#the goddam- lying bit

[gotta-bail-my-quails]

i dont like taking surveys usually but if it lets me give some scathing remarks to my shitty landlords then boy give me enough space for a fucking novel i WILL tell them to get their heads out of their asses

[coralseacourt]

Undeniably yours by @coralseacourt

Part1, Part2, Part3, Part4, Part5, Part6, Part7,

Summery: A girl falling through darkness into a world of fae, landing right in Hybern’s Throne room. Azriel finding his mate but not wanting her. Rhysand’s & feyre’s bond severed for good. What else could go wrong?

Azriel x Reader x Rhysand

Part1:

Freezing . The cold air puffing around me while walking through the barely lit park at such a ungodly hour.

I pulled myself closer in to my black coat that I thankfully had thrown over before storming out of the to crowded bar that smelled like cheap alcohol and greasy food. One hand swiping my face trying to get rid of these ridicules tears that he didn’t deserve and the other holding on to my coat.

What did I thought would happen? That he would softly touch my face and tell me how much he loved me? Or had fallen in love with me?

No. How silly of me. We had been friends, nothing more.

Of course he would choose someone more… well more .

I slowly released the air I so stubbornly had kept in. Thinkng back of the pain I felt when I went to his birthday party to confess my undying love. I had to inwardly roll my eyes at my naivety.

The only openly confession this night was him kissing one of his female colleague’s that he apparently had gotten closer with over the few months working together at the law firm his father owed.

I sniffed loudly and tried to listen to my footsteps on the gravel of the walkway. I had watched thousands of romcoms preparing me for this moment. I wished it would be just that easy, like in the movies.

I looked forward right over the lake that was lying right in front of me barely visible through the moonlight.

Not more far and I would wrap myself in a blanket with a nice cup of tea right by my electric fireplace.

But before I could end this thought I heard something snapping right in front of me not visible in the dark underbrush .

I stopped my walking and listened. My heart racing and my throat feeling dry.

Nothing. Maybe an animal , trying to convince myself and started to walk again following the bank of the lake .

Just when i had calmed down , there again a noise.

I stopped pinching my swollen eyes together watching for any reason to be alert .

Sudden movement coming out of the bushes to my left.

My scream echoing through the night and in only a matter of seconds a huge Figur stormed towards me .

It took me a moment before I started running, but these seconds would cost me.

With ridiculous high heels that I hadn’t even been able to walk in i tried stumbling away.

A hand suddenly grabbing my shoulder from behind, trying to bring me to fall.

I struggled fell and ended up in a ball of arms and legs on the ground.

I scratched, i bit, I kicked whatever I could reach of the huge men on top of me .

His rough voice smelling like whiskey telling me to shut up or I will die .

But giving up certainly meant dying, so with the last of my strength I kicked as hard as I could and heard him scream painfully while rolling from me.

I scrambled from the ground trying to escape but my heels, these goddammed heels made me buckle and tumble to the side where nothing awaited me the side of a tiny cliff leading down in to the lake trying to grab for something anything I started falling and falling until I hit the water .

Ice cold . Dark.

I must’ve hit my head on something hard . Pain radiated from my temple .

I needed to swim up.

But where was up and where was down? I swam and turned nothing to be seen except black .

My lungs started to burn feeling like thousands of little needles piercing through them.

Was this the End? How pathetic my life ended before it even began?

I hadn’t lived yet or experienced someone loving me .

I had no family that would look for me.

The only person I had , loved someone else and probably wouldn’t grieve for to long with such a beautiful distraction at his hands.

I tried screaming but water filled my lungs.

My eyes wide and fearful of the last moment before it would all end.

Suddenly I felt a pull . Something light .

I tried swimming in the direction and getting ripped around by a force that didn’t seem natural.

But there. So much darkness and a slither of light breaking through. Was this where I needed to go?

I got pulled farther and farther. Almost reaching the source I so desperately needed to reach .

Before I breached through I could hear a voice not young, not old , not dark, not light but oh so beautiful coming through to me .

“I need you to be brave. I need you to be what I couldn’t be”.

finally through the darkness and into a cold world i slipped.

Thrown out of a huge black. Bathtub?

Landing hard on stone ground, water pouring out with me and around me.

I started coughing . Trying to breathe. My lungs painfully closed. Until my first breath came through.

“ And who are you?” A surprised voice spoke to me.

I looked up from the ground shivering and wet. Staring at all these people , not people , creatures.

With wings and sharp ears undeniably beautiful yet so unreal.

Everyone’s attention and eyes on me.

”Is it possible? A Worldwalker?” That voice again I sat up on to my knees looking for the source.

There in front of a throne made out of human bones was standing a male with intense eyes staring me down.

Cruel lips pulling up into an even crueler smile.

A loud voice screaming “Now” broke me out of the staring contest with this strange monster.

A hand grabbing my arm and ripping me with it in to darkness. Only the angry scream of the devil left behind clinging through the black smoke surrounding me.

Part2

[cameracorey]

EverymanHybrid reacts to their S/o being a part of Marble Hornets before you moved to Jersey.

(Characters: vincent, Jeff, and Evan, plus a little bit of Habit

Requested: Nope!

Requests are open!

Please do remember my requests are open! And I’m fully ready to do some requests! :]

Vincent:

-Oh man, he’s shocked, I mean not really, he had known you looked familiar to him but he could never place his finger on it.

-But then he realized what exactly that meant, and boy oh boy does he become very very worried about you.

-Asking if you were alright and if you needed some help when it came to coping with what had happened back in Alabama.

-”Baby, are you sure you’re ok? From what I saw from that channel everything wasn’t alright and you went through so much..”

-He will make sure you don’t get yourself involved in all the drama and problems he’s having to deal with.

-Make sure to reassure him before you leave the house that you have taken your meds and you have your phone on you in case you need to call him.

Jeff:

-He didn’t really believe you at first, he thought you were joking with him. But when he relooked at all the stuff from the Marble Hornets youtube channel he immediately realized you weren’t lying to him.

-Constantly checking up on you. Worried that if he turns his back on you for even a second you would disappear and get hurt.

-Just like Vinny he is very worried about you, making sure you keep in contact with him. “Baby? Where are you right now?” He would always ask you that question when you were out of the house. Sometimes you really couldn’t blame him, he was just worried that you would get hurt or even worse get killed.

-If he realized the same slenderman is the same one that had traumatized you back in Alabama, you can be sure he starts to plan out how to try and murder this thing.

Evan/a little bit of Habit:

Oh boy…He’s fucking pissed, not at you. He could never be mad at his S/o, but hes mad at that goddam stick in the fucking mud.

-”It..did all that to you..and caused all that shit to go down?” Evan would say as he tried to calm his anger before he blew a fuse and just stormed out of the house to go kill that fucker.

-Just like Jeff and Vinny he would be worried when you go outside and when you are out of the house for long periods of time. But he would message you instead of call you.

‘Firefly? Let me know if you're still ok and where you are.’

-Make sure you take your meds and sets a time schedule for you, just to be extra careful.

-If he was honest he would let Habit take more control time so the demon could plan out how to kill stick in the mud. Habit loved the amount of time he was able, I mean he could just take control anytime he wanted but. It was more fun seeing Evan let him take control.

-I’ll just say that if the stick in the mud tries to attack you again, Evan and Habit are ready to fucking throw hands.

[multiversxwhore]

Stargirl Interlude

a/n: this is plotless pointless sensual smut, if you can call it that. The tip is barely in, but you feel it none the less. The inspiration behind it, Stargirl Interlude by The Weeknd ft Lana Del Rey. I wrote this while I was bored at work today…yes I wrote this whole thing in four fours. It’s not the best work, but it’s not supposed to be lol. Anywho enjoy, repost, and reblog here on tumblr only please.

Warning: public sex, unprotected sex, nsfw content, minors DNI.

Tags: @cardierreh15 @miyuhpapayuh @tchallasbabymama @chaneajoyyy @mochachocolatteyaya @michaelmajors @michaelbwriting

Johnathan Majors x plus size black girl

Word count: 797

“Andrea, how are you this evening?” The interviewer asked, I gripped the mic in my hand nervously as I smiled through my awkwardness. It was a bit hard to focus with all the chatter, and cameras going. My heart thundered behind my ribcage, this shit was bizarre, I hit autopilot quickly before I started to spiral any deeper.

“Oh I’m great, how are you? Everyone looks fabulous, I just seen Angela Bassett, and I cried. Then I ran into Brandon Frazier, he said some very kind words to me that I will sobb about later.” Which was all true, it was one starstruck incident after the other, I knew tomorrow when I woke up this would all feel like a fever dream.

“I would be lying when I say I’m jealous—

I didn’t hear anything after that point. I knew this was a bad time to get caught gawking, but there was only one man that could make me break character. When his eyes looked up from adjusting his suit they instantly locked on to me, and he pinned to my spot. Now I’m reminded of the slick mess he left between my thighs in the bathroom before we got to the carpet.

‘Fuck you eat it so good baby’ I moaned heavily his strong hands gripped onto my cheeks as he kept them spread apart to make room for his face. His tongue swiped back and forth over my clit until I came leaking onto his mouth.

“Look who it is! Jonathan Majors, what a lovely surprise, now all we need is the rest of the cast from LoveCraft and the set will be complete.” The interview chuckled, bless her heart for talking over my ‘episode’ because I was not recovering any time soon. It wasn’t until he touched my elbow did I jolt out of my haze, automatically jumping back into gear, I beamed up at him. He wasn’t smiling, nor was he putting on a facade, it was one thing I loved and hated about him. He didn’t give a fuck, he wasn’t going to explain himself, and you could kiss his ass for all he cared.

“Look at you all dressed up! All shiny and would not.” I said playfully, he looked down at me, a hint of a smirk on his lips, and his gaze turned on to me. The interviewer nonexistent to the both of us, his hand held mine as he went on with such laudatory remarks.

“Me? You’re the one literally a cute little gumdrop, the shoes have roses on them, and let me tell you, you look stunning.” He stepped back to give me a once over taking my hand and holding it up above my head.

“Give the people a twirl.” He smiled, the paparazzis went wild as they shouted praises, and compliments at me, then my mind jumped back to an hour ago. ‘Turn that ass around let me hit it from the back real quick.’ He breathed heavily, it was no time to be cute, the goal was to hit it, then nut. And hit it he did, I bent over the bathroom sink; he teased me with the tip as he caressed my slippery entrance. The last time we fucked was nearly two months ago, readjusting to his size again was a bit of a task. ‘Goddam Jay, almost forgot how big that dick is.’

I snapped out of it in time to see how he was watching me, shit eating grin stretched across those delicious thick lips. Fuck him, and his lips— ‘fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck.’ I moaned as his hips thrusted into me roughly making my pussy throb in a good way. Jonathan wrapped an arm around my shoulder as he pulled me in close so that the photographers could get a few pictures. He turned his head to my ear, speaking in a hushed tone so only I could hear, “what’s wrong, dick got you speechless?” He chuckled darkly, Inlressed my lips together fighting the urge to giggle, I could feel the corners of my lips turning upward against my own will. When I finally mustered the ability to say something his manager was pulling him away from me so that they could move further down the carpet. I looked past him to see Micheal, and Tessa waving at us.

“See you tonight baby girl.” He whispered, then brought my hand up to his lips kissing my knuckles like a gentleman. That gesture sent the photographers into a frenzy as they snapped as many photos as they could, that would for sure make the papers. He waved a hand towards the photographers then walked off towards his Creed cast mates. My skin still tingled where his fingers touched me, yet again I was left utterly breathless, this time he barely touched me.

[jessica-pinkwood]

▷To those who care.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mentions of Sexual themes, strong language, Child SA, Child Abuse, and Murder. Proceed with caution. ---------

"Now, that's no way to talk to a lady."

I chuckle, smirking widely as I cross my legs, sitting at the other end of the integration room. I've seen many thriller movies in my life, growing up it was my favorite genre, and to think that I am now sitting in one myself is rather ironic. It's surprising how accurately the movies depicted them.

The ceiling lights flicking above me, old and rusted, one glance can tell you that it was barely looked at let alone taken care of to repair. I mean, who would look at a ceiling light for more than 5 seconds anyways? Someone who's not sane probably. The table was so cold, and the air conditioner was absolutely shit, yet somehow they still managed to throw me such cold looks as they tried to pry the information out of me.

"Who are you and how many have you killed?"

Agent… Ugh, I can never seem to get his name right despite how many times he pronounced it. Well, to be fair, the only reason I couldn't get it right was because I didn't want to put effort in actually saying it right. Despite the badge saying "Amer", I like calling him other similar names just to see the pissed look on his face.

"Why are you asking me such stupid questions? Aren't you some CIA, FBI officer, or some shit? Figure it out! Look at your database!"

My eyebrows furrowed as my eyes made direct eye contact with his, raising an eyebrow at him. Even though I never outright say something too insulting, I could already tell it poked his ego for a bit.

"Just a police officer. But we're checking, but it's best if you confess it yourself… Whoever you are."

"Oh please, I've left hints in multiple places, and yet you still can't find out something as simple as my name is? Are you sure you're qualified to even be an officer? Or did you spend your time sucking on your higher boss's di-"

"SHUT UP And answer. My damn. Question."

"…"

Silence filled the air for a moment, rolling my eyes away from him. My smile quickly turned into more of a sneer as my back hit the back of my chair, the amusement draining from my face. Seriously, does he have to be this much of a party pooper? He's so goddam tense, acting as if that would scare me into submission any time soon, more of a pathetic attempt really. My hands shot up in mock surrender, if my wrists weren't chained to this table and cuffed so damn tightly that made my pale skin turn red, I would've stood up and back handly bitch slap him across the face for even daring to speak to me in such a tone.

"Just call me Athena."

"…Like the Greek goddess?"

"No, like the cockroach under my boot."

I replied back, the sarcasm dripping off my tone as I tried to amuse myself. We've been in this room for hours, and they can never seem to get the hint that I'm no low-life snitch, especially on myself nonetheless. Amer scoffed, not pleased with the way I was speaking to him, his hands clenching and letting go repeatedly as he held back the urge to punch a hole through my head. Good.

"Very funny." Amer sighed, not finding my sarcastic comment not funny, obviously.

"Thank you." I forced a smile.

"We want your real name, 'Athena.' Just spit it out already and stop wasting our time, we're gonna find out eventually anyway." The officer said, throwing an empty threat at me. If you can even call it a threat in the first place.

"Oh, are you? Or are you just lying out of your fucking ass because you knew you wouldn't be able to find anything on me? Please, officers, your words don't scare me. Neither would they persuade me. So how about you just… Let me go, and I promise I won't slit your husband's throat tonight when he comes back home from work."

"Husband?" Amer suddenly stared at me, daggers pointing at me as if I had just said something so outrageous. In which, I did. To him at least. "And why would you assume that I have a husband?"

"I don't assume, officer. I know you do. It would be a shame if you had to be a single parent again after your divorce from your ex-wife. You wouldn't want your daughter going back to your fame-hungry ex, do you?"

I sighed deeply, acting as if I ever felt pity for some low-life aggressive officer who had shown me nothing but disrespect, and honestly, it was getting boring and tiresome. I have places to be and he has other cases to solve so why are we still here staring at each other and talking even though we hated the look on our faces? I leaned forward, placing both of my arms on the table, curling my lips into a more… Friendly and charming smile, knowing full well it was not assuring him in the slightest.

"Arthur, as much as I enjoy our little conversation, it has been hours and frankly I have gotten bored of how you design this place. Seriously, it's so boring. So how about you just…"

"The name is Amer."

He scowled, this time sounding more worried than annoyed as he added another statement, trying to hide the fact that despite how skeptical he was of me, he knew I wasn't lying or trying to bluff myself out of the situation. He was probably shitting himself but of course, he couldn't show that he was vulnerable, scared for the safety of not only himself but his family.

"You have no right to tell me what to do, you murderer."

"And the bastards I killed weren't already one?"

I scoffed, raising an eyebrow at him, my smile faltering as my mind recalled the faces and the names of those bastards. The law always claims to be fair and equal, for the people, and yet when money was involved, suddenly everyone was calling pity on those bastards. The world was cruel, but only to those with nothing to give.

Those pathetic greasy fat cunts took away the purity of children, and yet throwing a couple of million bucks in the court could grant them only a few years? And suddenly they claim to be "under the influence of alcohol". It was so fucking ironic it almost made me laugh. But I couldn't. Cause those bitches were walking free, probably shoving a hand up some minor's skirt and sticking their nasty tongue down places that shouldn't even be touched on children.

That's why people were gagging, some with weak stomachs were vomiting their guts out when they saw the tongues of those bastards shoved up their own asses, and some were shoved down the tip of their disgusting dicks. It's always how I'm the scary one, the cruel and violent one when in reality I was serving them what needed to come to them sooner. My name might not be the Law of Justice but god fucking dammit justice will be fucking served!

"But with your sets of skills and your abilities you could-"

"Gather evidence? Get them thrown in jail for a couple of years just for them to waste a few million dollars and get out scott-free? Oh please! Stop making me laugh officer!!"

A few heavy, breathy laughs escaped my throat as I try my best to keep my temper cool. It was really annoying how he kept saying that the law will bring them justice! Kiss my fucking ass.

"I suggest you don't make me laugh officer…" I lowered my voice into a soft whisper, my hands clenching tightly as I felt my blood beginning to boil in my veins, slowly cooking my organs alive if it could.

"And why is that?"

"Because you were careless to not keep an eye on your keys, officer."

[jayde-jots]

Okay, so my favorite concept from the rottmnt fandom is future Leo, I just love the idea of a future version of a character just stuck in the present of the show. And goddam it, I freaking loved his short dynamic we see with him and Casey, the poor boy just lost his dad right in front of his eyes before seeing a younger version of him and have the literal fate of the world on his shoulders. I've been reading a lot of @somerandomdudelmao and @threestripeslider 's fanfics and comics and I just freaking die of cuteness whenever I see Casey and dada Leo together. So I had an idea... ....What if Casey was mutated into a slider like Leo? Hears how I imagen a story going down- It's a few years before the resistance is wiped out, Casey I think was 17 in the movie? So let's make him 16 by the time of his mutation. Casey and a scouting group are digging through the old former subway systems of New York for metal and wires as well as the old sewers for bunkers or hideouts, Casey walks further down an old tunnel and thinks he notices a pocket that he could crawl through, he uses his hockey stick to knock it down a bit when a swarm of ooze-squito's come flying out. Case swats most of them away which tend to ignore him until the last few come lazily hovering out. Case had never seen these bugs before so he thought nothing of them and walked back to the group, unbeknownst to him however, one of the last weaker bugs crawls under his cape to keep warm, having been in hibernation from the previous winter. Later that night, Casey is fast asleep when he wakes up to a sharp pain in his neck. He swats at the pain thinking a rat maybe bite him when he checks his palm to see a squished bug smeared on it. He wipes away the gunk but has trouble falling back asleep as he feels really hot and like his skin and chest are on fire. So he gets up and gets his sensei. Future Leo is rather concerned since even without a thermometer Casey was boiling to the touch, so he sits him down on a bed and gets a few ice packs for the boy, but as Leo is gone Casey starts to feel worse, breathing heavily and beginning to get all sorts of aches everywhere. When the old turtle comes back he sees Casey lying on his back rasping for air and starting to well tears up. Leo goes into full "figure this kid out right the f now" mode and strips him of his armor and clothing, he's worried to see Casey's whole body burning up and his body trembling from pain. Leo sets up a tub of cool water and sets Case into it and slowly adds ice to it as he calls Mikey and Donnie to get to him now. When they both get there Donnie is instantly on it trying to scan Casey and see what is wrong. The soft shell is both amazed and mortified when he reads the results. Casey has such a small amount of mutagen in his system that instead of transforming him instantly, he's transforming very, very slowly, so that's why he's burning up and having so much pain. Donnie figures out the source when he finds half of an ooze-squito's needle in the boy's neck, he concludes Casey must have smacked the bug before it could finish injecting him. But that now leaves the poor boy in a lot of pain and in for a very rough night. The group at least knew what Casey should be turning into since Leo was the last person he touched. The rest of the night Leo stayed up to keep an eye on Case as the kid slipped in and out of sleep and went from hot sweats to cold sweats like the flip of a switch, things especially got agonizing as the shell grew in. Spine curling and ripping away from muscle and skin as organs shifted under expanding ribs and growing plastron. When the day finally broke, Casey woke up to find himself on a bed resting in his sensei's lap wrapped in a towel. The young new mutant instantly felt cold and his shivers are what woke Leo up. Leo was relieved to see the change seemed finally over and Case wasn't in pain anymore, but he did seem to be cold. So with a hushed aura around the room, Leo got up and took the damp towel away from the younger slider, giving Casey a chance to see his new body.

Casey was surprised to see he had green hardened skin with yellow stripes everywhere, three-fingered hands, two-toed feet, and a very heavy shell. He managed to swing his legs over the bed and tried to lean forward to shimmy off the bed but he instantly came off balance and nearly fell forward if it wasn't for Leo quickly catching him in a fluffy blanket. Case was draped with a blanket over his back as Leo helped him to his feet and steadied him, hugging him to his side as they walked out to see the others. Draxum gave Casey a mystic yokai charm to disguise him as human should he want it, Case took it for the time being so he could still get some work done without having his balance thrown off, but Leo didn't let him get away with not practicing how to be a turtle. Cut to the time portal time, and as a quick reflex, Casey takes off his charm and quickly yanks his sensei through the time portal with him as they're sent to the future. Case's charm is lost in the future, unfortunately, but after the whole Kraang situation, I imagen Draxum makes him a new one.

[1greenameba]

I tought this would have just been applicable to the left and other communities within it ,

But this is applicable to everything ,

Even me personally , it sounds mad selfish but it really takes a while to knock me out of the "detached intellectual" mode ,

Just this couple of days i got in a conflict with a friend of mine because i got traumatized about my intellectual shortcomings :

I basically got called a r***rd by this asshole in high school every day sometimes multiple times a day for almost 3 years , he even got other pepole in ,

And like this got soo frequent i eventually got into the "whenever someone compliments my intelligence , they are lying , if they call me dumb they are honest" mindset , wich meant i was f*cked ...

I luckily didn't take my life since there was a lot more going on in there ,

I may recive an autism diagnosis soon ...

But yeah today whenever someone explains to me somenthing that sounds obvious as you would explain to a child , i get mad and i need to kinda clench my teeth squeeze my buttole and not jump towards them swinging (hyperblole for dramatization)

I am a bio student and my special intrest is biology , also in a biology major ,

And my friend explained to me the concept of falsificability , that triggered me ...

Like it does not take a genius to understand that maybe this has gone a bit far ...

But yeah ...

This is how trauma makes us work ...

It's the fault of dat goddam asshole over there ,

But it's our responsability to not become dat goddam asshole to someone else because of our trauma ...

Like i may have also caused my friend to get scared and not share intresting stuff he learns in the future in college ...

And so the whole cycle continues ...

I'll never meet again my bullies , if i do i'll 180 and fast walk the other way , lock myself in the nearest public bathroom and call every number on my phone for help (hyperbole)

But they are still haunting me ,

i hope one day we may all stop being haunted ...

Why Are Queer People So Mean To Each Other?

Really good article exploring our tendency as a community to ostracise, condemn and bully each other. And also what we can do better 🐌🐛

[considermygenderminecrafted]

ACTUALLY so hype to do some text analysis on this fucker

Genuinely so hype

[michu-writes]

maybe some hc about Camilo x genreader who is much taller than him :3

A/N: Hello, hello! Sure, thank you for requesting! I'm WAY shorter than Camilo (5'2) so I hope I did this right LMAO

Sorry if this is short!

Warnings/genre: Headcanons, fluff, reader is taller than Camilo

Camilo x gn!taller!reader headcanons

• Camilo would be kinda chill about it

• A bit jealous, of course. He feels super embarrassed about it

• Felix would reassure him though, and would probably say something in the lines of "It's okay, Camilo. Look at me and your mami, there's nothing wrong!"

• He'd probably make himself taller, it's so cute omg

• If someone said anything about it, he will say "No, it's my real height though!"

• Sometimes he would stand on his tippy toes just to kiss you as well (he gets teased by everyone, pls bare with him-)

• You will have to just bend over to him and give him a kiss instead if he doesn't make himself taller-

• YOU HAVE TO GIVE HIM SUPRISE KISSES AND HUGS

• He gets so suprised everytime HAHA

• Acts like he was aware of it though, but you can tell he's lying

• Would literally start stuttering a shit ton

• Also piggy back rides

• PIGGY BACK RIDES

• He absolutely loves it

• It makes both of you feel so goddam powerful like no joke

• Both you would become a chaotic duo

• He'd scream when he's sitting on your back while you're running

• The other people in town would try to keep you guys calm, but nope.

• Would never happen.

• But anyhow, he thinks it's cool, and it doesn't matter if you're taller than him! He still loves you :>

[majorxmaggiexboy]

trying to write this Terror fic is funny though bc it's like

Well James has to be pov for this bit bc he's the most efficient he'll get in get the job done make some observations and then hop off to relay the message and keep things rolling

What the hell was jopson even doing off the boat it's a mystery tbh maybe readers can tell me

Makes no sense for James to pov here he has to get back to his boat guess we need Crozier but he just walks in and is either like "hmmm. Horrors again" or "well, shit" and leaves like no come back I we need you

Why the hell did jopson just happen to have a knife

He has at least two knives on him at all times it's never mentioned in Canon but I know it's true

*character gets injured* doctor McDonald: "it might look worse than it is, theres hope" doctor Stanley, with no hesitation and arguably with some glee "at least we know who's dying next time the bear shows up*

Rearranging the space time continuum so that Crozier is done with withdrawals but carnivale hasn't happened because ugh that would be super inconvenient

Blanky povs just so he can walk in and propose two completely inappropriate alternative uses for his wooden leg and also be like "shame you lost an eye. Still have to challenge you to a duel though"

90% of Croziers internal dialogue being him just regretting not keeping that last bottle of whiskey somewhere

Local character brings knife to involuntary tuunbaq fight and learns that actions have consequences RIP

Irving tries to be a pov character but he just kind of shows up and makes things rly uncomfortable he's a weird little dude

Crozier: "blanky lost a leg but at least the bear is possibly dead and I'm sober now" *cue screaming from outside* crozier: clown makeup

The crux of the story being these two characters having Emotions over a very specific problem to the point Crozier is desperately considering destroying a relationship and its so dramatic but then blanky just comes in and is like, threatening lying "my wooden leg could solve this problem but it could also create new and different problems" like a goddam hero, saving the day instantly

PRAY FOR ME PLS I’M ACTUALLY WRITING

[husbandohunter]

Windblume Memories [Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: “The annual Windblume festival held in the name of romance and freedom! Why not celebrate it with your lover?”

Characters: Kaeya, Diluc

(A/N): A self-indulgent headcanon because Mihoyo has yet to give us more moments with our husbandos. Just imagining them having fun and enjoying, mah heart~~ And no Mihoyo, if you bother giving us their quotes why can’t you just give us a hangout already (cri cri)

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{Diluc}

“I do know how to play music. Is it so strange?"

• As the most eligible (former)bachelor of Mondstadt, it wouldn't be a surprise if he actually knew the ways of an instrument. But here you were, comepletely awestruck while looking expectantly at your fiance.

• "Diluc you're so perfect I love you!" -you probably

• Back in the days when he took his etiquette lessons, Diluc also learned how to play the violin as well as the piano but the lyre was a traditional instrument of Mondstadt so he focused on that the most.

• His repitoire would lean more to the soft and solemn pieces. (Like his soundtracks HA)

• Diluc is quite shy when you ask him to give you a performance but the way you just plead, he can't say no

• If you don't know how to play an instrument, he'll be more than glad to help you. He's an excellent teacher due to the vast amount of patience he has (thought can't really say the same for other people) and could spend hours elaborating on the same place you've been stuck at.

"Why is this song so slooooow?"

"You're being too hasty, love."

• You're worried if he's bored but Diluc reassures that he isn't. Seldom does he have the opportunity to spend time with you like this so he makes sure to treasure every moment (Even when you're about to break the goddam lyre out of frustration).

• But when you do manage to make it to the end after several attempts, albeit still terrible, there would be the stupidest fat grin on your face while chanting, "I did it! I did it!"

• And he'd praise you as a soft expression graces his features, "You certainly did."

• Soft man I cri

"It takes a long period of training to become a battle-ready archer. These games are only enough to pass the time."

• "No Diluc, I brought you here to have fun not to have this as a training session."

• This man can do pretty much ANYTHING and literally win you any prize. You want that stuffed toy? Consider it taken.

• Perhaps the activities weren't challenging enough. Whether it'd be wind gliding or the peculiar wonderland house, he's got the reflexes for it all.

• Since Diluc is so battle oriented, he treats the games as such. You call him a worry wart after falling into the pit just because you steped on the wrong stone: "Diluc I’m fine. Its just a game." He’ll grab you out of pure instinct and apologize shortly after when you pout at him

• Eventually Diluc learns to loosen up while still keeping an eye at your stance. You figured it would probably be best if you two stuck with something more light and carefree. In a nutshell, anything but the peculiar wonderland house.

• At the end of the day, the two of you are exhausted from all that workout. While closing up Angel's Share after a long night, Diluc catches you falling asleep at the front bar and gently drapes his coat over your shoulders.

• His initial plan was to wake you up since the ideal place to sleep would be the Dawn Winery but Diluc didn't have the heart to wake you up. He simply sits on the stool beside you while leaning down to memorize your serene look, thankful to have been able to experience what it's like to live in a city of freedom again.

{Kaeya}

"Oh dear, is this what they call a height advantage? I suppose I can go a little easy on you all to make things a bit more exciting."

• You gave him that look where you weren't quite sure if he was lying or telling the truth. Could the Cavalry Captain be afraid of heights? You'll never know.

• So regardless, you guys decided to fly together which at first was meant to be a competition of who can collect the most flowers. You managed to land safely with the highest score while your boyfriend was still behind, trying to avoid the dusty balloons.

"Seems like I went a little too easy on you," he jests. You roll your eyes.

"Alright, let's go for another round then."

• This time you had a different idea. Just a few seconds before the game started, you took him by the hand and jumped straight off the platform. The whole time as the two of you were soaring through the air, you held him tight.

• "Now it shouldn't be so scary anymore!"

• The surprised expression he had lasted for a moment before melting into a smile, "How very cunning of you, darling."

• Your security gave him the chance to admire the scenery from the skies, it was a breathtaking view. How your hair whips beautifully against the wind and your pink-tainted cheeks from the cold, breathtaking.

• Though, holding the other meant you had to collect the flowers with one hand and one arm which proved to be very unproductive. Even once the both of you landed within the garland of windwheel asters, Kaeya was still holding your hand.

• Kaeya often treats fearful situations as thrilling experiences but the outcome in the end turned out to be more favourable than he had initially planned it to be. Though if you’re a novice windglider beware, this man will let you go at random times just so he can see your reactions. 

"What an interesting diversion. Since everyone's in high spirits, it would truly be a shame if I didn't pitch in a little!"

• You were extremely curious of Kaeya's musical skills since his nature tends to lean towards the frivolous side. Unexpectedly, his tunes and playing style sounded melancholic as well. Most likely due to the fact of growing up in the Ragnvindr household.

• Since he hangs out at the bars during late nights quite often, Kaeya would know how to play a few tunes he picked up along the way. He would love to give you a full on performance! Anything for his sweetheart~ Though keep staring and you might find him teasing you about it after.

• Honestly Kaeya also makes an excellent teacher. His way of wording makes everything so easy to understand which is helpful to avoid silly mistakes. He teaches you very simple lyre pieces, brushing his fingers over yours every once in a while to help you adjust the right position.

• You think he's doing this on purpose to get you bothered but Kaeya simply feigns ignorance.

• But if you do know how to play a lyre, it would be a session where both of you share your songs. Out of all of them, there was one song that stuck out the most:

You felt a sense of longing in the tune Kaeya played. Far too slow to match the upbeat atmosphere of Mondstadt during the day and not as romantic as it would be during the night. Instead, it seemed to reflect the emotion of sadness, like hands reaching to a far away land which turned out to be nothing but a mirage.

"Where did you learn that piece? I never heard it before," you comment shortly after he finished.

Kaeya hums playfully while shooting a grin to match, "I composed it myself."

"Is that so?" You learned to not take everything at face value when talking to your lover, "Then where did you draw your inspiration from. It doesn't seem like you'd create it on a whim when your expertise lies in swordsmanship."

"Aha just when did you become so keen sweetheart?"

"Since I started dating you."

"Touche."

There would be a momentary pause and during times like these, it was easy to tell that the subject was related to his homeland. Kaeya always found it hard to bring up the topic, even before he met Crepus, music was one of the very last traces that tied his life to the scarce warms days of Khaenriah.

"What's the song called?"

Thankful that you changed the subject, Kaeya answers, "Frozen Dreams. At least, that is what I can remember."

"Frozen Dreams?" You pondered quietly, "I wonder what that title means."

"Do you like it that much?"

"Of course, that piece must be very important to you right? I would like to learn it," You pump your fists determinedly, I would like to learn about you as much as I can.

He looks at you, lips slightly parted at your genuine declaration. Although you may be tenacious when it came to his secrets, Kaeya did not doubt that it was also one of the quirks he loved about you most. With a small chuckle, he complies your request, “It would be my pleasure.”

Sometimes its best to leave the words unspoken. Perhaps another day when Kaeya feels ready to tell you everything, for now he will revel in the present where the intagible feelings of music and emotion do the speaking.

[witchthewriter]

Hiya! Me again, I would love to get a Marvel, Stranger Things and Pirates of the Caribbean ship! I am Autistic, bisexual and fem presenting. I use She/They pronouns. I like reading, writing, acting and history. Alongside this I love to draw and binge watch television programmes. I am kind, humble, compassionate and quiet until people get to know me! Please tag me in the post. Love you

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What each ship have in common: ⋆ Soft-hearted ⋆ Good-natured ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Fair ⋆ Intelligent

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Peter Parker! (The Amazing Spiderman universe). I particluarly match you with this Peter Parker because he is more mature - as in he sees things for what they are; he’s not naive. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・His love language is presents and quality time. Peter really likes being around you, and whenever you smile at him, little butterflies erupt in his stomach. 

・You guys definitely have dance parties together, like random ones too. You’ll even be getting groceries and he’ll give you ‘the look’ and you’ll start groovin’ for like 60 seconds

・You know he’s Spiderman; you figured it out. He’s not that good at lying though.

・Peter loves your compassion - he absolutely adores how kind you are. I can see this being how you meet; you help his Aunt carry groceries to her car or house. And that’s when Peter arrives home, all flustered.     “Thank you, ugh-” Peter said, holding out his hand.  “Y/N” You took it and shook, a kind smile appearing at your lips.       “Thank you Y/N. Aunt May I was gonna get help with the groceries tomorrow-”

“I know Peter but I thought I should get up and do it myself,” she smiled at him. 

・Would definitely take you to your favourite stores and wait however long until you were done. Very good boyfriend. 10/10

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

Your smile - he loves when you find him funny. It literally gives him such an ego boost. Also he thinks your smile is th emost beautiful thing he has ever seen in his goddam life. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Wanda Maximoff - okay so I know this doesn’t make sense as they both are in different universes BUT THAT DOESN’T MATTER OKAY. It’s magic / I am literally that powerful that my writing transcends plot holes right now, okay?? 😘 She is so loving and open-minded. She listens to you, you make cute little presents for her!

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Robin Buckley! She’s very energetic and has a lot of ... omph - so you wouldn’t feel like you were talking too much or being annoying, because she understands those same feelings. You would understand each other on a deeper level, and I think that’s what all good relationships need!

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Lets you put plaits in her hair while you hang out in her bedroom. She’ll walk into the bathroom like, “wow y/n that’s really ... awesome.” And you’ll burst out laughing because her hair is just sticking out randomly

・You guys do movie marathons and most of the time Steve is there as well. But that doesn’t bother you because he is literally one of the girls. By the way Steve accepts you wholeheartedly, although he was a bit jealous at first

・Relationship tropes: ‘chaotic duo,’ ‘smart but dumb/dumb but smart,’ ‘go to sleep/no.’ (If these don’t make sense to you then totally look them up because tropes are my favourite thing!!!!!!)

・You guys have matching bracelets (yes they’re technically friendship bracelets but it was Robin’s idea and you didn’t even realise until Steve pointed it out.)

“Tonnes of girls wear those? And they aren’t gay?”

      “Well these are ... gay bracelets...” Robin retorted. You snorted. 

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

The way you make Robin feel - she’s kept her sexuality a secret for so long that having her love reciprocated felt impossible. But receiving the same passionate love that she gives you ... man, she’s happy-cried a lot.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Eddie Munson! I think the two of you would get up to all sorts of chaos and mischief. He’s lively, and usually eggs you on to do stupid stuff. I can see you being a part of Hellfire, loving DnD and being a part of the Hawkin’s gang!

𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Elizabeth Swann! I think she would definitely be able to calm you down when you get worked up or give you some great advice whenever you need/want it. She’s graceful, intuitive and empathetic. I think those qualities would suit your personality greatly. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・She likes it when you fall asleep on her - it makes her feel loved (and as if she’s your rock. Like you need her.)

・Her pet name for you is ‘ my love, ‘ or ‘darling. ‘ 

・Elizabeth treats you like FREAKING ROYALTY. You get the best of the best. She adores you and wants you to have everything your heart desires

・You like giving her pretty rocks or sticks etc. you found and she accepts them without question

・Recounts her time as a pirate and she technically still the pirate king (I think if you asked if you guys could be pirates she would jump up and be like “yes, yes I think we should.”)

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢

She likes how you see the world - your perspective makes her realise that there are so many people out there. That the world is big. And there are so many adventures to be had. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑

Would be Captain Jack Sparrow; he’s chaotic, bold, and erratic. He always makes you laugh and you do miss him when he leaves. I was originally going to ship you with him, but he isn’t someone to be tied down with. He isn’t one for commitment. 

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[its-real]

I was going to wait until I had finished doing all the concept sketches for this but uh, I’m lazy so here take it as it is I’ll keep adding surely surely.

-LONG POST-

AU where the hermits fall into the boatem hole with no way to fly out because of some event that happens - maybe an apocalypse, maybe everyone just goes apeshit, who knows - and they all get messed up heads from falling in the void and passing out n fun stuff like that. They ‘land’ - idk how this would work without them dying lol - in a semi futuristic city which for now let’s just call it Boateqm (silent q). The hermit crabs would also fall at different rates therefore appear in the city at different times. So where do they end up?

Hospital gang:

Etho wakes up in a hospital bed with no memories - most of them will wake up with no memories btw - his doctor/nurse (this hospital may be understaffed) Tango asks him a bunch of questions then has to go see another patient. Etho is seen by a certain Bdubs who had just finished visiting his buddy Scar -will get to him next- in the bed next door. Bdubs walks back to notify Scar, a fashion designer, that the guy in the bed across would make a great model, just look at the striking hair! And the red eye! He opens the curtains on the side and Scar gets a look. He asks if Etho would like to be hired. Etho is to say the least very confused and on the verge of a panic attack that never quite seems to happen so he’s in a weird kind of limbo anyway it is now that his doctor/nurse Tango comes back and having overheard the conversation suggests it would be a good idea. The hospital can only take custody of Etho for so long, might as well start earning money now so he doesn’t become homeless. Etho is still very confused. So Tango just agrees to the job for him as his caretaker lol, and besides Scar comes here kinda often so Tango trusts him. Anyway Etho’s true passions he discovers are synthesisers, breeding horses with Bdubs and finding elaborate ways to do tax evasion. A simple man.

Scar is in the hospital because he got SCAR (hehe) from walking into a glass door in his super fancy house, which he owns because he’s a super fucking rich fashion designer of his own label Scara (this is not the first time he’s walked into a glass door). Scar refuses to go to a rich people hospital tho cause 1) he cares about healthcare and wants more funds to go to lower grade hospitals 2) Tango is his mate, and needs a goddam raise. But yeah, very successful, ran for mayor once but someone really didn’t like that which resulted in another hospital visit. Mans in the wars. One hospital visit he got really inspired by the fabric and stuff there so he had a line of clothes that were hospital inspired one time, in turn making hospital inspired garb very trendy for a bit. What a mad lad. Ideas man. Some would call him a genius if he didn’t keep on walking into glass doors n shit. Scar woke up in the back room of a small tailoring shop owned by a nice old couple who took him under their wing. He thanks them in every award speech, and whenever he’s in the area make sure to stop by and give them presents. His side hobby is gardening.

When Tango came to, he was lying on the footpath of a quiet street in the suburbs just out from the main city. Gorgeous day, golden hour, pretty houses, very aesthetic. He also had a leg injury, fuck. So Tango did what anyone would do: hobbled to the nearest house, asked in the nicest way he could under a lot of stress (so he kinda yelled) for a first aid kit, and performed surgery on himself atop the nice families dinner table. The nice family turned out to have called the police and an ambulance, who showed up just as Tango was wrapping up his leg with a bandage and took him away to the police on a stretcher. This debacle got him a leading story on the local newspaper: ‘Man performs surgery on himself after waking up with no memories and a leg injury’. After being questioned by the police, they decide they can’t really charge someone with amnesia and no money with anything like breaking and entering (he did knock and they did let him in) or property damage (blood on the carpet). The paramedics are stunned at his surgery, so they tell the police to take him to the nearest hospital and get him hired there, he could save so many lives. He gets hired by the head doctor after an examination of the surgery. The head doctor doesn’t really care that Tango doesn’t have any records or anything, the hospital is understaffed and Tango seems like an Angel sent down from the heavens to him. Tango is very very good at his job. So good that he gets offered a job at a far better paying hospital which he takes, then soon drops because he prefers the chaos of his old job much better.

Tango found Impulse extremely dehydrated, looking like death, wandering outside his flat one night, so he carried the man inside and saved his life. Now they are flat mates, and Impulse works in a tech store - an upgrade from working at a service station previously.

Bdubs woke up in an inner city park at night, homeless, broke, and in the company of other homeless and broke people. He built his way to success, got luckily hired by some rich asshole to mow their lawns plural - the rich asshole didn’t ask much questions, he just saw a poor man criticising the way a park had been landscaped to an old guy in a caravan and though it was good enough, seeing as the last one quit - and Bdubs didn’t mind too much, because the rich assholes property was really gorgeous. Once Bdubs was able to say he had work experience and wasn’t homeless he started babysitting the kids in the neighbourhood, pretty good money. Plus the kids love him, and everyone he meets loves him, he's just a nice guy. He met Scar because he had to purchase a suit for a kids birthday party, so he went to the cute little tailors shop he always walked past on the way to his favourite cute little gardening supplies shop. By now Bdubs had been promoted to part time gardener - the job is shared - and started working on and off at a building firm. They become besties, turns out Scar is also really into gardening etc etc. Eventually Bdubs becomes an architect, mainly designing for city contractors n such but occasionally designer homes, like the one he did for Scar.

Mumbo and Grian wake up in the hospital around the same time that Etho is still there, however Etho has been awake longer, and should really find a place to stay soon now that he’s got a steady job. Since - ok plot point here - the two are in the exact situation that Etho found himself in, he starts to feel like something weird is going on. Mumbo and Grian take a lot longer to recover than Etho did, and the two become hospital bed neighbor buddies. When they finally recover Scar offers them a temporary place to stay at his house while they find work. Tango gets Impulse to put in a good word for Mumbo at his work.

Nomads:

TFC is an old man who lives in a caravan off the money he made being a very successful miner, he now collects pretty shiny rocks and gems and stuff to give to kids. He’s like an all year round caravan Santa and wise old mystical figure. Dope.

Joe is a humble man who likes to wander. He’s never had a home, but if he needs anything he’ll go to TFC’s caravan or a homeless shelter or something. But he isn’t sad or anything, he really likes the freedom of being a simple wanderer.

Others:

Keralis is a business partner of Bdubs. Kerlalis is mega stonks. He was one of the first to land, had a big diamond in his pocket, bought shares in a company that blew up soon after and now he is really fucking rich.

Doc and Ren are the only ones who remember anything, and they arrive at the same time. Doc manages to keep his cool, but Ren loses his shit and gets thrown in a mental institution. Doc spends some time trying to get Ren out, and after a final success and laying low for a bit the two seek to bring all the hermits together.

Pearl ends up working in Bdubs building company.

Beef works in a music shop -sells records and instruments- and he starts up a record label out back after his boss retires and passes the shop onto him.

And yeah I don’t really know the other Hermits that well was hoping some of ya’ll could help me find places for them in this city :) don’t really know how to format this either so maybe some input would be nice, just wanted to get the idea out hehehe

[whataboringstory]

I don’t think we talk about how much of a feral country boy Merlin was in season one (and the earlier seasons generally).

I haven’t rewatched the show since May so my memory is a little rusty but this boy shows up to Camelot- a place where he will literally be murdered if he flashes his sparkly eyes around- with so much damn confidence. It’s a little iconic and my anxiety-ridden ass is a little jealous. But like only a little because feral country boy was a bit of a mess.

He shows up to Camelot and on his first day, he tries to start a fight with a knight. A KNIGHT. Not only is he a knight but he’s also the PRINCE. It’s good and all standing up for the little guy and trying to get the knights to treat the servant better but this feral country boy straight up RIPS OFF HIS JACKET and just LAUCHES himself at a fucking KNIGHT who was THROWING KNIVES a second ago. Feral. Iconic. Lil country boy has no shame and no self-preservation.

Then the next day, feral bastard bumps into Prince Prat again and just sasses him so fucking hard. Who gave him the authority to hold that much sass in his feral body. Feral boy then gets into annother goddam fight.

Again, my memory’s shite so I’m skipping to season 1 episode 4 when Merlin accuses Bayard(?) of poisoning Arthur’s chalice. Feral boy is so confident in that scene. He STARES this KING down that he just accused being like “it’s alright, I’ll drink the poison and you’ll see that this bitch is a lying stinky bitch that just tried to poison my prince. RIP me I guess but at least I’m not a liar” and downs the glass while keeping DIRECT EYE CONTACT. Feral energy.

Skipping ahead again to season 2 episode 1 because my memory’s shite. Feral farm boy full on BODYSLAMS Cedric into the floor, wrestles with him then crawls under Arthur’s bed trying to fucking catch him while Arthur is looking on so confused about why he’s in love with this fucking idiot who is ready to throw hands 24/7.

Jump to season 2 episode 7. Guias is accused of sorcery, Uther sentenced him to death, Aridian (i cba to google how to spell his name, bitch doesnt deserve a correct spelling) goes on about purging the magic out of him with fire. Feral farm lad pops out and starts shouting about how arridian is a liar and charges towards him. He then has to be half tackled and dragged away by Arthur while looking like an angry mouse. Then once Arthur has him out of sight in the dungeons, Feral country boy tries to deck Arthur in the face. Valid reaction but fucking feral.

I know there’s gotta be countless more examples but thats all I can come up with today. I really wonder what he was like in Ealdor. He was probably bullied a lot by the other kids, because 1) he’s a little magic boy who can barely control himself at the start, so he probably acted pretty strange in order to keep the secret 2) He’s a bastard 3) He’s a sweetheart who’s so kind and lovely and that’s often seen as a weakness in men(which is total bull). So yeah, he probably didn’t have the best time. But he did have his friend Will, who was also feral and very angry and probs not the best influence, but he really needed will there.(I bet they caused so much trouble in the village and I live for that thought). I think having to deal with people picking on him growing up probably caused him to have to have that bravado and willingness to always stand up for himself/others and get into physical fights with arseholes. He holds so much confidence even though he comes from no high-valued background and has 0 power (0 non-magical power). I think his magic also made him a little cocky. He was a cocky little bitch. Love to see it.

We love feral farm boy

[teebarnes]

✨ | A Bad Day

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Summary: You had a bad day at work and Bucky knows that, so takes this chance to brighten your bad day.

Word Count: 2k

Warning(s): Fluff, crying... I think that's about it.

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Locking the door behind you, you lean yourself against your door, sliding to the floor. Tears flowing down your face, you pike your knees up you to the chest, wrapping your arms around them. It was another one of those awful days at work, your face hidden in the nook you made. You slowly sobbed to yourself, trying to express the bad day you had quietly into your house as if it could listen.

The quietness of your rural home thickened the sound of your tears; you sigh deeply into your knees, attempting to catch the breath you longed for. Then, calming yourself, you wipe the tears with the end of your jumper before hearing your phone ring. A few sniffs holding the fact you were crying, you check your phone to see it was your best friend calling.

"Yellop", you softly chime to your best friend on the end of the other line. You can hear an audible laugh. "Yellop doll, how was your day?" The voice you always long to hear at the end of your days. "U-usual", you softly chocked out before continuing ", how about you, old man? How was your day?" You giggle slightly at your remark.

A long pause extended your conversation with him before he broke the silence with a soft laugh through his nose, "usual, same since we last spoke", you smile, getting up, taking the conversation to your couch. Hearing his voice had taken away any sadness you had before you even picked up the phone. "Hey, I'm coming over. I need your help," he says, which piques your interest.

"What does a 107-year-old man need my help for? I'm sure you have all the life experience you need," you joked; Bucky gasps ", ouch, my feelings… they're hurting because of you", he laughs, causing the two of you to roll your eyes at each end of the line. "May I ask what you need help with?" You sat up from the couch, eagerly waiting for his reply.

A steady silence homed their conversation for a few seconds "a date y/n… there is this beautiful woman I want to ask on a date." He sighs.

Your face drops slightly, tears rushing down your face again like the ones before. Quickly wiping the tears, you answer, so Bucky doesn't worry "a date, huh? Since when do you socialise" you half-laughed to yourself sadly. "well… doll. You see, I don't if I'm honest," you both laugh, waiting for him to continue. "But… she is amazing, beautiful, the most incredible person I've met", he boasts to you over the phone.

You couldn't help but wallow in your thoughts for a bit, wishing that it were you he was talking about. But you knew that you two were just made to be the best of friends; despite how you felt towards him, you knew he could never feel the same. It took you a while to collect yourself when Bucky spoke again, breaking your train of thought. "Doll?" Your eyes focus again on your surroundings, coming back to the reality that you wanted to run away from right then and there. "Doll, are you there?" He asks again; you clear your throat "yes! yes… sorry, yes I am." You coughed.

"I am happy for you, Buck! She will be so lucky to have you." You stand up from the couch walking into your kitchen. "I am the lucky one, actually…" he replies softly. You smile at his reply only to realise the context of the conversation before answering back to him, "Well… are you sure you need my help? I feel you have all of that covered. I don't think I could be of much help to you, Buck." You held the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you opened the fridge up to check what was for dinner tonight. "I most certainly do doll. You are a vital part to getting this right," he excitedly says; you could never turn him down.

Even after being his friend for over ten years, you still couldn't say no to him. "Geez, Bucky, you really are serious… I'll have you know, though. I haven't had a boyfriend since I met you, so I'll only be able to give you basic pointers," you laugh to yourself. "Doll, don't worry about it… as long as you're there, that's all I need." He swoons. You couldn't help but laugh, "see, buck, with that attitude, I think she will say yes." You lightly say, "plus, have you asked Steve? I'm sure he has better advice to give," you question. "Yeah, I did… no help there", he laughs.

"Okey dokes, well I'm going to take my shower n stuff… you've got a key so you can let yourself in, alright?" You say, continuing to push through the built-up tears and emotions that halted at your throat. "Okay, doll! See you shortly," he says "see ya, Buck" you smile, hanging up.

Not knowing it, but your world fell before you; you didn't want to lose Bucky to a woman he hasn't even told you about. Then again, you cared for his happiness, that is what he needed after all the trauma he had been put through. You shook off the tears sucking up the pain into your stomach, heading to take a shower.

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Bucky’s POV

"How do I tell her, Steve?" Bucky groans, pacing around the living room, "I love her so goddam much, but I am afraid to lose her. What if she doesn't like me and only sees me as a friend-"Bucky is cut off by Nat, who is sitting on the other side of the couch reading a book. "Bucky, I am going to slap some sense into you soon. She is head over heels for you." She sighs, getting up to leave the room. Bucky continues to pace again, with Steve closely watching.

"Ask her on a date Buck. Go from there," Steve lightly says, leaning back into his seat. "Hey doll, I know we've been best friends for ten years now, but I just wanted to let you know that I've fallen in love with you since the day we met", he frustrates into the palm of his hands. Steve chuckles a bit, "sounds about right", he snorts. Bucky wide-eyed to his oldest friend. "Ahaha, so funn-" he is cut off with a buzzing in his left pocket.

Reaching in, he picks it up "oh, it's just Sam" he rolls his eyes, answering, "what's up, Sam?" Sam sighs "have you talked to y/n recently?" He asks, which immediately makes Bucky furrow his eyebrows "no, why? Has something happened?" A pause before Sam speaks, "Can you check on her, please. She had a rough day at work. I have a feeling she is not at her best at the moment." Bucky's eyes dull hearing that the woman he's in love with is sad "okay, on it. Thanks for letting me know, Sam", he let out a sigh. "I've given her the week off, but please check." He sternly asks. "You have my word Sam" Bucky hangs up, turning to Steve.

"She had a bad day at work…" he frowns before plopping himself on the couch. "Well, buck, this may be a good opportunity to take her out on a date? Or even have a sneaky film night?" He stands up, patting his friend's shoulder. Bucky gives a slight grin, nodding, "Thanks, pal".

Steve walks out of the room, leaving Bucky alone with his thoughts, "okay okay okay, I can do this, I can do this." He hypes himself up, taking his phone pressing your contact that he had on speed dial.

"Yellop" Bucky hears on the other end of the phone; he couldn't help but melt to the sweetness of your voice. It was one he loved so much. It wasn't unusual to call each other; it was a religious routine for the both of you. If one didn't call, the other would. But this time, it was different; Bucky was nervous; it has taken him ten years to work up the courage to ask you out. But he still couldn't, not without seeing your face, not without being able to hold you as he said he loved you and not without comforting you first. He knew you didn't want to burden him with your troubles, so he took it upon himself to make up an excuse just to see you.

After the call, Bucky knew that you'd been hiding your emotions just to have your usual conversation with him. He felt even guiltier when he went on and on about you but never had the guts to tell you that he was talking about you.

Bucky packed a night bag from his room, packing it onto his motorbike before making his way to the local supermarket that was on the way to your house.

He picked up some of your favourite snacks and a bunch of your favourite flowers, securing them on his bike before riding to your house. Then, turning his bike off, he left it parked in your garage, heading inside. He closed the door behind him, walking into the kitchen laying the snacks on the table before heading down the hall into your room. He could hear the shower running and knew you were still in there.

He could hear you singing a soft melody of your favourite song; Bucky smiled, took his shoes off, and set them at the door in the hallway. Bucky flopped onto your soft bed with the flowers he had for you hidden on the bedside away from the bathroom door so you wouldn't be able to see them when you'd come out.

Finishing your shower a few minutes later, you wrapped your hair in a towel. Drying yourself and popping on your oversized henley, the same one Bucky had given you all those years ago when you had nothing to wear the first time you slept at his. You put some undies on and Van's socks. Using the dryer to dry your hair, you fitted your thick hair into a messy bun with your black scrunchy. "Alright", you took a deep breath before heading out to see Bucky lying on your bed.

"Oh, Buck! Hey," you smiled at him. His head was comfy on the bedsheets; he turned to see you, a bright smile upon his face. "Hey, doll," he noticed straight away that you weren't wearing any pants, something he was used to but not used to at the same time. You'd always make a fuss over going to bed with pants on; you hated wearing pants to bed. So you just opted for socks. "So", you sigh, flopping on the bed next to him. "Who is the girl?" You asked, turning your body to the side facing him. He chuckled, rolling over the edge of the bed, coming back to meet you, your favourite flowers in his hand; you both were face to face.

"You"…

~

You look at him, jerking your face back a bit in surprise but totally melting seeing the flowers. "M-me?" You reply; Bucky smiles, brushing the hair from your face nodding, "It's always been you y/n." His arm caressed your cheek, and you couldn't help but rest yours on his. You kissed the inner of his hand before taking the flowers leaving them on the bedside table.

"You know how long I've wanted to tell you that I love you" you smiled almost in tears; wrapping his metal arm around your waist, Bucky pulled your body close to his "And you know how long I've wanted to say the exact same thing" he rested his head against yours "I am in love with you y/n, I've loved you ever since I met you". You sniffled, cupping his cheek before leaning in, kissing his chapped lips; he leaned into him, kissing back "and just when I thought I was going to have to let you go, you prove me wrong," you chuckled through your tears.

He chuckles with you. "I couldn't tell you on the phone. I had to be here. Plus, Sam told me you had a bad day, so I wanted to be with you." You smiled, giving him the biggest hug. "Thank you, Buck. Thank you for doing this" he kissed the top of your head.

"You're welcome, love", he smiled.

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[withoneheadlight]

ok i saw this cap of zoë kravitz in hf and she's got such a dreamy expression, she looks so deeply self-absorbed and infatuated by whatever she's imagining and those lines. and i couldn't stop picturing billy exactly like that for days so,

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There’s a pretty unusual sound coming off the house when Max comes back home, that summer afternoon.

Full volume. Walls shaking. And she quietly walks to the source of the sound, holding back her breath right in front of Billy's room because, there's this second sound? Stranger and way more unsettling and Max's not sure-sure at first but then Steve Perry’s voice takes off and Billy’s follows it and then he's like, singing along and. Well. Max did know Billy liked Journey but not like, their 'stuff for pussies' but uhm, he does, apparently. Rasps his voice all the way through ‘Faithfully’. Kind of, sighs. Longingly? When it ends? But pfff, ok, big brothers are weird. Definitely weirder after being possessed and then kind of resurrected. Even if it's in a good-weird way but, whatever. So Max's just about to sneak to her room, dutifully rolling her eyes, steps muffled by the first chords of 'Edge of the blade' when―

Click. Click. Billy stops the tape. Click. Takes it out. Tap. Tap. Click. Puts on― Billy puts. On,

Heaven.

Bryan Adams’ Heaven.

And Max―

Being a younger sister is a meticulous kind of full-time, private detective job. You gotta learn how the person you’ve been watching so carefully for years and years works. Hafta develop some sort of―sense about your target. And Billy’s been—un-Billy-like? These past two months. Smiling more. Telling more jokes. Playing ‘You shook me all night long’ in a loop on their drive to school and back, not complaining at all but even joining when’s Max who can’t help but sing along so.

So. She retraces her steps. Knocks. Takes the distracted grunt she gets as a ‘Yeahyeah, c’mon in c’mon in’ and,

Creak. Creak. ‘―baby you’re all that I want’

“Billy?”

Billy’s sitting cross-legged on the floor. Radio close to his knees. Cassettes scattered everywhere. Piles and piles of breakwater surrounding Billy’s old, rusty beacon of sound. He’s reading through the song-list of one of the tapes, a smoke locked on the corner of his mouth, bouncing up and down with every little, absent suck he takes, and he looks. He looks―

Self-absorbed and even. Relaxed. Happy. Like whatever he’s thinking about right now is actually carrying his thoughts away to fucking heaven.

“Ehh”

“Uh-hu?”

‘When you’re lying here in my arms!’

“Billy are you. What―” ‘I'm findin' it hard to believe. We're in heaven’ “What are you doing?”

But there’s this orbit around the sun and then there’s whatever one Billy's been spinning along with the last couple of months so he completely ignores her question. Shakes the tape on his left hand. Picks another one from the pile on his right. Asks her.

“Is Billy Ocean too much? ‘Cause I think it’s too much. But it kind of fits into what I'm trying to say so” he says, shrugs, looking up at Max and waiting for the answer of what she realizes was not really a question. Not at all. So she does her little sister job and just, nods “Right. That’s good. I think it’ll slide just nicely into Bruce Springsteen and―”

“Billy” Max insists, waiting for the charm of the third time to work. It doesn’t. Not really. But keeps Billy's eyes on her long enough to squeeze an “A mixtape?” And, uh. That’s what gets it on. The charm “Are you making a mixtape?”

“Uh?”

And it’s like Max just shook Billy out of a daydream. Ash plopping down from his cigarette as his lips try but can’t purse and Max― she’s good. She’s stellar at this detective thing. Recognizes an opening the moment she sees it, right there in front of her, frozen in the middle of shaking Billy Ocean and Bruce Springsteen in the air right before cocktailing them together. Shaken, not stirred, please. Max’s upgraded to James Bond-level just right now.

“You’re making a mixtape for someone”

“Oh-nonoMaxi―”

“But you didn’t have those tapes before. Not even in your secret stash”

“How do yo―?”

“Holy. ShIT. You’ve been listening to somebody else’s music” This is. Oh, God. This. Is. GOLD. Max gotta take a moment. Blink. Breathe. Process. Her hands move by themselves, palms spread toward Billy in a wait-a-minute kind of gesture except. Max’s gonna need way more than a minute for this “You’ve accepted a music recommendation”

“Maaaaax”

“Gosh, you’ve even listened to the tapes enough to. Make―”

“Max!”

“I just can’t believe it”

And Max was glad. Well. As glad as one can be. Bunch weeks ago. Her mom and Neil out for the day. Coming back home a little earlier than she usually does to hear those ugh. Those other noises. Happy screams. Again. After months and months of Billy being basically alone except for her and the party and Steve. And Max’s so glad, of course she is. But she’s also a little sister. And all this investigation work has a high, rightful purpose.

Make her big brother’s life a living. Hell.

“Oh my god, you must be so gone!” Max brings her hands to her mouth. Takes a deep, deep breath that’s more a poorly restrained giggle. Shoots her index at him “Is it Bon Jovi? What I’m seeing right there? Goddam, Billy are you in lo―”

Bam.

Bam. Bam!

The front door.

What a way to spoil the fun. Max doesn’t have time for this. She’s working.

“BILLY?” comes a voice from the other side “Billy are you in there?”

Steve.

Oh.

What a way to make the fun a hundred times better.

Bam.Bam.Bam!

She’s starting to move to get to the door, sinsonging “Well, I guess Steve’s gonna find out you’re so stupid in love you’re willingly listening to―” when she realizes Billy’s eyes have widened and he’s jerkingly trying to unfreeze, he’s mumbling something in around his already extinguished cigarette in the ways of “Can’t” and “Find out” and “Surprise” and “Fucking help me!” While literally trying to shove the huge mass of tapes under his bed, his tone like hurryhurryhurry!, like he would start gagging and throwing his lungs out at any given minute, so nervous he looks.

So Max doesn’t go for the door. Yet. She basks in the enjoyment.

“Oh, is it a secret romance or something?” She sighs happily, leaning against the doorframe instead. “‘Cause you look pretty worried”

Steve’s banging the door now, voice wavering a little as he asks-shouts “Billy? Billy answer me! Hey, bab―Are you ok?”

“Max, please” Billy begs. Begs. Crawling over to where a Madonna’s Like a virgin is laying with the tape looping slightly out “He really can’t find out”

“What? That you’re in lo-o-oh-oh-OH―”

Billy stops at the tone, right there on his knees. Spits his forgotten cig to the side. And in the instant it seems to take him to make up his mind they both can hear Steve shout “Ok. I know you’re in there!. I’m coming in now!!”

“Fuck! Yeah. I am. Ok?” he looks like he just realized he’s tripped. Blushes. “Making it, I mean”

BAM!

And Ohhhhhhh.

Zero-fucking-zero-fucking-seven.

“Steve,” Max gasps. Because. Hear it makes it like. Easier. To process “You. And Steve”

B A M!

“Yeah, Max, Yeah. And this is a fucking surprise and he’s gonna―”

‘I've been waitin' for so long. For somethin' to arrive. For love to come along’

Ok. Oh. Okok.

“Door!” Max hastens him.

“What?”

“You. Door. Run!” She commands, and Billy― sometimes Max can’t honestly understand how he's got the grades he's got, because Billy blinks, looks clueless “C’mon slow ass. Hurry! I’ll hide all this shit”

And Billy finally gets it. Nods. Slow. Then fast. Stumbles up. Literally runs, to get to the door.

Max still gets to hear his labored “Fuck, pretty boy. “That was really hardcore of you. That's how bad you wanted to see me?” And Steve's own breathless “Really?” Before pushing Billy's room door close with her back, and kneeling on the floor to check for stray, incriminating cassettes.

Pretty boy. Maybe Max isn't as clever as she thought she is. Or hasn’t been doing her job right, clearly.

It's when she’s making ‘It’s a kind of magic’ disappear into the rest of the pile that she lays eyes on it. The case. The J-card written almost all the way down to the B-side already. A mixture of songs Billy's heard so many times there are parts where his tapes screech, and others she'd bet her life he wouldn’t have deigned to listen to. Not ever. Definitely not because―no, for, somebody. Bowie and Cher and Cindy Lauper and Bob Seger right next to Metallica and Guns n' Roses and Meatloaf and― there. There. Almost hidden in the back of the spine. A note. A tiny, thin-lettered thing Max really, really shouldn't be reading but―

‘Thanks for driving me back.

Love. Billy’

But. That's what little sisters do too, she guesses. Intrude. Annoy. Snoop. Feel this sudden rush of relief. Of happiness. When Billy laughs softly, on the other side of the door. When Steve laughs back. Maybe a tear. Or two. But just maybe. She’s really good at this little sister thing, after all.

Hopes for stellar.

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or: that post s3 where steve lets a camaro-less billy drive him around in his own car "really? again, hargrove?" almost every single day, for months, after he comes back, because "you’re gonna perpetually stick yourself to my ass at least let me do the one thing that frikin’ calms me down" which results in steve resigning himself to deejaying in the shotgun even if "jesus, what's that shit, harrington?" "my car, my rules, sweetheart" which results in billy developing a ‘songs steve harrington is in love with’ mental playlist, realizing he’s probably a little bit in love with the way he loves them and, possibly, a little much love with steve and then stealing steve's tapes one day and,

making a mixtape about it.

(the first of a whole lot, of love letters)