#they’re going absolutely insane I fear you gotta call out of work for the next few days if not a week </3

[ohimsummer]

I think about surprising stsg with a cutesy, heart-theme tramp stamp with their initials in the middle at least once a week

[sarahjtv]

BNHA Chapter 312 Spoiler Analysis: Hero Turned Assassin

It’s Friday, my dudes!  That means the leaks for the new chapter is out!  This time, we’re focusing on our new lady assassin villain who we ended with last week.  Ngl, I love her design and concept.  I actually wouldn’t mind if she stepped on me 😳  All that aside, this was a damn good chapter, but I really hope Deku’s going to be ok taking her on by himself:

Alright, the chapter starts off with a little flashback of Hawks talking to Deku as Deku is suiting up to leave Central hospital.  Hawks reassures Deku that he should be ok from AFO and Shigaraki for now since they aren’t at full power yet.  Their best option would be to take Deku in alive rather than dead.  Hawks can only think of one person who might be capable of capturing Deku: the assassin woman.  Turns out, that woman was his senpai back at the Hero Safety Commision and she’s dangerous.

So, as far as we know, Deku’s most likely going to live several more days even if he does get captured.  However, he’s being hunted down by a highly skilled assassin who was also Hawk’s senpai back in the day.  The fact that Hawks of all people is warning Deku to run away from her if he can say something about her skills.  I can only guess how good her skills are, but I’d say they’re probably somewhere in the S-tier range if Hawks is afraid of her.

The next couple of pages help properly introduce our new villain: Lady Nagant!  A few points here: 1. The bullet is made from her hair which is colored dark blue and pink.  I personally love those two colors, so I’m glad to see that color scheme used on her.  Also hair bullets is such a great concept, 2. That rifle is definitely coming from her elbow which she can bring out and retract at will, which is badass as hell, 3. I looked up the word “Nagant” and it’s actually type of (Russian?) gun that ranges from a 7-shot revolver to a sniper rifle, so that’s a good Villain name for her, 4. She was a former hero under the Safety Commision who decided to go to the dark side for some reason.  Like, did she see the bad side of Hero Society and that caused her to change?  Did she see something in Villainy that caused her to change her POV?  I want to know what?, 5. Again, love her design like hoo boy, Horikoshi snapped with her. 

So, Deku’s on the run from her and he is completely on his own now that his phone is broken.  He doesn’t even know what happened to All Might 😭!  He’s also afraid that All Might and Hawks will be targeted by her.  Deku’s debating wheaher he should run or face Nagant face on.  With someone like Muscular, I wasn’t worried about Deku because he’s not only improved a lot since last time, but he’s taken on Muscular before so he knew what he was fighting.  But, this is a brand-new villain.  Not much is known about her and Deku has never fought her before.  I’d say run, but someone has to take her out.  Maybe Hawks will swoop in and have a reunion with his senpai.  Though, he doesn’t have wings now, so I’m not sure what he can really do against her besides have a chat…

And Deku is shot!  Not fatally thank god, but he did get hit.  Turns out Lady Nagant can actually curve her shots.  Even Deku’s Danger Sense couldn’t detect it in time good lord.  So she can just straight up made bullets that can curve too that is absolutely insane.  Any marksman would be jealous of her.  

Fun Fact of the Day: Based on Horikoshi-sensei’s comment of the week, Lady Nagant and her curve bullet are actually based off the 2008 film Wanted staring James McAvoy and Angelina Jolie (he even thanked Ms. Jolie!)!  I decided to IMDB the film to see if I remembered it and it turns out that I have actually seen a little of it before.  You know that gif of McAvoy smacking Chris Pratt’s face with a keyboard and the loose keys spell out “Fuck You”?  Yeah, that’s from Wanted.  Also, the curved bullet Horikoshi is talking about is when Jolie manages to “curve” a bullet enough to kill a group of assassins who were standing in a circle.  Look, I don’t know if physics can actually make that work in real life, but I’ll be damned if that doesn’t sound badass.

Back to the story, we have a bit of flashback to an old TV special that interviewed 100 active Noteworthy Heroes.  The 25th Pro Hero being interview is none other than Snipe, one of UA’s teachers!  It’s been a hot couple of years since we’ve seen him around.  Actually, we don’t even know if he’s alive…  Let’s assume he is and continue with the story.

Anyway, Snipe was having some good friendly competition in the Long-Range sniping with Lady Nagant back in the day.  He explains while his Quirk, “Homing” allows him to lock-on to anyone within a 600 Meter range, he can’t choose where his attack hits and the hit isn’t that powerful (Shigaraki could’ve actually gotten killed back in the USJ if Snipe wasn’t careful enough damn).  Lady Nagant, on the other hand, has a range of 3 Kilometers with insane accuracy.  I did some quick calculations and it turns out that 3KM = 3,000M!  That’s 5 times farther than what Snipe can do.  That is absolutely nuts!

Lady Nagant’s Quirk is called “Rifle”!  Turns out that the secret lies in her bullets made out of hair.  When she mixes her duel colored hair, it works like epoxy putty.  Epoxy putty is a substance that hardens over time.  It’s normally used as a seal for cracks and holes, and it’s both highly-resistant and unshrinkable when hardened.  So, when Lady Nagant pulls strands out of her hair to mix and mould them, she can harden that hair into a bullet which explains the dark blue and pink fibers in the speaker bullet she fired at Deku’s phone.  Apparently, she can make any kind of bullet she wants ranging from hollow bullets to curved bullets.  She can then load and fire those bullets from her rifle into her right arm.  God, there’s so much potential for a Quirk like this.  The only limit I can think of for this Quirk is if she runs out of hair for bullets similar to how if Ibara Shiozaki from Class 1-B (or 2-B now I guess) would run out of hair to use her Vines.  I wonder if Lady Nagant using her hair so much is the reason why it’s shorter now than when she was a hero.

I gotta say, I think this is one of the coolest and unique Quirks Horikoshi has come up with in a while.  It’s just so unique and imaginative!  I don’t think I could ever come up with an idea like this.  I like that her Quirk is almost like a 2-in-1 thing: the putty hair and the rifle in her arm.  They’re both different functions that work in tandem together.  I also love Nagant hero outfit!  She was rocking the long ponytail work, had a visor and antenna on her right eye for accuracy, and a belt holding her hair bullets.  She’s also freakin’ stacked as hell, but I’ll let this one slide because her design is so freaking great.  

Back to the present, Deku managed to catch the bullet, but his left gauntlet has been damaged.  So, it looks like Deku won’t be punching with his left arm unless All Might has some backup Mid-Gauntlets.  Thankfully he’s found out where Lady Nagant is based on where she shot from just twice.  She’s only about 1KM away and Deku wants to get in closer.  God, Deku is so freaking smart.  I want to know his IQ because it must be insanely high for him to figure out where a trained sniper would be after just 2 bullets.  Nagant also says that Deku’s the first one to deflect 2 of her bullets, so yeah, goddamn Deku!

Now we’re finally getting a look at Overhaul (I’m cool with calling him by his villain name instead of his real name for now btw).  Dude’s broken.  Just completely mentally broken.  I don’t think he even notices Deku.  All he can think about is how he wants to go back to his adoptive father, Eri’s grandfather, the man Overhaul put in a coma.  I thought that Overhaul would be confronting Deku himself, but it looks like he can’t.  Maybe him not being able to get his father out of his coma traumatized him real bad with a lot of guilt.  He probably wants to go back to try to heal his dad.  If he can do that, again, I wonder how now that his Quirk probably functions somewhere else besides his hands.

Anyway, Lady Nagant is kind of protecting Overhaul for now.  She most likely has a plan for him later since she mentions helping Overhaul as soon as she’s done with Deku.  Overhaul would be a useful ally since his Quirk can literally destroy and restore matter both living and non-living.  There’s also that glowing effect on her arm again.  If it’s not a taser like I thought before, then maybe it’s some kind of strength enhancer her Quirk gives her.  That arm gun has to be heavy.  IDK it’s not really explained.  

Flashing back to the Tartarus Prision Break, AFO and his ugly mug are talking to Nagant, calling her the “Traitor Hero” and how it’s an honor to meet her.  Again, Lady Nagant’s skills must be incredibly high enough to be recognize by AFO.  Also, her turning her back on Hero Society must’ve been a big story at the time.

AFO tells Lady Nagant of his plan to capture Deku as he predicted this earlier.  So, either AFO is stupidly good at predicting things or he has a future-sight Quirk like Nighteye had.  I want to say it’s the latter since AFO probably did pick up a Quirk like that sometime in the past.

Lady Nagant originally refused to listen to AFO in a very sassy way LOL!  But, AFO seems to have made a deal with her.  He even mentions that Nagant killed many of her fellow heroes to cause the fall of Pro-Hero Society.  Yeah, killing your fellow colleagues will definitely get you sent straight to Tartarus…  I REALLY need to know what made her turn to the Dark Side Anakin Skywalker style.

Also, personal theory that I highly doubt is true, but I wonder if Lady Nagant is the real “UA Traitor” not any of the students.  If she can make bullets that she can remotely talk through, then she could probably make bullets that can eavesdrop on people.  Maybe she listened in on UA and told the LoV about the training camp.  Or she was locked in Tartarus before then and I’m just projecting my hopes/fears onto her.  That could be it too.

Actually, I just realized that she could probably wrap objects around her bullets and fire them.  So, she probably wrapped a speaker around her hair and that’s how she remotely spoke to Deku.  Eh, she could still wrap some listening device around her hair and eavesdrop that way.  I’m just Pepe Silvia’ing the possibilities of Rifle at this point.

AFO uses Overhaul as an example of someone who became a victim of Pro-Heroes.  This give him enough leverage to make a deal with Lady Nagant.  So, as part of the contract, AFO granted her his Air Walk Quirk!  On paper, a passive Quirk like Air Walk doesn’t seem very useful.  But, this series has proved to us time and time again that passive/support Quirks can be just as/if not more amazing than raw-powered Quirks.  So, a Quirk like Air Walk can get Lady Nagant to so many places for her to fire her bullets.  It’s an incredibly useful Quirk for a sniper.  I do wonder what the limits of it are (because all Quirks have some sort of limitation), but I guess we’ll find that out later.  I really do wonder how Deku’s going to handle Lady Nagant and Overhaul though.  That’s going to be interesting.

Oh boy, that the chapter!  Solid chapter per usual.  Gah, my fingers hurt after typing so much.  I’m glad we got to know more about Lady Nagant!  She was a mystery for weeks, but we finally got some backstory on her.  So, some answers, but a lot of questions are left behind.  I’m actually glad we’re still sticking with Deku so far.  I still want to see Bakugo and Shoto, but we also haven’t gotten a purely Deku-centric arc for a while, so this is good.  Horikoshi truly doesn’t miss!  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be screaming about the next anime episode and Shoto Todoroki sakuga for the next week I will not apologize.         

Me @ Horikoshi every chapter:

Also, this is the Wanted scene I was talking about before:

[allthefilmsiveseenforfree]

Girls Just Want to Have Fun

It’s always fun jumping into a movie I know next to nothing about, and this requested review for Wes will be no exception. All I know is that Girls Just Want to Have Fun is an 80s teen romp with the worst photoshopped cover photo I’ve ever seen. It looks like Michael Scott put it together. I know it stars girls, AND I know what those girls want. That’s half your narrative battle right there. So do they achieve the fun they seek? Well...

They do! A lot of weird shit happens along the way, but yeah, fun is had and that’s all that really matters. God, 1985 was a simpler time. I mean, I know everyone was living in constant fear that the Russians were going to invade Kansas and we’d be faced with a neverending nuclear winter, but in the face of all that existential terror you also get movies where the entire pitch is “So there’s this girl (Sarah Jessica Parker) who wants to be a dancer on tv, but her parents don’t want to let her. But she does it anyway! And her partner is chosen for her and, boy, they do not see eye to eye. But then they do! And they have to practice a lot. And then they win the dance contest!” 

You know some studio exec heard that and screamed at his secretary to hold his calls for the day so he could sign the contracts and then do a mountain of blow off them. 

Some thoughts:

It’s so weird to see Sarah Jessica Parker without curly hair! I was never a Sex and the City fan, so my exposure to SJP is purely Hocus Pocus based.

This dance sequence over the credits is incredible. Why do we not have shows anymore that are just a large group of young attractive people dancing in sync? No host, no dialogue, just the power of dance. I was born in the wrong decade. I would have appreciated the shit out of the 80s when I was alive.

Poor Helen Hunt - she must be one of those people who always looked like she was 35, even in high school. Granted, she was 22 when this was filmed and she’s playing a teenager, but still. 

Helen Hunt is wearing dinosaurs in her hair. 80s fashion was on a wavelength that I don’t think any of us living will ever see again.

Omg this rich bitch (Natalie, I guess? She’s not named for at least the first 30 min of the movie) had Claire’s closet from Clueless 10 years before the movie existed! This is already groundbreaking.

NOW SHE HAS A BUG ON HER HAT. A big plastic green grasshopper. This review is mainly going to be about the insane things Lynne (Helen Hunt) wears.

Speaking of - I’m getting big lesbian vibes from Lynne Stone and I am so here for it. The homoerotic tension when she acts like she’s gonna fight the rich bitch? Delicious. The immediate intimate connection she makes with SJP? Practically U-Hauling. 

I love an 80s dance montage, and this movie promises to contain basically nothing but that tied loosely together with some nonsensical dialogue in between. This is gonna be my new favorite movie. 

Ooh Nestle Quik syrup! I forgot about Nestle Quik. 

Favorite line: “There is a time and a place for calypso music, young lady.”

Ohhh I see what this is gonna be - Janey (SJP) is a classically trained dancer and gymnast, and Jeff (Lee Montgomery) is more of a rough and tumble music video kinda guy from the streets. You can tell cause he’s got a motorcycle and a leather jacket. And he wears cutoff sleeves! He’s a white guy in Chicago, who could be more street than that? And they’re butting heads! How will they ever be able to make it work for the big dance contest??

How did Natalie know Janey’s phone number? She specifically said it was unlisted. Unless she remembers it from overhearing it offhand after the dance tryouts...? That’s insane, I can’t even remember what I wore yesterday let alone a 7-digit number someone shouted in a crowd.

Lynne Fashion Alert: Is she wearing a belt made out of bullets? And a Davy Crocket hat. This is galaxy brain lesbian fashion. If the costume designer for this movie didn’t win 10 Oscars...

The music director on the other hand...not sure what is up with all these weird KidzBop covers of excellent songs like “Dancing in the Street” or the titular “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” but if you’re gonna include them, you gotta spring for the originals. This is just sad. 

I’ve never been at a party with an ice sculpture. I think that’s how you know you’re among the rich. 

Whatever happened to Jonathan Silverman? I miss when he was the nebbishy sidekick in every 80s movie. 

Who enters a party by catapulting through the damn window?? Punk does not mean that you no longer know how to use doors, sir! 

Who serves a full roasted turkey at a party? Is this how rich people live? This feels like the equivalent of using Google translate to identify rich people food in another language, then translating it back to English. 

Lynne Fashion Alert: Now I think she has space shuttles in her hair.

Wow we got a real 1-2 punch of sexual harassment in this club. Who wrote this Tune in Tokyo gag and was like “You know what would be hilarious? If this shitty little nerd convinced this girl to raise her arms so he can just grab her boobs full on, front and center. And then she gets upset and runs away. God I’m good at this *snorts another line*”

Lynne Fashion Alert: Now it’s two globes (like, two Earths) with crab claws on them? This is a choice that I don’t understand, but I think I may just not be seeing what it is clearly. I am digging her mirror sunglasses though. 

I know Janey is smart but when did she learn how to hotwire a security system? It’s not like Google or Youtube existed, and I doubt there was a library book about how to dismantle that specific system. MYTH BUSTED.

Oh god oh no I’m so gay for these Dixon sisters from Kansas City, these two gorgeous black women in tuxes and spandex leotards. They 100% should have won this dance contest. 

Why did guys stop wearing crop tops? Can we bring back slutty quarterback as a fashion trend for dudes? Seriously, the costume design here is everything. 

I really love Jeff and his little family - his sister and his dad are so proud of him and supportive. You never see that in dance narratives featuring guys. I like the reversal here of gendered expectations.

Did I Cry? No, but my heart was warmed at various moments. 

Honestly, why can’t more narrative arcs in movies be solved via dance battle? 

Lynne Fashion Alert: She’s now dressed as...Cleopatra? Wait why the fuck is there a horse here? 

Oh that’s it that’s the end! Man, you can’t be mad at a tight 90 min film like this - it gets in, it gets out, bing bang boom you’re done with enough time to read before bed. 

Is this a cinematic masterpiece? No. But is it good clean fun? Absolutely. Barring the brief [obligatory 80s] sexual harassment scene, there’s very little to be upset with here. Kids wanna dance, they’re told they can’t dance, they dance anyway! It’s the power of dance! You’re either into it or you’re not, but if you’re not, I ask that you search your heart and try to find one teeny tiny sliver of joy inside it. You’re gonna need to feed that joy if you wanna make it through 2021, and watching this movie is a darn good place to start. 

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[delicatelyherdreams]

Pragma(tic) 8: He Gets Found Out (and a Phone Call)

Pairing: Persephone!Bucky Barnes x Hades!Reader

Summary: In a world where the old gods never truly died, you must learn to navigate your way through the ups and downs of immortality. And if living forever wasn’t hard enough, an ancient evil is now threatening to break free after centuries of silence. And as if that still wasn’t hard enough for you, now a pesky and infuriatingly handsome god is trying to wedge his way into your life. Gods, work, love, and conflict—what more could a goddess need? [Hades & Persephone AU]

Word Count: 2343

Warnings: Language

Pragma(tic) Masterlist

Previous 7: Her Thoughts Conflict

Bucky was rudely awoken by something grainy and bulky hitting his nose and an angry voice demanding, “What the fuck are these?”

He reached up and wrapped his fingers around the object, his skin coming in contact with smooth, familiar leather. His stomach dropped and he opened his eyes to see the pouch of seeds (y/n) had given him and Sam and Steve glowering down at him, rage emitting off both their bodies. He didn’t even know what to say.

Steve’s glare was the most intense. “Those seeds, they’re not of the Mortal World, and they’re not from Olympus. There are six seeds in here. You’ve been going down to the Underworld, haven’t you?” 

Bucky stared at the seeds, his heart gripped with terror. He didn’t know if they knew how many seeds had been in the pouch before or if they’d known that he’d been down there six times over the last three months since he’d gotten them but at this point, it didn’t matter. They knew he had them. Bucky opened his mouth but his words would not obey him.

“Haven’t you?” Steve demanded.

Shit.

“Alright,” Bucky cried. “Yes, I’ve been going down there. But you don’t understand, I—”

Sam laughed bitterly. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. After all we’ve been through, man? We were sworn to protect you and to obey your mother’s one rule: never ever deal with the Underworld. And what do you do? You do it anyways! Do you realize how that makes Steve and me look? What if your mother came back while you were on one of your little excursions and we had no idea where you were? We’re supposed to know your location at all times; she’d kill us if we lost you. And if we lost you to the Underworld? Buck, this is serious!”

Bucky hung his head. He knew it was serious and he felt incredibly guilty for putting his best friends in the position they were in now, but he couldn’t make himself regret it one bit.

Steve’s eyes cut daggers coated with disappointment through Bucky’s skull. “Your mother has one absolute rule, Buck, and that is the only rule you decide to break. And then you don’t even tell us.” His voice broke and he huffed a sigh. “We probably would have supported you, man; you just had to tell us what was going on. We can’t help you if we don’t know what’s happening.”

“I’m sorry,” Bucky whispered. “I know I shouldn’t have kept it from you guys, but I just…” He shook his head. “When I went down there the first time, there was just… It was amazing. It felt more like a home than any field has ever been. You guys are going to think that I’m insane, but there’s just something about the place that makes me feel good. I don’t know what it is, I don’t know if I’ll ever know, but it’s amazing.” Bucky looked up at his friends, apologies unspoken filling his eyes but accompanied by a resolute firmness that was unshakable. “And I’m going to keep on going down there.”

“Bucky, I—”

“No, Steve. I’m sorry, but I refuse to stop going down there. You guys can try to keep me here all you want, but I’m going to find ways around you. I refuse to leave (y/n) and there’s nothing you can do about that.”

Sam frowned in confusion, his brows furrowing and his head moving backward as he looked down at his friend. “(y/n)? Who the hell is (y/n)?”

Bucky felt his ears redden and he bowed his head. “She’s… um…”

“Never mind her right now,” Steve said, waving them off. “Bucky, look at us.”

Bucky obeyed.

Steve smiled at him sympathetically, his eyes turning kind. “Look, Sam and I have already talked about this. We’ve known you’ve been going down there for a while, now—you reek of death every time you come back. We aren’t mad that you go down there and we aren’t going to stop you. We’re mad because you didn’t trust us enough to tell us so.”

Bucky looked at his friend, awe encompassing his face. “You’re serious? You’re not going to stop me?”

“Hades no. You’re a grown man, you can make your own decisions. We just need to know when you’re going so that way, if your mother comes looking for you, we can make you an alibi and she won’t get suspicious. But we need you to tell us because she might actually smite us if we lost you.”

Sam cleared his throat, the idea of an angry Winnifred leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “Seriously, so long as you take a shower after you get back so you don’t reek and you don’t bring us back any souvenirs, we don’t care if you go down there. We care if it starts to get us in trouble and when we’re left in the dark.”

Bucky stared up at his best friends, completely astonished. “R-Really?”

“Yes. Keep going all you want, just give us a heads up.”

He couldn’t believe that they were okay with this. He’d been so afraid of being found out by them, but he’d never really had anything to fear. His face split into the widest grin ever. Clutching the bag of Asphodel seeds close to his chest, he smiled at his friends. “Thank you.”

“No problem, Buck,” Steve said sitting next to his friend. “Remember, we’re with you ‘til the end of the line and we’ll always be here to support you, no matter what stupid things you decide to do.”

Bucky laughed, but wrapped his arm around his friend’s shoulder pulling him in for a half-hug. “You’re the best; the both of you.”

Sam sat down next to him as well and smirked. “Oh, we know. Now, who’s (y/n)? Is she some spirit you found down there and fell in love with?”

Bucky’s ears reddened. “Well, not exactly.”

“Some spirit you befriended?”

“N-No, she’s—”

“And, what about Harriet?” Steve asked, his eyebrows shooting up as he scooted closer, eager to hear the story. “I thought she was the one you were sneaking off to see?”

“Will you two let me explain? Gods, you’d swear I was mute.” Bucky rolled his eyes and huffed like a child. 

Steve and Sam snapped their jaws shut and looked at him expectantly.

Bucky took a deep breath before starting. “Harriet does not exist. I made her up.”

“But I thought you just couldn’t get her out of your mind,” Steve said, his voice jumping an octave in a poor imitation of Bucky.

“There’s a different girl I can’t get out of my mind.”

“This ‘(y/n)?’”

Bucky nodded. 

Sam nodded. “So, who is she?”

This is where Bucky started to get nervous. How was he going to tell them that the girl who he thought about was the Queen of the Underworld? “Well… Um… You guys have actually met her before.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, trying so hard to figure out how to tell them who (y/n) was without them flipping their shit. “She’s… Er… She’s got unusual eyes, and you met her once… When she threw me out.”

“When she—” Sam’s eyes blew wide. “You’ve gotta be shitting me! (y/n) is Hades?”

Steve shared the same flabbergasted expression as his friend but he said nothing.

Bucky, however, was quick to her defense. “Guys, she’s not as bad as you think. She’s kind, she’s smart, she’s human. She’s probably the most amazing person I’ve ever met, immortal or otherwise. Sure, she’s cold and strict when you first meet her, but over these past few months I’ve learned a lot about her. She’s funny, she’s sarcastic, she’s complicated. There’s a lot that makes her her. And I think she gets a bad reputation because of where she lives and what she rules over. But she does her job well and is fair, kind, and just. (y/n) is amazing, and I don’t want you to think otherwise. I refuse to stop seeing her.”

Both his friends went silent for a bit, letting it sink in that their friend was mixed in with way more powerful beings than either of them had expected.

Bucky awaited their response anxiously, his confidence from defending her slowly crumbling away. He was scared. Although they were okay with letting him go down to the Underworld, they might have been less okay with him fraternizing with a goddess like her.

Time passed. It felt like hours, but it was only seconds.

Steve was the first to break the silence with a heavy sigh. Raising his head, he eyed his friend anxiously and asked, “So you’re fonduing with the goddess of the dead?”

Bucky choked. That was not the response he’d been expecting. “I’m what?”

“Fonduing. You know,” he gestured vaguely. “Is she your girlfriend? Are you guys doing the ‘do?’”

Sam barked with laughter. “Oh, my gods, Steve! Of course they aren’t!” Then, as if to confirm his allegations, he leaned towards Bucky and whispered, “You aren’t, right?”

“No! Oh my gods, (y/n) and I are just friends. We literally just got to friends. She kicked me out like five times before I even got to the friend status. I’m not going to screw that up.” Bucky smiled then when he thought about (y/n)—her reluctant smiles and her teasing nature. He was glad that he had befriended her.

Steve chuckled. “She sounds like she can carry her weight,” he mused. “Look, Buck, I’m still not crazy about you hanging around Hades, but I know I can’t stop you. So, just promise me you’ll be safe?”

“Always.” Bucky smiled and pocketed the leather bag of seeds. He was happy to have his friends’ support, and it was comforting to know that they wouldn’t stop him.

———

That night, Bucky lay in his meadow under the stars, staring up at the stars. Sam and Steve were already asleep, leaving Bucky alone with his thoughts.

Naturally those thoughts traveled to (y/n).

He wondered how she was doing right now. Was it nighttime in the Underworld? Was she asleep, or was she awake too? What could she be thinking about? Could she be thinking of him?

Bucky sighed heavily and turned onto his side. Why couldn’t he get her out of his head? Why did she occupy almost all of his waking hours? 

Because you care for her, and you just don’t know it.

Bucky wondered if that was even possible—to care so deeply about someone he knew so little about. Hell, he’d only known her for a short amount of time, but he knew that there was little he wouldn’t do for her. The Queen of the Underworld had him wrapped around her little finger and he was fine with it.

He wanted her to be happy, he wanted her to be safe, he wanted her to love and be loved.

He wondered if there was a special someone in her life, someone who could treat her like the queen she was. He hoped there was. He wanted her to experience that kind of happiness in life.

...Even if it meant it wasn’t with him.

For some reason, his heart ached at the thought of her with another. It felt like a knife was being driven through his chest and salt was being poured on the wound. It hurt him more than he expected, and so he decided to turn his thoughts away from the negative and focus on the positive.

He could see her whenever he wanted now with the seeds. And she was warming up to him! She’d told him he could go down the last time, maybe she’d invite him down the next time.

And then… Maybe he could invite her up here. He got the feeling that (y/n) rarely ever left her realm; maybe he could change that. She deserved a night on the town and Bucky would’ve been more than happy to show her around his favorite spots in the world.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he turned onto his side. The grass tickled his face and he closed his eyes as he sank into the peace. Maybe he could just go to sleep and call it all good.

But the silence surrounding him was broken by the sound of his phone ringing loudly in his pocket. It demanded his attention, screaming for him, calling him, begging to be seen. 

Bucky groaned loudly as he dug into the pockets of his pajama pants. Fishing his phone from there, he peered at the ridiculously bright screen. 

(y/n)’s caller ID was flashing on the screen, signaling that she was calling him. 

Bucky frowned, but answered the call anyway. “Hello?” he asked, his voice heavy with the sleep that never was.

The line was silent for a few seconds.

“Hello?” he called again, trying to get a response. His heart filled with worry. Why wasn’t she answering him?

“B-Bucky?”

He sat up straighter, suddenly wide awake.

She was scared; he could hear it in her voice. His protective instincts started to kick in and he clutched the phone tighter. “(y/n)? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Her voice trembled as she struggled to say, “I-I…” She couldn’t seem to even form a sentence as she stuttered.

“It’s alright, Doll. I’m here now. Use your words. What’s wrong? What do you need?”

“I… I need you.”

Her voice was broken, but Bucky was up on his feet and moving towards a vacant corner of the meadow. Jeans and a button-up shirt that matched his eyes materialized over his pajamas and he pulled her bag of seeds out of his pocket. “I’m on my way,” he said, hanging up the phone, fishing out a seed and throwing it on the ground. A hole immediately opened up and he jumped in, falling down down down to the Underworld.

Next 9: The Past Comes Back to Haunt Her

[littleblackqrow]

((I think the most frustrating part of watching people analyze the actions of characters in vol8 is that the biggest complaint is that logic is thrown out the window and I would argue that’s the point. Especially because of the perspective of the show. I really hate to keep picking on Ironwood, Qrow, and RWBY, but those characters are the ones driving the plot, so I guess we gotta.

Lets start with RWBY. They’re kids first off. WBY are all about 19-20 years old and Ruby is 17. Lets start off by saying those are ages not exactly known for smart, long term decision making. Most people that age are trying to figure out what they want to do for the rest of their lives, struggling with college, dates, drinking, sex for the first time. They’re stumbling around in adult bodies while still having more or less the mind of a teenager because society has suddenly stopped treating them like a kid and expects them to be an adult. Except instead of having to struggle with decisions about their near future, RWBY is being asked to save the world. If you think you could handle that pressure well at 17-19, you’re lying. 

Does it make their decisions right though? No. The way they treated Ozpin for hiding the worst of his abuse and the fact that his ex-wife was an insane bitch who is functionally immortal is wrong. But again, I ask you, could you handle having all that dumped into your lap in an already stressful situation? The person who should be (and rightly is) condemned for his reaction is Qrow for throwing a punch. No matter how upset you are no hitting. Once you throw a punch in that situation, you’re the bad guy. And until he makes an effort of an apology he’s the bad guy in that situation. 

The biggest problem that team RWBY has is that all of their terrible decisions throughout the show have either been rewarded, or the got bailed out from having to see the real consequences. 

Ozpin allowed Blake to hide her White Fang past and therefore missed the least subtle component of the Fall of Beacon. Things could have been significantly less bad if he’d known about their involvement and was able to send Qrow in to spy on their operations. Maybe he could have figured out what Roman or Adam was up to, realized they were working for Cinder and by extension Salem.

Ozpin allowed team RWBY to do a mission that was a couple grades too advanced for them because he knew they’d break the rules otherwise. That was a tacit acknowledgement that he thought whatever they were up to was alright, and that they had his blessings on whatever it was that they wanted to do.

The best example of terrible decision after terrible decision that RWBYJNR makes is Argus. They have no idea how they’re getting the Relic to Atlas, and they seem road blocked. Jaune suggests stealing an airship, and Qrow, the adult in the room tells them that this is a bad idea, and if it goes bad it has the potential to screw up their entire life. He’s right. The problem is that he’d run off on his bender, and therefore the kids, and we in the audience, are supposed to see this as an unreasonable suggestion. 

However, it plays out as him being right. The incredibly complicated plan did go wrong. Now, they had no reason to suspect at the time that Adam was stalking Blake at the time (and I could go into why thats perfectly ic for him at another date), but there were a lot of moving parts in this plan and literally any of them could have broken. Everything that happened after they put this plan into motion was reactionary. Cordovan, obsessed with showing the Might of Atlas (TM), jumped into the mech suit. At that point, Ruby didnt really have a choice of not breaking it. But the ensuing fight created enough general unease that it summoned a Grimm hoard.

By rights, Argus should have fallen because of their bad decisions and in spire of their best efforts. Instead, Cordovan had a change of heart at the last moment and bailed them out.

This just reinforced the flawed idea that RWBY is always in the right and directly lead to s7′s climax. They are the unstoppable force.

Now you have Ironwood, quite literally the unmovable object, which I now realize is sort of his name. Ha.

Ironwood’s behavior does not come out of nowhere. Since his appearance, he’s had problem stamped all over him. He showed up with an entire goddamn army to a supposedly peaceful event that is to promote unity and the excellence of each kingdom. His rationale is that the people are going to be impressed with his big guns and feel safe. Ozpin gently points out that those big guns also signal to people that there is something out there that those big guns are designed to shoot. 

If its not a Grimm, could it mean that Atlas intends to shoot people?

Remember we’re not even 100 years out from the last World War, one that was basically started by Atlas. People are nervous. There are still grandparents and great grandparents alive today that were kids when the Great War was happening. Not only that but we’re also made aware that Atlas has rolled in the apolitical protectors of the people, the Huntsmen, into its military. This elite fighting force that is basically above the law and can go to any country in the world whenever they want, is now part of the military. The ONLY standing military that Remnant seems to have.

All of this has obviously caused friction in the Inner Circle. Qrow is not quite and never has been quiet about his disdain for James’ heavy handed techniques. Glynda calls James’ actions a dick measuring competition, and Ozpin was trying to be gentle about it, but he was clearly telling Ironwood to get his army off his fucking front lawn. And what did Ironwood do? He’d gone around Ozpin and talked to the Vale council.  They were threatening to remove Oz fro his position because they agreed with Ironwood: he was being too passive. Ironwood even tells Glynda that he cant believe that a man he trusted for so long would just sit by and stand to the side instead of meeting the problem head on. He didnt seem to understand why Qrow would want to go gather intelligence on an operation before sending in the big guns. 

Ironwood has never been a man to put a well thought out plan with all his ducks in a row into motion. This is a man who plows through opposition at every opportunity.

And when we see him again, we can see him steamrolling through opposition again. Somehow he got himself two seats on the council. That gives him an enormous amount of power. And his position as general means that at any point he can declare an emergency and become the de facto dictator of Atlas if he deems it fit. The problem is that he’s having these arguments against Jacques Schnee a man that the audience rightly hates, so he seems reasonable. Who gives a fuck about Jacques loosing business, he’s a dickhead. We’re not noticing the fact that James is consolidating power, or that he’s using that power to make unilateral decisions with no one telling him no.

There’s no one left in the room who is able or willing to tell him that these are bad ideas, that there will be consequences that he cant foresee. His  bullish behavior lead to both Robyn Hill and Jacques Schnee running for an empty council seat, and that created the environment that we walked into in s7.

Now, not all James’ ideas are bad. The Amity Project is actually a really good one, and James is right in wanting to keep it from the general public until its near completion. But you know who should have known? The other fucking council members. Probably the candidates. Playing your cards too close to the chest when you clearly need help and allies is a bad thing. But again, James didnt even trust Ozpin to be able to run his own kingdom, so durr hurr of course he’s the only one who can take care of Amity. And run a kingdom. And run an academy. And protect an ageing, ailing Maiden. And of course he doesnt have time to treat his horrific PTSD from the Fall of Beacon.

So when things go tits up because again, of course they will with a plan that complex James Ironwood doubles the fuck down on his terrible solo decision making. Clearly, non of this is his fault. No one is listening to him. He cannot trust others to make decisions so he’s going to make all of them. There’s no one around him to tell him no, especially because the first person that tried was publicly executed. 

James is scared. He’s had a mental break because of that fear. His paranoia, his PTSD, and the fact that there’s nothing there to help him back to stability means that he’s just going to be bouncing from one terrible choice to the next. He’s Hamlet in the throes of paranoia, heading down a road that is going to get everyone, including himself killed. He is King Lear as the world crumbles around him, acting cruel and making unreasonable, horrible demands of those around him. 

Working with Watts seems like an absolutely terrible idea, but to someone who thinks that he is in control of the situation because he has to be in order to keep functioning, there’s no way that this can bite him in the ass. For James, if no one is willing to follow his orders, he’s going to make them. This attitude is probably exactly why Watts did what he did and joined Salem in the first place. 

So when you combine the unstoppable force of Team RWBY, who’s been told they’re the child saviors of the world, and who’ve been either rewarded or bailed out of their bad decisions against the immovable object of Ironwood and his absolute conviction in himself, you have the mess Atlas is in now.

Honestly I find it kind of brilliant. 

[yoddream]

walk | l.dh

pairing: Haechan x fem!reader

warnings: car accident, blood, mentions of paralysis, angst, broken bones

summary: it all happened so fast

word count: 1,972 (ik it’s short im sorry i wanna try to think of a long story with him but im a little stuck rn)

a/n: hey y’all. i’m really sorry it’s short. there are all these ideas in my phone on what to write and this was one of them so i chose to use haechan. nobody’s sending any requests in, so i’m getting stuck with my work. i’m still working on my bad body jeno one but it’s a really long one so it’s gonna be a while. i will gladly take requests (as long as it’s not smut) so please send them in! gotta get the creative juices flowin n shit

It was easier to say what didn’t hurt rather than what did. Your legs didn’t hurt, but that was because you couldn’t feel them. It was terrifying, to keep it simple. You couldn’t even remember what had happened. You and Donghyuck were driving home from dinner with your friends. You kept your eyes on the road even though wanted to look at your best friend and admire him as he sang along to the songs that were floating from the speakers. His car was in the shop, so you were driving him home. There was a flash of lights—

Right. A car had swerved into your lane. You turned the wheel to avoid getting hit, but instead the car rolled a couple times before landing on the roof. That’s where you were now: upside down in the middle of the road. You didn’t know where the other car was, but you knew they weren’t as bad as you two.

“Y/N. Y/N!” Donghyuck shouted.

“I’m here, Hyuck,” you assured him. “I’m here.”

“Oh, thank god. I was worried you were passed out or—” He didn’t have to finish that sentence for you to understand what he had been thinking.

“Good thing I refused to leave until you buckled your seatbelt, huh?” you joked.

There was a rough chuckle. “Only you would find now is a good time to make jokes.”

You paused. “I’m scared, Hyuck.”

“I am too, but we’re gonna get out of this,” he promised you. “We’re gonna get out, we’re gonna walk away from this, and we’ll take that road trip you’ve been planning since the beginning of high school.”

“I can’t feel my legs.”

The car slowly lit up as emergency vehicles got closer. “Then I’ll wheel you away, but we’re getting out.”

“Hyuck, I’m tired.”

“No, no, no, do not close your eyes. Stay with me, Y/N. Please, stay with me,” he begged.

“I’ll try, but I really wanna sleep,” you stated.

“You’ll be able to sleep at the hospital but I need you to stay awake for me, doll. I know you can do it.”

You could hear him tell the EMTs to get you out first, but your eyes refused to stay opened. You mumbled an apology before completely losing consciousness. The last thing you remembered was the flash of yellow from a firefighter’s jacket.

///

Donghyuck wanted to see you so badly, but you were in surgery, and he had a broken arm that needed to be set before put in a cast. He knew absolutely nothing, and it was driving him insane. He and Renjun were your only emergency contacts, so the other boy was on his way to the hospital. You lost contact with your parents as soon as you had turned eighteen, tired of their disapproval with every decision you made, whether it was the friends you made or however you decided to change your hairstyle. Donghyuck and the rest of the guys were all you had.

You and Donghyuck had met in the third grade when you moved to the neighborhood. He’d immediately pulled you into his friend group consisting of Chenle, Jaemin, Jeno, Jisung, and Renjun. It was a wide variety of personalities, yet you somehow managed to get along with all of them. They felt there was no one else in the world that could cackle with Chenle one minute and have deep conversations with Renjun the next. No one could stand Jaemin’s affection as much as you, and no one could sit with Jeno for hours upon hours listening to music without speaking like you. You were the reason Jisung was able to break out of his shell and get a girlfriend, and you were the reason Donghyuck was a ray of sunshine.

“Hyuck!” He looked up and found Renjun’s head bobbing through the busy emergency room. “Hyuck, what happened? Where’s Y/N?”

“We were—we were in a car accident. It rolled. Renjun, I—” Donghyuck was at a loss for words.

“Do you know if she’s going to be okay?”

“There was so much blood. She lost so much. She’s in surgery right now, but I don’t know what they’re working on. She couldn’t feel her legs.”

Renjun’s eyes were shining with unshed tears, a rare sight. He nodded before taking his phone out, muttering something about calling the others. He was about to step away when a hand shot out and grabbed his arm. He looked up and frowned. There was fear written all over Donghyuck’s face; the boy didn’t want to be left alone at all.

The two of them sat on the bed as they waited for either the doctor or their friends to show up, whoever came first. Even though his arm was broken, Donghyuck felt numb. He just wanted to see you, to hold your hand, to hear your laugh again. He wanted all of that, but he couldn’t get it. He didn’t know if he ever would.

The guys ended up arriving at the same time the doctor needed to help Donghyuck with his arm. Renjun filled them in quickly before going to sit with him while his arm was set. He was silent through the whole thing, and the doctor seemed concerned by the lack of reaction.

“Did you feel that?” she asked.

Donghyuck shrugged. “Probably.”

“He’ll definitely feel it later,” Renjun assured her. “Right now, uh, our best friend is in surgery. We don’t know how it’ll turn out.”

She nodded in understanding. “Okay. Well, I’m going to write you a prescription for some pain medication. Take it every four hours if needed. There are no refills, so if you run out or feel you need something with less strength, take some ibuprofen.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Renjun said as he took the paper.

They headed back to the emergency room to sit with their friends as they waited for your surgeon to appear with whatever news she had. Renjun was pacing, never one to sit still. Jisung was asleep in Jeno’s lap, his whole body curled up. Chenle was playing a game on his phone to keep himself distracted, but he looked to Jisung to check on him every few minutes. Jaemin was a few feet away, trying to work the coffee vending machine. Donghyuck watched people filter in and out of the waiting room for hours until the sun rose. When he heard your name called, he stood up so quickly he almost fell over from the blood rush.

“How is she? Is she okay?” he asked as the others woke up and joined him.

“Everything went well. She lost a lot of blood, but we managed to stop it. We, unfortunately, don’t know when she’ll wake up. With all the injuries she sustained, it could range from a couple hours to a couple days,” the surgeon explained.

“What about her legs? Hyuck said she couldn’t feel them,” Renjun stated.

She paused. “One of the lumbar vertebrae was fractured in the accident, and it’s currently compressing onto her spinal cord. Right now, she’s in a brace to take some pressure of her spine, but we can’t perform any surgery until she’s well enough.”

“Can we see her?” Chenle asked.

“Unfortunately, only family can.”

“We are her family,” Donghyuck said.

“I understand that you’re worried, but unless you’re her actual family—”

He cut her off. “Damn it, she doesn’t have family! We’re all she has!”

A silence fell upon the whole room, and it took him a couple seconds to realize what he’d done. He started apologizing profusely, but she simply smiled and shook her head.

“Don’t worry, I get it. I’ll let the nurses know that you all are considered family.”

She gave them directions to your room. They didn’t hesitate to rush down the hallway, but not before yelling out their thanks. When they reached your room, it took them a moment to realize that they were looking at you. Your face was covered in bruises, and there were quite a few butterfly bandages on your cheeks and forehead. Your arms were wrapped in gauze, and your torso was in a giant brace. You were almost unrecognizable.

Donghyuck grabbed a chair and dragged it to your bedside. He reached out his good hand and grabbed your own, careful of the cuts that were on your skin. Jaemin grabbed the other chair, letting Jeno sit on the arm of it. The others stood at the end of the bed, seemingly scared to step closer.

“Jesus, Y/N. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?” Jeno mumbled.

The only response was the rise and fall of your chest.

///

It was a process trying to wake up. First, you felt the pain in your back. Next, you heard the heart monitor that you were strapped to. Then, you smelled the sterile air of the hospital. Finally, you opened your eyes, squinting against the sunlight. You looked around and spotted Jaemin and Chenle sitting by the window. Chenle looked over first, a wide smile stretching across his face.

“Hey, you’re awake!” he announced.

Jaemin’s head whipped around, his eyes wide with shock. He grinned as well and walked over. His hand reached up to push the hair from your face as he asked how you were feeling. You whined in discomfort, knowing he understood to an extent how much pain your back was in. As glad as you were to talk to them, there was somebody more important you needed to see.

“Where’s Hyuck?” you asked. When they didn’t answer right away, you started to panic. “Where is he?”

“I’m right here.”

You looked to the door and sighed with relief when your eyes landed on your best friend. His arm was in a cast and sling, and there were a few cuts and bruises on his face, but he was otherwise okay. He rushed forward and hugged you as gently as he could before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Told you we would make it out of there,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, sounds like I might walk away too,” you replied.

When he pulled away, there was a fond smile on his face. “Good, because you’re heavy.”

Gasping, you reached out to hit his good arm. He yelped and whined about how it wasn’t fair, but you rolled your eyes and called him a big baby. He turned to complain to Chenle and Jaemin, but to your surprise, they were gone.

“Huh. Wonder when they left,” you commented.

Sitting down, Donghyuck took your hand in his and squeezed lightly. “You really scared me, you know.”

You nodded. “I know. I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to get hit, so I turned the car so I would—”

“Wait, what?” His eyes widened in surprise at your words.

“When—when the car hit us. I turned the car so it would hit me,” you admitted.

He frowned, his eyes glistening with tears that you knew he would do his best to hold back. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I love you, dumbass.” After what you’d gone through, you didn’t want to hold it in anymore. “I love you so fucking much. If you died, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

“And you think I would’ve just lived my life like nothing?” he argued. “No, no way. I would be absolutely crushed. So don’t go talking like my heart wouldn’t be broken if I lost my other half.”

He kissed the back of your hand and added, “As soon as you’re out of here, I’m dating you so hard. I’m talking fancy dinners with candles and everything.”

You tried to fight back the smile that was threatening to spread across your face, but it couldn’t be stopped. “Good, because I don’t want anyone else to.”

[dipplie]

Temporary list of my stories and OC’s until one day I make a comprehensive and well made list:

Blinded:

Polli: My oldest OC and fun fact was my persona till she become edgy and I wasn’t 12 anymore. Everyone’s favorite yes yes I’m aware. Yellow, energetic, eats dirt and bugs, I can’t tell if she’s evil because of a wisp possession or just crazy. Breaks the 4th wall. Is she a Mary Sue???????? Who knows.

Melody: NOT Polli’s girlfriend despite Polli’s delousions. Has an abusive mom :(. Only has one eye and then no eyes and then robot eyes or smthn idk she becomes a badass when she gets older. But otherwise trembling in her shoes all the time.

Melodys Mom/Sharren: Bitch. Okay well all I’ll say is she’s old and grumpy and probably smells bad.

Louise: Total hotty, rich kid, FtM, got bullied as a kid for his weight. Had a squad of fans basically in high school. Lived with his mom after his parents got a divorce but his mom was semi abusive, projected her femininity onto him, and wouldn’t have been supportive of his transition, so between middle and high school he went to live with his dad and got his sex change and testosterone. His best friend in elementary and middle school stopped talking to him after his transition, and became his competition for the most attractive and sought after boy in school (except Louise is a sweetheart while his friend Tommy is a dick and really gross) His dad runs a company that specializes in technology, and after meeting and falling in love with Melody (even after all her abusive trauma and losing both her eyes) he has his dad and some of the developers create a way to get her vision back and I mean honestly I love him how could you not love him he’s so perfect.

Watching:

Fick: Big nerd boy with thick glasses. I feel like he’d use Reddit but don’t quote me on that. Big crush on Vivinya. Boy don’t wander into the woods- oh look dead body with a curse on it don’t touch it- aaaand now he has a wisp that makes him kill people, way to go kid. Panic attack central.

Vivinya: True crime girl, yucky yucky. Probably had a knife collection. “uwu I’m insane” except she actually is and starts using Fick to kill people for her and treats him like her “Yandere boyfriend” or something cringe and gross oh god. She deserves jail. JAIL. Needs to learn guys need to give consent too. Just overall sucks 1/10.

Tommy: I mentioned him early to be Louises ex best friend and rival. He used to have a crush on Louise actually but that don’t excuse being a BITCH!!!! Also needs to learn people gotta give consent he is just as gross as Vivinya. Cheats on all the girls he gets with because he’s again, a bitch. Idk if he deserved to get murdered though I mean he was still a teenager but it’s fine. Thinks of the song Seventeen from Heathers actually this story does feel a tad reminiscent of heathers with vivinya being a crazy and wanting to off a bunch of students. Huh.

Suzannie: Tommy’s older sister who’s a detective. What a coincidence. Monotone and depressed. Probably because her little brother got murdered. Gets real awkward when she’s talking about her brothers murder(s) to Fick and Vivinya like “when I find who did this to him they’ll regret being born”. Kind of really pretty actually.

Adolescents (there isn’t actually a story here yet but don’t worry about it shhhh):

Nelson: HIMBO HIMBO H- Jock stupid idiot big dork god he’s so awkward and his main personality trait is having a crush on Naomi and being a dork when talking to her. Probably could benchpress you.

Naomi: Gamer or something and a nerd geek. Her main personality trait is having a crush on Nelson and also being a dork when talking to him. Probably a weeb and fandom dweller. Can’t draw but she commissions artists to draw. She does write copious amounts of fanfiction though.

Andrés: Ohhh the school bad boy babyyyy. Baseball bat with nails in it or something. There’s like... A thing between him in Charlotte and he wants to be a thing but she’s being difficult and makes it hard to talk to her or about her and ugh.

Charlotte: Princess, high school princess. She’s actually pretty nice when you get to know her- but she’s a diva. Ballerina after school. Best friends with Naomi and doesn’t know what she’s talking about when she mentions ships or OTPs but she listens anyways because she’s a good friend. There’s like... A thing between her and Andrés but she doesn’t know if she’s super into him but geez he’s really hot but she gets such mixed responses when she asks her friends about it and what if it doesn’t work outttt.

Marlon: They/Them but they’re okay with either pronouns they aren’t sure yet, he or she is okay... Box boy box boy. Autism... He doesn’t want to admit He’s attracted to men but he’s totally attracted to men. He lives alone which is probably illegal for his age but somehow he manages. Everyone thinks he’s “the quiet kid” and he’s really sad about it no don’t make jokes like that please guys ahh-

Sing for Me:

Kat: The color pink, addahadda(adhd), angry and loud and short. For being only like 10 and being an adorable little lesbian dressing in sparkly pink dresses she actually likes screaming a lot and would totally sing heavy metal if her producers let her. Loud and mad but gets so soft around her girlfriend. “If anything happens to Brie I’m killing everyone in this room and then myself”.

Brie: French... Birds and stuff. Loves her girlfriend even though she is so loud. So fast. So much. Likes to write pretty things. Is only like an inch taller than Kat. Filled with so much love for everything.

Elliot: The girls manager. Lots of coffee. Stressed out of his MIND please help this man. Probably gay. Seems like a smug dick but he is just a tall and lanky dork that loves puppies and wants nothing more than for Kat and Brie to be happy. Accidentally brands them as sisters and then Kat kisses Brie and- oh fuck oh shit oh no what has he done. Hides the fan and non fan responses from them. Poor guy.

Horror Hosts:

Ichabod: Hot demon who’s the son of the current ruler of hell or something. I mean he’s hot, smart, and royalty, what more do you want. I very specifically hear the dub voice of Kyoya Ootori from OHHC as his voice don’t @ me. Goat legs????? Yeah??? Don’t be rude.

Barnabie: Ohhhhhhhhh big orc teddy bear I’m crying I love him????? He puts up a more confident ploy and the given stereotypical personality orcs supposedly have but he’s just a shy boy that wants to give girls flowers and call boys pretty. Help him.

Garrison: Gary Burger. Fat hairy gay man. I mean werewolf. Wouldn’t it be funny if I made the whole werewolf thing backwards and made him transform into a HUMAN only on the full moon??? Party animal, pun absolutely intended. LOUD AND FUNNY he’s a dork. Bites. Horny on main Garrison please you’re supposed pamper and flirt with the guests but not quite that much.

Vincenzo: Token Vampire but he’s Italian because I felt like it. Talk and lanky of course. Bitch face. Blood coffee? Yeah lots of coffee. Tired. Let him sleep in Ichabod. Steps on people. Can summon and reanimate corpses but has a bitter attitude towards them because they get annoyed with him as much as he gets annoyed with- everyone else. He does have a soft spot but idk where it is. When he’s talking to guests he’s more suave and sexy though.

Kai: Genderfluid haha get it because slime fluid-... I’ll stop. Probably objectively the hottest because they can look anyway they want and shift their vocals to sound like almost anything, also probably objectively the best in bed (if you’re okay with the texture of Jell-o) and honestly come on save some for the rest of us it’s not fair. This boy can SING oh my god seranade me and whisper in my ear baby. Spunky and sassy.

Hallvor: BABY OCTOPOD BOY OHHHHH I LOVE HIM HE’S SO SWEET AND IS AN ANGEL DARLING BOY SO EMBARRASSED SO SHY SOFTEST VOICE OHHH- ohhh nooo he’s got a knife ohhhhh Hallvor baby don’t be like that ohhhh... Used to work in hentai actually (I wonder why) but quit because of immoral practices and good for him we love that. Okay he’s not actually a yandere or whatever but he DEFINITELY wants to squeeze you a little too hard and has those crazy eyes.

Carla: Main character of this OHHC monster clone. She sucks I don’t like her because listen listen she kills monsters as a living and when she tries to kill our boys here, Ichabod catches her and goes “no” but then the rest (not knowing her murderous intent) fall in love with her and Ichabod is like: “shoot well I’ll keep you alive and around but I’m watching you” and blah blah romance and feelings and character development and wow she seems like she’s grown to care about them... So Ichabod removes a curse he put to prevent her from harming them or leaving... AND THEN SHE STABS THEM ALL IN THE BACK IM CRYING. I mean she might have an extra reason for needing to kill them but I haven’t decided if I want to actually put it in the story yet so.

Fingertips:

Maria/Marianna: Was this goth angry chick and the head of these losers but after a failed heist, fire, and being betrayed and dropped from a window on a 3rd or 4th story down into flames, and going to the hospital and changing her name, she changed totally and become a soft pretty girl... And then the next three boys went “HEY BOSS WE FOUND YOU” and she went “oh no” and now she’s just an anxious wreck like “no no no no no I don’t shoot people in the face anymore no no no no no” And has a fear of hands. Also was Diamontés best friend in primary school and yes all these characters went to the K-12 school all the other characters do/did. Pretty voice. The story is mostly about her being anxious around all the other characters because who was it that betrayed her and dropped her into the flames below? Find out next week on th-

Nikki: He’s that character that you see and immediately go “oh he’s gross and is angry and is a bitch” and you’re right he is and has a cockney accent and screams a lot and probably swings a knife around a lot, but he’s got a sweet interior (somewhere in there... somewhere) Screamo heavy metal. Him and the rest of these character briefly talked about having a band and then they didn’t and then at the end of the story they do and although he plays guitar mostly, if he does do lead vocals he screams a lot. Bitch.

Anthony: Pretty boy but like the “was in the army” pretty boy vibe. Probably played football in highschool. Pyromaniac. Punches Nikki a lot. Almost gives himbo vibes sometimes, almost. Kind of likes the old timey cozy aesthetic. Plays the piano sometimes but “oh I’m not very good at it” Plays extremely well

Diamonté: TALL. Purple goth boy aesthetic hellll yeahhhh. CRAZY EYES AND THEY SPEAK VOLUMES WATCH OUT. Drums. The scary kind of quiet because he just smiles at you. Crowbar. Okay but he’s actually really sweet though. Secretly loves watching Anthony and Nikki get into fights so that’s why he rarely puts a stop to it. I think he’s a sadist. Can be a gentle giant, but can also be a not so gentle giant. The only time he’s really talkative is after copious amounts of booze.

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: Literally a pimp and he’s pretty gross. Blonde hair and pink and white clothes.

Unnamed/Undesigned 2: Chick that likes to throw knives and be angry and threatens Marianna a lot but in a quiet and monotone way, Marianna is pretty scared and hopes that these are just shallow threats uhhhhh.

Unnamed/Undesigned 3: Sells guns (without a lisence of course) and wears a bandana over his face a lot. Tired. Grumpy.

Unnamed/Undesigned 4: Like Marianna, was cold hearted and cool but then got caught in the fire and got all soft. He only has one eyes but how sweet his eyepatch is a heart. Recoved along side Marianna and they are good friends good friends tha- wait Marianna are you going back with them oh god you can’t do that oh dear oh no oh-

(I don’t have a story or name for these two but they’re my comfort ship OC’s and my current hyper fixaction right now):

Rodriquéz: I literally designed him with almost all the traits I find attractive in a guy other than freckles so as you can imagine I find him super HOT. I also designed his personality on what I find attractive from a guy so as you can imagine I find him super GREAT. But anyways he’s grumpy and closed off and monotone and smug. I really could go on for hours about how I want him to step on me I’m so sorry guys. Both him and Samantha give the “21 and having immature fun” vibes. They’re a thing but they like going to bars together and splitting off and doing their own thing (or doing someone else’s thing if you get what I mean haHhahHhahGahGhaha-) But so help them if anyone doesn’t oblige by the “no” from one of these two, someone’s gonna get beat up.

Samantha: (She literally just my personality shhhhh don’t tell anyone it’s a secret) Bubbly, energetic, a little shy by extroverted, bombshell blonde or something? It took me way too much time and effort to design her but I’m really happy with how I finally designed her, I love her outfit. She could kick me in the face and I’d say thank you. Girly drinks at the bar. Got that trauma and anxiety™️ secretly though. Skips and jumps a lot. As I’m typing this I keep looking up at the drawing of her and more and more I would want her to also step on me.

(Space Story I don’t have a nice title for):

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: So... Funny story this story originally was with me and uh... My ex I guess... So I gotta replace the MC’s... Whoops ahaha... Awkward. But anyways the MC is a robot and a girl and is a slight tsundere or smthn.

Unamed/Undesigned 2: Has a space ship, works for this organization in space that protects the galaxy. Is cocky, lazy, sly, oblivious, and an idiot. The love interest- obviously. Probably accidentally committing space crimes. (Like space pirating hAHAHA-) Kind of cool when he wants to be.

Dandelion/Dandy: CAT. WITH A JET PACK. Kind of an asshole. Fun fact used to be Polli’s cat but then when the Second MC crash landed on earth she was like “fuck this noise I’m going with space boy laterz” (okay she can’t talk but she thought it).

Zizii: Lesbian alien? Yeah???? Okay but I mean her main character trait is being a dorky back alley doctor and engineer obsessed with the MC because they’re a sentient robot with emotions and a lazer arm and rocket boots WOW!!!!!!!!

Story I want to revive:

So I had a story I started writing a long time ago about this tech theatre kid that had a crush on this other theatre kid character, but in a play that other character has to kiss another person for the show, and as the story progresses the MC convinces themselves that it isn’t just a play and that their crush actually loves and is kissing that other kid. And in the play, that other character is supposed to die. Show night comes along and they die, but like actually, and by the hands of the MC (Idk maybe like a light falls on em or smthn). So it’s a grotesque scene the audience sees as just an act. (Mutters I dunno I think my idea’s cool...) So I’ve been wanting to design these characters and work more on the story but I’m busy being obsessed with Rodriquez and Samantha so. (And the Horror Host Club too I love them too still).

Other Characters that either don’t have a specific story or are kind of like background characters:

Jacqueiliquinne Merril: Sara Berry vibes from 35mm (go look up The Ballad of Sara Berry, maybe like an animatic idk the first one that comes up is nice) But otherwise rich, pretty, popular, bitch. Tries to like, steal Louise from his squad and it’s like bro that’s unnecessary who hurt you that’s so rude. She gives Nui from Kill La Kill Vibes too. Oh she knows her name is long and annoying but you have to say the whole thing.

Brianna: Jaqueiliquinne’s sister. Big titty goth gf??? She’s pretty popular too and kind of a bitch too but to a much lesser degree. Her and he sister throw hands a lot when no one is around, you know, “THEY GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGGG”.

The Louise Fan Club: 4 characters I haven’t named yet. One writes fanfiction of Louise and shares it with the others and with him sometimes and although he thinks it’s a bit weird he also finds it a tad endearing and supports her. One is an aspiring photographer and is constantly asking Louise to model for him. One is an artist and draws Louise all the time. And one is an aspiring musician who writes songs based of Louise’s relationships which again he finds a little weird but endearing and supports her.

The Jacquiliquinne Merril Fan Club: Genderbent-ish (I say ish because one of the characters is a little bit less defined gender wise) versions of the Louise Fan Club. Yes I’m lazy, and no they don’t get along with them, infact they hate each others club with a passion. 

Unnamed/Undesigned: I wanna make some hacker kid just because I wanna have one.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I also really wanna have a super cutesy magical girl and then a really super duper generic boring character probably like star vs the forces of evil idk I never watched that show but it looks cute.

Me: I exist in the universe fukc you I can do what I want it’s my story and I get to chose the who also if you wanna be in the mess of a universe go ahead draw yourself with my OC’s I allow and encourage and appreciate it. I literally made the Horror Host Club as a sort of Harem story and you are absolutely allowed to make out with them if you’re a monster fucker DO it GO ahead it’s canon.

and that is ALL I have FOR now Knowing me I’ll make like 12 more characters by July, and I mean I need more characters for the high school anyways so...

[divine-draws]

okay i had a whole google doc that i wrote a buncha shit but imma try to CONDENSE it and make my ideas more clear bc there was some wishy washy in there. BUT dabihawks ice skating au bc im gay for that shit. all of it under the cut bc this shit is gunna get LONG. buckle in fuckers. ALSO FEEL FREE TO ASK ME ABOUT this i will be happy to answer shit :3c

SO fair warning before we begin. i know shit about ice sports. im like 1) not THAT educated nor have i legit participated though ive always wanted to and 2) this is just self indulgent so like if i dont get shit right or whatever dont come at me bro. im here to have FUN and live a bit vicariously. also as for location of all this shit i dont know and dont care and am american so my perspective on things are skewed. anyway cw: abuse mention

so dabi (touya) is a previous figure skater

he’s a figure skating prodigy 

enji was a pro hockey player (id say figure skating but this man was BUILT like a brick shithouse idk man) has a lot of championships under his belt but doesnt even begin to touch the legacy of his one sided rival yagi toshinori

him and rei meet and marry at a young age. she like.. actually liked him then?? shit was kinda okay but things kinda.... got bad quick. the abuse etc was ... yeah. she ends up having dabi and fuyumi (they’re twins babeyy) at a young age too and kinda doesnt feel like she can get out of her horrible marriage 

we wont dwell too much on the bad part of all of this though. anyway rei was a figure skater

p well known and known for her fucking GRACE god she moved so well on the ice.

she was so beautiful and spoke through her movements and enji loved that... and so as a hockey player and with a (now previous) figure skater wife he was like aight my kids WILL take up an ice sport and be the FUCKING BEST

dabi isnt made for hockey. enji tries to get him into it but it’s... nah... fuyumi isnt the best with figure skating. she’s good!! and her and dabi do some pair skating when they’re younger but it’s.. hm. dabi is the one with the clear talent here. (fuyumi is a beast on the ice when it comes to hockey though. will dominate. but she kinda... didnt really continue with it)

enji isnt PLEASED that his son isnt gunna be a hockey player but he still values figure skating and will fucking make sure he’s the BEST at it. and so the brutal training starts. he gets some good coaches and also takes up the coaching mantle 

the thing is.. rei was amazing as a skater but her body just... wasnt really made for all of that??? and dabi unfortunately kinda inherited that. his body hates the impacts and such. he’s amazing at figure skating. he has a grace similar to his mothers but there’s something more fierce to him. 

and honestly !!! he gets far!!

also natsuo comes around. he’s a bit too clumsy for either sport and resents the fact that him and fuyumi are neglected by their father. he also loves touya and gets so pissed seeing his brother so hurt

and shouto is born and this kid was made to be on the ice. he’s skating from the moment he can fucking stand on his own.

obvs enji’s attention is split but it’s mainly on touya who is winning championships and GOING places but it’s still not good enough

anyway idk how far he goes?? but it’s the biggest competition yet and on ice mid routine he lands wrong

one thing leads to the next and he’s pretty much medically retired from a young age. he can skate. he can still kinda preform but he cant do what he used to at ALL and he cant keep up with the brutal pace enji sets. there’s a lot of trying to push him still and it’s just.. not happening

for all it’s worth dabi is kinda glad he isnt doing it anymore. but he fears for his babies brother. shouto is a natural and while yes being a professional athlete of any sort is brutal on your body, his body is a lot more capable

but like touya before, shouto is pushed to his absolute limits. bleeding and injuries and puking his guts out from being pushed too far

there’s a lotta resentment but he still pushes through w skating. 

(side note but there DEF is some todomido/tododeku w hockey player izuku who ends up being coached by THE yagi toshinori and who helps shouto out w making shit his own)

anyway so in the end dabi ends up working at a rink tho lol

it’s p much owned by shigarai and run by the lov (who in this au end up making their own little ragtag unofficial local hockey team p much and play games against other teams like them)

despite his father’s whole career, dabi does enjoy playing hockey with these dipshits

but yeah he enjoys his time working at the rink, fucking around and sleeping in random places and sometimes running the zamboni

he’s also best frenemies with shigaraki. they get along and both deal with a shitty upbringing and despite some slight animosity they both would kill if someone fucked w the other 

(also at some point dabi DEF teaches some little kid classes lol)

also dabi does sometimes skate his own routines from time to time. only when he’s alone really. though fuyumi has a pass to be there though he will gripe still

SO HAWKS AM I RIGHT??

now there is a couple ways to go with this and somewhere in me there is an au with hockey player hawks who takes skating lessons from figure skater dabi BUT

i think for this au we’ll just say he was a figure skater from the get go

i think he WANTED to do hockey as a kid. like shouto he’s also a fucking natural and was skating as soon as he could fucking stand and walk. and he looked up to enji and kinda wanted to take up hockey but 

listen,,, trans hawks. who wanted to be like todoroki enji and be a pro hockey player. shit just.. didnt work like that though and besides he’s a tiny dude and god he’d be fucking obliterated 

he kinda is self taught and the ice is his escape from his shitty home life

idk how this works but listen gotta tie in the commission somehow???

he’s scouted or whatever for figure skating at a very young age and his mom is happy to take the heavy scholarships and happy to sign him over to skate for these ppl and have them push him to be The Best

and this kid is FAST. he’s fast and is insane with his jumps and stg it almost looks like he’s FLYING (which gets him the nickname hawks)

the coaches are brutal and shit sucks and a lot of the time it kinda sucks the life out of the sport but he still enjoys it

he has a love for outfits that legit have flare to them (also im thinking of johnny weir’s one outfit w the feathers but yknow instead of white they are RED) and while he does do routines to boring ass music he mainly likes doing shit different (also dabi was p much forced the whole time to do shit to that boring ass music but on his own he’d use his own music taste to skate to)

and he’s good!! he GOES places. he’s like makes it to the olympics at a young age and is one of THE youngest gold medalists for figure skating

im sure somewhere along the line him and dabi DID meet. it was at some competition and hawks was VIBRATING bc there’s ENJI and he wants and autograph and oH GOD IS THAT HIS SON??? he’s HOT. (and at this time dabi still had his red hair and like no piercings and what little ones he had they were out but this dumbass will not recognize him later on)

but god he needs to chill TF out or he will fuck up in the competition 

he hears about dabi’s whole accident and like feels for him but again it’s not like they were friends. there was more of a slight rivalry and they barely spoke if they did

but so idk like.. between seasons hawks finds himself going like nearly every day to this rink.. aka shigaraki’s rink (also sidenote but lbr it’s really run by shirakumo who kinda has to fucking herd the cats w this group)

as frenemies dabi and shigaraki share their distaste for some of these pro athletes (tho some get a pass) and kinda complain about hawks a bit tho like..... shigaraki cant complain TOO much bc of the money from hawks renting out the rink for a few hours almost every day

dabi is too gay for this shit when he actually sees hawks in action. rip him 

tbh they dont really interact tho (besides dabi telling him to gtfo the rink or he’ll run him over with the zamboni) until one day that hawks catches dabi skating

he was done and should have been gone but he forgot something on the bleachers and then he sees dabi and.. oh boy he’s GAY AF

and also dabi is RLLY GOOD???

and so hawks makes a FOOL of himself and startles the poor guy and p much presses all the wrong buttons w asking why he doesnt compete or something

and i mean im sure they had some SLIGHT progress w talking before. nothing significant but god the walls go RIGHT THE FUCK UP and dabi is pissed

tbh dabi was gunna get to the point where he LEGIT talked to him and maybe lowkey asked him out (he says this but shigaraki calls his bluff) and now there is no way. he storms off and tries to avoid him so hard

and hawks tries to corner him a bit but after some time he does manage to corner him and be like pls just let me take you out to dinner to make up for that shit????

aaand dabi accepts bc listen okay he cant say no to free food ??? like he’s kinda pissy w this guy but also.. listen he has EYES 

anywayyy p much this just leads to them dating

hawks DEF looks him up and watches all the vids of him and like the idiot he is realizes that he met him before ( “oh my GOD i know you” “uh… we’re dating i hope u know me?????”  “nO I MEAN WE MET AT (insert comp)”)

but before that dabi did like tell him some shit. mainly about like how he used to skate blah blah and the whole thing that ended all of that

he doesnt really delve too deep into like his shitty childhood until well later

idk what leads to it but the convo finally comes up and it’s so draining for dabi and hawks is horrified and ready to fight his dad (“listen i just sharpened my skates i’ll just-”)

anyway some side things bc this is long and i will answer questions on this tho

rumi is a women’s pro hockey player and fuyumi who actually follows hockey and shit has the BIGGEST crush on her (they end up together)

also natsuo comes to see one of the leagues games (he hasnt really seen them play tbh?? he hears about it from dabi but he lives like at least a few hours away on campus and is going for med school so rip him) and like he meets shigaraki and anyway dabi is losing his FUCKING MIND bc his best frenemy/boss and his younger brother are FLIRTING. RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM???

dabi and hawks are really gay together and have skated together by this point and made out on ice a few times and shigaraki was miserable and is like “NOW U KNOW!!” and dabi is pissed bc “yEAH BUT THAT”S MY LITTLE BROTHER??? IT”S NOt thE SAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” 

[crutchie-with-a-y]

Hiya Sophie🥰 how are you? Could I please request Jack Kelly x reader where he’s being touchy and begging for them to love him but reader is busy with school so they don’t give him enough attention? And then Jack gets super quiet and when reader is done with hw, reader feels super bad about not giving Jack enough attention, they treat Jack with cookies they’ve made and talk about this and the two of them end up cuddling the whole night sharing sweet kisses. Jack lays his head on reader’s chest🥺

Hey! I’m doing pretty good, what about you? Thank you for the request! Sorry for the wait, I’ve been a little pre-occupied, but I hope this is something like what you had in mind! <3

“Haha, yeah we’ll see you later, Finch!” You laughed and waved as your friend said his goodbyes and turned down his street. 

“Oh thank GOD he’s gone!” Your boyfriend, Jack, said as soon as Finch was out of earshot. You and him and about a dozen other friends always walked home after school together, one by one peeling off from the group as they reached their streets. Finch was the third to last to turn onto his street, which left you and Jack to walk the rest of the way to your homes, (which is actually how you started dating in the first place). Jack, who was usually happy to have friends around, had seemed restless to get away from the group today, and once he was positive Finch couldn’t see or hear you, he pinned you against the stone wall the two of you were passing on the sidewalk. He passionately kissed you and for a moment you completely lost yourself in his rough lips that tasted of cherry coke and the cigarette he had shared with Race at lunch. Then you reminded yourself that you had some homework to complete and a test to study for. 

“Jack,” You gasped when he pulled back for air and began to nibble at your ear. “Jack, Jack I don’t have time.” Jack pulled back without removing his hands from where they held your wrists against the wall and squinted at you.

“What are you talking about?” You snapped your wrists forward and glared at him as you began to walk again, him following at your side with the same look on his face.

“I have homework.” Jack stopped completely and you turned back to look at him. 

“The fuck you don’t,” Jack said, obviously pissed at you, and that was rare, so it made you pretty uncomfortable, you had to admit. “You finished your math in class, you told me at lunch. Your history project isn’t due for a literal month and you’re already almost done with your poster. You wrote this week’s homework essay for English on Monday night.” He walked slowly, listing everything off on his fingers. 

“Well there is more math,” You said defensively, as the pair of you turned a corner onto your block. 

“More math? What the-oh my god the EXTRA CREDIT PACKET?!” He looked at you like you were insane and you bit your lip and looked at the concrete. “Y/N, you’re a straight-A student. You don’t need the extra credit. And even if you still wanted it ‘just in case,’“ He imitated you as he followed you up the stairs to your front door. “You literally have all semester to turn it in, and it’s FRIDAY. It’s FRIDAY! Can we not just relax and do couple things for ONCE.” He said, turning around to look at you while you shut your front door behind you. You glared at him. He KNEW how important school was for you and how much you stressed about getting all your work in on time, why was he being so rude about it? 

“I also have science,” You responded, pushing past him and into your dining room to pull your laptop and textbook out of your bag and set on the table. Jack loudly threw his bag on the table in front of you and headed into the kitchen. 

“Please tell me your kidding,” He said, popping open a can of Pepsi. You flipped through your textbook pages angrily, upset that he didn’t seem to get it. 

“No, I’m not kidding.” You said sharply, only turning to look at him once you’d said it, just able to catch the sad, exhausted look on your boyfriend's face. You felt guilty, but before you could apologize, his face hardened again.

“Y/N I WAS UP TILL 3 AM YESTERDAY HELPING YOU WITH YOUR SCIENCE PROJECT. HOW DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO DO?” He yelled, which made you shrink a little as you typed your password into your laptop, but then your blood boiled. 

“YES AND I AM GRATEFUL FOR THAT, BUT THERES A TEST ON MONDAY-”

“ON MONDAY?” Jack stepped up on the chair next to you and sat on the table and closed your computer in an attempt to get you to look at him, but you just crossed your arms and stared at the logo on the top of your computer. “Y/N, please, you can study all weekend for that, when your parents get back? Cmon, right now we have a little alone time and I really need-” 

“Everything to be about you?” You whipped your head up to look at him. His eyes looked hurt, but you weren’t going to take it back. 

“No, I’m sorry, I just, I’m really-”

“Annoying.” You glared at him, and then it was Jacks' turn to shrink, but he didn’t boil back, and you felt a twinge of guilt. “Look, just, just give me an hour.” You opened your laptop back up while Jack slumped over, flicking his pop tab in defeat. After a few minutes of the “tingggggg” noise echoing in the quiet room, you reached over, without looking up from your screen, and placed your hand on top of his fingers to stop the flicking. You kept it their longer then you meant to, and Jack rubbed your knuckles with his thumb, lightly squeezing your hand. You pulled it away abruptly, and wouldn’t let yourself look at the heartbroken look on his face. 

Awhile later your phone buzzed for what felt like the thousandth time from your laptop bag and you couldn’t take it anymore. You ripped your bag across the table and dug around for it in the front pocket. 

“Why the hell do you keep calling me?” You said sharply into your phone. 

“I was calling to ask you why the hell Jack has been active on Instagram for the past three and a half hours?” Katherine matched your tone on the other end. You pulled your phone back from your ear to look at the time and cringed when you realized how much you’d gone over your hour. Jack had walked off into your bedroom what you thought was a few moments ago but was actually two hours ago. You were still annoyed though, and Katherine being so nosy didn’t help.

“I don’t know,  he just is,” You said snarkily. “I’m studying,”

“Your parents are out of town and you SERIOUSLY, SERIOUSLY are studying on a Friday night instead of spending time with your boyfriend?” She sounded shocked, and you didn’t appreciate her judgment.

“Look, Kath, I-”

“Especially after he got fired yesterday.” Your heart dropped.

“Wait, what?” You prayed that you had misheard her.

“Yeah, I guess he forgot to call in yesterday, so when he didn’t show up his boss told him to, and I quote, ‘not bother showing up anytime after that either.’“ Katherine explained exasperatedly. You wanted to vomit. “Wait, how did you not know about this?” 

“Um, ahhh, I gotta go,” You said, standing up quickly and hanging up as you walked towards your bedroom. You slid your phone into the pocket of your jeans and lightly tapped the closed door to open it a smidge. Jack was sitting on your bed, on the phone with someone, his back propped up against the wall, looking out the window with his forearms resting on his knees which were bent up so his feet were on top of your comforter. You pushed your door open a little more to see that he had taken his shoes off so he didn’t get dirt on your bed, which he knew you detested. A small smile pulled at the edges of your cheeks; even who he was upset with you, he went out of his way to please you. He was so selfless. Your smile fell. And because of that selflessness, he had ended up sacrificing his job to help you out. You looked back at your laptops glowing screen in the dark dining room, the blue light reflecting off the cover of your textbook. School stressed you out so much. So, so much. You had always been a very good student, but a slight dip in your performance the semester before had lead to a stern talking-to from your parents that made you absolutely terrified to get anything lower than a perfect 4.0.

You looked back at Jack, who was still on the phone, flicking paint out from under his nails, oblivious to you in the doorway. He gets that, you thought to yourself. Jack understood the pressure from your parents and the immense fearful stress school put you under. Jack was always willing to be a supportive boyfriend, no matter how hard you made it. 

“Oh yeah, no (he’s/she’s/they’re) busy studying right now. (He’s/She’s/They’re) really stressed about school,” Jack said into the phone. “Hey, hey, (his/her/their) parents are really strict and put on a lot of pressure, it’s not (his/her/their) fault. Besides, I’ve never seen you turn in homework once so shut up.” Oh my god, You thought, feeling yourself tear up. He was literally standing up for you over something that you had just argued about, and on top of it, he didn’t know you were watching him, so he did this out of sheer integrity. You let your guard down for a second and let out a loud sniff, and immediately darted behind the door, hoping he didn’t see you. He continued talking to whoever it was he was on the phone with, causing you to let out a sigh of relief. Then you just stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. You peaked around the door again, just as he started to laugh.

“Hahaha, yeah me too, I haven’t had dinner yet, I’m starved.” For a moment you felt even more guilty, knowing he was waiting for you to eat, but then you felt a light bulb click on over your head. You headed into the kitchen and began to quietly open and shut cabinets, gathering the ingredients you knew you would need to surprise Jack. Your boyfriend was often fairly mysterious, but one thing everyone could tell you about him was his obsessive and at times even frightening love of snickerdoodles. As you quietly dumped cups of flour into a bowl, you couldn’t control the small giggle that escaped your mouth as you remembered what an important role snickerdoodles had played in your relationship.

“You have some snickerdoodle crumbs on your lips,” Jack had said after diving into the cookies you had made for him on his birthday. But before you could reach for a napkin, he had stopped you. “Actually, let me take care of that.” And the next thing you knew you were having your first kiss with Jack Kelly. 

You carefully pulled the pan of cookies out of the oven and slid them onto a plate. You clicked the oven off and picked up the plate, your hands protected by polka-dot oven mitts. You knew you should probably wait for them to cool, but you were too impatient. You walked over to your bedroom and bumped the door open with your hip. Jack’s phone call had ended awhile ago, and he was laying on his back on your bed, his knee propped to support the notebook he was drawing on with the stub of a pencil. He looked up when you walked in, and quickly set aside the drawing materials.

“Snickerdoodles?” He looked at the plate and then back up at you. “I always welcome humankind's best invention but what is the occasion?” 

“A sincere apology,” You said, you had practiced what you were going to say while you were baking. 

“Oh no, I’m sorry, you don’t have to-” Jack started, shaking his head.

“No, I do.” You said, setting the plate on your comforter and gesturing for him to take a cookie. “I was being a self-centered asshole, and for that, I am so deeply sorry.” Jack began to shake his head again as he slowly broke his snickerdoodle in half.    “No, I was.” You said, sliding your hand under his chin and lifting it up so he was looking you in the eye. “I am so sorry about your job, Jack. That was completely my fault and I take full responsibility. I promise I will call your boss and try and talk him into taking you back, and if he won’t I will find you another job. A good one, that you like. I promise.” Jack set his cookie back on the plate and turned his head away and swallowed hard. You moved the plate to the floor and reached your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer to you.

“You are just so selfless. Truly, the sacrifices you make for everyone else, without a second thought amaze me. If you lost your job to help me with a science project, I cannot imagine the other things you have given up to make other people even the slightest bit happier.” You heard Jack choke into your shoulder, and you planted a soft kiss on his head. “You are the best person I know, Jack Kelly.” And with that, your boyfriend let out a broken sob and his shoulders began to shake as he cried. You slowly leaned back on your bed so that Jack’s head rested on your chest and his tears dripped onto your T-shirt. You rubbed his back and kissed his head, careful to be delicate. Eventually, his sobs stopped and the two of you sat in connected silence. 

“Where are those snickerdoodles?” Jack sniffed. You laughed.

“They’re on the floor.” You lifted your arms so he could lean down and get them. He picked the plate up and set it up over your shoulder, grabbing the one he broken in half earlier. He kissed you sweetly before laying back down on your chest and nibbling on the cookie contentedly. You looked down at him with a warm smile on your face and in your heart. 

“I love you, Jack.” 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

[oh-theatre]

Objection!: Chapter 26

Chapter title: When Youre Home

A/n: Sorry it took awhile and im sorry its shorter!! Ive been really busy but I still wanted to get a chapter out! And ofc cant tell you what happens just yet also gotta let ya suffer. Sorry its bad but enjoy!! PLEASE LEAVE ME COMMENTS YALL! PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS AND IF ITS CONFUSING OR YOU HAVE QUESTIONS IM HERE TO ANSWER THEM OK?

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words: 2356

summary: The world freezes as the gang follows the events of the previous night

pairings: Eventual logicality, prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene,  murder, gun mention, guns, swearing, abuse, graphic descriptions, alcohol, shooting, crying

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“Dada!” No, Logan couldn't. His throat closes tightly hearing the sound of frantic children racing toward him. Wiping away his nervous tears he stands, the twins waste no time as Logan kneels to nuzzle themselves into him. Emile and Remy, somber faces, approach from behind. “Where's Papa?” Valerie shakes, her fears from the night only arising.

“Um...Patton is…” Logan cant speak, the words catch in his throat, stuck at some border keeping them down. “He’s…” He doesn't wish to beg for assistance, but his eyes beg  to anyone. Everyone avoids him, except…

“Why don't we go get some food?” Emile offers, the twins attention, tired and worn out, and focuses on the doctor. “We can get something for your dad” Emile and Remy work in sync, taking the pair from Logan. Nothing changes but the smallest glint shows his thankfulness. They set off and just as soon as they appeared, they fade into the rush of the midnight hour at the hospital. Cold and dark, Logan wants them back, the aching his body feels as he no longer can feel their presence.

He could see the crowd move, he could hear their mumblings and the world continue on. But he felt numb, like static surrounding him, nothing was there. Silence in this noisy void. Even when Virgil places his hand on the lawyers shoulder it takes a moment to register, then his face only sends him back.

“Hey we he- Patton” It takes almost no time to identify the ooze of blood and the frozen terror in the center of the courtroom. Virgil steps back, a moment of hesitation, Roman rushing by him sparks him back alive. He had never seen a puzzle so broken, so many pieces lost. Logan couldn't speak, but he held so tightly. But to what? Virgil hated it but it didnt look like Patton.

“Hel..help” Logan manages, something in him however was gone. Virgil couldn't look anymore, the pale face, he longed to see the bright smile, promising love as it flashed to all it passed. The sparkle of his eyes, a smart shine closed as they looked empty. Nothing was there, no one was there….

“Uhm Roman Reial, I need an ambulance… the courthouse on Preise Boulevard” He rushes, his breaths short and scared. “A-a gunshot wound...please just hurry” He pleads, Logan continues staring towards the door. The icy blue that sparked with wisdom and his unsuspected and treasured love had melted. They were empty, devoid of purpose to shine.

“We...we’re engaged” He mumbles, Virgil looks to Pattons hands instantly. The scuffed skin didn't distract from the stunning glimmer of the ring around his finger.

“C-come on” Virgil tries “We have to get him out of here...or apply pressure...or stop the bleeding or-”

“Virge breathe” Roman takes his hand, squeezing it gently. Their eyes meet and the dangerous storm dies down in Virgil, finding a light rain should suffice. “He’ll be ok”

“Don't make promises you can't keep” Virgil whispers, listening to a silent Logan crying ever so gently over a fallen love. Roman cups his cheek, the movement feeling natural.

“I'm not” He takes Virgil to the side, calming him as medics and cops file in. The pair are guilty as they ignore Logan's desperate cries, shunning away while Patton, if you can call his lifeless body that was hauled away. Logan sinks again, unable to move, no one makes a sound, the room falls quiet once more. “Logan…” Roman begins, his caution at a high point. The lawyer shakes his head, searching for the words, any words. A simple croak.

“Hes-”

“Dead” Logan mutters “He's dead” He slumps into his chair, Roman and Virgil share uneasy glances.

“What happened?!” The three look up, their eyes landing in unison. A fiery path alight as Barbara marched towards them, Marcy following her footsteps trying to put out the dark. Logan stands, not expecting the rough descent to the physical world. “What did you do?” She spits, desperate as everything falls apart.

“Barb!” Marcy calls, gently removing her from a distant Logan. “Bubbles take a breath, it's not Logan's fault” Marcy assures, stroking ever so delicately to her wife. Barbara tries to conjure an argument but shatters, falling into Marcys arms as she cries.

Shouldn't Logan be doing the same?

Why couldn't he feel the pain?

Had he succumbed...to the dark?

Not too long ago his confusion was riddled with unbearable pain, the sadness too much to feel as it coursed through his veins, practically pumping his breath. He needed Patton, that took something out of him. The name, even the mere thought was too much, a break in his step. Turning rapidly away from this scene, too much of a mirror of his inner turmoil, he walks to the door, and kept going. Ignore, he told himself, ignore the shouts and the concern.

“Patton Hart” He demands, the woman perks up, a note of sympathy accompanies her sweet smile. She dials the phone, hushed whispers before she returns to Logan, the man no doubt seemed insane.

“I'm sorry sir, mister Hart is still in surgery” She informs. “We will send someone out with updates, but please return to the waiting room” She requests, her politeness and formality wasn't something Logan could argue. And it made sense, what was he thinking. Resigned with shame he returns to the group, the moment his sweaty back hits the chair he gives in. The tears just come, you'd think dehydration might be a risk as he sobs with no filter. No one dared move, not even a breath escaped but Barbara's face morphs, she takes his side, clutching hard. If he needed pressure, he was getting it.

Everyone loved him, but these two...it was different. The pain, the absolute grief they felt, couldn't be matched, only sprouted from their passionate love. Even if there's differences between each other, it was intense...and it hurt. And they shared that, how awful…

~~~

“I hear kids” Patton chuckles into the pillow, Logans arms remain around the smaller of the pair. It was true, the feet moved rapidly through the house, the wooden floors revealing their location with coy creaks. Logan groans, nuzzling into Patton not wishing to lose this warmth. “C’mon” Patton giggles, a gentle kiss on Logan's cheek before he sits up. His hair falling perfectly into a fluffed cloud. The pair reach for their glasses, preparing for the wave that approaches them.

“Papa! Dada!” The door bursts and the twins spare no one, jumping into the bed as they pounce on the fathers. Both lawyers fall back, laughing through muffled embraces. The twins had grown immensely, and yet they insisted on Sunday morning hugs.

“Where do you attain all this energy?” Logan wonders, adjusting Remus in front of him, the boy bounces excited. “It's eight in the morning” Logan yawns, Valerie follows suit sitting next to her brother.

“Lo they've only been alive for ten years, they have all the energy in the world” Patton teases, resting his head on Logan's accepting shoulder. “Why don't we give your father some space, come on Ill make you breakfast” Patton takes his time, slipping on his slippers as he leads the eager twins to the kitchen. The skip behind him, humming sweetly as they clutch to his hands.

“Cartoons?” Remus proposes, Patton nods and allows them to set up in front of the couch. The shows blare loud but nothing Patton didn't enjoy or was used to, he begins his work diligently in the kitchen. Never could he gain tired of the sweet bouts of laughter from the children.

“Good morning pop!” Patton turns, a giant grin spreads. Terrence stands idle, his cup tight in his small hands, his smile reflects brightly.

“Well good morning sweetness” Patton greets, kneeling slightly to face the young boy. “What can I do for you?” He offers, Terrence holds out his cup, shaking it gladly. “Juice or water?”

“Juice please! Jamahl sleeping still” He replies, Patton obliges, securing the drink into his hands once more. “Thank you kindly!” He beams, Patton hides a sweet chuckle, his vocabulary increasing everyday. “Hello papa” He waves to a slumbering Logan, hugging his legs before racing off to join his siblings, Logan ruffles his hair watching him go. Patton giggles turning back to his work, the stove ready for the delectable delight.

“Mmm” Logan hums, his arms wrapping gently around Patton's waist. His head falls perfectly on the mans shoulder, burrowing with ease. Patton giggles, the tickles certainly help to awake the man. Logan grows impatient spinning Patton towards him, leaning into a gentle kiss, a nice satisfaction as he pulls away.

“What was that for?” Patton laughs, Logan shrugs returning to his position. He enjoys watching his husband work, the careful manner as he prepares food, the unconscious humming that carries a tune. He places yet another kiss on Patton's cheek, wanting to remain as such forever. They both take a moment to turn to the children, each excited as the animation dances across the stage. Patton takes Logans hands in his own, interlacing their fingers as they watch.

“I want another” Logan yawns, Patton continues his cooking. He shakes his head stirring the coffee pouring two even cups.

“Another kiss?” He jokes, obliging by his own manner. Logan pouts and pulls Patton back to him. “Yes dearest?” He wonders

“Another kid” Logan presses, Pattons amused smile remains but falters a tad. “I mean look at them, they're perfect” Logan smiles, his glasses drooping. Patton adjusts them for him but bites his tongue. “Come on...I was looking and talking to Lia and-” Patton interjects quickly

“Lo I don't want another kid” He admits, his brows furrowed with concern. Logan takes a step back, their hands remain connected.

“I….what?” Logan mutters “I mean...you love kids. And you're wonderful with them. I don't understand…” Patton strokes his cheek, calming the anxiety he can see forming.

“I do love kids. I love Virgils son, I adore Thomas and the twins and Terrence are my life” Patton promises, yet something is off. “I just...I don't want another kid” He restates. “Divine, we are both full time lawyers and I'm on the city counsel. We already have trouble balancing our schedules with them. Adopting a child, no matter the age would be difficult. And it wouldn't be fair on them” Patton explains.

“What about Terrence? And Jamahl?” Logan marvels, scouring his brain. “That was even more dire, you were just out of the hospital a-and you were just starting. I was just beginning to learn what it meant to be a father-”

“And you are amazing at it” Patton smiles, Logan can't find the same urge.

“Terrence was a baby, I mean we could take in a grown child...like Jamahl. Statistics show that they are less likely to be taken in and it would save us the trouble of a newborn and it would be easier to help them adjust and understand” Logan rushes, desperate. “We can do it” He assures, Pattons usual determination, his need to please Logan just couldn't conjure itself.

“I-im sorry Lo, I don't want another kid” Patton laments, finally it seems their hands find their way apart.

“Ok maybe not now, I mean maybe in the future we could-” Logan tries. Pattons hands clutch to the table, the spatula could sink into the counter.

“No Logan you're not hearing me” He whispers, wishing to keep this to themselves. “I don't want another kid, We’ve got two ten year olds. Both who have been through more than any ten year old should. Both also very familiar to a broken home, and wishing for nothing more than to keep what stability they have. We've got a little five year old who despite being just a baby was thrown through system and system and didn't know a stable and safe home until he took his first steps on that carpet over there and his over-protective brother finally trusted us” Patton takes a frustrated breath “We have full careers and If I know you, which I pride myself on, you want it go further and advance” He watches the once expression he hated so much, Logans eyes fall hopeless. He takes his cheeks, aweing so gently. “Logan, my starlight, I love you so much. I love you, and the kids and my job and my friends. I like our life. But I don't want another kid, Jamahls about to go off to college, the twins are going to be in highschool in no time and Terrence is beginning school” Patton serves the now saddened breakfast, moving to the table as he sets it. Molly whines at his feet for food, he wishes to coo but his heart feels heavy.

“Patton I-” Logan begins

“I have to go wake up Jamahl, he has SAT prep and Thomas is coming over soon to play with Terrence” Patton gives another look before disappearing behind the wall. Both take shuddered breaths fearing their own ability to stop tears. The house felt tense, hard to move through, hard to breath. Hard to stay still, why was it shaking?

“Logan” The softest voice cuts through, the lawyer sputters awake, his eyes flutter open. Virgil kneels in front of him, his hands gentle as he places a hold on the man. “He's out of surgery” Virgil informs, Logan nods before fully comprehending Virgil's words. He jumps up, rushing to the doctor who was seemingly reporting to Barbara.

“...he hasn't awoken yet but his vitals are stable for now” The man finishes, thats all Logan needed. “As you are immediate family you can see him, the rest of you will have to wait” Logans heart drops, falling below his knees. Barbara rings her hands but takes Logan.

“This is his husband” The doctor checks his chart, skeptical as to who is listed. “Its recent so he hasn't had time to update it” Barbara adds, Logan would be eternally grateful to her later. Especially as they walk through the forbidden doors and straight down to the room…

His room.  

[ohpuckthat]

Dance With Me... (Kasperi Kapanen)

Ali, my daughter, had just turned four, and my two year anniversary with Kasperi recently passed. As we were sitting in the living room, watching another Disney movie, Ali was cuddled up onto Kasperi’s lap. I had gotten up to refill our bowl of popcorn and get some water for myself as well. When I got back to the living room, Ali was sound asleep. I set the bowl down and went to pick Ali up but Kas quickly stopped me. 

“What?” I whispered, trying not to wake her up. 

“Can you leave her for a minute. This is the closest we’ve been since you introduced her to me.” He said. A smile crept up on my face as I sat back on the couch on Kas’ other side. I set my head down on his shoulder and set my eyes on the screen. Over the random song, I could hear Ali’s breath continue to slow down, as she fell deeper and deeper into sleep. 

When the movie ended, I slowly lifted my head up and looked over at Ali once again. I then looked over at Kas and nodded down towards her. I stood up and leaned down, picking Ali up. I quickly kissed Kas’ cheek as I leaned back up. I brought her to her room and tucked her in. I kissed her forehead and walked towards the door. 

“Mommy?” I heard Ali quietly ask from her bed. I turned around and walked back towards her bed. I kneeled down put my hand on her shoulder. 

“Yes sweetie?” 

“Will Kappy come tuck me in too?” She asked, sitting up slightly. 

“I can go get him if you want? Hmm?” I kissed her cheek again and walked out to the living room. 

“You okay?” Kas asked, looking back at me over the couch. 

“Yeah. Ali wanted to know if you’d come tuck her in?” 

“Really?” He asked, jumping up from the couch. I nodded, walking over to her room again, Kas in tow. 

“Mommy... I just wanted Kappy.” She said, as soon as we got to the door. 

“Okay, I’m sorry.” I said, holding my hands up. “Good luck.” I whispered into Kas’ ear, walking back to the living room. I sat down on the couch and put on another random movie from Netflix, grabbing the popcorn from the table in front of me, waiting for Kas to get back. When he finally did, he had the biggest smile on his face. 

“Holy shit.” He whispered, coming around and sitting on the couch right in front of me. 

“What happened?” I asked, grabbing his hands. 

“She asked me to read her a bedtime story. Side note, Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus is actually really funny.” 

“She got you to read you that one?” I asked, surprised.

“Yeah, so what?” 

“That’s her favourite. She doesn’t even let me read that to her sometimes...” I said, smiling at her. 

“Babe, this is huge.” He said, shifting slightly closer to me. I cuddled into his side, looking over at the tv. Holy shit, this is huge.

~~~ 

A few days had passed since Kas has been over, and Ali had been asking for him incessantly. Today was the day he would be back from his road trip, so I just kept telling her soon, not knowing exactly when he would be back. I was running around, trying to get both myself and Ali ready for the day. However, for some reason, Ali was being especially difficult today. 

“I don’t want to go to day care! I want to stay with you.”  She yelled. 

“Well you can’t come with me today. I have meetings today.” I talked back to her. “You’re going to have to put your shoes on and then we have to go.” 

“NO!” She yelled back. I shook my head and picked her up again. 

“Fine.” I walked her back to her room and placed her down onto her bed again and then walked out. I took my phone out and tried calling Rachel, Ali’s regular babysitter. I knew that because it was such notice, there was a huge chance that she wouldn’t be able to come over. My biggest fears were realized when she didn’t even answer. I took another deep breathe before calling Kap. He always knew what to do or say to keep me calm in moments such as these. I was lucky when he answered on the second ring. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey Kap.” I sighed out. 

“You okay babe?” He asked. I could tell he recently woke up.

“Yeah. Sorry for calling so early. I just needed to hear your voice.” 

“Shouldn’t you be on the road by now? You got those meetings today.” He asked.

“Yeah I should. Ali’s being a slight pain this morning. She wants to come with me but because today is so busy I can’t have her there with me. Now Rachel isn’t even answering and I can’t get her out of the house. My parents are still in Europe somewhere. I might just call in sick. I can’t handle this again.” I ranted, pacing back and forth. 

“Don’t call in. I’ll be there in ten.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to trouble you.” I said, now regretting calling him. As much as he has calmed me down slightly, I didn’t want to exactly pull him in. 

“Yeah. I��m getting in my car now. I’ll be there soon okay? I love you.” 

“I love you too.” I said, before he hung up. I walked back to Ali’s room and saw that she was laying across her bed. When she heard me, she quickly turned around and ran up to me. 

“Mommy, I really want to stay with you.” She said, hugging my legs. 

“I’m really sorry. I have to go to work, but Kappy is coming...” 

“Really?” She asked, jumping up and down, her emotions changing completely. I walked back to the kitchen and got my bag ready, walking to my front door to put my shoes on. I walked over and sat at the window, waiting to see Kas’ car. As soon as I say it, I hopped up and ran to Ali’s room again. 

“Kappy’s here. I gotta go. I love you.” I ran over and kissed her cheek before running back to the front door. I ran out and threw my stuff into my car, running over to Kas. “Thank you so much.” I said, kissing his cheek before getting into my car and driving to work. 

A few hours had gone by and I finally had a minute to call Kas. I took my phone out and quickly dialed his phone number. 

“Hey babe. How’s work?” He asked as he answered. 

“Stressful but good. How about you? I hope Ali is behaving.” I said, walking back to my office. 

“Babe, I can’t believe the difference between today compared to last week. She actually listens to me. It’s insane.” 

“I’m so happy to hear that.” I said, sitting down at my desk, logging into my computer. 

“When’s your lunch today?” He asked. “We should all go out.”

“I can’t do lunch today. What about dinner?” I offered. 

“Dinner sounds perfect. We’ll talk about details later.” 

“Sounds perfect. I have to run but I’ll see you later?”

“Absolutely. Love you.” 

“I love you too.” I said, hanging up the phone, getting back to work. 

~~~

When I finally got home, I was exhausted. I got out of the car and locked it before making my way inside. As soon as I walked in, Ali ran towards the door and hugged my legs. 

“Hey sweetie. Did you have a good day with Kappy?” I asked, dropping my bags and kneeling down, pulling her into a hug. 

“Yeah! I’m gonna go get him!” She said, running towards the kitchen. I grabbed my bags again and put them down on a random table before following her. 

“Hey babe.” I said, walking towards Kas, wrapping my arms around his waist. He was making some chicken and veggies for what I assumed was dinner. 

“Hey. How was your day?” He asked, turning his head slightly to look at me. 

“It was okay. I’m so tired though. I can’t wait for bedtime.” I said, whispering the last part, looking at Ali. 

“Me neither. I also have something to tell you.” He said, suddenly getting all giddy. 

“Should I be nervous?” I asked, putting my head on his shoulder.

“No, I promise it’s a good thing.” He said, turning to kiss my cheek. “I’m gonna have to tell you later though. Dinner will be ready soon.” 

“Okay?” I kissed his cheek and then walked back to the living room, bringing Ali with me. We sat on the couch, watching some random kids show until Kas came out with two plates and a bowl. I sat Ali down on the ground in front of the coffee table as Kas set the bowl down in front of her. He passed me a plate and sat next to me, laying his head on my shoulder as we ate. 

“How is it?” He asked, looking up at me. 

“It’s really good.” Ali said, looking back at us. 

When we finished our dinner, I let Ali finish whatever show that was on, then brought her to her bed, Kas following behind me. We tucked her in before making our way back to the living room. 

“So what was it that you needed to tell me?” I asked, cuddling into his side.

“Oh yeah. So I don’t know if Ali told you this but they’re having a father daughters dance at the daycare, and she asked if I would go.” 

“Holy shit, that’s amazing. Babe this is huge.” I said before hugging him. 

“I only have one problem...” 

“What? Are you busy that day?” I asked, looking at him.

“No... It’s honestly kind of embarrassing.” He said, looking away slightly.

“What?” 

“I don’t know how to dance...” He said, still not looking at me.

“Okay. Dance with me.” I said, getting up holding my hand out. He looked at me confused before grabbing my hand and pulling himself up. I put his hand on my back and held the other, then I put my hand on his shoulder. “Okay, breathe.” He was so focused on his feet as we moved back and forth that I had to lift his head up to meet my eyes.

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize. Just keep your eyes on me. Worst case scenario, she might just put her feet on yours, she won’t really know how to dance either.” I said, putting my head on his shoulder as we continued to sway.

As he held me, I realized... God I love this guy...

[louisapennyfeather2021]

Newsies Teen Wolf AU, except it's random scenes with little to no context!

1) More Bad Than Good, Season 3 episode 14. This is technically episode 2 of 3b/The Second half of season 3.

Brief: Race, Jack, Katherine, Sarah, and Albert are out searching for Jojo, who is a Were-coyote stuck in the body of a regular coyote. Blink is trying to keep JoJo's dad from shooting Jojo, having blamed the coyote for the death of his family.

Warnings: Possible major injuries, panic, mentions of guns, mentions of weapons, mentions of traps

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"Jack,it's me, you got to call me back as soon as you can. It wasn't Jojo's doll. It was his sister's. Jojo left it at the car for his sister. It's like bringing flowers to a grave, okay, and we stole the flowers. So, that's all he's trying to do, right. Bring the doll back to the grave, to the car wreck. That's where he's headed. The car wreck." Race paces as he talks, anxiety bubbling up in his stomach. They've spent the past day and a half looking for this boy who's apparently been in the body of a coyote for the past eight years, Race might actually go insane if they don't get him.

"Race." Albert's voice is oddly quiet as Race drops his phone from his ear to text Jack in hopes of getting his message across.

"Yeah?" He calls back carelessly, still texting.

"Race!" The panic in Albert's voice makes Race turn around and his heart freezes when he sees Albert frozen mid-walk, his foot now in the center of what Race recognizes as a bear trap. He curses, remembering how Blink told him that JoJo's dad set up multiple bear traps in the woods for the coyotes and how Race needed to be careful.

"Oh my- okay, Albert, don't move." Race hurries over to Albert and sits on his knees, looking for any way to get Albert out without his leg getting caught in the teeth of the trap.

"Look for a warning label." Albert's voice waivers. His hands shake as he squeezes them into fists, know any type of pressure could set off the trap.

"A warning label?" Race asks, confused. Where would the trap even have a warning label? It's a trap, there wouldn't be instructions on how to disarm it.

"Race, animals can't read, there's going to be instructions on how to disarm it." Albert all but yells. Race quickly starts clearing leaves away from the center of the trap and he wants to cheer when he finds a yellow "WARNING" label.

That excitement quickly fades when the letter start moving and everything blurs.

"Albert we have a problem." Race starts to panic as he shines the flashlight of his phone on the trap, blinking repeatedly in hopes of maybe seeing everything. If anything, it all blurs together even more. "I can't read either."

"Okay, alright. You don't need the instructions. When was the last time you've ever used instructions? Am I right? You don't need them because you are too smart to waste your time with them, okay? You can figure it out. Race, you're the one who always figures it out. So you can do it. Figure it out." Albert forces any fear out of his voice because he knows if he sounds anything less than confident, Race will cave and they'll be stuck. Either that, or Albert risks getting his leg all but cut off. Albert can see Race starting to panic and he squeezes his eyes shut to try and stay as calm as he can.

Until he hears Race moving more leaves around the trap.

He opens his eyes to see Race now staring at a small wheel.

Albert immediately recognizes it as a release valve, one that delays the trap.

"Alright, here we go. Ready?" Race's hands shake as he reaches for the valve. He shares look with Albert, knowing this could go one way or the other.

"Now!" Race twists the valve and Albert's quick to step off of it, crashing into Race. Race barely catches him, but manages to stable both of them as the trap snaps shut. Race lets out a shaky breath he didn't realize he was holding and he's vaguely aware of Albert clinging onto him.

"Remind me to never go anywhere that involves a crazy coyote hunter." Albert mumbles and Race is now acutely aware of his friend holding him in a death grip hug. He's also aware that he's hugging his friend back.

Who is he kidding, his longtime childhood crush is hugging him and he's hugging him back.

Que a different kind of panic.

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2) Galvanize, Season 3 episode 15, technically episode 3 of 3b/the second half of season 3

Brief: After successfully changing Jojo back from a coyote to a teenage boy, Race and Jack go to school where they see Mike and Ike for the first time since Jack became an alpha. Well, the first time at school, not including when Jack asked them to beat him up to help him control his power.

Warnings: Nothing really? Maybe mentions of previous violence and death.

Notes: This is actually meant to be a kind of funny scene.

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"Jack, you gotta hear what I'm saying. The dot on the 'i' in the Pringles logo is actually a Pringle." Race waves his hands around as they walk until there are suddenly two bodies in front of them. "Oh boy, didn't expect to see Hansel and Gretel today."

"You're back in school?" Jack ignores Race in holes of distracting the twins from the sarcastic entity he calls his brother.

"Just to talk." Ike sighs. He already seems done with the conversation, like he knows the outcome.

"Oh, well that's a change of pace. Usually you guys are hurting, maiming, and killing." Race grins sarcastically, knowing full well that neither twin would try to pull something.

"You need a pack, we need an alpha." Mike blatantly ignores Race and looks to Jack.

"Right, yeah, absolutely not, that's hilarious though." Race tries to grab Jack's arm to walk around the twins, but both move with them.

"You came to us for help and we helped." Mike is unusually calm, especially since he's not exactly the calm one of the twins.

"You beat his face to a bloody pulp. That's not exactly helping. In my opinion, that's actually counter productive." Race shrugs. Jack just listens through exchange, knowing that if Race doesn't anger one of the twins first, that they might bring up a good point.

"Why would I say yes?" Jack asks. The twins have hardly been helpful in any way, they've done more bad than good. Even if they have changed in the last week, it's not like Jack can just automatically forgive and forget.

"We'd add strength. We'd make you more powerful. There's no reason to say no." Mike makes a face as if he's so confident in his points. Jack can admit he's not wrong, but he is at the same time.

"I can think of one." Suddenly Katherine is next to Jack, her arms crossed and a glare on her face. "Like the two of you holding Spot's claws so he'd impale Sniper and kill her. In fact, I don't know why we're not impaling them right now."

"You want to try?" Mike takes a step closer. Low growls are exchanged between him and Katherine before Ike is pulling Mike back and Jack has an arm in front of Katherine.

"I'm sorry, but they don't trust you. And neither do I." Jack shakes his head. He values his friends over everything. He values what they have to say and he knows when they're right. He offers the twins a sympathetic nod before walking towards the school with Race and Katherine.

"Alright, that's my guy! Great decision! Great Alpha decision!" Race claps his hands on Jack's shoulder as they stop at his locker, Katherine hurrying down to her locker a few spots away.

"I hope so." Jack sighs. He opens his locker and starts exchanging his books when he spots Sarah talking with Katherine, both smiling, which is odd to see when the two are together.

"No, you know so, then I can- What are you staring at?" Race poking Jack's shoulder makes him snap out of his borderline creepy staring.

"Me?" Jack stiffens, knowing Race is just going to tease him.

"You're staring at Kath and Sarah, aren't you?" Race narrows his eyes suspiciously. "You're jealous."

"What? No, I'm not jealous." Jack shakes his head and suddenly becomes aware of how his voice sounds just a bit higher than usual.

"Dude, you don't need to think about past relationships. You could literally get anyone." Race sighs when Jack makes a disbelieving expression and he quickly grabs Jack's shoulders. "Alright, Jackie, listen, I don't think you get it yet. You're an Alpha. You're the apex predator. Everyone wants you. You're like the hot girl that every guy wants."

"The hot girl." Jack deadpans, raising an eyebrow at Race.

"Jack, you are the hottest girl." Race shakes his shoulders a bit before giving Jack a slight shove and hurrying off to his first class. Jack ponders the thought, a dopey smile working onto his face. He hardly notices Katherine and Sarah walking up to him.

"What?" Sarah asks, genuinely confused by the cheerful smile on Jack's face so early in the morning.

"I'm the hot girl." Jack doesn't notice the concerned look that Katherine and Sarah exchange, too lost in the boost of confidence.

"Yes you are?" Katherine hesitantly agrees, trying not to laugh as Jack starts off for his first period, seemingly having a literal pep in his step. As soon as he rounds the corner of the corridor, Katherine and Sarah both start laughing.

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3) Galvanize, Season 3 episode 15 , technically episode 3 of 3b.

Brief: A shrapnel bomber who bombed a school bus is on the loose and Albert thinks he's at the school. Race tries to convince Blink to stay, but he doesn't because he believes and eye witness over Albert's banshee senses.

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of bombs

Notes: This isn't as intense as it sounds, it's really just a brief scene where the group is searching for the bomber in the basement of the school with some comedy thrown in.

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"So this is how it's gonna be? We just trust them now?" Katherine asks as she carefully walks next to Jack through the corridors of the basement. She begrudgingly left Sarah upstairs with Race and Albert so she could check the basement with Jack and the twins.

"Just because I'm letting them help doesn't mean I trust them. I can't just say no to them when they should have a least one chance to prove themselves." Jack answers, mindlessly letting the words come out of his mouth as he cautiously walks down the hallway, knowing something could go wrong any second. Blink said the bomber was after kids with glowing eyes, meaning werewolves.

"Yeah, well I don't trust them either. Or like them, for that matter. In fact, I hate them and just want them to die." Katherine shrugs carelessly. She doesn't flinch when Jack gives her "the look", one he usually saves for when he's about to lecture someone. It's very similar to what little Katherine has seen of Davey's looks.

Meanwhile, Mike and Ike check the opposite side of the basement. Ike leads the way, Mike close behind. They keep quiet to listen for any sounds. Breathing, a heart beating, any noise in general. Suddenly Ike stops, angling his ear towards the corner of the corridor.

"You got something?" Mike whispers, so quiet only Ike should be able to hear him. He's ready to react when Ike suddenly walks to the corner, but he's not ready for the sight he sees.

"Oh really?" Ike plants his hands on his hips and cocks his head to the side. Mike looks around him to see none other than Boots, aka the boy Ike was together with before everything went down with Jack, pressing another boy against the wall, shirts half on. Mike can't help but laugh, having to cover it up to not laugh too loud.

He's only laughing because Ike technically shouldn't be mad, he didn't exactly let Boots know where they stood with each other, but it's just funny because it's right out of a teenage rom-com movie.

To put it simply, the search for the bomber was forgotten for at least two minutes.

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Hello! This is another small post with some of my all time favorite scenes! Again, they probably don't make much sense if you haven't seen the show, but please interpret these how you wish! Or watch the show, whichever suits you best!

If you have any requests for scenes or any thoughts, you can always ask! I'm open to anything and everything!

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Others Like Me                                      Chapter 1:  Abduction

Source:  @heybinary​

[Oh, shit.  I might be obsessed.  Again.  This is my first attempt at writing anything related to The Avengers, and I’m really only focused on Bucky and Steve.  Not sure what’s gonna happen here.  It’ll be full of swearing (helloooooo?  It’s me) and it’ll be smutty, but not sure yet who’s gonna be doing whom.  Stay tuned.   Right now, Bucky’s about to make a new friend.]

It’s a beautiful spring day when they come for Bucky.  It’s calm and sunny, just warm enough not to need a jacket, with the first promise of true summer on the breeze, and he’s walking around Brooklyn.  Just walking around, minding his own business, trying to pull memories out of the deepest recesses of his mind.  The places Hydra never touched.  

He stands outside a deli that he swears was there when he and Steve were kids and, judging from the age of the building and some of the fixtures, he could be right.  It’s the smell that holds the closest thing to a memory for him. So he’s just standing there, breathing it in and squinting a little behind his nano mask, trying to fill in the bare sketch that could be a memory, or might just be a fantasy.

When Bucky sees them coming for him, he knows they’re real enough, but he almost doesn’t believe what he’s seeing.  It’s the way they move.  It’s too synchronized.  It’s like they’re one person in many bodies – twelve or fourteen, he thinks – moving in absolute concert without a command or even much sound.  From every direction – including up – they converge on him and before he has time even to register a threat, it’s too late.  They just appear from doorways, dropping down from balconies where no one had been a split second before, and piling out of a dirty, beat-up panel truck so perfectly common he hadn’t even noticed it.  He feels a stupendously painful pinprick, and he’s out.  They bundle him into the truck.  The whole thing takes fifteen seconds and, of all the passersby on the street at that moment, not one is sure anything strange happened.

He comes to, and finds that he’s as trussed up as he’s ever been, and he’s been bound plenty of different ways in the course of his hideously eventful life.  These restraints are different.  They’re not the crude clamps used by Hydra back when he was first their prisoner, which relied on bulk for strength.  They’re not even the crazily redundant engineered system used on him in Berlin.  These are something he’s never seen before, something so advanced he thinks even Tony Stark would be impressed.  For one thing, they’re too light.  He knows before he tests them that they’ve got to be made of something immensely strong. Vibranium, maybe?  What he knows for sure is, he can’t get out, and the people around him in the plane know it.  He’s struggling against the bands holding his arms, legs, chest and abdomen, and they’re barely paying attention to him.

He wonders, irrelevantly, what happened to his nano mask.  It’s when he’s testing the restraints that he realizes he can’t move his left arm.  It’s just lying there, powerless, dead and useless.  How the fuck did they manage that?

They don’t even seem to care that he’s woken up, although he sees them notice.  It’s the same people  who captured him in Brooklyn; he remembers catching glimpses of most of them.  They’re obviously a team of some sort.  Soldiers, or operatives or something.  He guesses he’ll call them “agents,” for lack of a better word.  They’re not wearing street clothes now; all of them are wearing what looks like tactical gear, although they’re not wearing body armor at the present.  They’re speaking Russian, debriefing his capture.

A striking-looking woman with a lot of hair bound up in a tight knot at the back of her head is clearly the leader.  Bucky’s fascinated for a few minutes by the fact that, although most of her hair is dark brown, there’s a section on the right side that’s blonde.  He’s also fascinated because she seems to think the mission went badly, sloppily.  Which pisses him off, because they sure as shit took him without a fight.

“Where are you taking me?” Bucky decides to ask, because it’s kind of getting to him the way they’re pretending he’s not there.  He doesn’t like it at all.  It reminds him way too much of what it was like… before.  

A few of them look at him, but none of them answers or responds in any other way.  Until he hears sounds from behind him and a tall, fit, older man in the same type of tac gear as the rest of these people steps in front of him.  His hair is a very short, white cap and his skin is badly weatherbeaten, as though he’s seen a lot of time in the field.  Bucky thinks his head looks like a bullet, and immediately christens him Bullethead.  The guy has true believer written all over him, and Bucky notices he’s holding one of those fucking stun batons he learned to hate so much.  

No.  Please, no.  These people cannot be Hydra.  Hydra is dead.  It can’t be happening again.  He can’t be going back… there.  Bucky Barnes makes a decision right then and there.  He’s not going back to that.  He’ll die first.   Hopefully, he’ll get to take some of these motherfuckers with him.  He feels a tight, cold core of fear form in his stomach, and stuffs it away like he’s done a thousand times before.  That’s easy. He’s got a limitless vault inside him where he can stuff fear and pain, and get on with whatever he’s got to do.

It’s the other stuff that’s always been harder to ignore.  Stuff like guilt.  Steve’s gonna be insane with grief and fear when Bucky disappears without a trace.  And now there are more people who care about him, too.  People like Sam and Natasha, Clint and Bruce and Scott.  Even Tony tolerates him, although it's debatable whether Tony can be said to really like anyone other than Pepper.  He’s let them all down, and he knows that Steve will come looking for him.  Again. That’s a whole lot of distraction he can’t afford right now, and it’s a hell of a lot more difficult to stuff that mess into the vault and slam the door shut on it.

Bullethead, holding the stun baton in one hand and smacking it into another, speaks to him in German-accented English.  Of course, Bucky thinks.  Why’s the accent always gotta be German?  The dread boils inside Bucky’s chest and he stuffs that into the vault with the rancid memories that come flooding through him just hearing the guy’s voice.  

“It’s an honor to meet you, Sergeant.  I’ve been studying you for a long time.  The things you’ve accomplished…  I feel very fortunate to have the opportunity to work with you.”

“Can’t say I feel the same,” Bucky growls.  The leader of the team of agents flicks a look at him as he speaks.  There’s no expression on her face.  

“Do you need anything? A drink of water, perhaps?  Are you feeling all right?  The tranquilizer can make some people a little queasy, I’m told.” Bucky decides he really, really hates this guy.  The whole thing about being smugly courteous to a prisoner has never sat well with him.  He prefers being smacked around.  At least that’s honest.  He doesn’t bother answering, just closes his eyes and leans his head back.

“Very well.  We’ll let you sleep it off.  It’s a long flight.”

 They must drug him again, because the next thing Bucky knows, he’s waking up in a cell.  The walls are solid, riveted metal of some indefinable dark color, and the door is a grate of thick bars.  It’s so familiar he nearly vomits just from the hellish sense of déjà vu.  It’s not the same cell, not the same place as before.  But it’s close enough.  In fact, it’s so close he wonders if he’s back in Siberia.  He can feel the same dry cold, and smell the same musty scent.

He’s no longer bound. No need to be; he’s not getting out of this cell.  It’s made of whatever metal the restraints were made of, and his arm’s still as dead as it had been on the plane.  It feels unbelievably heavy.  He squeezes his eyes closed as tightly as he can and concentrates on his breathing. For a full five minutes, he forces all the chaotic, roiling emotions he can’t afford right now back into the vault in his mind, and seals the door tight.  

When he opens his eyes again, he realizes that the leader of the team of… agents who abducted him is standing inside his cell holding a tray of food.  He has no idea how she got there without him hearing her, but there she is. And the cell door is shut behind her. If nothing else, he has to admire her guts.  She’s wearing the same tac gear as she was on the plane, and he again notices her dark hair. It’s in a plain ponytail today, and it’s strangely thick and very long.  That blonde patch is cool, Bucky decides.  Half her bangs are blonde, and the blonde continues a ways toward her right ear.  He wonders if it’s natural.  There’s something odd about the idea of hired muscle worrying about her hair but, then again, he never met a dame who didn’t.  He christens her Blondie.

He nods to the tray.  “You really think I’m gonna eat that?”  He spits out, just to be difficult.

“I hope so,” Blondie says, in English, with an almost-perfect American accent.  There’s just a slight hint of something else, something Slavic, behind it.  She sets the tray down on a small folding table next to the cot he’s lying on.  As she does, she looks him straight in the eye. Her eyes are large and deep brown, and unlike when they were on the plane, there’s an expression in them now.  “We’ll both be glad you did.”

Bucky has no idea what that’s supposed to mean.  She stands up and takes a step back, looking to her side out the bars of the door.  There’s someone there, and she gives the slightest nod of her head and says, “Devyatnadsat.”

Huh? Nineteen what?  Bucky doesn’t get anything this chick has said so far, even though he’s understood every word.

A hulking blond guy with a military-looking haircut comes to the door and unlocks it, and Blondie turns her back on Bucky and walks out of the cell.  She’s obviously not too bright, turning her back on a prisoner like that. It’s been so long since Bucky’s met anyone who wasn’t afraid of him that it never occurs to him to think this woman might not be.  

“Eat.”  She says as the blond guy closes the cell door behind her. “Please.”

Bucky eats.  Because why the hell not?  Or maybe that’s his reason.  He really wonders what Blondie meant by “We’ll both be glad you did.”  It’s a little more difficult to eat when his left arm’s completely useless, but he manages.  He pays no attention to what the food is.  It’s fuel.  That’s all that matters.

There’s no way to know how long it is before they come to get him.  It could be one hour, it could be five or six.  There are no windows, nothing going on that he can see or hear, that might help Bucky measure the passage of time.  But if there’s one thing he learned in the Army, it’s how to wait. As he does, he reiterates to himself his determination that he will not go back to being the Winter Soldier.  If he has to die to escape that fate, that’s what he’s gonna do.  He sits up on the side of his cot and says a little prayer that God, and Steve, will forgive him.  But he’s pretty sure they’ll both understand.

It’s Blondie that leads a team of whatever-they-are to the door of his cell.  They’re all the same ones from Brooklyn, and wearing the same tac gear they had on when they were on the plane, only this time, they are wearing body armor.  They’re heavily armed, and they’re bristling with other weapons.  The blond guy unlocks the door of Bucky’s cell and, again, Blondie just walks in casually.  She does take the precaution of handing her weapon to another woman behind her, but she’s still got a massive sidearm, an automatic pistol strapped to her thigh, and three knives that he can see, not to mention some other things on her belt and in her armored vest that are undoubtedly weapons, too.  

Bucky thinks about it. Of course he thinks about it.  If she’s that dumb… but there are simply too many of them, and they’re just too heavily armed.  Anyway, if he’s going to take somebody out with him, he wants it to be more than just Blondie.  So when she takes a pair of combat boots from one of the others and kneels down to put them on him, he lets her.  With only one arm, he can’t do it.  

It’s then that Bucky realizes what he’s wearing.  The same black tac gear as the rest of these people.  Why the idea that somebody changed his clothes while he was unconscious bothers him more than anything else that’s happened so far, he doesn’t know.  But it does.

Blondie stands up when she finishes fastening the complicated buckles on his boots.  Bucky stands, too, and when she signals him to, he just turns around and lets her bind his wrists behind him with cuffs of the same material he was bound with on the plane.  There are ankle chains, too.  This is all so fucking familiar.  The helplessness.  The absolute lack of options.  It gets harder to ignore the terror.

They surround him – four in front, two on each side, and four in back - and walk him through what must be some kind of bunker, because there are no windows anywhere.  Everything’s metal, utilitarian, ugly.  Just like before.  Again, he notices the eerie synchronization in the way these people move. They walk in step, their strides all the same length.  They turn corners in formation.  If he didn’t want to kill them all so badly, he might find them graceful.  

But that’s the last remotely pleasant thought he has, because they come to a set of doors that looks way too fucking familiar.  Thick, metal doors with a small glass slit of a window in each.  There are armed guards in front of it, outfitted and armed exactly as his escorts are, and they pull the doors open without a word or signal that Bucky can see.  The escorts don’t break stride or slow in the slightest as they arrive at the now-open doors and walk into a large room where he notices several people and a bunch of what looks like… oh, shit…  oh fuck no…  

Bucky can’t help it. He stumbles and recoils in horror when he sees that same fucking chair with the same damn restraints and the same hellish apparatus behind and above it, like a massive mechanical halo with those things that clamp onto his head and…

Strong hands take Bucky’s arms and legs, and he’s lifted from the floor as if he weighs nothing and placed, quickly and efficiently, into the chair.  He tries to fight, but there are too many of them, and they all seem to be a strong as he is.  Besides which, he’s shackled.  Eight of the black-wearing agents hold him down while Blondie engages the restraints built into the chair.  One of the agents unfastens Bucky’s handcuffs once his upper arms are bound, and two others wrestle his forearms into cuffs in the chair’s arms.  The rest take positions around the room, all of them with weapons aimed at him.  

Even with all the thoughts wildly careening through his brain and the horror that has broken completely free of his control, even as he screams in defiance, Bucky has the presence of mind to realize that he is the only one making any noise.  From the time they appeared at his cell door to bring him to this torture chamber, no one has said a word.  Not one.  There have been no commands, no questions, nothing.  

Once he realizes he’s fully trapped, unable to escape no matter what he does, he stops wasting energy on shouting, even though the stream of profanity he’s been yelling helped with the panic.  He needs to focus.  He needs to figure out how to die before they use that accursed machine on him again. He can already feel the overwhelming agony that’s coming.  No. NO.  Anything, even death, but not that.

And then something utterly bewildering happens.  The rest of the team, or whatever they are, let go of Bucky now that he’s fully strapped into the chair, and back away.  As they do, Blondie leans over him, ostensibly to check a strap and, so close to him that only she and Bucky can see it, flicks something into her hand from underneath a wristband she’s wearing.  

“Say nothing,” he hears her mutter into his ear as she sticks whatever it is to the inside of Bucky’s left arm.  It’s tiny and apparently strongly magnetic, because he can feel it latch onto his arm.  And when he does, he feels his arm come to life.  

As she backs away slightly, she again makes full eye contact and pulls at other restraints as if to check them, too.  “Watch. Be ready.”

It’s so quiet he can’t be sure he heard her, and her lips don’t move as she says it, but there’s no mistaking the eye contact.  

What.  The.  Fuck.

He doesn’t move his hand or his arm.  Mostly because he’s so stunned.

“Vocem’!”  A man with a hideous scar where one eye and cheek should be barks at Blondie.  She steps back from Bucky and goes rigid.  Her eyes go blank.  “What did you say to him?”

She looks toward the others in the room, away from Bucky.  “To whom, Sir?”

“To him!”  The man’s harsh, guttural Russian only accents the hate in his voice.  He’s already pulling one of those damn stun batons from a loop on his belt.  

Blondie blinks and fights not to let amusement show on her face.  

“To… to him?”  She asks, indicating Bucky, as though it’s the most ridiculous thing the man could possibly have suggested.  “To the… cyborg murder-bot?”  

One of her team members, standing very near the scarred man, cracks a grin.  It’s the most emotion Bucky’s seen on any of their faces.  The guy nods to the scarred man.  

“Good one, Sir.”

And several of the others in the room laugh a little.  Bucky notices that, in addition to the armed team, there are men and women in uniforms who, to Bucky’s trained eye, are clearly higher-ups.  He sees, with a roll of nausea, that they are, indeed, wearing the skull and tentacles symbol of Hydra.  Bloody hell!  How the fuck many times do they have to kill these assholes?  Why doesn’t Hydra fucking die already?  

There are also a number of men wearing lab coats.  Some of them are fiddling with dials and pushing buttons on the banks of electronic gizmos lining the walls, others are just standing, watching him as if he’s some particularly fascinating lab specimen.

That’s when Bullethead, the guy from the plane, comes from behind the chair to face Bucky.  “Sergeant, welcome back.  It’s very gratifying to be a part of helping you to return to your previous extraordinary level of functioning.  I look forward to seeing Hydra’s most legendary asset in action.  You are the model on which we’ve built these troops,” he indicates the team of armed agents scattered around the room with their weapons trained on him.  Bucky notices that even the ones who strapped him into this chair are now aiming weapons at him.  There’s something really odd about their positioning, though.  They’re everywhere in the room.  Why aren’t they all equidistant, making a perimeter around him? He doesn’t get much of a chance to consider that, because Bullethead’s not done speechifying.

“Of course, they have nothing like your ability to function as a one-man strike force, but Hydra has decided that is as it should be.  After all, those with your skills have proven much more difficult to control than this… livestock.  But they are useful in their own way, if only as a unit.”

There is no flicker of emotion on the faces of any of those the man’s just described as “livestock.”  Jeez, Bucky thinks maybe he should be flattered.  At least they’d called him a weapon.  

The man goes on and on, pacing a little in front of Bucky as he warms to his sermon about the re-emergence of Hydra, so long in the making, and how he, The Asset, as they like to refer to him, will be integral to bringing it about.  Bucky’s not listening.  He’s too busy choking down bile and trying not to scream.  

Blondie sniffs.  Just once, and very quietly, but it seems odd in the circumstances, and Bucky automatically looks at her, standing behind the preaching jagoff who’s still spouting off about the new Hydra.  She moves the barrel of her weapon the tiniest fraction to the right.  It’s a slight movement, but Bucky’s a sniper, and he sees immediately that she’s no longer aiming at him.  She’s still looking at Bucky, but she’s now aiming at the man in front of him.  Bucky swears she nods imperceptibly at him before sweeping the room with her eyes.  

Bucky does the same.  No one is aiming at him anymore.

And then she makes two short, soft whistling sounds.  Immediately, Bucky hears every one of the armed agents in the room fire their weapon twice, but the only reason he knows it’s multiple weapons is the volume of the sound.  The shots are in absolute, perfect synchronization.    

Almost before Bullethead falls dead at Bucky’s feet, Blondie hands her weapon to another agent beside her and steps over Bullethead’s body to Bucky.  She begins unfastening the restraints holding him in the chair.

“Thirty-two, make sure they’re all dead,” the woman orders, still speaking Russian. The entire squad begins to move with a purpose, each one clearly well aware of his or her assigned task.  

This is crazy.  One second he’s surrounded by mad scientists and Hydra brass, the next every one of them’s been double-tapped and the same babe who strapped him into the chair is now getting him out of it.  Bucky feels like he’s in the hall of mirrors at Coney Island and all he can think of to say to the woman is, “Cyborg murder-bot?”

She kneels in front of him, taking a key from her armored vest.  As she unlatches his ankle chains, she looks at him with a wide-eyed, open gaze.  In English, she says, “You better be.  Otherwise, we’re not getting out of here.”

Once again, Bucky understands her words but has no idea what they mean.

“What the hell is going on?”  He demands. Bucky’s completely free of restraints now, but he doesn’t get up from the chair.  He stays perched on the edge.  

“What would it take to get you to trust me?”  The woman asks.

“A miracle, and about a thousand years,” Bucky answers.

“We have three-point-eight minutes.”

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me.”

The woman turns to her left just as another agent tosses an armored vest to her, which she hands to Bucky.  “Put this on.”  She doesn’t have to ask that twice.

While he’s strapping the vest on, her teammate tosses Blondie a weapon like the ones the agents are carrying.  “You know how to use one of these?”  She asks, holding it out to Bucky when his vest is secure.

Bucky gives her a look that he hopes conveys his disdain at such an asinine question, and takes the weapon.  She grins a little and holds up her hands as if in surrender, mocking him back.  

“Are you… You don’t actually think I’m gonna lead you all out of here like Moses to the Promised Land, do you?”  Bucky asks, incredulously.

In another situation, the offended look on her face would be funny.  “I will lead my squad,” she says imperiously. “No one’s asking…”  Her expression changes again, this time to one of confusion. “You do understand that we’re rescuing you?”

“Yeah, you don’t get a whole hell of a lot of credit for that seein’ as you’re the ones who brought me here in the first place.”  

She gets up and takes her own weapon back from the woman she’d handed it to.  “Now we’re getting you out.  Let’s go.”

Bucky stands then and slings the strap of the weapon over his shoulder.  “Thanks for the help, Doll, but I’ll make my own way from here.”  He begins to cross the room to the door through which they’d entered.  

“Really.” He hears the woman say from behind him, all attitude now.  “You got a plan for getting out of here?  Because I do.”

Bucky turns around.  

“A route, accomplices, staged weapons, supplies and transportation once we’re clear of the bunker.  You got any of that?”

“This was kind of a last-minute trip,” he shrugs.

“I see. Well, just so you know, genius, that door you were about to go through leads you to a nest of guards we didn’t kill.  You might want to at least use the door we’re using.”

“Fine,” Bucky bites off and crosses back toward her, then follows her to a door on the other side of the room.  They join three other members of the squad and begin making their way carefully and quietly down a dimly-lit hallway.  

It’s way too easy, and Bucky’s pretty sure this is all an elaborate trick of some kind. He feels completely unhinged, and he doesn’t trust these people in the slightest.  Plus, they’re dumb.  They’ve got him at the back of the line, with no one covering him.  Which is why he slips down a hallway without a sound and hopes like hell he’s far away before they notice.  

He needs to think, and find a way to get his bearings.  It occurs to him that maybe the best thing to do is get out of sight and hope there’s a ventilation system with shafts big enough for him to crawl through.  He’s not small.  That’s a pretty tall order.  But desperate times…

He finds a door that’s slightly ajar and whips into the room, surprising a guy sitting at a desk.  The guy’s dead before he even looks up at the noise.  Closing the door, Bucky scans the room.  He swears viciously when he finds a tiny ventilation grate on one wall.  So much for that idea.  Next, he rifles the desk to see if he can find some kind of map of this place.  No such luck. He’s going to have to try the hallway again.  Striding toward the door, he sees that there’s a little sign on the back of the door with the fire evacuation route marked on it.  Bucky actually smiles.  God bless bureaucrats.

Back in the hallway, he flattens himself against one wall and makes his way along the route the sign indicated.  He makes it halfway before three people in uniforms emerge into the hallway in front of him.  He takes them out easily, but it makes a lot of noise.  Damn.  He doubles his speed and comes to the T-intersection where he needs to go left.  Except Bucky has the bad luck to peek around the corner just as a guy in an officer’s uniform is striding purposefully right toward him. The guy opens his mouth to shout and, at that moment, a small red dot appears in his forehead, just above his right eye, and he crumples.  Bucky whips around to see Blondie standing halfway out of a doorway, her weapon still aimed at the officer.  

“They said you were smart,” she mutters quietly, and jerks her head toward the doorway she’s in.  Bucky shakes his head and runs down the hall to follow her.  When he gets to the room, he sees it’s some kind of equipment room, and she’s climbing a metal ladder to a hatch in the ceiling.   He slings his weapon to his back and follows her up.  What the hell.  If she’s playing him, he’ll just kill her.  

It’s a long, straight shaft that goes God knows where, and Bucky’s very surprised to see that he and Blondie are the only ones in it.  He has no idea where the rest of the squad is now.  They climb up what must be four or five floors until, at last, they come to the top.  The ladder ends in front of a metal doorway with no hinges or handle on this side.  Blondy waits until Bucky is just beneath her on the ladder, then knocks softly on the door in a definite pattern.

The door’s instantly opened by a woman Bucky recognizes from Brooklyn, one of the ones who dropped onto the street from a balcony, he thinks.  He’s surprised to see that they’re outside now.  It’s nighttime, it’s freezing, and there’s a foot or so of snow on the ground.  Yep. Siberia.  The shaft they’ve just climbed is the only part of the bunker above ground.  From outside, it just looks like a small utility shed within a large complex of buildings. Bucky has no idea what the other buildings are for, but most are big and have very few, if any, windows.  They’re all made of concrete blocks.  

Again, neither woman says a word or makes a signal.  The one who opened the door silently hands Blondie and Bucky white coveralls, which Blondie immediately begins to put on, so Bucky does, too.  When they’re zipped into the coveralls, the woman hands them fresh weapons, and also gives Blondie a small package which she tucks into a pouch on her armored vest. With that, the other woman goes in the metal door.  Bucky sees her begin to descend the ladder as Blondie closes the door and engages the latch.  

“Low and fast,” Blondie says to Bucky.  She shoulders her weapon and, at a crouch, begins to sprint across the area between the door they’ve just exited and a long, low building fifty yards away. He follows, the heavy snow pulling at his legs.  The white coveralls will make them harder to see in the snow, but the second they begin to run, shouting and gunfire erupt from somewhere behind them.  Blondie and Bucky both aim and fire blindly behind them, not hoping to hit anything, just trying to make the assholes shooting at them knock it off and take cover.  

It doesn’t work very well, but they make it to the other building where, just as they arrive at a man-sized door within a larger roll-up door, another of Blondie’s squad opens the door and they rush in.  Several bullets hit the door as it closes behind them.  

This building is some kind of garage.  Blondie keeps running across the floor toward a group of vehicles, flinging both of her larger weapons to the floor as she does.  “Get rid of those,” she calls behind her to Bucky, so he tosses his away, too.  He’s let the second one fall before it occurs to him that she still has several guns and knives and probably other weapons, but now he’s unarmed again.  Smooth, Barnes.  Well, if he has to relieve her of some or all of her weapons, he will.

They’re running between the vehicles when a deafening alarm goes off, and the whole garage lights up like mid-day.  Bucky squints but neither of them slow.  Blondie approaches a long, black SUV but he’s shocked to see that, rather than climb in, she drops to her belly and slithers underneath it.  

“C’mon, Sergeant,” she hisses, and he rolls his eyes and drops to the floor, too. Blondie’s now squeezing into a shallow box of sorts built into the underside of the SUV.  Bucky sees that there’s a part of the exhaust system that’s separated from the rest, hanging down on hinges.  He just has time to admire the cleverness as she urges him silently with hand gestures to hurry and slide in beside her.  He does, and doesn’t need to be told to pull up the hinged section of the vehicle’s undercarriage and secure the latch he sees on the inside.

It’s pitch black in the cramped space, but at least the alarm is quieter from in here. Bucky’s pressed up against Blondie and they’re both panting from exertion.

“What now?”  He asks in a whisper.

“Catch your breath and stay quiet.”

Within a very short time, there’s yelling and the sound of running feet outside, and the SUV starts up.  Bucky can feel the vehicle begin to move, and he spends the next half-hour in a very tiny space with a woman who has abducted him, put boots on him, frog-marched him into a torture chamber, insulted him several times, and is now helping him to escape.  He doesn’t even know her name.

“Hey,” he says in a low voice that can barely be heard over the engine and road noise. “What’s your name?”

“Tishina,” she hisses angrily.  She’s not telling him her name.  She’s telling him, in Russian, to shut the fuck up.

The SUV stops several times, and there are tense, shouted exchanges in Russian at each stop.  Each conversation is about the search for Bucky and, he guesses, the team of rogue soldiers, because they keep talking about “Trup vocem’” – Troop Eight.  

After the fifth or sixth stop, Bucky feels the SUV cross onto a gravel road. He feels Blondie tense, and she leans toward him and whispers into his ear.  “This is the tricky part.”

Bucky wants to make a crack about that – which parts of this haven’t been tricky? But he has a sinking feeling he’s not going to like what comes next.  

“Unlatch that panel again, but don’t let it drag on the road.”

He does as he’s told, hoping like hell she’s not about to say what he’s afraid she is.

“When I say so, let go of the panel, and slide out as fast as you can.  Try not to get run over.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

“Ten seconds,” she replies calmly.  

It’s both the shortest and the longest ten seconds of Bucky Barnes’s life.  

“Now!” Blondie hisses and, for good measure, gives Bucky a healthy shove onto the panel he’s holding up.  It falls to the road under his weight, with him on top of it.  He swears mightily – but quietly – as he slides to a painful, scraped-up stop on the gravel road.  The small amount of snow in the gravel probably helped him slide further to dissipate his speed more smoothly, but not nearly enough.

He looks up in time to see Blondie fall to the road from the bottom of the SUV, sliding and only missing being run over by the thinnest possible margin.  Snow flies up around her as she slides and , when she comes to a stop, she wastes no time getting to her feet and running to the side of the road, where she throws herself into a shallow ditch.  Bucky gets up and does the same, then crawls through the snow up the ditch until he gets to her.

“You OK?” He asks, wiping a hand across his cheek where he is sure he’ll have gravel embedded for the rest of his life – however long that might be.

She looks at him strangely and turns to the side of the ditch away from the road. He hasn’t really had time to wonder where they are, or how she knew when to bail out of the SUV, but when he looks up, he sees that she clearly knew what she was doing, because they’re at the side of a small airfield.  The SUV they were in has now turned onto a short road leading to a series of hangars and outbuildings.  In the middle is a small, two-story building with more windows than the others, which looks like it houses offices.

“You can fly a jet, yes?”  Blondie asks, not sounding confident.

“Which one?”  Bucky asks, seeing that there are a few different types on the tarmac, some of which he can probably fly.  Probably. It’s been a while.

“That one.”  She points and Bucky relaxes.  A little.

He’s not nearly as confident as he sounds when he says, “Yeah.  I can fly that.”  

Bucky turns to Blondie.  “I have no idea why the hell any of this happened, but thanks for getting me out.  What are you gonna do now?”

“I’m coming with you.”  

“You’re… But…”  Bucky sputters, finally resolving on a simple, “Huh?”

“It’s complicated, Sergeant, and we have a long flight ahead of us.  I’ll explain once we’re in the air.”

“But what will you-“

“Sergeant.  Focus. We need to go.”

“Fine. I’ll take you with me.  On one condition.”

She looks at him expectantly.

“Tell me your name.”

She hesitates just a beat.  “Eight.”

“Huh?”

“I am Troop Eight.”

“That’s not a name.”

The look that flashes across her face makes him wish, fervently, that he hadn’t said that.

“No. It isn’t.  But it’s all I have.  Can we go now?”

Bucky wants very much to apologize.  He spent a very long time not knowing his own name.  Being referred to as “The Asset” or “Soldat,” with no idea that he should even have a name.  He, of all people, gets why she’s looking at him like that.  But it’s way too much to get into right now.

The jet’s not that far away, maybe half a mile, but it takes over an hour to get there. First, they have to low-crawl their way through the snow to a chain-link fence, and then they have to cut through that fence.  That’s when they ditch the white coveralls, which helped hide them in the snow, but will make them more visible as they run from object to object to hide in the shadows from the bright light spilling over the tarmac.  Finally, scraped up, cold, and tired, they make it to the shadowed side of the jet.  Bucky boosts Eight up to unlatch the cockpit entrance and roll in, then she reaches down and pulls him up as he scrambles after her.  He’s stunned at how strong she is.  

Once they make it into the cockpit of the jet undetected, they take a few minutes to simply rest and catch their breath.  They can’t take off yet, anyway.  Eight tells Bucky they’re waiting for a signal.  Members of her squad are going to have to incapacitate the skeleton crew manning the airfield, or their flight will be disappointingly short.

“So what’s the signal?”

At that moment, half the little office building explodes.  

“That.”

“Subtle,” Bucky grins as they strap themselves in.  He begins flipping switches and says a little prayer that flying a jet is like riding a bike.  

Whether it is or not, there are suddenly a small group of people running out of the burning building, shooting wildly at the plane that’s just roared to life on the tarmac.  Bucky wastes no time getting them off the ground.

“Where are we going?”  He asks once they’re airborne and out of danger.

“You tell me.  This is as far as the escape plan goes.  From now on, I’m following you.”

“I was afraid you were going to say that.”

[bapydemonprincess]

Ulva’s second experience with love

I say second here because in truth, at a bit of a young, innocent age, Ulva found herself chasing after a little girl she’d met, finding herself taken with the other girl over any other kids her age she’d met so far! 

This wasn’t meant to be, though, for Ulva had no clue how to approach this other than giving this girl as much affection as she could, and try to win her approval! 

The girl only ended up freaking out and running away, and so that was a brief glimpse of Ulva’s very first love. 

And how the little wolf puppy found she had a lot to learn about herself.

As for Ulva’s second experience with love, it happened something like this...

Ulva and this girl were older, perhaps around 16 or so, and so Ulva wished to be a normal teen girl, and go to the local school. And there was a lot of debate and such about it because both parents WERE very nervous on this subject but they did want so much for their baby girl to be happy and enjoy life, so why not?

So she gets into school, and absolutely adores it, even if sometimes the things teachers teach her aren't the same as the things Mama and Papa taught her, but she still LOVES getting out and interacting!!

Soon she discovers the local "groups" or as we called it in OUR times, the local clique.

And really finds herself admiring this one girl who seems POWERFUL and LEADERLY and a bunch of other girls follow her everywhere, listen to her every word!

And once again Ulva is SMITTEN.

So she tries to get the girls attention, tries to casually go up and talk, tries to IGNORE everyone looking at her like she's insane.

She keeps doing this over and over, hoping this powerful pretty girl will talk to her!

Finally, this girl does. One time when school is over, as everyone is heading home, she stops Ulva, and she's all alone, and she apologizes for always ignoring her, telling her she just didn't want her friends to think she was weird for talking to Ulva. But now that everyone's gone, it's okay!! And she tells Ulva she likes her boldness, likes her answers in classes, even if they're not always correct, and asks if she wants to study with her. To hang out and get their homework done TOGETHER!

Ulva is SUPER EXCITED!!! And DRAGS THE GIRL PRACTICALLY to her place!!! Even if they didn't decide who's place to go to!

Ulva is TOO EXCITED, completely unaware of her Mama's eyes staying LOCKED on this girl despite her kind words of "Have fun studying, you two."

And is surprised and delighted when the girl ends up needing HER help with work more than SHE needed HERS. She compliments Ulva, telling her she's a lot smarter than people give her credit for, and Ulva is just... in heaven...

This studying together seems to go over so well, the first few times, and Ulva remains so happy to help, so happy to be appreciated and noticed!! Then one time the girl asks Ulva if maybe.. she could do some of her work for her? She says she'll be very very busy with things like piano lessons and such, and Ulva, feeling like she has a MISSION, totally agrees to help! The girl even gives her a quick little cheek kiss! Ulva practically floats home...

Then, at home, when being checked on, Mama asks "Why in the world do you have so much work to do, little one?" and Ulva straight up tells her "My best friend was really really busy, so she asked me to do hers for her!" And Ulva misses the look on Mama's face, as she turns slightly away, and doesn't speak a moment.....

But in an instant Sebastian is smiling again to her daughter "That's very kind of you, sweet pup... Just please do not wear yourself down working too hard, alright?" And Ulva swears she'll be alright! It's not too bad to do a little more work!

So she brings all the other girl's work to her the next day, telling her she did her best! Hoping she approves!! The girl seems satisfied and pats Ulva's head and kisses her cheek. They go in to school and Ulva is just on cloud nine... she is SO HAPPY!

Later the girl invites her to even eat at LUNCH with her and her friends, and she sits beside her and just beams as the girl goes on to say Ulva did really good with her work! And the others are now giving her attention too! So they ask her if she can help with THEIR work too, and of course, Ulva looks at the girl she has this deep crush on, and just knows she's GOTTA do it. She's gotta help her new friends and new dear best friend!! They all are really relieved and happy for her help, and yet it's strange they say they're all too busy to come over and study together! Oh well!

For some reason when Mama asks AGAIN about all the extra work and Ulva tells her she has new friends of her best friend to help as well... Mama does not seem to approve... at ALL.

"Why aren't they doing their own work, dear?" She simply asks. "Shouldn't they be doing it, or if they need help, come here with you to learn how to do it?" And Ulva shrugs and says "Well they say they're all really too busy to work on school work, so I think they can't HELP that.." And for some reason Mama just shakes her head, and walks away..

That night Ulva passes out from exhaustion for once, and when Mama and Papa come to see this, their poor girl collapsed around a pile of papers and books, they both SIMMER with their rage and know something has to be done as they put their little girl to bed.

The next morning Ulva sorta.. PANICS a little that she fell asleep while in the middle of doing the work, and tries to make up for it as quick as she can before its time for school!! And once at school, she's very ragged.. but delivers the work to her new friends, not DARING to tell them she may have slipped up a bit because she passed out.

They all compliment her and smile and the girl she adores exclaims to them all that she KNEW Ulva would come through! She gives Ulva a good hair ruffling, and they all go off to class.

Despite being still super tired, this praised sort of helps Ulva get through the day, though her teachers do sass her a bit for spacing off.

And when the group meet up with her at lunch again, one of them sorta.. doesn't seem happy. She starts complaining to Uva that the teacher noticed the shoddy work, and asks why Ulva was messy with HER work. And Ulva is really... confused! She gets so nervous and asks forgiveness, she explains that she just passed out but she tried her best the next morning! And yet no matter what the girl remains huffy, and the others seem a bit upset too. The only one who doesn't seem that upset is the girl she truly cares the MOST about, who tries to simmer the others down, trying to tell them to be nice! She even hugs Ulva, seeming to try and comfort, and it definitely works!

SO of course after school, they go to Ulva again, loading her up with their work and wishing her luck! Ulva promises to definitely not slack off THIS time!

However.... coming home, she finds Mama and Papa packing for some reason! And is instantly distracted on finding out what this is about. Papa explains that it's time to go visit Auntie Sullivan! It's been a while after all! And instantly... NOTHING ELSE MATTERS BECAUSE YESSS GOING TO SEE AUNTIE!!!

At one point while in the happy rush to pack, Ulva DOES remember all the work she's been loaded with... Hmmm.. Well, she'll take it with her and find some time eventually to do it!

This, however, never really happens, because there's LOTS to do at Auntie's

Getting to see her newest inventions, going out on the town to go shopping and to museums and such... and EVEN a dinner with the royal family Auntie still helps as well!

It's so busy busy busy!

Ulva completely forgets about school work!

Only on the very last day, packing up to go home again, does Ulva rediscover all the work she did not do.... and.. realizing this kind of.. makes everything suddenly snap in her mind. What is she going to DO?! What is she going to SAY?? She has NO TIME to do all this, hell the work was probably due DAYS AGO while she was here having fun!!

And Auntie Sullivan comes to check on her.. and finds the little one curled up crying over all this work.. all these school papers.

And Auntie Sullivan, even before knowing the story, has an inkling.. and comes in to comfort the poor girl. To ask why she has al this unfinished work?

And Ulva is a mess as she explains, how these new friends of hers, who count on her, who say they really are PROUD of her, are wanting her to do all this WORK just for them. They trust her with doing this for them!

There's a lot of sudden anger in Auntie Sullivan's older gaze.. while she still strokes Ulva's messy hair and listens.

And Auntie Sullivan tells the girl "If they really care about you, they would not put you through that. That is NOT what someone who loves and cares for you does! It is unfair to give you all that work, and get nothing in return but mere words of praise and then MORE work."

Ulva of course is a bit confused now, thinking about how this all started with her just wanting this one girl to care about her, to like her back, and then it turned into this! "So if she and the others REALLY care they shouldn't be mad at me even if I DID mess up?" She asks Auntie Sullivan. 

"You are ONLY one girl, Ulva. You are as human as they are, and have your own work as well."

She tells her to go to them and explain what happened, and to see how they react, and not to be surprised if they do not accept an apology or an excuse no matter how true it is. Ulva is really downtrodden, and afraid, SO afraid of what might happen as she goes home with Mama and Papa.

Of course Mama and Papa both offer to be with her, to go to school with her to meet these girls, but uh... Ulva passes on that, even if she's still scared. She fears what'll happen if Mama and Papa are there even MORE!

So Ulva goes to school, bringing aaall that unfinished work, and also having to talk to her teachers to explain her absences too. BUT that is easy, for the teachers are understanding adults about going off to see family.

But the girls at lunch when they're all together.. seem REALLY already angry, and glaring at Ulva even before she explains... She tries to anyway. She knows some of them were there to hear her explain to her teachers! But... they snap! Telling her they were all getting bad grades for missing work! They TRUSTED her with doing that work! And... and... even the girl Ulva wished to be close to.. has gotten cold, flipping her hair and turning away. Going on about how they'll have to find someone else then, who doesn't go off suddenly on a vacation with no explanation... Not even looking at Ulva as she says this...

Ulva breaks down crying even if she KNEW something like this would happen, she slightly lets her temper flare too. She shouts out to the girl about how they walked home together! How she thought they'd bonded! How she thought maybe.. maybe she LIKED her as much as Ulva liked her!!!

And the girl looks at her like she’s speaking another language, and scoffs. "Why would I ever go walking home with such a wild girl like you?" Completely denying the whole experience.

And BOOM Ulva lets her anger go, grabbing the table and FLIPPING it on them, then running away as fast as she can as she cries and cries.

She just runs home and runs to her room, still so aggrieved she can't help tearing up whatever she can get her hands on in her bedroom!

And finally Mama and Papa rush in, and Mama uses that demon essence to wrap her up, then pull her close so they can both just hold her in the wreck of her room while she cries.

And that is Ulva’s second experience with love.

[leepace71]

The Political Avenger: Chris Evans Takes on Trump, Tom Brady, Anxiety and Those Retirement Rumors

Ahead of 'Avengers: Endgame,' the progressive Captain America actor and Twitter firebrand says he's ready to retire his Marvel hero for directing gigs, a new Apple show and the fight against the "dumb s—" president: “I’d be disappointed in myself if I didn’t speak up.”

It's a Friday afternoon in February, and the view from Chris Evans' house in the Hollywood Hills consists mostly of fog. He bought this place for $3.2 million in 2013, back when he was two hit movies into his seven-film stint as Marvel Studios' Captain America; there's a Zen-ish garden inside the front gate, and a stone Buddha sits by the door. Evans banishes his dog, Dodger, to the guest room, shuts off the TV in the family room (CNN on mute), cracks a can of Modelo, and takes a seat on the couch. His arms are insane, as thick as thighs.

Evans has a movie coming out in a few months — an intimate little passion project called Avengers: Endgame (April 26). It's the sequel to last year's Avengers: Infinity War, which raked in $2 billion worldwide and ended with Thanos (Josh Brolin) disintegrating half of Earth's population, including the still-bankable likes of Black Panther and Spider-Man. The moody trailers for Endgame are designed to reveal even less than usual, but it's safe to assume that Captain America rallies Earth's mightiest surviving heroes for a rematch with the mad god who finger-snapped their friends and loved ones into oblivion, which means this will be the first of the four Avengers movies to depict actual avenging.

Evans — who made $15 million for the past two Avengers films, up from $300,000 for his first stint as Captain America — has said he's done playing the character after this. It's been reported that he intends to retire from acting entirely. And yet the announcements of new work keep coming. He's in Rian Johnson's crowded-house murder mystery Knives Out, due in November. He's playing the father of a teenager accused of murder in Apple's forthcoming limited series Defending Jacob. He's in talks to star in Antoine Fuqua's Infinite as a presumably Chris Evans-ish guy who can recall his past lives. It's a crowded dance card for a newly retired 37-year-old actor, and when I bring this up, Evans gets as annoyed as he'll get all afternoon.

"I never said the word 'retire,'" he says. "It's a really obnoxious notion for an actor to say they're going to retire — it's not something you retire from."

All he said — back in 2014, as the end of his obligation to Marvel loomed on the horizon — was that he was hoping to get behind the camera more, and that he'd told one of his CAA agents, "We are turning a corner." Cut to 5,080,000 Google hits for "Chris Evans retiring."

So, for the record: He's not retiring. He'd love to direct more, but the way he talks about it makes it sound more like a five-year plan. He's been looking for a good script, except the problem with good scripts is that they tend to go to great directors, which is not a weight class Evans would put himself in, not yet. He's directed one film, the slight-but-not-embarrassing indie romance Before We Go, which grossed $37,151 in theaters in 2014, or roughly 0.01 percent of what Infinity War made on its opening weekend. When that project is faintly praised in his presence — he also starred in it, opposite Alice Eve — he waves this off, saying it mainly taught him how much he didn't know. "I'm OK with making mistakes," he says, "and I learned a lot from that one."

Once he's done helping Marvel hype Endgame, he's going to take advantage of the security provided by nearly 10 years of huge superhero movies by letting the next phase of his career unfold at a more leisurely pace. "Momentum is a real fallacy, in my opinion," he says. "But it has a really strong hold on a lot of actors' mentalities. You really believe that while the ball's rolling, you gotta keep it rolling. I could be wrong, but to me — I just don't believe in that. I don't think that's real."

I guess we'll find out.

Evans laughs. "My last cover interview."

Here are some things we learned about Chris Evans, from what may or may not be his last cover interview:

He uses the word "pretentious" a lot, usually because he's worried something he's just said sounds pretentious, which it rarely does.

He will talk at length and in detail about himself, and his neuroses, and the conversations he has with himself about his neuroses.

He keeps it closer to the vest about other people. He mentions in passing that Justin Timberlake lives around here — "I think" — without mentioning that Timberlake lives around here with his wife, Jessica Biel, who was once Evans' girlfriend. Nor does he mention his former girlfriend Jenny Slate by name, although he occasionally says things about what it's like to hang out with a bunch of comedians, something he clearly knows because he dated Slate, on and off, for a while. They are off again, per the gossip pages; on Valentine's Day, a few weeks after we meet, Evans will tweet a picture of himself nuzzling Dodger and wish the best to his 10.6 million followers "from this pair of dysfunctional codependents."

When asked how he functions in relationships, he says: "I'm the one who fears being enveloped. I was always a really autonomous guy my whole life. Camping by myself is one of my favorite things. I really like to be with someone who also has their own thing to do as well, you know? If I'm with someone who just kind of adopts my life, that can feel a bit suffocating."

Evans and actress-comedian Jenny Slate, in 2016. At her urging, he read a collection of feminist essays, The Mother of All Questions. "You have to understand that you don’t understand," he says.

When he's not working or camping by himself, you can find Evans camped out on Twitter. He is extremely online in a way that actors who headline ultra-mainstream movie franchises tend not to be; on any given day, you can find @ChrisEvans quoting Idiocracy to mock President Trump's McDonald's buffet for the Clemson Tigers, signal-boosting tweets about gay purges in Chechnya, or addressing Sen. Lindsey Graham as "Smithers."

He worries about doing too much of this sort of thing, about it seeming performative or becoming white noise — Chris Evans, back on his bullshit. He does not worry about saying something online that might inspire MAGA-minded fans to microwave their Captain America action figures. And for what it's worth, he says, "Marvel has never said anything. On the contrary — when I bump into Kevin Feige the first thing out of his mouth is 'Man, I love what you're doing [on Twitter].'"

"I don't see it as trash-talking," says Feige, Marvel's president. "I see it as very astute, very honorable, very noble, very Cap-like. Commentary and questioning. I've said to him, 'You're merging! You and the character are merging!'"

"I’d be disappointed in myself if I didn’t speak up. Especially for fear of some monetary repercussion or career damage — that just feels really gross to me."

Evans campaigned for Hillary Clinton in 2016; and while he has not decided on his 2020 candidate, his crusading use of his platform has made him a real-life superhero to a certain segment of the online #Resistance. Days after we talk, he pops up on Capitol Hill to do some bipartisan grip-and-grins with Senate Democrats Brian Schatz, Chris Coons and Jeff Merkley and Republican Lisa Murkowski. In March, he does the same at the House of Representatives. It turns out he's conducting interviews for A Starting Point, a politics website whose mission is "to create informed, responsible and empathetic citizens." He's a co-founder, along with the actor Mark Kassen and entrepreneur Joe Kiani; the launch date has yet to be announced.

While he's only visiting Congress for now, everyone jokes about him getting a job there someday. There's familial precedent; his uncle is former Massachusetts Representative Mike Capuano (who lost a hard-fought race to Ayanna Pressley, a progressive city councilwoman, in September). For now, Evans feels obligated to do what he can, even if it turns his social media mentions into a garbage fire.

"You don't want to alienate half your audience," says Evans. "But I'd be disappointed in myself if I didn't speak up. Especially for fear of some monetary repercussion or career damage — that just feels really gross to me."

His willingness to call bullshit on anyone abetting the disintegration of our republic extends to his home state's favorite sons. When we talk, Tom Brady is two days away from leading the New England Patriots to a sixth Super Bowl win; when I ask if the chance to play Brady in a biopic would bring him out of non-retirement retirement, he looks grim.

"I don't know," he says. "I really hope he's not a Trump supporter. I'm just hoping he's one of those guys that maybe supported him and now regrets it. Maybe he thought it was going to be different — and even that bothers me — but maybe there's a chance now he just thinks Trump's an absolute dumb shit, which he is. If he doesn't, if he's still on that Trump train, I might have to cut ties. It's really tough."

"I think maybe a couple of years ago," he continues, "I might have tried to pull some, like, mental gymnastics to compartmentalize, but I don't know if I can anymore. So I'm just hoping he's woken up."

Evans has a platform and he's using it. But like a lot of straight white men seeking to consciously and conscientiously navigate a tumultuous moment in the history of straight white male-dom, he's learned that shutting up is important, too. At Slate's urging, he read Rebecca Solnit's The Mother of All Questions, a collection of essays about the insidious side effects of patriarchy, and took away a great deal. "You have to understand that you don't understand," he says. It's not the most action-heroish way to look at things — but that may be the secret of his appeal as a movie star.

"At the root of it, he has true humility," says Robert Downey Jr., who's played Tony Stark against Evans five times. "I think it's the reason he was able to kind of come to the front and be our team leader in the Avengers. I think a lot of his theater experience helped, too. Because it was like, 'OK, I'm going to dress up, I'm going to go out, and I'm going to tell the truth.' It's very kind of old-school Spencer Tracy. Although I guarantee you Spencer Tracy never would've put on that getup."

Unsurprisingly, Evans blows off discussion of his own goodness. "The characters I play do a lot of that heavy lifting. If people knew me — I'm just an asshole."

He seems a little uncomfortable. I change the subject by asking him to tell me what happens at the end of Avengers: Endgame. Evans laughs. "Yeah," he says. "I wish I could. Uh, it's — I mean — it's a good one. It's a real good one. I saw, like, the first hour of it."

So you watched it up to the point where Cap dies?

"Right, exactly," Evans says. "After I die by Tony's hand, I just said, You know what? I can't watch this."

I should make it clear that this is a joke, even if it feels like the kind of joke that could turn out to be true. "I can't believe they even cut together a trailer," he says, "because so much of it is a visual spoiler. You'll see. A lot of the characters have"—

He stops, covering his mouth.

"Probably shouldn't have even said that," he says.

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We’re No Heroes : Chapter 11

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Clint, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Sam, Bruce, Thor Word Count: 1,919 Warnings: Some language, angst, Sam and Nat cuteness, and I think that’s it. A/N: It’s chapter 11! Sorry for the delay, but it’s been busy around here. My dear sweet @amanda-teaches beta’d this for me, and I am so thankful! Thank you, darlin’!

The group is silent, the tension palpable as they all consider the conversation that is still hanging heavily over them.

“So you’re suggesting we march into Hell?” Tony breaks the silence, his voice loud in the deafening quiet.

“Not quite Hell. A, uh...a devil’s gate.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, a gate. That sounds so much better. And Hell would be what is behind this gate, am I correct?”

“....Yes.”

“Fantastic. Fan-fucking-tastic.” Steve frowns at Tony and he rolls his eyes. “Right, language. Like you don’t say fuck.” He sighs, then looks at the map of Central Park, the red darkening as time passes. “Why aren’t they leaving the gate? I thought you said this place was swarming?”

“It is,” Sam says as he walks over to the map, “with demons that were already topside. The gate isn’t open yet. Once the gate is open, thousands of them will pour out. This gate is easily five times bigger than the one we dealt with. If this gate opens…” He trails off at the thought, his gaze shifting to Dean.

“If this gate opens, Thanos and Crowley both get what they want. Problem is, we know Thanos will double cross Crowley. He’ll wait until he has the army he wants, an army that won’t die, he’ll get the stones, and, then, he’ll destroy everything Crowley thinks he has. There is no happy ending if that gate opens. We can’t let him do it.”

“How do we play a part in this? You’ve already said nothing can kill demons except for the knife.” Steve’s eyes are locked on the map, his brows furrowed as he contemplates what the Winchesters are telling them.

“It’s not the only thing. We have a gun, made by Samuel Colt. It fires specially made bullets, and we just happen to have the spell that creates more. I think we can get a little creative.”

“You think...you think? Have you ever used this spell on something other than bullets?” Tony shakes his head, “There is too much left to chance. You’re telling me that you’re just going to wing this?”

Dean shrugs, “That’s kind of how our lives work. We wing things using the knowledge that we already have. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. What we’ve always had on our side is smarts, and combine that with you guys...I think we’ve got a hell of a team.”

“Dean’s right. Our job is never black and white, and, though there are some set rules, generally speaking, we have to work with what we’ve got. We might not have time on our side, but what we do have is our knowledge and your technology. We already spooked Crowley with the Devil’s trap, he has no idea what we’re capable of. I’ve got a couple of ideas that I think will work, and we’ve got just enough time to test the theory. But we need all of you.”

Steve stands up, his arms crossed as he looks at the rest of the Avengers, “You really think your plan is going to work?”

Sam shrugs, “I honestly don’t know. I’m pretty confident, yea.”

Steve looks at Bucky, who nods silently. Steve acknowledges the movement and allows his arms to drop as he looks back at Sam, “We’ve done worse with less knowledge. Whatever you need, let us know.”

“Same here. Clint and I have done some questionable shit. Count me in.”

“Hell, if she’s in, I’m in. I gotta say, this sounds pretty freaking stupid, but then again, most of what we do kind of is, so...count me in.”

“Where Cap goes, I go. I figure you’ll need some wings in this operation, anyway.”

“Asgard is in safe hands for the time being, so I believe I can lend a hand. I am curious to see how this turns out. I am pretty fond of Midgard, after all. You have my hammer.”

“That leaves me and the green guy, I guess.” Tony sighs, shaking his head, “Fine. I’m in. This is incredibly insane, and I can’t see how it’s going to end well, but sure. Into Hell we go. Bruce?”

“I don’t see that I really have a choice in the matter. Let’s do it.”

Dean claps his hands, “Alright, there's some good news. Sammy, it's your turn. We've got work to do.”

“I'm going to need everyone's weapons and ammunition. Tony, I also need access to your computer system.”

“Sure thing, Sasquatch.”

“Great, you two nerd out with that. Now, the rest of you...how do you feel about tattoos?”

“Do you really think this is going to work?”

Sam looks up to see Clint watching him coat the tips of his silver arrows with the holy oil, sage, and myrrh that Dean had retrieved from the Impala. “Honestly, I don’t know. It works with silver bullets, so in theory, it should work on these arrows. Then again, the bullets work in tandem with the Colt so…”

“So it’s possible that the arrows won’t work because the bow isn’t made the same way as the Colt.”

“Exactly.” Sam lays down the last arrow and wipes his hands off on his jeans. “I guess we’re about to find out.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, "Signum est imitandum. Signum est imitandum." The arrow tips glow briefly, and when Sam opens his eyes, he sees the same etchings along their edges. “Well, that part at least worked.” He glances over and his gaze lands on Clint’s bow. “You’re probably not going to like this.”

“Like what?”

“I need to carve something into your bow.”

“Oh, hell no! No one touches my bow.”

“I don’t want to, but it’s going to double our chances that these arrows even work.”

“It’s not just that. You can’t just carve into it, it’s tough as hell. You aren’t going to cut into it like you’re whittling a piece of wood.”

“He won't have to.” They both turn to see Tony, grimacing as he flexes his arm while he walks towards him.

“What's wrong with your arm?”

“Same thing that's going to be wrong with yours. Head to the upstairs conference room, you've got some ink to get.”

“You've got a tattoo parlor in here?” Sam looks at Tony, mildly impressed.

“I called some people. It's under the table, but I'm not really supposed to have an unlicensed tattoo parlor in an office building, so let's keep it on the DL, huh?”

“Why are we getting ink?”

“Anti-possession tattoos. If we’re going to be fighting demons, we need to make sure we’re all clean. Trust me, being possessed is no fun.” Sam looks up from Clint’s bow and at Tony, “Why won't I have to carve it?”

“I can use a laser to etch whatever you want into their weapons, it's easier and faster. The only thing you'll have issue with is Cap’s shield. Vibranium is the strongest metal on the planet, and I don't have the power to even scratch it.”

“We could ask T’Challa,” Nat suggests as she crosses the room and sits next to Sam.

Tony shakes his head, “He's got enough to worry about right now. I don't want to involve Wakanda until we absolutely have to.”

“Tony, I think this might be that moment,” Natasha raises an eyebrow, “I can't really think of a better...or worse...one.”

“I'll think about it. In the meantime, we’ll come up with something for Cap.” Tony stares at Nat for a moment, and then smirks, “Where’s your ink?”

“Wouldn't you like to know?”

“That was the answer I was expecting. Hand me that bow, would ya? And, show me what you want carved into it.”

Sam finishes up the sketch he was working on and hands it to Tony, “It needs to say that exactly, and that symbol has to be accurate, too, or it won't work.”

“What does non timebo mala mean?”

“I will fear no evil.”

Tony scoffs, “Maybe you won't. Alright, let me see what I can do.” He walks off, leaving Sam and Nat alone.

“So, you've been doing this since you were a kid?”

Sam nods, “Yea, pretty much. I went to college for awhile, but some things happened, and I came back. This life doesn't really let you go that easily.”

“I understand that.” She falls silent, her eyes on her hands. “Children should never have to be soldiers, regardless of what war you're fighting.”

“No, they shouldn't.” Sam looks at Nat, her head down, and realizes they're more alike than he would have thought. “Luckily, some of us turn out okay, despite what we've seen, or done.”

She looks up at him and smiles, “Not everyone gets to save the world, huh?”

He shakes his head, “Nope.” He can't help but notice how green her eyes are in this light, a shifting shade of emerald that contrasts brilliantly against her red hair. He clears his throat, “I can work on your gun, now. This probably sounds like a dumb question, but do you happen to use silver bullets?”

She laughs, “No, not quite that fancy.”

He smiles in return, “I figured. I can take care of that, we've got some stuff in the trunk. If you could get everyone else as they come back so we can have everything lined up, I would appreciate it. I'll be right back.”

“Sure thing, Sammy.”

Sam opens his mouth to correct her, then shakes his head instead. He turns to walk away and then looks back over his shoulder, “Where is that tattoo, anyway?”

Nat grins, “Maybe you’ll find out when this is all said and done.” She winks, and watches as Sam chuckles and walks out of the room.

Dean walks into lounge to find Nat sitting alone. “Where’s Sam?”

“He said he was going to the car to get some stuff to make bullets.”

“How long ago was that?”

“I don't know...twenty minutes or so. Why?”

“I have the keys, he couldn't have gotten it. He's not been back?”

She shakes her head, “No, everyone's been in the upstairs conference room. I've been on my own.”

“Shit.” He fumbles his phone from his pocket and hits speed dial, frowning as the phone rings and rings. He hangs up and jams the phone back in his jeans. “He's not answering.”

“What's wrong?” Tony appears, Clint’s bow in hand.

“Sam’s gone.”

“What do you mean, ‘He's gone’? I just left him here.” He lays the bow down. “How can he be gone?”

“He went to get stuff to make bullets and now he's not answering his phone.”

“I'm going to go look for him. You guys stay here in case he comes back. I'll check the Impala, maybe I did leave it unlocked.” Dean leaves before anyone can respond, skipping the elevator and taking the stairs down to the parking garage. “Sammy!” he calls out, his voice echoing through the mostly empty space. “Where the hell did you go?” He slows to a stop at the Impala and sighs; there is no sign that Sam has been here. He pulls his phone out and calls him again, jumping slightly when he hears it ringing nearby. He follows the sound, walking around the Impala and kneeling down by the front bumper. Sam’s phone is vibrating loudly against the concrete, Dean’s face and number flashing dully behind the shattered screen. Dean hangs up his phone and picks up Sam’s, looking around.

“Sam, what the hell happened?”

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