#the fandom: okay grandma lets get you to bed

[vamillepudding]

Every time fic-viktor hits jayce with his cane a fairy dies

[the-way-astray]

do you have a cognate

i still don't fully understand what that means ngl. and no. i'm single for life . . . i don't want any commitment. and i imagine i scare potential suitors away with my radical keefe opinions

[charmwasjess]

Yooooo! What if George had the plans for the Prequels down back in the 90s and Joruus C'Baoth was secretly a Count Dooku clone?

GEODE MY MAN! What's up??! I love this ask so much because it made me do the thing I like best: run down a rabbit hole that ends with me dragging out Lord of Misrule and re-reading Christopher Lee’s delightful, if vaguely bemused chapter on filming AotC.

So, Dooku’s origins: while I think Lucas had profound, interesting thoughts on Dooku’s character outside of his obvious tropism, I always thought he created the character predominantly FOR Christopher Lee and classic film villain homage. You know: Count Dooku/Count Dracula, the cape, the tastiness of having Sir Alec Guinness and Peter Cushing in his original trilogy and needing a fitting cultural icon from that same golden generation for his new one... 

But in the memoir, Christopher Lee’s own account of getting the role kind of contradicts that? His agent - unsolicited by Lucas - suggested a meeting with the Star Wars casting director might be a good career move. Christopher Lee, agent, and casting person all had a very nice lunch and didn’t talk about Star Wars or Dooku at all. (AotC was already entirely scripted at this point.) That was it. A couple weeks later, Christopher Lee got a call saying he was Dooku, if he wanted to be. 

This is very, very funny to me because it implies that Christopher Lee’s Dooku audition was “having a nice lunch” and he nailed it so hard he got the job with absolutely no other follow up. It also seems to imply that Dooku was already written well before any association with Christopher Lee and any references were belatedly tacked on.

—This rambling is all probably missing the INTERESTING point you’re actually making: that Joruus C'Baoth predates Dooku’s invention and that he and Dooku share significant parallels. Star Wars is all too happy to cannibalize EU storylines, reiterate, and repeat. I’m sorry to say that I don’t know Joruus C'Baoth well enough to talk very articulately on the minute differences, aside from the wiki-level obvious similarities of them both being disillusioned white haired older human Jedi of similar generations and interests, who both were personal friends of Palpatine prior to their fall. Sidious seems to have been very interested in the flower of that Jedi generation and badly wanted one. Dooku’s Jedi friendgroup and peers seemed very attractive to him as a potential influences/points of attack in both Legends and Canon - Joruus C'Baoth, Dooku, Jocasta, Sifo-Dyas, and now even Rael all seemed to have some levels of exposure to him and potential influence, unwitting or not.

Is Joruus C'Baoth a proto-Dooku? To return to meta for a minute, this is something that came up a lot in the fandom between Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones because when Dooku was premiered ahead of Attack of the Clones, everyone was pretty pissed off about the character, for a number of reasons including

Great, after all the athletic glamor of the duel of the fates we’re going back to old man battles??!

Asajj Ventress’s concept art was floating around and people theorized the new Sith/villain would be a badass woman

We all thought Yoda was Qui-Gon’s Master for some reason that I can’t remember and we were mad about it being this new guy with a stupid name

But most importantly, because the central narrative thing in Dooku’s story is a Jedi who is corrupted and becomes a Sith, and we’re already doing that with Anakin. And, apparently, Joruus C'Baoth.

I'm not sure that accurately answers your question, but I sure did blow off an hour of boring work on it, so truly, thank you, friend. :D <3

[wilsonpussyindulgence]

the way we've puritanicalized fiction is so fucked

i read a dark!fic last night where both characters were TAGGED as dark![character] and the dark part was that...one character was taking photos of the other while he was sleeping and the other character thought it was kind of sexy

[flieslikeamoron]

I know it's like "okay grandma" whenever I get nostalgic for LJ fandom. But since I'm working on a fic I started in the comments of someone's LJ, I've been thinking about how much I miss comment fic. I don't think any other platform has been able to replicate the LJ style comment fic fest or kink meme. Because you need nested comment threads to do it. And the community too, of course. We were more centralized then. I know people still have prompt fests and things, but there was just something about that comment space that really felt like a play space to me. It was so easy to share ideas and little bits of writing with each other in this casual way. And you didn't need to know the person who left the prompt, or to put your name on a fill if you didn't want to. It was just a free for all community playtime.

For me personally, it was also a great way to short-circuit the avoidance/anxiety stuff that makes writing so fraught for me. Because prompts are like puzzles. Hey, brain! We love puzzles! And look, you can write whatever. It's not a book or a real fic. It's not even a post, it's just a comment! Just start writing, you don't need to know where this is going! It's comment fic. It doesn't have to have a middle or an end. We're just playing. It's fun! And people would egg you on and leave you comments on your comment fic. And your brain would be like... Oh, it IS fun! Here's more. I have more. And before you knew it, you'd be like... Hey look, brain! I tricked you into writing 8K words! You're writing a whole fic! It's a real story! And now you have to figure out the middle and the end and all the real story things. Now comes the hard part and the slogging. But guess what, you're in too deep to back out now!

Inevitably I would write 15-20K fics pretty much every time I wrote comment fic. And I don't think trojan horsing yourself into writing 15K fics is necessarily the intended purpose of comment fic. Many people, some would say most, were able to write comment fic in a couple comments in a self-contained way. And there is something beautiful about how much can be fit into the bite size of a comment. But I do miss having that low pressure way to launch myself at an idea in a space that really felt like playtime.

[vivgst]

COD Headcanons

I mean they're not hc it's just shit I think they say/do but I needed the title okay?

As I previously said this is just my silly little opinion, I would love to read yours but don't take this too personal and I'm saying this cause Imma bout to write SHIT about two characters and I'm scared cause they're loved by the whole fandom.

Okay thats all thanks<3333

Let's start with my favorite piece of shit, shall we?

Alejandro Vargas

I don't care what yall say this man is a CHEATER and he would make you feel guilty about it too because you're not "meeting his needs".

“I’m not sexist???? We cannot do the same things, it's basic biology!”

Maybe he's good in bed, let's give him that.

Alain meza said he loved Rudy so let's assume he's bi, uh... he wouldn't admit that shit, not in a million years, probably would get offended if you even dare to suggest it.

He doesn’t argue to fix things, he argues to repeat how much in the right he is, I feel like he NEVER admits he’s in the wrong, he seems very stubborn.

Now can we address that fucking temper of his? Breathe mf, no ones gonna die if you stop yelling for a second.

I feel like he must’ve had A LOT of trouble when he just joined the army because of his anger issues, think about it for a moment: someone with a higher rank yelling at him and you think he just took it? I doubt it.

MUST HAVE fought with Valeria more than once cause that temper of hers is just as shitty.

I promise I don’t hate him, well I do but he’s one of my favs, I don’t know how to explain this bye.

Simon Riley

He’s very chill I love him <3

I think of him like a very nostalgic man, he thinks a lot about his past, past lovers, past experiences, when he was new in the army, you know? Not in a “I’m still traumatized” way, he’s just nostalgic.

He’s absent minded, he’s always daydreaming (when he’s not doing something important ofc).

Thin and I don’t fucking care, THAT MAN IS THIN, you can even see it sometimes!!!! He’s got chicken legs, I love them.

He really seems to enjoy dad jokes.

He cares a lot about his teammates and I love it, it’s very cute.

Can we talk about how everyone put him as a fucking beast in bed? I don't see it, I think he's ruthless when he needs to but I don't think this applies when it comes to sex, he suffered a lot too and sadly I know too well that sex is pretty fucking terrible after rape, especially because you feel like you're gonna hurt the person you're having sex with so...

John MacTavish

Typa guy everyone loves, even your dad and your grandma's always saying how handsome he is.

Maybe he was bullied bc of his accent but he just told them to go fuck themselves.

Caring and loving, buys his partner flowers and their favorite candy/chocolates/desserts.

Remembers anniversaries, birthdays, medical or school appointments.

Too charismatic and funny.

Kyle Garrick

He’s too good for his own good… I feel like he always end up going out with INSANE people, the jealous type, they’re always bitching and making him angry and stressed but he forgives them cause he’s an angel.

Very sweet, loves cooking for people he loves.

Kinda family oriented.

He smells good, I can almost smell his perfumeeeeee he smells good, he spends MONEY on it too.

Even the devil is afraid of him when he’s mad.

I think he's very private about his life in general, doesn't like to vent his problems.

Hot lover.

John Price

Now this man is a FATHER, my fucking dad I swear.

He seems pretty conservative to me, not in a bad way like he wants you to be his personal maid and slave, more like he wants to date to marry, hates casual sex.

Loves whiskey.

Dad energy, he would be so caring and loving with his child, he would give that baby the moon.

I don’t think he would love to date a younger woman, not a woman in her twenties at least, I think he would be into women his age.

If you feel disappointment by that, maybe you could try fixing your relationship with your dad, sweetheart ;).

Hates confrontation and loves to work things out.

Let’s not talk about how sex with be with the old man, okay? Thanks.

He's not that old, I get that but he looks like he's fucking 68.

Phillip Graves

He looks kinda daddy in that pic, not gonna lie.

“How come you don’t want to have sex? What about me? Have you thought about how that makes me feel? If your head hurts, sex would help but you never consider me, I’ll sleep in the couch”.

A selfish, self-centered bitch, only thinks about himself.

Feeling good having sex with him? Aw baby, try again cause this mf would use you like a damn toy and he couldn’t care less about your feelings or how much pain you’re in.

Cheater, he wouldn’t even be quiet about it. “Oh you want to divorce me? And where are you gonna go, sugar? You’re nothing without me”.

Doesn’t fucking know where the clit is, he doesn’t have a fucking clue.

Of course straight, loves to be white and American.

“Of course I can say whatever I want, I’m from America I have freedom of speech”.

Fuck you graves.

Rodolfo Parra

Perfect.

He seems so sweet and kind and considerate I love him.

Smart as hell, probably got the best grades when he was a kid.

Doesn’t hate anyone, no one hates him.

Loves nature and animals but he can’t enjoy it too much cause he is always busy.

Dreams about having a big family and a dog (a golden, probably).

Forget about having rough sex UNLESS he’s mad (fr mad like losing his shit but that doesn’t happen frequently).

Could be a teacher if he wasn’t in the army, he’s very patient and can explain things easily.

Have a pretty smile.

Valeria Garza aka MAMI

Feels like she needs to prove something, she was underestimated for so long in the army that now she’s always trying to prove to herself how badass and good at her job she is.

Almost no one knows the real Valeria, her favorite things, music taste, if she prefers cold or hot, coffee or tea etc.

She hates cold weather with all her MIGHT.

Likes to smoke only when she’s stressed.

Likes animals but thinks they’re so much work and she doesn’t have the time.

Did drugs once and hated it.

Feels guilty when she spots a church but she WOULD NEVER admit this shit to anyone.

Used to the worst of life so she didn’t like when someone is kind with her, is like “tf am I supposed to do with it???” but she gets used to it eventually.

I don’t think she has anger issues but def she doesn’t fucking know how to regulate her emotions, she lets stress take over her.

She would love a narcowife, kind of woman who wears a lot of beachy dresses and have a shitty personality like her (like Kate del Castillo in La Reina del Sur or in Bad Boys, exactly that kind of narcowife) (I’m kinda projecting, sorry lol).

I can’t picture her with a sweet girl and I think a sweet girl wouldn’t be able to handle that woman.

She keeps arguing even though she realized she’s in the wrong.

She wouldn't be able to spend a lot of time with her S.O, she's such a workaholic.

I don't think she likes to wear men clothes.

I don't think she hates kids but I can't picture her with kids.

Wouldn't divorce once she's married.

Btw I didn’t want to make this too sexual bc lately this fandom is full of just that, too much smut, too much violence and rape in the smut and it’s so graphic that I feel I’m watching instead of reading wtf, its uncomfortable and I honestly can’t picture the characters being that violent and vile.

As I said in my previous hcs… these guys are surrounded by violence, stress and blood every day, I personally don’t think they wanna get home to torture their partners (well, maybe graves cause he is a piece of shit that mf. Okay kidding, not even Graves is that much of a bastard).

[stacygetsit]

Lukey newts

*** Luke newton is one half of our power couple. The guy described by Nicola as the kindest guy ever. Yet by one moment that was changed for some in this fandom. Yes that dreaded pap walk that no-one to this day understands fully. One weird move and people have decided that Luke is everything we as woman hate about men. Why is that our first thought? Do we have any type of past behavior that would support Luke being all that's wrong with men? In order to understand how Luke is with woman we have to at least examine what his ex would say. So in one story that Jade his ex of 4 years posted She wrote that she was having a bad day and she called him crying. She came home to Luke having made the bed all cozy with a warm cup of tea with her PJ's waiting for her and her clothes laid out for her next day. Another time she wrote about when she came home from a night out and he had dinner ready and a stuff animal. So this is the type of guy Nicola has described. The kindest best guy ever. And his ex clearly showed he listened to her and heard her when she needed an extra something. He would always deliver. So we could say Luke was there mentally and emotionally for his girlfriend. He took care of her and cherished her. He let her know that he appreciated her. Jade said it was the little things like that dinner and stuff animal that made him the best guy. Yes while they may not have made it they still lasted four years. In an interview, the interviewee talks about a few moments in the show that the audience gets the ick from Colin. And Luke says embrassment all over his face oh I know one of the scenes was when Colin was chatting to all the ladies. And Nicola says it's because it so un-you (meaning so not like Luke). So in Nicola OWN words that idea of Luke playing the field like Colin did was so unlike Luke. Yet people think he had this hot boy summer and is toying with woman feelings. This is the same guy that knows it's a ick for a lot of woman. He knew what that ick moment was. Yet I'm to believe that he went so far from his answer to this player he's been painted as. This guy that chose one woman over another. One that supposedly toys with women feelings. He was in a four year relationship. Yes I'm sure he had some issues to work through BUT i have a really hard time believing that he's anything else then what's been painted for us BY others that know him.

Luke also did an interview where they asked him what makes him angry and his response was people being inconsiderate of other people. Nicola herself has said Luke made the intimacy scene more comfortable for her. Who Luke appears to be at his core seems to be a considerate sweet and kind guy who thinks of others, and overnight he was painted as this guy who plays woman and has no care about anyone but himself. He would have to become someone he hates in order to be all that he has been accused of. Yes as we go through our own traumas we might find ourselves doing things we never thought we would have. But there is a saying my grandma use to say that a tiger can't change his strips. The same goes for Luke. He can't change who he is at his core so that kind sweet guy is still who he is. Sure he sure has gone through things that have made him grow and adapt. But he's not going to become some womanizer overnight. That would make him do a 360 to what others have said about him. I don't know him personally but I would rather believe the people he's known for years vs what people are assuming. It's kinder to think okay I may not know what's all going on rather than think the absolute worst of someone that's been said to be someone completely different.

[atierrorian]

| Have this Wish I Wish Tonight | — K.A & D.S

Based on this post

PARING: Starboy!Kalim Al Asim, Deuce Spade x READER (separately)

SYNOPSIS: Who would have thought wishing on the stars would change everything and bring you a boy from the heavens to help you out. And who knows, maybe your relationship will become more than friends?

˗ˏˋGENRE ´ˎ˗ — Romance, fluff, angst/comfort

˗ˏˋCW ´ˎ˗ — Slight mentions of sex, slight deaths, neglections

˗ˏˋNOTES ´ˎ˗ — Damn, took me awhile to actually get a plot because of writer's block unfortunately :(. But anyways, aside from that I do have more planned for this, I just wanted to post something after awhile since I am losing interest in Twisted Wonderland and have my eyes set on other fandoms. (Coughs like Danganronpa and other animes or games)

P.S: I did not mean to Make Deuce's part so LONG?? Whoops, guess I enjoyed writing his plot a little TOO much once writer's block disappeared.

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♡ "Will you stay with me?" ♡ "I've made that decision a long time ago"

✧— Kalim Al Asim 

You loved fairy tales and the bizarre stories your Grandma always told you back when you were younger. You'd always watch with starry eyes and full of anticipation whenever she told you the journeys of the characters and their overcoming of hardships and living happily ever after. You'd admire the characters and always thought to yourself before drifting to sleep what it would be like to be just like them, having to overcome the obstacles in your path and get your happy ending and tell the tales to others to inspire them just like how your Grandma did to you.

And even as you got older, you never got tired of hearing the stories from your Grandma, if anything, it inspired you even more to work hard towards your goals and always look on the bright side; no matter how horrible things escalated quickly. You'd always try to stay positive even if the tides were against you and the storm raging; you would survive them all.

But, it seems like this time, the tempest won. And while it mocked you with its continuous heavy rain and the thunderstorms, you could care less — you only cared for the dying lady in the bed who tried to comfort you despite her voice being hoarse and barely audible. Tears blinded your sight as you held her hands tightly and cried in her embrace — trying to find solace in her last warmth. And no matter how much she tried to tell you it was gonna be alright, you knew it wouldn't.

"Shh, don't cry my dear. Everything is gonna be alright…" She whispered and held you tightly whilst you continued crying and shaking your head at her words. It wasn't going to be okay, but you wanted to delude yourself and think everything is going to be fine.

"I wanted to spend more time with you…" Your Grandma gave you a pitied look before letting go of you and laid down on her bed, too weak to do anything now. But even then, she used all her strength to wipe your tears away. You leaned in her hand and the sobbing stopped, only sniffling was left echoing in the room.

Finally, after a few hours, you left her room to allow her to get some rest. The storm vanished after your outburst and you took this as an opportunity to go to your special spot where Grandma told you stories to reminisce and prepare yourself for the worst.

You sat on the branch and turned your head up to the cloudy night sky that slowly dissipated allowing you to see the starry nights that were hidden in the clouds. But despite all the stars, there was one that stood out to you the most; and it was the brightest one of them all that stood out the most. And even though others may call you childish or stupid, you wished on the brightest star of what you desired the most. And how long would he take notice of your wish despite having a King to wish to? By the time he did, it would already be too late.

You don't recall all of the details afterward, but, the star started to glow radiantly and blinded you for a minute. Now, a boy with white hair and garnet-red eyes is floating in front of you, a hint of curiosity within his eyes before smiling at you and introducing himself to you.

"Hi! My name is Kalim! It's nice to meet you!" He extended his hand to you for a handshake. Out of instinct, you backed up from him and glanced at the arm and back at him before hesitantly taking his hand and shaking his hands. You couldn't believe this was happening!!

"Oh! Uhm… Hello! My name is [Name]! It's uh... Nice to meet you too!"

And this was the beginning of your adventure with Sunshine Boy.

You sat on your bed, trying to think of the situation and how you got yourself into this predicament. You groaned and placed your head on your hands as Kalim Frequently glanced around in awe and excitement.

Sure hearing his amazement was kinda cute, but having someone nonetheless a boy in your room is considered scandalous, and you're not in the mood to hear the people talk about purity and marriage before sex. Gross.

You shuddered, no way would you do something like that! Lifting up your head, you saw the white haired boy continue looking at your belongings you have on your wooden drawer. Tilting his head every so often when he didn't know what it was and asked you about it.

"Hey [Name], what's this?" He questioned, pointing at a music box that stood in the middle amidst of all your possession.

"Oh, that? It's just a music box... My grandma gifted it to me..." Saying it in a hushed tone made you feel wistful. All the memories you made with your grandma, how she took care of you since you were young made you yearn to spend more time with her before it was too late.

But that was it, you said nothing more to the boy who looked at you with compassion. He didn't know you all too well, but he could tell you cared and love your grandma more than anything. Hence why you even made the wish in the first place.

Oh how he wish he could do more to help you, but he had rules of his own that restricted his magic from granting your wish. But seeing you disheartened made his heart ache.

You stood up from the bed despite your body begging you to just go to sleep and rest. You forced your legs to cooperate to go to your grandma's room to say good night to her.

Kalim watched as you wobbled, fatigue catching up to you but you were more stubborn to let such thing stopping you.

"[Name] wait! You should rest first! You might collapse..." You merely shook your head and walked out the door, leaving Kalim in your room with worry on his mind. Without thinking, Kalim followed you, he was worried something bad might happen to you in your awful state.

And he was glad he did. Before you could hit the floor he was already there and caught you before you could injure yourself. He couldn't believe it, you fell asleep mid way. He wonders just how long you haven't been sleeping...

He picked you up from his lap and took you back to your room where you could have proper rest.

After putting you to bed, he took the blanket that was tossed on the floor and carefully placed it on your figure. You looked so peaceful in your sleep with your tranquil expression. He wonders what you were dreaming about.

But for now, he'll continue exploring your abode and protect you while you doze. You may not know it but he's glad he made a new friend today. And Kalim couldn't help but smile widely at the thought of it.

 ✧— Deuce Spade

Most people would consider you lucky. You know; with all the luxuries in the world servants at your every beck and call, not having to worry what meal you can have for today or tomorrow, not having to fight strangers on the streets just for a few change, not having to steal and dealing with your concious later on.

Which sure, you also consider yourself lucky and you're grateful for the life you live. Not everyone can be adopted by the King and be the next heir once he abdicates the throne and give it to you once he deemed you were ready. And yet no matter the lavishness life you get to live, you still wished your father paid more attention to you and give you the love and affection you sought your entire life.

Even when you lived in the orphanage, you kept to yourself half of the time because you didn't know how to make friends. No one tried initiating a conversation with you so why should you? Besides, you were afraid you would have said something wrong. And because of how reclusive you were, it just made you even more touch-starved as much as you hate admitting it. The amount of times you spent fantasizing of a loving family coming through those doors, saw you, and thought you were the one and that was that.

But nope! Instead, the King or Crowley, adopted you. Chose you among the other children who were in the orphanage and took you back to his palace. At first, you enjoyed the palace maids, butlers, and other servants servicing you and finally people who you could talk to.

But overtime you slowly realized the only reason why they put up with you and spent time with you, was because not only was it their duties, but they saw it as a way to get closer to the King and hope for a higher paycheck. Not because it was voluntarily or wanting to become friends. And with that epiphany, you slowly distanced yourself from others once more.

And hell, three or four years, you never saw your father that often. Only in meals and when guests arrives for events your father hosted to the entire kingdom for the aristocrats. And if you had to be brutally honest, you never liked any of them. Always hearing gossip from one table to another, whispers about how you were using the king. The audacity they have for thinking you didn't have ears! But you sure as hell do. You always scoffed at those noble men and women who thinks everyone owes them something. Everyone who is below them must bow down and beg for them. It was a pathetic mindset truly.

But throughout all this, you stayed silent. Not wanting to cause anymore unnecessary drama you might cause were you to say something to your father. But... would he ever listen to you?

Most people would consider you lucky. You know; with all the luxuries in the world servants at your every beck and call, not having to worry what meal you can have for today or tomorrow, not having to fight strangers on the streets just for a few change, not having to steal and dealing with your concious later on.

Which sure, you also consider yourself lucky and you're grateful for the life you live. Not everyone can be adopted by the King and be the next heir once he abdicates the throne and give it to you once he deemed you were ready. And yet no matter the lavishness life you get to live, you still wished your father paid more attention to you and give you the love and affection you sought your entire life.

Even when you lived in the orphanage, you kept to yourself half of the time because you didn't know how to make friends. No one tried initiating a conversation with you so why should you? Besides, you were afraid you would have said something wrong. And because of how reclusive you were, it just made you even more touch-starved as much as you hate admitting it. The amount of times you spent fantasizing of a loving family coming through those doors, saw you, and thought you were the one and that was that.

But nope! Instead, the King or Crowley, adopted you. Chose you among the other children who were in the orphanage and took you back to his palace. At first, you enjoyed the palace maids, butlers, and other servants servicing you and finally people who you could talk to.

But overtime you slowly realized the only reason why they put up with you and spent time with you, was because not only was it their duties, but they saw it as a way to get closer to the King and hope for a higher paycheck. Not because it was voluntarily or wanting to become friends. And with that epiphany, you slowly distanced yourself from others once more.

And hell, three or four years, you never saw your father that often. Only in meals and when guests arrives for events your father hosted to the entire kingdom for the aristocrats. And if you had to be brutally honest, you never liked any of them. Always hearing gossip from one table to another, whispers about how you were using the king. The audacity they have for thinking you didn't have ears! But you sure as hell do. You always scoffed at those noble men and women who thinks everyone owes them something. Everyone who is below them must bow down and beg for them. It was a pathetic mindset truly.

But throughout all this, you stayed silent. Not wanting to cause anymore unnecessary drama you might cause were you to say something to your father. But... would he ever listen to a word you ever say to his special guests? Probably not.

You sighed and sat on top of your bed, the wind blowing over your skin, gently yet roughly kissing your skin. Looking out through the window, you noticed that the stars were more visible than usual. Your breath hitched, the sight was truly beautiful and breathtaking. And without even thinking, you made a wish.

The next thing you know, there was a boy with blue hair sitting beside you.

You were currently having a staring contest with the random boy who suddenly appeared in your room. Your mouth agape, not knowing what to do or what to say. You opted to scream for help thinking he might just be a kidnapper who was quite stealthy enough to get passed the guards.

However, before you could, he suddenly covered your mouth and made a motion with his other hand, his index on his lips trying to quietly shush you.

After a few minutes of silence, once he deemed it was okay to remove his hand on your mouth. To his surprise, you didn't look like you were gonna try anything like asking for help. Because trust him he does NOT want to get into any sorts of trouble.

...

"Who are you?" You were suspicious, no doubt about that. And that fact he was very very strange in terms of appearance. He had this sort of glowing aura around him that was faint but still visible, his clothing were something you were not familiar with your culture in the kingdom and you even noticed a few sparkles shining in the dark. His blue hair and cyan eyes were really pretty though.

"Oh! Right, my name is Deuce Spade, it's nice to meet you." Although Deuce tried hard to look stern and serious, you could somehow still tell he was nervous by the way his eyes flickered from time to time, trying to look anywhere but your gaze.

He awkwardly coughed noticing your stare towards him, "I know this may look bad but I promise I don't mean any harm!"

You furrowed your brows, still keeping your distance away from him at the edge of the bed. Even if he said he wasn't dangerous, you might never know and it was better to be safe than sorry. You held on tightly onto the bell you hid behind your back, ready to sound any of the guards that were near your room.

"Okay... sure but why are you here? And how did you even get in here?" You questioned, tone low and hesitance seeping from your lips. It was just too weird, you couldn't wrap your mind around it. You tried thinking of any openings he could have use but atlas, it was futile.

After all there wasn't much he could use to get in besides your door and the windows.

Deuce on the other hand didn't know how to explain the entirety of this situation. This was his first gig and he really didn't want to mess it up... yet looking at you made him nervous for some reason.

"I'll tell you... I'll explain everything to you but I might sound crazy... Just promise me you won't think I'm crazy..." He pleaded. You kinda felt sympathetic towards him with how he was acting, but still you kept your guard up and nodded, letting him explain everything.

FINALLY! I'm posting this after months of me benching this in my drafts. I apologize if Deuce's second part was short but currently I'm sleepy and I wanted to get this over with since I lost most of my motivation for Twisted Wonderland and plan on writing on other fandoms now.

And i'm not so sure if I can make a part two. I have ideas but idk how long my motivation will last for twst sadly.

[cosyvelvetorchid]

Death Becomes Them chapter 3 is up!

Read on ao3 or below

(See ao3 for warnings/tags)

**********

Buck unzipped the bag Tommy had given him and pulled out what was inside. It had been a while since he’d packed it and he couldn’t remember what he’d put in there.

Sweatpants, a T-shirt, a hoodie, 2 pairs of underwear, 2 pairs of socks, toothbrush and toothpaste, a razor, a small bottle of shower gel and shampoo, and a phone charger.

He lifted up the hoodie and brought it to his face to smell knowing it would smell like Tommys laundry detergent. His heart simultaneously filled with warmth and broke at the scent.

Memories flooded his senses. Sliding in Tommy’s freshly made bed—that he’d made just for Buck—after a long arduous shift, Tommy taking him apart so thoroughly and expertly, Buck returning the favour and having the privilege of seeing Tommy Kinard broken apart underneath him. Doing laundry together or snuggling up on Tommy’s sofa under a freshly washed blanket.. it was all too much and a few silent tears fell from his eyes.

He took a second to allow himself to feel the pain, then shook himself out of it and headed to the bathroom to shower.

*

Tommy opened the door to Buck’s knocking wearing grey sweats and a tight navy blue T-shirt. His hair was still damp from his own shower and Buck honest to god didn’t know if he wanted to kiss him or punch him for daring to still look so fucking hot!

“Come on in.” He stepped aside. Buck walked inside and immediately saw the bottles of unopened beer on the table at the far corner of the room. Tommy noticed him looking at them. He walked over and opened one handing it to Buck and then one for himself.

“Figured it might ease some of the awkwardness.” Buck raised an eyebrow. “Come on—I know you think this is weird. Us. Here.” He stepped back and sat on the sofa underneath the window. “I’m just glad that you’re here, Evan. Honestly I.. I really couldn’t do this without you here.”

Tommy’s eyes were wet with emotion that he was clearly trying to keep at bay. Buck sat on one of the chairs at the table.

“I’m just glad you let me be here for you.” He said honestly. And he meant it. As hard as it was to be in the presence of his ex boyfriend, he really did want to be a comfort to him if he could.

“So, what do you want to do tomorrow?” He asked.

“I was thinking of starting to clear out the house.”

“Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to do that straight away. There’s plenty of time for that.”

Tommy shook his head. “I don’t want to wait. The sooner I get it cleared out and ready to be put on the market the sooner we can go home and I don’t have to deal with him ever again.”

Buck heard the words but didn’t believe that it would be as easy as Tommy was making it out to be. Not after what happened today at being confronted of the memory of his mother. But Buck didn’t argue.

“Okay, we can do that.”

They opted to order pizza from a place down the street and both sat on the bed; the pizza box in between them serving as a cardboard emotional barrier. There was a crappy action flick on the tv on the wall opposite that neither of them were really paying attention to.

“Can.. can I ask you something? And you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Buck asked tentatively.

“Sure.”

“Would you tell me about your mom? What was she like?”

A warm smile came across Tommy’s face. “Beautiful. Silly. When I was in kindergarten she used to draw these weird little monsters on my lunch bag. She loved flowers. Any, really—as long as they were brightly coloured.” His smile faded. “Dad hated them; wouldn’t allow her to have any in the house. He hated anything colourful. I remember my grandma had this photo album and the photos of my mom before she met him, she was always in bright colours, and then she got with him and you could literally see her clothes getting duller and duller over the years. He always said women who wore bright coloured clothes were attention whores.” He sniffed and coughed away the emotion.

“After my gramma died, we planted flowers at her gravesite. I can’t even tell you what they were but I remember a year or so later the whole grave was an array of colour. During spring when my dad was working or busy doing something we’d sneak down there and tend to our little garden.” A sad smile came back to his face.

“I think she’d have loved you.” He said and Buck had to hold back his own emotion at hearing that.

“Y-yeah?” He said.

“Yeah. She loved learning things and we’d spent hours in the library reading random books on stuff. Although I don’t think I’d have survived the two of you believing in curses.” He laughed a little, fondly, at the end. Buck gave a soft laugh back.

“I wish I could’ve met her.”

Tommy turned his head to look at him. “Me too.“

Buck could so easily get lost in those eyes again; desperately wanted to, really. Be he looked away before he lost himself.

“Is there anybody that needs to be informed about your dad?”

“No, not that I’m aware of. No family left and I doubt he had any friends—people didn’t tend to stick around him very long.” Tommy told him.

“You said that you hadn’t seen him in 10 years?”

Tommy nodded. “My aunt Clara, mom’s sister, died and I came back for the funeral.” He picked at the paper on his beer bottle. “I was actually on my probie year at the 118 at the time. So you can imagine what it was like being closeted and under Gerrard.. I wasn’t exactly in the best place mentally. Dad was drinking as usual and by the time we got to the wake he was deliberately trying to goad me. Loudly telling everyone that I couldn’t hack it in the army because I wasn’t a real man. Then he made a comment about being as weak as my mom and I just lost it. I mean I wailed on him. 4 people had to drag me off him. I walked out of the place, got in my car and haven’t been back since.”

“Tommy, I..” Buck pushed the pizza box to the bottom of the bed and moved closer to him, putting a hand in his shoulder. “I’m so fucking sorry you had to grow up with someone like that. God, I wish I could go back and take you away from him. Or kick the crap out of him myself.” That last part got a snort out of Tommy.

He reached up and placed his hand on top of Bucks. Both of their hands fell from Tommys shoulder but they kept their fingers together.

“I, uh.. I actually owe you an apology.” Buck said to Tommy’s surprise.

“For what?”

“I’ve been thinking a lot over the last month and at first I was angry at you because you basically said that I didn’t really know you, just the idea of you. An-and I thought that it’s not my fault that you didn’t open up all that much. But then.. then I started to realise that there were things I never opened up to you about either.” He kept his eyes on their hands still connected by their fingertips.

“I never really told you about my parents.” He said.

“You don’t have to, Evan.”

“No, I-I do. I can’t ask you to be honest with me about your past and not show you the same courtesy.”

“Okay.” Tommy said.

“I had a brother.” He confessed. Tommy’s eyes widened.

“Yeah?”

Buck nodded. “Daniel. He was born after Maddie. He, uh got leukaemia. None of the family were a match so.. they made one. Me.” Tommy brows knitted together as he listened to Buck. “But the cells didn’t take and he, uh.. he died a year later.”

“Jesus, Evan. I’m sorry.” His hand, still in Bucks, squeezed a little tighter.

“Thing is, I didn’t know about him until a couple of years ago. Maddie told me that after he died they disappeared into their grief. Got rid of all his things, packed us all up and moved us away; forcing Maddie to keep his existence secret. I only found out because I found a photo of him and she told me about him.” He sipped his beer and took a deep breath.

“The thing is, when she told me it suddenly made my whole life make sense. I-I always felt like they looked through me. Unless they were criticising me and then suddenly they saw me. Nothing I ever did was good enough. Nothing either of us did was good enough. I spent my whole childhood doing stupid shit that got me hurt because when I was hurt I got their attention.

Anyway, Maddie dealt with it by taking the first opportunity to leave and ended up married to an abusive asshole. And I ended up flunking out of community college. I didn’t know at the time that Maddies husband was hurting her but I knew she wasn’t happy. I tried to convinced her to leave with me but in the end she couldn’t leave Doug and so she gave me her Jeep and I left.”

It had been years since Buck had found out about Daniel, and he’d dealt with it. But it wasn’t easy talking about sometimes. It always reminded him about the worst parts of his childhood and how lost and alone he felt. But it felt good telling Tommy.

He’d wanted to tell Tommy about Daniel when they were together but things were so happy and exciting with him that he feared any serious talk might ruin that.

And that was the moment he realised that he was equally at fault about their relationship ending. Tommy might have been the one to pull the trigger, but Buck wasn’t blameless.

“Where did you go?” Tommy asked.

Buck breathed a laugh into his beer bottle “Everywhere. Travelled all over the country trying out different things. Worked on a ranch, tried out for the Navy Seals, I-“

“You tried out for the Seals?” Tommy said in disbelief.

“Yep. I actually got accepted. But they wanted mindless and emotionless drones and-“

“And that is definitely not you.” Tommy teased.

“No it isn’t.” Buck agreed. “I ended up in Peru tending a bar. I didn’t realise it at the time but I was always searching for something that was missing. Every time I thought I’d found it, that missing feeling would come back.”

“Did you ever find it?”

Buck looked at Tommy for second before he answered.

“When you kissed me.”

Tommy’s face softened as he looked at him. Again Buck had to pull his eyes away before he did something stupid.

“I realised then that it was my sexuality. That was the missing piece I was searching for.”

Tommy specifically aside, the moment a man’s lips were on his it was like an epiphany smacking him dead in the face. He’d felt settled and right for the first time in his life. He also felt a little stupid after some retrospection and realised there were moments where it should have been a little more obvious.

Regardless, uncovering that side of himself made him feel more in tune with who he truly was.

But he could never forget that it was Tommy who opened up that side of him. Tommy who made him feel things he’d never felt before—physically and emotionally. And Tommy who despite that, had broken his heart.

He finally let go of Tommy’s hand and got off the bed. “I, uh.. I’m pretty tired. I’m gonna head to bed.”

A disappointed look showed on Tommy’s face for a moment before he fixed himself. “Yeah, I’m pretty damn exhausted too.” He stood up and removed the pizza box, closing it and placing it on the table before following Buck to the door.

“Evan?”

“Hm?” He said turning around.

Tommy stepped into his space and wrapped his arms around him tightly. Bucks arms automatically found their place around his waist and he closed his eyes.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

They stayed like that for a minute before Tommy pulled away and stepped back. Buck felt a surge of disappointment but said nothing. He opened the door and walked out into the hall.

“Good night.” He said walking the few feet to his door.

“Good night, Evan.”

[bluejaysandblackbats]

It Takes A Village

Fandom: YJ98, Flashfam, DC Comics

Summary: After witnessing Bart murder someone, his friends scramble to cover Bart's tracks and stumble upon an international scandal as a result.

(Minor background: Bart took a gap year, and Conner did two years of community college. This starts shortly after Bart's 19th birthday. So, Conner and Jenni are 20, Bart and Cissie are 19, Tim and Cassie are 18, I made Greta 17 for the sake of the fic, and Judy is 15. I decided to make Owen 22 and Thad 16 for plot reasons. Clark and Conner are brothers in this fic, and Clark is 12 years older for the sake of this fic, so he's 32.)

Chapters: 10/?

Characters: Bart Allen, Conner Kent, Judy Garrick, Jay Garrick, Joan Garrick, Cissie King-Jones, Cassie Sandsmark, Tim Drake, Greta Hayes, Jenni Ognats, Thad Thawne, Owen Mercer, Meloni Thawne, Clark Kent, Wally West, Linda Park, Courtney Whitmore, President Thawne

Relationship(s): KonBart, CissieCassie, WallyLinda

Additional Tags: Serial Killer AU, No Powers AU, Angst, Dark Comedy, Bart Allen Kills in This Fic, Minor Thad Thawne, Separated in Childhood, Some Smut in This

Chapter Ten: Ill

After the fight, Bart’s fever spiked, and he tried to say goodnight to rush to the parking garage. Grant and Grant’s friend Tommy and Tommy’s friend Dinah and Tommy’s father, Ted… They all wanted to talk. His line of vision thinned out and his stomach dropped as he continued to nod and smile. He couldn’t muster the energy to speak. “Oh man, I forgot… Bart’s got work tomorrow. We gotta go,” Grant stated. Bart nodded, smiling at everyone, mouthing goodnight but not managing a sound. 

They nearly made it to the garage when Bart got tunnel vision, and his ears started ringing. He grabbed Grant’s arm in a last-ditch effort to keep his balance, but his eyes rolled back, his knees buckled, and if it hadn’t been for Grant’s quick thinking, he would’ve landed on his face. 

**

Bart woke up in the hospital, groggy and speechless as he reached for his IV. Grant stopped him. “Hey, buddy… Let’s not do that. We’re in the emergency room. You took a little spill, and they want you to stay until your temperature—.” 

“No… I have to go home. They’re gonna call my grandparents,” Bart mumbled, “I don’t want my—.” 

Grant shook his head. Bart sank into the bed, too weak to move. “Bart, they called your grandpa a couple of minutes ago. Bart, why didn’t you tell me you were sick? I would’ve understood,” Grant frowned. Bart shut his eyes. 

“I have to call my grandpa… I have to—. I don’t want him to come here,” Bart mumbled as he opened his eyes and reached into his pocket to grab his phone. 

He called Barry because he was scared to call Iris. “Bart! Hey, are you okay? We just got a call saying you passed out,” Barry panted over the phone. 

“Grandpa, you don’t have to come out this way. I’ll be out of the hospital before you get here—.” 

“Bart, what happened?” Barry asked. 

Bart didn’t want Iris to come to the hospital. It would’ve reminded him of the observatory. It would’ve made everything worse. “Grandpa, I can hear you moving around. Just stop for a minute,” Bart pleaded in Interlac. He rarely used it with Barry because the language sounded strange on Barry’s tongue. With Iris, he dropped the veil and spoke in mostly Interlac. It rolled off their tongues naturally, leaving Bart the space to say everything he wanted as fast as it came to him. 

“What’s wrong?” Barry asked. 

“Nothing… I’m sick and bit off a little more than I could chew today. I’m fine. I’ll stay home for a few days after I sign myself out—.”

“Bart, if you don’t want us to come down there, you’ve gotta promise to stay until they discharge you,” Barry whispered. Bart shut his eyes. 

“Fine… And Grandpa, can I ask you a quick question?” Bart asked. He softened, hoping Barry could answer something for him. 

“Ask away,” Barry whispered. 

“When you found out Grandma and I were alive—. Grandpa, did Grandma ever tell you what happened to her when she wasn’t with me?” Bart questioned. He felt a sick pit in his stomach as the words left his mouth. 

“Not much. She said she did what she had to to get you out of there. I don’t think she wants us to know… I try to respect that,” Barry answered. Bart sighed. “I know… Get some rest. Keep us posted. I love you, Pup.”

“Love you too, Grandpa. And goodnight just in case I fall asleep and forget to text you later,” Bart whispered. They hung up, and Bart pressed his palms against his eyelids.

“You okay, Bart?” Grant asked. Bart nodded. 

“Did it look bad?” Bart asked. 

“Your nose started bleeding and you threw up in the ambulance. It looked like coffee grounds—.” 

“Shit. Don’t worry. I’m taking something for that… Thanks for staying with me,” Bart smiled, “But I’ll be okay if you have to leave. I’ll call Cissie and tell her after—.” 

“Bart, is something going on that you don’t want me to know about?” Grant asked. Bart shook his head. 

“I just don’t like people to make a fuss over my health. I’m gonna be fine. I promised my grandparents that I’ll stay until the hospital discharges me, so you don’t have to worry about—.”

“I don’t have anywhere to be… And I’m not making a fuss. I’m hanging out with a friend. You know… That’s the first time I’ve heard you speak anything other than English,” Grant noted. 

“I feel like I’m never saying the right thing in English. I’ve never been one for nuance,” Bart half-joked. 

“I think you’ve gotten the hang of it. There’s a lot of distance between what you’re saying and what you’re thinking now. I know that for sure… Listen, I know you didn’t have it easy. You bounced around a lot, too… And I know we don’t have the same experiences, but I can’t help but feel like you’re trying to mask something. Some kind of—. I don’t know. You’re masking some sort of trauma,” Grant observed. It made Bart feel exposed and naked. 

“Grant, you’re getting dangerously close to something that’s none of your—.” 

“Bart, I’m not trying to hurt you… I think you’re hurting yourself. I want you to know there are places for you to talk to people about what’s going on that aren’t like—. Places that aren’t traditional talk therapy. Your stress is killing you. I’ve never known you to be sick before, and you can’t honestly tell me you came down with—.” 

“Grant, stop. Stop, okay?” Bart interrupted as he tried to close his eyes and go to sleep. 

“Okay. I’ll be here when you wake up,” Grant replied. 

**

Bart’s phone vibrated in his pocket and he shifted uncomfortably as he reached in his pocket for it. His headache subsided. He answered his phone without looking. “Cissie called and said they kept you overnight at the hospital. She told your job you wouldn’t be in for a few days, and I’m on my way to the—.”

“Tim?” Bart questioned, still confused. 

“Cissie asked me to come early to make sure you don’t land yourself in the hospital again. Besides, we can listen to Creachur King and Late Night Licks when they drop,” Tim replied. 

“Late Night Licks is back?” Bart asked. 

“Who listens to Late Night Licks?” Grant asked, half-asleep with his eyes shut. He lay over Bart’s lap. 

“My friend, Tim. If you’re in town, you can listen to the new episode with us. I’ve been meaning to introduce you two to each other. Tim, would you mind if Grant listened with us?” Bart asked. 

“I wouldn’t mind. Cissie told me Grant wanted to stay a night or two. I heard they’re having a celebrity do a voiceover for the premier’s story of the week along with an interview,” Tim replied, “I gotta get back on the road, but I’ll see you in a little bit.” 

“Alright… I’m gonna get some more sleep. Wake me up when you get here,” Bart whispered before hanging up. He fell asleep with his phone on his chest, and Grant sat up. 

**

Grant, Tim, and Bart squeezed together in the queen-sized bottom bunk, listening to Late Night Licks through their headphones using a splitter. Bart started to nod off before sirens startled him awake. He ripped his headphones out and gave Tim the laptop before climbing over Grant to go to the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later to grab a bag of gummies from his drawer, and he ate three. “What’s that?” Grant asked. 

“You don’t want one,” Tim answered without looking. Grant’s eyes widened. “Yeah.” 

Bart nodded. “He’s right,” Bart replied as he put his headphones on to finish the episode. A few minutes before it ended, Bart let his head tilt back, feeling heavy and weightless at the same time. He shut his eyes, gently clearing his throat. He opened his eyes, turning toward the door. “Bart?” Grant whispered. Bart climbed over Grant. “Where are you headed?” 

“The shower,” Bart mumbled as he took his phone with him. 

Bart soaked in the tub, shutting his eyes as he scrubbed his skin. He leaned back into the water, letting it cover his face, and he ran a hand through his hair. The sponge in his hand lightly brushed his forehead, and he groaned. He took the sponge and ran it down the underside of his left arm. He couldn’t hold onto a single thought as it came to him, so he honed in on the sensations that felt the best. He ran the sponge down the center of his chest, past his waistline, and he shut his eyes, absentmindedly touching and squeezing. Sweat dripped down his temple as he took his other hand, cupping the underside of his balls as they twitched in his palm. He groaned long, low, and drawn out from the back of his throat as he came into the tub. He let the water drain and stood still, watching until it was gone before turning the shower on. 

He got out once he started shivering, and he dressed before calling Conner. “Bart, hey. How are you?” Conner asked. “Do you feel a little better?” 

“I love you,” Bart whispered, still half out of it. “I’m okay. I’m a little high right now, but I—. I—. Playing with your hair and—. The little bit of hair above your waistline—. What’s that called?” 

Conner laughed over the phone. “ A snail trail? ” Conner asked. 

“Mhm… I like that. And I like the way you sound when you wake up and—. Conner, I like you. Everything about you. You’re perfect to me,” Bart whispered. Conner made a noise over the phone. 

“I like you and love you too, Bart… Try to get some rest tonight—.”

“I want to hear about your day,” Bart interrupted as he draped himself across the couch, wrapping himself in a blanket. “I want to hear your voice.”

“Okay… Well, this morning I had french toast and bacon in the cafeteria. Then, I walked to class and Cassie took me to her gym. I like her gym better than mine because the girls there like to recommend songs to each other, and a couple of them brought their boyfriends who were super cool… And Clark invited us out for milkshakes at this new place. Lois ordered for everyone, and I had a strawberry milkshake with collagen in it. That was pretty cool,” Conner took a deep breath, “And I’m on lunch right now at work… But I get off at three in the morning. If you get up late tonight, you can text me. I’ll probably be up.”

“Sounds good… Thank you for talking to me about your day. You don’t know how much it helps,” Bart whispered. 

“Of course. Thank you for asking about my day. If we don’t talk tonight, I want to talk to you about your day tomorrow,” Conner whispered. 

“Okay… Talk to you soon,” Bart mumbled. 

“Okay. Bye, baby,” Conner replied before hanging up. Cissie came in the front door and frowned. 

“Bart, why is your hair wet?” Cissie asked. She grabbed a towel from her room and dried him off. “Tim and Grant were supposed to be—.” Cissie sighed, and Bart looked up with a big smile on his face. “What?”

“Give me a hug. I missed you,” Bart whispered. Cissie softened, sat down, and wrapped her arms around him. “I had a good day…”

“Did you smoke today?” Cissie asked. Bart shook his head. 

“Gummies,” Bart replied. Cissie chuckled. 

“Oh, nice… I had a good day, too,” Cissie replied. Bart lit up.

“Tell me all about it,” Bart requested with gentle enthusiasm. 

Cissie sank into the couch beside Bart, relaxing her shoulders, and she glanced at him. “Oh, I crushed it in class today. We had a comprehension check this morning, and I was so ready for it. Then, I—. Oh, I got you something,” Cissie answered as she reached into her pocket and gave Bart a little bottle of juice. “I got it at the juice bar down the street. It’s a wellness shot. I got it for like seventy percent off because they were about to close… And they were gonna toss it.” 

Bart opened the bottle and downed it without a word, and he turned to her with a sour expression. “I see why it’s a shot… Thanks, Cissie. Did you get something for yourself?” Bart questioned with his eyes closed. He lay over her lap, reached for the remote, and turned the TV on without looking. 

Cissie took the remote and turned the news on. “I did. I got myself a celery juice—.” Bart heard someone on the TV speaking his language, and he sat up. “Oh god, Bart. Isn’t that awful? They say he was in there a while before they found him,” Cissie replied. Bart kissed her temple and returned to his room, leaving Cissie perplexed.

**

When Bart was well enough, he started spending all his free time at the park on jogs. Three days. Watching and waiting. He marked the time on his skin with lipstick. Easy to wash off. The times varied. So, his afternoon jogs proved to be equally fruitful. Dr. Eric Donnovan. From the park, Bart found his car. From the car, Bart found his opening. Eric Donnovan always parked in a secluded area. It was usually within a two-block radius of the park and hidden well enough that Bart could be alone for as long as he needed. 

Bart read more about him in some of the other files when he could stomach looking at them. He couldn’t bear to read Thad’s, so he read the others. Dr. Eric Donnovan botched more medical procedures than he successfully completed, which led Bart to believe he was harming children on purpose. The desire to kill him led Bart down a rabbit hole of vengeful gestures. He wanted to kill Donnovan so much that it made him sick inside. It twisted his stomach into knots and he couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned, thinking of all the ways he could harm him. He couldn’t do it within the first two weeks, but he knew the third week… The third week, when he went to visit Conner, he’d have the opportunity to do it. He couldn’t visit Conner the first week because he was still too tired to drive, so Conner visited the following week.

**

Conner kissed Bart’s neck, reaching up Bart’s shirt. “I missed you last week. I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Conner whispered between kisses. Bart seemed limp and uninvolved. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Bart whispered. Conner stopped and sat beside Bart, waiting patiently for an explanation or a description of Bart’s feelings. 

“Are you okay?” Conner asked. 

“I think I’m distracted… I can’t get my head right,” Bart mumbled, “I’m sorry.” Conner smiled. 

“Don’t feel bad… We could actually watch the movie we put on,” Conner offered. Bart looked at Conner’s sad eyes and something in him cracked. He couldn’t tell Conner everything, but he figured it wouldn’t kill him to tell Conner a little bit. 

Bart leaned over and grabbed his file from the drawer. “Conner, I want to—. You have to promise not to tell anyone if I show you this,” Bart whispered. 

“I promise,” Conner answered. 

Bart opened the file and took out a set of pictures. “Remember how I said these were my medical records? I wasn’t lying, but—. This was—. Look,” Bart stammered. He showed Conner a picture of a doctor forcing a mask over his mouth and nose while nurses held him down. He was careful to show the pictures that didn’t clearly show the doctors’ faces. Conner looked despite everything in his body screaming for him to look away. He swallowed hard as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Some of the procedures were normal but most of them were experiments to see how much I could take mentally. My pain tolerance. How long I could go without sleep. It was—. Effectively it was torture. I never hugged anyone. I never held hands. Behind glass... I never knew what my grandma smelled like.” 

“Bart,” Conner whispered, “This is what you—. No one would ever know you came from this.”

“That’s why I’m not always responsive. I’m—. I know it’s not normal now, but I—. Moving here, I didn’t know how anything worked. I didn’t know—. It’s so hard to reach out sometimes because I feel like it’s easier not to show anything, but—. I want you to know me. 

“I want you to understand that even if it isn’t comparable to anyone else’s emotions, I love you more than I’ve loved anyone. I want you, and I need you. I want you to need me, too. This isn’t to make you pity me. This is so you know, I came from a place where I wasn’t allowed to experience love in its purest form, and I love you despite everything I was taught. I was taught not to love or connect, and I love you now,” Bart explained. Conner kissed Bart’s cheek. 

“Thank you for sharing this with me. Thank you for trusting me… I—. Bart, I’m sorry for crying at this,” Conner smiled. Bart put his file away, turned to him, and wiped Conner’s cheeks. 

“Thank you for all the love you’ve shown me… And thank you for showing me what patience and humanity look like,” Bart answered. They kissed. His lips kept finding Conner’s, never truly finding air until Conner pulled away. 

“Do you want to watch a stupid movie?” Conner asked. 

“Let’s squeeze into Cissie’s bed and force her to watch something dumb,” Bart smiled. 

Conner paused, looking deep into Bart, and Bart froze, wondering if Conner found something he didn’t like. But Conner smiled, gently kissing his forehead. “You’re safe now,” Conner reassured. The word safe echoed in Bart’s head, and he smiled, trying to shake it off. “No one’s going to hurt you anymore—.” 

Hurt. Conner acknowledged the part that no one else seemed to. The hurt. It wasn’t the lack of safety. It was the fact that people hurt him and his parents and his aunt and uncle. It all hurt, and Conner understood that. Bart lay down, pulling Conner down beside him. Killing for Bart was his only way of returning that hurt to the senders. He hid his face in Conner’s shirt. “I changed my mind. Let’s stay here,” Bart mumbled. Conner nodded as he held Bart close.

[rainstarboii]

roleplay request

MY ONLY RULES IS THAT YOU BE 18+

Hullo, jellybeans. My name is Robyn, and I have been writing since I was about 11yrs old. I've gotten better with my writing over the years, but recently, I took a small break and would LOVE to get back into an rp. I try to be into all the genre's, but my main focus right now is romance, fantasy, adventure, and mystery (specifically in that order, oop xp). I am double up friendly (prefer to double up, but all is well if not)! Speaking on writing, my replies tend to match my partner(s), but I really do enjoy a good paragraph or two (or ten if I'm super into the roleplay). I can't work with anything under 10 computer lines, guys. My writing schedule is a bit crazy, if I'm being honest. I have some mental health issues, so I might disappear for a couple days before returning. Nothing with you guys, promise. Otherwise, I'm either sleep, hanging with friends or doing something with family, but will end up sending a reply before I head to bed. Other than that, I am pretty free, so I'll try to let you know if I need to disappear for a little while. I am a sucker for aesthetics, so I hope writing in lowercase is alright (not a requirement if a pet peeve of yours). I have a high tolerance for gore and violence, so please feel free to send me your most violently gory ideas my way! I also do write sexual content! We can talk kinks/limits elsewhere! Bouncingg off this, I don't have any triggers other than the main set (can talk more about it later). The fandoms I am really into right now are as follows (no particular order, but I bolded the ones I would die for to do): bbc sherlock, percy jackson / hoo, vampire diaries, criminal minds, harry potter, twilight saga, marvel / mcu, leverage. I am very okay with doing different plots if we end up having the same love interest and our oc's being friends. I normally write for b x b / m|m only for my side of things, but I don't mind doing a m x f pairing if I can play the male side (unless the love interest is female, then I don't mind). I can totally find some ideas, create some, or just bounce off of you. Doesn't matter to me in the slightest. Speaking on plots, I do not have any detailed plots prepared, but I can create some plots depending on the pairing. Just let me know if we are doing original or fandom and I can wrack my brain for things / ideas. I have characters made on another site, but am willing to write up some more if necessary. My last few things is that I am autistic and live with my grandma, so please be patient with me! This is really long and I am sorry for that (I like to ramble), so I'll end this here. Mwuah <3

[sarahnotjmaas]

Here it is, my chaotic note taking as I experienced Queen of Shadows 4.5/5⭐️

I do not trust Arobynn. Why does this woman keep working with this man.

Who is with Chaol?? SHE!?!?

I heard the fandom is full of Chaol haters and tbh I don’t get it. I’m only on the 5th book but not seeing it yet

Chaol is kinda dumb haha and super sensitive and 5 books in has yet to prove he can fight like at all. He killed Cain but it was a single strike and that was like his first kill. Ever.

SJM wouldn’t write another tragic love story right!? Cuz Chaol is in need of character building and Nesryn and him are already giving me Dorian and Sorscha vibes.

Listen in SJM books endgame relationships are slow burbs. They have chemistry to quickly

HE PAWNED THE RING???

Kaltain has a collar too!!

Dorian battling for his life with that demon 😭

Aelin, we’re officially calling her Aelin now, is wasting her time with Arobynn she is capable without he’s gonna double cross her I know it

Her showing up to the shadow markets was dope!

When is Manon gonna for something cool. She has an awesome dragon puppy Abraxos and she’s doing nothing. Low key I love Asterin and she clearly has her back so demoting her was a bitch move

This book has more action, I like it

Sneaking into the party as a dancer, nice.

The smoke, very Harry Potter! I could see this scene so vividly in my head

Chaol is being a jerk a little bit. He acts like the whole rebellion isn’t for Aelin. When you start holding your own then you can talk, Mr. I’ve only ever killed one person, otherwise stop bossing Aelin around……

Oh shit Elide is a witch. So she’s in with the witches meaning when she links back up with her childhood homies Aedion and Aelin they will be a steaming pile of shit in the kings bed! Hell yea

When does Rowan come back 😭oh okay

27 chapters lol

I read pine and snow and my heart fluttered

No she made a bath for him with all her fancy soaps!!! BECAUSE SHE YELLED AT SAM FOR USING THEM!!!!!!

Gavriel is Aedion’s father!?!???

Oh no poor Aedion, the blood oath was sworn to him but also…. Why can’t she have both she’s the queen she can make her own rules

THE NIGHTGOWN!!!!! She better get a fucking good night gown i stg!!

My boy Chaol is BITTER! Damn he fucked up in the second book and is gonna be bitter the rest of the series. He’s giving big soft boy energy. #NiceGuysFinishLast lol but I low key still want the best for him. He’s loyal to Dorian at the end of the day. Period. However if he’s trying to free Dorian doesn’t he think giving him full access to his powers might help him beat that demon in his body… just saying

Rowan’s and Aelin are literally dating

Going to Sam’s grave. Having Rowan go with her😭 I’m welling up it’s too much. I fucking hate Arobynn and it better be the sweetest death cuz I hate him so much

So I’m definitely not a fan of the witch maternity prison ward that’s happening. Everything about that is uncomfy and I need it to end immediately. Asterin seems to be the only sane one.

Rowan wearing the almost oil, power move!

No, not the room where she saw Sam’s mangled body😭HE PUT THE RING ON HER FINGER!!! Is she faking it??I knew it lol wait but why did he say don’t touch me like that 😭well good for Lysandra I guess

This book is an emotional rollercoaster

There is something SO sus about her Manons grandma. She bowed to the king!?!?!? What’s in the trailer?? What did Manon see??????

Hold up!!! The King is just another victim!?!? No fucking way!!!! That’s a twist I didn’t expect

ALL THOSE CENTURIES, I WAS JUST LOOKING FOR YOU fuck me up Rowan 😭

Slamming the door on Aedion’s face was a little rude but his timing is awful. Wait Lysandra and Aedion???? Love that, that’s fierce pair

Still not a Chaol hater and the trio of friendship between Aelin, Dorian and Chaol is so sweet. Is Chaol ever gonna find a woman he lives as much as Dorian lol CHAOL IS PARALYZED!?!? He broke his promise to Nesry cuz he can’t walk! I’m screaming “Let’s have an adventure,Nesryn Faliq” okay cute but am I alone in thinking Chaol needs someone meeker?? Like someone softer because I think nesryn is too much woman for him…….kinda (don’t come for me)

I never know what part of an SJM book will make me cry but making Lysandra a lady and having Evangeline be her heir got me actually tearing up!

Manon and Dorian. MANON AND DORIAN!!!!!!

Crying again cuz Rowan smells like Terrasen!

[lea-andres]

Not to derail your post OP but I'm about to start old lady reminiscing about the horror that was early 2010s Sonic fandom- *everyone starts screaming in terror*

Sonadow wasn't liked by some groups back then either, but that was because it was the "yucky yaoi ship" (that is in quotations because I don't believe that, I'm quoting the 2010s fandom sentiment, no one yell at me for calling it that or I will laugh you out of town)

And now there's groups (including me) that don't like Sonadow now because it's gotten annoying.

IDK, it's just interesting to me how we're coming full circle back to that. "history repeats", "die a hero or live long enough to become the enemy", blah blah blah... *Cue "okay grandma let's get you to bed" meme*

Hi i hope its not a bother to ask but what's the problem with sonadow? Im not asking as shipper or anything cause i dont care that much about shipping characters together, im just new to sonic content and curious if there's like a canon reason why its bad or if it's just he fans who are annoying about it

there's nothing actually "wrong" with it, the shippers just tend to be annoying

[thatonecurlygirl]

When Realities Blur [Chapter Four]

Fandom: Stranger Things Pairing: Eddie x Reader Word Count: ~1.4k

Masterlist

Being the youngest of two girls, you had always wished you had a little sister to do fun things with, even more so since your sister was a witch and not the fun kind either. Samantha was downright evil, everything she said and did with you had some kind of sinister intent behind it, which is one of the reasons your parents got divorced anyway. Samantha was always mean and hateful toward you and it was always painfully obvious, but Mom stuck up for Samantha no matter what she did. 

So it was nice to actually get quality girl time with someone that is not Samantha and do things that sisters may do.

You and Max sit on your bed under heavy quilts, bowl of popcorn between the two of you as you watch late night reruns of Little House on the Prairie, your guilty pleasure in the 21st century... probably here too. Max watches it with a snarl on her face when the bratty Nellie come on, causing trouble and overall being a pain. 

“You tell anyone I’m watching this show with you, I will kill you.” She laughs. 

“What, is Max too good for Little House on the Prairie?” You giggle, popping some more popcorn into your mouth. 

“Yes,” She scoff, “I mean, this is like a grandma show. I can’t believe you like this show.” 

“Laura Ingalls is my childhood comfort character, okay? We can change it if you want.” You offer. 

“No,” She shakes her head, “We can finish this episode.” 

You smile behind your hand, kicking the blankets off your legs when the phone rings on the other side of your bedroom. You quickly make your way over, grabbing the phone before it has the chance to wake your dad who is likely exhausted from a long day at work. 

“This is Y/N, do you know what time it is?” You ask, astonished as you look up at the clock on your wall that shows 1:27 am.

“Going on 1:30,” the voice replies. 

“Eddie, is that you?” You ask, the voice sounds incredibly similar to his but you can’t be sure. 

“Yeah, what are you doing up so late?” He asks.

“Watching tv with Max. Is everything okay?” You ask, worried. 

Max sits up straighter, eyebrows knitting together in concern as she tugs at the edge of the blanket, ready to jump out of the bed at any moment. The momentary pause on Eddie’s end of the line causes panic to begin to rise in your chest before he begins speaking again. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just wanted to thank you again for the snacks. Could you bring some more tomorrow?”

“Yes, of course.” This time you pause. “Eddie, how’d you get my number?” You ask, shooing Max to let her know everything is okay.

“Dustin.” He replies simply “I called him a few minutes ago and he gave me your number.” 

“Wait, so you called Dustin at 1:30 in the morning to ask him for my number and then ask me to bring you more food?” You hold back an exasperated laugh. 

“Well when you put it like that, it sounds ridiculous.” He grumbles on the other end of the line. 

“Because it is ridiculous, Eddie. You could have asked Dustin to have us bring food for you.” 

“Dustin isn’t as pretty as you.” Smooth

“You can’t even see me, Eddie.” You shake your head. 

“But I can hear you, you have the voice of an angel...or a siren. Either way, it’s gorgeous.” 

A red blush rushed to your cheeks and eyes go wide. You turn to look at Max who is still looking at you with questioning eyes, mouthing “What is he saying?”. Shaking your head, you hold up a finger to tell her to wait.

“I- uhm... Thanks, but we both should probably get some sleep. Do you want me to bring you anything other than food tomorrow?” You ask, heart thumping wildly. 

“A solution to this shit I’ve managed to step in.” He groans. 

“I’m working on that, don’t worry. Goodnight, Eddie.” 

“Goodnight, Y/L/N.” He hangs up the phone. 

You slowly put the phone safely back in it’s home before turning back to Max who is looking at you expectantly, sipping on the orange soda in her hand. She pats the spot on your bed that you were sitting in, hurrying you to go spill the tea. 

“What did Eddie say?” She asks, nearly whispering. 

“I think he was flirting with me.” You chuckle, surprised as you think back to what he said. 

“Seriously?” She’s just as surprised as you. 

“Yeah.” 

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The five of you quickly and carefully make your way to the boat house, brandishing many different items for Eddie. Dustin has the food, Max the walkie-talkie that is already tuned to the correct channel to reach Dustin. Steve and Robin carry the drinks and you the pillow and quilt you snatched from your bed and you and Max rushed out of the house.

Eddie stands by the window, startled away when you walk in. He must’ve heard the car pull in but was unable to see where Steve had parked the car from the window he was peering though. His hand flies to his chest to calm his rapidly beating heart and he smiles wide when he realizes that he isn’t currently in danger.

“Delivery service!” Dustin announces.

“We brought food and drinks.” Robin pushes past Dustin, laying the bags down on the wooden desk that you had cleared off last night before the five of you left. 

“And blankets. They won’t make a world of difference, but it’s be better than covering up that that tarp.” You smile, placing the quilt and small pillow into the boat. 

“Grab some food and get comfortable, we need to talk.” Steve motions to the bags.

Eddie grabs a box of cereal and a Yoohoo and climbs back in the boat, you’re surprised he isn’t tired of being the the darned thing already, you would be. The rest of you gather around, preparing to let Eddie in on what you all had discussed earlier on the ride out here. 

“So I got some good news and some bad news. How do you prefer?” Dustin asks. 

“Bad news first. Always.” He takes a swig of his Yoohoo. 

That’s when we break it to him. Everyone is looking for you and the police and convinced that he killed Chrissy. Luckily no one really knows that Eddie has anything to do with it, but that won’t last long. 

“Technically we are still in the brainstorming phase.” Everyone stutters around something positive to say, each playing a part in finishing the sentence. 

“There’s nothing to worry about!” Dustin adds. 

“Plus, we have me. There’s got to be something that I can contribute. I’m still working on how exactly, but we will figure it out.” 

Your sentence is punctuated with the wailing of sirens and lights, startling all of you as Eddie hides beneath the blankets and tarps in the boat and the rest of you run to the small window. A mess of first responders fly down the street, you know exactly what happened and you know that you and the other four need to be there.

“We have to go, Eddie. We will be back. Radio Dustin if you need anything!” You shout and rush out of the boat house, the others following closely behind you. 

You all are quick to jump into Steve’s car and race to the obvious crime scene. The road is blocked, a sheet covering the obvious body laying in the middle of the road and there is Nancy Wheeler, talking to the police. The five of you slowly exit the vehicle and you can see the realization hit her.

“And so it begins.” You sigh. 

“Who is it?” Max asks, turning to look at you. 

“It’s Fred, Fred Benson.” You sigh softly, running your hand across your face. 

“Works on the newspaper with Nancy, Fred?” Robin asks, eyes wide as she looks between you, Freds covered body, and Nancy. 

“That’s the one.” You nod. “We need to talk to Nancy as soon as possible and fill her in on what is going on.” 

“You’re right,” Steve starts to walk toward the blocked off area that Nancy is standing as she talks to the police.

“Where are you going?” Robin whisper shouts. 

“I’ll be right back, get in the car.” Steve replies with a wave. 

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[scarofthewind]

Slashers on Mother’s Day

A/N: Here is the first part of the mini, multi-fandom series I am doing in honor of mother’s day! I hope you all enjoy this pure fluff!

Mother’s Day master post

Warnings: None, pure fluff and joy, reader is a mother obviously

word count: 2.6k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Spoils you too much:

Charles Lee Ray: “I think she’ll like this one, what do you think?” Charles asks his daughter who stood next to him, looking up at the overpriced jewelry in her father’s hands. “Too big,” she shakes her head and Charles agrees after looking it over once again. He already had a whole basket on his arm full of stuff for you ranging from stuffed animals your daughter had picked out to flowers, jewelry and even some pieces of clothing. Just as the two thought they were done shopping and walked over to the check out, Charles pauses by the perfume stand and looks them over, picking up a few and smelling them before bending over and letting his daughter smell. “Smells like grandma, Dad,” she scrunched her nose as he quickly put it back. They spend more time shopping than they need to but the smile on your face when they bring out the loads of gifts is enough to make everyone happy. 

Brahms Heelshire: Brahms did all his shopping days before Mother’s day, but the amount of items he’d purchased made you question his sanity. “Don’t look at me, she picked that out,” Brahms shrugged, pointing to your daughter who was giggling next to you. “Mommy will look like a princess,” her contagious laugh made Brahms crack a smile as you put the simple tiara on your head. “Uh oh, the Queen needs to watch out,” he joked, resting his head on his palm as he watched you continue to open the countless gifts scattered in the living room. “You know this was too much right? Flowers and a card are usually what’s expected.” You told him with a smile. Brahms nodded over to the coffee table where a giant bouquet of flowers and a few cards sat, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I think you got this one for yourself,” you said to your daughter who was playing with the stuffed animal she had picked out as well. Another giggle erupted from her as you tickled her sides, Brahms watching from his spot, his heart flooding with a warmth he wanted to keep forever. 

Jason Voorhees: Since he doesn’t come from money, or have it for that matter, he likes to spoil you in other ways like physical touch or by waiting on you hand and foot. “I can get to the bathroom by myself you dork,” you told your lover as he carried you from the couch to the bathroom, only letting you down when you were inside. When you shut the door, Jason turned around to look at his daughter who was coloring a picture for you for Mother’s Day. “Look! Look!” She squealed in joy, waving her father over before pointing at the messy shaped people. “There’s you, me, and Momma!” Her eyes looked up to Jason with excitement and happiness that made him smile. “Should I draw her another one?” She asked, reaching across the table to grab another piece of paper before aggressively scribbling on it. The bathroom door opening made Jason move towards you, picking you up and walking you over to the kitchen table, not wanting you do any moving on your own today. With a soft kiss to your head once he sat you in a chair, he moved to sit next to you, watching as your daughter gave her artwork to her mother and wondering how he got so lucky. 

Bubba Sawyer: He woke up with the sun and so did his kid; both of them ready to spoil you as soon as you woke up with small gifts and lots of love. “I think we should make chocolate chip pancakes!” Bubba’s son said with a lopsided grin as they both stood in the kitchen. Looking at the stove, Bubba scratched his head, unsure of the recipe or how you even make them, his child doing the same thing. “Maybe we just make coffee?” The little boy suggested and Bubba nodded, moving over to the coffee machine and getting it started. “Flowers,” Bubba said suddenly, remembering what it was he thought he was forgetting. With a determined nod, his son took off to the garden to pick some of the wildflowers before bringing them inside to help his dad make them look pretty. Carefully taking the vase over to the table where a card and some homemade candy sat, Bubba set the flowers down and nodded in approval. “Boys?” You asked from upstairs, tiredly waking up and running your hands over your face before hearing two sets of footsteps come barreling up the stairs. “Happy Mother’s Day, Momma!” Your son shouted as he leapt across the bed, tackling you in a hug before Bubba did the same, nearly knocking the air from your lungs. The faint smell of coffee in the air and the spoils of a father and son with more than enough love to give, made your day the best. 

Wakes you up with a kiss and breakfast:

Michael Myers: “I made this at school for her,” Michael’s daughter said to him, holding up a poem about mother’s day she’d written for you. “I’m sure she’ll love it. Can you do me a favor and set the table?” He said gently, watching his daughter nod and walk over to the silverware drawer while he continued working on the bacon and eggs that were hot on the stove. It was quiet between the two like usual until his daughter spoke once more, “I’m hungry, when’s she waking up?” Turning the stove off and putting the pans on the opposite side of the appliance, Michael wiped his hands off on the kitchen towel before looking over at his child. The vase full of flowers almost blocked her tiny body from his view but when he stepped around the table, he could see her eyes that matched his, glimmering with excitement. “You stay here and I’ll go get her okay? Get your poem ready that you made for her,” Michael watched as she grabbed the paper and held on to it as he walked upstairs to the bedroom where you were sleeping peacefully. Looking around to make sure his daughter didn’t follow, Michael walked over to the side of the bed where you slept and began peppering kisses all over your face, watching you twitch and let out a low groan at being woken up. With a small smirk, Michael began kissing lower, his mouth attaching itself to your neck before you shot up, pushing him off you. “Happy Mother’s Day,” he chuckled, watching you smile and shake your head at him before moving to press a kiss to his lips. 

Pelle: All you felt were the feather-light kisses of your husband as he pressed his lips against your cheek, waking you from your sleep. As your eyes opened, Pelle pulled back and grinned down at you, letting you sit up before pressing his lips to yours, “Happy Mother’s Day to the best one in the world,” he said softly, your heart warming at his words as you hear the bedroom door open and your kids come walking in, the eldest holding a tray of food and the youngest carrying a cup carefully towards you. “We made breakfast- well- technically Dad did,” your oldest said with a smile, setting the tray down on your lap and letting his sibling set the cup down on your nightstand. “You didn’t have to do all this,” you said with a small smile, letting your kids hug you tightly, the youngest one crawling into bed next to you. “How else would we show our appreciation for you?” Pelle hummed, the corner’s of his eyes crinkling as he smiled. “We also have flowers and a few cards for you but I left them in the living room,” your eldest told you before he turned and went to get them. “Love you Momma,” the younger sibling said, yawning at your side with a tired smile on their face. “I love you too,” you replied, pressing a kiss to their head before looking down at the food on your lap and digging in. 

Thomas Hewitt: “A little to the left- just a bit more- perfect!” Thomas taped up the Mother’s Day banner in the place his daughter instructed before moving back and looking at it with a nod. “What flowers should I get?” His son asked as he came through the front door, hands covered in dirt. “Anything that’s bloomed and that’s not brown already,” Thomas told him before the boy took off outside. The daughter walked to the kitchen, fixing up the rest of the food before setting the table and getting the coffee ready. “You should go wake her up, Dad, I can get the rest of the stuff set up since there’s not much left.” With a nod, Thomas moved towards the stairs, making his way to the bedroom and opening the door only to find you sitting up in bed. “Did we wake you?” Thomas asked as he walked over, leaned down, and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You shook your head after he pulled away before moving to your knees to chase after his lips, kissing him once more. A low chuckle left him once you had your fill, a lazy smile resting on your face. “Happy Mother’s Day to the best woman in the world.” He said gently, watching you smile before following him downstairs where your kids waited with a wonderful meal and decorations. 

Vincent Sinclair: “What are you doing?” You laughed tiredly as Vincent proceeded to press kisses all along your face and neck, tickling you lightly. “Happy Mother’s Day,” he cooed, helping you sit up before he practically dragged you to the kitchen, showing you all of the food that he may or may not had Bo help him make for you. “Momma!” You heard your twins shout as they ran over from the living room, nearly taking you out as they hugged your legs. “Happy Mother’s Day! You’re the bestest Mom ever!” “We made you some stuff come look!” They both were such high energy that it made your face hurt from smiling as they pulled you over to the living room where they had little crafts all over the place for you. A painting of their handprints as well as Vincent’s that formed a tree made your heart flutter and you knew you’d be hanging that on the wall soon. The front door opened and Bo walked in carrying flowers for you and some candy for the twins, making them turn their attention towards him for the time being. “Happy Mother’s Day to the mother of my nieces,” he smiled at you, giving you a hug before being tackled by the twins as they searched him for the candy. Walking back into the kitchen, you put the flowers in a vase and moved to wrap your arms around Vincent, pressing your lips to his for a second, “Thank you for all this.” With a small laugh and his arms tightening around you, Vincent replied, “Anything for the love of my life and the mother of my two amazing daughters.”

Almost forgets but his kid reminds them:

Billy Loomis: “You’re lucky I told you,” Billy’s daughter laughed from her spot on the couch, a children’s show playing in the background as he struggled to get everything in place before you woke up. Billy cursed under his breath as he nearly knocked the vase that had a beautiful set of flowers, over. “That’s a bad word,” his daughter chimed and he gave her a look that made her face the T.V. quickly. Running his hands through his hair, Billy cleared his throat and poured you a cup of coffee just as you were walking down the stairs, tightening your robe around you and coming into the kitchen. “What’s all this?” You asked, looking down at the cards on the table and the bag of gifts that sat in your chair. “Happy Mother’s Day!” Your daughter shouted, leaping off the couch and running towards you with open arms and a wide smile. “Did you two do all this for me? You didn’t have to.” You said, looking over to Billy who smiled at you in return. “Of course we did, you’re the best mother anyone could ask for.” He pressed a kiss to your lips before his daughter gave him a look, knowing damn well if it wasn’t for her, he would’ve forgotten. However, at least now she had something to blackmail him with. 

Bo Sinclair: “Which one?” Bo asked his daughter as he held up two bouquet’s of flowers. “You’re probably going to need both since you forgot,” she sassed back, going back to texting her friends on her phone. “You think she’ll know?” He panicked, taking both anyways and walking over to the card section. Bo managed to sneak out of the house before you woke up to get you Mother’s Day stuff and he prayed that you would stay asleep until he came home. “It’s Mom, she knows everything.” With a glare, Bo ignored his teenaged child’s response before checking out and practically speeding home, making it just in time before you came sauntering to the living room, sleep still on your mind. “Happy Mother’s Day mom,” your daughter said with a smile, giving you a hug and distracting you from her dad’s struggle with putting the flowers in a vase. “He forgot didn’t he?” You whispered to her and she nodded with a small snort of laughter, “Yeah but don’t worry, I put him through the ringer for it,” she replied and you laughed in response before letting her go and making your way over to Bo who was trying to play it cool. 

Bughuul: He didn’t mean to forget; the time he spent between the human realm and the realm of the dead had his senses all backwards. So when his son came up to him and asked him what he got you for Mother’s Day, Bughuul panicked. “What do you think she’d like?” He asked his son who thought about it for a second before responding, “Something simple like flowers or something else she likes.” Bughuul sighed, trying to think of what to get you before settling on black roses and a few books and candles he thought you would enjoy. “Thank you for reminding me, I would’ve forgotten without you,” the deity told his son as they set the gifts up nicely in the living room before you came walking in with a cup of coffee in your hands. “Happy Mother’s Day, my love.” Bughuul said gently, watching his son bound over to you and give you a tight hug. “He forgot but don’t worry, I reminded him!” Your son shouted happily, much to Bughuul’s shock and he promptly apologized for the rest of the day. 

Norman Bates: With how fast Norman was running around the house trying to set up decorations and get the gifts ready for you, his daughter truly thought he’d end up breaking something. “Calm down, she’s not going to notice,” she told her panicked father as he quickly ran into the kitchen to get breakfast finished and add the finishing touches on your gifts before he remotely began to calm. “I can’t believe I forgot, I feel horrible.” He said, a disappointed look on his face that made his daughter pat him on the back. “It happens to the best of us, no need to worry. Mom loves you and she’ll love all this stuff you set up for her no matter what.” Norman smiled gently at his daughters words before your figure caught his attention ad he made his way over to you. “Happy Mother’s Day,” he grinned, bending down and pressing his lips against yours before he lead you into the kitchen to eat. 

[avengersassemble123]

THE ONE WITH THE WEDDING -part 2

Fandom: Marvel, avengers

Note:hey guys!! This is going to be a series and a new chapter will come out on Fridays every week. This series is based on Friends (Monica and Chandler’s relationship)

Warnings: hate for step family, some few bad words, idea of a bit of lovemaking at the end(just mention), alcohol consumption but mainly fluff.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You were invited to your stepsister's wedding at the last minute and your stepmother wants you to bring a date. Bucky Barnes decides to become your so-called date and shenanigans ensue. But will he remain your ‘so-called’ fake date or will he be someone more?

Thursday. The day which you dreaded the most. The day when you have to attend your stepsister’s wedding. Your alarm blared at 8 in the morning but you still didn't want to get out of your bed. You almost decided against not attending when you realized that you might not get to meet your loved ones too. So you finally managed to pull yourself out of the bed and proceeded towards the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and took a bath as slowly as possible, delaying the day's events. By the time you finished your breakfast, it was 10 am. Since there was no one to accompany you in the kitchen as all of the teammates except Bucky, left for a mission the previous day, you were grumpier than usual. You were just playing with the cereals and the spoon when you heard someone walk in, knowing exactly who the said person was.

Bucky took a milk carton from the fridge to drink while he looked at you, playing. He knew what kind of situation you were in since he knew your history with your family, and since you didn't acknowledge him when he walked in the kitchen, which you tend to do when you were in deep thoughts.

“From the milk carton? Seriously? When will you learn that it's disgusting to drink directly from the carton and that people would rather prefer a glass or a bowl?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Bucky raised his eyebrow at you and purposely drank from the carton right in front of you. You groaned, which made Bucky chuckle.

“Alright, alright I'll stop since you're gonna have to experience more torturing situations today.” he looked at you genuinely, while taking a glass from the cabinets. You smiled a bit, knowing your colleagues and friends, or let's say your second family always had your back.

“So when do we leave?”

“We’ll leave two hours early since it'll only take 45minutes to reach there, but I want to introduce you to my real loved ones, for they are the only reason I want to go to the wedding.”

“Oh wait you mean your dad, grandma and your twin brother right?”

“Yep you got it right Sargent.”

You both chuckled, a few seconds of silence when Bucky said, “Tell me about them.”

“Hm?”

“Your loved ones..tell me about them, if I'm gonna meet my fake date’s family, I'd rather go prepared, don't you think?”

You giggled.

“Well let's start with my grandma. She is the most generous person you're ever going to meet-”

You continued to talk joyfully, which made lucky smile too. He observed how your features carefully. He could memorise all the details and still observe you again all the time. He liked how you were smiling widely, how your cheeks were lifted by the beautiful smile on your face.

You guys talked for an hour when you decided that you should start getting ready so that you guys could leave at the designated time.

It was 3 by the time you guys got ready. You were wearing a decent long sleeveless maroon indigo dress while he wore a black tux with an indigo coloured tie to match your dress. You both wore hair buns, yours being adorned by a floral hair pin.

You both were in the cab, when you started fidgeting and biting your nails. Bucky noticed your nervousness, which made him to hold your hand gently and give you a reassuring look, which made you fidget less. You both held your hands, basking in the silence, not an awkward but a comfortable silence.

As soon as you reached the wedding hall, you dragged Bucky inside the hall, your eyes searching the whole crowd. When you met a familiar pair of eyes, you rushed towards it, still pulling Bucky along you. You both came in from of an old lady, dressed decent but beautiful enough for the wedding.

“Granny!!” you squealed, while hugging her. The sight of both the hugging ladies in front of Bucky, made his heart melt. He tried to give you both privacy by taking a step back. Your grandma noticed him and asked you, smirking, “Now who's that gentleman here y/n? Why don't you introduce him to me?”

“Introduce who?”

“Dad!!” you squealed while hugging him tightly.

“Oh God...i missed you so much baby girl.” he said while holding your face between his hands and kissing your forehead.

“I missed you too?”

“What about me? Did you forget me?” you ran towards your brother and he hugged you tightly lifting you up a bit.

“Whats up bro? Still being a jackass?” you asked slyly and teasingly. “Well now I know you're still the pain in my ass.” your brother retorted making all of you laughed.

Just then your brother’s attention turned towards Bucky.

“Hey I know you. You’re Bucky Barnes. Y/N’s colleague.” he says while shaking Bucky’s hand but also squinting at him suspiciously.

“Its an honour to meet you three. You must be Y/B/N, Y/N’s brother.” “And I am Y/F/N, Y/N’s father” your father chimed him also shaking his hand and squinting at him suspiciously.

“Now now both of you back off from the poor man. Now he may be older than me but I am older than you and I suggest you do not torture the poor man already, since our dear Y/N got him as her date.” your grandmother said, looking at you mischievously.

“Thats the thing...” you started. You then filled the three of them about how your stepmom had called you at the last minute to taking Bucky with you as your fake date.

“Oh then it's fine..” your dad said, “i think we tortured James a bit don't you think Y/B/N?” “I think so too dad.” they both said, but still squinting at him suspiciously. Your grandmother swatted, both of their heads lightly which caused you to chuckle. You then heard someone call out to everyone to take their seats as the wedding was going to start soon. Your grandmother ushered all of you to take your seats, while you joined Bucky.

“Sorry about that,” you said while sitting beside him. “Oh don't, in fact, I quite liked your family, especially how protective your father and brother were. Honestly speaking if I were in their place and if I had a daughter myself then I would have the same reaction too.” he smiled genuinely. “Oh thanks,” you said while your cheeks burned a bit. You two looked at each other for a bit when someone called out that the wedding began, beeaking both of yours stares. You both sat together, watching the ceremony while you and Bucky cracked jokes on the topics of the decoration or the food or the bride or groom. You both had to stifle your laughter to save yourselves from the embarrassment. When the reception began you excused yourself to the restroom. While returning back from the restroom, you were stopped by a shrill voice behind from you, your stepmother. Of course it is. You turned your back slowly and smiled a bit too much, while walking towards her. “Hello Y/N” your stepmother said, walking towards you, having a smile almost as fake as you. “Hello to you too stepmom.”

“Well are you enjoying the wedding?”

“Oh I am, in fact I liked the decorations.”

“Oh thank you. This had to be wonderful since this is the only wedding that was gonna happen besides your brother’s”

You clenched your jaw but still managed to laugh it off.

“Well I have got a wonderful son in law you know, I mean of course no one but my daughter deserves it since she is the only one capable of being successful like this, and you know being this beautiful than anyone in the whole family.”

Every word stung you but you still managed to regain yourself and chanted in your mind that you saw this coming.

“I mean of course she was better, smarter and deserving than both of you”

This bitch wasn't even trying to hide her hatred towards you.

“Oh honey, I'm sorry for the date. I know you are not capable of finding someone-”

“Actually her date is right here.”

You felt hands on your shoulder and a kiss placed on your cheek. Bucky was smiling and chuckling beside you, hugging you tightly sideways.

“Oh I'm sorry how rude of me, I'm James Buchanan Barnes, Y/N’s boyfriend, my friends and Y/N call me Bucky”

And you saw your stepmom have the most surprised look on herself when Bucky introduced himself to her.

“Well honey I think I gotta show you something. How about we take a walk. Now if you'll excuse me-” bucky pulled you towards the end of the hall.

You both sat on the empty chairs, facing towards the balcony.

“Hey Y/N you okay?”

You nodded while rubbing your eyes roughly, “You didn't have to do that James.”

“Well what kind of fake boyfriend would I be if I don't save my own fake girlfriend from her troubles?” he said cheekily which earned a giggle from you. You both looked at each other, observing each others features. You saw how his baby blue eyes shined due to the hall lights, few hair strands falling on his face, his cheeks having a pink flush, a scruff of beard on his face with an adorable smile adorned on his face, making him look more attractive. You both stared at each other intently. “So was it true?” you asked.

“What?”

“That you would have the same reaction if you would have a daughter.”

“Oh that...uh well yea...its true..”

“Do you want a family?”

“Yes....yes I do...”

You both smiled at each other with a comfortable silence between both of you, when one of the bridesmaids came to inform you two that the rooms to stay we're ready. You both parted each other hesitantly but asked Bucky to go ahead to his room since you were the direct family member and had to stay behind to make sure everything was settled. He nodded and headed towards the room.

It was almost midnight when almost the whole staff was clearing out the decorations, you were about to head back when you again saw your stepmom approaching you. You tried to ignore her but she grabbed your arm and turned you towards her. “Now listen here you minx, I know you were the one who tried to steal my precious daughter's spotlight so you better apologize now.” what? What was she talking about?

“What are you talking about? Why would I wanna do that?”

“Oh so now you're gonna play the victim card. Well listen here sweetheart I know how you tried to out best your sister by making yourself pretty and finding an avenger boyfriend for yourself so that everyone could talk only about you. I was surprised that you got a boyfriend for yourself yet alone an Avenger, but now I see it that he is your fake boyfriend, and you just wanna be in the spotlight and want more boys to fuck with. Well hear me out you will never be better than anyone, always be the most dumb one and no one is going go accept you. So I better not see you outshining my daughter again, you hear me you whore? Shame on yourself.”

Your stepmother left you all by yourself in the hall, leaving you in tears. You just couldn't handle it anymore. You saw a bottle of wine on the buffet table and you picked it up, walking towards your room.

1 am

Knock knock.

Bucky was awake due to his nightmares and since he didn't want to scare his neighbor but he got suspicious when he heard knocks at his door.

He slowly approached the door, ready to act on spot, when he saw you at the door, still in your party clothes, but a drinking a glass of wine from a straw. “Hey Y/N” he says a bit surprised. “Hey Buck, cute clothes.” you say making him realise that he was shirtless with him only in his jumptracks and dog tags.

“Well I wasn't exactly expecting company at...1am.” he nodded while looking at the walk clock.

You walked in the room, placing the glass on the table.

“What happened? Are you okay?” he asked, concern etching on his face.

“Well other than the fact that when I was returning to my room, my stepmom accused me of stealing my sisters spotlight, bringing you as a means to my ends of fucking other boys and called me a whore, ...yeah Im fine.” you said with a smile on your face but tears threatening to spill.

“Hey do you want me to talk to her with your dad and brother? Just tell me what to do. I know it's been a real emotional time and you've had a lot to drink so you know..you just gotta let it go, okay? I mean you were the most beautiful woman in the room tonight.”

“Really?” you asked.

“Are you kidding me you were the most beautiful woman in the most rooms-”

You suddenly pounced at Bucky, kissing him passionately, his hands roaming on the back of your body, you both were kissing for a few seconds when he suddenly pushed you a bit, “Woah Woah woah what's going on? You and I just made out. You and I are making out?”

“Well not anymore.” you sassed.

“But we don't do that.” he said

“I know I just thought it would be fun.” you said shyly.

Bucky squinted at you for a second before asking, “how drunk are you?”

“Drunk enough that I know I want to do this, not so drunk that you should feel guilty about taking advantage.” you said too fast as excited.

He started at you for a few seconds.

“Well that's perfect amount.” he said, pulling you towards his bed. You both sat on the bed and started kissing each other when you broke off and said, “ you know what's weird?”

“What?”

”This doesn't feel weird.”

“ I know”

“And you're a really good kisser.”

“Well they didn't call me a ladies man in the 40s for no reason.”

You giggled and continued to kiss him.

“Want to get in the covers?” he asked. You nodded and you both went inside the covers.

You were removing your dress when you saw buck already naked.

“Wow you're really fast.” you said.

“Well it bodes for me that speed impresses.”

You nodded in approval.

“We’re gonna see each other naked.” you said.

“Yep.”

“You wanna do it at the same time?”

“At the count of three?”

“One” you chanted.

“Two” he chanted.

“Three” both of you peeked inside the covers at your bodies and looked at yourselves over the covers with wide eyes.

“ well I think it's safe to say that our friendship is effectively ruined.”

“Well we weren't that close anyway.” you said.

“Yeah” he replied, and you both started making out with each other.

And let's just say all your wild dreams came true...

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