#they don't let teens wander off with strangers

[blood-orange-juice]

So far Natlan seems to be a nation of surprisingly mentally healthy and well-adjusted people

This is amazing. I am amazed

[p1utofairy]

PAC: “i get so weak in the knees, i can hardly speak. i lose all control and something takes over me…” 💌⏳🦢🍸

• how does your crush currently feel about you?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. here's something to kick off fall 🍂 take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. enjoy!

pile 1 📩 —

heyyy pile 1! let's jump right into your reading 🤗 i'm already hearing that you think about your crush A LOT like you can't get them off your mind even if you tried and they feel the exact same way. you two mirror each other so if you feel intensely about them, they're also feeling intensely about you even if they don't convey that outwardly (i.e. their facial expressions/body language) i feel like they’re not used to having a huge crush on someone, it usually just kinda…happens for them??? like they don't usually have to put a lot of work in to make someone fall for them (bc i'm visually seeing that they're pretty damn attractive) but that's not gonna cut it with you — they just can't get by on their looks. you're big on taking your time to get to know someone and building up that level of trust and respect. you carry yourself very well pile 1 and that's really what made them do a double take when they first saw you. you're 1 of 1 — they've never seen anyone like you before. i'm hearing that some of you may look exotic or people tell you that you resemble a specific celebrity a lot? idk but just know you get the blood rushing through their veins lol they can't help but feel excited when they're around you, yet they barely know you which is the crazy part. they feel like they know you but they don't…and that's what so intriguing to them. stranger by jhené aiko is coming to mind, “i know ya face, i know ya name but i don't know you? isn't that crazy? isn't that crazy?” you may judge them at first and already think the worst like “oh i bet they’re a player!” but don’t jump to conclusions! give it a chance. they may actually surprise you and treat you like royalty, cause i feel a lot of adoration coming from their end…even though they know little to nothing about you. i want you around by snoh aalegra is playing in my head, “it's somethin' 'bout the way you stare into my eyes. i know that i don't make things clear. i fall for you every time i try to resist you.” they’re gonna fall hard for you pile 1. they’re definitely going to want to get serious and make this official which will shock you both, because of how fast things will just come together naturally. AHHH I LOVE IT.

other channeled messages:

whoa by snoh aalegra, kiss me thru the phone by soulja boy ft. sammie, tattoos, glasses, scorpio placements/scorpio moon, wifey, bright smile, almond shaped eyes, petite figure, girl of my dreams, kissin’ on my tattoos by august alsina, u are my high by dj snake & future, prominent air sign placements

pile 2 ⚖️ —

hiiiii pile 2 💓 right away i’m hearing that your crush feels like you’re unattainable? you might be really popular or a naturally social person that everyone clings to, and they find this a bit intimidating. they don’t know how to approach you – they've been trying to figure out how to get your attention but little do they know that they already have it. y'all might have a dynamic like summer and seth from ‘the O.C.’ and/or stiles and lydia from ‘teen wolf’ aw when they find out you like them back it'll most likely catch them off guard like “who?! ME?!” lol they’re so cute. you’re very dreamy to them, they'll damn near start drooling when you’re in close proximity to them…i’m also hearing that they love the way you dress. you show just enough to let their imagination wander lol idk if they wanted me to say that cause i can see their cheeks getting red and them getting all flustered 🤣 let me just say that they respect you so much! they’ll feel so lucky to finally get to know you on a personal level because they’ve been inquiring about you for awhile now. you’ll be everything that they dreamed of plus more & vice versa. there’s definitely a best friend dynamic at the root of this connection, you both will be able to be yourselves unapologetically when you're together. i feel sooo much warmth and comfort. idk why belly and jeremiah from ‘the summer i turned pretty’ just popped up in my head lol but yeah they will love holding you gently and staring into your eyes longingly 😩 SO ADORBS.

other channeled messages:

the cool girl & the gamer boy, no idea by don toliver, just talk to her dude, victor from corpse bride, timothée chalamet, bilingual, hit different by sza ft. ty dolla $ign, my forever boy, good days by sza, skateboarding

pile 3 ⚓️ —

pile 333 💫 what's up!!! i channeled a song for y'all already, come over by aaliyah is coming in strongly. “i know you're asleep but you're on my mind and i'm wide awake and i wanna stop by.” ooo there’s a very sensual vibe between you and your crush, a lot of sexual attraction and tension i'm picking up. you two would make a great looking couple — a lot of people will be looking at you two when you're interacting with each other. it's like “can those two get a room already and just fuck” LMAOOO some will be hating but others will just be admiring like damn i wish i had that. i feel like your crush makes you act really shy lol you try to muster up the courage to look them in the eye and be bold but you fold every time lol i’m hearing them say “don’t be shy baby” 😩 your crush knows what they're doingggggg omg they just love to tease you. a couple that's coming to mind is joey and pacey from ‘dawson's creek’ you may not have paid them much mind initially but one day something clicked and you were like damn…i really like them. it might take a little minute for y'all to officially get together but once you two do…WHEW. i told y'all the sexual tension is through the roof — i’m hearing this is that 90’s r&b type of love. a lot of slow burn and building up to the real thing. they think so much about what it'll be like to finally be able to hold you, kiss you and treat you properly. you evoke a lot of inspiration, motivation and passion in them pile 3 <3

other channeled messages:

halfcrazy by musiq soulchild, take a picture it'll last longer, lavender haze by taylor swift, muse by partynexydoor, capricorn placements/capricorn venus, you're like my own personal brand of heroin - edward cullen (lol)

[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

shadows.

Chapter two:

Pairings: Wanda X Natasha, Natasha X umbrakinetic child reader, Wanda X umbrakinetic child reader, Avengers X umbrakinetic child reader.

Warnings:

Summary: Wanda and Natasha were no strangers to the dark. But what happens when the dark isn't what they thought it was?

A/n: this took ages 😭.

3rd person.

Natasha walked into the compound trying to figure out a way to convince the other Avengers to let y/n stay. Upon stepping out if the elevator on her and Wanda's floor Natasha was greeted with the smell of bacon and eggs. Natasha walked into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around her cooking girlfriend.

"Tasha hey!"

Wanda exclaimed excitedly.

"hey detka"

Natasha responded, kissing Wanda's neck.

Wanda finished cooking and placed a plate of bacon and eggs Infront of Natasha before setting up her own.

"how was your run Moya lyobove (lmk if I spelt that wrong btw)?"

Wanda asked absent mindedly as she ate. Natasha suddenly remembered the books she brought and pulled them out and passed them to Wanda.

"I took you up on your 'be more spontaneous' offer. I went to a bookshop and got you these"

Natasha studied her girlfriends face as she inspected the books.

"they look fun... but there's something in your mind."

Wanda said shooting Natasha a pointed look. Natasha looked away.

"there was a teen. A homeless teen."

Natasha refused to meet Wanda's eyes.

"and upon impulse you gave them a place to stay. Didn't you."

Wanda sighed.

"there's a spare room in our floor that nobody uses and I'm sure she won't be trouble. Kid looks like she's been through a lot and..."

Natasha trailed off. She actually had no idea what had pushed her to make such a decision. Wanda looked at Natasha sympathetically.

"and you couldn't stand the thought of her staying there."

Wanda said softly. Natasha sighed and nodded gently.

"well I have nothing against it. Infact I support the idea. But your going to need alot of luck to convince the others of your idea."

Natasha groaned.

"Argh I know."

Wanda smiled at natasha.

"I'm sure you'll manage."

Wanda said connecting their hands from across the island in the kitchen. Natasha shit Wanda a grateful look.

"well then Romanoff you gonna tell us why we've been gathered here?"

Tony said as he and the other Avengers gathered in a room after Natasha called them for a 'emergency meeting'. Natasha stood before the group with Wanda beside her holding her hand.

"yes well there has been some certain offers made."

Natasha said. In all honesty Natasha had no idea how to tell the others she basically offered to take in a teen.

"what offers?"

Kate asked from besides yelena. Then Wanda spoke up.

"Nat has offered a teenager a home in the compound."

You could've heard a pin drop with the silence that followed.

"WHAT!?"

Tony exploded however Natasha glared at him.

"she is a homeless teen and she has a certain... draw to her. I couldn't let her stay in the streets. We have a perfectly good bedroom on mine and Wanda's floor that nobody uses and from what I know she's sure not to make trouble."

Natasha quickly defended.

"Romanoff your letting a stranger into the compound! A STRANGER!"

Tony exclaimed.

"I realise stark."

Natasha sighed. Tony glared at Natasha before shooting another snarky comment.

"we are not a bed and breakfast romanoff."

Natasha simply scoffed at him.

"I wouldn't mind another teen around actually..."

Peter spoke up. Tony sent Peter a glare.

"your supposed to be in my side here."

He said.

"actually I wouldn't mind either."

Kate speaks up again. Yelena simply nods along agreeing with kate.

"if the kid won't be trouble I don't see why she can't stay."

Steve says calmly. Tony watches in disbelief as the other Avengers agree to natasha.

"looks like your outnumbered stark. I'll pick her up tomorrow."

Natasha said slightly smug. Tony groaned and left the room. The others rolled their eyes. Tony would be over his temper tantrum soon enough.

*with y/n but still 3rd person*

Y/n wandered down the streets confused. She had just been offered a home by the black widow. A freaking superhero. And yet. She was hesitating. Anyone else in her position would if said yes in an instant. But y/n didn't. Walking back into the bookshop Sandra looked up from behind the desk.

"back from your walk then?"

She asked.

"Yeah..."

Y/n said softly.

"brilliant. You can help me shelve some books and tell me if your accepting that home."

Sandra said cheerfully as she pulled out a box of books ready for the shelves. Y/n blinked in surprise.

"how did you-"

Sandra cut her off.

"don't be silly y/n I know everything."

Y/n sighed. Sandra was a... unique person to say the least. Y/n grabbed the box and began to shelve the books though as instructed.

"I don't know if I should take the offer honestly."

"y/n you've been offered a home. A place to stay. Constant food and shelter. At least try it. And besides you could always run away back here. I'd protect you if you need you realise that?"

Sandra said sending y/n a reassuring smile. Y/n returned the smile before going back to her thoughts.

"ok. I'll try. But if I show up and hide from them one day say you haven't seen me at all ok."

Y/n said.

"oh don't you worry kiddo I'll be giving them and earful before they even take you. They screw up they die."

Sandra said taking the book y/n had and shelving it.

"you. Kill international superheroes? Verry funny."

Y/n said half sarcastic half amused. Sandra simply grinned again at y/n.

Y/n had come early today. And Sandra made sure to tease her about it.

"aww looks like someone's excited!"

Sandra said with a grin. Y/n sent her a nervous glare she didn't really mean.

"I'm nervous. What if they changed their mind. It it was a joke. Or-"

"you worry too much. Don't fret. Besides I'll still be here."

Sandra had cut off y/n again but she didn't mind. Sandra was always easily good at cutting people off to give good advice.

*Natasha 3rd person*

Natasha was nervous. It was only 8 am so she had 2 more hours till she needed to pick up y/n. Wanda was in the kitchen making breakfast and Kaye and Yelena were on the couch playing video games.

"don't worry Natasha I'm sure she'll be there."

Wanda said giving Natasha a soft smile and an omelette.

"I hope so..."

"do you need me to accompany you detka?"

Wanda asked. Natasha glanced up at her girlfriend.

"are you sure?"

Wanda nodded and Natasha smiled.

"thanks Moya lyobov"

"no problem mylashk"

Suddenly Yelena interupted them.

"can you both stop being so cute and loud. Me and Kate bishop are playing here!"

Natasha and Wanda laughed at Yelena but stood up and went to prepare the spare room for inhabitants.

A/n: and there's chapter 2! Lmk what you think. I'm quite enjoying this series so far and have big plans for it. Also sorry if the Russian nicknames are spelt wrong.

[1poda]

She Hates Pirates! Pt.7

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The newly formed Straw hat trio stood before a concaved mess filled with painful groans, blinking left to right Luffy gave a thoughtless hum before forcing a wounded marine who lay half buried by rock and splintered wood into awkward eye contact. He winced worryingly at both the strange boy and his own crumbling bones. 

"Hey, marine. You see a girl with white hair pass through here?" Sanji grouched as he lifted the cigarette to his mouth and narrowed a curly brow, but for some reason, the wounded soldier couldn't look away from Luffy's unblinking dinner plates and glanced between them uncomfortably. 

"P.. please. Don't make me talk about her..." The stranger held up a weak palm with tears and snot dribbling down his face "She So Scary!!" he yelped. 

"Hmmph" the black-haired Capitan groaned to himself which spooked the half-buried marine into a hushed sob. 

The marine stared at Luffy with pleading eyes. 

Luffy stared back with no thought or emotion. 

Their senseless stare-off ended with the marine sobbing into his own working limb "WaaaaaaaaaHHHHH! ShE wenT to ThE BoSS's basE into the Foooreesesssssttt! Waaaaahahahahaaaa! Please don't make her hurt me again!!"

Zorro raised a brow at the bubbling mess below "She really that scary? Didn't seem that strong when we met" the swordsman crossed his limbs as a puff of smoke came from the side "Not that I agree but it doesn't seem like Alba has it in her to do something like this" The chef's eyes filled with hearts as he littered the air with compliments for his missing princess. 

Luffy nodded after processing their 'captured' victim's word "Alright then. To the forest!" 

Alba made her way through the forest at a brisk pace with a small map in hand, the paper itself was pristine but her clear form was covered in dirt yet not many bruises. Picking some loose gravel from her hair the wandering female failed to care about the beaten marines littering the forest floor in a path that led directly to Alba. 

"He thinks he can keep me away with some measly guards" the teen grumbled as the paper crinkled in her furious fingers as her brows furrowed "I'll make him pay for what his goons have done to this island"

Nearing the thickest area of the woodlands Alba kept up her guard. Waiting for any irregularity that could be an ambush she passed the shadowed border which warned of its dangerous scapes. Though light became scarce she could see perfectly, it was almost as if she glowed in the darkness which attempted to devour her.

Suddenly the pale being stopped and yanked her one set out foot back before surveying the badly hidden hole filled with wooden pikes, guessing the wasn't much distance left between herself and the hideout Alba decided to quickly jump over the pit and began running the rest of the way. 

In a nearby bush, a frightened marine held a hand over his gasping mouth before finally letting his form loosen "She's- she's so fast! And that strange sound... just what was that?" he wondered, hearing a high whirring sound as soon as the woman took to sprinting. Letting out a comforting sigh the guard suddenly yelped and reached for his pockets "Crap! I gotta tell the Capitan right away!!" he pulled out a small yellow-shelled transpondersnail and began relaying his report immediately.

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*Click*

"Capitan! I have a report on the woman you told us to keep an eye out for!"

A large beefy hand cradled a small bright snail which yelled at him in distress, the shadowed leader grinned at the news "Tell me, is she on her way?" 

"Y-YES! She's beaten every stationed marine on the west side of the forest!"

"Well done marine, you've made the world a safer place" a grumbly voice ended the chat as the lips the came from spread into a maddeningly joyful grin "It's time to start making preparations for our guest" he chuckled, the cave of men who surrounded him followed with their own sinister giggles. 

"Huh"

"Sooooo...."

"You really think she came this way" the small group grumbled at the path of wailing men which led them through the threats of the wilderness, Zorro's brow raised, impressed with the amount but took notice that none was near death. The wounds they bore were close to fractures aside from that one guy over there who shattered his shin. 

As the straw hat wearer nodded to march forward he was stopped by his chef who lit a fresh cig in the cool shade "Hey Luffy, I gotta question"

The monkey boy turned with a huff "Sanjiiiii, we don't have time for this" Luffy threw his fists in the air with a frustrated groan, the apple still within his grip "Alba Could Be Fighting Some Really Strong Guys Without Me!! GrrrrrRRRRRRR!"

"That's my question y'see...." Sanji lowered the light from his mouth with a calm exterior "Who is Alba to you? You called her The Queen of The Pirates" 

"For once, I agree with curly brow over here" Zorro chimed in with limbs crossed, the pair kept their interrogative poise as Luffy tilted his head "Alba's my friend" the male shrugged before a memory flashed through his mind. 

"Even if we're apart, we'll always be together" a squeaky voice whispered under the shadows of a tree house, two small bodies hidden under a pile of blankets as a shine slipped through the gaps, two voices giggled before she whispered again "Let's keep this a secret from the other guys" 

"Chehehe, yeah! It'll be our Secret!!"

"Shhh!"

Luffy giggled at the pair who could only sigh at his plain answer before they figured there would be no point, whatever past the pair had none was going to learn about it any time soon.

[pandagirl45]

Moder, 7: I don't want to go to school! I'm smart!

Strange: we know that. I know that, but your parent and I think-

Moder: *glaring* you're not my dad!

Strange knows that. He knows how many partners loki had over his immortal life time. The tales he can speak of. The adventures as a God and jotunn. A seductress even. He knows this well. These kids of his, their fathers either aren't around, don't care to be or they are dead. He knows this. Yet modor seems to be having the hardest to adjust.

Times he hears her whisper angrily about wanting to know her real parentage. A small being, a mini giant in a way. Four hooves, four eyes, antlers made of flesh. She is the truth of loki children being different. In eyes of most asgardians who longed for their old world, a monster.

Strange seen worse beings than an angry child wishing to know who they are. Even when her abilities whispers his hands to shake as he practice. Her viper tongue like her mothers snaked out to cut him down. He stand strong because there is 6 beings relying on him. A great wolf child, a horse of many legs, a world snake, a magical old as him device, and cloak. Last modor.

Who is friends with even stranger kids, who is friend with a android turned human. A teleporting mutant. A hulking with unknown abilities. They are friends and strange wishes he can give her that comfort.

So when he is reading incantations, studying old sigils and alchemical properties, he stopped seeing her monster and child form in multiple orbs. Big eyes wet, blanket clutch in her hands.

"Mom... is still off on that stupid mission?"

Yes, loki is off to speak with jotunn that wish for asylum. A problem brewing. Unfairness spoken a language he can't even begin to decipher.

"Yes. Are you okay little one?"

A perk up, modor looked down then wandered over, "when will she back?"

"In a other full moon."

Strange rambled off, he wasn't excepting the surprise in those dark yellow eyes, "oh, soon then."

"Yes. Anything I can assist with?"

Shaking her head, she grabbed his pant leg looking at the moving magic, "why do you try?"

"Because, as much as I seem not to like children," a surprising childish giggle, strange half smiled, "I do love you guys, you. Your mother. Your siblings."

Modor stayed silent fingers digging till a tear was heard. Strange looked at her again seeing dark purple tears bubbling over, "you're dumb. Jorgamundr is dumb too."

"Well, let agree," strange lifted her up with a flick of his finger, he watched cloak swirl around eliciting happy hiccuping giggles, "that teens are dumb."

It was going to take time. If loki came back home with a pleasant surprise of seeing the sorcerer asleep with makeup on his face, a spell book on his chest, and modor asleep against his side. The God of mischief grinned snapping a picture.

(Sorry I keep spelling her name wrong )

[vm-haunts]

The adult in question, it turns out, is more of a older teen. At most early twenties, definitely not much older than Jason himself. They're in some old hoodie and cargo pants, looking absolutely frazzled.

The little kid, Ellie, ran right to them and oh wow, climbed right into their arms. Props to them for not doubling over, that tiny feet in the ribs looks pretty painful.

They grimaced at the little feet and aimed an apologetic smile at Red Hood. "Ellie what did I told you about running off? And bothering strangers?"

"But daddy, Mister Red is not stranger! He's Dad, like you!" At that the young man did a double take at Red Hood and Jason watch a puzzled look flash across their face which settled into shocked recognition.

Jason raised an eyebrow under his helmet, did they really just realize they're talking to Red Hood? That kind of awareness, in this neighborhood? "Oh, uh, Mister Red Hood Sir," the guy stammered then flushed with embarrassment, and Jason barely stifled a snort, "I'm so sorry for that. Ellie, say sorry to Mister Red Hood."

"But why? He is dad!" Damn, that pout is adorable.

Before the young man can get more flustered, Jason waved away the apologies and leaned closer to the little kid, "whatever you say kiddo, just don't run away again. It only take one time of your daddy not catching up for you to never see him again, you understand?" Then channelling a full body glare at the young man, Jason readied his grapple, "and you, keep a better eye on your kid, or you'll regret it."

...

Well. Apparently Red Hood is dead enough to register on his and Ellie's ghost sense, good to know. Mildly concerning, sure, but not his city not his circus and all that.

Ancients, what even is he saying? Mister Red Hood Sir? Seriously?

Danny rubbed a hand down his tired face and sighed. Whatever, not the worst first impression he made. Ellie, on the other hand...

"Ellie dear, we talked about this," Danny shifted his hold on Ellie at her pouting protest and headed back towards their apartment, ancients he's exhausted. "Now none of that, mini me, you know the rules. No bothering random strangers, and that includes the living, the dead, and all that is in-between."

It's not a long walk home, and Danny phases his hand through the door to open it instead of fishing out his keys. Once he kicked the door shut again he set Ellie down then crouched down to look at her with a more serious expression.

"And Ellie? I know you are capable of protecting yourself, and I promise I would always come for you. But Mister Red had a point too, you know it only take one unlucky chance to lose everything. So please, at least let me know when you want to wander out. Can you promise me that, hmm?"

Dad? Dead?

For the record, it's not exactly shocking for a little kid to run to Red Hood, especially when he's in the Alley. He has a reputation, sure, but no harm to children is a big part of it.

So. A little kid, running to Red Hood. Not the most common scene, but it happened before.

What he isn't expecting is for the tiny child in a ponytail to yell 'you're dad!' at him.

Fuck, what the hell is this???

...

Danny is so done. His appreciation of Jazz have gone through the roof too, because ancients be damned, taking care of kids is exhausting. Surely he isn't this bad when he's a kid?

He only turned away for one second to look at his phone, he swear, and just like that Ellie is gone. Again. Third time this night.

Danny is so gonna make a ghost proof leash, as soon as he hauls Ellie back home from where ever she ran to again. Thank ancient for his ghost sense though, it's the last defense his sanity has.

Although, the feedback he is getting is stronger than Ellie's alone. Not as strong as a full ghost, did Ellie find a ghost animal again?

[e1igius]

the water rains down from the showerhead , light steam coming off of it. the water runs down taking on color as it finds it's natural path down scared up , muddy , bloody bodies. the shampoo in his hair feels foreign and strange , the clean water feels like trickery. as if all of this wasn't real. as if he's going to wake up the minute he opens his eyes and it'll all going to be gone. open wounds sting as soap cleans off grime and discharge , some of them are likely infected , they didn't exactly have first aid in hell. eyes blink open though the water for a moment , taking in the perfectly white shower , marble floors , tile & glass walls. light beaming through the window feels redundant with the every single light in the bathroom being turned on as well. they were back from hell. it didn't feel like it yet. his heart still raced. he still felt like his soul was getting squeezed and torn six ways from sunday... everything still felt wrong and lost.

the fingers on his ribcage are too familiar to cause surprise , the other's voice is low. his statement sounds accusatory. ❝ this shit's infected texas , why didn't you tell me. ❞ huckleberry doesn't have an answer. he hated worrying anyone , let alone him. and it hadn't really bothered him all that much until now , cleaning it was hurting more than when he got it. eyes drop from the showerhead to billy. water washing away months of grime build up , it's nice to see the boys face finally clean for once. a single brow rises , and huck takes the washrag in his hands cleaning off part of billys neck right under his chin , he's missed a spot. the shower wasn't big , and it certainly hadn't been made of to fit two full grown young men. the lack of personal space had never bothered the pair but that wasn't the reason they were sharing the small space... not this time anyway. the look of panic that had appeared when nancy had suggested they shower separately had confused everyone including themselves. five months of no one but the other , with limited quarters , and sharing an existence. being more than a few feet from each other at all times , the idea of one of them being in a separate room ?

the one time they'd even tried to down there... huck had ended up almost breaking his leg and billy had a scar down the side of his arm from saving him again. neither boy had it in them to explain the sense of utter terror that raced through them , billy hadn't needed to say anything. huck had grabbed his hand and taken him to nancy's bathroom and locked the door behind them. they had promised. together. everything they ever did was together. that couldn't change now. he doesn't think he can even breathe without the other in the room anymore , the way he had been shaking at the mere suggestion of the idea. his mind has wandered off , he knows because billy's been talking about the fact that they both look so much cleaner. they both look so much cleaner and yet the water is still brown as it hits the floor of the shower.

it takes at least another hour for the water to start running clean , an hour of them cleaning each other , laughing in the shower , making dumbass jokes about the fact that of course they had escaped. how huck knew they would all along. how he totally hadn't just resigned to the idea that they were going to die there. their friends knock twice , trying to understand what could possibly be taking so long in the shower. and by the time they're coming up the stairs a third time the shower finally shuts off. the texan reaches over billy grabbing a towel and dropping it on the shorter teen's long wet hair before stepping out of the shower himself and grabbing a towel. the mirror is a bit fogged up. but that doesn't mean he can't see himself in it. he doesn't recognize himself anymore. hair is too long , it's past his ears at this point... his eyes... don't look like his anymore. it feels like looking at a stranger. he turns away , focusing on billy. he instantly feels better , as if billy was warmth , and the sun , and all things comofort. eyes drop to the floor for a moment , he feels like he's held the gaze a moment too long , a soft texan drawl quietly asks ❝ hey , you think her mom's gonna get mad if i get inflected upside-down juice on her towels ? ❞

@kinghaargrove asked to shower with my muse

[banzaitaka]

Hello ruka

Can i request Kyoya with Haruhi's older brother. So you know when all the boys go to Haruhi's house, i imagined the her brother randomly visited too. He doesn't live with them, has a own apartment and works somewhere far away, but always sends them money. For his personality I imagine him to happy but always tired since he works so much.

So he visits and when kyoya sees him it's like instant love.

I hope it makes sense and you can somehow work with this

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I couldn't imagine Kyoya just looking at someone and instantly start simping, so I hope this is close enough

Also sorry, while coming up with the whole thing I forgot the 'randomly' part, so the visit was planned

And bro, no idea how to continue this rn fifkfkdk may do a part 2 - someday

Ouran Highschool Host Club Masterlist

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!

Kyoya Ootori x male! reader

Intruiging

"No, you need to listen-!"

No chance, the hosts didn't listen to Haruhi as they plopped down on the floor around the low table one after another. Their comments about the apartment drowned out any attempt of Haruhi to shoo them out the front door.

She sighed out as she rubbed her temples, there were so many days in a year, why did they have to choose this particular one to barge in unannounced and clearly uninvited.

Haruhi knew there was nothing she could do about it at this point, so she hoped her dad or brother would kick them out once they arrive.

It wasn't often her brother got to visit them and she was not going to let those unruly teens ruin the reunion. She really missed her brother and was looking forward to seeing him again for weeks now.

"Oh, what's this?", Honey had escaped into the kitchen, having Mori pick him up so he could look at what was on the counter more properly, "A cake!", his eyes sparkled.

Eyes widening, Haruhi rushed into the kitchen and grabbed the cake, holding it up and away from the blonde, "No touching! It's for someone!"

The twins' heads appeared from behind the door frame, "Ooooh~ Who could that be?", they asked with cheeky grins on their faces.

"My brother! He's coming to visit today after months, that's why you have to leave now.", she put the cake on the kitchen table, turning around to motion the boys outside with her hands, but they were even more enthusiastic to stay after hearing those words.

The rest of them entered the kitchen. Tamaki wrapped his arm around the brown-haired's shoulder, "Even more reason to stay! I want to meet that brother of yours!"

Haruhi deadpanned and mumbled under her breath, "I don't want you to meet him, though...", but her comment was ignored, or simply not heard over the others agreeing to the king.

"Indeed, it might provide useful data.", Kyoya mentioned as he pushed up his glasses with his fingers, in a mischievous way.

"Don't collect data on my family!"

And then, as if summoning him, the front door opened, "Woo! Hello, my dear fami-", the male stepped in and kicked off his shoes, about to jump into the kitchen as he saw several strangers, "-ly..."

It was like time was standing still, everyone's eyes on the older Fujioka sibling. In return, the male's gaze wandered around between the strange teens before finally settling on his sister.

"Are these your friends?", (Y/N) didn't mean to be rude, so he forced a smile on his face, even though he felt a bit too tired to handle commotion at that moment.

Handsome. Despite the bags under his eyes. Though, maybe they are quite charming as well. All written down.

Tamaki, of course, didn't let the girl answer her brother, instead cutting her off and posing dramatically infront of him, "We are the host club! And Haruhi's best friends and family!", he took the (Y/HC)-haired's hand and gave it a rather gracious shake. "Uh huh?", (Y/N) sweat dropped, still smiling.

"That's right!", Honey exclaimed, jumping down from Mori's arms and latching onto (Y/N)'s torso instead. But Haruhi was quick to pry both of her schoolmates off of him, before the twins could even think of joining them.

"He's working really hard, give him space!"

A hard worker? That would explain that tired face. Noted.

(Y/N) let out a hearty laugh and pulled his sister into a hug.

Haruhi returned the hug and the male smiled fondly at her, "It's fine, it's fine. Thank you, Haruhi."

While they broke the hug, (Y/N) scanned the strangers' faces once more, this time remaining on Kyoya longer as he noticed the calculating eyes. Right when he finished writing down those notes.

Clearly one to care for his family, maybe he sends them money too? What a remarkable young man. Mental note taken.

In return, Kyoya pushed up his glasses, this time to regain his posture he lost for a moment by the sudden eye contact, sending the other a closed-eyed smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you, mister Fujioka. My name is Kyoya Ootori, we must apologize to come here unannounced."

(Y/N) waved his hands at him with a chuckle, he didn't want to say it was okay, since it really wasn't, but he didn't want to say that to their faces either. That's why he settled on that vage response.

Not one to say no, hm?

They gathered in the livingroom once again. (Y/N) was way too exhausted to shoo them out, and way too nice as well. So he settled on waiting for his dad to come home to have a reason to kindly ask them to leave so they could have their family reunion.

A sigh of exhaustion escaped the oldest of the whole bunch, he actually had work that morning as well, so not only the trip got him all tuckered out. Kyoya was the first to comment on that, "You seem tired, mister Fujioka." Once more, (Y/N) could practically see numbers and letters flying around in the black-haired's eyes as if analysing him. Odd.

He decided not to point that out, waving his hands at Kyoya instead, "You can just call me (Y/N).", he offered a smile, "And yes, it's been a long day."

A more detailed explaination would put himself to sleep, and he'd honestly rather not talk about it twice since he knew his dad would want to hear it from him as well.

"So you said something about a host club?"

That was Tamaki's cue for a monologue about rich people having too much time on their hands and yada yada yada.

The perfect opportunity for Kyoya to take a few steps back, figuratively, and sort out his feelings. Oh, I mean new information.

[whosdinkleyhenderson]

God-Given, Fools (Eddie Munson x Henderson! Fem Reader)

Summary: Let's just say, life knows how to toy with people. And not all heroes wear capes. STRANGER THINGS 4 SPOILERS AHEAD!

Song: Running Up That Hill (A Deal with God) - Kate Bush.

Warning: Sadness, if this does begin to affect you. PLEASE STOP READING.

A/n: Pls don't hate me.

Word count: 2172

You had this gut feeling. This feeling that something was going to go wrong. A turn of tables. You begged that your feeling would be dead wrong, but after hearing Nancy’s words. You knew better. 

A gentle hand cupped your shoulder. Breaking you from your thoughts, thoughts of perturbation. Looking up, you met warm brown eyes. Beautiful pools of russet. Trailing down to those perfectly plump lips. Lips you yearned to kiss. To bite. To tug on. To feel dancing along the crook of your collar. Nipping. Licking. Biting. God!

“Y/n!?” 

Drowning out those juvenile wonders,  you smiled. 

“Yeah?”

Cupping your cheek, he brought you closer to him. Eyes examining your every feature. Thumb caressing your cheek as he let his wander. You let out an airy giggle. He did this a lot, from the first day you met him to now. At any given time, for any situation. But you knew that this time, it held something else. Something more. Something different. 

“Eddie, hun? I’m fine… hey I swear I’m good.” You assured him, with both your words and the placement of your hand. Gripping his, you knew he needed this, it may seem that you do, but he did. He needed the assurance from you, the blessing. 

“Are you sure, bunny? I mean coz if not, we’ll figure something else.” 

As much as you wanted to protest you knew there was no other choice. And he knew too. 

“Edds, it’s okay. I’m fine with it… I’m okay with you going into the upside-down… Plus who’s going to look after Lucas, Max and Erica?” You assured.

Once again with the assurance. You assured him, he need it… or was it you? Did you deep down need to hear those words? Was it you that actually need the assurance? That feeling in your gut worsened. The more he peeked into your eyes. the more his skin made contact with yours, and the worse the feeling got.

Pulling his hand away, from your cheek he turned to the others. Missing the feeling of contact. Of his touch, even though it burned. You gripped his colossal hand. Just as you thought the worse it felt. But this was Eddie Munson. He was Eddie. He was your Eddie. And always will be. 

So then why did you feel like this was going to be the last time you were ever going to feel him. Touch him. Talk to him. 

Watching him and Dustin play fight from afar, you smiled at the scene. Everyone was off doing something. You had been leaning up against the stolen caravan when Steve approached you. 

“He’s good with him, ya know?” 

Taking your eyes off the two and to the boy next to you, you smiled. 

“Yeah… yeah, he is.” 

As if he could sense, that something was bothering you, Steve pulled you into a hug. 

“Are you going to actually tell me what’s been bugging you, or are you planning on keeping that stone-cold exterior up forever?” 

You couldn’t. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to hear those malicious words leave your lips. If they did, then that means it’s true. All this spiteful reality would be true. Not a dream or an imaginative creation. 

Letting out a sob, you pushed your face into Steve’s chest. He didn’t force you to open up. He just held you. It was a shame to see a beautiful, bright girl like yourself, become so broken and helpless. He knew how much Eddie meant to you, especially the night Eddie almost slice his neck in two. The moment Eddie’s eyes caught your form hidden amongst the teens, he forgot about that broken bottle in an instant. 

Rubbing your back, Steve did his best to soothe you. “Hey… hey, it’s going to be okay… we will figure this out. Okay?” 

Your sobbing didn’t cease, and neither did that God damn growing gut feeling. It was beginning to feel like a curse. Nothing you did could shake it off. This constant heart sinking into the pit of your belly feeling. The constant anxiety.

“But what if it isn’t, Steve?” You mumbled against his chest.  

Pulling you back the slightest. Steve caught the distraught look on your face. You gorgeous puffy face. The tears were sliding down your red cheeks.  

“Then tell me, Y/n. Tell me.” 

Gasping in a deep and calming breath, you wiped your wet cheeks. Before making eye contact with the boy. And when you did, you couldn’t even muster up a single word. You didn’t have the heart to tell him. But you knew if you kept it inside you, it’ll kill you. But Eddie. Oh, Eddie. 

“I…I…I can’t. I’m sorry…I can’t Steve. I can’t.” 

Not wanting to upset you further, you both looked back to the others before leaving each other’s side. 

The closer it got to five in the afternoon, the more the feeling grew. Your heart had now been pounding in your ears. It was that loud you were worried someone was going to hear it. 

You had decided to take a breather, whilst everyone went over the plan. You thought if you didn’t hear it then it wouldn’t be true. But you knew it was.  Any God-given fool knew it was. And let them be damned if they didn’t want to believe the truth. The truth was a killer. A killer that no one could blame. Could be convicted. Only fools listen to lies and only God-given fools listen to the truth. Stupid, sorrowful fools. You were one. Which one, well you only knew. 

“If you keep bitting your nails like that. You won't have any for later. Bunny.” 

You smiled at the nickname. If you loved the nickname and the man that gave it to you then why did you keep your back toward him? 

“What? Am I not allowed to see my girl’s beautiful face… Now, now. Bun… we wouldn’t want to be attacked by the tickle monster now would we.” Before the protests could come flying out, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and spin you into the air. 

“EDDIE! STOP! HUNNY!” You squealed. 

“NOT UNTIL I SEE YOU SMILE.” He laughed.  

“OKAY! OKAY! HEY, I SAID OKAY, ASS!” 

Slowing his pace, Eddie slowly lowered you down to the ground. Smiling he finally got to see your face. 

“Now, was that so hard?” 

Shaking your head, you lowered your eyes. His fingers gently grasped your chin and lifted it up.  

“Bun, come on. Don’t be like that.” 

You knew he was right. You need to tell him. Let him know. 

“Eddie.” Your voice cracked. The sting of tears were burning your eyes, badly and that feeling. Jesus Christ the aching. 

“Eddie. I need you to know… How much I love you. How much I’m in love with you… With your crazy personality… I need you to know… I need to tell you… I love you…I’ll always love you… I know nothing is going to happen.” LIAR! It hissed.

NO.

You hissed to yourself. You knew it wasn’t going to be alright. Something bad was going to happen and you couldn’t bring yourself to say it to anyone. Not even to the man you claimed to love. 

You hid the truth from everyone. 

“But I want you… I need you to know… I need to let you hear it. Okay, Hunny. I’m so Godly. Deeply. Heavenly. Head over heels for you Eddie Munson… Please don’t forget that… make it out alive.” 

When you finished, the boy in front of you looked like he had fallen into a trance. His eyes locked on you and you only. You grew worried. Eddie had only done this once. On your first date. 

As if each and every word seeped into his mind, he woke from his trance-like state. Furiously blinking, a smile found its way to his lips. 

“I. Love. You. Too.” He stated each word with a kiss. 

Wanting to kill this feeling in the centre of your heart you pulled in. Lips to lips. You kissed him as if your life depended on it. You put all your emotions into this kiss. You knew when you would pull away it would be over. It all would. And that feeling would come back. 

“Yo Love birds. Finish up. We got a Vecna to hunt and kill.” 

Slowly pulling away, you kept a firm grip on your boyfriend’s arm. 

“I don’t want to let you go…” 

Smiling, Eddie gently clasped your hand and made his way to the caravan. 

“It’s our destiny. ‘86 baby.” 

Kicking door the down you and Erica, ran up the stairs. Calling out for both Max and Lucas. They had done it. They had killed Venca. 

“Come on. Y/n. They did it.” 

If they did, then why did the feeling still sit in the pit of your stomach. And why was it growing with each step up the stairs? 

It’s as if everything slowed. The sight in front of you was not one of celebration. 

The opposite. They all sounded so distant. The howls of Lucas. 

Max clasped hold of his hand. His movements were so scarce and fragile. Like a child. A helpless child

“HELP HER. PLEASE! Y/N.” You dropped down beside the boy. Trying your best to calm him whilst Erica, ran to find a working phone. You didn’t say anything, only held onto the crying boy. 

“She… she… she can’t see y/n… blind… her legs… they… they don’t work… she… she can’t be… Max… Please.” 

You rubbed his back, soothing him. 

FOOLS.

GOD.

GIVEN. 

FOOLS. 

But who, were you really trying to soothe. Yourself or the boy who needed every bit of help he could get. When Erica returned, you helped Lucas, carry Max down the stairs. 

You looked down at the girl in your arms. The body. Warm. Unmoving. The slightest movement came from her chest. 

The moment her body gasp for air, the three of you shared a look. A look with many emotions hidden behind it. 

But the feeling was still there. What the hell could still be growing this feeling. 

You weren’t too sure if it began when you caught the look on Dustin’s face or the fact that there were only four people walking in the door and not five. 

Your body had let go. Curling into a ball in the middle of a busy hospital floor. You weren’t too sure who was trying to pry you off the floor and in their arms. But that didn’t matter. Lucas could hear your blood-curdling cries from within the east wing of the hospital. 

“NOOO… NO…NO…OH GOD NO.” 

Bystanders watched the encounter. Steve's failed attempts to pry you off the floor and into his arms. You clawed the white tiled floor, breaking every fingernail. Coating it with your blood. Your screams scaring, crying children. Scaring hopeless parents, nurses, and doctors. 

Dustin had never seen you like this, his sister, losing all control of herself. 

“EDDIE.” You howled into the air.  

Fool. 

You God-Given Fool. 

Fool. 

The truth was a killer and you were the accomplice. 

Vecna had won.  

The one good thing now gone.  

“EDDIE.” 

Your hand slapped against the cold wet floor. You banged your palm so hard, that Steve swore you were going to break it. 

“EDDIE.” 

A Punch.  

“EDDIE.” 

A Snap. 

“EDDIE.” 

A Broken finger. 

“EDDIE.”  A Broken hand. 

You closed your left hand and began banging it against the blood-coated floor. 

“EDDIE.”

You slumped to the floor. Face coasting in your own blood. 

“Eddie…eddie.” You began mumbling, blood and tears mixing. 

“Eddie?...my baby…oh…” 

Slumping further into the ground you sobbed hard. And again began bashing your left hand into the floor. 

“Come on bun… we wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself now, would we?”

You ceased your action. Steve watched closely, scared you would begin harming yourself. He waited, waited for the moment. But nothing came. Only vague mumbles and slurs. 

You slowly glimpsed up. 

There he stood, right in front of you. Leather jacket, hell fire tee. And a beautiful adoring smile sitting upon his handsome face.

Eddie Munson. 

Your love. 

Your lifelong troublemaker had come back to say one last goodbye and it tore you apart. 

You grabbed at the air, sobbing. Like a child calling for its mother. 

“Eddie?” You mumbled. 

“Yeah bun, it's me.” 

“EDDIE!” You cried, clawing at the air, yearning for his touch. 

For him. 

For him to be here and this to be all a bad dream. 

“No, no, no. Bun, don’t do that. It’s not your time… It won’t be for a long time. But when it will remember I’ll be waiting for you… I’ll guide you to this beautiful place… We’ll be together again someday…” With those last words, he was gone, disappearing into this beautiful Holy light. 

“NO…NO… EDDIE.” You cried, once again grasping at the air.

“EDDIE.” 

“MY EDDIE!” 

Two broken hands and the love of your life gone. 

You were no more. 

Only 

A 

God 

Given 

Fool.

[corvuscorona]

@v2xe I KNOW IT DRIVES ME NUTS... & that missive has other implications I still don't quite understand, too. SCROLL DOWN TO THE RED TEXT TO SKIP CRUNCHY LORE TALK but I NEEDED to write this out & if ANYONE reads it and has ANY genre of thought about it PLEASE consider telling me. Okay? Okay so:

We KNOW Neon was born IN LUFENIA as the result of their weirdo "create a Warrior of Light artificially" project, & ASSUMING that Bang the bomb's statement about her default outfit is true, it sounds like she'd have to have been sent to Cornelia relatively recently (as much as that's a useful phrase when we're talking about a Time Stuff Story...), NOT sent there at a younger age & made to Grow Up There, or she'd have been dressed in Cornelian fashion instead.

AND YET the missive about her AND the missive about Marilith both seem to imply that she didn't have a dark crystal until she had ALREADY done her whole "Well then I will simply become Chaos!!" routine once. Implying that she was only integrated into the Stranger Project after the fact???

A girl once walked these lands in ages long past. Skilled in both sword and sorcery yet pure of heart, she longed for nothing more than to see that there was peace and prosperity for all. If her time and place had differed, perhaps her end would have been a happier one. Instead, she perceived the rotting core that blights this world and chose to fall to darkness in hopes that she could lead the people to the light. I saw potential in her plight, and so I gifted her a dark crystal along with a fraction of the truth. Yes, I used her, but for good purpose. The crystal allowed her to be reborn time and time again, and more importantly, laid the fourth and final karmic piece on a board that will one day lead my dear friend to an inevitable conclusion.

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Once upon a time, there was a girl who prayed with all her might to become Chaos. Her prayers were answered when she made a deal with certain parties she befriended. With newly acquired dark crystal in hand, she let rage devour her, and in the instant before death took her, the emotions and darkness gathered within the fire crystal reached out and took her hand. Thus the girl was reborn as Marilith, Fiend of Fire.

What does that MEAN. The only thing that makes sense to me, thinking about it now, is that Lufenia must have initially sent her down there WHILE the Stranger Project was going on, but SEPARATELY, & then Astos was like "hey I have an idea" + Nil or whoever was like "okay sure" for some reason. Like this HAS TO have been something Lufenia signed off on, because they HAVE TO have been taking her back to a station to erase her memory between cycles.

I can buy Lufenia trying to diversify their strategy after The Tiamat Incident. Fine. I can also buy them doing it in a deeply stupid way, like "having one (1) teen girl go wander around attempting to do Warrior of Light stuff by herself, even though there is a PROPHECY WITH NUMBERS IN IT" because it's not like any of the other stuff they did wasn't also deeply stupid.

But. For the sequence of events in those missives to work, I THINK it has to be true that Lufenia tried to replace Sophia with a rando at first, or there wouldn't have been a "spare" dark crystal in Cornelia for Astos to give to Neon. I THINK. In which case, he would have had to Manipulate The Situation such that WHEN HE put forth the suggestion that "hey. her instead, actually," it would have sounded reasonable, which. I don't know. I'm reckoning with it. It could mean anything. From "arranging an unfortunate accident" to "simply lying a lot in his reports to make said rando look bad." Given that I also have to assume The Tiamat Incident probably UPSET HIM VERY BADLY I am just thrilled by the opportunity this must have given him to commit crimes.

I wrote 5 whole paragraphs about Crunchy Lore instead of talking about the thing that actually matters which is: Neon seems to be 200% on board with the whole thing. Like YES Astos felt the need to be like "I used her but it was a good idea I promise" BUT. BUT. With the way Neon is about Her Principles ("world is a FUCK, and that's WRONG") & the way she does not Ever express even 1 negative feeling about her role in the plan. As far as canon is concerned, it seems to me that he literally feels worse about it than she does ???

Not to immediately get into vibes-based reasoning suddenly but hear me out okay. Neon is so straightforward; she is Smaller Jack, right down to the fact that Astos calls her "pure of heart." I'm thinking about the way Jack before the last mission in the game is like "ASTOS WHAT DO I DO." I'm thinking about the whole. THING. Where Astos has to Bear The Burden Of Knowledge while the Strangers get to forget. The plan is Jack's IDEA but ASTOS is the one who has to figure out the details & deal with manipulating the hell and fuck out of his friends over and over. As far as we know, they all fully trust him to do this + believe it to be The Right Way To Proceed.

So. WHO is that "yes, I used her, but" line for??? I know the missives are kind of. Yknow they kind of exist in that space between canon + "it is a video game that you are playing," but anyone who might potentially canonically Read One would presumably already be on his side about the whole thing. Which makes me kinda think that maybe he DOES feel bad about it... & doesn't that dynamic kind of rock. Neon "Smaller Jack" Videogames being like "I will literally do anything to fix this problem; point me like a gun let's go" + Astos being like fuck. FUCK. GOD damn it fine. OKAY. FINE. I GUESS. & being Just Barely Unable to not write down the fact that he still feels some amount of guilt about it, ____ years down the line.

I have so many things to say about Neon + Astos + the concept of Belonging Somewhere and you are going to hear about them in six to twelve business months whether you like it or not

[ca-8]

Yakko x Reader Scenario: When You First Meet

'This is it. The beginning of the end.' 

Gripping on the straps of her backpack, (Y/n) exited the bus and stared up at the water tower that displayed the famous Warner Bros. logo. As expected, it emitted a smug aura onto the entire area; however, surprisingly, there was a slight twinge of mystery to it as well. But she didn't have time to ponder about it, so she only gave it an uneasy look and headed straight for the entrance.

Her heart stopped. She knew the place was going to be busy, but it was like an entire New York City packed in one section! So many writers, producers, actors, large men carrying heavy sets, every type of person working in film was scattered all over the place. It was like an ocean, with the people as marine life doing what they're designed to do, and (Y/n) being the puppy that was abandoned at sea.

The moment it all settled in, an involuntary realization invaded her thoughts. 'I don't belong here.'

The young girl reminded herself to breathe and rushed over to a vacant wall, then pulled out her phone. She had already sent her mother about a thousand messages telling her she was here, but since she hasn't responded, a few more shouldn't hurt. Fingers rapidly typing away, she bit her lower lip, already wishing she had stayed on that bus. 

"Oh, you're just gonna love it!" Her mother's squealing voice had already filled her skull. "You're so talented, I know you're gonna fit right in."

'Yeah, standing around all day with a bunch of people I don't know while doing something I suck at is exactly how I wanna spend my summer.' She let out a soft sigh. 'It's fine. Just shut up and make her happy, (Y/n).'

Several attempts of calling and texting later, no response. (Y/n) sighed again, and her eyes wandered over to the bustling crowd. 'No way. Absolutely no way.' But if she wanted to get the day over with, absolutely yes way.

First, she walked up to a lady looking down at the clipboard in her hands. "Um, excuse me," (Y/n) said. 

The lady's head snatched up. "KYLE!" she yelled, her eyes now ablaze with fury, "YOU IDIOT! THAT GOES IN THE WAREHOUSE ACROSS THE STUDIO!" And like there was nothing but a breeze behind her, the lady stomped off to the poor soul that had to face her wrath.

The breeze took a step back and ran around the corner. 'Maybe I'll find someone else instead…!' (Y/n) stopped and spotted a man sitting on the steps that lead to the entrance of a small building. She swallowed whatever was left in her mouth and reluctantly approached him. 

"E-Excuse me, sir?" she stuttered, hoping her voice was louder than the last time. As she got closer, (Y/n) noticed he was chuckling, and his gaze was glued onto a small piece of paper. 

"I...I did it…!" he said. She yelped and shrinked back when he suddenly jumped to his feet. "I FINALLY DID IT! WE'LL SEE WHO'S REGRETTING THE DIVORCE NOW, MARGARET!" And with a manic laugh, the man dashed into the building. 

'...Or maybe I'll just find it myself.'

It wasn't too long before (Y/n) got herself lost. Despite the help of maps that were stuck to some of the buildings, all of them seemed exactly the same. It was like a maze, and with each passing minute, she was more and more convinced that there was no finish line. Even worse, her mother was too busy to respond to anything she sent her. 

'Oh, what should I do?' (Y/n) thought for the thousandth time. No matter how hard she pinched or held them, her arms refused to stop trembling. Not too long ago, the outside of the studio became deserted and she'd hate to walk in a warehouse and possibly interrupt something important, so asking for help again was out of the question.

...Or, perhaps it wasn't. 

A tiny, hopeful smile crossed (Y/n)'s face when she heard the sounds of frustrated grunts around the corner. It was the first time she was so relieved to see a stranger. 

And thank god that stranger was a security guard. Though she wondered why he had a giant net in his hand, she shoved the curiosity as far in the back of her mind as she could and reached up to gently tap his shoulder. 

"Um, excuse me sir?" she asked as loud as she could. 

His head whipped around, revealing angry eyes and a scowl that said he was ready to kill. But right as his gaze landed on her, it changed within an instant. 

"Oh, hello!" he said with a bright smile. 

(Y/n) blinked, cocking her head. ‘What was this guy up to?’

"I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know where (M/n) (L/n) is filming? I'm her daughter, (Y/n), and I'm trying to look for her. She's not answering her phone either."

His joyful expression slowly melted into a confused one. "Uuhhh…(M/n) (L/n)?”

“Yes. She’s a part of Animal Kingdom? Do you know where that’s being filmed?”

“Oh! I know there’s a zoo around here called Animal Kingdom! I don’t think you’ll find it in a film studio, though.”

(Y/n) frowned. “...No, I mean the show. Aren’t they filming in a warehouse today? Do you know where that is?”

“Who’s ‘they’?”

Her eye twitched, and she was just about ready to drown the entire studio in the nearest ocean. “N-Nevermind, I’ll just-”

As if the universe wasn’t satisfied with tormenting her enough, the security guard suddenly launched up into the air and flew into the sky. Right before her eyes, the heavens were coated with explosives of every color that ever existed. 

“Oh my god!” (Y/n) yelled. ‘Who strapped fireworks on that guy?!’

“Oh, I knew you’d love it!”

Her eyes were ripped from the loud fireworks show as she was immediately smothered in a hug. “It’s so nice that another girl’s here! All the other ones here are either too busy or just keep shouting about a restraining order for some reason. I dunno, but anyway, I just know you're gonna love it here! Anyway, my name’s Princess Angelina Louisa Cantessa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the third! But since we're friends now, you can just call me Dot.”

This confirmed it. This was a trap set up by her mother to deliberately drive her insane, because how else can someone explain the nut jobs and talking dogs in pink dresses? 

A combination of those two things happened to be clutching her head and digging her face into hers. “...Huh?” (Y/n) mumbled.

‘Dot’ jumped off of her and smiled widely. “Sorry about Ralph by the way. I figured out you were coming at the last second and I really needed someone for your welcoming gift.” she said.

(Y/n) glanced up at the sky where the fireworks were slowly dying down. “Um...Is he gonna be okay?” she asked.  

“Of course he will!” her backpack said.

The teen screamed and threw her bag on the ground. A hand popped out and unzipped it with impossible ease, then a taller boy version of Dot jumped out, pulling up his long brown pants and flashing a grin. 

“H-...H-H-How did you…?!” (Y/n) stuttered, pointing at him. 

“What? Never heard of cartoon logic?” he said, approaching her. “And Ralph’ll be fine. His skull’s so thick, concrete’s the last thing that can kill him.”

“What-?”

“Anyhow,” he walked over to Dot and put an arm over her shoulder, “The name’s Yakko, this here’s my beloved baby sister Dot, and this is-” He stopped, staring at the empty space to his left. He leaned into Dot, whispering, “Say, uh, you don't mind looking for Wakko, do ya sis?”

Dot glanced at (Y/n) for an uncomfortable moment and suddenly shot her brother a glare. "I've got eyes all over this studio, Yakko," she warned, slowly stepping away.

Now (Y/n) certainly knew she didn't see pairs of eyes appear around every inch of her sight. 'Oh god, I didn't breath in drugs on the way here, did I? Actually, that would explain whatever the heck's going on.'

Yakko smiled as he watched his sister leave and turned to (Y/n). He walked closer to her, and she realized that his half-lidded eyes had a strange glint in them. “Sooo, your name’s (Y/n), right? A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

(Y/n)’s face heated up. ‘First I get lost, then see a guy get blown up, and now some other guy’s flirting with me? ...To be honest, this is still better than what Mom had planned for today.’

“So what brings ya’ here?” he asked.

“O-Oh, well, my Mom was supposed to give me a tour of the studio, but I’ve been giving that to myself all day. I tried finding her, but I’m pretty sure I’m nowhere near it by now.” Her eyes wandered over to the ground, but a realization made them perk back up and over to Yakko. “Hey, do you happen to know this place by any chance?”

“Know it? Please, my sibs and I live here, we know this place by heart and soul!” He mumbled something else, along the lines of “Basically made our hearts and souls”. 

Her heart jumped; finally, a piece of good news. “Really?” she said, a smile spreading across her face.

He nodded. “So where do ya’ need to go?” Before she could answer, he pulled out a piece of folded paper and moved in so close, their shoulders were smooshed together. Yakko unfolded it, and it turned out to be the biggest map (Y/n) has ever seen. “Well, from here, you’re gonna need to take a right and continue straight until you get to the Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts exhibit. But be careful, I heard some of them escaped, and if anyone asks if you’ve seen any of them, don’t tell them I gave one to Dot as a late birthday gift. Anyway, you take a left from there, then a right where you’ll see the lot where they used to shoot Game of Thrones. Now this is only a rumour I’ve heard, but I think some of the producers are still on that set. If you happen to see them, do not, I repeat, DO NOT mention season eight, or maybe just don’t mention the show at all. Actually, don’t even look at them. As a matter of fact, you probably shouldn’t even go there at all, just keep heading straight until you get to the D.C. Universe lot. Then you just take left there, then a sharp right over over, then you keep going straight until you get to here, turn up over there, turn right there, and then you’re there. Did ya’ follow all that?”

(Y/n) stared at his face, which was practically radiating with enthusiasm, and she felt her eye twitch again. “...No,” she said, shaking her head.

His smile dimmed, but it became just as bright as the sun again a split-second later. “Ah well, maps are gettin' old anyways,” he said, throwing the map over his shoulder. “WAKKO!!”

And, low and behold, another anthropomorphic dog popped out of nowhere, and (Y/n) was starting to question if there was an army of them hidden somewhere. But she had to admit, it was pretty cute how this one was dressed in an oversized blue sweater and red hat. 

“Tablet, please,” Yakko said politely, holding out his hand. 

‘You're not gonna walk me there-?'

Wakko suddenly held his head back with his cheeks puffed out, then leaned into Yakko’s hand as he forced out a small object from his mouth. After an incredibly uneasy moment, a tablet glazed in spit was in Yakko's grasp. While he praised the little guy, (Y/n) forced back the urge to vomit.

“E-Ehhhh…?” She couldn’t say anything else while her gaze frantically went back and forth from Wakko and the regurgitated tablet. 

“Oh! Where are my manners?” Yakko said. “(Y/n), this is my dear little brother, Wakko. Wakko, this here’s our new special friend, (Y/n).” 

“Hello!” Wakko greeted, who was suddenly in her arms. “You’re really pretty!”

“Ehh? Thank you? I guess??” she said apprehensively, and finally managed to make eye contact. Despite his...quirks, he's actually a little adorable... She let herself grin a little.

The moment of semi-peace was ruined when she took notice of Yakko’s narrowed eyes. “ALrighty, (Y/n)!” he said loudly, grabbing his little brother by the collar and gently setting him on the ground. “Animal Kingdom, right? Let’s get ya’ right over there.” He moved right beside her and taped the screen a couple times. 

“Um, what’re you doing exactly?” she asked.

“Doing what every person does to get somewhere nowadays.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him, and (Y/n) flinched from his touch. “Please keep your arms, legs, and personal items inside the tablet at all times.”

Just when she was about to question him for the hundredth time, he pressed the screen again, and her vision became nothing but white. Her body felt like it was launched into a tornado; a strong force of wind thrusted her back, and somehow, the boy’s arm kept her from flying off from his side. A second later, her feet were back on the ground, the sky was where it needed to be, and reality was back in place. 

Except for (Y/n)’s mentality. 

She stumbled around, trying to find her balance as the world unbearably whirled around her. Finally, she shook her head, and quickly turned back towards Yakko, whose face tried to tell her whatever happened was perfectly fine and normal. 

“What was THAT?” she yelled, staggering towards him and gripping his shoulders.

And he still had the audacity to have that 'why-are-you-freaking-out-so-much-we-do-this-every-Friday' smile. “Thank you for attending Warner’s Travel Tours! I would say my Agent Ralph’ll take your bags, but I left him alone with my sibs, so he’s probably in the middle of the Pacific Ocean by now.”

(Y/n) could only stare at him. Her mind was twisting and turning, trying so hard to make any sense of what happened but only making her headache grow larger and larger. And then, her thoughts just went blank.

She smirked. Then giggled. And a few seconds later, she had burst out laughing whilst holding her stomach. (Y/n) looked back up at Yakko, wiping a tear from her eye. “Th-Thank you…” she said, catching her breath. 

His smile had grown and she thought his white cheeks were red for a moment. Yakko had opened his mouth, but whatever he was about to say was cut off by a net suddenly covering his entire body. Ralph was behind him, his skin and clothes burnt and ears practically smoking. “You’re coming with me, Warner!” he said.

And yet, Yakko only grinned. Like physics was his enemy, he disappeared from inside the net and appeared sprouting from the security guard’s back, cheerfully waving at (Y/n). “I’ll see ya’ around, yeah?” he said, then ran around the corner with Ralph sprinting right after him.

(Y/n) giggled and reached for the straps around her back. But when she only felt the (f/c) fabric of her shirt, her smile dropped, and a deep sigh escaped her lips. “Great…” she whispered.

“(Y/N)!” 

She gasped as a pair of arms squeezed the life out of her. Her mother spun her around to face her gleaming smile, which was immediately replaced by an apologetic frown. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get your texts! That scene took forever, but I’m glad you found your way here! You’re so smart! Anyway, I know we don’t get as much time now, but there’s still so much we’ll be able to see!...”

She rambled on and on and on and on. Her daughter’s shoulders slumped and she followed her to where she wanted her to go, but the frown on her face didn’t last long when she remembered the fun she had just a few seconds ago. ‘Maybe this summer won’t be that bad.’

[janshu]

Once In A Millennia...P1.

Summary: A thousand years ago you were married to the Sukuna, a mortal man with the power of a god. Bound to him, his "death" leads you to wander the world alone, against all odds. However...his spirit remains and was resurrected by an unknown boy...

Word Count: 1k-ish.

Warnings: Gn!reader, mentions of a past life & family arranging a marriage.

The days had begun to blur into one incoherent mess.

That wasn't too out of the ordinary. You couldn't be expected to remember every moment of every day, not when you had several lifetime's floating around between your synapses. The mundane and monotonous would naturally be forgotten to make room for the impactful and important memories. The one's you hold onto like your life depends on it and maybe in some way it did, life was mysterious in its ways.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that you had seen everything. Every advancement in every field from science to medicine, going from horse-drawn-buggies to vehicles and letters to text messages. Safe to say that nothing was a surprise anymore. What was life's great surprise now? In a thousand years you had seen and experienced everything, from the divine to the depraved.

Life had begun easy. Being only the child of simple country folk who took pride in their work, worshipping the gods in their own special way, you were given more freedom than most in your childhood. Father and Mother had let you wander the secret places of the village until the sun set and dinner was ready, fed and ready for bed you'd lay down on the comfortable cot they had purchased with the earnings from that season's harvest to let you dream the night away. Until he came, that fateful day where your parents made the decision to sacrifice you to the warlord baring down on their home and land. The ultimatum that sealed your fate was simple: you or them and being the pragmatic people they were chose themselves to save.

Now hundreds of years later you weren't sure you should curse or bless them for their decision because that choice set you on the path to where you are now, browsing the morning market like the days of old with the luxuries of the modern age.

That's when you were made aware of it. The creeping cold of being watched, of being found. The inescapable reality of a person exhaling their hot breath against the back of your neck at an angle your neck simply could not turn towards. The feel of a large palm bearing its weight against the curve of your spine with the addition of three more to various hand-holds across the expanse of your body.

"Have you been well, my sweet spouse? The years haven't been kind to you, have they?"

The deep chuckle of a man thoroughly sadistic in the uncaring manner of which they dispatch those he deems maggots, a man changed, a curse upon the world.

Your husband: Sukuna Ryōmen.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten. Wouldn't it be a pity if you've forgotten your husband?"

And when you understandably twist your head around to venture a guess why he of all beings was behind you at a random stall? There was no one. Not the copious amounts of people shopping for their meal ingredients, not even the shopkeepers or the one that was impatiently waiting for you to purchase that fruit and strangely enough: no husband in sight.

An odd hallucination perhaps?

You were being followed, very conspicuously might I add. Clearly they thought themselves to be a master spy by the way they hid behind dumpsters, peeked around poles and made themselves the most obvious person in the ocean of people. Pure lunacy or a power move you weren't sure of yet, the garment they wore a dead giveaway to their intentions. The deep navy uniforms of the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. A sorcerer and not a good one if their sneaking skills alluded to their abilities.

Far more inconspicuously you took a look at the figure with the reflection of a shop's window pane. A young man, average, pink undercut and overall nondescript but there was something familiar about his aura. A sinister darkness that was foreign in his kind features. That couldn't be natural. Sepia shaded orbs trained on your figure with a burning intensity that would set your soul on fire with its pinpoint directness. The more important matter was why a sorcerer was following you. To your knowledge they believed Sukuna was a myth and your marriage to him had been forgotten in the past seven hundred years so was it superstition that led him to follow you? Or did you have a curse attached to you and he was doing his job?

Odd, to say the least.

"Excuse me? Uhh, hello? Uhm..'scuse me."

A hand clamped down on your shoulder from the opposite direction you had been watching the sorcerer. Turning back around what did you find? The very same magic user you had been spying. How did he move so quickly? That was a split moment and he was behind you. How did he manage that?

"Yes?" You responded, face rather devoid of emotions while taking a closer inspection at the sorcerer. Upon closer look he was indeed a boy, in the middle of his teen years at the most yet experience had aged his soul considerably. The windows of his eyes closer to that of a wizened old monk rather than a bright-eyed pubescent teenager. The oddest feature that stood out were the dark tattoo's across the bottom edges of his eye sockets, rather distinguished against the otherwise blank face. Fashion statements got stranger and stranger with each passing century.

The boy appeared to have a goal in mind as his eyes searched your face, your eyes and the windows to your soul. Whatever he was looking for either wasn't there or he kept the discovery to himself because after his hand was removed he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "Oops, sorry! Thought you were someone else."

"No harm done, honest mistake."

Without another word the sorcerer boy turned on his heel and retreated in the direction he came from. How he had managed to double back and come from your blind spot was still a mystery, there must've been more than meets the eye on that boy.

Yuji Itadori returned to the First Year dorm hall and slid the door closed behind him as he entered. It was late, much later than when he was expected to be in bed and resting. If anyone had noticed his absence then he'd be in a world of pain. What could be worse than the punishment's Gojo could think up? Well, there was one thing. That tattooed psychopath using his body as a vessel. Whoever that person was had set him off. The control he originally thought he had on the cursed spirit had hung by a thread, a battle on who got to control his body raging on. It was a stalemate, mostly. He had control over the vast majority of his facilities but that uppy bastard had gotten his hand in the metaphorical doorway and pried himself into the driver's sleg. Taking over his legs and waltzing up to them and without a plan. They were lucky he had regained himself right as he touched them, what would've happened if he hadn't? There were moments he went on and on about slaughtering women and children like maggots but was the sight of them enough to cause a sudden bloody rampage? Apparently so.

The transition to phase into the mindscape that kept Sukuna contained was seamless. As if he had walked to another section of a home, could be considered as easy as breathing but whenever he was there it was not because he went willingly. He was summoned.

On the pinnacle of the mountain of bones, perched upon on the throne, Yuji noticed there was a crazed grin on the very man's face. Revealing the pearly whites amidst his bloody gums, eyes wide as he leaned forward. Not looking at his host, quite the opposite but something beyond him. Shoulders cloaked in a white robe rose and fell in time with his maniacal giggles, gleeful and relieved. It would be perturbing if he wasn't used to the grating sound by now. The reason why he was laughing was the disconcerting subject.

"Ahh, there you are, dearest spouse. How long will it take until you return to me?"

[staticscreenwriting]

Love like the movies // Bucky Barnes // 6

SIX - GHOST

Trigger warning: Alcohol, food, mention of sex (nothing graphic and no actual smut)

Masterlist

Summary: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Bucky Barnes, finds himself thrown into a world that seems so different from everything he’s ever known. The girl, (Y/N) knows entirely too much about rom-coms and is quite particular about the way she eats her popcorn. Bucky meets (Y/N) a few months after returning to NYC. He knows almost immediately that becoming her friend is inevitable. This is a story of boy meets girl. This is a story about love. (Bucky Barnes x female!Reader // a few spoilers for TFATWS)

"You held hands?"

"Mmh."

"And then you cuddled."

"We didn't cuddle, I was just kind of - leaning into him. Sort of."

"So you cuddled!"

"Sure. If that's what you wanna call it. We cuddled."

"Then what?" Robin inquires. Smirking at (Y/N) over the rim of her wine glass, like a giddy pre-teen waiting for the kissing scene to come up in a romance movie.

"And nothing. That's it."

"Oh come oooon. You cozied up to each other and then just what - acted like it never happened?"

"Essentially. But that's okay. It's not a big deal. And don't say it like that."

"Like what?" Robin continues to poke and by this point, it's not so much her wanting information than her trying to rile up (Y/N). Though she's very well aware of this, (Y/N) falls for it anyway.

"Cozied up to each other," (Y/N) says and scrunches her nose up in distaste. "Like we had dirty sex or something."

"Do you want to have dirty sex with him? Oh man, imagine what that arm can do."

Holding her hand out to stop her best friend from talking, (Y/N) takes a big gulp of white wine, emptying her glass. This is a conversation that can't be held entirely sober. "First of all, don't say those things about his arm. It's- I don't know. It doesn't sit right with me."

"Sorry yeah that was … not cool" Robin apologizes and by the tone of her voice (Y/N) can tell she means it.

"I'm the first to admit that Bucky is insanely handsome and if things were different, sure. But we're friends and I really enjoy the time spent together and our friendship. I don't wanna do anything to jeopardize it or ruin it by adding unnecessary feelings to it."

"Feelings aren't unnecessary," Robin replies, combing her fingers through her fiery red curls.

"Sometimes they are. The last thing Bucky and I need is broken hearts and ruined friendships."

"What if it doesn't end that way?"

"Relationships never work out well for me, you know that."

Robin places her glass on the countertop. It means whatever talk is gonna follow, it'll be a serious one. There's been very little need for a serious talk between the girls over the time they've been friends but neither of them has ever been afraid to start those conversations and say things as they are. Sometimes that's what friendship is, being blunt even if it's not what your friend wants to hear.

"Look I'm not saying you have to take the relationship to another level. If this is making you happy the way it is, then that's all that matters to me. I just don't want you to give up on something that could be great, because you're scared and because some stupid assholes in the past didn't realize what they had in you."

Where she's only had shit luck with relationships, (Y/N) thinks she's really lucked out in the friend department. Robin is as wonderful as they come. Even if she drives her crazy sometimes.

"They weren't all assholes." (Y/N) chimes up weakly though there's not even enough determination in her voice to convince herself.

"Weren't they? Let's see ...I'm not even gonna talk about Russel. He doesn't count. Who else was there? Pete liked to show you off but he didn't like you. Did he?"

"Not really."

"See? Asshole! Kylie only wanted to be with you so she could be the cool girl who's fucked another girl once and use that as something to brag to the guys about."

"She was figuring herself out."

"She was straight, babe. She was using you and your sexuality as some kind of badge of honor so guys would think she's cool. She only wanted to make out with you at parties and when there were men around to ogle you. I’m the last person to blame anyone for trying to figure out who they are and who they like but that wasn’t the case here. She used you, and what does that make her?"

“ An asshole? “

“ An asshole!”

“ What about Ricky, he wasn’t an asshole! “ (Y/N) chimes in, filling her glass up once more.

“ Okay sure but he was your High School sweetheart and that rarely lasts. I’m not gonna count him. What about Mike —“

“— Okay, you’ve made your point. I have a bad taste in romantic partners, I get it. Doesn’t change anything. Me and Bucky we’re — we’re good as we are. No romance needed.”

“ Just don’t want you to miss out on something great.”

It’s not that the thought has never crossed her mind. In fact, when she’s being really honest to herself, it swirls around her head a lot. When he grants her one of his smiles. The rare ones that make his eyes crinkle. Or when he comes to see her and brings dog treats for Lady, just because he’s that thoughtful. Or when she noticed he put a popcorn and a sun emoji next to her name in his phone. The popcorn, as he said because she liked movies and the sun because she’s always happy and smiling. Or when he held her hand throughout the entire movie. Those are moments when (Y/N) thinks about what it would be like to be more than friends.

“ It’s great as it is now. He’s great.”

“ Then that’s all that matters to me.” Robin smiles. She has one of those smiles that makes you feel at home. Comfortable and soft. Like warm milk with honey a mom makes their child when they can’t sleep.

It’s a while later, when (Y/N) strolls back into the room, another bottle of wine in hand, that a knock sounds on her front door. Her eyes wander to Robin then to the door then back. “I’m not expecting anyone.”

“ Oh, that’s Bucky.” Robin, who’s by now migrated over to (Y/N)’s huge fluffy couch, Lady cuddled onto her lap, says with the most casual of tones (Y/N) has ever heard. As if Bucky and her have been lifelong friends. As if there is nothing strange or peculiar about this situation.

“ How do you know?”

Robin shrugs and goes back to petting Lady’s curly fur. “ He texted you when you were getting the wine. Said he was around and had food. I told him to come join us for movie night. What’s the big deal? “

“ I uh — it’s not I just — you could’ve told me. “

“ That was literally 5 minutes ago babe. I had no time to tell you yet. By the way, this man uses entirely too many emojis.”

A smile pulls on the corners of (Y/N)’s lips. She’s asked him once why he never used any emojis, or smileys as he called them (all of them — even the ones that aren’t faces). He told her he didn’t really understand when to use most of them, like the shrimp or the Hockey stick. (Y/N) told him it’s because they’re fun. Ever since then he uses all kinds of emojis with her. None really relating to his messages. It’s quite endearing if she’s being honest.

“ Are you gonna let him in? “ Robin asks, shaking (Y/N) out of her thoughts.

The smell of Chinese food floods into the apartment as (Y/N) opens her door to Bucky. He looks so effortlessly cool in his leather jacket and boots. With his hair a little longer now, all swoopy and quiffed. Like the bad boy straight from a romance novel. The one with a heart of gold. The one that gets the girl.

(Y/N) is not that girl, the one from the novels, the Hallmark movies. The one that’s quirky but never weird. The one that makes all the boys fall for her. She’s not the main character, at least according to herself. She’s the side character that shows up like twice. The one that helps the main character on their quest to self-discovery or true love. That’s who she is. Not more, not less.

“ I brought food!” Bucky exclaims as he steps inside, waving the bag around before placing it on the kitchen counter, to which Lady jumps up from her position on Robin’s lap.

Lady, (Y/N) has realized a while ago, has somehow fallen head over paws in love with Bucky. Always following him, looking up at him with her big brown puppy eyes. Always looking to be close to him. Maybe, (Y/N) thinks, it’s the treats he always carries around. But maybe it’s Bucky too and his patience and his affection and the way he greets the little dog like she’s the main reason he’s come around.

Moments like this, they come with those little flutters around the heart. People always compare them to butterflies. (Y/N) thinks that’s wrong. Butterflies are gentle, graceful, and soft. This feels like a swarm of bees. Chaotic. Overwhelming. A little bit scary.

“ Man, did you plan on coming here, or did you buy all this for yourself?” Robin asks, eyes wide in surprise at the sheer amount of styrofoam containers Bucky keeps pulling from the bags.

“ I kind of bought it with the intention of sharing, yeah. “

Robin’s eyes meet (Y/N)’s across the room and there's a silent secret there, hidden in her teasing smirk. One shared only with a friend. No words. No sounds. Just the truth and two knowing hearts connecting.

“ Am I intruding? If you guys want me to leave, I can leave. “

While he tries to keep his voice casual, the sad tint doesn’t get lost on (Y/N).

“ Absolutely not, don’t be silly. We’re just drinking wine and watching a movie and you are free to join us in both.”

While he shakes his head at her offer of wine, Bucky helps (Y/N) bring the food over to the couch and plops down in the middle of the couch, Robin to his right and (Y/N) on his left.

“ What are we watching? “ he asks, a dumpling already on the way into his mouth.

“ Well, “ Robin responds filling her glass up once more, “ it was (Y/N)’s turn to chose so —”

“ A rom-com”

“ A rom-com. “

Something about seeing these two interact and joke around inspires a fuzzy feeling to wrap itself around (Y/N)’s heart. Even if they’re making fun of her.

The way Bucky fits in here, as if it’s where he’s always belonged. The way he’s not a stranger imposing but a friend added to the mix. It’s a nice feeling. She hopes he feels it too.

“ Okay, whatever. This isn’t your usual rom-com though, there are ghosts in this one. “

“ Is it ghosts falling in love?” Robin asks and lets her laugh get swallowed by her wine glass.

“ No. Well — uh kinda but not really. They fall in love be — you know what, just start the damn movie! “

There’s an undeniable intimacy in watching your favorite movies with other people. It’s like giving away little pieces of yourself and sharing them with others. No matter how insignificant it may seem to anyone else but you. These are the things that make us who we are. Our passions. For art. For music. For books. For movies. And opening up is always scary. Even if it’s just a teeny tiny bit.

Through the corner of her eye (Y/N) glances at Bucky and Robin, trying to judge their reactions. See if they’re enjoying themselves or not. Bucky displays his ever-present scowl. It’s the default setting. Sometimes she wonders if that has always been the case. If that's just what he looks like or if years of abuse, horror, pain have left their marks on him, on not only his heart but also his face.

Maybe this can be his safe place, she thinks. Maybe she can be. Not someone to fix him, because he’s not broken, just lost. Not to fix but to hold his hand while he heals. Slowly but surely.

For a while, the three sit in comfortable silence. The kind that fills you with this inexplicable calm. Where no words are needed.

And then the beginning chords of unchained melody spill from the tv speakers. It’s a touch there, a kiss here, hands covered in clay. Bodies covered in clay. Gasps and heavy breathing. Hands grasping skin, wandering, loving.

Robin’s presence falls completely to the back of (Y/N)’s mind. Bucky’s however...

“Do you want to have dirty sex with him? “ her friend's words ghost through her head like a particularly annoying jingle for some tv ad. The room feels warm all of a sudden. Not warm — boiling. There’s a heat radiating from her right, from Bucky. So what if he’s attractive. So what if she sometimes lets her mind wander and think about how his hands would feel on her skin or his lips on hers or his — yeah okay you get the point. So what?

Bucky slumps down into the couch a little more with every second of steamy pottery sex that’s fluttering across the tv screen. Is he — nervous? Uncomfortable ? No, she must be imagining it. Projecting, that’s what this is. She’s projecting her own chaotic emotional state onto him. There’s nothing there. (Y/N) has to remind herself. Just secret little thoughts that have to be kept between her and her. As long as no one knows, no one gets hurt. It’s the easy way out. The safe way. The right way.

Right?

“ Sooo, what did you guys think?” (Y/N) asks, turning her body towards her friends and sitting criss-cross on the couch.

“ Didn’t expect all the murder. “ Bucky replies as he takes a sip from his beer. “ And the — “

“ The messy sex! I know.” a visibly intoxicated Robin cuts in.

“ Not where I was going but okay.”

She doesn’t pay his words any attention, instead of launching herself backwards over the arm of the couch, dramatically fanning herself with her perfectly manicured hand. “ I am not going to lie, oh boy that was some hot stuff. Wouldn’t say no to that.”

“Oh please,” (Y/N) chimes in, wine glass clutched in hand and smile on her face. She can clearly feel the alcohol washing through her system bringing her to the place between sober and drunk where everything feels light and your confidence seems to get a little extra boost. “ What do you have to complain about? You’re getting married in two weeks! I’m sure you get enough action as it is. “

Robin doesn’t answer right away, just throws (Y/N) a giddy, boozed-up smile. Though in her eyes, there’s a loved-up glimmer of someone about to marry the love of their life.

“ Yeah, that’s true.”

“See, so you’re not the one that should be complaining. Us, however…”

Her red curls swing around her like a spark of fire as Robin sits up again, pointing her finger at (Y/N).

“ And whose fault is that? You could be getting some if you didn’t get so lost in your romantic fantasies. And him — “ the red-haired girl exclaims before pointing her finger towards Bucky “ don’t even tell me he ain’t getting some. Look at him! Are you sexually active, Bucky? “

“ You don’t have to answer that. Robin, come on.”

“ No, you don’t have to but you should. I’m trying to prove a point. Help me prove a point, Bucky. “

“ You’re making him uncomfortable. “

“ Am I making him uncomfortable or you? “

“ Ooookay, I think it’s time for you to go to bed. “

“ Nooo, we’re having a conversation. “

“ Would you look at that, my drink is empty. I’m just gonna — I’m gonna get another one. Okay? Okay.”

Bucky doesn’t wait for an answer before getting up and rushing out of the living room and into the kitchen, clearly uncomfortable. Clearly embarrassed.

“ See what you did? You scared him off. “

“ I couldn’t scare that man off if I tried. Trust me. “ Robin murmurs, a loud yawn cutting through her argument. There’s a certain determination in her words though. Some truth hidden in there that (Y/N) can’t quite put her finger on. It’s like Robin knows something she doesn’t. And maybe it’s good this way. Maybe she doesn’t need to know.

“ Alright, whatever that’s supposed to mean, Tipsy. I’ll go see what he’s up to. You go the fuck to sleep.”

“ Whatever mom, “ Robin bickers and cuddles closer into the soft couch anyway. “ Oh, don’t forget to invite him! I like him. We’re friends now. “

“ Go to sleep! “ (Y/N) orders again, earning herself a salute from her best friend who starts snoring no more than 2 seconds later.

He feels like a 13-year-old. Actually — no. Things were easier at 13. Situations like this one were easier at 13. Being horny was easier at 13.

It was all new to him then, yes, but it was new for everyone at 13. He’s 106 now, a grown man. He should be able to talk or at least think about these things without turning into a full-blown mess. His hand is clammy, his face is probably the same shade of bright red as Robin’s hair. And by god, his thoughts are a jumbled mess, swirling around all over the place.

Truth be told, he hasn’t had a lot of time to actually think about anything even remotely physical. It was never very high on his list of things to figure out and the opportunity hasn’t really presented itself to him either. Not since the 1940s at least.

Have things changed? Surely not, right? Maybe people got a bit more experimental and for sure they talk more openly about it now but the fundamentals must have stayed the same. He sure hopes so at least.

His thoughts get interrupted as (Y/N) steps into the kitchen. Her eyes are slightly glassed over from the wine though she’s nowhere near as drunk as Robin. She seems happy, then again she always does. For a little moment, he feels jealousy wash over him. About being able to get drunk. It’s damn stupid, he’s well aware. But that doesn’t make his feelings less valid. To just drink and let go and forget, that sounds really nice.

But that’s just one of the things the serum has taken from him. By far not the worst aspect of it all but unpleasant either way.

“ Hey uh — you okay? “ she asks leaning against the kitchen island across from him.

“ Sure. Are you? “

“ I uh — might be a little drunk, “ (Y/N) confesses as she lifts her hand and indicates a tiny space with her fingers.

“ Yeah, I think you might be.” Bucky laughs. Actually laughing comes naturally when she’s around and quite honestly, at first, it made him feel guilty. Guilty about the fact that he got to laugh along with a pretty girl while so many people had to die through his hands.

He tries to push those thoughts away. They aren’t doing anyone any good. Not him and not those people either.

“ Hey, I’m sorry she was making you uncomfortable. She gets — well she has no filter when drunk. Or ever really.”

Bucky shakes his head. His finger nervously trails along the grain of the stone countertop. There are conversations he needs to have, sooner or later, if he wants to live his life. Not just coast along but actually live. But it doesn’t mean those come easy. Not for someone who’s been through all he’s been through. Not for someone who’s grown up the way he has, who’s been raised the way he has.

“ Ah, no. Don’t worry. I uh — I just. It’s been a long time since I had talks like this. “

“ Like what? “

“ Between friends, you know. About — stuff. “

“ About sex? “

“ Mmh. “

“ You don’t have to talk about it with us if you don’t want to. It’s fine. “

“ No, but I do want to talk about sex with you. I mean — not you, you. You both. But not in a weird way. I mean — with friends. “

“ Okay. “

“ It’s just that I was raised in different times and the last time I had a real actual friend that I talked to about intimate things was so long ago. Steve and I talked about everything and even then there used to be reservations. One because I don’t think Steve really wanted details and two because Steve wasn’t — he didn’t have the most experience when it came to women so it was a very one-sided conversation. And I’ve never talked about any of this with a girl. It’s all new to me but I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you. “

(Y/N) regards him with a glimmer of amusement and mischief in her eyes as she munches away on some cold leftover spring rolls.

“ You don’t have to justify yourself to me, Buck. I know you trust me, I hope you know I trust you. “

He does. And he doesn’t hate how it sounds when she calls him Buck.

“ So, Robin and Charlie are getting married in two weeks. I was wondering if you’d like to be my plus one. Back when they announced it I was under the impression Russel and I would be a thing by then but uh — clearly that didn’t happen. It’s in upstate New York. We’re all gonna stay at this gorgeous Inn and well there’s a spot open if you want it.”

“ As a plus one? “

No matter how much he wants to deny it to himself, his heart does a little flutter as she says those words. A plus one sounds like something. He’s not sure what but something, surely.

“ Yeah, as a friend, obviously. “

“ Obviously. “

There goes the flutter.

“ Robin is okay with it by the way. She explicitly told me to ask you.”

“ So Robin wants me there, not you. “

“ No! I want you there! I love spending time with you. Also, Robin’s family is crazy. I need you by my side. I need you there. I want you there. “

“The need to be needed is an individual’s sense of significance rooted in the sense of being part of a community or cause beyond themselves. The need to be needed is one of our fundamental desires. We want to feel significant in the eyes of others, even if it is only one other person. “

Bucky has read those words in one of the many magazines stacked on the little side table in the waiting room of Dr. Raynor's office. They didn’t really make much sense to him then. He always thought he’d be fine by himself.

In that moment he realizes that was all a big pile of absolute bullshit.

The feeling of being wanted, of being needed, even if it’s just one person that needs him, that means everything.

“ Okay, I’ll come. “

“ Yeah? “

And there it is again, the smile that reminds him of the sun. The smile that he’s sure could bring a thousand men to their knees, including himself.

“ Cool. I’m — I’m really happy about that. “

“ Mmh. Me too. “

For a moment they just look at each other, words unspoken swirling in the air between them, neither brave enough to let them slip from their tongue.

It’s not until a particularly loud snore coming from the living room pops the bubble and breaks the spell.

Both of them fall into giggles before Bucky speaks up again.

“ It's late I should probably go. “

“ Yeah and I should go to bed. I’ll have a hangover tomorrow for sure.”

Bucky slips into his leather jacket and places a soft kiss goodbye on Lady’s head before turning back to (Y/N).

“ For the record, I’m not getting any. “

“ I uh — okay. Good. Well not good, “ (Y/N) stumbles over her words “ not good for you. Good for me. I mean. Not that I don’t want you to have sex. But I mean, Robin was taking the piss, and if I don’t get laid it makes me feel better to know you aren’t either. Oh god, this sounds horrible. I’m just gonna stop talking now. “

Bucky smiles the brightest smile she’s ever seen him smile, it almost breaks his face in two. And even though she wants the ground to swallow her whole right then, if it puts a smile like that on his face, she’ll gratefully embarrass herself again.

“ Have a good night, (Y/N). “

“ You too, Bucky”

And with a kiss to her head, he leaves the flat, a smile staying on his lips the entire way home.

“ Why did I have to come again? This is a bachelorette party, I thought men aren’t allowed. “ Bucky grumbles as (Y/N) parks her truck in the parking lot of the convenience store. The pink and blue neon lights reflect on the wet asphalt.

“ It’s a shared party. We’re all friends so it makes sense for the couple to celebrate together. Stop moaning. “ (Y/N) exclaims as her heels create a click-clack sound.

The store is empty as they enter except for the bored-looking teenager leaning against the counter by the cash register.

There’s something about empty stores at night that makes it feel like time stands still. Like for a moment, reality is altered. There’s only you and the outdated music coming from the speakers and the hum of the refrigerators holding the soda cans.

“ I can’t believe Hannah forgot to bake the cake. It’s all she had to do. I did everything else, everything. She had one job. “

Bucky’s learned by now to just let her rant about this topic. It’s all she’s talked about for the last hours since Hannah, public enemy number one that day, has called her to inform her she’s forgotten about the cake. Why there needs to be a cake at this party, Bucky doesn’t know but hey, who is he to question it.

(Y/N) walks straight over to the counter that holds the bakery items only to be met with disappointment.

“ Well great. We can choose between one single cupcake, a box of stale donuts, and a croissant. “

“ What about this one? “ Bucky asks and points towards a bright pink cake decorated with candy roses and white icing.

“ It says Happy Birthday. “

“ Ah, don’t worry we can fix that.”

(Y/N) raises her eyebrows in doubt. “ You sure? “

“ 100%. Trust me. “

She regards him for a moment, uncertainty shining through, before granting him a little smile and a nod. “ Okay then. You get the cake, I’ll be over there for a second. “

Looking through the fridges, (Y/N)’s eyes fall onto a pack of popsicles in the shape of Captain America’s shield.

Ripping open the fridge door she calls out “ Hey Grumpy, would you like thes— “

All she hears is a smack and then Bucky’s voice exclaiming a loud “Fuck!”

And in that moment she doesn’t know what’s more shocking, the fact that she just slammed the door right into his face or hearing him swear.

“ Are you okay? I’m so sorry. “

“ I’ll be fine.”

“ We gotta put ice on it. “

“ No (Y/N) I — “

She’s already on her way to get a pack of frozen peas. And if Bucky is being real honest, his cheek does hurt quite a bit. Super Soldier Serum and all …

“ I am genuinely so sorry. “

Bucky sits on the bed of (Y/N)’s truck, frozen peas pressed to his face and a chuckle falling from his lips as (Y/N) sends yet another apology his way.

“ It’s okay, (Y/N). I told you, I’m fine. “

He pulls the peas away from his face and places them next to him, before picking up the cake and lifting the plastic lid off of the container.

“ Alright, let’s see if I can fix this. “

“ You have a bruise on your cheek. “

Bucky looks up at her with those gorgeous blue eyes of his, that (Y/N) sometimes finds herself drowning in. Calm and story all at once. Like oceans.

“ Does it make me look rough and handsome? “

“ You’re always handsome. But yes, it gives you a roguish charm. “

“ Good. “

(Y/N) feels a heat rush to her face as Bucky focuses back on the cake.

“ Mmmkay. Let me see. What if we — “ Bucky murmurs, more to himself than to (Y/N). He swipes his finger, sans glove, over the white icing letters and while there’s a good intention there, when he lifts his finger back up the cake looks like a downright mess.

“ Ta-da “ he exclaims and turns the cake towards her.

“ It says Happy day now “

“ Is it not a happy day? “ Bucky asks, eyebrows raised in question.

“ Let me rephrase that. It says ‘Happy messy white stain Day’ “

Bucky pulls his lips into a grimace, eyes wandering from (Y/N) down to the cake and back to her. “ Yeah, we can’t bring that “.

Laughter fills the air as they regard the sad mess of a cake before them. If this was a movie, (Y/N) thinks, this would be their moment. The one where they realize. The one that feels like time stops and all that matters is them.

Something wet and sticky against her cheek pulls her from her daydream.

“ What the hell? “

Bucky only grins at her. There’s the boyish charm again. It’s so insanely endearing to see these little moments flare up and push through the perpetual gloom he seems to carry with him. He doesn't hold the weight of 90 years of fighting on his shoulders right then.

“ Oh you didn’t “

Before Bucky can react she grabs a handful of the cake and smashes it against the uninjured side of his face.

“ Is that how you wanna play it? Okay. Fine. “

Cake flies through the air as their laughter rings through the night. Not a thought wasted on pain, on worries, on heartbreak.

The rooftop bar (Y/N) booked specifically for this night is covered in fairy lights and glitter decor. There’s a karaoke machine in one corner and an open bar in the other.

A loud cheer sounds from the crowd as Robin steps out into the open, fingers intertwined with those of a petite brunette with big square glasses sitting on her nose.

They get swallowed by a tidal wave of people, pulled from one hug into another, and while his eyes stay with them, Bucky feels a touch against his metal arm. (Y/N) wraps herself around him leans her head against his shoulder and stares lovingly at the couple before them.

“ I’m so glad she’s happy. I love her so much. “

“ She loves you too. “ he says.

And really how could anyone not?

A little while later, when the crowd has allowed them to breathe again, Robin and the brunette wander towards Bucky and (Y/N), matching smiles on their faces.

“ Buck, this is Charlie, Robin’s fiancee. Charlie, this is my friend Bucky. “

“ It’s so nice to meet you,” Charlie exclaims, a strong English accent dripping from her words. “ What in the world happened to your face? Are you okay? “

While Bucky smirks, (Y/N) flinches at those words and shrinks into herself a little.

“ Oh you know, funny story. Someone here was a little too excited about some red white and blue popsicles. “

Robin lets out a loud laugh “ Now that sounds like someone I know very well. “

“ They were shaped like Cap’s shield, okay. I thought it was funny and fitting. “

Charlie’s eyes move between the 3, a look of confusion settling on her features.

“ Why fitting? “

“ Oh babe, let me catch you up,” Robin says and steers Charlie in the direction of the bar.

The night flies by and for the first time in so long, Bucky doesn’t feel out of place. Not for a single moment. Even being surrounded by people he doesn’t know and while listening to music he doesn’t get. It’s nice, feeling like you belong.

Robin and Charlie have just finished their karaoke rendition of Don’t Stop Believing when a familiar voice echoes from the speakers.

“ Hello guys, my name is (Y/N). You may know me, I’m the maid of honor. I am responsible for this party — you’re welcome. Anyway, I guess it’s my turn to sing tonight but I can’t do this one alone. I’m gonna require my friend, Mr. James Buchanan Barnes up on this very stage with me. “

Oh no. Definitely no. Not in a million years. No w—

“ Because this one’s a duett. “

Her eyes meet his across the way, shining with amusement, mischief, affection. Even across the dimly lit roof, her sunshine smile seems to light up the entire night.

“ I’m not doing it, “ Bucky says and shakes his head as Robin slides up to his side.

“ C’moooon. “

“ Nope. I probably don’t even know the song. “

It’s like the universe wants to make a fool of him as in just that moment Bill Medley’s voice sounds through the night.

“ I know you know this song. “ Robin says and nudges his side “ come on don’t make her do this by herself. “

“ I — “ he looks at (Y/N) again, with her sunshine smile and those expressive eyes and the buttercream stain on her shirt. And he doesn’t see fear or pain or regret. All he ever sees when he looks at her is happiness and fun and laughter.

“ Ugh. Okay. Alright. “

Cheers follow him as he steps on stage and (Y/N) hands him the second mic. Though it’s supposed to be a duett, (Y/N) doesn’t really care and sings both parts with unfiltered joy and unapologetic passion. And while it takes a moment for him to warm up to it, Bucky can’t help but let her enthusiasm light a spark in him too and by the time the pre-chorus hits he joins her in singing their hearts out.

“ You're the one thing I can't get enough of. So I'll tell you something. This could be looooooove “

New York comes alive with the promise of a better tomorrow. One where Bucky feels like he belongs. To a place or a group of friends or a person. A tomorrow where he can laugh with a pretty girl, have food fights in a parking lot, and sing some silly song at the top of his lungs.

Maybe the song isn’t all wrong. Maybe he’s having the time of his life. And maybe, just maybe, he owes it to (Y/N).

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[riley-phoenix]

Pairing: Malia X Reader (gender not specified)... Eventually

Canon: Teen Wolf

Content: psychological disorder, murder, blood, angst

Author's Note: -

Chapter Summary: "Smile Begins" from your point of view

You walked under the beaming lights of the city as the wind blew freely through the starry night sky. Taking the all too familiar turns around the city, outside the garage store, you stopped short at the sight of someone inside. You were never one to be caught off guard but the tension of the situation held a level of rarity, there was something special about the person inside. Your ability to read people at first glance was just one by-product of your troubled past, a childhood that moulded your mind into the fast-paced machine it is today. You observed the woman through the glass of the garage store, memorizing every detail of her physical stature. She had thick, brown, shoulder length hair. The most addicting brown eyes you'd ever gazed upon in your life. Her fashion choice was unorthodox, but not in a 'She doesn't know what she's doing' way and in more of a 'To hell with the latest trends' way. She wore jeans, knee high boots and a leather coat that only added to the mysterious aura that originated from her. You noticed her struggle, and then twitch her eyes. For a spilt second you saw something unbelievable, you could swear her eyes were glowing blue, before she struggled again and closed them, returning to normal when she opened her eyes once more. "She's a werewolf", you thought to yourself, also taking into consideration the full moon. One thing was clear; she'd piqued your interest.

In an effort to speak to her, you found yourself wandering aimlessly in the garage store, subconsciously running your hand over the shelves as you looked on at her from afar. Observing her closely and trying to find any excuse to talk to her, you grabbed a few random items off the shelf and walked sternly in her direction. In an effort to steal her attention, you purposefully brush into her shoulder, "accidentally" dropping your groceries. With an artificial expression of embarrassment on your face, you lean down to gather some of your things, not before the stranger joins you to help gather them. "Oh, my bad!... Working late, huh?", She asks as she gathers the last of them. "Mm? Oh, about to head back to the station, actually, I'm *your name*, detective *your name*". You say with a shortness of breath as you introduce yourself. "Malia", the stranger says as she returns your introduction. Everything seemed perfect, this could have been the fairytale meetcute you always dreamed of, just like in the movies. Two people accidentally bump into each other and unknowingly it's love at first sight... Then he came over. "Who was this man?" "Who was he to Malia?" That, and about 998 other questions flew recklessly through your brain as the man began to speak, "I think I've got everything, babe".

Your stomach turned and your eyes twitched as the words left his mouth, "Babe"?, You could feel the vein in your neck pulsing faster than usual and you wanted nothing except for the earth to swallow you whole. It was okay though, you had ways of dealing with situations like this. Looking out the window and at the sky, you noticed the full moon fading away and the lunar eclipse fading in- the one period of time when shapeshifters are completely powerless. You camouflaged in the dark and waited as Malia left the store and trudged away. Seconds later, you spotted Scott heading for his car, and approached him, "Hey, Scott".

"Detective *your name*?"

"Yeah, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation; you're looking for a place to get beers?".

"Yeah, you know where I can get some?"

"There's a liquor house not too far from here, down on Smile Road".

"I don't know where that is, do you have any directions?"

"I'm headed that way now, why don't you just follow me", you offered with a hint of superficial charm.

"That'd be great actually, thanks".

You let Scott follow you about 20 minutes outside of town, Taking him into an area that had been written off from the construction plans of the city due to safety protocols, pulling into a road that didn't exist on any map, with the exception of one: yours. You allowed yourself to cruise closer to the waterfall --the same waterfall that had been the reason for this area being written off from the official city layout -- before getting out of the car. "We're here!", You exclaimed as you walked over to Scott who was still in the driver's seat. "Uhmm, I don't see a liquor st--"

With ease, you grabbed Scott's head and smashed it into the steering wheel, leaving him almost unconscious instantly. As blood began to drip from his forehead, you reached into the backseat of your car and pulled out two 6-packs of beers. "It's a good thing I had these with me". You say to yourself as you get to work, making this seem like an accident. You made short work of the bottles, wearing gloves so as to not leave any DNA on the scene. You emptied bottle after bottle onto the floor and threw them into the car, pouring a little bit on his mouth and body, leaving only two unopened. When you were done making it seem like an accident, it was time to finish the job. You pushed Scott's car with yours from behind. Edging it closer and closer to the weak railings that seperated the ledge of the waterfall to the pavement. And when you reached the edge... You didn't hesitate, with absolutely no hint of remorse or guilt and the absence of a conscience; you pushed the car over the ledge and watched it crash into the waterfall down below, the sound of the car crashing into the pool below was hidden between the natural echoes of crashing water.

He said he was going to get beer. He'll be found with beer. You didn't leave any DNA at the scene. You have an alibi. "The perfect crime" you thought to yourself. That was until you heard the sound of a car passing your way, you began to pray that the car wouldn't stop.

And it drove right past.

"That was too close", you thought to yourself as you watched the car drive far into the distance. You surveyed the area one final time so you wouldn't have to "return to the scene of the crime", before stepping back inside your car. You turned on the engine before stopping to think, thinking of the car that drove past just seconds after you had tilted Scott over the edge. "No... No they drove past which means they didn't see anything", you thought at first. "Then again... They could talk to the police if they did". Biting your nails nervously, as you pondered over the difficult situation, you eventually forced yourself to make a decision, "Cant afford to take any chances". That emotionless look fell over you once again as your impeccable memory recalled the license plate of the car; and you followed that license to it's address. Before driving off you took one more look into the starry night sky, watching the lunar eclipse fading away; and the full moon fading in once again.

Hours later, you arrived at the apartment building of the man named "Mr. Turner", who, to his misfortune, had unknowingly driven past you earlier. Unfortunately for him, you weren't in a position to take chances. You impersonated a building handyman and carried a toolbox as the rude and arrogant middle-aged man answered the door. "What?", He asked curtly. "I'm just here to check the thermostat, the building's been having problems and--". He interrupts you before you can finish, "Fine, just be quick". You reached down and pulled a hammer out of your toolbox as a wide smile spread across your face and he let you inside, "Oh... I intend to".

Hours later, after you'd dealt with Mr. Turner, you sat in your office and in your head it was as if nothing happened, just a normal night at the station and a clear, guiltless mind. Your phone began to vibrate violently as you pulled it out of your pocket, "Yeah?", You answered as Bobby, your partner, began to fill you in on the details of a DUI accident; except it wasn't an accident, and you were the only one who knew it. You made your way to the crash site as if it was your first time there, asking questions and furrowing your brow as if you didn't know what had happened already. You'd just finished warding off the area with yellow police tape when you noticed Bobby questioning a familiar figure - Malia. To no surprise at all, she'd rushed here once she heard the news, her body was shaking and you sensed the nervousness in her breath as you interrupted the conversation.

"We just bumped into each other at the grocery store", Malia explained to Bobby, who looked on in confusion. "Small world", she said as she attempted to divert her emotions with humour. "Anyway, what'd you find?", You turned to Bobby, trying to move on with the conversation. Bobby proceeded to ask Malia if she knew where Scott was last seen, or last known to be going. She recalled their conversation at the garage store earlier, ending with Scott leaving to get beers. You saw the expression on Bobby's face change as he listened; to one of empathy. Laying a comforting hand on her shoulder, he directed Malia to the wreckage, opened the door and watched as several beer bottles fell out. You turned away from the scene as Malia, who stood petrified in silence, finally burst into tears behind you. That was the downside of your masterplan, seeing her in pain, it was the last thing you wanted; but you knew you could take care of her, you knew that in each other's arms, neither of you would have to feel pain again; and the only way to achieve that, was to get Scott out of the picture.

Still, you knew Malia couldn't be there, and offering to take her home was the opportune moment you'd been waiting for to show her that you care, that you're special and that you thought she was too. She agreed and wiped away her tears as you followed closely behind. Inside Malia's apartment, you're trying to keep yourself calm and keep your emotions in check as she removes her shirt and puts a new one on. "You're a werewolf", you blurt out, wanting to cup your mouth with your hands in embarrassment as you clumsily speak your mind. "Werecoyote", Malia choked in confusion, previously unaware that you knew about the supernatural. You revealed what observations led you to uncovering her supernatural identity, to which she asked if you were in hiding. "No, I'm not supernatural, I just know that it exists. Long story short, that life didn't agree with me... So I left it behind".

"I'm sorry to hear that", Malia adds.

"I'm sorry for your loss", you say sympathetically, still trying to get her to open up to you and trust you.

Malia walks to the fridge and pulls out two beers, accidentally triggering herself. The sight of the alcohol makes it even harder to forget about the sights of the crash. She closed her eyes and gripped the bridge of her nose, trying to move past the nightmare. When she eventually lifts her head to you again, she seems like a different woman, driven by pure determination to achieve vengeance - and answers. She looks at you with pleading eyes, and begs you to believe her that this was a murder and not a regular DUI. Of course, from everyone that was involved in the case you were the only one who knew this was actually true, but you were impeccable at hiding it. You went on trying to convince Malia that that she's in over her head and that she's struggling to deal with loss, but were interrupted by a phonecall before it turned into an argument. Malia stopped and allowed you to pick up. "We found a possible witness", Bobby explains, "but... Let's just say he won't be talking any time soon... I'm gonna need you to come down here, partner", he adds on.

"Good call getting rid of him", you thought to yourself as the call ended and you filled Malia in with an update on the case --purposely leaving out the part about Mr. Turner being dead-- and saw that passionate look of determination in her eyes. It was at this moment you realised that if you wanted to get close to her, she was going to be involved in this case. You drove to Philadelphia to investigate Mr. Turner, the rest of the force should probably be discovering his dead body and the array of misleading "clues" you planted any minute now. You tried to make small talk but Malia wasn't in the mood, bottling up her emotions had caused her to be introverted, and you chose to give her space. Eventually you reached the residence, climbing staircase upon staircase until you reached apartment 6B on the 7th floor. "Why are the CSI here, Bobby?", You asked, as if you didn't already know. "Remember what I said about our witness 'not talking anytime soon'"?, See for yourself". You made an appearance inside the murder scene, putting on the perfect mask as if this is the first time you'd been there. After Malia joined you, she pointed out one of the fake clues you left, poorly hidden, in the apartment, the smile drawing next to the body, as well as the note In his mouth. You then purposely paid attention to the hieroglyphics carved into his skin, causing a heated discussion of the meaning behind the clues as well as their legitimacy between the CSI and police squad. Was this elaborate? Yes. But was it worth it for what you believed was true love at first sight? Again, Yes.

Shortly afterwards, you and Malia escaped the scene, and sure enough she started running her own list of theories by you. "Is there anyone you know that would've wanted Scott dead?", You ask her afterwards. Subsequently, you see Malia beginning to create a mental list of possible suspects in her head, and that's when you knew, this wasn't going to be easy. You've got work to do.

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tbh I don't know a thing abt the collective fanon developments on the metal Hankcon AU, this just sort of came to me as a personal headcanon so take it or leave it really :)

He's somewhere in his late teens when Connor goes to his first huge metal festival and thinks yes! Of course I can handle a mosh pit. It's only after about two minutes of jubilant raging when he realises hm... perhaps this was a mistake. It was great fun to let loose for a bit, but now he's getting jostled left and right, he's already lost the jacket he'd tied round his waist, and shit - he just got shoved and falls to the ground and the frenzied trashing, screaming crowd is closing in above as he's pressed into the dirt... until someone grabs him and hauls him right back up. A still dazed Connor gets steered towards the nearest crowd barrier and his saviour - he seems in his mid to late thirties - checks if he's okay: "You still with us? Hey back off man he's just a kid, I ain't playin'. Hang on, let me put this on you for a sec, you alright? If you want to call your friends- I mean it lady, give him some room to fucking breathe for a minute. Hey, that better be your own water bottle, you don't just take shit from strangers-"

Connor has already forgotten he was about five seconds from a panic attack because he's got a great view of the stage now, sweet. He decides to hang out here for a while, gratefully accepting a pair of earplugs as well. Nearing the end of the set, the guy who helped him is tall enough to help locate his friends pretty easily, even if the crowd is still maniacally jumping all over the place. The adult then leaves with a friendly wave to see the next band play. It's a cherished memory from Con's first weekend at a metal festival and his introduction to the whole scene. He falls in love with the culture (and its people) even more after that experience.

A good five to ten years later Connor is at the same festival. He's now well accustomed to the antics expected from this event and better equipped to deal with them. He's also fifteen minutes early to see his favourite band perform and just wandering about, happy to take a breather and bask in the general atmosphere. His attention gets drawn to one of the smaller stages off to the side, where some heavy metal band seems to be absolutely killing it. Connor decides he might as well check what's up as he's got time to kill, and he likes their sound alright. He steps up, nodding along to the music, and looks appreciatingly at the vocalist. At the lead guitarist. The bassist. The bassist... The b.... oh now hANG THE FU-

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Atlas: A Tail of Time - Chapter 1

Basically the movies in fanfiction form only Marty has a dog :)

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Friendships can be a funny thing, and sometimes it's how you meet your friends that's even stranger. For example, while one pair of friends in this story met through a dare, another met in the street...

Hill Valley, California

May 17th, 1982

Summer was just around the corner and the sun was shining, an almost perfect day, the kind of day when no one expects danger. The little husky pup in the box on the curb had thought so too, scrambling out of the box the best it could with its tiny, puppy sized legs. Once free to roam it gamboled about, marveling at everything with not a care in the whole world.

Obviously it was not paying attention to where it was going and wandered into the street, but that wasn't a problem now was it? Rush hour traffic was still a few hours away and the road was fairly clear. Note that it wasn't completely clear. As cliche as it was, the pup was in the middle of the road with an oncoming car, the driver not seeing the dog.

One Marty McFly did see the dog.

The 14 year old had just gotten out of school and was skateboarding down the side of the street on his way home when he saw the little husky in the middle of the road. He also saw the car coming dead on for it, the driver not slowing down. Now Marty had a heart, he also wasn't chicken that's for sure...

In a flash he leapt from his skateboard, grabbed the puppy to roll into a heap on the curb at the other side of the street, the car honking at him as he did so. The car slowed down for all of 3 seconds for the driver to check their mirror to see if they had hit anything, not seeing any problems, they sped back up and kept going.

"That was a close one little guy, what were you doing in the middle of the road?" Marty asked the dog rhetorically, knowing it wasn't going to reply back.

Instead, the little husky turned its attention back across the street to the curb and the box it had come from. Marty followed the pup's ice blue gaze to the box, "Free puppies huh? Just waiting for someone to adopt you then?" The dog turned back to him and wriggled a bit almost as an affirmative, before leaning forward to lick his face.

"Sorry buddy but I don't think I can take you home with me, don't think my mom would be happy about you in the house." Bittersweetly Marty carried the puppy back across the street, grabbing his skateboard on the way, before putting the pup back in the box. "You'll find the right person."

Setting his skateboard down, he jumped on it and made to take off when he felt something brush against his leg. Looking down Marty saw the little husky had climbed onto the back of skateboard and was now looking up at him. "Huh, what're you doing down there?" Picking up the dog and placing it back into the box, the young teen watched as the little puppy climbed out of the box and back onto his board. After a few more times of this, Marty realized that this dog wasn't going to let him out of its sight.

It was already after when he should have been home and he didn't really have any other options, so Marty picked up the little husky, and skated home. Hardly in the door he met his mother, a frantic look in her eye as though she had been worried something had happened to him. "Why are you late?" she asked worriedly, then she paused and looked to the dog in his arms, "And what is that?"

"Well I was coming home from school and saw this puppy in the street about to get hit by a car. So I saved him and was about to put him back in the "Free Puppies" box he came from but he kept getting out to follow me. So there really wasn't anything else I could do."

"I won't have that dog in my house, I don't need another thing to look after," Marty's mom held her head in exhaustion.

"You won't have to look after him mom, I can take care of him," he countered.

"We both know how this ends Marty, you'll take care of it for a little bit and then get tired of doing the work and I'll have to do it."

That felt just like being called chicken, and Marty hated being called chicken.

"I can take care of him mom and I'll prove it," he said, walking past her and to his room, closing the door. He set the husky down on the floor as he went to sit on his bed, watching the little pup wander around exploring, and as it pulled out a world atlas from the bottom of a bookshelf, playing with it. Marty looked at the little pup with a small smile on his face, "You need a name."

The dog shook the atlas in its jaws violently for a second and Marty reached down to take it back. What resulted was a tug of war between the book and somehow the little husky managed to keep possession of it.

"Atlas then."

That's how Marty McFly got himself a dog.

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Hill Valley, California

October 25th, 1985

The key clicked in the lock and the door opened, a pair of Nike shoes putting the rug back over the spare key as four white paws slipped past them and into the room. "Hey, Doc? Doc. Hello? Is anybody home?" The voice belonging to the shoes called, then he whistled, "Einstein, come here boy. What's going on here?"

The husky the paws belonged to let out a bark, probably calling for the building's occupants too. 17 year old Marty McFly turned to his dog, "Do you think they're here Atlas?" Atlas did not reply verbally and moved to Einstein's dog bowl on the floor, overflowing with canned dog food. Both scents of the inhabitants were stale.

Marty walked around her, eyeing the bowl with disgust, "Wha-aw, god. Aw, jesus... Atlas don't eat that." She looked up at him puzzled, she hadn't been planning on it.

While the husky abandoned Einstein's bowl in favor of looking around, the teen began flipping a series of switches and turning dials as far as they could go. His guitar plugged into the huge amplifier in front of him, Marty raised his pick, ready. Atlas was already crouched down with ears laid flat, preparing herself for what was about to happen.

The amplifier blew out with a bang and one strum to the guitar, Marty getting sent backwards into a bookshelf that tipped and spilled its contents onto him. Atlas scurried over, sticking her nose through the papers covering him as the boy leaned forward, removing the sunglasses from his face. "Whoa. Rock 'n' roll," he said.

An old fire alarm on a post began to ring, Marty scrambling out of the pile of stuff from the bookshelf to grab the phone the alarm was connected to. "Yo," he said, holding the receiver to his ear.

"Marty, is that you?" the voice on the other end answered.

"Hey, hey, Doc, where are you?" Atlas's ears perked up as she heard Doc's voice, both she and Marty seemed relieved to hear it.

"Thank god I found you," Doc ignored Marty's question, he himself also seeming to be relieved. "Listen, can you meet me at the Twin Pines Mall tonight at 1:15? I've made a major breakthrough, I'll need your assistance."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. 1:15 in the morning?" Marty asked in disbelief. Why that early time in favor of all perfectly good times during the day?

"Yeah."

"What's going on? Where have you been all week?"

"Working," was Doc's cryptic answer.

"Where's Einstein, is he with you?" The teen proceeded to worry about his eccentric friend's dog.

"Yeah he's right here."

"Y'know, Doc, you left your equipment on all week."

"My equipment, that reminds me, Marty, you better not hook up to the amplifier. There's a slight possibility for overload."

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind," Marty replied, fully registering the fact that Doc's warning was worthless. The blown out amplifier was proof.

"Good, I'll see you tonight. Don't forget, now, 1:15 am, Twin Pines Mall."

"Right."

Just as the conversation seemed to be over, all of the clocks along one of the lab's walls struck the hour, 8 am. Atlas barked at them for a second. 8 am? That didn't seem right, it felt much later-

"Are those my clocks I hear?" Doc's voice came through the receiver again.

"Yeah, it's 8 am," Marty clarified, waving his hand at Atlas for her to be quiet, even though she had already stopped barking.

"They're late. My experiment worked. They're all exactly 25 minutes slow."

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Doc. Are you telling me that it's 8:25?"

"Precisely."

"Damn, I'm late for school."

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Things always had a way of working against Marty. Well, Mr. Strickland sure was, but that wasn't the point.

When things weren't going so well Marty knew there were some people he could count on to at least make him feel better:

Number 1 was Atlas, who never seemed to want to leave his side, even when he was at school. The husky actually stayed on the grounds while he was in class, to wait for him to come out at the end of the school day. Even though she came close to biting Strickland that one time when he was trying to give the McFly kid detention unreasonably-

Number 2 was Doc, who would get him wrapped up in some strange science experiment to help take his mind off of things. He was more of a father figure than Marty's real coward of a dad.

And number 3 was Jennifer, she always stuck by and was looking out for him when she could. Even when she got in trouble a few times for it-

So here he was again, arriving at school late - no thanks to any of Doc's clocks - for what was probably the 4th time in a row. But that was only if he got caught...

"Hello, Jennifer," Marty said, greeting his girlfriend.

The blonde rushed up to him, "Marty, don't go this way. Strickland's looking for you. If your caught it'll be four tardies in a row."

She led him around a corner and away from the supposed "Strickland Zone" when she said, "Alright, c'mon, I think we're safe."

"Y'know this time it wasn't my fault. The Doc set all of his clocks 25 minutes slow," Marty replied, his reason for arriving late.

"Doc? Am I to understand you're still hanging around with Doctor Emmett Brown, McFly?"

Of course, Strickland had found him all the same.

"Tardy slip for you, Ms. Parker. And one for you McFly, I believe that makes 4 in a row," the bald, scowl wearing, teacher handed out the tardy slips like like he found immense joy in doing it. And honestly, he probably did. "Now let me give you a nickel's worth of advice, young man. This so called Doctor Brown is dangerous, he's a real nutcase. You hang around with him you're going to be in big trouble."

"Oh, yes sir," was Marty's response, quite sarcastically I might add-

Which, expectedly, Strickland didn't take very well...

His voice rose as he addressed what he saw as a future degenerate, "You've got a real attitude problem, McFly. You're a slacker. You remind me of your father when he went here, he was a slacker too."

Strickland's raised voice easily met Atlas's ears from where the dog was situated outside the school building. She knew Marty's schedule, and intentionally placed herself as close as possible to him in that given moment. What she was hearing - through a conveniently placed open window - made her blood boil and a growl rise in the back of her throat.

Through that same open window, the trio inside could hear Atlas's barks of rage, and it only added fuel to Strickland's fire.

"Then you let that dog follow you around, instead of training it to stay where it should. At home."

"Atlas hasn't hurt anyone, and I've never gotten a complaint about her. Can I go now Mr. Strickland?" Marty was already done with this guy and it wasn't even noon.

"I noticed your band is on the roster for dance auditions after school today," Strickland simply ignored Marty's question and went on berating him, "Why even bother McFly, you haven't got a chance, you're too much like your old man. No McFly ever amounted to anything in the history of Hill Valley."

Marty's irritation was clear as he confidently said, "Yeah, well history's gonna change."

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"Next please," the Audition Judge said in their curt tone.

"Alright, we're the Pinheads," Marty introduced his band, his guitar in hand. The group had hardly started their song when the judge cut them off.

"Okay, that's enough. Now stop the microphone. I'm sorry fellas. I'm afraid you're just too darn loud. Next, please. Where's the next group, please."

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Marty walked down the sidewalk near the town square, Jennifer on one side and Atlas on the other, an election van going down the road. "Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson. Progress is his middle name," came from it's bullhorns as it trundled along.

"I'm too loud. I can't believe it. I'm never gonna get a chance to play in front of anybody," Marty ranted, still frustrated about the disappointing audition.

"Marty, one rejection isn't the end of the world," Jennifer tried to reason with him.

"Nah, I just don't think I'm cut out for music."

Atlas jumped in front of him, barking once in outrage. How could he say that? Of course he was cut out for music!

Jennifer seemed to agree with Atlas's objection, "But you're good, Marty, you're really good. And this audition tape of yours is great, you gotta send it in to the record company. It's like Doc's always saying-"

"Yeah, I know," Marty sighed, "If you put your mind to it you can accomplish anything."

"That's good advice Marty."

"Alright, okay Jennifer," the boy went on, trying to entertain Jennifer's idea of sending in the tape - only in his view. "What if I send in the tape and they don't like it? I mean, what if they say I'm no good? What if they say, "Get out of here, kid, you got no future." I mean, I just don't think I can handle that type of rejection. Jesus, I'm beginning to sound like my old man."

Atlas instinctively pushed her head into Marty's hand, trying to reassure him, she was there if he ever needed her. For a few seconds he petted the dog, it was comforting and a reminder he wasn't alone. Atlas cared, and Jennifer did too.

"C'mon, he's not that bad. At least he's letting you borrow the car tomorrow night," she pointed out.

Right as she said that, a pickup truck went by, something that didn't hesitate to catch Marty's interest.

"Check out that 4 by 4. That is hot," he said, a fantasy already coming to life in his head. "Someday, Jennifer, someday. Wouldn't it be great to take that truck up to the lake? Throw a couple of sleeping bags in the back. Lie out under the stars."

"Stop it."

"What?"

"Does your mom know about tomorrow night?" Jennifer asked.

"No, get out of town, my mom thinks I'm going camping with the guys," Marty replied. The idea of telling his mom about what he was going to be up to the next day seemed like a joke. "Well, Jennifer, my mother would freak out if she knew I was going up there with you. And I get this standard lecture about how she never did that kind of stuff when she was a kid. Now look, I think she was born a nun."

"She's just trying to keep you respectable," Jennifer countered.

"Well, she's not doing a very good job," Marty sent back before he kissed his girlfriend, something that ended up being short lived.

Their moment ruined by a woman rattling a collecting tin in their faces.

"Save the clock tower, save the clock tower," she said, "Mayor Wilson is sponsoring an initiative to replace that clock. Thirty years ago, lighting struck that clock tower and the clock hasn't run since. We at the Hill Valley Preservation Society think it should be preserved exactly the way it is as part of our history and heritage."

Atlas put herself between the lady and Marty and Jennifer, forcing the woman to take a step back. However, even with a decent sized dog between her and her target, the collector stayed where she was.

In an effort to get her to leave, Marty pulled a coin out of his pocket, dropping it in the tin. "Here you go, lady. There's a quarter."

"Thank you," she replied, handing him a piece of paper, "Don't forget to take a flyer."

"Right."

"Save the clock tower," the lady went on down the sidewalk, shaking her tin.

"Where were we?" Marty asked, turning back to Jennifer.

"Right about here," she replied.

They leaned in to kiss again when someone called out, "Jennifer!"

"It's my dad," Jennifer sighed, getting up and going over to his car.

"Right."

"I've gotta go."

"I'll call you tonight," Marty reassured her.

"I'll be at my grandma's," Jennifer clarified, hurrying back to scribble the number on the back of the "Save the Clock Tower" flyer. "Here, let me give you the number. Bye."

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"Perfect, just perfect," Marty grumbled. He walked up the driveway to his house and past the totaled family car being hauled in by a tow truck.

Atlas gave it a quick glance before following Marty inside. Something wasn't right there, it smelled like trouble, and she wasn't going to let her owner face it alone.

"I can't believe you loaned me a car, without telling me it had a blind spot. I could have been killed," a gruff voice stated.

Biff Tannen, the husky hated him. But all she gave was a low warning growl, something that Biff either didn't notice, or didn't care about.

"Now, now, Biff, now, I've never noticed any blindspot before when I would drive it. Hi, son," George McFly tried, key word tried, to defend himself, pausing for only a second to greet Marty.

George was a pushover, there wasn't really any other description for him. If it wasn't for him being so passive and non-threatening, Atlas wouldn't have cared for him. The only thing about the man that bothered her was how little he actually stood up for himself and his family.

"But, what are you blind McFly, it's there. How else do you explain that wreck out there?" Biff fumed.

"Now, Biff, um, can I assume your insurance is going to pay for the damage?"

"My insurance? It's your car, your insurance should pay for it." Biff held up the corner of his sport coat, the material damp with some unknown substance. "Hey, I wanna know who's gonna pay for this? I spilled beer all over it when that car smashed into me. Who's gonna pay my cleaning bill?"

"Uh-" George hesitated, but didn't get a chance to answer before Biff fired another question at him.

"And where's my reports?"

"Uh, well, I haven't finished those up yet, but you know I figured since they weren't due till-"

The coward was cut off again as Biff grabbed his tie, pulling George forward so he could knock on his head.

"Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to get them retyped. Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my reports in your handwriting? I'll get fired. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you? Would you?"

"Of course not, Biff, now I wouldn't want that to happen. Now, uh, I'll finish those reports up tonight, and I'll run them on over first thing tomorrow, alright?"

"Hey, not too early I sleep in on Saturday." Biff then pointed at George's feet, "Oh, McFly, your shoe's untied." When George looked down, Biff smacked him in the face with his hand, "Don't be so gullible, McFly."

Biff walked away from George and into the kitchen, pulling open the fridge to grab a beer as Marty and Atlas watched from the hall. "You got the place fixed up nice, McFly. I have your car towed all the way to your house and all you've got for me is light beer."

"What are you looking at Butthead? Say 'hi' to your mom for me," Biff said to Marty before he left the kitchen, quickly kicking Atlas to the side on his way out. The dog yelped and turned around, growling, but Biff was already gone.

"I know what you're gonna say, son, and you're right, you're right. But Biff just happens to be my supervisor, and I'm afraid I'm not very good at confrontations," George said to Marty, aware about how his son was upset with his actions.

"The car, Dad, I mean he wrecked it, totaled it. I needed that car tomorrow night, Dad, I mean do you have any idea about how important this was, do you have any clue?"

"I know, and all I can say is I'm sorry."

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"Believe me, Marty, you're better off not having to worry about all the aggravation and headaches of playing at the dance," George was still apologizing to his son even when dinner was served.

"He's absolutely right, Marty. The last thing you need is headaches," Marty's older brother Dave commented.

At that moment, Marty's mom Lorraine walked in from the kitchen, tossing a pan onto the center of the table. "Kids, we're gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves, Uncle Joey didn't make parole again. I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line."

"Uncle Jailbird Joey?" Marty questioned, Atlas perking up from where she was under the table, she hadn't met Joey before. The guy had gone to jail when Marty was really little, and Atlas hadn't even been born yet.

"He's your brother, Mom," Dave replied.

"Yeah, I think it's a major embarrassment having an uncle in jail," Linda, Marty's older sister, added.

"We all make mistakes in life, children," Lorraine sighed, Dave springing up from his seat.

"God dammit, I'm late!"

"David, watch your mouth. You come here and kiss your mother before you go, come here," Lorraine reprimanded.

"C'mon, Mom, make it fast, I'll miss my bus. Hey, see you tonight, Pop. Woo, time to change that oil," and Dave was out the door.

"Hey Marty, I'm not your answering service, but while you were outside pouting about the car, Jennifer Parker called you twice," Linda said, not particularly caring.

"I don't like her, Marty," Lorraine complained, "Any girl who calls a boy is just asking for trouble."

"Oh Mom," Linda sighed, "There's nothing wrong with calling a boy."

"I think it's terrible," Lorraine prepared her lecture, "Girls chasing boys. When I was your age I never chased a boy, or called a boy, or sat in a parked car with a boy.

"Then how am I supposed to meet anybody," Linda protested.

"Well, it will just happen. Like the way I met your father."

"That was so stupid," the teen girl grumbled, "Grandpa hit him with the car."

"It was meant to be," Lorraine stated, "Anyway, if Grandpa hadn't hit him, none of you would have been born."

"Yeah, well, I still don't understand what Dad was doing in the middle of the street," Linda retorted.

"What was it, George, birdwatching?"

George turned away for the TV, faking innocence, "What Lorraine, what?"

"Anyway, Grandpa hit him with the car and brought him into the house. He seemed so helpless, like a lost little puppy, my heart just went out for him."

"Yeah Mom, we know, you've told us this story a million times. You felt sorry for him so you decided to go with him to the Fish Under the Sea Dance," Linda sighed.

"No, it was the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance," Lorraine corrected her daughter. "Our first date. It was the night of that terrible thunderstorm, remember George? Your father kissed me for the very first time on that dance floor. It was then I realized I was going to spend the rest of my life with him."

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The phone began to ring, Marty, who was fast asleep in what Atlas had decided to be the strangest sleeping position she had ever seen, jolted awake. He reached for the phone, putting the receiver to his ear and answering with a groggy, "Hello?"

"Marty, you didn't fall asleep, did you?" Doc's voice came through the line.

"Uh Doc, uh no. No, don't be silly," Marty replied, trying to hide he had in fact been unconscious a few minutes before.

"Listen, this is very important, I forgot my video camera, could you stop by my place and pick it up on your way to the mall?"

"Um, yeah, I'm on my way."