sighed.

We did as asked and she guided us to her classroom.

"This is a very common thing for the O.W.L.S. So to make sure you can pass I will repeat the class." "Thank you, Professor."

James sat down next to me and I got the hang of it pretty quickly.

"Well done, Miss Y/L/N. 5 points to your house." "Thank you, Professor!" I smiled. "Can you help me?" James asked.

James was a mastermind in transfiguration, he didn't need help, but I didn't complain. We practised and laughed. Professor McGonagall saw something flourish.

"Now off to the great hall you two." She smiled. "Thank you, Professor."

James smiled and waited for me at the door. This was something new. Usually, he would rush to his friends or Lily. I liked this. We walked to the Great Hall and had to split ways there. James sat with the Marauders and I sat with my friends. I stole some glances with the Gryffindor. After dinner, I started packing my stuff and felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around.

"Oh hey, Sirius!" "Thank you for what you did today with James. He seems happier." "It was nothing, really," I smiled.

I smiled and looked at James. He was already smiling at me. Later that night I went back to the Astronomy Tower. I loved watching the night sky. I heard the door behind me. I angled myself towards the stairs to greet the stranger.

"Hey." he smiled. "James, hi." I blushed.

He sat down next to me. He looked outside too. The cold air pushed us together a bit more.

"What are you doing up here?" I asked him. "I was looking for you. What are you doing up here?" "I had to get away from it all for a second, plus the stars are beautiful." "Oh well if you want to be alone I should go," He said.

He was nervous for some foreign reason. In a wind of courage, I took his hand.

"Wait. Don't go," I smiled.

James nodded and sat down with me. Our hands never disconnected. It was a wonderful feeling. He gazed into my eyes. I blushed and looked away.

"Stop it," I blushed. "Stop what?" "That look in your eyes that makes all girls swoon, stop it."

James wore his signature smirk and took a deep breath.

"Y/n, would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?" "I would love to."

James' face lit up. I heard some cheers from the layer below us. I blushed. James hid his face in his hands.

"I promise you, I didn't know they were there." "James, it's okay," I smiled. "Great. This is amazing. I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled brightly.

James was walking away, but he stopped.

"Where are my manners? Can I walk you back to your dorm?" He asked.

I nodded and stood up. We strolled through the halls and James and I stopped in front of the door. He kissed my hand.

"Goodnight, M'lady." "Goodnight, gentleman."

James looked over his shoulder to see that I was still gazing at him. We both turned away and proceeded to our dorms. James had been sweeter than I could have ever imagined: sending me notes, walking me to classes, holding the door. He made my heart drunk in love. It was the night of the Yule Ball and we had agreed to meet there. I had picked out a dress that represented my house. I was so nervous, yet at the same time I couldn't wait. I checked my reflection one last time and smiled. I was nearly there. I took a deep breath and walked around the corner. Sirius was the first to see me and hit James' shoulder. James turned around and was mesmerized. He quickly made his way over to the stairs. He took my hand and smiled.

"You look gorgeous. I mean you always do, but wow," James stammered. "You're not looking bad yourself, James."

He smiled proudly. I blushed and bit my lip.

"Would you like to dance? Something to drink?" He asked. "I would love to dance with you."

James and I glided across the floor. We talked for ages, before my feet started to hurt so he brought me to Remus and Peter who were just standing on the side.

"I'll get you something to drink." "Thank you." I smiled.

I turned to the other Marauders and smiled.

"Hey." "So you and James?" Peter asked. "Do you like him?" "I do," I confessed, "I really do love him." "Good, I haven't seen him this happy in a long time."

We talked for a while. Sirius and his mystery man came by to talk, but they both had too much fun on the dancefloor. James hadn't returned so I excused myself and went to the table with drinks. He was talking to Lily. She was smiling bright. He leaned over to whisper something in her ear and it looked really cosy. My heart shattered. Tears stung in my eyes and I had to get out of there. Voices seemed to be getting louder as my breath became shallow. I bumped into Remus. I uttered a quick apology and left in a hasty pace. Remus was confused until he saw James. He lost his temper and punched James. Everyone stopped and turned towards the duo.

"What the hell, Mooney!?" "She was nothing but kind to you and you throw that away?" "What are you talking about?" "Remus enough!"

Lily stopped Remus. He sighed and took a deep breath.

"Mr Lupin." Dumbledore asked and guided him out of the ceremony. "James?" Lily asked. "Y/N? Where is she?" He asked whilst frantically looking amongst the crowd.

He couldn't find me and realised what Remus meant. He excused himself and ran to the astronomy tower since it was our place. He heard sniffling. He knew he messed up. He walked in and stopped a few feet behind me. I sensed him standing there.

"Go away, James." "I'm not going away." "Don't you have to go back to your Lily flower? You two looked really cosy."

James sat down in front of me. I tried to avoid eye contact, by standing up, however the tall boy copied my movement.

"No, because... the person I want to be with is right here." "You don't have to lie, James. I saw you two together. Your eyes were sparkling." "I think you have it wrong, Y/n. Lily and I were just talking about you." "About me?" "I thanked her for lashing out at me. It made me open my eyes to the one person that was always right there and the person who saw me. She was happy for me, for us." "But you guys were so close." "I can't have the whole school knowing I love you, before I told you. Can I?"

I looked into his eyes after he said 'I love you'. James was slightly worried when I didn't say anything. I noticed one of his eyes was starting to bruise badly.

"By Merlin, James, what happened to your eye?" "A present from Remus. I realise how bad it looked and I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?"

I giggled.

"Remind me to thank him later." "Why?"

I closed the gap between us and kissed James. His hands rested on my waist and mine were around his neck.

"Prongs!? You up here?" I heard Sirius ask, "This better be good, I left a great guy back on the dancefl-"

James and I looked over to the stairs and back into each other's eyes.

"Oh... uh, continue, I'm not here." "Y/n, will you go on a proper date with me?" James asked. "I would love that."

James smiled bright.

[moon3thereal]

Hiii one request! Nat meets R in a bar or something while she is trying to be far away from the problems of being an avenger,the read head tries to have a date with her and R accepts, then in the midel of the date R takes the initiative and start to be a little/much sassy 😏 and convinces Nat to leave the place to be in somewhere more private. But when they are alone R start to fight with Nat trying to knock her out but Nat pin her down and asks why she is doing that, R admitt that she is a widow and was sent to cach her and bring her back to the red room. The end can be as you wish.

Thanks!!

Title: Eyes on the prize

genre: fluff, angst-ish

warnings: guns, violence, alcohol, knives, mention of memory removal

the bottom: (dont ask why, but leah forced me to credit her at the bottom and technically i did!) credits to @midgardianweasley for practically co-writing and building the foundation for this fic, i could NOT have done this without her, thank you so much, and please go check out her fics everyone!

a/n: one of the longest fics i've written, i hope you guys enjoy! ends with fluff dw

2.7 K words

Natasha brushed a hand over her face in fatigue, she’d been to more than 3 countries within the time span of a week for missions and had done so much paperwork she thought she might pull out her hair if she laid eyes on another mission report. The cadets that S.H.I.E.L.D recruited, in her eyes, were no more than children who didn’t even know how to hold a gun properly, not to mention shoot.

What the Russian needed right now was tequila, a shit load of tequila. Fortunately, there was a bar that the redhead frequented whenever she needs to put some distance between her and the problems of the avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D

Picking up her leather jacket that was tossed carelessly on her couch and the keys to her Chevrolet, Natasha set off to a bar about 3 blocks down the Avengers compound, in fifteen minutes, she was met with a glowing neon sign, she was regular at the dim bar and was almost always seen there on a Friday night with her red hair in a braid and several locks framing her face in effortless elegance

Usually, people didn’t approach her and if they did, she never paid much attention to them. However, today when she sat down, there was a y/h/c haired woman already locating the seat next to her with a beer in her hand. You were idly swirling the beer in its bottle and staring off into space when the redhead settled down in her usual seat.

She ordered 10 tequila shots and you raised a brow at her “you sure you can handle that?” she turned to you with a smirk “I can handle twice as much as that but I have work tomorrow” you hummed in acknowledgement “I haven’t seen you around here before, you’re new?” Natasha asked downing a shot without so much as a grimace “I’m looking for a job, bartender” you said propping your foot up on the counter “well you sure don’t look like one” she remarks and you frowned “is there a specific look for a bartender?” and she downed a second shot and gestured to a woman taking orders from drunk customers “sure there is, there, like her”

You scoffed “hm maybe I’d be an exception to the standard” the corner of the redhead’s lips quirked up “good, it’d be nice to see some change around here” you stretched your arms out in front of you “it would be, if they hired me, but they didn’t, which is why I’m sitting around moping about the fact they rejected such a pretty face” Natasha downed another shot nodding in agreement. You looked at her, genuinely impressed at her alcohol tolerance. “Your mom never taught you that it’s rude to stare?” your face fell for a second at the mention of your mother, she was dead, like all the mothers of the widows who attempted to pry their daughters out of the red room’s grip. But you restored your poker face before she could catch your look of discomposure.

“If staring at you was considered rude, then the whole world would be douchebags” you quipped. Natasha only laughed and shook her head at your obvious flirting “you come here often then?” you asked after watching her down another shot “obviously not enough if I can’t remember a pretty face like yours.” The redhead said lightly. she was studying you though, she noticed how you were sitting, back straight, shoulders back, she wasn’t unfamiliar to that posture at all, in the red room, all widows were trained to be on the defense, on alert at all times, always anticipating anything and everything, nothing could go amiss that way. And she’d also noticed the way you had barely taken a sip of your drink, resorting to swishing the liquid idly in its bottle.

Against everything logical and her own unmistakable and uncannily accurate instinct, Natasha stopped her brain from analyzing and evaluating these signs and allowed them to be overlooked as a side effect of her falling into a trance simply by observing you, how your eyebrows arched perfectly, the curve of your lips, the perfect ridge of your nose and the captivating color of your eyes and how all of your facial parts are completely flawless to her, she could’ve sworn she’d seen you somewhere before. Natasha had met many interesting people in her line of work but she’d never yet met one as intriguing as you were, the quintessential mysterious girl in the bar.

If you had told her two days ago, that she would ask a stranger in a bar over to her apartment to drink with her, she’d have called you crazy. However, it didn’t seem so crazy to her now, it was unlike Natasha, but she asked you to come over to have a drink, an unofficial, casual date. You raised an eyebrow “now, now, was that an attempt to get me drunk?” you clicked your tongue in faux disapproval “simply seizing the opportunity to get to know you better” she said with a shrug. You hid a smile behind your beer bottle, taking the first sip of the night. You had tried to convince yourself that it was simply your success at scoring a date with the Russian therefore giving you a chance to lure her somewhere private to eliminate her, but something in you told you it was more than that, the way she smiled, how her lips curved and her perfectly sculpted eyebrow lifted, it was all so familiar yet you simply couldn’t retrieve the memory.

But one thought was clear, raging even, at the back of your mind. You didn’t want to hurt her, whoever she was, you didn’t want to lay a hand on her, couldn’t bear to see her in pain, you’d defy Dreykov, defy the red room, defy Russia and all of their stupid organizations if it meant you could figure out this mystery of a woman, discovering her secrets one by one, layer by layer. Not to report back to the red room but just to see Natasha as she was. Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way, it never worked that way, if you’d done it, Dreykov would’ve been notified and you’d be dead before the sun rises the next day. Your eyebrows knitted together momentarily at the thought that the woman before you would be dead at your hands before dawn before you arranged your features to hide the moment of doubt.

“Natalia Alianovna Romanova. Natasha Romanoff. She’s a problem, a threat, a danger to the future of our widows, I need her terminated, and there’s no one better than you, y/n, for the job. Don’t let me down” Dreykov’s voice flashed in your mind, his orders were clear, kill her or there will be consequences.

Natasha’s voice brought you back to the conversation “what do you do? Before you decided to look for a job at this dingy bar I mean” she asked, the shot glasses were all empty now where there had been at least 5 more before, you must’ve been too entranced by your thoughts, or how strands of her hair had escaped her braid and curly wisps of ginger hair were framing her face perfectly. You both had decided to get out of the bar, more patrons had walked in making it stuffy and crampy, you were walking out the door with Natasha, presumably to her apartment “a primary teacher, English.” You said without hesitation, you always spent hours reciting the information of your cover, sometimes you felt as if you were really the person you were pretending to be with how fluently you could deliver the lines you’d practiced in front of a mirror until they were flawless.

She laughed; a clear, melodious laugh that made your cheeks heat up “you? An English teacher? Wow.” She said “what are you gonna say I don’t look like one?” you glared at her with indignation on your face “no, you don’t, you don’t at all” she said, her expression turning into a serious one, for a second your heart dropped, thinking your cover had been blown and you’d have to resort to shooting her in the middle of the street, which wasn’t exactly ideal “you look like a zookeeper” she said biting her lip to hold back her laugh at the look on your face. you raised your eyebrows in amusement “that wasn’t funny” you said “oh but it was” the redhead laughed showing her impossibly white teeth and her cheeks were pink from walking in the cold night air, you couldn’t help but stare at her lips, her perfectly kissable- snap out of it y/l/n, you thought to yourself, that isn’t what you’re here to do.

“But seriously, I’m actually happy about how tonight is going, better than drinking alone” she voiced out, you looked to her with a smirk evident on your face, you’d just reached her apartment and she was unlocking the door letting you in behind her. “Going soft for me Romanoff?” she scoffed before her face fell into an expression of momentary confusion, in a split second you both had your guns pointed at each other “who are you? How do you know my name?” the carefree Natasha was gone now, and in her place stood the infamous black widow.

Deciding that hiding your identity from her was pointless now, you attempted to attack, kicking the gun from her hand and vaulting to get your legs around her neck to choke her. Unfortunately for you, that was textbook red room and a trick Natasha had used countless times on enemies of various sizes. Blocking you, the Russian pinned you, one hand on the small of your back and the other at the back of your neck, holding you down “I knew I should’ve spent the night alone.” Refusing to be defeated so easily, you swept her feet out from under her, but once you got up, she’d punched you in your side causing you to double over in pain. She moved to her gun but you weren’t the star student of the red room for no reason, in the blink of an eye, you had a knife to her throat.

The both of you had stood there for a few seconds, breathing heavily before you felt a familiar feeling of cool metal, the barrel of a gun, through your thin shirt. “You didn’t think I just had one, did you?” she said pressing it into your side in warning. Gritting your teeth in frustration, you released her with a shove and dropped your knife with your hands raised.

“If it was anyone else, in any other situation, I would’ve shot you and be done with it, but you’re intriguing, there’s a story behind this. I trust you won’t pull anything?” she asked watching you stare down the barrel of her Glock. You nodded once, albeit grudgingly. To your utter surprise, she placed the gun down and gestured to a chair on the opposite side of the table and sat down herself. You’d utterly demolished the rest of her kitchen with your fight. Sitting in the chair rigidly, Natasha raised an eyebrow at your silence, you noted how if you made a run for it, she had the ability to shoot you before you even stood up with the proximity of her hand and her gun. Her gun, you had the exact half to the one on the floor across the room, your gun. You furrowed your eyebrows, you had one half of the twin guns, the other half was hers. But that didn’t make sense, unless there was a reason why she’d seemed familiar to you?

Natasha seemed to think the same, her eyes flickering from the gun just inches away from her fingertips to the one across the room, hers had your initials engraved at the bottom, and yours hers. But you’ve never understood why there was two letters engraved on to your favored gun “N.R. Natasha Romanoff” you said, more to yourself than to her. She spoke two letters, your name.

“What is this, who are you?” you said struggling to even out your breathing. “y/n y/l/n” she said. “no it cant be” she said disbelief streaked over her face. “The red room is gone, I killed Dreykov” she said shaking her head and pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes “I hate to break it to you, but Dreykov is very much alive” you said “I’m a widow, I was sent here to kill you, you’re a threat to them” you said staring her directly in the eyes. “Whatever you did, unsuccessful” you said. “do you even remember me?” she said a crease in her forehead and looked up at you “you seem familiar. But no, not really” all hostility had gone out from both your voices, you were both just doing your jobs

She started humming a song, the music sounded eerily familiar, the same feeling you’d felt previously looking at her painted lips flooded you. Familiar, but the memory was just out of reach. “with the lights out, it’s less dangerous, here we are now” she started singing softly “entertainers” you breathed out disbelievingly. It suddenly came rushing back to you

When you’d snuck a radio from your trainers’ office

When you’d sneak out of the cuffs on the beds at night to share hidden kisses with each other

How you’d trained side by side

How a redheaded girl had been by your side when you threw up on your first kill

Natalia. Natasha. You had loved her in secret, between the shadow and the soul. You had loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

Shock was written clearly over your features. You hadn’t seen her since she’d gotten out, ten years ago. Now that you remembered, you couldn’t believe you didn’t recognize her. The same fiery red hair, same eyebrows, same emerald green eyes, same smile. Same Natalia.

Guilt rushed in like an overwhelming wave, Natasha couldn’t believe that you were still alive, she’d attempted to search for you, almost went crazy when you went completely off grid after the Budapest mission. She’d meant to defect, and then go back for you. She had it all planned out, but you seemed to vanish off the face of the earth “I’m sorry, y/n. I’m so sorry, I tried, I really did. You were just gone, I thought you were dead” You stared back at her in shock “its okay, we were separated, I was sent to Italy, remember? It wasn’t your fault.” You said still in a daze

After moments of confusion over how you didn’t remember someone that important to you, an expression of realization found its way onto your face. Memory removal, of course. The red room had the technology, attachment to anyone, anyone at all was nothing but a weakness. Love is for children, that was what the red room had burned into the widows’ minds.

Hatred shone in your eyes when you realized that Dreykov had practically had his scientists cut the part of you that had loved Natasha out of your brain. “you’re an avenger. Means Dreykov won’t hurt you” you contemplated “or your comrades” you supported your chin on your heel of your palm. Natasha nodded slowly in confusion. “They can’t afford to” she said “so if I was your comrade, they would lose any and all ability to do me harm” she nodded again “I suppose so, yes” when you both locked eyes again, you both knew what the other was thinking. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Natasha asked with a smirk “to burn the red room to the ground? Yes.” You said with a matching smirk

If love was for children, you were both toddlers. After everything the red room and the world had done to keep you apart, you had somehow found your way back to each other again. And you weren’t planning on letting her out of your sight any time soon.

[i-smell-sass]

Rose Petals And Moonshine [Bucky Barnes x Male reader] Oneshot

Requested: Yes/No Warning(s): Bucky being a madman, Jealousy, fighting, a bit internalized homophobia from bucko Smut or Fluff: mostly fluff, light flirting, soft bucky at the end

(HC = hair color) (H/L = hair length) (E/C = eye color)

Bucky was... a difficult guy.

He was often too scared to admit feelings, but wasn't hesitant to point something out or get snarky when he's not pleased.

thus the situation he was in right now; fighting with Steve.

his best friend knew when he was troubled, and decided to speak up on it.

3rd person POV

Stark Headquarters/Avengers Compound Living Room/Kitchen

"buck come on! We both know you have feelings for Y/N! Just go talk to him. You have literally not talked to him yet and keep moping around because of his date today!" he huffed out and Bucky groaned, rubbing his forehead "Steve, how many times have i told you i don't like him and i. am. not. gay!!!" Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed "buck, you know we can express who we like more freely now! it's not like back then, Even i can express and have accepted that I'm bi! and i like guys as well as girls-" he said and let his arms fall to his side in a frustrated manner, convincing Bucky to something was proving itself to be quite difficult, considering he was stubborn and easily Aggravated.

You see, Y/N Was going on a date today, with a guy he met at a gay bar. He had decided to go there one night when he felt extremely lonely and bored, Seeing that a new gay bar Opened Conveniently near the base. He decided to go there and look around, swaying to the music and getting a few drinks, where he met The guy. Bucky sighed, rubbing his eyes and getting up, knocking the chair down while he did, slamming his hands down on the table.

"Steve, Just SHUT IT!, i DO NOT like him and i WILL NOT ask him on a date. You can stick your acceptance where the sun don't shine." He huffed out as He walked off, stepping over the chair carefully before walking to the direction where a flower garden Wanda started to make was.

Y/N walked in, elevator doors opening and the elevator making Ding Sound when they did, him standing there with a Slushy in his hand, taking a sip from the straw before looking at the frustrated Steve sitting there And seeing the vase of flowers on the table knocked over As Well as a chair, letting out a quiet "woah."

Steve Sighed, rubbing his forehead as he leaned over the table, then looking over at the surprised Y/N who was still holding his slushie. “o-Oh hey Y/N! I didn’t- Weren’t you going to get ready for your date with that guy.. Uh.. Robbie!.. With Natasha?” He asked, a surprised expression painting his features as he stood up. Y/N sighed, walking to the table and setting his slushie down, pulling the hood of his hoodie he was wearing off his head and he grabbed the fallen chair, sitting it up and then sitting down. “You know… i was going to, but then Natasha Had to bail and Robbie quit the date on me saying he didn’t mean it and was drunk off his mind. Soo i guess I’m free now. Gonna order some pizza and… i dunno… watch Bucky try to avoid me “ he said, shrugging as he grabbed his slushie again and took a sip, watching as Steve’s features morphed into a more confused one. He leaned over, whispering to Steve “Clint and I have this fun little game called where’s Bucky. It’s like Where’s Waldo but we try to find Bucky and where he might be hiding from me. It’s kinda fun, you could join.”

Steve let out a disappointed scoff and looked at Y/N with furrowed eyebrows “...so you know what Bucky's doing but you’re not trying to act upon it?” He asked carefully, Y/N letting out a small scoff and leaning back in the chair, tilting it lightly as he did. “You know, I would try to ask that hot bastard of a wall out if he weren’t 1: taller than me, 2: stronger than me, and 3: could literally smash me into the next century if I made him angry. I would like to keep my bones intact for as long as I can manage, thank you.” He sighed and looked down at Steve's beaten down expression. “Look Steve, I’ve liked Bucky for MONTHS now and was going to ask him out, but he seems so closed off and secretive, like he doesn’t want anyone near him at all, or even be more than friends. Not just with me, but with anybody he’s gotten close with. And I don't want to ruin our friendship, or whatever it is that we have anyway. Asking him out would be a horrendous idea, Especially now that I don't know if he likes guys anyway. It would be a lucky guess to say yeah he does and go shoot your shot but i just don’t wanna mess anything up. He’s the nicest man, no offense, I've ever met. Even though he seems a little stiff and closed off. He’s funny, really nice, Confident for the most part and he cares. He cares about people. How they feel. What they feel. How to help them. And he’s strong.. Really strong, and not to mention very attractive. You think I'll destroy being friends with someone like that just for the possibility of a date? You guessed wrong. What we have right now is nice, and before i go and fuck this up for myself and have nothing with him, I'd rather have this small bit than absolutely nothing, or worse, him possibly hating me.” With an understanding nod, Steve looked down and chewed the inside of his lip and Y/N got up, seeing something in the corner of his eye before shrugging and looking at Steve “i hope your best friend finds someone, anyone, who he wants to start something romantic with, cuz lately people kept getting boyfriends and girlfriends here and there, but nobody wanted to ask me out, and i didn’t wanna ask them out, and it seems that has happened to Bucky as well, so i wish him luck.” Y/N stated before walking off to the elevator and going to another floor where their rooms/small apartments were located.

3rd person POV

Y/N’s Apartment/room, same evening

Y/N was in his room, just minding his own business and scrolling through the options of what to order when a rock hit his window. It was about 10 pm when it did, and it was fairly dark outside to think that nobody but some night owls would be walking outside or even throwing rocks around. Y/N dismissed it, thinking it was only a rock that hit the window accidentally when there was another knock at the window, sighing, he got up and looked out the window. There was Bucky standing there, Black button up shirt that had three buttons unbuttoned on his toned torso, and some ripped, black skinny jeans on his legs, which was unusual for him. Y/N Got up, putting on a white turtleneck and black skinny jeans, making sure his H/C, H/L Hair was looking all right before walking out and pulling on a gray jacket, then getting into the elevator as he let out a small laugh under his breath, thinking about how ridiculous this was. When he got out, he walked around the building a bit and saw Bucky standing there, waving at him as he seemed to hold something behind his back.

“Uhm.. hey Y/N..” he mumbled, seeming more tense than usual. He smiled lightly and patted Y/N’s back lightly, pulling out his arm from behind his back, which he was holding flowers in. “I- Uhm.. got these for you.. Since I wanted to apologize and clear some things up, and.. This is supposed to be romantic, So Steve suggested I bring flowers” He stated, letting off a tiny shrug as he looked around, trying to avoid eye contact with those captivating E/C ones at all cost. Y/N sighed, looking at the flowers he now himself was holding instead of Bucky and looked at him, brows furrowed. “Bucky, I really appreciate this whole… thing you’re trying to do, ..whatever you’re trying to do anyway, But why do you ignore me for like two weeks straight, Just to now come to me in the middle of the night, bring me flowers and say you wanna clear things up?” Bucky chewed on his lip and looked down, his soft, long dark brown hair falling in front of his face lightly as he did, it was now down to his shoulders, the front hairs tied around to the back and the rest of the hair loosely hanging around his shoulders (kinda like thor’s.) “i.. Heard what you and Steve were talking about… in the common room.. A-and don’t worry! I wasn’t eavesdropping! Okay.. Well.. Maybe I was.. But to my defense I was just trying to grab my jacket.. And you came back right after I left.. So I decided to stay and listen.. And what you said.. It really… made it clear to me that you like me.. Or even love me, if that is possible.. And.. I tried to hide and push back and ignore my feelings for you a lot.. Because, for one, I don't know how feelings work.. Hell, I was locked up and frozen in an ice tank for like 80 years. And.. I also didn’t want to get too attached… to anyone, really, but specifically not you, since I realized I was starting to like you more than a friend.. And I couldn't have you hurt. Not because of me. So I tried to distance myself from you… and.. Try to forget about what we had.. But that turned out to be a bad idea.. And it just made it worse for me and you. I know that this may come suddenly.. or - its just.. Really weird and out of the blue.. But… would you wanna go on a date with me.. “

Y/N Blinked a bit, realizing what Bucky just said and then he shook his head, giving off a quiet chuckle under his breath. “Bucky Barnes, you crazy bastard.” He then looked up at him and raised a brow. “Wait.. do you mean.. Go on this date.. Right now? Like, right now right now?!” Bucky nodded shyly and gently took Y/N’s hand in his own, guiding him down a path of rose petals and lit candles set up to create a path to a small pond. Y/N gasped as he saw what was in front of him. It was a picnic blanket, a small blanket hut (kind of) Fairy lights, all kinds of drinks and snacks and pizza set up, and floating candles in the pond as well as direct moonshine on the pond and Fireflies happily buzzing around and lighting up around them. Even though it wasn’t the most fancy thing he ever had for a date, He couldn’t resist. “Fuck, for an old man you really know how to set the mood.” Y/N joked and he heard Bucky beside him snort a little, chuckling quietly before being tugged down by his arm gently, sitting down next to Bucky. “...this really is like, Rose petals and moonshine, huh.” he commented as Bucky nodded, carefully draping his metal arm around Y/N’s shoulder as they watched the fireflies for a bit. They soon started eating and making jokes, goofing around and having deep talks while laying in the blanket “hut” and pointing out stars. They fell asleep in each other's arms and The next day Tony got some sweet bribing material from Bucky and Y/N falling asleep on top of each other.

[haitanis-sugarbaby]

Love before the clock Strikes Twelve

[When the clock strikes Midnight Collab; Here, my part]

Summary : After, begrudgingly, attending Shinichirou’s party with Mikey, he ends up actually enjoying himself. but He disappears right before the clock strikes twelve.

Story inspo : Cinderella

Extra info: Draken will be referred to as ‘Ken’ or ‘Ryuuguji’. it feels right for this idk, also He/him Reader. Shin is alive and in his 30s, Reader is Wakasa’s little cousin who he brought.

Word count; 716

Ryuuguji Ken was never one for ‘parties’, to say the least.

parties could get out of hand, heart breaks, cheating, sex, it was too much of a headache to him.

but he did have to admit, the girls Shinichirou invited were beautiful. Some had dyed hair, reaching past their asses, some had hair shorter then Hakkai’s cut. Some had lust filed gazes while some had more innocent looks in their eyes.

But the one that caught his eye, was the guy next to Wakasa. Wakasa was there because he was the reason most of the girls came, and no doubt the more handsome of the BD founders.

The guy was sitting next to Wakasa and drinking a soda, a bag of chips in his lap. he had a care free smile that Ken envied, and eyes that sparkled with a type of mischief. Kinda reminded him of Mikey, if Ken was honest.

so, after summoning up some courage, he walked towards him.

“Hey,” The guy looked up at him and Ken felt his soul being sucked in by those beautiful e/c eyes. “Wanna dance?”

A smile pulled his lips. “Sure, handsome.”

And that’s what they did.

They danced.

They talked.

They laughed.

They drank.

The two of them would have been mistaken for lovers because of how they held onto each other.

They kissed, And Ken never wanted it to end. Y/n’s lips were so soft, and tasted of sweet cherry lip gloss, and he smelled so good.

But, a Y/n’s phone rang and it ended much sooner then he would have wanted.

“Shit, i gotta get home, Imau’s drunk off his ass.”

The air was thick with tension, both wanting to go back to feeling each other’s bodies and sucking the air out of each other’s lungs, but Y/n didn’t have any more time.

“I’ll see ya, Draken.”

“Ken,”

“Hm?”

“You can call me by my given name, Ken.”

Y/n smiled softly, and kissed Ken on the cheek. “Alright, Ken. I’ll see you around.” ~~ Two months.

Two.

Fucking.

Months.

Ken Hadn't seen Y/n in the two months since the party, and it kinda upset him. Sure maybe Y/n ghosted him, or just wasn't interested anymore. But Ken still was, and he hated it.

Because Mikey noticed.

Mikey.

Of all people.

Noticed, that he had a crush.

"Kenchin, just ask Wakasa-san for his phone number!"

Ken looked at mikey in horror.

"No way, That dude is scary as shit."

"He's 5'4."

"He's fucking scary bro."

"You could take him!"

"You can't! You fight better than me!"

Mikey pouted, before pulling out his phone, and Ken felt a shiver of fear go down his spine.

"Mikey, What are you doing."

"I'm asking Aniki for his phone number, since you're a pussy."

"You little shit."

"You love me tho~"

"We'll see."

"... He says we should come over, and he'll give the number to you...." MIkey's black eyes glared at the text, a frown forming on his lips. "aniki you ass."

"What?"

"He says he doesn't trust me to give it toy you right."

"I mean, He's got a point."

~~~

"GO FUCKING TALK TO HIM!"

"ANIKI STOP!"

At that very same moment, Wakasa Imaushi was trying to get his younger cousin to stop being a little bitch and ask out the guy he made out with, and had a massive crush on.

"look, if you don't stop moping, I'll kick your ass, trans or not."

Y/n had been moping for the whole two months since that party, and he had thought he had gotten his number until two weeks later and realized his horny fogged mind forgot to ask.

"Your such an asshole."

"I know, now lets go."

He groaned, laying on the floor, looking up at the lavender and yellow haired male.

"Why?"

"We're going to Shin's and getting that boy's number for you, so man up and lets go."

~~~

Now this was awkward.

Ken and Y/n, for the first time in two months, were standing face to face.

Ken's face was red, he knew it, he was so much cuter in bright light than he did at the party in the dimmed lights and smoke clouded atmosphere.

'God he so hot/cute.'

"Uh, can i..."

God Ken felt so awkward.

"Can i have your number?" Y/n asked, holding his phone out to Ken.

"Oh! Sure-Sure."

now it was silent again.

"You wanna, go see a movie or some shit some time?" Ken asked, looking away and rubbed his tattoo clad head.

"I'd love to." He smiled, a happy look graced Y/n's face.

~~~ "Thank god." The three in the back had let out a sigh in relief.

Shinichirou could finally hang out with his boyfriend with out hearing him complain about how his cousin was pinning for someone, and he didn't have to hear mikey whine about how 'Kenchin isn't paying attention to me!!'.

Imuashi was happy his cousin finally grew a 'fake' pair and got the dude's number.

And mikey was happy his friend finally found love, even after what happened that fateful day, years ago.

[datawyrms]

Ghostly Mystery Tour

For Phic Fight 2021! dey’s lovely prompt c:

On Ao3

Maddie and Jack had fully prepared for their adventure into the Ghost Zone—or so they thought. The fuel on Specter Speeder had fizzled out about a mile in. They're stuck. At least, until Phantom comes by, offering help.

“I just don’t understand it Maddie, I swear I charged it just this morning!” Jack’s voice managed to be louder than his frantic jabbing at the fuel gauge in the enclosed space, the sickly green glow outside making him look ill instead of agitated.

“I’m sure you did honey, but we need to think of a plan.” Maddie was already trying to think of what they could use. They weren’t too far away from the portal home, with how quickly the Speeder ran out of power. They had plenty of gear and weaponry packed in for their research trip, but the Specter Speeder wasn’t powered with something they could just toss in a gas can and bring along. “Maybe we can hook some of the ropes to the floating land masses and tow it?”

“Oh! Great idea!” Jack brightened, shoving the previous problem aside, hands now occupied with measuring the distance of the nearby rocks. “The sooner we get moving, the sooner we can get back to work!”

The problem about how safe it actually was to breathe in the air when in the realm of the dead had been accounted for, but if they had to waste the air tanks just to get back- well they wouldn’t get to have nearly the amount of time to actually explore on foot, let alone gathering samples. They could learn so much about the ectoplasmic terrors from the world they clawed out of, weaknesses they didn’t need to fear on Earth even! So to have their expedition, a trip that had been months in the making derailed like this in mere moments hurt. At least Jack could keep his eyes forward, his positive attitude the only thing keeping her from screaming from the absolute unfairness of it all. “Just run the best options past me before you open the hatch, okay darling?”

“You betcha!”

She was still going to enable the Fenton Child Safety Lock as a precaution, he could get a little over eager when he saw an opportunity. It was just a matter of what tools could be repurposed into a makeshift claw or skewer to actually keep hold of the rocks. What would be the smallest loss?

The sound of something hitting the roof of the speeder halted her thoughts, turning to look out of the windows, drawing up her hood in case they’d be fighting so soon. Even Jack had stopped with his mental calculations, pulling a weapon from under the seat. “Company already? Guess we’ll show em what for, eh honey?”

“Well it is the Ghost Zone, they’re probably braver here. Not that it’ll be any problem.” A little boasting could help keep morale up, even if the situation was less than ideal. Stranded with a ghost already trying to take advantage, typical.

“Well one little zap with this baby and it’ll scoot right on back!”

If the ghost could hear them, maybe it would be frightened off just by their voices. Whatever had hit them hadn’t shown itself near the window, or hit their vehicle again. It didn’t feel right. There might be no evidence for whatever it was lurking around, but sometimes you had to follow your intuition. Jack was inquisitive, but didn’t ask out loud as his wife stood to knock the ceiling herself.

“Sooo are we doing knock knock jokes, or do you need a tow?”

She should have known. Of all the ghosts, it would have to be the one that always managed to get her hackles up, pretending to be helpful so people trusted him. A ghost that even tried to have a human name to fit in, not that she’d ever call this thing ‘Danny’. It was an insult to her baby boy, quite frankly. “What are you up to now?”

“Asking you if you need this thing moved. Duh,” the ghost snorted, the metal clanking as he knocked it again. “Talking at you from the roof feels dumb, you gonna shoot if I go to the front?”

“Depends on what you do, ghost scum!” Jack had looked pensive for a moment, but spoke up quickly on spotting Maddie reaching for a notebook. He just had to give her time to think it over, and he was great at distractions.

“Is scum what you call all people who help you out, or am I just your favourite?” A white haired head appeared at the top of their window, looking down with an amused smirk at the pair. Still playing innocent when they were at a disadvantage.

“You’re a ghost ‘claiming’ to want to help.”

That earned a frown, though the ghost stopped half hiding to float in front of their stranded speeder. “Riiiight. Put it that way, whatever,” he paused, as if studying their faces. His green eyes lingered on the weapon, notably so even as he went back to jabbering. “I’ve got some stuff to do, but I can drag the s-that thing back to the portal. So?”

The hunters shared a glance, unsure how to handle it. Phantom liked to claim he liked humans and protecting them, but he was a ghost. There had to be something he wanted out of them in return. Or might get violent if refused in the wrong way. At least he shouldn’t be able to see the quickly scrawled message to Jack. ‘You play the doubtful one, I’ll pretend to trust him- it’ll underestimate us’

“As if, spooky! Jack Fenton doesn’t need any ghost’s help!”

The ghost bought the open hostility without a second thought, eyes rolling to a sky that wasn’t here. “Really? I heard tow trucks were expensive out of state! Can’t imagine the out of dimension costs.”

It was going to be difficult to stay civil when it would be so much easier to just demand the ghost stop playing around. “We’re listening. So what do you want?”

“Awwww Mads, we don’t need this punk’s help! He doesn’t even have toes!”

The passion Jack had put into his moping managed to baffle the ghost. “Wait, what? Of course I do! No, stop, why does that matter? I know tows and toes are different things! I’m not that bad of a student, sheesh.” He seemed quite thrown, which was good. If the ghost forgot what the plan had been he might just get lost.

“Yeah, and you don’t have either Phantom!” Her husband managed to keep from laughing, but the shake in his shoulders showed it was a near thing.

Phantom glanced down at the black wispy tail that made up his legs, muttering something. “Well okay I don’t right now, but I normally do!”

It was a bit fascinating that Jack had distracted the ghost from his goal so completely. They’d have to think about an invention that could replicate the effect. “Can we focus please? I already said I’d listen to what you wanted.”

“Oh! Right, sorry,” he coughed, a strangely human expression of embarrassment. “I don’t actually need anything? I just have some stuff to do so you’d need to wait a bit.”

Oh right. Sure, the most dangerous ghost in town wanted to help the ghost hunters that wanted to destroy him ‘just because’. Just wait here while he goes to get some friends to attack them! Honestly, did ghosts think they were stupid? “Then why not tell us when you’re done? We’re not moving very quickly.”

“Cus he wants to make us think we’re safe before WHAM! Outnumbered by cowardly ghosts!” Jack expressed her true feelings effortlessly. “Not that it’d help em!”

“No way, you think I’d leave you guys here where anyone can try something?” The ghost still seemed confused, eyebrows raised and arms crossed. “You guys are here to study or whatever anyway, right? So you can look around while I get my errands done. And you know, you don’t get attacked. Most of the little guys leave me alone.”

As if that was a surprise! A ghost of Phantom’s strength could destroy smaller and weaker entities without effort. Perhaps it was a subtle threat slipping through his mask of ‘helpful child’. The idea of going deeper into the Ghost Zone, completely at his mercy was...well absolutely idiotic. Even if they could probably overcome him...being able to still get some studies done would make it not a complete waste of a trip. “So you think it’s likely we’ll be attacked here, so close to the portal?”

“Yeah, by him!” Jack looked tempted to grab his weapon, but refrained. “So what if we say no, huh?”

“Then I guess you can float here? Up to you, I guess.”

It was strange, to see the cocky ghost a bit hesitant. Even if there was an obvious threat he wasn’t mentioning. “Well if you could pull the Speeder, you could take it even if we don’t want you to.”

“I think that’s called kidnapping.” Phantom’s cocky smirk returned “Which is weird, you’re not kids! Adultnapping? Nah, that sounds dumb.”

“Ah cut the innocent act, we’re not falling for it!”

“Hey, I said it’s up to you! Either you agree to come along and I get you back home, or I just leave you guys to do whatever you plan to do. Even if yes, I could totally just drag the ship anyway. I’m not, because I’m trying to help, remember?” A hint of frustration slid past the confidence at ‘remember’, but the ghost folding his arms behind his head as if kicking back to relax did defang most of the threat. “I don’t have all day here.”

“We don’t have all day either Phantom. We have family to get back to, and no idea how long you plan to be ‘on errands’.” Maddie pointed out, still unsure what they should do. Trusting him was stupid, but he had showed his hand. Refusal might be met with the same result anyway, but ‘agreeing’ might trick the ghost into thinking they fell for his ‘trustworthy’ act.

“Like an hour or two? Not too long.”

“Well I’d use my Fenton Stopwatch! So don’t think you can pretend it’s a shorter time than it is, ghost!”

“Yeah yeah, you do that D-Jack,” he stumbled over the ghost hunter’s name, but otherwise didn’t move from relaxing. “It’s not gonna kill you to trust me for a bit.”

Even though it very much could kill them. He really was a smug bit of ectoplasm, thinking he blended in with humans well enough to be considered one. “So only a few hours, and you won’t stop us from researching or taking samples? Or lead us to a trap?”

“If I wanted people to get threatened by ghosts, I could just take some days off. No trouble, cross my heart. I’d swear to die but I got the jump on that bit,” he snorted at his own joke, but otherwise left the family to consider.

It was just safer to say ‘yes’ so the ghost thought they were fools. It had nothing to do with wanting to salvage something out of this disaster of an expedition. “Yes. We’ll accept your help, this time.”

“And you aren’t getting any thanks until we’re home, got it?” Good, ghost hunter, bad ghost hunter. An easy enough trick. Even if she wished Jack was the ‘trusting’ one. Yelling would feel nice.

“Yeeeah, kinda expected that too. Rude.” The ghost only shrugged before flying up and out of sight. She half expected to hear the ghost grab the Speeder, but they only really noticed when they started moving. Moving very, very quickly.

She couldn’t help it, her curiosity tamped down some of the fear she should be feeling, pointing out interesting landmasses as they passed, Jack just as enthusiastic to discuss what caused them, if the ghost built them or they were simply generated when a ghost squirmed into existence. A great castle that seemed familiar, an island with some sort of skull as a decoration and thousands of doors. Most ghosts they only could get sparing glimpses at, even when carrying an entire vehicle the ghost boy was fast. Ridiculously so. She thought it was his small figure that contributed to how quickly the pest could move- how the ghost could just vanish out of range in moments. That most of the power behind his physical attacks came from the speed they were delivered with instead of raw strength. Clearly that was an incorrect hypothesis, moving this quickly and carrying so much extra weight without any real difficulty. They slowed near what seemed to be another castle, though it was much less foreboding looking then the other one.

That sinking dread returned after they landed. She had some landmarks, but this much distance would be a big ask to get back. That, and this castle seemed more...occupied, judging by some humanoid ghosts loitering near the gates. One even waved. To them, or the ghost carrying them?

“Okayyy so. Ground rules? Don’t shoot anyone. None of these guys even go through the portal, they’re not the fighting type. Other than that? Have fun, I guess?” He’d stopped floating, standing on the ground beside their stalled craft. He didn’t look as if preparing to fight, which is what she’d assumed the ghost meant by ‘errands’. So what was he up to?

“We won’t do anything if they don’t.” A lie, honestly, but the ghost nodded.

“Wait, what’s that stuff for?” White gloves pointed at the masks the ghost hunters were pulling from under the seats. “Like you can hear me, there’s air out here.”

“It might be safe for ghosts, but we aren’t ghosts.”

Phantom opened his mouth as if to protest before shutting it with a frown. Strange, it was hard to get him to shut up most of the time.

“Nice try, we’re not gonna choke on ghost air today, Phantom!” Jack chuckled, adjusting his mask before popping open the hatch.

“I wasn’t expecting you to- oh whatever. Just don’t embarrass me,” he sounded like a sulking kid, only glancing at them for a moment before kicking off the ground to fly closer to the castle. Off to fight whoever ‘owned’ this area, perhaps?

“Well look at that! Regular plants!” Jack shook her from her pondering, crouched over what looked like a tended to flower bed near the walls. “Well, ghost plants that aren’t trying to attack. Think we should sketch em for the kids?”

“Well Jazz has been more interested in ghosts lately, I suppose.” It was interesting, but she was more curious about the ghost meandering past the walls. They seemed docile, almost like people just walking and apparently talking with one another. Not attempting to fight for territory or resources. Perhaps they were just repeating the memories of their lives over and over? Yet none of them had reacted badly to Phantom zipping past either. A different breed of ghost, perhaps? Or ghosts often had ‘kings’ that kept the lesser ones from squabbling. The large brute of a ghost that stole the town had claimed to be a king of sorts, and this was another castle...but she didn’t want to test anything by getting their attention. They might only act savagely towards humans, being jealous of those still alive after all.

“Yeah, she has! Danno might not like em, but that goth chick he’s eyeing might like em too!” He was already sketching away, quickly getting the basics. He’d fill in the details from memory back home. “You want to try seeing if those ones talk? Not sure how the ghost kid thinks we could embarrass him, ha!”

“Oh he was probably just trying to insult us. He likes to pretend to be a teenager,” she waved that question away, double checking her weapon was easy to reach in case of an emergency. No reason to make their predicament worse by being unprepared. While still considering to go near those ghosts instead of safely observing from a distance. Jack’s enthusiasm was too infectious, really, but that’s how they made so many discoveries!

The ghosts didn’t object to her moving closer, but she kept off the busier paths to be safe. So many stalls of what seemed to be goods, clothing and paintings, rugs and nick knacks. Well, the ghosts didn’t need anything to live, so it would make sense for them to prioritize other items first, but the art was strange. What did the dead know of creativity? Were these all recreations of something found in life? No, some of the paintings had the green skies of the Ghost Zone, implying at least some ‘new’ thought. They were strange, very unlike the wild animals that often attacked the town, or the showy inhuman mimics that tried to claim world domination. They just looked like greener, more transparent people. Barely any of them even floated much. They’d need new categories, they broke too many rules that stayed true on Earth.

“Oh that’s a lovely shade of blue! I wish I could make something like it.” The voice echoed, but it wasn’t growling or mocking. In fact, the ghost woman who had paused beside the hunter was smiling warmly, despite the dead red eyes. “Are you just visiting for a bit?”

“We’re mostly stuck going wherever the ghost boy is taking us, our ship broke down,” Maddie struggled not to frown, her natural inclination to get away from the still potentially dangerous ghost strong with so many fights. She could tell it the truth, in a sense. Phantom was far more likely to be dangerous then this waif of a woman. How she could move in so many ruffles was baffling.

“Oh dear! Well if he’s any trouble you can let Dorthea know, she’s a caring ruler. A human helped her get her rightful throne back, so I’m sure she’d be happy to help!” The ghost tittered a little, as if expecting that to be obvious.

So the ghost did know she was human? Far more alarming was the idea some other human had been dragged this far from home, possibly trapped. Maybe this would turn into a rescue mission. Unless it was too late for them, a distinct possibility. “Oh really? How did that happen?”

“Oh I don’t really know the details, but it was a human that inspired our good Queen that she didn’t need to fear that tyrant and she could fight back. I wish I’d seen it!”

It was disquieting how human the ghost sounded, a friendly sort of gossip. If only she had a way to record it. “The human got back home after helping, right?”

“Well I assume so, she had no intentions of staying here very long, that’s for sure!” She laughed easily, apparently blind to Maddie’s confusion and apprehension, or just unable to see it past the mask and goggles. “I’m fairly sure Sir Phantom took her back, you could ask him.”

Sir? That town terrorizing scoundrel was respected around here? And had been taking humans out of the ghost zone? Probably because he made whoever it was get here in the first place, just to rescue them. Was that why he was here? To stage some new act with this ghost queen? “Right, I might do that.” Would she? This morning she hadn’t expected to talk to ghosts, let alone multiple.

“Oh! If you see any of those angry blobs you can just run back towards the guards and they’ll deal with it. It’s their job, and they’re quite good at it. I actually considered doing that job for a bit, but I like looking after the plants more. Maybe I’ll switch in a decade or two!” The ghost kept talking, apparently taking Maddie’s lack of further questions as permission to keep chattering.

“Can’t you deal with them yourself?” Attacking ghost blobs was something she knew about, and if this ghost was strong enough to mimic humans, shouldn’t it be able to deal with the much less sophisticated tactics of blobs?

“Me? Oh no, I’m not not trained. Do you still have lions on the other side? It would be like trying to fight one of those with a stick!” She laughed, but not unkindly.

“You’re both ghosts though, aren’t you?” Perhaps they differentiated themselves by name in the Ghost Zone? It would lend some evidence to the ‘different breeds’ of ghost hypothesis she was rapidly stringing together.

She tapped at her chin for a moment at the question. “I suppose we are, but they’re more like animals. They might have always been animals, or never alive at all! It’s perfectly safe here though, they usually fight more among themselves.”

Well that was fascinating. Some ghosts didn’t instinctively know how to fight and had to be taught? Yet didn’t consider themselves completely separated from the more animalistic ectoplasmic terrors. Perhaps the more ‘domestic’ setting here made the ghosts less feral and more reliant on their previous memories. Well, the ghost could be lying, but she couldn’t see the benefit she’d gain from deception here. “So you’re kind of stuck here then? We saw a lot of those outside of this place.”

“No no, we’ve got safer ways to travel than just flying around! Not all of us are that brave, dear. Though I don’t think I’d want to stay somewhere else very long anyway. Here it’s safe, all my friends are here and we have one of the largest markets in the whole Ghost Zone. Other ghosts come to us!” There was a hint of pride as she spoke about her ‘home’, gesturing over to some of the stalls Maddie hadn't had time to look at before getting interrupted. “I was really hoping to get something from the seven armed bloke over there, but he’s not very interested in my clothing. Maybe next time.”

Said ‘bloke’ had far too many eyes to go with the arms, and a collection of honestly terrifying little statues with strange designs that made her head hurt if she looked at it too long. A clear outsider to the more human ones, but not causing a stir. So much for constantly fighting out groups, but they barely had anything in common either! Not to mention engaging in some kind of simplistic trading. “So this happens often?”

“Pretty much. It’s fun to make new things, but you get bored of just your own stuff after a few centuries you know? So we swap and find new things.”

Well of course, it’s not like the ghosts needed to trade for something vital to existence. Swapping ‘things’ made more sense in that context. So why weren’t any trying to trade strength or favours? Or simply taking what they wanted? Was it related to having a queen? She had so many questions that knowing what ones needed to be asked was next to impossible. “I suppose you would. How can you tell if a ghost that comes is peaceful?”

“Asking!” She laughed again, apparently finding the question funny. So they didn’t deal with constant attacks from spectres like Phantom trying to ‘take over?’ Why?

“Oh geeze, I’m so sorry if she said anything about trying to-” Phantom’s voice interrupted her thoughts, the ghost suddenly floating beside the other ghost and sputtering.

“Sorry? She’s been perfectly lovely! Haven’t you- oh I’m so rude, I didn’t even get your name!” the ghost tisked at herself, once again strangely apologetic.

“Wait, she has?” His doubtful tone made the ghost hunter scowl. As if he had any room to judge them.

“We’re scientists, not uncontrollable monsters.” Like him. She was fairly sure he caught the implication when the boy muttered something she couldn’t hear.

“Cool. Anyway, got another stop, then I’ll get you two back home.” He still hovered, glancing between the two of them a few times. “Oh. Maddie, that’s her name.”

“Lovely speaking with you Maddie! Had a good trip back, I’m Guenivier if you’re ever in the area again,” she smiled and gave another wave before somehow drifting back into the crowd without displacing even a bit of that dress.

“Who said you can give out my name?” Maddie hissed, once certain the other ghost was out of earshot.

He leaned back on teenager mannerisms, scoffing and heading away. “Because she wanted to know and thinks you aren’t a total ghost hater? It’s not gonna hurt anything.”

“How can I know you don’t have a way to locate people by name?”

He was rolling his eyes again as if she was being ridiculous. “You live in a house with a giant glowing sign. Not exactly subtle.”

“That isn’t in the ghost zone.”

“It’s attached to the ghost zone, it totally counts.”

It really was like arguing with a teenager when he bantered on like this. “Just don’t do it again.”

“Yes ma’am. Sheesh.” He hopped on top of the speeder, kicking his heels against the side. “Hey Jack, you coming?”

“Coming!” he bellowed back, jogging over from the patch of plants she’d left him at. However, he wasn’t just carrying his notebook, but a folded glowing bit of cloth. Some sort of tapestry judging by all the stitching? “Just wanted to get a few more lines done-” he broke off after spotting his wife, apparently reminded that he shouldn’t be so chummy with the ghost. “I mean I leave when I want to, you can’t boss Fentons around!”

“Oh come onnn, can you pretend you don’t hate me for like five minutes? I’m not even doing anything!” Phantom complained, flopping backwards onto the Speeder. “You were totally having a good time”.

“How did you get that, dear?” Maddie chose to ignore their sulking captor and instead look at what Jack managed to gather besides sketches.

“Oh, one of the ghosties liked my pictures and asked to trade for one! So I gave em a page for this! We can study how they made it back home, neat huh?”

Apparently he hadn’t been too worried about it being a trap, but a picture he’d just sketched wasn’t a big ask for something that could teach them a lot about the ghosts in here, so it was a good trade nonetheless. “You did great sweetie. Just make sure to store it safely, just in case.”

“Already on it sweet cheeks!” He was indeed, already pulling out a large sample bag to store their find before opening the hatch again.

“Ew. I changed my mind, go back to threatening me. Sappy is worse.”

Well, at least the ghost regretted his actions a bit. He’d be more sorry if he tried anything, but this did just seem to be something to sooth that hero complex it had. So far, anyway. She was tempted to ask the ghost what it had been up to at the castle, but it didn’t really matter. He’d just lie anyway, he clearly wasn’t the same sort of ghost as the weaker ones back there.

“Ha, he crumples in the face of our love Madds!” Jack laughed, hugging his wife and they got comfortable back in the speeder. “You think he’d take us back home if I said how much I love ya?”

“I so don’t need to hear this.” He was muffled, apparently still flopped on the speeder. He didn’t add anything before the Speeder lifted from the ground and resumed speeding through the strange green expanse.

“Clearly he buys his own teenager delusion.” Maddie mused, content to rest against Jack and look through his sketches. “Did they seem strangely lifelike to you too?”

“Oh sure! They just talked and didn’t even seem interested in going to the human world! Even though one was very jealous of how bright my jumpsuit is.” He leaned a bit to flick a few pages forward. “I sketched a couple and got their names, so we can see if we can look em up. See if they’re similar to their old selves according to history and all.”

“That’s a good idea. I didn’t get a complete name, but apparently they have jobs? Not like the wilder ghosts, and they do have a queen…” she paused, remembering the ‘human’ Phantom apparently ‘helped home. “Hey! You did help someone home from the ghost zone before, did you?”

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, she’s back safe. Wasn’t even a whole day.” He sounded distracted, or at least surprised by the question.

It could be a valuable lead. That, and the human might need help after such an experience. Who knew how ecto contaminated they might be! “Who was it?”

“How should I know? Just because I’m in town a lot doesn’t mean I know everyone’s name.”

She frowned, glancing at Jack who only shrugged. So he hadn’t heard that story, only her. “You know ours.”

“Because you shout them at me and shoot at me a lot? Pretty easy to remember!”

“Ghost kid’s got a point.” Jack admitted, patting her on the shoulder. “We’ll just find who it is ourselves! Just an extra project.”

“What, and just make their life weird again by bringing up ghost stuff? Leave em alone.”

Well now they absolutely had to look into it, if Phantom wasn’t keen on the idea. Better to let him think they agreed though. “True, it could just lead you back to them.”

“Hey! This is all you, not me!”

Jack chuckled. “You’re really good at riling him up. Almost sounds like our Danny like that, getting all touchy about fun family activities!”

“Well he probably copies behaviour from local teenagers,” she didn't like that comparison though. Their children were nothing like life destroying ghosts. It was better to turn her attention to the passing green and how the amount of doors seemed to dwindle as masses of ice started to become the most prominent detail. That made more sense, actually. Phantom had started using ice in addition to ectoblasts, if he came from somewhere with this sort of climate it seemed less out of place with his other abilities. Even if he was otherwise ill suited to snow and ice with how he insisted on looking like a kid.

The next stop felt more like a mistake, with only hills of untouched white powder and ice to see, but the crunch of snow below confirmed they were no longer moving. Good thing they came prepared with heated coats!

“Not a whole lot around here! If it wasn’t for all the green we could pretend we were in Alaska.” Jack chattered as he shrugged a coat on, still apparently too excited to look around to keep his suspicion up. “They don’t all like castles, or maybe it’s a hidden one!”

He better not be thinking Santa had an ice castle. That was probably what he was thinking of, but she didn’t really want to bring up their annual argument at the moment. He could be wrong today, there were more important things to do. “You do realize it’s a frozen wasteland you’ve stranded us on?”

“It’s not that cold.” Phantom objected, circling the Speeder idly.

“Easy for a ghost to say, you’re always cold ghost kid!”

He stopped at that, glancing back at Jack. “It's not that bad, is it?”

“Only because we brought warm clothing. Jumpsuits aren’t enough for the living.” Maddie huffed, looking at the snowfields to find anything worth looking at. The structures of ice were somewhat interesting, but not inherently ghostly.

“Well you guys can stay here, I guess.” The ghost bit at his lip, playing up the concern now that they pointed out a frozen wasteland was cold. Honestly, how did anyone fall for Phantom’s act if he made mistakes like this? “I don’t think Frostbite’s people come out this far…”

“Oh, are they dangerous? We can take any of your little ghostly pals!”

Phantom looked as if Jack suggested exploding a building. “No! Don’t fight any of them! They just look scary, okay? Just ignore them, if any show up.” He didn’t wait for a response before flying off this time, apparently in much more of a hurry this time.

“Sounds like he’s worried about what we can do to his little pals, huh?” Jack elbowed his wife with a grin. “Well, maybe we can find something weird about the ice here!”

It was better to try getting some of the ghost ice instead of doing nothing, though she doubted it would be very different from regular ice, beyond the ectocontamination. Now what would a ghost think is ‘scary looking’? He hadn’t given such a warning when close to all of the other ghosts, after all. It was a bit of a mystery, and none of the ice here had any identifying marks or hints of another odd little ghost ‘civilization’. ‘Frostbite’ wasn’t much of a name either, perhaps they were more like the wild sort that came to Amity?

“Oh hoh! Look at this!” Jack yelled out, pointing to something below him as he waved her over.

A large, clawed footprint left in the snow, and fairly deep. So something monstrous after all, as expected. “Maybe we can get a cast of it?” They had supplies for it, but she wasn’t certain if it would work in the ice correctly. The tracks didn’t go for long, but following them wasn’t a very tantalizing idea. Better to keep a distance and be well armed if they wanted to tangle with whatever left this. It wasn’t as distracting as the previous stop, but the sound of crunches increasing in volume had the couple back on edge and wary.

“Seriously, we should just go-”

It sounded like the ghost boy was near wherever the crunches were coming from, which didn’t improve her mood one iota.

“Nonsense! I have been asking to meet them for how long?” A deep, growling and carrying voice came in response as Maddie readied a weapon.

“Yeah, that’s the problem. You don’t want to, trust me.”

“Seems he doesn’t have a very high opinion of ghost hunters, eh Mads?” Jack was less noticeably readied, still half crouched near the footprint, but his hand hovered where a weapon was concealed. She focused on her breathing as the sound grew louder, eyes narrowed as she spotted a large figure cresting the nearby hill. With the little white haired ghost boy completely at ease near it. Nothing like his regular behaviour, let alone the talking. Why would this huge beast know of them?

“What did I say about not shooting people?” Phantom actually seemed to blush on seeing her holding the weapon, smacking his face. “Okay, you saw them, bye now!”

The large furred creature ignored how the smaller ghost pushed at their shoulder, instead waving with a horrific ice claw, bones gleaming from within as it seemed to rip at the very air. “Well our first meeting was hardly perfect either, I can manage.”

“Yeah but I can’t just pull a ‘won’t shoot a big yeti’ icicle out of their jumpsuits!”

For a human loving ghost, Phantom was certainly very concerned about this giant horned monster being harmed by ‘mere humans’. More proof of his act, at least. Though the large creature did have a cloak of some sort and clothing. He spoke well, if you ignored the fanged mouth and growls. A strange contradiction of appearance and intent. That wasn’t a normal thing for ghosts either, you could gather a decent amount about one by how they looked. So why was this one chatting and apparently interested in seeing two humans? “So, you’re the ‘Frostbite’ he mentioned?” She hazarded a guess, but wasn’t going to put the gun away.

It showed its fangs, maw wide and unnerving. “Yes, I am! It is an honour to meet you” The furry head bowed slightly, as if trying a sort of nod of respect. “Your work assisted the Great One in vanquishing Pariah Dark, we all owe you a debt of gratitude.”

“Please don’t call me that. Especially in front of them!” the green eyed ghost practically squawked, somehow flushing even harder when he didn’t even have blood.

Maddie’s mind almost flipped over from the sheer confusion of what this terrifying ghost said. They had ‘helped’ vanquish something? More likely, Phantom had stolen something. So why did this ghost still give them credit? That wasn’t even starting to touch why the ghost boy would be considered great in any aspect. “Assisted him? Do you mean with that ghost who took our town into the Ghost Zone?” She wasn’t sure if that was what the ‘king’ ghost was called, but it made more sense than anything else she could think of.

“Indeed. The King of All Ghosts would have sent the infinite realms into chaos and conflict. Of course we are grateful for your help in preventing that.”

“That’s when you stole the Ecto Skeleton!” Jack spoke up, no longer tense. “You never brought it back.”

“That’s not my fault, that thing almost wasted me! It was gone once I woke up!” The boy objected, but seemed to settle down when the larger ghost ruffled his hair. “I wanted to bring it back.”

“I’m sure now they understand how vitally important that technology was, for your world and ours.” The ghost’s yellow eyes watched them expectantly, the unnerving void of pointed daggers thankfully closed now.

“Well it did get Amity back where it belonged.” Losing the Ecto Skeleton had been a blow, but an acceptable one to get back to normal. The fact that more ghosts seemed to know and care about their part of it was somewhat unnerving. She very much doubted Phantom just ‘lost’ it either. Jack suffered from the demands of the suit, but the ghost was just ectoplasm and electricity. Quite unlikely he could be drained that much, it wasn’t meant for ghosts to use in the first place.

“Your world? Doesn’t the kid live here?” Jack asked, making his wife blink. She hadn’t noticed that odd phrasing.

“No, no. The Great One prefers the human world and his friends. How are they doing?”

He froze up, eyes flicking to the hunters and back to the yeti. “Fine. They’re great.” He darted closer to the two hunters, gesturing at them to move. “Okay let’s go.”

How much interacting was this ghost doing with humans to have ‘friends’ it told other ghosts about? They could be in danger, or used as targets! “No no, we’d love to hear about your friends.”

“Nope, you don’t, gotta get home right? Big hurry, don’t trust me, remember?” He was practically pleading with them.

Frostbite’s ears twitched as he tilted his head. “Don’t trust you? Surely they’re the ones who taught your friends how to drive that craft of yours?”

Phantom had the gall to turn invisible.

“We were unaware anyone other than us was using it, actually.” Maddie didn’t bother to keep the frost from her voice.

“Ah, well at least the good news is I already knew how to make a replacement battery for it when the Great One came asking for help.” His tail twitched, as one of the great claws scratched at his furry chest. “It should be good as new once you can install it.”

So not only was this ghost stealing technology and bringing humans to the ghost zone, it was teaching other ghosts how it worked! The second that ghost was in their grasp, he’d have some serious answering to do. “Do all of you call him that?” It was the only question she could ask without wishing to spit acid, quite frankly.

“All of the Far Frozen recognize him as such, but not all ghosts are the same. He should be proud of the title, a savour of two worlds.”

“Frostbite I’m begging you, stop! It’s embarrassing!” The ghost dropped his invisibility, still looking more like a flustered kid instead of the heroics seeking fame junkie he was.

“Well if it helps your relationship with these ghost hunters, I think it is important that they know.”

“Yeah no. Let’s not.”

It felt like there was something the two ghosts weren’t saying. That, and the fact Phantom didn’t seem to like being hailed as a hero here in the Ghost Zone didn’t make sense. Why all the grandstanding in Amity then?

“Well we’ll be glad for the lift home. You shouldn’t steal from us, kid.” Jack tried a stern approach, and the ghost actually flinched from the rebuke.

“You’re not the only ones who want to map this place out, that’s all,” he didn’t really seem to be answering them, more talking to himself before launching himself at the Speeder again. “You can shoot at me about it back home or whatever.”

“Travel safely! Do try and explore your other half more often, Great one. You’re always welcome here.” His great furry head watched them all easily, seeking out the ghost hunters eyes as well. "I understand you are less interested, but you are welcome to see the realities of my home as well. It may surprise you, in a good way."

She desperately wanted to ask what that monster of a ghost meant by that, but managed to hold her tongue. If all the ghosts here saw Phantom as some sort of godlike hero, chewing him out here wasn’t safe. Jack’s small nod of agreement and warm hug helped, but it couldn’t stop her mind churning. They’d seen and hurt so much, and none of it made any sense! This Frostbite just threw in several more wrenches in the works with only a few sentences, but with how agitated Phantom was getting now wasn’t the time to push their luck. Perhaps when the shoe was on the other foot, and the boy needed their assistance.

He didn’t speak up or grumble this time as they left the frozen land behind. Though that might be them as well,m sitting close together and considering the notes and samples they had taken. That and the huge list of questions Jack had scrawled down in the margins of a sketch of Frostbite. How could a ghost like Phantom truly manage to stay in the human world most of the time? Did it have to do with this ‘other half’ that ghost had mentioned? Would knowing what it was reveal a weakness in the ghost? So many questions, but no answers. Why had Phantom even let them speak to any ghosts, considering how badly he’d reacted to some of the information given? He couldn’t genuinely be wanting to help.

The inviting glow of the portal appeared sooner than either of them could expect, the ghost dropping the ship on the lab floor with a loud clunk.

“See? Home. No ‘evil plan’” he floated into view, and she was fairly sure he only did so to make those air quotes with his hands.

“So you say, ghost kid. Don’t think we won’t be checking for tricks!”

“Yeah sure,” he shrugged, grinning after a moment. “Oh hey, by the way, you do know what the Speeder is powered with, right?”

Maddie didn’t actually know how to take that question. “Of course we do, we built it!”

“Uh huh.” His grin widened as he kicked back, legs vanishing into that strange tail. “All you had to do was take the cover off. It’s the Ghost Zone! There’s ectoplasm everywhere! I just had Frostbite make a backup.”

...Had they really- They had. They’d been dragged around by a ghost for no reason at all! “Why you little-”

He kept laughing before turning and getting out of the way. “Thanks for flying with Phantom Zone Tours! I’m out.” A jaunty wave and he was gone, leaving two baffled ghost hunters behind.

“I think some fudge is in order after that!”

She couldn’t say he was wrong. Maybe fudge could make sense of that whole affair. All that for a prank? It didn’t add up. They’d have a lot of work to do.

[sing-me-under]

I’ve had my “THE FINALE WASNT HORRIBLE AND HERES WHAT I LIKED” arc.

Now, the time for me to complain about why I don’t actually like the finale is approaching because I’ve argued most of my points against the general negative consensus.

I’m not gonna go in depth right now. It’s 4 in the morning I just spent the entire time baking Christmas goodies until I forgot to put fucking sugar in my last batch of cookies.

But to summarize some of my positive opinions on the finale:

The finale was the most logical scenario with the resources and people they were working with while still maintaining the same ending. There was probably a better way, but it was the most direct and logical route to a set destination.

Tommy’s character arc required him to NOT COMMIT MURDER. STOP ENCOURAGING MURDER. ITS NOT GOOD FOR HIM.

c!Dream was being pitied for his fall from grace because c!Tommy knew they weren’t getting out of the prison alive. c!Dream would never have been allowed a redemption arc, and if there was enough time, he wouldn’t have taken the option anyway, especially not with c!Punz having no reason to not continue with the plan for his own personal gain rather than some twisted end game.

The content creators have been playing Minecraft for so long that they’re fantastic at displaying motion and body language through their characters. I dunno. Maybe you didn’t pick up on it, but I could sense the stress and pushing and limping and just THE MINECRAFT BODY LANGUAGE WAS GOOD.

Now for a sneak peek on my negative opinions:

A vast majority of finale neg and crit is valid and I agree with it. I just disagree with a lot of the rest of it and that’s why I’m vocal about what I liked. I don’t like to rehash what other people have said though, I also don’t like to actively ruin my enjoyment of something I like, so you probably won’t hear me putting in my two cents on the stuff that’s already been beat to death. I’ll just focus on specific crit that I don’t see much of.

They didn’t need the revive and limbo scene. I think it was stupid and I don’t get it. Everyone agrees that literally fucking killing cTommy then him going “Ah yes Dream wasn’t always bad” was a good idea, but for my own sanity, I chose to gloss over it. Just have like one normal conversation. Or just have cGeorge or cSapnap actually be there and having a dynamic with cDream instead of doing whatever the fuck limbo was.

Literally any other fucking character taking part in the last finale stream would have made it like twenty times better because there’d be someone to talk/slap sense into any of them instead of letting all of them have existential crises.

If it weren’t for the fact that cc!Dream plays both c!Dream and DreamXD, a finale in which DreamXD fucks up c!Dream and renders the nuke useless would have been much better.

Literally just ANY OTHER CHARACTER. ANYONE ELSE AT ALL BUT ALL THE RESPONSIBLE CHARACTERS GOT FUCKING EGGED AT THE EXACT SAME TIME. BUT THEY COULD HAVE GRABBED SAPNAP OR GEORGE. PLEASE. UNLESS THEY WERE OCCUPIED BY THE XD FINALE. PLEASE GIVE ME THE XD FINALE SO I CAN STOP CRYING OVER SAPNAP NOT BEING IN THE DISC DUO FINALE.

CPUNZ STOP BEING A FUCKING SIMP FOR CDREAM AND STOP MOPING OVER CDREAM NOT THINKING THEYRE FRIENDS. DRAMATIC IRONY MADE US KNOW YOU WERE A VILLAIN ALL ALONG BUT YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A PLOT TWIST GOOD GUY. LITERALLY PUNZ AS A PLOT TWIST GOOD GUY WOULD HAVE MADE THE FINALE SIGNIFICANTLY BETTER EVNE IF THEY SLL DIE TL THE NUKES ANYWAY. BUT WHY THE FUCK WAS HE SO DEVOTED TO CDREAM THAT THEY EVEN KILLED AND REVIVED EACH OTHER OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

anyway. That will be all for tonight. I have work later and tomorrow and then a long day of putting up with family that makes me want to rip my lungs out.