#way + he had his home and whatnot in the long years he's been alive but he still just seemed so lonely.

[ruporas]

soft (and some bittersweet)

[yanderenightmare]

i love your hybrid au sm! the way you characterise each animal to suit not only it’s species, but the characters itself is so creative and nothing short of genius! so it got me thinking, how would you imagine the bnha characters as mythical creatures and monsters ??? ( eg. vampires, wendigos, harpies, werewolves ) etc.

Katsuki, Tomura, Hawks, Deku, Shoto, Dabi

TW: implied noncon, yandere, the supernatural?

gn reader

Shigaraki Tomura Ghost

You’ve moved into his old room, and though you furnish it a bit differently than he did when he was still alive, you’ve placed the bed in the exact same spot. It’s been all dust and dead moths up until now, it almost feels like he’s alive again as he sleeps next to your warm body.

It’s only small things in the beginning. Underwear that goes missing, unexplainable handprints on the foggy shower doors, your duvet on the floor even though you’ve never been one to kick it off in your sleep.

You’ve never been one to believe in the paranormal either, but something convinces you to search up the history of the house. You find out a boy had murdered his entire family here—parents, grandparents, his sister—and that the boy himself was never found.

Obviously, you shut your laptop with a bang and try and will it away from your mind. It happened years and years ago—whoever that boy was, he was long since dead. But the more it starts sinking in that you’re not alone, the more your belief feeds him—makes him feel real again, as though you’re slowly bringing him back to life.

Sometimes, you spot him in the mirror of your vanity, but when you twist around, there’s no one there. But you feel him—the gust of cold breath giving you goosebumps, the weight of hands and a chest pressing against yours at night, and the brush of coarse fingertips touching you in places—places that have you moaning his dead name.

Bakugou Katsuki Demonic spirit

He enjoys large houses—preferably something with a bit of history. But every now and again, some moronic humans decide it’s time to wreck the old and build something new—which means he’s often on the move.

He doesn’t mind living alone in his new house until you move in. He’s a little mad at you at first—he thinks you’re one of those wreckers, what with your renovations and whatnot—but then he understands that you’re preserving, not destroying. Apparently, the Gothic manor is your ancestral home built by one of your great-grandparents seven generations back in the 18th century—seems you were the only descendant who felt it was worthwhile to keep. 

He wouldn’t normally stay when someone else moved in—he’d often use his demonic means and scare them on their way. But with you, he settles for dwelling in the shadows, in the many dark rooms you haven’t found a use for yet. But when night comes, and you turn off the lights and go to bed, he can't help but end up in your room—watching you sleep, oh-so-peacefully and blissfully unaware of his presence. But he won’t do anything to you even though he could, even though you make it so easy—he’s grateful to you, his little housemate.

Your bedroom becomes awfully hot at night—you can’t explain it. Nor can you explain why the wind howling through the house sounds more like the groaning breaths of a beast. All you know is that your bed feels heavier than it should if you were the only one in it—and that you don’t dare twist around to see what it is sleeping next to you because whatever it might be, you don’t think it’s human.

You know it isn’t human. It’s too big to be, and its hands are too warm and too rough—and its claws too sharp where they rake into your skin and tuck you close to a chest that feels as though engulfs you. You don’t think it has a heart, only a stomach—and it sounds hungry.

You read up on sleep paralysis demons, and it brings you peace of mind, but only until night comes and you go to bed in wait. It’s the first time he talks to you. His laugh is like rusted clockwork, and his voice is like raked coals—hot and scratchy against your ear as he tells you how your human ways of rationalizing the things you don’t understand are cute and amusing.

Keigo Takami - Hawks Guardian Angel

Being a guardian angel has always been a fun hobby of his ever since the creation—he’s found it to be a nice break from all the other angelic duties he has bearing down his wings. Of course, it’s always sad when your human dies, but luckily, there’s always another one not far behind to steal your halo all over again.

You’re his most recent. He watches over you any minute he can spare, chuckling over all your silly human antics. And though he’s had plenty of humans before you in the long history of man and God, he can’t help but confess you’re his favorite so far. You’re just so cute with your big, adorable eyes and pretty smile.

He begins taking greater pride in his responsibility of being your guardian. He used to see it as but a menial little task he could take to when feeling up for a laugh, but something about you makes him want to watch over you every single second of every day.

And so he does—he has the feathers to spare, especially for something so important. But soon, simply watching over you doesn’t feel like enough anymore.

He knows it’s wrong—so very wrong—so much so he’s afraid he’ll be cast out if anyone were to find out. It’s not right for angels to feel amorous for humans—most would call it deviant and demonic. But he can’t help himself—watching you in your vulnerable state while you undress, bathe, and sleep.

Still, it doesn’t feel like enough.

Maybe he’ll come to visit you one of these days.

Midoriya Izuku - Deku Hybrid between fae and troll

He protects the forest and nurses all sick and wounded animals back to health, writing down the condition of trees and brushes in his notebook as he wanders for hours until he falls asleep in a moss bed beneath the stars. And though he knows his responsibility is purely to the forest, he can’t help but feel inclined to keep an eye on the little human who lives just beyond it. You’re just so cute with the way you walk the forest and sing songs you think no one hears—wearing your human clothing and living in your human abode behind walls and a door. He just finds it absolutely fascinating. 

Sometimes, you feel like there’s something following you when you walk about the forest next to your house. You’ll turn around to see a cluster of rocks and greenery you could have sworn weren’t there when you walked by—you look away before allowing yourself to think the pile looks an awfully lot similar to a larger human’s huddled form. But sometimes you hear it—the sound of stone scraping methodically, as though walking. You don’t humor the thought until you start finding his footprints outside your house, on the path to the forest—feet thrice the size of your own and sunken as though made by something very heavy.

Your legs go out from beneath you once you first see him—not like those times you’d turned around only for him to pretend to be part of the earth—this time, he’s pretending to be more like you, and it only makes it all that much worse. He’s bigger than a bear, grey-skinned with flecks that remind you of freckles and hair like fresh moss sprouts. His eyes are as green as the fox-fire fungi when night falls—glowing with nocturnal light. When you try to run, he follows suit, making the ground shake so bad it knocks you over. 

He carries you into the mountain where he lives and keeps you there from then on. After all, the part of him that’s fae has considered you his pet from the moment you took a bite of your first forest fruit. It was his gift to you whether you knew it or not, and now you’ll belong to him forever.

Todoroki Shoto Vampire

It’s an awfully boring world. Not much to do when you feel you’ve done it all twice over. The taste of blood has become stale no matter how many different types he drowns himself in at night. Sometimes, he humors the thought of setting his manor ablaze if only to watch the fire roar until the sun rears the top of the roof and finally puts him to eternal rest. But he’s been thinking about it for two or more centuries already, and he’s beginning to doubt his nerve.

Dead things can’t make vows, so he must go on as he decided to when he was still alive—that’s the curse—only another person can break it.

You seem doable enough when you stride into his manor with your little sharpened sticks and silver daggers. It’s been a while since a hunter has graced his presence. The scent of holy water makes him lick his fangs, and the nearly irresistible urge to drink you dry almost has him pouncing on you—but he knows it would be but a fleeting high unworth it in the end when he’d have to live another millennium without the warmth of the sun or another soul.

He drops down before you with grace. You have the tip of your silver dagger pointed up under his chin in the same second but get stunted by his pale porcelain face, showing no signs of aggression and rather riddled with a bleak sort of melancholy you’re not used to seeing on the godless creatures.

He simply stands there, straight-spined and high-headed, with his hands folded behind his back as though showing you respect—and then, unprompted and to your great surprise, asks if you would please make it quick and put him out of his misery.

Todoroki Touya - Dabi Hyrbid between incubi and vampire

He preys in nightclubs on those who have that mischievous glint in their eyes in dire hope their lust can match his. Every day, it’s a dozen new—he can never seem to find the right one—always starving and never sated no matter how much he gorges himself, always thirsting, always dying for more. 

Until you.

You’re but a dainty wallflower who doesn’t want to be there, but you have this scent about you—garden-fresh, like something he’s never smelled before, and his tongue yearns for a taste. He knows what it is once he gets closer to you—the opposite of sin of all things, it’s innocence, and oh, how he craves to devour it whole.

His silver tongue has had so much practice that using it on your gullible ears makes him all but drool, asking you if you’d like some fresh air. You nod your head, big eyes looking at him as though he were some sort of saint for offering. He laps it up—it’s all he can do to pace himself. But when he has you alone, it’s all over for you.

He’s going to corrupt every last piece of you until that once peachy keen taste of innocence has become an ever sweeter taste of syrupy sin. He’s going to make you exactly like him—and your tall fall from grace will leave you blasphemous and beautiful.

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Synopsis: After losing so much, Spider-woman learns to just keep moving. Only for her to end up somewhere far from home. Her first agenda is figuring out where she is, and how to get back. The only problem is that she ended up somewhere fictional (to her). Playing hero with Batman was not in her bingo cards this year. Hopefully she will be able to make it back home before she catches unwanted attention.

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Chapter 1 - Home Sick

Okay, let’s start this from the top. Once upon a time and all that shit.

You had somehow, some way, ended up stranded in another universe when you were going toe-to-toe with the Spot that (unfortunately) Mile’s apparently created (unintentionally). Got it? Good.

Now the question is how you got stranded in another universe while fighting the Spot is another shebang that you do not know, and frankly, not your top priority as of right now.

Your mission is finding a way to power your web-watch (no offense but the gizmo name sucks), and either use it to find Miguel, the spider-society, or your very own earth. You honestly weren’t choosy on which option you land, as long as you safely made it out alive and unscathed. 

Speaking of unscathed, which in fact you are not, you quietly swung across many buildings, in the shadows, making sure you were hard to spot. Your dark spider suit being perfect for night patrol is a blessing for the camouflage it provides you in this god forsaken gloomy city.

Now, to get back on track, it took you an embarrassing amount of time to process that you have basically been thrown into a world where in your universe is all but fiction. 

Have you kept up with the comics?

No, of course not. After Aunt May’s passing, you honestly gave up everything and just solely dedicated yourself into fighting crime. Well, you know some things, since Peter was also a mega comic nerd.

He would go on for hours and hours and hours about Batman and his kids (adopted and biological) and whatnot. You didn’t mind, since spending time with a talkative Peter was better than being in your own headspace. If you recall the latest one to come under Batman’s wing was someone named Duke? Well, that’s as far as you remember. 

Regardless, now you're looting someone’s clothing wire. Picking out a thick gray turtleneck and black leggings (thank god) you don them over your suit, making sure nothing was visible. Now the issue is your footwear. Maybe you can get away with it? 

Taking off the mask you were able to stuff it inside your bra (extra pocket, am I right?) while your gloves were hidden among your sleeves. Making sure nothing was out of place you pulled out the wallets of the two petty criminals, counting the money.

“Four-fifty, not bad.” Though you don’t condone your actions, you are in a precarious situation at the moment. Oh well. Tossing one of the wallets away (making sure not to touch it with your fingers), you also placed it inside your bra for safe keeping.

Maybe this would be enough for a motel? How expensive- or cheap are those in Gotham? With how often crimes occur, it shouldn’t be that expensive, right? Regardless, first things first, find a place to eat, find out the date and then a place to stay. Shouldn't be too hard.

Quietly climbing down the side of a complex building, you made sure the coast was clear before heading out. The lack of a jacket made you feel very vulnerable and exposed. Head down and hands to your sides, the cool breeze of the city causes shivers down your spine. “This fucking sucks.” you mumbled, making sure to avoid gothamites as much as possible. 

No time to gawk at your environment when you’re so out of place. You honestly just kept walking around, hearing police sirens and the occasional cop car driving by while you try to not lose your goddamn mind.

Walking around, using back streets and alleys you shiver as the cold nips at your face. It’s not that you’re sensitive to cold, it’s just that you can’t afford to get sick here. In a world where you don’t exist.

“Wait a minute…” thinking back on something, it’s true that you don’t exist here. But that doesn’t mean that a you- doesn’t exist. Maybe somehow there is a version of you or spider-woman here. A far reach but hey, just hours ago, this was all fictional to you. But something worth looking into. 

With a heavy sigh you walk inside an alley, looking up to gauge the time to see- oh, what’s that? Another clothing line! And guess what? It has more clothes to loot! Score! Don’t mind if I do! Finders keepers baby!

And you thought your spider luck was ass.

Discreetly looking around to see for any cameras that can potentially identify you only to come out flat. Perfect. Using the fire escape you parkour to snag a black oversized zip up sweater. 

This would be perfect in covering you even further (and now you have pockets for your mask) and making your figure harder to identify. Now you can start acting like a true gothamite.

With a pep in your step, you exit the alleyway.

Spotting a diner up ahead, settling yourself inside you order your drink of choice and a bagel just to have something to entertain yourself while you calm your nerves.

Sitting down next to a window, taking slow sips and bites from your meal you subtly look around (making a point of subtly ignoring the gaze of the cashier). It seems to be late afternoon, heading to night. Not good, not good at all. 

Besides finding a place to stay, you glance at your wrist, the web watch looking pretty obvious and suspicious out there in the open on your wrist. But, without it, you could perish in this foreign world. Should you pull a Hobie Brown and create a new watch from scratch? No, you don’t have the time, tools, or luxury. Thank god for the hoodie covering it up.

Right now, staying on task is essential. A job, maybe? With what credentials? Hell, you don’t even have an ID. Maybe a fake one? Who would do such a thing for a reasonable price and isn’t a criminal? Another note, you need supplies, enough to build web shooters and the cartridge. Unlike other spiders, you had the ability to shoot webs from your wrist, gross. But (with Peter’s intellect) you ended up also creating webs on your own in case yours fails. And it has- a lot both in comical and crucial times. Peter wouldn’t let you live anything down (god you miss him).

And being in a new world and everything going on, the last thing you need is a web block because of the high anxiety and stress this place is already giving you. You’d rather be safe than sorry. Now, how to get supplies? Stealing them seems easier than working for it. You just don’t have the time. How were you going to steal them, and from where? Who the fuck knows. Probably from a college science room or something.

In order to do even that, you need to find out the layout and what not of this place. So maybe the best place to start is the library? Doesn’t someone from Batman’s little possie work at the library? Can you risk that? Probably.

Fuck, this was going to be harder than it looks. No phone, basically no money (not counting the one you stole from criminals), no ID (or insurance), no place to stay, no allies, ya got nothing. Zip, zero, nada. 

You feel so lost and alone, so vulnerable. And the thoughts in your head are slowly getting louder and louder. Eating away at your insecurities and feelings. God, you’re starting to get homesick. Will you make it back? Will you find a way back home? Is anyone even looking for you?

Last thing you recall was fighting the Spot with Miles, Hobie, Gwen and Pavitr. You remember hopping onto Spot’s back while he was absorbing but then he poof and you along with him. Everything went black for you and then you landed here in this city (ungracefully might I add).

You just want to go home…even if it’s lonely without Uncle Ben, Aunt May and Peter Parker.

You really have nothing, rock bottom, baby. But then again, the only place to go is up, right? 

Sighing you finished your drink and bagel before leaving the diner, making sure to look at the clock above the exit, and aimlessly walking around. Would they let you in one of those shelters? Are those even a thing? Probably, maybe. 

Couldn’t hurt to try. Buuuuut, then again, you need the privacy, so maybe the shelter was a no go. Okay, perfect, back to square fucking zero. A cheap and possibly dangerous motel it is!

Hopefully your spider luck doesn’t fuck you over. You’re honestly thankful for not coming across any batsonas and whatnot. And you were able to get clothes so you say you’re two for two.

After looking around for some time, emphasis on some, you managed to find a motel and get yourself settled. No ID required, just cash, and you internally sobbed at the remaining funds you had left. You really will need a job or a sustainable income.

“Are underground rings still a thing? Is it a thing here?” You mumbled, discarding your stolen clothes before fiddling with your watch until its screen flashes before abruptly turning dark again. “Well now, how fucked am I?” A deep sigh resonated in the empty room. Hopefully while it turned on, Miguel would somehow by some god given miracle (or your spider luck but don’t bank on it) that he received at least a signal, no matter how microscopic it is.

You had to get home. At all costs. This place isn’t your home. It’s not like you should play by the rules. But, Ben, May, and Peter would be so disappointed in you if you break laws just to return to your home universe. And if you’re being truthful, it wouldn’t sit right with you either…

But Miles needs you. 

If this world doesn’t have a- you in it, then you aren’t needed here. So you shouldn’t waste time twiddling your thumbs. Maybe you really do need to break into a computer lab to see what’s up with your watch or scavenge for parts. Hobie built it with parts from Miguel’s earth. Meaning, you can too, with whatever scraps you can find.

You’ll prioritize your watch first, then this city. It’s unfortunate, but you really have to get back home, and you can’t let your feelings get in the way and distract you.

Maybe you should call it a night? Figure things out in the morning? A yawn takes over your thoughts. “Yea, sleep sounds really good right now.” 

These problems are for tomorrow’s you. For now, you’ll catch some Zzz’s and flesh out a detailed plan on how to get back home. 

You’re banking on hacking a computer at the library despite the risks. Shooting a web at the door to prevent any possible and/or unwanted inconveniences because let’s be honest, trust no one but yourself, especially in this bat(ha)shit crazy world, better to be safe than sorry. You need your sanity to fix or at least charge your watch in order to get back home.

“Ben, May, Peter- give me strength.” and into dreamland you go.

-

“Hey B, come look at this.” A female voice spoke out, catching the attention of the adult in the cave. “I got something to show you. I got a trace of a disruption- but it happened quickly and only once.”

“Where.” A gruff and stern voice asked.

“Around the East End.”

“I’ll let Selina know.”

“Should I get someone to look into it?”

“No, I’ll do it myself.”

With that, silence once again enveloped the Bat cave as Batman stepped out.

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I'll be honest, I have no outline of where I want this story to go, this is just brainrot hour for me. Less go. A very high chance this will soon turn into somewhat of "yandere" but it's mostly just them being "possessive" honestly. Slooow burn. This was the last thing i had typed up, and I have no clue where I will drive this story, oops.

[seresinhangmanjake]

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Series:

Oh, Baby (dad!Jake Seresin): You might not have been his girlfriend, but when you left town one night a month after sleeping together, it completely broke Jake’s heart. Now, a year later, you’ve returned and you’re not alone. You have a new little companion that just so happens to bear a startling resemblance to Jake.

The One I Want (Jake Seresin x Plus Size!Reader): You're new in town and some guy named Jake is about to be your roommate. Being skeptical of new people keeps you lonely and uninterested in any entanglements, but Jake is desperate to change that.

Signed Away (Arranged Marriage AU): You find out about the contractual marriage your parents arranged with Jake’s when you were a baby. You’re plenty angered by it, but Jake doesn’t seem too bothered. He might even be happy.

Stolen Angel (Angel/Demon AU): You thought you were having a one-night stand with some random, normal guy. Turns out he's a winged, demon-like stalker who has been obsessed with you for years.

One shots:

Forgetting: Jake forgets to pick you up at the airport because of his ex, and for the first time, you think maybe you and Jake aren't mean to be.

Can’t Let You Go: When you and Jake broke up, it hurt both of you more than you could handle. Now, after three months of barely seeing or speaking to one another, Jake walks in on the surprise of seeing you in a wedding dress, and it brings past memories and ruined dreams to the surface.

Rather Be with You: Jake has been away for six months and he just hopes you waited for him.

It’s oh so Quiet: you are in a bad relationship, and you just want to be with Jake.

Just a Little Weak:  You are Penny’s new bartender and she warns you to stay away from one particular pilot, so you do your very best to please your boss. It is only when Penny goes out of town for the summer, leaving you in charge of the bar, that the pilot finally makes his move, and you finally give in. 18+

Touch and Go: You and Jake had been sleeping together for months, and as sure as you were of your feelings for him, you were unsure of his for you. He, however, certainly knew how he felt about you, and after you decide to go on a long trip without telling him, he lets you know just exactly what’s on his mind. 18+

Lazy Mornings and Whatnot: After coming home from his last mission, Jake doesn’t want you to leave the bed and will do what he has to if it means insuring that you’ll stay, which leads to fluffy conversations.

Jealousy Game: You do a little experiment to try to make Jake jealous and it works, with unexpected consequences that change the way you thought the night would go. 18+

Jealous Jake and the Biting Problem; Jealous Jake and the Other Sleepover Buddy: You and Jake have a friends-with-benefits situation, but when he finds bite marks on you from another guy, he doesn’t handle it well. 

Split: You break up with Jake because his actions make you question everything you’ve had between you, but he wants you to take him back. 

A First and a Second: It’s soft Dad!Hangman from start to finish. And cute marriage stuff.

Wanting it all: Hangman ends up in the hospital from a very similar Phoenix/Bob/birds situation, and you suddenly regret keeping a big secret from him.  

Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts: You and Jake had a history of flirting and occasionally kissing if too much time was spent at the bar, but it never went any further than that. One night, after showing up at your house and passing out on your couch, Jake wakes up the next morning only to learn he had drunkenly confessed his feelings for you.

Alive: After you get into an accident, Jake has a hard time coping with how close he was to losing you.

More Than What We Are: You and Jake are friends with benefits, and you have one rule: No feelings! Jake decides that rule doesn’t work for him anymore. 18+

Less Misery, More Company: Jake has feelings for you but you don’t believe it, so you play a little trick to get back at him for all of his flirtatious teasing. But that little trick fails miserably, and as the weight of your mistake settles in, you realize you owe him an explanation, one that requires you to admit some things you’ve long denied.

Back for More: Jake up and left you without explanation right before a mission. Now he’s returned wanting you back, but you want that explanation before you’ll be willing to let go of the pain and heartbreak from his sudden departure a month prior. 

Scrapes and Bruises:  When Rooster and Hangman get into a fight over you. Basically, Rooster is not thrilled about your relationship with Hangman, and their issues with one another bring up some fears of your own.

A Mission of Another Kind:Jake is assigned to a mission he did not think he would have to take part in, despite training for it with everyone else. Considering its high level of danger, you had been happy he hadn’t volunteered for it, until he came to your house one morning to tell you he had been assigned and would be leaving within the hour.

Drabbles:

He Doesn’t - Jake doesn’t do relationships...right?

Early - Jake’s a sweet boyfriend when reader gets her period.

Jake helps his drunk girlfriend

His Princess

“The bed is cold without you here”

Perfect for me, Baby - Jake is there for you when you have body-image concerns. 

Get Me Through - Jake helps you through the death of a loved one. 

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swept completely off my feet, this snow globe scene is turning me

written for @bucktommywinterfest prompt: December 8-14: hallmark movies/movie night and/or “I've actually never seen snow before.

rated: G word count: 2.5k

[also on ao3]

“You know,” Tommy’s voice is quiet, barely a whisper, almost drowned out by the sounds of the TV. It’s some kind of Hallmark movie Buck’s half-paying attention to, half-dozing off after the gruelling shift today. “I’ve actually never seen snow before.”  “What?” Buck raises his head from where it’s been resting on Tommy’s shoulder to look at him, immediately more awake. Tommy looks back, almost surprised, as if he didn’t mean to say anything. His fingers keep moving in soothing motions over Buck’s knee, where his legs are thrown over Tommy’s lap. They’re cuddled up under a blanket, and it’s almost too hot – it’s a combination of the blanket, hot chocolate, and the quite warm early December LA evening. It’s far from a true Christmas-winter atmosphere Buck grew up with, but he got used to the warm weather a long time ago. He still misses snow sometimes. He’d never think his boyfriend never saw snow, though.  “Never?” Buck asks, trying to keep his shock out of his voice. “I mean, I’ve seen it in movies or pictures.” Tommy gestures vaguely to the TV screen. Buck glances at it to see the characters walking through a snowy landscape. Ah, so that’s what prompted the confession. “I just never had the opportunity to see it in real life.” “In all your forty one years alive? Not once?”

“Evan.” Tommy levels him with a look. “You know I’ve lived in LA my whole life.”

“Yeah, but- but you’re a pilot! You can fly anywhere! And you’ve never travelled?” Buck asks incredulously.

“Nowhere where there’s snow.” Tommy shrugs. “And I’m a pilot for LAFD, honey, not a lot of travelling outside of California. Why is this so shocking? There’s plenty of people who have never seen snow.”

“Still, it’s Christmas. Don’t get me wrong, I love LA, this is my home. But Christmas with snow? That’s a totally different atmosphere. Like in those movies,” he nods towards the screen, now presenting a cozy-looking room, snow behind the window. “The air smells crisp and fresh, you can actually curl up under a blanket with your hot boyfriend and a hot chocolate and not feel like you’re burning ten minutes later,” he says and Tommy laughs, “and all the decorations look so much better with snow – why do you think some people put fake snow in their backyards?”

“We’re not doing that, by the way.” Tommy is quick to add, because lately they’re in the middle of discussing decorating his house, which Buck thinks needs to be much more festive. He already started putting up decorations as soon as December rolled around. Tommy has been indulging him with everything so far, all the lights and garlands and a wreath on his front door, and stockings – Buck ordered custom ones, one with ‘Evan’, the other with ‘Tommy’ on them. There’s also little figurines, like Santas and Christmas trees, and reindeers and whatnot all over the place. They’re only missing an actual tree and decorations outside. And mistletoe, that’s a must. Buck has plans for everything, but there’s still time until Christmas, so they’re taking it slow. 

“Of course not.” Buck rolls his eyes. “I’m just saying, it looks better with snow. Also, snow is just fun! You’ve never been sledding? Or ice-skating? Or made a snowman? Or angels in the snow? Or had a snowball fight?” He can feel his eyes get wider with each question, as it’s just settling in how much Tommy’s missed out on – and a plan is forming to remedy that. 

It’s not that Buck loves snow so much – he likes it just fine, but he prefers the hot LA weather. It’s just that it’s Christmas, and as un-festive as his holidays at home usually were, some of his favorite memories are when Maddie took him to play in the snow as a child, and how much fun he had with his friends, skating over frozen lakes and having snowball fights. 

“And Santa!” He continues, eyebrows raised high. Tommy looks amused now, looking at Buck’s outrage with a grin. “Santa travels by sleigh!”

“Baby, I’m sorry to tell you this, but Santa doesn’t exist.” Tommy says teasingly, mock-concerned, and Buck lightly slaps at his chest. “Besides, he’s magic, he doesn’t need snow.”

“We’re getting off-track here.” Buck shakes his head. “You’ve never seen snow.”

“Never.” Tommy nods.

“Well, you’re gonna.” Buck says decisively, moving to get off of Tommy’s lap, but Tommy’s strong hands keep him in place.

“Where are you going?”

“To grab my phone. I need to find someplace to take you this Christmas to see snow.” Buck says simply, a plan already forming in his head, a thousand ideas coming at once. It suddenly becomes one of the most important things that he makes sure Tommy sees snow this year.

“You wanna go away for Christmas? Really?” Tommy asks skeptically, frowning.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Because you’re the biggest family guy I know. Don’t you wanna spend it with your family? I thought we were going to Maddie’s.” One of Tommy’s hands is moving softly along Buck’s back, the other still resting on his knee. Buck sinks into his touch again, relaxes against him.

“Right, we are.” Buck nods, thinking intensely. “Well, we can go away for New Year’s Eve?” He suggests. “We could take two days off, make a trip out of it. And if we can’t get time off then,” he adds, because it is a very busy time, and people usually take time off well in advance. They might need all hands on deck, and then they won’t get time off – or even spend it together, unless by some miracle they run into each other at a call. “We can take a random weekend in January. Or maybe even now, way before Christmas. And we’ll go see snow.”

“Where? You gonna take me to meet your parents or something?” He asks with a teasing smirk, knowing full-well that’s not what Buck meant. He’s on good terms with his parents now, they get along much better, but he’s not taking Tommy to meet them. He already has met them, but also he doesn’t feel the need to go back to his childhood home. Though he hasn’t been back there in years, they could get a hotel room and visit his parents for an hour or so, since they always visit him and Maddie lately… Hm, maybe. It’s a thought, for much, much later. Right now, all he wants is to take Tommy somewhere with snow.

“Ha, you’re so funny.” Buck shakes his head, leaning forward to press a kiss against Tommy’s smile. “No, I’d take you somewhere nice. To one of those towns in your rom-coms.” Buck grins, turning back to the TV and gesturing at the screen, the movie evidently ending, the main couple currently kissing in the snow. He wants to kiss Tommy like this, too. In a quaint, quiet Christmas town, snow falling into their hair, melting on their hot cheeks as they smile into each other’s lips. He wants to give Tommy the most Christmas rom-com kiss he’s ever had.

“Not sure those exist in real life.” Tommy chuckles, the sound reverberating through his chest where Buck’s pressed against him. He loves the sound of Tommy’s laugh, but he also loves feeling it vibrate through him, it’s always so nice and soothing, Buck could fall asleep to it.

“Well, I’ll find one.” Buck says decisively. Tommy laughs again, presses a soft kiss to Buck’s forehead, right on his birthmark.

“If anyone’s gonna make it happen, it’s you, baby,” he whispers against Buck’s skin. Buck feels his cheeks warm up, a shiver running down his spine, a dopey smile on his face.

“Yeah,” he smiles smugly, “so if you just let me grab my phone-” He tries to move off of Tommy again, but his man holds him in place, one hand sliding down his back to his hip, the other still on his knees, his grip tightening.

“Later, I’m too comfortable like this.” Tommy pouts, and it’s so adorable Buck can’t not relent. He leans back again, head back on Tommy’s shoulder, Tommy’s fingers resuming caressing Buck’s knees thrown over his lap.

“Okay,” he mutters, his hand settling on Tommy’s chest, right above his steadily beating heart. “I can think of places now, and do my research later, when you’re asleep way before me, like always, old man,” he teases, and gets pinched in his side for this, accompanied by his boyfriend’s laugh.

“Oh, really?” Tommy quirks an eyebrow. “Remind me of that next time you want me to hold you up against a wall for a long period of time.” He says with a teasing smirk, then huffs. “I’ll show you old.”

“Shut up.” Buck laughs. If he wasn’t as tired as he is, he’d try that right now, he loves riling Tommy up, and there’s a good chance they would end up against a wall, his legs wrapped around Tommy’s hips; or on the floor, or in bed, or even just naked on the couch, or just about anywhere in Tommy’s house. Alas, he’s beat, and all he has the energy for is cuddling. Maybe he could use a quick nap during the next movie before he tries to start anything. “Are we watching another one?”

“Of course we are.” Tommy grabs the remote. “You wanna choose this time?”

“No, it’s fine, you choose, baby.” Buck sighs snuggling against his boyfriend, as he watches Tommy scroll through the movie options. All of them Christmas-themed, snowy, perfect for this time of year. And normally it might not be Buck’s first, or even tenth option, but with Tommy, he really finds those movies enjoyable. Or maybe that’s his boyfriend’s presence making everything better, as always.

They can’t find time to get away until mid-January, but as soon as they both get time off at the same time, Buck books a little resort in some small snowy town he found on one of his research binges. As soon as they exit their plane, he can’t take his eyes off Tommy’s face, wanting to see even his smallest reaction to snow. It’s silly. He’s seen snow, on TV, in movies, in pictures. Still, seeing the real thing must be different. Besides, Buck will use any excuse to get away with his boyfriend for a few days.

Especially once they get into the town center, the cab driving them to their resort. There’s still leftover Christmas decorations, there’s a thick layer of snow on the ground, it looks like it’s sparkling in the early afternoon sun. It looks magical. The look on Tommy’s face is even better.

When they exit the car, their feet sinking into the snow, Tommy takes a deep breath, inhaling the icy, fresh air so distinct for snow. He bends down to touch the snow, childlike wonder in his face. Buck is so happy to give this to him, as simple and silly as it might be. He loves Tommy so much, he wants to give him everything he ever dreams of. He’s also very happy to be able to give him some firsts, even if they’re not as groundbreaking as the firsts Buck’s experienced with Tommy so far. 

Tommy’s still looking at the snow, now melting in his hand, probably freezing. Buck pays the cab driver and takes their bags out of the trunk, but before they go inside, he gives Tommy a second more. It’s adorable how awed he looks.

It’s starting to snow, too, and when Tommy looks up at the sky, snowflakes dotting his cheeks and getting caught up in his hair, his smile could light up the darkest night, all scrunched up nose and crinkling eyes – the most gorgeous smile Buck’s ever seen in his life. He looks like an angel. It really looks like a scene straight out of Tommy’s favorite cheesy holiday rom-coms. They’re basically alone on the street, surrounded by so much snow, the town really quiet and serene, some vague sounds of life reaching their ears from a few streets over. 

Tommy’s so entranced by his first time touching snow and seeing it fall in real life, he doesn’t notice Buck bending down to pick up some snow himself. Buck grins wickedly.

“Hey, baby,” Buck gets his attention, and is almost sorry to ruin the mood, but getting hit with a snowball is a crucial snow experience, and he won’t deny his boyfriend that. So, he throws, gentle enough, the soft snow basically falling apart – fortunately, because he hits Tommy’s face. Tommy yelps in surprise and Buck laughs – and then starts running when Tommy retaliates.

That’s how they end up in a snowball fight, turned wrestling in the snow, turned making out in the snow, right at the entrance of their resort, not caring who sees or judges them, just full of pure, unadulterated joy, happiness, and so much love. 

They’re both soaking wet and freezing when they get the keys to their room, giggling any time they glance at each other like a couple of teenagers, the elderly woman at the front desk smiling at them amusedly and fondly. Buck grins at her, and puts an arm around Tommy, kissing his temple. He can’t stop smiling.

They take a walk in the evening, fingers intertwined, snow softly falling, the town looking so peaceful and beautiful and picturesque, like from a postcard. But all Buck sees is Tommy’s face. His sparkling eyes and wonder in his face, and that amazing, wide, happy smile.

“So, you’re having fun?” Buck asks, swinging their hands back and forth. Tommy turns to look at him with a grin.

“Yeah. A lot. More than I expected.” He nods, brings their hands up to his lips to kiss Buck’s knuckles – and as always, this move makes Buck violently blush. “Thank you.” Tommy adds softly, squeezing his hand tighter. “For bringing me here, for being here, for being you. For every day since we met. I’m so grateful to have you. I-” he stops, turns fully towards Buck, his face serious but still so, so fond. And oh, Buck thinks he knows where this is going. His heart starts beating faster. “I love you, Evan. I love you so much sometimes I can’t believe it’s possible.” He shakes his head, his eyes shiny, the gorgeous smile on his face melting Buck’s heart. 

“I love you, too, Tommy.” Buck whispers, not wasting even a second once Tommy stops speaking. His heart has been screaming those words for weeks, if not months, and it feels like the biggest relief to finally voice them. “So, so much. I’ve been dying to tell you, I love you. I love you, I love-”

He presses the rest of the words into Tommy’s lips when Tommy puts a hand under his chin and brings him in for a kiss. It’s soft and gentle, both of them not able to stop smiling, as snowflakes fall all over them, catching in their hair and on their eyelashes, small specks of cold on their skin, Tommy’s cold nose pressing into Buck’s cheek. It’s perfect. 

He’s standing in the middle of a snowy little town, kissing the man who’s his everything, who’s his entire future, while snow falls around them, and it might just be the most perfect kiss of his life. 

[also on ao3]

[tmnt-l0v3rrr]

Bay! Donatello x Reader

Warnings!

Suicide, Suicide attempt, depression, Reader needs a break, Severe worry, Yandere tendency, Yandere Donatello

Overall, dark content.

818 words

It had been a long week, a long month, a long year even. You were just so tired of it all.

It was the same shit every single goddamn day. Wake up, 6:30 AM, get ready for work, Eat to keep your iron levels up, text donnie you're heading out to work and that you love him, get on the subway at 8 AM, work your ass of until 9 PM, get back on the subway, struggle with your shitty lock cause your landlord refuses to fix it, change into home clothes and pass out. Everyday for the past two years.

You were so sick and tired of getting yelled at by customers, everyday. About the stupidest shit ever too.

At this point you’re just really fucking tired of being alive. You had talked to Donnie about it a couple times, he always said the same thing, that he was here for you and he’ll always help. But after so long that doesn't matter, It gets dilaudid to just words, their meaning being lost a long time ago.

…….

You weren't thinking right, your body moves aimlessly but swiftly, akin to a ghost.

You saunder your way to the bathroom, mind blank and fuzzy, but won’t shut up. Like TV static, Loud and annoying but quiet at the same time. You felt desensitized to your own body and mind. Before you could really think about what you were doing, you were in the bathroom, the medicine drawer open, the bottle of medication taken out and opened on the counter.

You slugged back pill after pill, leaning your head down into the sink to drink from the tap. You take a deep breath and flop down on the bathroom floor, the tiles cold on your flushed skin. It felt nice, cooling.

Your head spun and you gagged and held vomit down every so often. Your hand digs into your pocket, fishing for your phone. Taking out earbuds and some gum before getting to the cold device.

Struggling to work your hands, the phone drops and cracks a little on the tile. You let out a groan of annoyance but pick it up and eventually end up unlocking it.

Opening your missed texts from the last few hours well you were at work. A few from Donnie, nothing important, he had just been asking what you were doing. Ah he must have checked your location.

You struggle to type, but you manage to type what you can. Just a short “I love you, stay safe Donnie.” You let your phone slide off your hands to the ground. You wrap your arms around your torso. You really wished donnie was here… you hadn’t seen him in a couple days due to work and whatnot. Your eyes fill with salty tears and regret. You really missed Donnie.

The pinging of your phone keeps you grounded. Donatello was spamming you. Looks like he got the point of the message…

A few cold, silent minutes pass. You sit slumped against your bathroom wall. You quickly jump from your pretty much passed out state by the sound of the lock of your bedroom window being snapped off.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you hear Donnie’s footsteps racing to your living room, past the bathroom. “Sweetie? Please- where are you.” Godamnit he sounds like he’s crying. You can hear a small sniffle and his gear shifting along with him. Soon enough your bathroom door swings open with a very worried looking donnie staring down at you.

He sees the empty and discarded pill bottle, His eyes widen and he brings a hand to his mouth. Oh, how such a small thing tells such a gut wrenching story…. He bends down and places a cold hand on your jaw.

“Oh- honey..” He hugs you gently, rubbing your back in slow circles. He picks you up by under your arms, then brings you to lean over the toilet. He lifts the seat and bends you over the water. “Okay… just hold on sweets” He gingerly held the bottom of your jaw, prying it open before shoving two fingers down your throat, hitting your gag reflex pretty hard. Donnie quickly takes his fingers out as you gag and puke into the toilet.

“Good job, keep puking. You got it..” With your puke comes tears, you didn’t know what you were thinking, you were upset and didn’t know what to do.

A couple minutes of puking passes and you slump against Donnie, his cool plastron being nice against your hot and flushed body. He rubbed a hand up and down your forearm with sweet coo’s of reassurance.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” His voice was shaky but relieved. “I think I’ve done enough.” You huff and rest against him. Too tired to hear or really care what happens next.

“Let’s get you home.”

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for building my niece a rocket?

My niece (36F), my nephew (36M), and myself (???M) are adventurers. We've been all over the world together, found all sorts of secrets and temples, and whatnot. In that time, we got really close, and I legally adopted them for reasons I'd rather not share. Point is: they're my wards.

Well, just over a decade ago, she wanted more. She was bored, and we had been just about everywhere here, so she decided she wanted us to try to explore a new horizon: beyond the stars. I was thrilled at the prospect, but her brother thought it was too risky.

It is important to note that she had triplets on the way at this point. They hadn't hatched yet, but the eggs were there (and they were adorable)

With my nephew so adamantly against it, I did the only logical thing to do: I used the resources I had (which is a lot, mind you) and I had the rocket built behind his back. I had intended to give it to her as a gift to celebrate the beginning of her journey into motherhood. And, in my defense, everything was going smoothly!

Of course, she's always been a clever girl. She found the rocket and took off with it before I was ready to give it to her. I caught her as she was taking off, so I figured I could guide her through her little test flight, and what a story she'd have for her boys! But... There was a cosmic storm. She was lost.

Her brother and I were both devastated, but he blamed ME for her death! So, while I poured everything I had into search teams and desperate attempts to find her, he took off with the eggs.

I never did find her.

Ten years later, I've been trying to put this all behind me when lo and behold: my nephew is back. And he brought the triplets (10 M, ×3). And needs a favor.

As bitter as I've been about this, I do still love him (more than words can say), and I really did miss having little chaos monsters in my home, so they've been staying while my nephew tries to rebuild his own home. (Long story short, the triplets toomfoolery nearly tore it apart!) I've been taking us all on a couole adventures, just like the old days, and it's been nice. I finally feel alive again.

The triplets are, of course, as sharp as their mother and twice as curious, and went on to investigate her disappearance behind my back. It took one of them nearly dying for them to finally just ask me about it.

So I told them. And now they blame me!!! Again!!! As if I didn't do everything in my power to get her back.

As if to sprinkle salt in the wound, by the time we got home from that expidition, my nephew had finished rebuilding his home, and they've all moved out.

So. To conclude. AITA for gifting my niece, a new mother, a rocket ship? Am I really to blame for her death when she stole it before it was ready, and I did everything I could to protect her?

I don't think I'm at fault, but this has been eating at me for years, and I've driven away everyone that ever cared about me, so I've come here for a second opinion.

[wrongcaitlyn]

Okok now I’m curious how WOULD have Will’s and Apollo’s relationship changed if Naomi was still alive? Would he still eventually be ok but it’d take him longer to get there?? Would Apollo and Nico be as close??

skdjflsdjf I LOVE THIS QUESTION AHHSDFH the what if's of dear reader verse keep me up at night

i feel like this could go either way - the bad ending, the good but different ending, or the highly improbable but good because it's necessary by fate to be good ending.

the bad ending (probably the most realistic, unfortunately) - no, will and apollo wouldn't have a relationship. by the time naomi died, it's been three years since everything went to shit, and apollo was still spiraling. will was really the catalyst for his self growth journey and, though it's not healthy to recover for one single person, that was definitely what apollo needed in this case - most other people had stopped reaching out to him at this point. so the bad ending, though really tragic, is that (TW) - apollo would die, probably either from alcohol poisoning or doing something reckless like driving drunk or leaving a stove on or something like that. i don't think he was suicidal, but if he lived to the point where he found out his mom died, then that might be a cause of worry as well. nico would be,,, struggling. a lot. we know that he attempted once in freshman year, and without any friends to pull him out of it/anyone who really cared,,, i do think he may have eventually made some friends outside of will and leo. maybe he would just be friends with leo, even if will was largely the person to have brought them together in the first place. i think there's a possibility nico could have either run away and made a life for himself as a high school dropout somewhere away from la, and maybe eventually reunite with leo working minimum wage jobs and whatnot, or he would have attempted again and it might have worked. either way, very dark place for him. will would have continued touring with his mom, kayla living with darren as he works on coaching, probably both of them would be homeschooled. i still think that will would have eventually asked his mom to go to a normal high school and he'd probably see a therapist too, and he'd eventually go to college and become a doctor like planned. kayla would still end up going to the olympics for sure. it's likely that jason and piper would have still met leo and become friends with him, which means that plotline would still be going, and depending on whether nico is there with them at that point in time or not, it might have helped him out a lot more. either way, i highly doubt that without will living at apollo's in la and apollo becoming a father figure for him, nico would ever get into the music industry on his own

the good ending - one of apollo's old friends pulls him out of the trenches and things start looking up for him. i doubt it would be darren or naomi, but it could possibly be latricia or emmie - either way, i think it would take a long time for darren or naomi to eventually reach out. darren wouldn't be as comfortable with apollo not having raised will first, and naomi is busy as hell already. the tough part here is that i do think that if naomi showed back up in apollo's life and darren didn't, and they truly tried the co-parenting thing, i could see a naomi/apollo flame relit. she's kind of a big what-if for apollo already, becuase they were very brief in the first place, but then again - will. so. who truly knows! i think it's once again possible that leo becomes friends with nico, and he realizes what's going on in nico's home life. cps is called. obviously leo knows what a shitty process the foster system is, but he feels that it'd still be better than nico's home life - so begins nico's journey away from the high school i made up and probably just into a different part of la. because this is the *good* but different ending, he ends up getting diagnosed with adhd and dyslexia and is given accomodations for that, plus his love for music is fostered and supported. i still don't think tyt nico would ever be a college student, but if this was changed earlier on and his new family intervened in his education,,, who knows? i think he'd be willing to try his hand at a music major. maybe he'd eventually be an indie artist. i don't think he'd ever actually become famous, and he'd probably mainly perform covers at parks and diners and stuff, but it's a step up. will's story would remain largely the same, except he would eventually have a relationship with his dad, and who knows? maybe his parents end up together. rip pollen </3

the warped-by-fate ending - starts the same as the good ending except for some reason, after reaching out to naomi and latricia again and being somewhat present in his sons' lives, he decides to become a foster parent. enter leo. adopted by apollo. enter nico. friends with leo. enter will, who wants to go to a normal high school instead of touring and naomi trusts apollo enough to let him take care of will. the trio is reunited. nico (probably a bit later than in tyt canon, maybe when he's just getting out of hs) starts his music career. they're all friends with jason and piper again. kayla eventually gets invited to christmas and pollen becomes a thing. solangelo starts dating because ofc they do. and for some reason the hazel plotline remains the exact same. they all live happily ever after <3

thank you for this ask!!!

[harrison-abbott]

Tommy and I

I didn’t know my kid that well. Tommy was his name. His mother and I split up shortly after he was born, and I didn’t get to see him that much. And I must’ve missed out on that crucial attachment phase with him. Because he was far closer to his mother. Or maybe I’m being naïve and it was because I was a bad Dad.

Remember the film Jurassic Park? The original one I mean, from the early 1990s. I took Tommy to see that, when he was still alive. When he was a boy. It’s crazy that that movie came out over thirty years ago now … But yeah, I took him along and bought him a big box of popcorn and there weren’t many people in the auditorium. That movie was wondrous to us both. Tommy kept hiding his face in my coat when the scary bits came up. I was shit scared too. Ha. I recall his little head trembling against my ribs. But he wasn’t too afraid to complete the movie. He wasn’t disturbed by it; was thrilled in a scary way.

That was when he was about seven.

When he was eight he moved to a different city because his mother met this man and the man took them away, a hundred miles down south. So it made it harder to see Tommy.

The job I had back then didn’t have many holidays. And when I did get breaks I would have to get in touch with Tommy’s mother to try and access him. She often said that they already had plans. She might have been lying but I don’t know.

Basically there was a long stretch whereby I didn’t see Tommy for years. Perhaps I didn’t deserve to.

When we did meet up again he was in puberty mode, that zone when teens have no interest in older people. It was odd to see him not-a-boy anymore. He didn’t really look like me or his Mum. So I would take him out for dinner or to a big football game. And I tried the cinema a few times, other blockbusters. Tommy enjoyed some of the films but that was about it. He just wasn’t interested in speaking to me. I knew he was in to rock music; and he liked some of the bands that I did as well when I was his age: but when I tried speaking about them he wouldn’t engage in rapport. Was that deliberate?

I didn’t quite know what went down with his mother’s new partner. The other man. I never even met him physically, as in, a handshake or whatnot. Apparently he didn’t want to meet me, and it was always his mother who drove Tommy to me, rather than me come to their house to pick him up.

Tommy didn’t come home one night – to their house – and he stayed missing for days. I only knew because his mother called me up to ask if he had gone over here to mine.

I drove down to his city to look for him on the streets. To try and locate him. Apparently he’d barely been at home for months and was hanging out with his friends … what his mother said. I wasn’t able to find him. That was in October, when he vanished. His body was found in December. He’d lain out on the train tracks downtown.

I’m never able to not get upset when I see a poster for Jurassic Park these days. Or when it comes on TV around Christmas time or whatever. Can’t watch it. Never will again.

[dr-jem-nutcase]

And some more MvA H/Cs!

Dr. Cockroach

istg, I have WAY too many h/c's for this guy

Birthday is August 19th

Was in his early 30s when his mutation accident happened

Could never figure out how to tie a necktie, try as he might. Someone has always had to do it for him if he has to wear one. Kind of explains the turtleneck

A sore loser inspite of calling Link out for being one

Kicks in his sleep if he had a bad day

Can understand insects due to being part insect. He understands Insecto better than Link does, but the two insectoid monsters don't associate with each other that often

Thinks of himself as much of a human as much as he thinks of himself of a cockroach

Doesn't talk much about his pre-monster life. He doesn't think anyone needs to know about it. Though, the Invisible Man had suspicions that he probably wasn't single at the time of his accident

"Jacques-Yves" is a pseudonym to cover up his former name. Dude hasn't mentioned his former name ever, like after 40+ years of imprisonment. Only Monger knows what it is [Disclaimer: I have a very hard time counting the TV series as canon material, so I'm leaving "Herbert" out of this one]

Has a younger sister who's still alive (he found this out about 4 months after gaining his freedom), but he hasn't made any attempts to make contact with her, knowing it probably wouldn't be a good idea because of the high probability that she thinks her brother's long dead instead of alive and part cockroach

Grew up in a middle class home. His airs of elegance and sophistication came from the upbringing of his formerly lower-upper class mother

Conducted research at a university in the UK, probably Cambridge or Oxford, and tried to carry out his mutation enhancement experiments inspite of faculty saying no. Was dismissed when he got caught. Continued his experimentation in the basement/cellar of his home

Liked the beatnik fashion and got a bit into it no thanks to some students at the university. Still likes it

Was caught about week after his accident when he took the risk of going outside where he was "ratted out" by a few bystanders

Legit went insane after his capture. He was kept in isolation for about a week, and descended into madness much more quickly than the average human because he was part cockroach, not to mention the trauma of being taken away from everything he knew on top of dealing with the trauma from his accident. Being around the other monsters helped in recovering his sanity but he could never fully recover, explaining the maniacal laughter and mad science tendencies

Isn't immortal. His physical stamina by age was cut in half at his accident. Was in his early 30s at the time, so he went from having the stamina of someone in their early 30s to someone in their mid teens. Released in his mid-late 70s and had the stamina of an 38-year-old

Hates the cold, being part cockroach. Not as much as Link but he has a lower cold tolerance than the average human and thus needs to bundle up more when doing missions in colder climates

Likes making cocktails and alcoholic beverages but gets easily tipsy tho. He was the unofficial bartender at most small social gatherings in his human years

Declined a knighthood from the Queen

Has met other scientists like Hawking and deGrasse Tyson

Has started spending a good deal of his free time compiling his findings and whatnot on the aliens and/or UFOs that have tried to invade Earth into a multi-volume series of books

Link

Captured 1960, has been in prison longer than any of the current monsters

Birthday is somewhere guesstimated about late winter/early spring

First day in prison and wanted to take down the toughest guy in the yard. Fought for about a minute with a couple staff members/scientists until he was tranquilized. Both parties sustained injuries, but Link considered himself to be the victor, even to this day. Even his butt was kicked to kingdom come, Link would say otherwise

Began learning English, let alone how to speak, when the Invisible Man came (similar to Jane teaching Tarzan in the Disney cartoon)

Can actually understand Insectosaurus

Earned his enthusiasm in martial arts watching the martial arts films and TV shows over the years

Closeted shonen anime fan, likes pretty much anything except One Piece

Likes to think of himself as a leader in spite of Susan usually leading the team and by instinct has that alpha male mindset, though really nobody was the alpha in prison. No inferiority complex. He will never admit defeat in a one-on-one fight

Was the third in a litter of seven "tadpoles" in his family and was pretty much a wannabe in his time, from his childhood to his adult years

Journeyed onto land to try to show how much of a hardcore boss he was. Right at the start of the Ice Age. Thus is his "frozen" origin

The only monster who doesn't like chocolate

Has never missed a Super Bowl since he first got a TV (an occasional treat)/radio. And cursed be the day when someone decides to change the channel/station on Super Bowl Sunday

Started calling Susan "Susie" and "Suz" a couple months after defeating Gallaxhar, when she started becoming closer friends with the rest of the monsters. He's the only monster who calls her that

Along with the artificial mini lagoon, his share of the remodel includes his own private gym. Before that, he had to borrow weights from the prison's gym

Has a private resort mansion near Cocoa Beach in Florida complete with a large pond to swim in and a couple specially made cars (like the jeep in the TV show). Complimentary babes on request (jk, lol, if only)

As a fish-ape-man, he and Monger saw him as a potential candidate for serving in the Navy and started training within a year of being granted his freedom. He managed to survive Hell Week after almost quitting due to his cold intolerance (it's already a given that he hates cold environments), but he'd rather freeze his butt off than give up

Has watched Shape Of Water and Luca. He doesn't mind either of them but he got pretty annoyed when people made comparisons between him and the Amphibian Man or the cutesy sea monsters

BOB

Came in 1968 [franchise brochure or h/c, I don't remember]

Makes up flashbacks of his past. The trauma with carrots in Night of the Living Carrots? Totally made up! But he fully believes in them, and there's no changing his mind

"Monster Beach is real." [from the video game] Do not question that

Doesn't get hungry. He's given the ham just to keep him out of everyone else's meals

Not completely derp stupid. Has the mental capacity of a toddler. If there's any stupidity, there's some dumb blonde stupid, like "'taco' is the Mexican word for 'sandwich'"

Has remnants of the mind-reading "bomb" still in his body, explaining his habit of picking up dialog and behavior from the other monsters

The monsters (and Monger) need to watch their language around him because, like a toddler, he will repeat swear words like a parrot and go around saying them mindlessly. They also can't watch adult movies or shows around him for that same reason; he'll also ask inappropriate questions as a result of being exposed to those type of movies and shows

Can befriend just about anyone. He would probably try to get along with the Devil himself. Only under the condition that nobody hurts his beloved monster family

Insectosaurus

Came in the late 60s/early 70s, not too long after BOB's Big Break

Will live for probably another 50 years. At least

Female. The larva of her species looks the same regardless of gender, leading nearly everyone to believe that Insecto was a male

Ate a lot as a larva. Doesn't eat as much since her metamorphosis

Her moth fur is ridiculously soft

Smarter than what a lot of people think

Easily skittish with loud unexpected noises. She also doesn't like it at all when any of the monsters argue

A deep sleeper after returning to the facility after any mission

Still very much likes her tummy rubs from Link

A deep sleeper, especially after returning to the prison facility after a mission

[katvonbirb]

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Hoo boy, I reblogged that ask meme and promptly became a person who has never written a word in their life. But I've got a few ideas that have resurfaced, so here's one that started so long ago, I have the original bits and bobs written down on actual physical paper. I will probably never write this beyond what bits I had written way back when, but the concept resurfaces every once in a while and I spend some time turning it over in my mind.

It was a Supernatural fic, with the basic premise that angels were real, actual creatures/people, but they were extinct, kind of like the dodo. Recent enough that bones and other signs had been found, there might be written records and such, but no one living has ever seen one. The Winchesters either own/curate or are otherwise involved in a museum with an exhibit on angels, which happens to have a (nearly?) complete angel skeleton, maybe the most complete one in the world. The mental image is it suspended in the middle of a large round room, posed as if in flight, very whale-skeleton-in-a-big-aquarium-esque. I have a sketch somewhere of this. Sam is studying history/archaeology/idk but something that ties in with an interest in angels specifically. Dean's more hands-on, practical efforts of going out and doing stuff.

But anyway, angels are real but they don't exist anymore, everyone knows this.

And then they find an angel. Castiel, obviously, who is injured and lost after getting blown way off course by a big storm and very much alive. And this would be amazing, incredible, biggest news of the century - if it didn't mean bad things for Cas and probably the other angels. Because there are other angels, of course, living in a hidden valley where no one has managed to find them. Possibly because magic.

Castiel gets to see the angel exhibit, correcting misconceptions and artistic representations (which Sam eats up like he's starving for information) and spends a long time looking at the skeleton before declaring it to be the archangel Gabriel, lost some hundred or two years or so. (At some point, magic happens, because angels don't die so much as sort of discorporate? And since Gabriel's bones are still intact, they still hold him and Castiel is somehow able to bring Gabriel back to life. At this point, I don't remember my exact reasoning for how this happens, but it was very cool, okay.)

Anyway, they have to get Castiel back to his people and safety, but since he's injured and lost, that involves them going with him and it's a big adventure and whatnot to bring him home and then there's this whole angelic civilization hidden in some valley and Sam and Dean probably end up staying there or something, I don't know.

[deuterosapiens]

Just finished the new Planet of the Apes. In the event I've not said anything about these films before, the summary is this: I did not much care for the original 1968 (if I'm remembering my years correctly) film, or its sequels, though I've seen them all; I have no opinion on the Tim Burton one; I love the reboot series. Now you are caught up.

Going in, there was one unfortunate thing I needed this film to do. And I'll admit, this is an extraordinarily unfair thing. Wes Ball's Maze Runner Trilogy impressed me as much as the books did (that is, I've read them, and I've seen them, but really, there's nothing the films can do to straighten out these books when they are themselves just completely balls to the wall insane), so Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes had to be the film by which I'm required to judge his direction ability before he helms the biggest fantasy film I will ever anticipate the release of ever: The Legend of Zelda. I mean, I wanted to enjoy it as a follow-up to Rise/Dawn/War, but it couldn't just be a good Planet of the Apes movie- it has to be a good demo-reel for what it is that Wes is going to specifically being to the table when adapting to film my favorite video game franchise of all time.

No pressure!

I'll always be impressed by how damn good the ape effects are in these movies. Every one exceeds the high expectations of the previous one. Can you believe this was the same Visual Effects Studio for The Frighteners, of all things? The money, time and resources were used very well here, so the same legendary credit Weta is always due is due here. The incredibly low bar you set for VFX work to me is: is the film comfortable enough with itself to show me this creation in the daylight? Yes, yes it is!

I'm a sucker for what reddit users would call "abandoned porn": abandoned things, buildings, structures or whatnot that have been reclaimed by nature. Massive semi-collapsed buildings covered in planet growth, street lights hidden in foliage, wild animals roaming through desolate streets. Those sorts of things are peak setting to me. Worlds which have moved on and which have been allowed to flourish without further interference. This movie has so much of that and I just cannot get enough of it. The first half is just all sorts of beautiful structures and lavish green. The second uses an abandoned ship as a major set piece and it's quite pleasing to behold. A plus movie, your world is beautiful and alive!

I liked Noa well enough as a protagonist. He's not a leader, he doesn't want to be a leader and the movie doesn't force him to be the Second Coming of Caesar. This is honestly a pleasant relief. His arc could have ended with him taking over Proximus' Kingdom after his defeat, but honestly, all Noa wanted was to bring his clan back home, no lofty ambitions. It's the goal of his quest from the beginning, and while he does grow quite a bit, the scope of that quest never changes and this works well for him. He's not a fighter or a revolutionary or a leader or a messiah, he just wants to go back to the home he left.

There's a particular way most Apes in this movie speak. They're more verbose than in the previous movies, but you can tell complex speech isn't something they've had for a significant amount of time. Owen Teague is very good here, and I'm happy to see him as a noble figure. He's good at playing disgusting villainous sleezebags (IT, The Stand), so I'm glad he's given a chance to show a more human-side (ironically enough, in a non-human role).

I was very sad to see (the ambiguously gay) Raka leave. I liked him! I suspected he wouldn't last long, I was right, he will be missed. As a companion, his role is primarily to introduce Noa to Caesar's teachings. On doing so, he sets the foundation for Noa's mire complicated relationship with humans.

Which of course brings us to the thing I consider the film's biggest... I'm not quite sure "flaw" is the word I want to use, but. Okay, so I understand why the film has Mae in it. An intelligent human companion to reframe Noa's understanding of the world. I just really don't understand her actual role here. Yes, she's deceiving Noa into leading her to the weapons vault and whatnot. Yes, she does establish that not all humans have succumbed to the harmful consequences of the Simian Flu. I think having one scene, perhaps as a flashback, with her and her group would have given me a better understanding of who she is and what her actual goals are. Where Noa's goals are quite clear, Mae's feel like they exist primarily for the purpose of allowing the movie to introduce us to the Survivors at the end. I can't clearly wrap my thoughts around how I feel about her, but I think a better approach to this character would have been for her to be fully mute, but also obviously intelligent. If she signed all of her dialog instead of speaking, I think I might have found myself understanding how she actually exists in this world better. That's it I think: she feels out of place to me, and not in the way the movie wants her to, before it sets up the Reveal.

William H Macy is a talented actor.

Why is he here? His character contributes very little to anything, and he dies quickly. I understand he's a traitor teaching Proximus and that he represents a foil to Mae, showing her a possible path where she might live with the Apes. But he's here, he adds little, he dies quickly. We forget about him afterwards until Proximus makes a joke about him. He could easily have been a Ape teaching Proximus about human history from a flawed understanding passed down to him by previous Apes. If Raka hadn't died, these two could have discussed differing viewpoints on the nature of Humans and Apes, and this could have influenced Noa and Mae's thinking. Nope, he's just kind of there. He's about to sound the alarm and inform Proximus of Noa and Mae's plans, but even that doesn't actually have a chance to happen because Mae kills him.

That's right, technically, Mae has a higher kill count than Noa because she does directly kill Trevanant (I'm not going to bother remembering his, incredibly stupid, actual name), and technically Noa doesn't kill either Sylva or Proximus. Sylva drowns, Noa just doesn't help him (father avenged!); Proximus is thrown off a cliff after being attacked by eagles which Noa did summon to aid him, but I'm considering this an odd form of self-defense.

I'm going to suspect that the humans at the end are going to evolve into the bomb cult from Beneath the Planet of the Apes. That seems a fairly safe assumption. After all, I suppose in order to have that bomb cult exist, there must be intelligent humans around to become it.

To wrap this up, with the right script, I strongly believe Wes has the potential to really blow me away. He has the right experience with the right VFX team with the right pedigree necessary to bring that fantasy world to gorgeous life. I think the biggest hurdle He has as a director is in figuring out precisely where his supporting cast's motivations are. He's definitely come a long way from The Maze Runner and this one's still a very nice follow-up to the previous Apes films.

If he can get that one thing down, I suspect we'll ne in safe hands. Further research may be needed though.

[heavenbled]

character profile ; the crow

name ; (the) crow species ; distributary-born awoken pronouns ; he/him gender ; cis man sexuality ; gay class/subclass ; solar hunter - blade barrage preferred, golden gun depending on mission ghost ; glint (they/them) age ; appears to be in mid to late thirties in awoken standards. 5 years he's been revived as a lightbearer.

physical description ; crow stands at about 5'7" without armor, 5'11" with. his features are angular and sharp, with a grey complexion that seems otherworldly. he has white markings below both eyes that lead into a small chevron-like mark on his forehead, and luminescent orange eyes. he has an undercut all around with the right side completely shaved, black hair combed to the left and angled to a point just about jaw-length. there's a shock of white in the front running from scalp all the way down to the ends, a result from uldren sov's time in the prison of elders. he is very muscular, most notably in the shoulder and arm area. crow also has long elf-like ears that are covered in ear piercings, sharpened canines and an almost uncanny look to him — some other slight signature looks of the awoken that were born in the distributary.

light abilities ; he's most at home in solar light, and though he is still getting used to his abilities and whatnot, tends to be a bit clumsy. however his overall skill usually prevails, and crow's beginning to see the successes stack up in the face of the past failures. he has not dabbled with darkness, but has been tempted on more than one occasion. he does not want anything to do with stasis, but ponders the idea of strand.

brief history & personality ; crow has come a long way in the few years he's been alive as a lightbearer, and has only recently begun referring to himself as a guardian. in the early days it was nothing but survival, assuming every single creature wanted to obliterate him and glint for past sins he had no recollection of ever committing. living in that sort of way, that lonely way, left him bitter and melancholic ; the fear and uncertainty almost driving him to a point of extreme paranoia.

after savathûn had showed him every single moment of his past life, uldren sov, crow had become angry, resentful, and scared. it was a critical moment in his life, a critical moment in his mental health and it was the lowest point he had ever been in - counting his time with spider, as well.

after having eris intervene and quite literally having to face uldren sov, crow is now in a fairly good place in present days. he's quick-tongued and sharp, but is warm and holds so much love in his heart. he's an enjoyer of a few good jokes here and there, and wants nothing more than to be able to connect to the people around him. to understand and to be understood.

tags ; gen tag | misc

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 170

Citizen Fang/The God Complex

“Citizen Fang”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean are at odds after sM asks a hunter named Martin to keep an eye on Benny without telling Dean

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I’ll tell you one thing, I wouldn’t dare try to hit on someone Benny said was like a little sister to him. That’s how you end up dead

Omg Sam leave Benny alone. You cannot compare the couple days or whatever you had with Amy to what Dean and Benny had for a whole year in Purgatory

This little mom and pop drive up diner looks so cute. I wanna go.

What’s that one ability Magnus had in TAZ Balance where people in small towns just loved him and wanted to welcome him in and whatnot? Dean’s got that. He’s BARELY told this girl enough info about Benny (going by Roy now) to prove he knows him, and she’s just about given him Benny’s address

Now, I don’t believe Benny’s actually the guy killing these people. I think he’s doing clean up, but nothing he’s doing is helping his case. I just hope he makes it out of this episode alive

It IS hard to believe Benny’s not always been this cute and cuddly, what with his Louisiana drawl and his crystal blue eyes

Benny’s little sister figure is actually his great-granddaughter??

Sam. I don’t think you get to be mad if Dean doesn’t fully trust you. IVE WATCHED SEVERAL SEASONS OF YOU KEEPING SECRETS FROM HIM. SECRETS THAT KICKSTARTED THE APOCALYPSE

Martin wtf.

Ok you know what? As long as Sam is looking to actually investigate and not just kill Benny, I appreciate what he said about going to find him with Martin

SAM!!! Just leaving Martin out in the woods like that. Ok. I’m good with it.

God Dean and Benny have such delightful banter between them, especially now that their lives aren’t CONSTANTLY in peril, just most of the time

Oh no Dean. Look. Benny didn’t actually get tempted enough to feast but…you’re…you’re gonna have to deal with that at some point, aren’t ya?

Oh. Sam’s going to Amelia, not to Dean and Benny

Sucks that Benny can’t stay in his home town ☹️

Oh Martin can absolutely go FUCK HIMSELF for threatening Elizabeth to get to Benny

WHO’S THE ACTUAL EVIL ONE HERE, MARTIN??? Because I’m pretty sure it’s you.

Oh Benny. Just…so willingly so docilely laying down your own life for Elizabeth’s sake and safety. They cut away from how it ended but doesn’t mean it looks good for him

Sam. You disappeared and she had a whole ass husband who had also disappeared and came back. What did you think was gonna happen?

Oooo we DO get to see what happened in the gumbo shack. Well, Martin’s dead (GOOD.) but Benny’s no where to be found

Omg…DEAN. That’s just mean to do to Sam. Yeah, no wonder he doesn’t want to listen to you about what happened with Benny. YOU CAN’T PLAY WITH HIS FEELINGS MAKING HIM THINK AMELIA WAS IN TROUBLE AND THEN BE SURPRISED HE DOESNT WANNA HEAR SHIT ABOUT YOUR FLING FROM LAST YEAR

“The God Complex”

Plot Description: the TARDIS lands in a hotel that contains the darkest fears of every visitor

Morbid that there’s this whole wall full of photos of beings and their fears as they get picked off

“It’s okay, we’re nice” roryyyyyyyyyyy

Why do we have two episodes back to back where we go places with confusing landscapes? I wouldn’t be mad at in the same season or with the same Doctor, but back to back??

Joe….is certainly something.

(I just had the thought “do I have season three of sherlock on dvd?” And I don’t know if I want that answer to be yes or no)

Oh this poor dude whose species has never had a moment’s test from invaders…

Joe you are not helping

Ok but who is “He”? He who will feed? Him who those who “see the light” praise??

You can REALLY tell this is an overlap year with Sherlock from the way this is filmed.

RIP Joe

I forgot it was a minotaur-like figure, which makes this labyrinthine hotel makes sense

It does kind of look like the hotel from the shining. They definitely took inspiration from, not a one to o r comparison

It’s really good when the Doctor comes up against something also extremely old. This creature has been around so long even it’s name is lost, it’s pure instinct now, and all it does is prepare beings to be taken by [???]

Ah, Howie, you idiot. RIP, my lad

Not to be like “I don’t trust this guy who’s seemingly afraid of everything” but I don’t trust this guy who’s seemingly afraid of everything

Oh no, Ritaaaaaaaa. Not you, too.

Guy whose name I don’t remember is acting VERY suspicious

I hate thissss. I hate watching Rita succumb to whatever is controlling the hotel. It was heartbreaking hearing her say that she could feel herself losing the faith she’d grown up with and loved and having it replaced with just “Praise Him.”

Yeah. This is the kind of episode that weighs heavy on him. He hasn’t been able to save anyone but Amy and Rory, and Rory’s just because he hasn’t found his room (and the guy I’m suspicious of, but I hardly count it as saving if he’s behind any part of this)

Oh interesting. And kind of sad. See, turns out the WHATEVER preys on faith not fear. And so it will show you what you most fear in order to force you to dig deep to find what keeps you brave. But Rory has nothing he believes in that much? Nothing he holds so dear to keep him brave? I’m guessing for Amy, it’s the Doctor but in a childhood hero kind of way. But you know how much I’ve seen Rory move mountains out of his love for Amy???? And that’s not something that keeps him brave??? I don’t believe it

Mmmm, the Doctor lies. And he’s lying to Amy right now to save her. Making her lose her faith in him so [???] can’t feed off it anymore. Well, maybe it’s not ALL lies, but I hope it’s PARTIALLY lies

So…apologies to that guy. He had nothing to do with it

I didn’t realize this was when they were supposed to say goodbye. I remembered there was a split at the end of season six because Amy and Rory were on the edge of divorce at the beginning of seven but DAMN

[majestyeverlasting]

hey, I absolutely love your writing!!!❤️

Can you maybe write a Bucky x reader with the fluffy prompt 31?

(the reader is afraid of something and she lashes out on Bucky... like she rambles on, and on to Bucky so that she runs out of breath... and Bucky forces her into a hug, which she eventually relaxes into and then tells her the promt)

If you can't write this, I'll totally understand... enjoy your day🌼🌼

♡ Hi! Thank you, I'm happy to hear that you like my writing! I love this request, and hope I was able to capture the essence of what you wanted. I know you've been waiting, so thanks for being patient! To summarize, the reader's doubts lead her and Bucky to explore the idea of what it means to add value to the world. That of course leads to some intimate dialogue and soft moments. Towards the end, I played around with an idea that relates to Bucky having enhanced senses, and I think it worked out pretty well. But I suppose that's up for you guys to decide. 🌼

♡ Prompt 31: “Shh, I can hear your heartbeat.”

What Comes Naturally

There was an abundance of memories to hold onto as summer began to bid farewell. Each of them sweet, and owning a small fraction of your heart. The days, once long, were beginning to grow shorter, and nature itself was slowing to the new rhythm of the atmopshere. It beautiful time of transition.

But a rather peculiar round of thoughts had started to cultivate within your mind. They were dense and somewhat dark, awaiting the moment in which they could release their rain.

Their accumulation had been on the basis of value. The value you were adding to the world, specifically; was it enough? Could you be working more, creating more? Did strangers walk away remembering you? Did you better the lives of those around you? There were as many doubts as there were questions. And they all seemed to have come out of nowhere, plaguing you suddenly.

It was an unfortunate headspace to have fallen into. All things considered, you should’ve been happy. Happier than you were, at least, because it was the dawn of your favorite season. Yet you’d woken up and found yourself wondering if you were doing enough.

That afternoon rolled around quickly. You were curled up on the couch when Bucky returned home from his routine run. He lifted his hand in a wave, to which you responded with a quiet hi. The earbuds you had in played a song that served as a feeble distraction from your worries. You watched as he went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, taking a few big gulps. He focussed on you as he drank.

Then he set the bottle on the kitchen island, and dabbed his mouth with the back of his hand. A furrow formed between his brows as sweat glistened above along his hairline. “You okay, doll?”

The question barely registered, but you read his lips. Before speaking, you paused the song. “Yeah, m’fine. Just relaxing”

You might as well have been glass with the way his gaze went through you. “Okay, well, I’m gonna go hop in the shower,” he said, running a hand through his hair. A brief moment of silence passed. “We’ll talk when I’m done, okay?” There was a knowing to his tone.

All you did was nod, gratefully.

A couple minutes after he left the kitchen, you ended up padding to the bedroom as well. Rather than bothering with another distraction, you simply laid on your back across the bed. You stared at the ceiling as the sound of running shower water emitted from the bathroom. And though it was faint, you could also hear the timbre of Bucky’s voice as he hummed a tune. You closed your eyes, finding solace in the fact that he was near, and willing to listen.

By the time he came out, you’d dozed off into a light sleep. As soon he gave your knee a few gentle squeezes, your eyes fluttered open. There was a small smile on his face as he looked down at you. Damp locks of his hair fell into his forehead, and a beige bath towel was wrapped around his waist. You sat up with a soft grunt, and he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before moving to get dressed. You caught of whiff of his cedar body wash in the process.

“Love you,” you murmured, rubbing your eyes.

“Love you too, pretty girl,” he said. “Wanna start telling me ‘bout what’s going on in that mind of yours?”

For a few seconds, all you did was look down at your socked feet and kick them. You heard a couple of dresser drawers open as Bucky saught out the clothes he was going to wear. “I feel like there’s something more I could be doing,” you finally said, turning to look at him. He’d tossed his towel onto the bed put on a pair of blue boxers.

“Something more?” He repeated as he pulled a black shirt over his head. “What do you mean?” His eyes met yours with genuine curiosity, wanting to understand.

You sighed, picking at the bed comforter. “The world is so big and people are out there doing so many different things, and it feels like I’m not doing nearly as enough. Like there are ways for me to step up that I’m not acknowledging,” you explained. “Like I’m missing the mark.”

Bucky put on a pair of sweat shorts before walking to take a seat beside you on the edge of the bed. He looked intently into your eyes. “What mark do you think you’re missing?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know,” you said, tone raising slightly. “There are people like you who go out and save the world, and do all of these crazy, larger than life things. People who have huge, innovative ideas that change entire industries. People who massive followings because they’re encouraging, or funny, and whatnot. And they all add so much to the world.”

Bucky thought about interjecting, but decided to let you continue. “It seems like I’m hardly doing anything. I at least try to leave a good impression on everyone I meet. And I try to extend the best of myself to the people I care about.” You turned your gaze from him, and directed it to the floor.

“But now there’s something’s telling me that I should be trying harder. And I don’t even know what that’s supposed to look like.” Bucky had began to run a comforting hand up and down your thigh. You released a harsh huff of air, not even realizing you’d been working yourself up. “I don’t even know where all of this is coming from. I just feel off, and...”

You fell silent when he wrapped his vibranium arm around your shoulders, and pulled you into him. Pressing a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, his stubble brushing against your skin. There was warmth radiating from his body, and he smelled good. So good. You let your head tilt to rest on his shoulder, and looked down to where your knee was brushing against his. Suddenly, it seemed as though everything you’d previously said was immature and incomprehensible.

“I’m sorry,” you started. “Maybe I’m just being—”

“Shh,” he coaxed. Then he said something that caught you off guard, and took your mind off of everything else, “I can hear your heartbeat.”

“Wait, what?” You breathed. “No you can’t.” When Bucky chuckled, light and airy, you lifted your head. “Can you really?” Your voice was soft with a disbelieving edge.

“Yes,” he said, letting his arm slip from around you. “Lay down for a second.” You did, and he fell onto his back as well.

There the two of you were, chests rising with your breaths, looking up at the ceiling.

You waited for him to explain himself or say something else, but he didn’t for a while. The air was quiet long enough that you figured it was only a matter of time before you began to hear your own heartbeat, or possibly even his. You didn’t, of course, and Bucky eventually broke the ambience that had established itself.

“I can hear it,” he confirmed, turning to look at you. “But just barely ‘cause it’s not as strong now.”

“Because I’ve calmed down?” He hummed in agreement. You studied his handsome features and began to smile. "I didn’t know could do that,” you told him. “I mean, I knew your hearing was good, but to be able to hear a heart beating is… cool.”

“Yeah. I just have to be close enough and focus extremely hard,” he explained. “And you wanna know what I have to say about adding value to the world?”

You’d almost forgotten about what you expressed to him in the moments prior. Almost. “What?”

He propped himself up on his metal arm, and placed his flesh one on your chest over your heart. He could feel the gentle thump against his palm. “This, right here, is all you need to know that you’re adding value; the fact that you’re alive,” he said, smiling when you placed your hands overtop of his. “Everyday you’re adding value in a way only you can. Even if it’s not always through some big and over the top demonstration.

“Just be and do what comes naturally. One day that might be saving a city, another day that may be making somebody laugh. Who’s to say they aren’t equally important in the end? They both effect how the future plays out, right?” He quirked his brows.

It was moments like that when you realized just how much of life he'd lived and how much wisdom he'd earned over the years. Even if you had've racked your brain, you wouldn't have found anything capable of standing up against his words. You took his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm.

“Right.”

-

Thank you so much for reading! Consider sticking around for more. <3

[youcanteverchangeme]

So bit of a long one!

It’s been playing on my mind a lot. Should I invite my father to my wedding? My parents divorced when I was 11, prior to that my dad was my favourite parent. He made all these promises during the divorce that he would see us and take us out and whatnot. And he did a little but slowly it started to fade. He would cancel, not show up and then just cut down the amount he saw us. A few years later he got married to a woman I honestly barely know. We met her but she made no effort to get to know my sister or I and pretty much is a stranger. That’s when things cut off, dad really didn’t see us. He would bring presents for birthdays and Christmas at first but then it became he’d just transfer us money. We stopped buying him Father’s Day gifts because we never saw him to give him them. At 16ish I wrote him a massive letter basically explaining how our faded relationship had ruined me and I really wanted him to start making an effort, I missed him. But it was to no avail, nothing changed. When I left the country it got worse, I tried to message him when I was coming home in the hopes he’d offer to see me but no. I gave him my addresses every time I moved in hopes he might come to me, no. Just a card at the holidays and my birthday, and money. Texts around those times to check I was alive basically and that was it. I’ve never cut him off or said I don’t want to see him, even though at one point I really wanted to (my mum advised me not to) it’s all on him to not make the effort. He pretends to everyone that it’s fine though he uses the update texts I’ve sent to fill in his side of the family on what I’m up to as if he’s spoken to me. I told him I was engaged because my sister was worried he might find out in other ways and be cross, I really didn’t see the point in him knowing when I known for years that I would never invite him to my wedding. He burnt the bridge. He then told my auntie, she sent a card and money. I feel bad because my auntie was kind of there more than he was she’d come over to our house at my birthday because she lived around the corner and would bring me a gift and stuff. I said to my mum I maybe should invite her but then I know she would wonder why my dad wasn’t there and would tell him and all dramas would ensue. And frankly I can’t be arsed with the drama. My fiancé said it’s my decision but he thinks I should be the ‘bigger person’ and invite my dad. I’m low key tired of being the ‘bigger person’ when I’m the child and I did nothing wrong. I want this to be the big wake up call to my dad that I don’t see him as a parent anymore. Even if I did invite him I would not feel comfortable having him walk me down the isle as if he did anything for me. He would just use that to be to everyone else ‘look how proud dad I am’ when he’s not. My mum said I have no reason to feel guilty about not inviting him when he’s done nothing but try to buy my affection with gifts and not actually be there for me. He never attended my graduation so it’s not the first life event he’s missed and the last time I saw him in person was my granddads funeral in 2018, which I only attended to support my granny. I feel selfish for wanting myself to be happy and not worried on the big day when I know if he was there it would just put a damper on my mood, because I would be worried my mum would say something about it. And I know it will upset him to not be invited because he thinks he’s still dad of the year for sending money on the obligated occasions. He doesn’t see the hurt he’s caused.

Am I being horrible?