#Dammit you making it real hard for me to choose
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God dammit I'm suffering from DBH brainrot
Ralph who is so happy to have someone he can make a family with. There aren't any children and sadly, he can't make one with his Darling, but still! Families have lots of different sizes: a man and woman, two men, two women, sometimes a child or children and sometimes none, and even some animals! Maybe he'll find a stray animal or an abandoned android animal to add to his family.
He gives lots of presents to Darling but they're not always good. He DID try to give a burnt opossum to a child and tried to force her to eat it. So it takes a lot of patience and explaining for him to learn things. Instead of refusing, which can make him angry or cause him to lash out like when Kara and Alice refused, you have to thank him but then explain what the problem is so he can try again.
He always feels so bad when he messes things up and isn't able to make you happy with a gift. Humans have different sizes and models, so you can't always comfortably wear the clothes he finds for you. You can't eat every animal he finds even if he cooks it. Apparently "succulent" isn't what a charred possum is, and you have to take off the fur and skin first when you make food out of an animal. When he learns the real definition of "succulent" he starts describing YOU that way as a very odd compliment/pet name. When he kisses you for the first time after he learns the real definition, his eyes widen and he grins. He understands! You, your lips--they're succulent!
His memory is corrupted and damaged, so he doesn't fully remember his previous function. But he has so much knowledge related to gardening and plants, so he tries to use that to make Darling happy. He spends a lot of time rambling about the grasses, mosses, and leaves that are in the abandoned house as well as the plants all around the area outside. "Ralph found some ratibida columnifera outside! Yellow coneflowers. Ralph knows humans can eat the flowers. And look, dandelions. Humans can eat them, too. Ralph will make tea with the flowers, just for you. And the leaves will be a salad. Ralph will make a proper human meal, just for you! It's an anniversary dinner, because we've been a family for 31 days--one month."
He rarely uses the first person, but he does it more often when he's with you. Ralph usually says "Ralph loves you" whenever he's with you, but one night he actually says "I love you" and it almost surprises him as well as you. And it happens often whenever he's upset. He'll catch you trying to sneak away and is angrily dragging you, covering your mouth, tying you up with some spare rope while you beg him to let you go. "You and Ralph are a FAMILY. Ralph tries so hard, so so SO hard to make you happy! You're hurting Ralph, just like the other humans who've hurt him--you, you're supposed to be different. You can't, you can't leave me!"
Also a sillier hc: he has limited/very slow internet access due to the damage to his hardware, and once he tried to look up his own name and other words like "Ralph" + "love" + "happy" and came across a screenshot of the Valentine's Day card from that one episode of The Simpsons in the image search. And he very genuinely, very sweetly, just hugs his Darling later and says with 100% seriousness "Ralph choo-choo chooses you."
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Ride 736: The night of the training camp
Pag 1
2: Who is it? Someone is there....
3: …. rain
At the training camp.....
4: An umbrella....
Pag 2
1: Yo, Onoda
3: …. Te
…. ah..... Te
Pag 3
1: Teshima-san!!
Have you been well?
It's been a while, we haven't seen each other since my graduation
Pag 4
1: Waa- Teshi- Teshima-san! Di you come here on puropose to see ho-how things are going!?
Have you- have you been woll too, Teshima-san!?
Yeah, as usual – woll? (haha)
2: So-sorry this is so sudden and I'm so surprised! Co-come in!!
You do seem very surprised
3: You can put your shoes here, and your umbrealla here
Yeah, I know. I've had the training camp here for three years, too, after all
4: Ahh... but, it started to rain so suddenly
Good thing I had a spare umbrella in the car
5: Sorry I came here so suddenly
Pag 5
1: I thought you guys would have “prepared” if I had contacted you beforehand
2: Training camp is busy, you can't waste even one minute of these four days. I know how busy you are
When a senpai comes in the middle of that, it makes you waste too much time
3: … Teshima-san
4: Bu.... but, it's not a waste
Uhm- ah- we really owe you so much, Teshima-san!
5: And alos, at last year's Inter High.... uhm
6: I think we could win thanks to you, Teshima-san!!
Pag 6
1: Thank you
When you say it with such earnest eyes, I'm happy to think you really mean it
2: No no, I mean, it's true!! On the mountain during the first day... and of course the mountain stage on the third day...
Ahh, I did win that
Yeah well, it's beacause of that....
3: Ah- uhm, dammit I forgot to offer you some tea.... is the tea from the vending machine okay?
Ehi ehi, it's okay. You choose
Huh!?
4: I came all the way here, let me be your senpai
Pag 7
2: Teshima.... san
3: Than-
4: yo-
Waa- Onoda!!
5: My- my bad
So- sorry, this kind of things....
You're really not good at them... I forgot....
Pag 8
1: I see, so Danchiku.... and Sugimoto, too....
2: Yes
3: Well, you have no choice but to watch over them
Yes
6: That's what I intend to do!!
Pag 9
1: You got the “face of a third year”, Onoda
You change like that, when others count on you as a “third year”, your face....
2: Taking good care of the others isn't the only role of a third year
Sometimes, turning them down, or turning your back to them is also important
Just like Makishima-san once did
3: with you
6: Even so, you chased Makishima-san's back and admired him
Pag 10
1: Kohai watch their senpai's back and grow!!
2: If you slack off, they slack off
3: If you work hard, they imitate you
Pag 11
1: If you smile, they smile
2: Who's that guy, teh
He's talking with senpai.... here in the back
How can I know!!
But, he's smirking and has long hair, he's suspicious
4: Earlier, you said that last year's Inter High was thanks to me- what about this year's Inter High?
Thanks to whom will they work hard this year?
6: You
Pag 12
1: This time, it's your turn to become the object of their admiration
Pag 13
1: Onoda
3: That's what brings Sohoku together!!
4: That guy his Onoda-san!!
Do you think we should go there and help him, teh!?
No, wait, now he's stroking his neck!?
5: Honestly, choosing the members is hard
You trouble yourself, pace around, and still you'll have no answer
Ah-
6: But the important thing isn't how it was decided but “who you decided”
Pag 14
1: If you find the answer to “who” after worrying about it a lot, everyone will accept it and move forward
2: …. Teshima-san....
3: Uhm... how did you know that that's what I was worrying about....
I'm the former captain, am I not? Also, it's written on your face
Ah-
4: He wants to strangle him ike that!? That guy with shaggy hair!!
Ahh- this is bad, teh, we have to protect Back-gate-slope-san!!
5: Let's go!! Don't hesitate, Rokudai!!
Yeah, teh....!!
6: Eh!?
Huh?
Pag 15
2: Huh!?
Senpai, let's get away
3: Who are you!? Back-gate-slope-sa.... What do you want to do to Onoda-san!!
Pag 16
5: In the confusion I called him by his real name, “Onoda-san”, teh!! Sorry!!
6: Unathorized people shouldn't be able to enter, it's reserved!!
Right!! Shaggy-hair!!
Rokudai-kun!? Kinaka-kun!?
7: N-no, you two got it wrong-
8: Onoda....
Pag 17
1: You're really protecting your team members with all your strength
2: Eh-
3: Since you're protecting them, they're protecting you, too
4: What's your name
Yessir, my name is Rokudai Renta- no wait, that's not right!!
5: Huh
6: Since I'm protecting them.... with all my strength.....!!
Pag 18
2: Rokudai, if
Huh!? What
If you clear this training camp and get chosen as a member for the Inter High
Huh!?
3: Protect Onoda like this with all your strength
Pag 19
1: Huh
…. yes
2: Idiot, Rokudai, don't let your guard down just because of those sweet words!!
Ah!! That's right, teh!!
I'll introduce you: this is Teshima Junta-san
You have some goos first years!
He graduated last year and is now an university student, but
3: He's the former Sohoku captain
4: Cap....
I was nominated captain by Teshima-san
5: ta....in?
Pag 20
1: We- we- we're so sorry!!
It's nothing
2: We did that, teh....!!
To- to such an important senpai!!
3: Ah.... uh... thank you for your work!! What brings such an important senpai like you here?
He came to encourage us
4: Ah also, I brought
6: some new pedals for Onoda!!
#yowamushi pedal#yowapeda#yowamushi pedal manga#yowapeda manga#yowamushi pedal spoilers#yowamushi pedal translations#ride 736#THIS IS THE BEST CHAPTER EVER OH MY GOD ASDSDHFJKADSGJDGF#I'M!!!! ASDDFHSDGFK I SWEAR IVE BEEN YELLING SINCE YESTERDAY WHEN I FIRST READ IT#THANK YOU WATANABE FOR MY LIFE AND MY HAPPINESS#first: Junta my boy my love IVE MISSED HIM SO MUCH i needed him back so bad and this chapter healed me okay#the way he says right away something that diminishes his important and onoda is ready to tell him that NO YOURE IMPORTANT ITS#ITS NOT A WASTE OF TIME DEDICATING TIME TO YOU WE LOVE YOU TESHIMA-SAN YOURE AMAZING#yes onoda you tell him#i love how junta appears just right when onoda needs him and i love that we finally have junta giving him advice as captain#and the whole talk he gives onoda is so :')#i love the kind of team sohoku is#the whole ' you have to turn your back to your kohai sometimes so they can follow your back' is so ;^;#junta my wise boy#and then AND THEN#KINAKA AND ROKUDAI MY DUMB IDIOT SPECIAL BABIES DSAGHFKHGasf#how is it that the first thing they think about is that junta wants to harm onoda saAFSDAFSD like WHY#they're so RIDICULOUS#the way the jump up and rokudai puts himself between onoda and junta#and theyre both ready to fight for onoda#PLEASE THAT THE MOST WHOLESOME THING EVER AND ALSO THE MOST RIDICULOUS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH#onoda is so mortified lmap#and junta is just like 'yeah clearly youre doing well they love you and would die for you'LMAO#also at this point roku-chan IH member confirmed#(i mean it was obvious already for me but at this point is sure af)
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Anon from this ask!
I’m so glad I decided to send that ask to you. You’re so right.
But I must admit my “But I wonder what he would think if he knew the real reason why Buggy left him?” Was worded wrong, I’m sorry English is not my first language and I have troubles with expressing myself. What I meant is if that knowledge would change shanks view right now, like he founds out the reason. I wonder if he would be less accepting of buggy just choosing his way vs knowing he broke his heart
But your answer made me wonder so much about everything. I wonder if anyone in shanks crew knows about why he waited so long. And exactly what you pointed out. How would Buggy react to “actually I NEED to wait”.
WHY THEY CAN’T JUST TALK GOD DAMMIT
hello again, anon! (i have been wondering how many of you are unique vs returning askers! it's nice to know at least one of you has come back for more~)
please don't feel any need to apologize for your english! i was the one who misunderstood that you meant shanks learning the truth now, not shanks being told the truth at the time. that’s on me!
so. shanks as he is now—thirty-nine, an emperor of the sea, boss of a good ship and crew, protector-captain of a massive fleet, finally going after the one piece—learns that the reason the first person he asked to sail with him refused was because shanks didn’t want to go after the one piece when he was fifteen.
would shanks think differently of buggy for feeling rejected by shanks’ decision, and not sincerely wanting to go his own way? i think he must! if your best friend leaves because they have their own plans that don’t involve you, that’s one thing… if they leave because you failed to live up to their (unspoken!) expectations of you, that’s quite another!
thinking about it like that, i wonder if shanks might be mad, or disappointed, to learn that buggy left because shanks wasn’t the person buggy had been imagining him to be. because on one hand: shanks isn’t responsible for the shanks buggy made up inside his head! he isn’t beholden to the way buggy thought that false shanks would act, or the things buggy imagined he believes. that’s on buggy! and on the other: if the person you thought knew you best can misjudge you so badly they run away from the real you… it must shed a dim light on your whole relationship.
…but maybe it’s been long enough that it would just make him sad. it’s a decades-old hurt by now, and with the way shanks dislikes and avoids conflict there’s no way he keeps grudges or clings to hurt feelings. so it might just be a passing feeling of sadness—ah, so even buggy thought too highly of me, huh?
i think benn beckman must know at least a bit of shanks’ plans. that’s his first mate, after all! there has to be trust there, or the whole crew falls apart! as for the rest of the red-haired pirates… i don’t think we know them well enough to say whether any of them would need truth to offer trust. i suspect most of them don't, that they trust shanks unconditionally, and will follow his lead wherever it takes them.
and buggy… i don’t think he wants to trust shanks, but for a long time trusting shanks was as easy as breathing, so it's a hard habit to break. (though shanks makes it easier the more he betrays that trust, however good his motives or minor the deception.) i think if shanks had said, back in roguetown, that they needed to wait, buggy would have whined and complained and begged shanks to reconsider, but he would’ve gone along with it. if buggy found out about that now, i think he’d snap that you could have just said so back then! stupid shanks, didn't you trust me?!
to which the answering silence must be a new flavor of the old heartbreak, because no, apparently he did not.
#asked and answered#this took an age because i kept trying to find a way to end this post that wasn’t on a bleak sad note. i failed 🙃#sorry anon! hope you weren’t expecting a happy answer to this one#anyway thinking about sacrifice in op. giving up your life for love. your body for the next generation. your pride for your friend’s sake.#buggy doesn’t appreciate that kind of sacrifice. i think we have a pretty good sense for why that is by now.#and i don’t think shanks would appreciate the kind of sacrifice buggy tried to make for him.#‘your dreams are the whole point! how can you put anything before that?!’ ← something like that.#one piece#shuggy#shanks#buggy#*the shuggy roguetown breakup#*abandoned dreams#*shuggy miscommunication#*types of sacrifice#*shanks hides his feelings
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Tagged by @clandestinegardenias
The rules: take your 3 most recently liked songs on Spotify (or the first 3 that pop up on shuffle, whichever you want) and you have to 1) choose a line from each song to be a fic title and 2) tell me the genre of fic it would be and any other fic description you feel inspired to include.
Take What You Take by Lily Allen, and I would absolutely use the line "Feel what you feel as long as it's real"
Deeply emotional fitzier fic of James coming to terms with who he is outside of how others see him. They survive and make it back to England, and there's a scene when James is invited to attend a dinner (they don't invite Francis) and he's getting dressed up, looking in the mirror as he'd done a thousand times, already imaging how he'll turn his recovery into a story. He's saying the words to himself, practicing his laugh at the right parts while he tries to tie his stock. strugling a bit with getting it to lay right, he's tied and untied it three times now, he happens to look up and catch sight of himself. he stops. The clatter of dishes and loud crowds that had filled his head just a moment ago are fading away and it's just him in the mirror. And he realizes he doesn't want to go. In fact, the story he was just conjuring seemed so thin and false. He hasn't laughed out there. he hadn't pulled himself up, attributing his strength to the notion of some queen far away. It has been Francis who saw him to safety and never let him give up. So he finishes getting dressed and shows up at Francis' place unexpectedly. It goes without saying, they smash hard🔥🔥🔥
Clean Slated State by The Altogether, and wow this song has so many lines that would be perfect ah but I'll use "Build a quilt from all who have loved me"
Rossier fic. It opens with a letter written and sent and returned. Angst angst angst. I think it would bounce POV between Francis and JCR. There are some near encounters but they miss each other. The netsilik group Francis lives with packed up and travelled just before James got there, that kind of thing. And it's a story of Francis' declining health and James' fierce love for his 'friend'. Of course they finally meet up in the end , and with him James brought letters and pictures of people who love Francis and it's just angst city
Above the Clouds of Pompeii by Bear's Den and oooh I'm using "The flowers slipping from your hand"
Fitzier hanahaki fic time >:) with franics being the one hacking up flowers. He's SO annoyed. It starts long before he's ready to even broach the subject of falling in love again. Of course. Twice rejected and so far removed from the world as they are, it's ridiculous. And yet. Blanky has to shake sense into him, he says "you're either going to see to this thing or you'll die. And you're not dying." And when he says it, it ruffles franics. But dammit, he's right of course. He's being unreasonable continuing on like this, bearly able to breath at night. "Well, what if I don't want to be this man. Rejected and-" he gestures vaguely with a swing of his arm, words leaving him in his anger. "and pathetic in my feelings. Unwelcomed and unwanted as well. What if I can't stomach it." He confesses. The anger fizzles out and he scowls, feeling raw. Oh I'm so simple when it comes to hanahaki fics fr fr but yeah he admits that he needs to take care of this. So he gets bundled up to make the walk across the ice in the polar night. And he's wheezing and sounds like death. After a solid 2 months of avoiding him, James is shocked to see Francis nearly collapsing in his doorway. He shoots up from his seat alarmed and Francis jabs a finger in his direction, bearly able to talk, he gets out "now you sit back down. I mean to have words with you." For the first half of the conversation James doesn't know if he's being insulted or complimented for every nice thing Francis says, it is with a tone of utter frustration lol
Okay tagging @paellegere @apocalypticdemon and @jurassic-cunt
#jfkskjdkejf why are these all so angsty lol#dammit i told myself i would keep this short and tidy#but ahhh these were so fun to write#i got carried away major#thabk you for tagging me 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤
Thank you to the very talented @pipergirl17 🥰for the Ask I listed them in no particular order. It was hard to choose! All are BETHYL stories
One Cold Night He hurried to the vehicle and saw the blonde head leaning against the steering wheel, not moving. Thinking the worst he muttered "Shit," as he pulled the door open. But her head came up quickly and her eyes went right to him, scared looking and with tears running down her face. Bethyl Romance / Drama AU no ZA
A Place Called Heavenly He saw her the very minute she arrived in Heavenly. He watched, trying his best to go unnoticed, while taking in every detail about the way the woman looked as the driver helped her down from the coach. She was small, slight of build, young. Her skin was fair and her hair was golden and she was a real special kind of pretty. Bethyl Romance AU
It Matters to Me It was behind the solemn look and the no-nonsense tone of his voice. It was the sadness in his eyes. "Dammit Beth. I ain't ever gonna be any more than what I am right now. Look at me, look at this place. Is this really all ya want?" Set in 1950 BETHYL
The Stranger Upstairs It's 1930 and times are tough, especially in Georgia. A young farm girl named Beth Greene makes a big move to Atlanta seeking employment and meets an attractive man named Daryl Dixon. They do their best to deny their attraction, until one night when fate intervenes and a devastating circumstance brings them together.
Love's Highway The trucker noticed her the minute he sat down. She was blond, young and pretty, but she looked like life had dealt her a rough hand. Daryl Dixon and Beth Greene, Bethyl Romance / Drama
I will tag @sasusc @mistressheroine @olpie @kit-kat21 And all who want to participate!❤️
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good omens s2e2 thoughts
I want to scream about every episode of good omens as I watch it slowly, I wish I had a community around it but I don’t wanna poke around tumblr or anywhere for fear of spoilers and I like to savor shit (“you go too fast for me binge watchers!!”).
So hear ol void buddy take my screaming!!
Idk if I’ve ever made so many noises at a screen! I have a lot invested into this world to the point where everything is imbued with Benefit Of The Doubt Goodness, like it’s my child. I guess that’s what being a fan is like but also being a fan can mean being extremely disappointed so there’s that
I’m not disappointed I’m screaming! Okay episode 2. I love the buddy holly song and the gasp I made when Gabriel sings it. I loooove the little gay dorky conductor motion Aziraphale makes before singing it to people, I am obsessed with it, I’m chewing the walls.
Job!!!! I just read a fanfic that partially takes place during the book of Job, I haven’t dived HARD into the world of GO fanfic but I’ve read enough that take place in biblical times that make me go “huh wow the bible is this real thing full of very old and pervasive myths, oooo there were real people wandering the desert back in the day,” sense-of-awe type vibes. And then the show is doing that!!!!
I love a show that wrestles with this very big question that feels like it is playing out for me on some ancestral level, as a person (like many of us) descended from people who believed in God: “HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU EXIST AND BE SO CRUEL, HOW COULD I BELIEVE, FUCK YOU GOD FUCK YOU!!” lol maybe that’s not entirely a question. Hard not to giggle at it a little but it’s also like a pretty big thing to wrestle with?? (I’ll die on this hill but see: thor love and thunder - dumb little box office stories that actually are wrestling with that if you choose to go there)
Bible fanfic!!! It makes something in me itch in a good, I think, way
What else. Brain all over. There’s Jim ordering the books by the first letter of the first word, which is like the damn Spotify playlists that spelled out those words. GOD DAMMIT!!! Brain tickles!!! What does it meeaaaannn?? Should I start looking for acrostics everywhere, like in that weird headline about the ducks held by that rando in the pub who is going to be important prob?? What does it mean when you open your life to the unhingedness and magic of little synchronicities like that, of things vibrating with hidden meaning???
The angels not recognizing Gabriel is sooo good - me expecting a more typical “ha ha he tries to hide Gabriel, shenanigans ensue” - nope, he just answers the door, the angels don’t know him, Aziraphale (like us) is like “….okay what the fuck???” [unless it’s the miracle that’s hiding him, that’s possible]
There is something with identity and who are you if your appearance changes but you stay the same (the goats, Job’s children); who are you if your appearance stays the same but you are fundamentally different inside and/or nobody recognizes you and/or you have to pretend to be someone else (Gabriel/Jim, Job’s kids when they come back) (and then there’s Maggie and Nina actually being entirely new characters with the same face!) (and! on the opposite side, Beelzebub having a new face and the story is like “eh, new face, same guy”) - what is identity, what is a self??
And then identity is a theme for Aziraphale too right!! At the end of ep. 2 he’s like “what am I???”, it’s a whole existential crisis, (you feel for him so hard, because these actors are so fucking good??). He’s like I can’t possibly be an angel because I did these non-angelic, demonic things… and Crowley is like “🤷 you can still be an angel, more or less”…….. if you appear to be an angel then nobody has to know…… and what, really, is the difference
(“if it walks like a duck and it quacks like a duck”... and Crowley’s thing with ducks!)
Holy shit and that flows into undertones of things being a metaphor for being closeted?? Would love to untangle it more but that scene where Aziraphale eats the meat - 1) was SOOOOO fanficky (in the best way!!), I mean I’m puking, (Book of Job fanfic! Just an intimate encounter in the space between scenes); 2) was very easily some kind of stand in for, you know, temptations of the flesh, gay sex type thing. (I mean… did he have to eat the meat like that… did Crowley have to watch him like that... I mean… come on. Amazing.) (incidentally I think Michael sheen is playing Aziraphale even gayer this season mannerisms-wise and I just love it a lot!!) - so anyway, Aziraphale and Crowley’s whole thing being “we love each other, we know we love each other, but NO ONE CAN KNOW how much we love each other”… even to the point of hiding it from ourselves, lying to ourselves (cough Aziraphale)… that theme just feels so present!
Being closeted… you have this experience that is so pleasurable and full of love and can’t possibly be wrong (eating meat, befriending a demon)... and yet the highest powers are telling you it’s wrong, god says it’s wrong, that’s your entire identity, so who are you?? You just have to pretend… oh man it’s so sad pals!!!
I’m obsessed with this identity thing. I wonder if it’ll be important to the plot. Back to episode 1, Az & Jim: “I know someone who looks like you” “that’s probably me then! I think that’s one of the ways you can tell” - ha ha funny joke cute line, except wait, it is thematically resonating throughout everything, oops!!
ALSO getting caught in the rain and taking refuge under an awning and falling in love = it raining outside the garden of eden and Crowley shelters under Aziraphale’s wing…. GOD FUCKING DAMN IT
Okay those are some of my long chaotic thoughts, thanks for listening void!!!
#good omens#good omens season 2#good omens s2#good omens s2e2#good omens season 2 episode 2#good omens spoilers#on the off chance anyone engages with this#i'm not poking around till i finish the season#just posting#long reads
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Kaitlyn and Dylan besties headcanons (because I feel I’ve talked about radioheads too much)
They are the type of besties that could (but wouldn’t) go months without talking but still remain very close once they call again
They have never had a call under 30 minutes, except for that one time Dylan forgot his house keys and had to call Kait to bring them over
Kaitlyn is the first person Dylan calls when he needs to talk about the night, and Dylan is the first person Kaitlyn calls. Kaitlyn calls more often than Dylan does
Dylan and Kaitlyn call every full moon for the entire night, they usually end up just watching movies until morning
Dylan is Kaitlyns best friend, she’s said nice things about him maybe twice
Dylan responds to every sarcastic remark with “aww I love you too :)”
Kaitlyn: Dylan, you are my best friend, and I regret every god damn conversation I have with you
Dylan: <333333
Schrödinger loves Kaitlyn more than Dylan
Kaitlyn actually doesn’t really know about “Dylan Dylan” for awhile, he tries to keep up the blasé persona around everyone from camp for a bit, only exception being Ryan but ever since camp they haven’t really talked. Dylan doesn’t actually tell Kaitlyn about “Dylan Dylan”, she’s just observant, and one time during a call she’s like “you know you don’t need to like, act around me, right? Hey man, I get, but I like you, you’re my friend for a reason, Dylan.” Dylan does not cry about this (lie)
Dylan does know that he doesn’t need to be blasé Dylan anymore with everything that’s happening, but it’s just hard. And with everything that’s happened, he kind of feels like people need blasé Dylan more than ever. Kaitlyn helps
They paint their nails together a lot, Dylan chooses the absolute worst colors and patterns all of the time and it drives Kaitlyn insane
Dylan is actually very sweet and reasonable when he needs to be. Which Kaitlyn also does not like sometimes. Sometimes Kaitlyn just wants to rant and then provides an actual real solution that would totally work and Kaitlyn doesn’t know how to respond except for “I hate you” because she in fact does not love when Dylan is right
Usually after Dylan gives her genuine helpful advice she just stops ranting for a minute and changes the topic, but once they stop calling Kaitlyn thinks about what Dylan said and is like “god fucking dammit he’s right”
They have several sets of matching necklaces from Claire’s that they never wear
(I lied I’m back on my radioheads bullshit) Dylan and his feelings for Ryan were actually a big part of why Kaitlyn wanted to form the group chat. She knows that he still has them, and she honestly has hope for the two, but at the same time she’s worried that Ryan does not feel the same way and like she’s just setting Dylan up for rejection. She makes the group chat anyways, she knows they need it, Ryan too even if he hasn’t said a word to any of them
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SHINSEKAI - Magicians of ES: Chapter 5
Location: Tohoku Town (SHINSEKAI)
Characters: Mika & Shuu
Mademoiselle B: “Dammit, what’re you doing playing around in a place like this!?”
Mademoiselle A: “Hm…?”
Mika: Huh? There are… two Mado-nees…?
(What is this? There are two Mado-nees who look exactly like each other? And they’re floating around me and Oshi-san!)
This means one of the Mado-nees is fake…!
Mademoiselle A: “Well, there’s an equal chance for both of us to be fake, right? You don’t look like you’re that dull, but why do your actions and speech resemble an idiot’s?”
Mika: Ngh~? I am dumb, though?
Mademoiselle A: “No. You’re just innocent like a child, not dumb at all.”
“You’re not ‘wrong’ in thinking that between me and the newcomer, one of us is fake.”
Mademoiselle B: “Watch it. Your real self is showing, Hidaka.”
Mademoiselle A: “Now that there is another character with the same appearance here, I thought it would be better to do something that would make it easier to tell us apart. Well, you can probably tell from the difference in our clothing, though.”
“Besides, I’m sure Mika-kun already has an idea as to who I am as well…”
“I didn’t intend on hiding my identity until the very end, so it’s only a matter of time before you discover who I am.”
Mika: Hidaka from “Trickstar”? No, wait. You’re Seiya Hidaka-san?
Seiya (Mademoiselle A): “That’s right. I’m Seiya Hidaka, Hocchan’s dearest father and also a super idol. It’s been a while since we last saw each other, but have you been doing well, Mika-kun?”
Mika: …………
Seiya (Mademoiselle A): “Ahaha. I see you have your guard up around me. Just like your Oshi-san who you adore, it seems you also dislike being controlled by others.”
“Hmm, I suppose that wasn’t the right behaviour towards someone I’ve just met.”
“Actually, I’m not very good at talking to others in my personal life. Especially when the other party is also an idol, you see.”
“There are a few reasons for this.”
“Unlike me who can control others with power and money, it seems Hocchan will be experiencing a lot of hardship as we have the same characteristics, unfortunately.”
Mika: Umm, what’re you talkin’ about…?
Shuu: Kagehira! What has been happening!? Why are there two Mademoiselles around me…? No, both of them must be fakes!
Two adorable Mademoiselles are floating about in front of me and it’s the last thing I need to see! I think I may turn into an idiot from the stimulation!
Seiya (Mademoiselle A): “Ahaha. An idiot would be an absolutely perfect word to describe your actions after entering ‘SHINSEKAI’.”
“You’re an idol as well, so you should act more like one.”
Shuu: I can’t hear a word you’re saying, but I can tell you’re making a fool out of me!
Seiya (Mademoiselle A): “No one is making a fool out of you. I do think it’s quite unfortunate, though.”
“But losing your ‘unique traits’ is the same as dying, after all. I hope you wallow in your regrets after choosing a doll that’s difficult to control.”
“Someone able to do everything, achieving more than a passing mark in every field.”
“Only idols who are capable of that live the longest, but why is it that everyone chooses to cling to a transient biassed individual characteristic instead?”
Mademoiselle B: “First, there aren’t that many people who are capable of everything, Hidaka. If only it was like the past where all they had to do was line up the ‘capable ones’ and sell them.”
“There are too many idols now.”
Seiya (Mademoiselle A): “That’s because it’s convenient from a business standpoint. By going along to the trends of this era, the system is working hard to become more flexible.”
“We’re now in that transition period, so it seems there are problems cropping up here and there, though.”
“It’s not as though the higher-ups of ES have ill intentions. They’re simply incompetent, is all.”
Mademoiselle B: “Why are you saying that to me?”
Seiya (Mademoiselle A): “Well, anyone would have been fine. I don’t get to criticise the higher-ups every day, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to do so once in a while.”
Shuu: ………?
Mika: Onii-chan, why don’t you unmute them if you wanna hear what they’re sayin’?
Shuu: …I just did. After all, it seems something abnormal has happened.
Mademoiselle B: “Oh, right. There was a malfunction that affects the entire operation just now…”
“It’s about time you lot take a break anyway, so just in case, you should enter your rest time, log out and return to reality.”
Mika: Well, even if you tell us that, we don’t know how to do that, though…?
Mademoiselle B: “There would be a higher chance of you two immediately returning if you were taught how to log out from the very beginning.”
“I bet the admins, ‘Switch’, deliberately chose to not do that to avoid the trouble of you lot leaving ASAP.”
“But that doesn’t trouble me in the least. I’m not interested in you lot at all.”
Shuu: …Judging from the way you speak, you’re the so-called “Gatekeeper”, aren’t you?
“Gatekeeper” (Mademoiselle B): “That’s right but there’s no need for you to remember me. Don’t leave a memory of me in your head.”
“The other idols are the same, anyway. Even if they fight in front of the door, they’re only playing right into my hands.”
“They’re too focused on me, just as I wanted.”
“Idols haven’t changed at all – they’re still a bunch of idiots.”
Seiya (Mademoiselle A): “Now, now. If you bully them so much, they might bear a grudge and hate you for the rest of their life, you know?”
“Gatekeeper” (Mademoiselle B): “Hmph. I’m not an idol so it won’t hurt or bother me.”
“It sure is difficult when one’s occupation is something that requires public support.”
Seiya (Mademoiselle A): “Did you come all this way to say that?”
“Gatekeeper” (Mademoiselle B): “No, I came to fetch you. Talking to ‘Valkyrie’ was something extra.”
“You appear to be quite devoted to these two, but stop with your unnecessary actions for a minute and come with me.”
Seiya (Mademoiselle A): “And if I refuse? I’m not taking part in ‘SS’, so you can’t control me with those ‘orders’.”
“Gatekeeper” (Mademoiselle B): “A robot should do exactly as they are programmed to. …You know I can round up this case with you being the culprit behind it all, don’t you?”
Seiya (Mademoiselle A): “Now, I wouldn’t want that~ Not that I know what this case is all about.”
“A wise man keeps away from danger. I also do not wish to make my beloved wife and child sad and I intend on living as long as I can.”
“I don’t want to make a mistake like Akehoshi-kun did, after all.”
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- dammit Henry I thought you were a good friend!!!!
- ugh not people judging felice:/ she doesn’t deserve this:(
- okay there are a lot of characters shooting things this season. this isn’t looking good
- when will sara and august STOP getting shit they want
- hahah I love this friend group of girls
- okay this valentines thing sounds like it’ll get real messy real fast ahaha
- not a repeat of the table scene but about felice😭
- they all just watched Simon walk out and didn’t even comment on it? it’s like they all forgot or disregard that relationship
- awe simon:( stop using Marcus thooo
- yeah felice has a lot going on
- okay wille and Simon being in the same PE class is Not. A good idea😂
- wille’s right that is hypocritical. honestly this is not scenes I expected to be watching but it’s great aha
- “at least he’s open about liking me” :(
- WILHELM. “You’re the one who can’t accept my role” that’s DIFFERENT. DIFFERENT SITUATION.
- “no, maybe I can’t” yeah:/ I love how much this show is delving into not only the class divide but the two different worlds and the reality they’re facing Bc of it
- oh my fucking god. thank god felice is calling him out here , he is actually being so fucking selfish it’s hard to watch
- YAY. DEVELOPMENT!!!! thank you wille that was really nice🥹 now we can go back to scheduled programming with their friendship, hopefully.
- “I have to let him go.” honestly, for now, yeah:(
- also felice looks so beautiful someone please fall in love with her for real:(
- omg nils!! legend. this is someone wille needed to talk to
- okay that was interesting. from that perspective you can see why they find it easier to stick to their circle . but you wonder where it stops
- hmmm the way she’s looking at her reading those letters makes me think it wasn’t just making out with your friend at a party 👀
- how dare august stand butt naked at the open window like that. he deserves someone to capture him in revenge
- august and Sara going to the ball together?? goodbye felice and Sara friendship
- okay Stella and frederika was not a ship I expected but I did need it😭
- omg FINALLY sara choosing her friends over august. I kinda wish she did go with him tho bc I want felice to know about them
- awe come ON how did Marcus pull through like that😭 man’s too perfect for him surely something’s gonna happen between them like come on💀
- WHAT ARE THEIR NAMES😭😭
- THEY DONT HAVE NAMES. bc he doesn’t want to repeat last time with wille or bc Marcus isn’t important for that??
- YESSS it was stellaaaa
- “I’d rather be secretly in love than be her ex that she hates” valid. I think wille would’ve rathered that too😭
- Simon purposely making wille jealous huh?
- “I have to be okay” gooddd im proud!! now have fun with your friendsss
- watching this with the costumes but modern party is so jarring hahah
- Simon stop using this damn man
- omg august told Alexander. tbh I was waiting for the consequences of that to fall through
- wille that was so random but I’m glad he was so nice
- THANK YOU WILLE. that was what we needed you to say!! except Simon clearly does still have feelings AHH
- honestly did not expect august to care that Sara stood him up but that’s an interesting turn. Comparing to wille and Simon tho?? I’m a bit confused how their situation is similar unless she means that they couldn’t stay together after felice knows but it’s not the same thing bc it’s bc she and august have done shit things
- Simon going to find willeee. I feel bad for Marcus tho ngl💀
- SIMON don’t miss your big performance!! no!!! not for wille not for anyone!!
- “I’m just trying to move on” so you chase your ex outside after he acknowledged that. right🤨
- OH MY GOD. And I’m so glad Simon was the one to initiate it😭😭
- I want them together but this is the wrong time😭😭
- okay he’s not missing the choir thank god. YOURE NOT SINGLE RN THO SIMON
- WILLE I would be smiling too that was a perfect kiss😭
- smiling while singing to him😭 especially when the song is about him too😭
- the song from the trailer😭
Okay this is making me emotional. I’m glad this didn’t happen until wille started to view the situation maturely though as I’d be lying if I said he deserved it in previous episodes, but I think they’re able to work it out surely their connection is unmatched, especially if he’s gonna kiss wille even when he’s in that wig💀😭
I’m not a fan of cheating storyline’s so I hope Simon does actually break up with Marcus after that.
But omg what a game changer episode!!
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3, 6, 9 for the Star Trek ask game.
I have no idea how this got lost in the ether, but whoa you picked some good ones.
#3: a hard one for sure. Elnor for security chief (obviously), Saru for First Officer, Tilly as my Senior Science Officer, Geordi LaForge as my Chief of Engineering, Dr. Culber as both my Ship's Counselor and CMO, and probably Ortegas as my navigator. Yes, I realize only one of these is an Older Trek character 💀
#6: Dammit, you're going to make me choose? It's a toss up between "Please, my friend, choose to live", "She's a QUEEN!" or "You may test that assumption at your convenience."
#9: This depends on what we mean. Is it a personal accessory I already have? A Trek accessory? Need more information here. I have a real-life class ring for my university that I would want to keep on my person, or maybe my grandmother's locket, but if we mean Trek accessory... that's hard. I might want a pendant like Elnor's.
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The Goddess That Defied Fate [Huedhaut x OC] Chapter 1
Huedhaut!
Shiro felt cool hands catch her. The man who caught her in mid-air furrowed his brows, conflicted.
"We're going up a little higher. Careful, don't panic and bite down on your tongue," he said. Shiro merely nodded, unable to say anything. She felt the wind against her cheeks as they quickly rose up higher into the sky. She felt Hue's arms loosen around her and instinctively clutched at him harder. "Why me? Why did you call my name back there?"
"Why?" Because he was the only one she could entrust her life to.
"It's nothing. Never mind." This was bothering him and a small part of her hated herself for it. Beneath his midnight-blue hair, his almond-shaped eyes avoided her gaze. He looked down at her hands. Shiro's fingers were digging into him so hard her knuckles were turning white. She slowly loosened her grip. "You're only human. It's natural for you to experience terror in the face of these unusual circumstances. If you're frightened... please, hold onto me." He looked away, and so did Shiro.
"Human. Do you think I'd be less frightened if I wasn't human?" Shiro's words were barely above a whisper. She dropped her hand into her lap as he carried her. "I don't need to hold onto you. Just don't drop me." A few moments later, Hue sighed and directed her hands back to his chest.
"Hmm, you should probably refrain from looking down."
Shiro hummed in response, instead looking down at his arms around her. She never imagined anything could be this painful, yet so blissful at the same time. Shiro leaned her head against his chest and closed her eyes, letting her consciousness fall.
Shiro felt her cheek being stroked. She recognised this feeling. Was it real? Or a dream? She supposed it could be either. Shiro saw his soft hair, the colour of night, swaying before her eyes. She felt relaxed; safe.
Shiro opened her eyes. "Is it morning yet?" she mumbled, more to herself.
"Sorry, it's still night-time. Want me to sleep next to you?" Ichthys asked, his voice cheerful.
"No thank you," Shiro rejected him flatly. She swung her legs over the edge of the sofa as she sat up. The room she found herself in was luxurious, to say the least. But this interior... Were they in the heavens? No, that wasn't possible. If they were exiled, that would mean they were branded with the marks of their sins. And as long as they had those marks, they couldn't return to the heavens. They were most certainly on Earth. This house was just modelled after the the heavens.
"Geeez... No fair, Ikky. If you're going to let someone sleep with you, you should definitely choose me," Teorus said.
"Stop it, both of you. You're scaring the poor girl," Dui said. Shiro looked at the floor in front of her. Her body felt like lead. And so did her mind.
Shiro staggered to her feet. She ignored them as they spoke to each other, until Scorpio directed his glare at her.
"Right now we need to focus on making this stupid woman understand the situation at hand."
"Oh, I know. Wish for something," Ichthys smiled.
"Water," Shiro said, her voice dry. Why was she going along with them? And why was a punishment god telling her to wish for something? Shiro must have missed more of the conversation than she thought. Ichthys confidently snapped his fingers. Nothing happened.
"Whoa! Why?! This can't be happening!" Ichthys exclaimed, confused. The marks of sins must have been blocking their powers.
Leon barked a laugh. "Presenting the elite Department of Punishments, they only accept gods of the highest calibre."
"Dammit, lion..." Scorpio grumbled.
"Hold on a sec, I can't use my powers, either," Teorus said.
"Don't be stupid. We just flew here. There's no way we can't use our..." A frowning Scorpio snapped his fingers. Nothing happened. "No way..."
"This... is not the best news," Dui said. Shiro wanted to leave.
"I see. So that's what happened..." Huedhaut stood apart from the rest, whispering calmly. Even though she wasn't looking at him, she knew his intelligent eyes shone quietly beneath his tuft of deep blue hair. "The marks of sin are, in all likelihood, preventing us from using our powers."
"You mean these things?" Ichthys lifted up his shirt and jacket to reveal a black tattoo on his side.
"That's a mark of sin. It signifies that we have broken the laws of the heavens," Huedhaut explained. Shiro knew what a mark of sin was. And she knew why he got one, that stupid god.
"The truth is, we've all committed different sins. We were exiled to Earth as punishment," Teorus said.
Shiro sank back down onto the sofa.
"The six of us won't be able to return to the heavens until our sins are absolved and our marks disappear," Hue said.
"Good luck with that," Shiro muttered, her voice hoarse.
"The king of the heavens said, 'A goddess holds the key to the fates of you six gods'," Teorus said.
Shiro snorted wryly. The key to their fates. How ironic. "And?" she asked.
"So, we necessarily sought out a goddess to absolve us of our sins..." Dui replied.
"And that goddess is..." Ichthys paused for dramatic effect.
"You. Probably, anyway," Scorpio said.
"I'm not a goddess. I'm a human," Shiro replied flatly.
"Maybe. But in a past life, you were one of our brethren. You are a reborn goddess," Leon said decisively.
"No, like I said, I'm human."
"Who cares what the hell you believe? Just hop to it and absolve us of our sins," Scorpio glared at me.
"I refuse," Shiro said. She stood up and crossed her arms. She looked at Scorpio past her nose. "Even if I knew how to do something like that, I wouldn't do it. You people got yourselves into this mess. Why should I have to get you out of it?"
"She's right," Hue said. Shiro turned to him, eyes wide.
"But..." Dui protested.
"It's true that she is a reborn goddess... The stars in her eyes prove it. But she no longer has the powers she possessed when she was a god. She's human now. There's no point in attacking her." Hue's thin lips twisted into a frown. "In other words, she's an encumbrance. Let's get you out of here, useless goldfish." Shiro smiled wryly. She wasn't offended. If anything, she found her situation laughable.
"You're right. If she's of no value to us, there's no reason to keep her here," Leon replied.
Scorpio clicked his tongue. "What a waste of time."
"I'll take care of her disposal, if that's alright with you all," Hue said.
"It pays to have a workaholic like you around sometimes. Dispose of her as you wish," Leon answered.
"Don't forget those words." Hue's almond eyes narrowed.
Led by Hue, Shiro dragged her feet and walked down the hallway. She was in no mood to admire the building's fabulously familiar interiors. The way he and the others spoke made it sound like death or something worse awaited her. But Shiro knew better than that. As expressionless as ever, Hue didn't even bother to look at her.
"This way." He led her to a large door, presumably the front door. Shiro didn't answer as she followed him. He chuckled. "You look like the world's about to end." Shiro gnashed her teeth and hid her eyes beneath her bangs. "There's no need to tremble like that. Stand up, look where you're going, and go home." Shiro didn't answer, instead taking a slow step towards the door. Another step. Another. "This door can connect to anywhere depending on the will of the user. Use it to return to your world." Shiro silently put her hand on the doorknob. "We'll probably never see each other again. Forget about today, and live a happy life as a human." Shiro's hand shook as she listened to his low voice, cracking ever so slightly with emotion. She gripped the knob tighter, her knuckles whitening. Shiro looked over her shoulder and tried her best to smile.
"Thank you..." Her voice cracked.
"No, thank you. I enjoyed speaking with you like this. Well then, take care."
"I... I hope you find a way back to the heavens. Goodbye, Huedhaut." After listening to his receding footsteps, Shiro closed her eyes and concentrated on where she wanted to go. But before she could turn the knob, something clamped over her mouth. Shiro gasped, grabbing onto the hand.
"Be quiet or they'll spot us."
"Hurry, that room will work."
The two of them grabbed Shiro's arms so she couldn't move and then dragged her out of the entrance hall.
"I was worried for a second there. You're stronger than you look," Ichthys told her.
"Anyway, no one noticed. We're safe," Teorus said.
Shiro glared angrily at them. "Why can't you people just leave me the hell alone?" she demanded.
Ichthys's cool fingers tilted her chin upwards. "We just want to have a little fun, that's all. I mean, we went through so much trouble to catch you, goldfish. It would be a waste to throw you back right away, you know?" Shiro clenched my fists.
"We want to play with you, that's all," Teorus smiled as he whispered in her ear. "Come on, close your eyes. If you don't you might get hurt."
I kicked his leg. "As if I'd ever be scared of a powerless god!"
"Oof! Man, you really are strong," Teorus wasn't the least bit fazed, however. No matter. That would change very soon.
"No yelling. If somebody else finds you, you'll be in danger. You don't want that, do you?" Ichthys stuck his tongue out at her. Shiro glared fiercely up at the two before she felt a refreshing, cool breeze.
"You all look like you're having an awful lot of fun." Shiro gasped at the sight of him, leaning against the doorframe as he coolly observed her.
"Hue?!" Ichthys exclaimed.
"You. I just let you go. You must love taunting death. Either that, or you like worrying gods. Either way, you're quite troublesome."
Before anyone could do anything else, a loud shot rang out in the tense room. Shiro saw red and felt a sticky, wet substance splatter on her cheek. Her eyes widened and she gasped. Ichthys lay at her feet, blood seeping into the carpet from his head. A wave of black in her peripheral and two things, pale arms wrapped themselves around Shiro's shoulder from behind.
"K-Kuro..." Teorus features were consumed by unbridled fear. He backed away.
Kuro chuckled before pointing her gun at him. "I guess it doesn't matter whether you're a god or a human. If you're born scum, you're born scum." Shiro was paralyzed, her mouth agape as she observed the scene in front of her.
"Get away from her! Run!" Hue shouted. The female god, clad in a pristine white uniform with black arm bands, wrapped her arms tighter around Shiro's shoulder as she giggled. At the clanging sound of cutlery, Shiro brought her attention to what was happening behind her. Silver caught the moonlight streaming in from the windows and Shirt gasped. No sooner had another shot rang out in the otherwise silent dining room than Shiro moved.
"Watch out!" Shiro wrapped her hands protectively around the goddess's head and pushed them both to the ground. The two women rolled some feet away, Shiro keeping her arms around Kuro.
"Oi, what are you doing? Something like that won't hurt me." Kuro poked Shiro lightly in the arm, her gaze on the knife that Hue had just thrown at her back.
"Whether it hurts you or not is irrelevant. You're precious to me, so I'll protect you."
"Shiro..." A genuine, happy smile spread across Kuro's face. "Thank you." Shiro was aware of Hue's keen eyes on them as she shook her head.
"You saved me. Thanks, Kuro." Shiro smiled weakly. "I'm really glad. I wanted to see you."
"Mm. I know. Your heart was crying. I always know," Kuro said. Shiro's eyes widened.
"Kuro... Please, forgive Huedhaut. He was trying to protect me."
Kuro smiled. "I know. He told you to run. Don't worry, I won't hurt him." Kuro stood up, Shiro's hand in hers. Shiro, however, remained on the floor, her arm limp. "Shiro?"
"I'm fine. Just a little tired," Shiro answered, her voice containing a weariness not often heard from her.
"I see." Kuro crouched down in front of her. "It's okay now, Shiro. Sleep. I'll make sure to end this nightmare by the time you wake up."
"Mm. Thank you." Shiro heard the sound of fingers snapping by her ear before her consciousness eluded her.
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Guilty even though Innocent
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-ConUnderage, Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)Original Male Character(s), Dubious Consent, Pain, Sadism, Masochism, BDSM, Rough Sex, Voyeurism, Teacher-Student Relationship, Rape, Crucio | Cruciatus Curse (Harry Potter), plus size character
Summary:
After waking up from a dream she thought was real, she couldn't bring herself to go to potions class. Getting caught by her new professor going back to her room, she is forced to go to detention for skipping class, but this is no ordinary detention...
Notes:
This is the second chapter to this series for Daisy and Perseus. Things will continue to get even more questionable on morality as chapters continue each week. Is Perseus bad or just a straight villain? You choose. Thanks for reading again :)
Chapter 2: A Detention well Deserved?
Daisy wakes up completely in a daze. One of those deep sleeps where you wonder where you are, and what time it is for a moment. Did yesterday really happen? Me…and Perseus. Oh my god! Oh my God! Why am I not in pain? I should be in pain. Daisy gets up to looks in front of the giant standing mirror in her room. She lifts up her shirt to check her stomach. Her hand rubs where he hit her last night, but nothing is there. Wait, was I dreaming? Did I have a premonition? Daisy walks backwards a bit to sit on the edge of the bed. Fuck… Is it bad I wish it had been? Maybe it would have finally given me relief for what I did. That I tried to make up for it……..oh god but it's not real. That means I just had a premonition of fucking Perseus. Oh god and I have his class today!! No! NO!.....I'm not going. I'm going to skip it...Ya! skip it. It's not like he is going to care. He hates me anyway. He will be happy I did.
Daisy went to the rest of her classes though. Though it was hard to study with everything on her mind. Am I ever going to move past his fathers death? I should by now. Everyone else has. Even his other brothers. Ughhhhh but Perseus is such an ass, so clearly, he can't let it go which makes it even harder for me even though it's my fault. Ya, right, it is my fault. He shouldn’t let it go. It is his father. Daisy finished going to all her classes, although she retained nothing she did still go at least. By the time dinner came around though her stomach was in knots thinking about everything, that she didn’t even want to eat.
"Daisy! Over here!" Adelia waves for Daisy to sit with her and the rest of her friend group.
Daisy holds her stomach. "Sorry, not feeling super good. I think I'm just going to our room to rest.”
"Oh okay! Feel better!
Daisy walked out of the dinner hall and as she turned to go to the Hufflepuff common room she can see Perseus walking down the hall. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He didn’t see me, I'm sure. I'll just walk the other way and it will be fine.
"Daisy." Perseus says from behind.
Fuck.
Daisy turns around and he walks up to her.
"You didn’t come to class today."
“Ya, ya. I was sick."
"You came to all your other classes I heard. So, try again."
"Ya…I got nothing.''
"Thought so, detention, tomorrow night."
Daisy puts her head down in defeat. "Okay."
Perseus walks away. God dammit. Maybe he doesn’t run detention. It will be fine.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Next day at night~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Okay, okay I'm sure it will be fiiine. I will sit there for a couple hours, and it will be over. Maybe I'll study since I didn’t catch up on shit yesterday. Or maybe if he is there, there might be someone in there I know so he leaves me alone.
Daisy dragged her feet to detention… entering the room she saw that no one else was in there, seriously? No one else got in trouble today. Just her? She huffed and looked to see that the person who would be presiding over detention today was none other than Perseus Malfoy. Gulping she sat down in the very back of the class as far away as possible.
Perseus looked up from the papers he was grading and smirked “Think you can get away with skipping my potions class huh? Well, I can assure you by the end of this detention you will certainly know better than to try that ever again” he said all too menacingly.
Daisy gulped and looked down “I…. I’m sorry professor Malfoy” she said softly.
He tutted slightly and sat up in his chair “Come up here miss Walsh, so I can give you your punishment.”
Daisy immediately stood up and walked over to him not wanting to make him angry “What do you need me to do professor?” she asked in a quivering voice.
Licking his lips, he stood up and cupped her cheek, his thumb gently caressing it. Daisy’s cheeks flushed red, and her eyes widened in shock at his tender touch, she almost relaxed until his hand moved from her cheek to the back of her head grabbing a fistful of her auburn locks and pulling her hair forcing her head back making her cry out in pain “You can start by calling me master” he growled and began to unbutton her top. Daisy tried to struggle against him but remembered her dream… he was hurting, and it was her fault… if she did as he asked, maybe then she could find peace by giving him pleasure.
“Please Master” she whispered, placing her hands on his chest, she felt his grip on her hair loosen and she looked at him with tears spilling down her cheeks “Punish me…”
Perseus smiled, it was delicious just how easily she submitted to him, sitting back in his chair and rested his head in his hand “undress for me” he ordered, and Daisy did as told, her hands shook as she unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and took off her skirt leaving her only in her pink lace bra and panties as well as her white stockings.
“Look at you, you have such an innocent face yet such a slutty body…so round and soft… I’m sure many boys have enjoyed the feeling of your tits in their hands, the taste of your skin.”
Daisy shook her head “N-no master… I… I’ve never even kissed a boy “she admitted feeling her body heating up. Perseus felt himself get even harder at the idea of ruining her for anyone else “Well then… I suppose I'll have to break you in” he stated and beckoned her closer “Kneel” he instructed, and she did so without hesitation now kneeling between his legs “You are going to pleasure me with that pretty little mouth of yours…” his hand once again gripping a large chunk of her hair pulling her face towards the bulge his pants. Licking her lips, she nodded and reached for the zipper of his pants releasing his intimidating length… she hadn’t gotten a good look of it in her dream but seeing it up close made her want to faint… it was too big, how could he expect her to take all of that in her mouth!? Apparently, she was staring too long because she felt him push her head against his length “Get on with it” he growled and forced her mouth open shoving his cock in her mouth down to the base making daisy gag gripping his pant legs “Now move your head back and forth and suck” he ordered, and she whimpered in response as she did her best to please him. “I deserve this…” she thought to herself trying to convince herself to keep going. Pulling away slightly she swirled her tongue around the tip tasting the bitterness of his precum. Perseus was almost impressed with how willing she was to please him, grabbing her face he began to rapidly thrust into her mouth, Daisy let out a muffled cry struggling to pull away “I’m almost there, you are gonna be a good little mudblood and swallow all of it got it?” he growled, with a final thrust he spilled inside her flooding her mouth. Daisy’s throat bobbed as she tried to swallow it all, feeling him release her head she pulled away and gasped resting her head on his knee.
Perseus gripped her arm and hoisted her to her feet “Your punishment isn’t over, you don’t get to rest, now bend over my desk.”
Daisy once again did as told and she felt him rip off her panties exposing her soaked core.
“Well look at that, you loved sucking my cock so much you’re practically dripping… I almost feel bad for what I'm going to do next” he laughed as he suddenly smacked her ass forcing out a pained moan from her. Daisy did her best to stay still, she had to behave, she had to do this for him. Feeling the stinging pain of him smacking her ass again earned a moan from her this time, what was happening to her? Why would she like this so much?
“You should be thanking me, giving you the privilege to suck my cock, for giving you this pain, a pathetic little mudblood like you getting any of my attention” Perseus watched her ass shake with each smack and smiled as it got redder and redder.
Daisy broke “Thank you! Thank you master!” she sobbed nails digging into the desk “Th-thank you for punishing me!”
Perseus grabbed her throat and pulled her against him her ass feeling his erection. Pulling her bra down he toyed with her nipple, the hand that held her throat moved down to her clit and began to rub it, making daisy’s hips buck into his hand “For being such a good slave for your master I'll reward you” he whispered and continued his assault on her clit.
“Please…please master! Please make me cum!” she begged, feeling herself at the edge.
He slowed his movements keeping her just at the edge “you are my personal slave, no one else’s do you understand? No one else can touch you like this” he commanded, and she nodded “yes!yes I promise!’ she sobbed “please make me cum!”
Speeding up his movements once more he let her release feeling her orgasm run down his fingers. Daisy felt him let go of her and she fell to the ground.
As her body hit the ground daisy’s head snapped up from the desk, she was sitting at… wait… what? Looking around she saw she was in detention. She was still dressed, and Professor Malfoy was grading papers… a-another dream? She wondered.
Perseus looked up and smirked “Sleeping during detention Miss Walsh? I suppose you'll have to come back tomorrow to make it up.”
Daisy looked at him in shock, she slowly nodded and got up to go back to her dormitory… she needed a bath… she was soaked….
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babysitting
Sam wishes Eddie would stop calling it babysitting.
“I don’t babysit Elenore,” Sam says as he cleans up the place where she was just eating chocolate cake ten minutes ago, before Lucy came to pick her up.
“Then what do you call it?” Eddie asks.
“I don’t know. It’s just like hanging out with a really small friend. She’s not just a kid. She’s Elenore. It’s different.”
Eddie sighs like he doesn’t understand. It doesn’t bother Sam as much as it could. If he has it his way, he’ll understand soon enough. Soon, she’ll be just Elenore to him, too.
“I’m godfather to like five kids in my family,” Eddie says. “But it’s not like this.”
“Well, none of your family members had a kid when you were all still in high school. It’s different when you’re seventeen, and all of a sudden, your two best friends just made another person. You don’t just move on from that.”
“What do you do, then?”
“You fold her in.”
Sam watches as Eddie smiles. He always seems bewildered by him. Bemused. But never annoyed. Never put off. Sam falls in love with him a little bit more all the time just for that. He’s spent his whole life thinking he’s a burden to people … that he’s too much, that he’s too tiring, that he runs too hot. That’s what his mother always cautioned him about. But that’s not what Eddie sees. Eddie sees somebody worthwhile. That’s what he said yesterday, anyway, when Sam asked him to come along when he picked up Elenore from her half day at school.
“You are … something else,” Eddie says. “But I think you probably know that.”
“Know it?” Sam repeats. “Baby, I pride myself on it.”
Even Eddie can’t help but laugh a little at that one. Eddie, the serious scholar, who’s afraid of showing how much he loves anything. Anything but Sam.
“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie says. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Why did you want me to come with you to pick up Elenore? And, you know … why did you want me to be there while you hung out with your very small friend?”
Sam smiles. He feels himself turn into butter. Sometimes, it’s the scariest feeling in the world. Just not when he’s with Eddie. When he’s with Eddie, it’s OK. More than OK.
“I really want her to like you,” Sam says. “I know … I know she does. But I really want her to like you. You see … you see the way she looks at me.”
Eddie nods.
“You’re like her hero.”
“Yeah. I don’t make it my business to brag about it, but … yeah. I know it. Lucy and Will, they know it. And … dammit, but it matters what she thinks of me. It matters what she thinks of the people I choose to have around.”
When Eddie smiles, Sam wants to scream like a girl with Beatlemania. When he comes around and kisses Sam’s cheek, he feels like Mo Starkey.
“Don’t worry,” Eddie says. “I like hanging around your very small friend.”
Sam’s eyes light up.
“You do?”
“Oh, yeah. She’s way more interesting than any of my goddaughters. None of my goddaughters would know who Fabian was.”
Sam laughs hard, loud, and long.
“Yeah, well,” he says. “I make it my business to teach her right. I was at the baptism. I know what a godfather is supposed to do.”
Eddie smiles and kisses Sam for real this time. Sam hopes he never gets used to it, either. It feels too good to be surprised.
“You’re something else,” Eddie says. “And I …”
Sam nods and kisses him so he doesn’t have to say it.
“I know,” he says. “Me, too.”
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- 4x3: c. 40:00 Cas comforts Dean after Mary makes a deal w/ Azazel
- 4x7: 15:50 Dean stops Sam from shooting Cas, then Sam mentions that he’s “heard a lot about him”
- 4x7: 39:00 Cas tells Dean he prayed he’d save the town, then he tells him about his doubts and Deans future troubles
- 4x10 & ???: Dean calls “last night on Earth” his best line. He uses this line on Cas
- 4x10: 27:15 “Castiel has this weakness. He likes you.”
- 4x10: 32:50 Cas looking jealous and sad when Dean kisses Anna
- 4x16: 7:30 Cas tells Dean he got in trouble for showing emotion and getting to close to Dean. 8:20 “I would give anything not to have you do this”
- 4x16: 39:00 Cas warns Dean to be careful while Dean is in the hospital, they discuss the first seal and saving Dean from hell
- 4x18: 31:30 Cas tells Dean how to save Sam from Lilith even though he’s not allowed to interfere
- 4x20: 38:00 Deans face when Cas tells him he “learned his lesson when he was in heaven”
- 4x22: 30:40 Cas considers rebelling for Dean. 33:00 He does. 35:20 He fights multiple Archangels for Dean
- 5x1: 5:45 Dean denies Cas’ death 8:25 “I learned that from my friend Cas you son of a bitch”
- 5x1: 31:00 Cas saves Sam and Dean from Zach
- 5x3: 6:10 Cas-“I need your help because your the only one who will help me”
- 5x3: 10:20 Dean fixes Cas’ tie and jacket
- 5x4: 38:50 “Don’t Ever Change”
- 5x8: 38:20 Dean makes Gabriel bring Cas back, then makes sure he’s okay
- 5x13: ?:?? Cas won’t let Dean meet with Anna because it’s not safe
- 5x17: 30:30 Cas and Dean discuss what it’s like to have a deadbeat dad
- 5x18: 25:15 Cas kicks Deans ass for trying to sacrifice himself
- 5x21: 3:50 Cas and Dean bickering like and old married couple then Cas gives Dean a heartfelt apology.
- 6x17: 18:55 “No you’re confusing me with the other angel, the one in the dirty trench coat who is in love with you.”
- 6x17: 38:00 Sam: “So you killed 50,000 people for us?” Cas: *looks at Dean*
- 6x19: 25:20 Bobby reassures Cas that they’ll be back soon, Cas acts like a worried and disappointed wife.
- 6x19: 36:25 Cas yelling “Dean!” when Eve bites him
- 6x19: 40:00 Dean is the only one who doesn’t think Cas is working with Crowley (he’s wrong but it’s sweet)
- 6x20: 4:50 Dean v v worried, “But Cas you’ll call right? If you get into real trouble?”
- 6:30 Crowley implies that Cas is distracted by Dean and tells him he reeks of the Impala.
- 7:20 Cas says that Dean taught him how to care and what to care about. Then Cas saves Sam (for Dean)
- 13:15 Cas says that the worst part of working with Crowley (basically his sworn natural enemy) is that it hurt Dean and that he hated lying to him.
- 25:20 Cas refuses to ask Dean for help because he has “sacrificed too much” even though it means Cas could die.
- 26:00 Crowley tells Cas he has a way for everyone to get a happy ending “with all possible entendres intended” while Cas stares longingly at Dean.
- 33:00 Dean is close to tears when he learns that Cas is working with Crowley, Cas says he did it to protect Dean.
- 35:25 “Dammit Cas we can fix this!” “Dean it’s not broken!” He then tells the boys to run from the demon cloud and Dean gives him the saddest look in the world before being forced to leave him behind.
- 38:00 Cas watches Dean sleep. “I’m doing this for you Dean. I’m doing this because of you!”
- 6x21: 22:40 “I do everything you ask. I always come when you call and I am your friend. Still despite your lack of faith in me and now your threats I’ve just saved you yet again. Has anyone but your closest kin ever done more for you?”
- 6x22: Dean to Cas- “Don’t make me lose you, too.”
- 7x2: 5:35 Dean nearly cries on screen when he thinks Cas is dead
- 7x17: Cas says “I remember ~you~” as soon as he regains his memories.
- 7x17: Cas ask why Dean didn’t tell him all the horrible things Cas did. Parallels the conversation Karen and Dean had about telling Bobby she remembered him killing her and her telling Dean that he had never been on love before.
- 7x21: The face Dean makes when he sees Cas again plus the prolonged eye contact when Cas says Deans name.
- 7x21: Hester telling Dean that when Cas first saved him from Hell he was lost- parallels- Lucifer/Jess saying she was dead the moment she met Sam.
- 7x23: 8:50 “Go ask him. He was your boyfriend first.” Meg to Dean about Cas
- 7x23: 32:45 “I’m sorry but I’d rather have you, cursed or not.”
- 7x23: 36:50 Cas steps in to protect Dean despite spending the whole season avoiding fighting and saying he won’t fight.
- 8x2: 25:00 Cas ran away to keep the Leviathans away from Dean. Dean refuses to leave purgatory without Cas.
- 8x7: 20:30 Deans reaction to seeing Cas all cleaned up.
- 8x7: Dean convinced himself that it was his fault Cas was still in purgatory because he’s a sweet idiot boy who hates himself
- 8x7: 35:00 The whole Dean and Cas conversation about purgatory and Cas doing stuff that puts him in danger.
- 8x8: 12:30 Cas just casually going through Deans stuff and Dean not saying anything.
- 8x8: 13:00 Cas offering to watch over Dean while he slept
- 8x8: 15:15 Dean talks to Cas about feelings and heaven even though Dean hates talking about feelings.
- 8x17: Cas fights Naomi’s mind control for Dean
- 8x23: 22:50 Dean and Cas sadly discuss Cas closing the doors of heaven and say goodbye
- 9x1: Dean prays to Cas and tells him he isn’t mad about the angels falling.
- 9x1: Cas’ first instinct is to explain himself to Dean then to come help him.
- 9x1: Dean begs Cas to “for once, look out for yourself.”
- 9x3: 36:45 Dean to Cas after Cas came back from the dead “Don’t you ever do that again!”
- 9x6: Literally just Dean trying desperately the whole episode to hang out with Cas
- 9x10: 26:00 Dean and Cas talk about how Cas is doing and Dean offers him a rare sincere apology. Plus the “I prefer the term ‘trusting’. Less dumb, less ass.” dialogue
- 9x18: Cas’ little smile when Dean makes a joke about Honor Bars and Cas is just so happy to hear his voice.
- 9x18: Metatron’s illusion of Gabriel calls Cas Dean’s boy-toy
- 9x18: Cas can tell something is wrong with Dean, then Cas yells at Dean about getting the Mark of Cain
- 9x22: Cas chooses Dean over all of Heaven once again
- 9x22: The Cas and Dean conversation about the three of them being enough when an army wasn’t and Cas giving up an army all for Dean
- 9x23: “I’m blaming you for taking Cas’ grace.”
- 10x1: 5:00 Cas about Dean- “I miss him.”
- 10x2: 9:00 Cas’ reaction to learning that Dean is a demon
- 10x3: The conversation between Dean and Cas at the end of the episode. “You look terrible” “You on the other hand, your looking good.”
- 10x5: Deans reaction to Cas and Dean actors hugging and holding hands
- 10x5: “Put as much sub into that text as you possibly can.” *looks directly at fake Cas*
- 10x9: 15:00 Cas tells Dean he’s a good role model. Then asks him if he’s okay and when Dean lies and says he is he pushes it further. Dean makes Cas promise to kill him if he goes Dark
- 10x22: Dean and Cas fight and parallel Cain and his Wife.
- 10x23: Dean sees Cas’ bloody face in the mirror
- 11x1: Cas being more worried about Dean than himself even though Cas is under a spell that will kill him.
- 11x2: Dean calling Cas and stressing out when he doesn’t answer
- 11x3: Dean trying to coax Cas out of the attack dog spell, refusing to fight back when Cas was attacking, freaking out when Cas took a minute to wake up, refusing to let Cas heal him (because he “had it coming”), and refusing to let Cas apologize (because “there’s nothing to apologize for”).
- 11x10: “Dean, I came as soon as you called.” Also: “Stick your tongue out.” Dean-*does*
- 11x11: Dean realizing that something is wrong with Cas (while he is possessed by Lucifer)
- 11x11: Mildred says that Dean is pining for someone else(probably meant to be a reference to Amara, but she told him this after he had seen Cas for the first time in a few days.)
- 11x14: The sadness on Deans face when he realizes Cas is Lucifer and then his determination to save Cas
- 11x15: Dean getting kinda dark when he talks about what he’s willing to do to save Cas and he prioritizes saving Cas over bearing Amara.
- 11x17: Dean once again prioritizing saving Cas over saving the world. Sam reassuring Dean that they’ll save Cas (even though Dean didn’t say anything about what was upsetting him)
- 11x17: The camera zooming in on Dean after Michelle says that there is no normal after losing the man you love.
- 11x18: Dean refuses to put Lucifer in the cage or let him fight Amara while using Cas as his vessel.
- 11x18: The difference in the way Dean looks at Lucifer vs at Cas
- 11x18: Dean about Cas: “Lets go find that idiot and bring him home.”
- 11x19: Dean has been looking for leads non stop for a week since Amara took Cas
- 11x21: Amara uses Cas’s heart to find Dean, then shows Dean images of Cas beaten and bloodied to convince him to turn against Chuck
- 11x23: Dean’s face when he realizes Cas is back and Lucifer is gone.
- 11x23: Dean tells Cas he isn’t stupid and that he always helps
- 11x23: Cas: “Dean are you okay? How do you feel?”
- 11x23: Cas hugging Dean super tight before he goes off to die. Dean entrusting his life’s purpose (look after Sam) then thanking him for everything.
- 12x1: Cas seeing that Dean is alive and hugging him while his voice breaks.
- 12x1: Cas taking the job Dean have him very seriously
- 12x2: Dean adorably venting to Cas about his mommy-issues
- 12x3: Dean- “Morning sunshine want some coffee.” Cas- “No thank you.”
- 12x7: “Well at least I don’t look like a lumberjack.” They are such husbands
- 12x7: “Engaged in what Cas? killing you?”
- 12x8: Cas being so worried about what happened to Sam and DEAN that Kelly escaped.
- 12x9: Mary-“You left them!” Cas- *voice breaking* “Dean told me to go!” Also, just Cas looking so hard for them.
- 12x9: Cas blaming himself for Sam and Dean being taken
- 12x9 Cas knowing how long the boys have been gone down to the hour.
- 12x9: Cas’s voice and eyes when he hears Dean’s voice on the phone.
- 12x9: Cas killing Billie because “You mean too much to me” and “The world needs as many Winchesters as it can get.”
- 12x10: Poor Sam having to deal with Cas and Dean while they fight like an old married couple.
- 12x10: Dean immediately telling Ishim to go to hell when he insults Cas
- 12x10: Sam telling Dean to go to Cas when Dean thought Cas was in trouble
- 12x10: Cas immediately believing Dean about Ishim even though they’re mad at each other. Dean about to let Ishim kill him to save Cas.
- 12x10: Ishim comparing Dean and Cas’s relationship to Ishims relationship with his human lover, then saying he was going to cut Cas’s human weakness
- 12x11: “And Cas is my best friend.”
- 12x12: Dean about Cas- “My shy but devastatingly handsome friend here...”
- 12x12: Dean stressing out and voice breaking as he tries to comfort poisoned Cas
- 12x12: LITERALLY TOLD DEAN THAT HE LOVED HIM WHILE CAS WAS DYING
- 12x12: *looking at Dean* “I love you.” Then adds “I love all of you”
- 12x12: Cas- “Run.” Dean- “Cas, no.”
- 12x12: The look Dean gives Cas when he won’t stop staring at him after he’s healed.
- 12x14: Dean says some very harsh stuff to Mary after finding out the reason they Cas almost died at the lake house was because Mary was working for the British Men of Letters
- 12x15: Dean could tell something was up with Cas after talking to him for less than a minute, over the phone.
- 12x18: Sam trying to make Dean feel better about not hearing from Cas.
- 12x19: Dean literally always acting like a scorned wife when Cas comes back after long periods of time
- 12x19: Dean made Cas a mixtape
- 12x19: Cas- “I ~needed~ to came back here with a win for you.”
- 12x19: Cas- *gesturing between Dean and himself* “You mean... we?” Dean- “Yes, dumbass, we.”
- 12x23: Dean screaming for Cas when he attacks Lucifer and trying to chase after him forcing Sam to drag Dean back through the rift. A direct parallel to Dean pulling Sam away from Jess and the fire in Pilot
- 12x23: Dean kneeling next to Cas’s dead body looking up at the sky completely devastated.
- 13x1: Dean couldn’t bring himself to say dead when referring to Cas
- 13x1: Dean PRAYED to GOD to bring Cas back
- 13x1: “We just lost ~everything~. And now you’re gonna bring ~him~ back.”
- 13x1: Dean personally wrapping Cas’s body and giving him a hunters funeral.
- 13x1: The look of complete devastation on Dean’s face when he burns Cas’s body.
- 13x3: Dean refusing to help save Jack because he blames him for manipulating Cas and getting him killed.
- 13x4: The Empty to Cas: “I know what you love, what you fear. There is nothing for you back there.” He loves Dean and Cas fears that Dean doesn’t love him back.
- 13x5: Sam being worried about Dean who has given up all hope since Cas died.
- 13x5: Dean being so distressed thinking Cas is gone forever that he tries to kill himself
- 13x5: Dean seeing Cas alive again and they both have tears in their eyes.
- 13x6: Dean hugging Cas and saying he’s been gone for “too damn long”
- 13x6: Dean being immediately happier and nicer to everyone once Cas is back
- 13x6: Cas saying “Yes. Yes, he does” (in response to Jack saying Dean really likes cowboys) with the tone of an exhausted spouse.
- 13x6: “I told you, he’s an angry sleeper. Like a bear.”
- 13x6: Dean made Cas watch Tombstone with him.
- 13x6: Dean and Cas dresses like cowboy husbands.
- 13x6: Cas saying “I’m your huckleberry” to Dean in a deep accent and Dean looking away.
- 13x6: Their undercover names are Russel and Kilmer
- 13x14: The whole scene where Cas and Dean fight Gog/Magog and act like an old married couple.
- 13x14: The angry, dark look Cas gives Donatello when he tries to kill Dean
- 13x16: “Dean has him by the thigh!” Cas, jealously: “He ~what~?”
- 13x16: “and that includes the Cartwright twins.” Cas, again jealously: “what did you do with the Cartwright twins?”
- 13x19: Cas angrily confronting Naomi about forcing him to kill a bunch of Dean clones.
- 13x21: Cas secretly sliding Dean more pizza when Mary and Sam left the room.
- 13x21: Cas having to hold Dean back from going after Sam. Dean would have beat the shit out of anyone else who tried to stop him.
- 13x23: Cas trying to stop Dean from giving himself to Michael even if it meant losing Sam AND Jack
- 13x23: Cas sitting alone in the bum jet with tears in his eyes after Dean left
- 14x1: Demon: “How is it you lost Dean. I thought you two were joined at the... everything.”
- 14x1: Dean trying to save Cas from Lucifer then vs Cas trying to save Dean from Michael now
- 14x3: The look that Dean and Cas give each other when Dean comes home.
- 14x9: Cas almost being happy seeing Dean happy. And then having to force himself to not be happy so he doesn’t die.
- 14x12: Cas being phased at Dean for wanting to put himself in the box with Michael forever
- 14x14: Cas is the only Dean will let talk to him about Michael and be honest about how Dean feels
- 14x14: “No, it’s on us.”
- 14x14: Cas’s voice breaking when he talks about the possibility of Dean dying one day.
- 14x18: The pure self loathing in Cas’s eyes when he feels like he failed Dean by not telling him about Jack’s soul.
- 15x2: “You asked ‘what about all of this is real?’ We are.” THE MOST ROMANTIC LINE EVER. (Plus later Eileen and Sam have the same conversation but they get to kiss because homophobia)
- 15x9- 20:00 Dean said that they lost everyone they cared about, then added Cas specifically. Then he says “I had to bury him” not “we”
- 15x9- 23:00 Dean cries when he can’t find Cas. Then he prays to him and apologizes for letting him go. He falls to his knees praying to him and fully crying
- 15x12: “I created the world.” *shows Destiel*
- 15x15: This time when Dean sees Cas leaving the bunker, he stops him. (In reference to Cas saying “you didn’t stop me” when Dean got mad at him for leaving)
- 15x16: This is the the only version of Cas that rebelled for Dean. This universe is literally being saved repeatedly because of Cas’s love for Dean
- 15x18: CAS CONFESSES HIS LOVE TO DEAN then goes to mega hell for being gay
Anyway, Cas loves Dean and Dean LOVES HIM BACK, OKAY?!?!? Feel free to add more
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Once More With Feeling
Summary: When Steve brings an enhanced human with the ability to sense and manipulate emotions/feelings to join the team, she has an immediate interest in the puzzle known as James Bucky Barnes. And Bucky can’t help but be infatuated with her abilities and eventually her.
Word Count: 7.8k
Warnings: Swearing, drinking, mentions of torture.
Italics are used for flashbacks/memories.
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“Who’s that?” Y/N asked Sam with a smile, nodding over towards the man sitting on the patio with a beer bottle in his hand, staring off into the distance with a grim look on his features. He wore a black leather jacket that was zipped up to the collar, dark pants, boots tied perfectly, and black gloves on his hands.
“Ah that’s James. His friends get to call him Bucky.” Sam told her, tucking his hands in his pocket, “It’s a very exclusive group though. Consists of just Steve.”
Y/N looked up at Sam, raising an eyebrow, “Is that a bit of… can I call it annoyed jealousy?” She asks with a teasing smile, nudging him with her shoulder slightly, “What, you jealous you’re not Cap’s bestie or annoyed that James won’t let you be his?”
Sam looked down at her shaking his head, “Can you not do the whole reading thing right now?” He asked with a small chuckle escaping his lips.
“Sorry, it’s just radiating off of you.” Y/N said with a small laugh before looking back out the glass door to the man referred to as James sat alone, “I’m going to go talk to him.”
Sam raised his eyebrows at her, “Good luck with that, Y/N. He’s a man of little to no words. Or emotions. He also doesn’t blink very much.”
Y/N was already headed towards the door with a small smile on her lips, turning her head over her shoulder to look at Sam, “That’s alright. I love staring contests.” She told him before walking out the glass door, shutting it behind her. Y/N walked over to the small metal table Bucky was sitting at, plopping herself on the chair across from him silently. She allowed her eyes to study him. He had longer hair, almost brushing his shoulders. There was stubble covering his cheeks and chin and he constantly looked like he was deep in thought, so much so in fact that little crease between his furrowed eyebrows could be permanent. She didn’t say anything, just sat silently in the chair as she stared into his eyes.
Bucky watched the woman. He had heard they were getting a new team member but didn’t bother to get to know much about her. It was somebody Steve had found and thought could be useful to the team but he didn’t know much more than that. He looked her over as she sat, she was wearing a long sleeved black shirt with blue jeans and combat boots. He was curious about the red leather gloves she wore though, he’d never really seen anybody else besides him wearing gloves constantly. He stared into her eyes, watching her closely. What was she doing? Why did she come to sit by him when there were so many other places to be? Bucky had came out here to be alone as he always did. He liked to be alone, in his own personal bubble lost in his thoughts. There was something about sitting outside alone and night where he felt peace. Maybe being under the stairs with the breeze on his face reminded him of his time in Wakanda, he didn’t know what it was but it was his favorite moment of the day. And now there was this new team member just staring at him. When her eyebrow twitched upwards slightly as if to challenge him, he narrowed his blue eyes at her and placed the beer bottle on the table never breaking eye contact. Bucky places his gloved hands on the table intertwined and leans slightly forward, staring, almost glaring, into her eyes. But the more he just stared the more he felt… what was that? Comfort? His irritation was fading away as he stared into those eyes, almost feeling lost and mesmerized in them at this point. Once he couldn’t take the staring anymore he sighs and leans back in his chair, looking away from her and out into the distance again, “What are you doing?”
Steve had found Y/N after she accidentally helped on a mission. She had a special ability that he thought could be very useful not only on missions but just in general so he asked her to join the team or at least give it a try. Y/N had agreed and now here she was, across from the dark haired, constantly in pain looking man having a staring contest. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her ability consisted of being able to read emotions and feelings of those around her and also manipulate them if she touched them, hence why she wore the gloves. She never wanted to touch someone and manipulate their feelings without their consent because she believed everybody was entitled to how they feel and there were reasons people felt the way they do. But that all broke off when Steve offered her the job. She would be helpful on missions, being able to get enemies to cooperate with the good guys instead of being all nasty and evil. Y/N could feel the pain, the anger, the lostness but she could see that plain as day in his eyes. When he broke the staring off and asked the question, she leaned back in the chair, “Did you know there’s multiple studies that show that staring into someone’s eyes can show their true intentions to you and show if you can trust them? They also say eyes are the window to the soul, able to process other’s emotions and what they’re feeling deep inside.”
Bucky’s lips curved slightly downwards at her words. She had stared at him to get information about him, was that it? He took a sip of his beer and looked back over to her, “You could’ve just asked instead of treating me like a study. I’ve had enough of that for one lifetime.” He spat out at her but almost immediately felt bad. She wasn’t wrong, he stared into her eyes and saw nothing but openness. Even now she was being open with him, truthful. God dammit, all it took was a damn staring contest for him to have a spark of trust for her, “Who are you anyway?”
“I’m Y/N.” She told him, a small smile curving to her lips, “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.” She said as she stared into his eyes, letting him know she was truly sorry if she offended him, “Sam said you like to stare and I’m pretty kick-ass at staring contests. Couldn’t help myself.”
Bucky narrowed his eyes slightly again at her as she apologized to him, then looks away again as he took another sip of his beer, letting out a slight sigh, “So you’re the one Steve brought back. Why would he do that?” He said almost coldly thought he didn’t mean for it to come across that way.
Y/N shrugs, “He thought I could be helpful here and on certain missions given my abilities.” She told him, watching him even though he wasn’t looking at her.
“And what are your abilities?” Bucky asked, looking over towards her curiously before looking down to her gloved hands, “Are you missing an arm too? Did he think we could bond about it?”
Y/N almost chuckled at his words then shook her head at him with a small smile, “No, I have both arms in tact. Which now would be a good time to tell you I’m sorry about yours, must’ve been a big loss that I’m sure you’re still dealing with everyday.” She watched as Bucky looked at her almost shocked for a slight second at her words. She figured nobody must’ve told him they were sorry for what happened to his arm, or acknowledge the loss he still felt of his left arm even though it had been replaced with a vibranium arm, “I like to call myself a reader. I can sense the emotions and feelings of those around me and if I touch you, I can manipulate those feelings. For example, I can make someone feel more cooperative with a single touch. I can provide happiness. Love. There is the darker side to it though. I can also make people feel pain, feel like their drowning, feel like they’re on fire or in the deepest pit of despair.” She said, looking down at her gloved hands, “Sometimes when I touch people, I can’t help but try and make them feel better. Touching people lets me feel their emotions more personally than just sensing them. It’s an automatic response to try and help fix it but I believe that everybody has a reason for feeling how they do and they can choose need to sort through their own emotions on their own.”
Bucky swallowed hard at her words. Only one question came into his mind of her and he was halfway worried to ask it. As if she knew he was dancing around the question, she smiled over to him encouragingly and the question just sort of slipped out, “Can you make someone feel relief? Feel…. less guilty?”
Y/N bit her lip at his question, watching him for a moment before pulling off one of her red gloves and setting her hand in the middle of the table outstretched towards him, palm face up to give him the choice to touch her.
Bucky looked down at her hand, hesitating whether he should touch her or not but curiosity got the best of him. He wanted to feel some sort of relief. Sure, he had made all his amends in the notebook but that didn’t mean he felt any sort of relief, any sort of happiness or hope. He slowly took the glove off of his right flesh hand, reaching out and hovering his hand over her’s for a moment before looking into her eyes and resting his fingertips into her palm. Immediately at the touch of her skin, a slow sense of relief filled his body and he closed his eyes at the feeling. He tilted his head back slightly and his lips parted the smallest bit at the feeling he had longed to feel. It was relief and hope with no guilt anywhere in his body or mind. He wanted to stay like this forever, keep this feeling inside him even if it wasn’t truly real. He didn’t notice his hand had moved to hold her’s, gripping tightly not wanting to let go. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes to look down at their hands and quickly pulled away, “I’m sorry.. for lingering… I shouldn’t have…”
Y/N shook her head at him, pulling her hand back and putting the glove back on, “Don’t worry about it, I’m happy to help anytime you need it. I’ll help you until you don’t need me to feel relief, hope. Although, if you do come to me to for help, you do have to teach me some self defense. I pretty much know nothing and Steve says you know everything about it.”
Bucky’s lips twitched into a small smile and he nodded slowly, “Alright. You have a deal.”
Bucky stood outside the landing pad, his arms crossed as he watched the quinjet touch down. There had been a new organization that had made themselves known called the Peace Keepers. They had a mission to capture all known people with any type of superhuman abilities or those they deemed posed a threat to the rest of the ‘normal’ population. They were ruthless, kidnapping any type of enhanced human and either making an example out of them or the person was never seen again. They didn’t have very many leads so when Steve got word that a local police department in Seattle had captured one of the Peace Keepers, he immediately took Y/N and Sam with him to try and confront him. Bucky always worried when Y/N went on missions even though he had trained her well in offense and defense, she was still a human and could get hurt easily. As the quinjet bay doors opened, Bucky’s arms uncrossed at the sight. Sam and Steve were walking out shaking their heads at each other with grim looks on their faces. Bucky immediately started walking towards them at a brisk pace, his eyes scanning for any sign of Y/N. When he didn’t see her, he looked to Steve, “Where is she? What happened?” But the look in Steve’s eyes was all he needed to confirm the fear he had.
Steve sighed and shook his head slightly, a defeated look written all over his face, “It was a set up, Buck. I’m sorry, the Peace Keepers took her.”
It’s been a few months since Bucky met Y/N. He hated to admit it but he liked being around her. She could sense his emotions and knew when he just needed to sit in silence or when he needed to talk and it was comforting to know someone had some sort of understanding of what he was going through. She helped him whenever he needed whether it be someone to talk to, to sit with, or even using her ability to help him when he was feeling the worst. Y/N seemed so pure to him, like a ray of sunshine in the dark world that surrounded him. He always felt at his best when she was in his presence even if she wasn’t using her ability. He loved training with her, even if he was a little tough on her at times she never held it against him. She was a quick learner and even asked him to teach her some knife tricks after he showed her his extensive knife collection.
Tonight was a bad night for Bucky though. Every time he closed his eyes the nightmares of the Winter Soldier took over his mind. He was waking up what seemed like every ten minutes dripping in sweat and he could feel himself slowly breaking due to the lack of sleep and anxiety that riddled his body. He pulled himself out of his bed, pulling on some grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt before walking out of his room. It was early in the morning hours and he thought nobody would be up, but as if Y/N knew he needed some help, she was sitting outside where they usually sat every night waiting for him with a twelve pack of beer sitting on the table. Bucky couldn’t help but smile a little at the sight before taking a seat in the chair next to her, grabbing a beer and opening it before taking a long swig, “You waiting for me?” He asks her after putting the bottle back on the table. He had never seen so much skin exposed on her. She was wearing a tank top, no gloves, and long black pajama pants with red roses on them. He had never seen her arms before and just now he noticed she had small tattoos littering both arms, but they weren’t so much a sleeve as just randomly placed across her skin like she just closed her eyes and picked a spot.
Y/N shrugs over to him, taking a sip of her already open beer, “I figured I’d meet you out here eventually. I’m three beers in, Barnes. You got some catching up to do.”
“Bucky.” He said to her and when she looked at him sort of confused he quickly added, “Call me Bucky, that’s what I meant.”
Y/N smiles and nods, “Alright, Bucky. Does this mean I’m part of the super exclusive Bucky Barnes friend group?”
“That sounds like something Sam told you.” Bucky responds with a small smile, bringing the bottle up to his lips again for a drink.
“Oh yeah, he very much told me that.” She responded with a soft laugh, “But I am extremely honored to be accepted into the group.”
Bucky chuckles over to her, finishing the rest of his beer and setting the empty bottle on the table before grabbing another one, “One down, two to go.” He told her, cracking open the next bottle. His eyes lingered over her tattoos, wondering what they all meant to her, “I didn’t know you had tattoos.”
Y/N shrugs slightly, looking down at her own arms at the scattered ink, “Oh yeah, I mostly keep them covered up so nobody accidentally brushes my skin and gets feelings they aren’t ready to feel.”
Bucky nods, “What do they mean to you?” He asks curiously, wanting to know more about her.
Y/N looks down and points at three butterflies that were placed above her wrist, looking like they were flying up her arms, “This one reminds me that I’m free.” She moves to point to another one that was a purple iris with a date in the stem, “This is for my mom. She passed away from cancer a few years ago. She was the only one that loved me unconditionally.” She moved to one that was just the number thirteen in a fancy font, “This is my lucky number.” She looked at her other arm and pointed to a small yellow sunflower, “My favorite flower. My mom used to send me to pick wild sunflowers when my dad was home. He wasn’t a very good man.” Her eyes flickered to Bucky who was nodding each time she explained, entranced with her tattooed skin so she continued, pointing to one that looked like a human heart, “This one is to remember to wear my heart on my sleeve because I’m cheesy like that. I have a lot more but they’re all covered up right now.”
Bucky nodded, slightly smiling at the last one before noticing one she hadn’t pointed out yet. It was in the crook of her elbow where someone would put an IV but it had the red cursive words ‘fuck you’ around a large circular scar, “And that one?” He asks, pointing towards it and raising an eyebrow. All her other tattoos were cute but this one had a curse word plastered right on her skin.
Y/N looked down at it, biting her lip gently before looking up towards him and taking a sip of her beer before she spoke, “That one is for my dad. Like I said, he wasn’t a good man. He put out a cigar there, hence the scar and I decided to tattoo fuck you on it.” She said, and even though the story of her childhood wasn’t one she liked to share, she would always be honest with Bucky. Her father was a very abusive man and eventually the abuse went from only on her mother to her until she and her mom ran away to get away from him.
Bucky looked at her sadly for a moment, wondering what her childhood was like. Her father sounded evil from the bits she shared, but yet here she was all sunshine and smiles through her pain. He felt a small bit of jealousy for the way she was able to handle trauma, but mostly just sadness for her and a need to protect her from those things, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”
Y/N shrugs at him, “It’s alright. It’s a part of me that made me who I am even if it is a dark and twisted part. I like who I am now, and even if I don’t like how I got here, the best I can do is keep moving forward.” She watched him for a moment before tilting her head, “So what has you coming out here at this hour looking for me?”
Bucky swallowed dryly, bringing his beer bottle up to his lips and taking a long drink before answering her, “Nightmares have been bad tonight.” He said quietly, almost as if ashamed to seem weak as he looked down at his ungloved hands, “Every time I get to sleep I just see him. The things he did. I didn’t want to bother you so I was coming out here to find some peace.” He looked over to her, “But here you are, waiting for me.”
Y/N smiled gently over to him, reaching her hand across the table for him to touch if he’d like. As she watched him reach out his flesh hand to touch her’s, she pulled back a little, “Answer me this first, Bucky.” She said, “How are you feeling right now?”
Bucky’s brow furrowed at her words, blinking a little as he thought about it. How did he feel? Certainly better than when he first trudged out here. Talking to Y/N calmed him, just being in her presence made the anxiety and panic he felt in his body melt away. He slowly looked at her, “I feel… Better.”
“No, Bucky.” Y/N told him, shaking her head gently, “I know exactly what you feel, remember? You feel relieved. You feel hopeful. All on your own without needing my touch.” She said with a smile over towards him, watching his lips curve into a small smile at her words, “My ability may be a quick cheat to getting you what you need to feel, but what is even better is when you can feel that all by yourself without my touch.”
“I like your touch though.” Bucky blurted out before flinching at his own words.God he must’ve sounded like an idiot, “I… uhm…” He said, scanning his brain for anyway to cover that up.
Y/N chuckles and smiles at him, reaching over and taking his hand in her’s, “That’s alright. I like your touch too.” She said, “We’ve done this enough times I’ve figured out how to keep myself from messing with your emotions when I touch you. So whatever you’re feeling right now, that’s all you buddy. You’re stronger than you know.”
Bucky smiled over at her, immediately feeling something at her touch. He didn’t know what it was but he believed her when she said he wasn’t toying with his emotions at her touch. He felt warm but his stomach was also twisting. No, not twisting. He didn’t know what the feeling in his stomach was, but all he knew was that he liked it. Could this be happiness he was feeling? Happiness that wasn’t given to him by her ability, but by the way she spoke to him and touched him.
Bucky immediately lost his temper, punching his vibranium arm into a wall that easily collapsed around it and formed a large hole. Y/N had been taken. His safe place had been taken from him. He should’ve gone with them on the mission, he had tried but Steve told him they had it handled. He felt lost in guilt and anger, wondering if Y/N was one of the bodies they would find days later or if she was going to be one of the enhanced humans that were taken only to never be seen again.
“We’ll get her back,” Sam said, placing a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder which was quickly shrugged away, “I got redwing trying to track down the trucks they escaped in.”
Bucky turned to look at Sam, an angry vein popping out of his neck, “Oh, we are just going to rely on your stupid little mechanical bird then? Hope that it can figure shit out?”
“Calm down, Buck.” Steve said, folding his arms across his chest and stepping to stand between the two, “It’s not his fault, he’s trying to help.”
“No, you’re right Steve.” Bucky said, turning his angry glare to his best friend, “It’s yours. If you would’ve just let me come maybe none of this would’ve happened. I wouldn’t have let them take her. I would’ve protected her.”
Steve raised an eyebrow at Bucky at his choice of words, looking at Sam and giving him a nod as if to tell him that they needed a minute. Once Sam was out of earshot, he turned his attention back to Bucky, “We didn’t let her get taken. We were ambushed. It was a set up, Buck.” He said sternly, “What’s gotten into you?” His gaze softened a little bit at the look in Bucky’s eyes, “She has, hasn’t she?”
Bucky looked around, anywhere but meeting Steve’s gaze because he was right. He had developed feelings for Y/N and now that she was out of his grasp, taken away from him he was realizing everything he felt for her. It wasn’t just friendship. The night he talked to her when she showed him her tattoos and held his hand that feeling in his stomach was butterflies, a crush forming and he didn’t get the chance to tell her. Now he didn’t know if he would see her again, “She has, Steve…” Bucky finally softly said, “She’s like an angel that just came into my life and showed me how to process through things. Showed me what it’s like to have hope, happiness. Relief.” His flesh hand came up to run through his long hair, “And now she’s gone, taken. And we don’t know where or what is happening to her and I’ve never told her how important she is to me.”
Steve put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, trying not to smile at the fact Bucky had found someone because the circumstances wouldn’t allow it. But he was genuinely happy that Bucky was doing better and vowed to himself that he would do everything to get Y/N back for Bucky, “Y/N can read your emotions as soon as she enters the same room as you. She knows, Bucky.” He told him, squeezing his shoulder gently, “And we will get her back so you can tell her. I promise.”
“I know why you’re always eating those plums.” Y/N said, looking at Bucky who had pulled a plum out to snack on after training with her.
Bucky raised an eyebrow at her, throwing the plum up in the air before catching it, a small grin on his lips, “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
Y/N smiles, reaching out and taking the plum from him in her gloved hand and looking at it, “Plums have antioxidants to protect the brain from cell degeneration and also help with memory. I would actually be surprised if you didn’t eat them constantly.” She told him, holding the plum back to him to take.
Bucky shook his head and couldn’t help but chuckle a little at her correct answer. When he was regaining his memory, he did extensive study on foods that helped your brain and memory and plums happened to be his favorite, “You’re smart, Y/N.”
“I know.” Y/N said with a smile.
Y/N opened her eyes slowly, groaning to herself. The last thing she remembered is that she was trying to get a read on the Peace Keeper in custody before the station they were in was ambushed by many more minions of the Peace Keepers. As Sam and Steve fought them off, a man came face to face with her. They fought for a little bit before the man pressed a syringe into her neck, causing the world to fade to darkness around her. Now, as she looked around the room she was in, she noticed she was strapped to a chair with duct tape in a small cement room almost like a cell. Her attention was caught when a man entered through the steel door in front of her, tilting her head slightly. She could feel his emotions and all he exuded was dominance and power.
“Welcome, Y/N.” He said towards her, his long blonde hair was pulled back into a bun, “I’m so excited you’re here. I have such great plans for you.”
“What are you thinking about, Bucky?” Y/N asks, laying on the grass next to him as they looked up at the stars. She didn’t wear her gloves around him anymore or hide her skin which made her feel more comfortable, more herself.
Bucky’s arms were stretched behind his head, his eyes glued to the dark sky that was littered with twinkling stars, “My amends. After I came back from the blip, Steve and Sam helped me get pardoned by the government except I had to do these therapy sessions. I had a list of everybody that either used the Winter Soldier or those the Winter Soldier wronged, wanting to make amends.”
Y/N turned onto her side to look at him, studying his face, “Did you finish your list?”
Bucky tilted his head over to look at her, “I did. Feels like I didn’t though.” He told her honestly. He was always honest with Y/N. She was the only other person that was easy to talk to besides Steve.
Y/N narrowed her eyes at him as if trying to figure something out just by looking at him, “Maybe it’s because you didn’t put your own name on the list. The Winter Soldier wronged you too, Buck. Maybe it’s time to start making amends to yourself so you can truly finish your amends list. Tell yourself that you are James Bucky Barnes, not the Winter Soldier anymore, and that you would like to make amends. Maybe it’ll make you feel like it’s complete.”
Bucky stared at her in awe. How did Y/N do that? How did she saw all the right things at the right time to him like she knew what he needed to hear? He moved his right hand to reach over and grip onto her’s, intertwining their fingers with a smile before looking up at the stars, “I think you’re right.”
“Well I don’t want to brag, but I usually am.”
Redwing returned to Sam after two weeks and losing track of where the Peace Keepers and Y/N were taken which only irritated Bucky more. He wanted to go to Seattle immediately and look for her himself but just when he was arguing with Steve and Sam about it, all the monitors in the briefing room suddenly turned on and started flashing imagines of the Peace Keeper’s symbol before footage of Y/N appeared on the screen. There were people holding her and making her touch a wall over and over again, holding her up even though she looked like she was asleep and collapsing. A voice started speaking on the screens though it seemed like it had been disguised because it was so deep, “As you can see and already know, we have taken one of your team. Y/N Y/L/N. We may not have the technology or methods used to create the obedience the Winter Soldier had, but we have our own methods.” The screen changed to show Y/N being tortured in different ways, breaking down her psyche by forcing her to do things and if she refused, she was either struck or was forced into freezing cold water. They were breaking her down and turning her submissive to their will. Bucky flinched at the images, he had trained her to fight and defend herself but not how to stay strong under torture, “Breaking down the mind, spirit and soul of a being is messy, but our methods are effective. Within one week of continuous strain on her mind due to no sleep and our training, Y/N has become submissive to simple commands. By week two, she has completely bent to our will and we unlocked her abilities to make it so she doesn’t have to touch people to manipulate them. With her, we will be able to bend anybody to our will.” The images changed from Y/N being tortured to her causing them to scream in pain that they felt like they were on fire and scratch at their skin until they were ripping their own skin off, “Let this be a warning to all enhanced beings. We will find you. We will bend you to our will. We will make you our soldiers. You are dangerous and the Peace Keepers will keep you in line.” Then the screens turned off.
Bucky shook his head, “I’ve read everything on brainwashing when I got my memories back. They’re using old soviet methods as well as methods L. Ron Hubbard used.”
“The scientology guy?” Sam asks confused as to what he had to do with anything.
Bucky nodded over to him, folding his arms tightly across his chest, “They believed that if you could make someone do something as simple like only touching a wall over and over again for days without sleep, food, or water, they could break your will and psyche. Make you do anything. That’s what they did to her, making her believe her only purpose is to do what they say or there will be punishment.”
Steve ran his hand through his blonde hair slowly processing the information, “So she’s basically brainwashed. Not only can she manipulate emotions but she can make people feel pain instantly without touching them now, make them feel like they’re on fire until their bodies just give out.” He looked over to Sam and Bucky, “They’re going to find more enhanced humans to do this to, use her to make them comply with their orders.”
Bucky nodded, trying his best to get the images of Y/N being tortured out of his mind and remember her as she really is. He felt anger but going on a rampage wasn’t going to help at this point, “And where do we know of that they keep a bunch of enhanced beings?”
“The Raft prison.” Sam said with a sigh. He’d been locked up there before until Steve broke them out. It was an awful place but if Steve could break his team members out, the Peace Keepers and their followers sure as hell could with the help of Y/N/
“Tell me about yourself, Bucky. Not the things I know…” Y/N said as they walked along the grass, twirling a wildflower between her fingers, “Who you really were in the forties.”
Bucky had his hands tucked in his jean pockets as they walked, “Oh, darlin, you would’ve loved me.” He said looking over to her with a grin, “All the girls did. I was kind of a player.”
Y/N laughs a little, “A player, huh? I don’t think I could picture that. So you used to be cocky and confident then?”
“Hell yeah.” Bucky said to her, “I had ladies lining up just to dance with Sergeant James Barnes. Always had my arms over at least two women’s shoulders.”
Y/N rolls her eyes at him with a smile, “Alright, I get it. You were the ladies man of the 1940’s.” She said, glancing up at him, “So, ladies man, were you ever in love? A lucky lady waiting for the handsome Sergeant Barnes back home?”
Bucky squinted his eyes into the distance at the question before looking over at her with that crooked smile only she could bring out of him, “Nah, nobody waiting for me except my family. But I once spent all my money trying to win a girl named Dot a prize at Cooney Island. Does that count as love?” He asks before stopping in his spot and tilting his head down at her, “Wait, you think I’m handsome?”
“I don’t think spending all your money on a woman counts. I think that’s just called being a Sugar Daddy.” Y/N stopped her steps when he did, turning and looking at him with a smirk, “Oh like you didn’t already know how handsome you are Mr. Cocky and Confident Ladies Man.”
When Sam, Steve, and Bucky arrived at the Raft prison on the quinjet, they were already under attack by the Peace Keepers. The only thing they had on their side was the element of surprise. They had discussed a plan on the way. Sam and Steve would keep the Peace Keepers busy while Bucky tried to get to Y/N. They infiltrated quickly, taking down the vast amount of the Peace Keeper followers until the got to the detention level where the enhanced beings were kept. That was where Y/N and the leaders of the Peace Keepers were, unlocking cells one by one and using Y/N to cause them pain or make them complicit to be captured. Steve and Sam immediately went to fighting the leaders of the Peace Keepers, pushing them into cells and slamming them shut to seal them in.
One of the Peace Keeper leaders stood next to Y/N. He turned to her, “Take them out.” He ordered.
Y/N looked at him with what could be considered dead, emotionless eyes before looking to Sam and Steve, “Pain.” Was all she said and instantly, Sam and Steve fell to the floor screaming and writhing on the floor.
“Y/N!” Bucky said, kicking one of the Peace Keeper leaders into the cell before turning his full attention on her, “Stop, you don’t want to do this.”
Y/N tilted her head at him and his words, her facial features unchanging. She then looked towards the Peace Keeper leader as it to ask for permission and he nodded toward her. Y/N returns her eyes on Bucky, “Pain.”
Bucky winced at the sudden pain that erupted through his whole body besides his left vibranium arm. He clenched his teeth tightly, trying to resist as every point of his body felt like it was on fire and he was being stabbed in every pore at the same time, “Y/N…” He growled out, taking slow steps towards her, “C’mon doll, it’s me, Bucky.” He groaned out, managing to get closer to her even though his body wanted to give out, join Sam and Steve who were still on the floor shaking. He managed to close the distance, using his vibranium arm to land a hard punch to the Peace Keeper leader next to Y/N, knocking him back into an open cell that slammed shut.
Y/N watched Bucky stand in front of her. His skin was covered with thick beads of sweat as he tried to resist the pain she was making him feel, “Paralyze.” She muttered out, watching his body fall to the floor.
Bucky laid on the floor, he couldn’t feel any part of his flesh body. But luckily, his vibranium arm didn’t seem to be affected by Y/N’s abilities. He reached out his vibranium arm, latching onto her ankle and pulling her down on top of him so her hands touched his skin. He needed to let her feel what he did, show her the emotions he felt hoping to ground her, “Y/N, listen to me.” He whispers out to her, feeling the paralysis start to fade when she made contact with his skin, “It’s me, Bucky. Mr. Cocky and Confident Ladies Man, remember?” Feeling his right flesh hand regain feeling, he reached a hand up to touch her cheek, “You are Y/N. Not a pawn for the Peace Keepers. You are everything good and you are as free as the butterflies on tattooed on your skin.”
Y/N shook her head at him, “No. I belong to the Peace Keepers.” She said to him softly. She was about to open her mouth again to cause him pain, but when her focus broke so did the hold she had on Steve and Sam. Sam quickly came flying in and kicked her off of Bucky, slamming her back against a wall hard enough to knock her out and fall to the floor.
Bucky was at her side immediately, glaring over at Sam, “I had it, birdbrain.” He spat out before his features softened as he brushed some hair from Y/N’s unconscious face.
“Yeah. You had all of that handled perfectly, Buck.” Sam said rolling his eyes, “She was about to twist you inside out. I saved you, man.”
Steve was busy informing the back up guards of the Raft prison on what had happened, helping them secure the Peace Keepers and the rest of the enhanced humans who weren’t in their cells.
Bucky lifts Y/N up from the cold floor gently, looking down at her, “I got you, doll. Don’t worry, I’ll take you home.”
“I like this place.” Y/N said, once again sitting with Bucky outside in the darkness of the night sharing a pack of beer as she stared up at the stars.
Bucky looked over at her curiously, wondering what she liked specifically about living at the facility. Their chairs were almost touching with how close they were sitting next to each other, “What do you like about it?”
Y/N turned her head to meet his gaze, “It just feels like home. Haven’t had that feeling in a long time.” A teasing smirk appeared on her lips suddenly towards him, “Plus I get to be a part of this really exclusive group, the Bucky Barnes friend group. Maybe you’ve heard of it? I keep suggesting we get matching jackets or something but nobody seems to agree.”
Bucky let out a laugh at her comment, “God, I’m never living that down. Thanks, Sam.” He said with a roll of his eyes and another swig of his beer, “And I wasn’t apposed to the matching jacket idea. Steve was. He said it would make Sam feel left out.”
Y/N laughed and shook her head, “Couldn’t have that.” She replies, “You may be able to fool everybody else, but I know he’s secretly your other other best friend. First best friend being Steve and the other being myself, then Sam.”
“It’s like being friends with a pigeon.” Bucky snorted, “Yeah, he isn’t all bad. Just sometimes his face does this thing that makes me mad. And he has that stupid RedWing robot he treats like a pet.”
“That thing with his face? That’s emotions, Bucky.” Y/N laughed again, “Emotions are normal. You and Steve are good at hiding your feelings, able to be stoic. But Sam wears all his feelings plain as day on his face. You can’t let that offend you, it’s just him being honest. But RedWing, yeah, I don’t understand why he treats it like a pet. That’s sort of weird.”
Bucky nodded to agree, drinking the rest of his beer he held in his left hand while his right hand subconsciously found Y/N’s intertwining their fingers and giving it a light squeeze.
Bucky looked down at Y/N who laid on the medical table. She seemed a little malnourished from being held captive for two weeks so Dr. Cho had an IV in her arm providing fluids and nutrition her body badly needed. Bucky was by her side constantly while she was under the light sedation Steve had suggested since they didn’t know if she would attack them or not. It had been days since Y/N had been brought back and Bucky was there at every moment he could be, holding onto her hand as they had done many times before. He was hoping, praying that Y/N was feeling all of the emotions he was just by his touch. He cared deeply for her, emotions he hadn’t felt in a long time since before World War II. He hoped she could feel his hope, the relief of her being here with him, the happiness just touching her made him feel… And the love he had been denying he felt for her. Bucky stood from his chair when he saw Y/N’s brow furrow as if she was about to wake up, squeezing her hand gently, “Y/N.” He breathed out to her, “Doll, you with me?”
Y/N opened her eyes lazily to look up at him, sensing his worry when she just stared at him. Slowly a smile came across her lips and she felt the relief instantly flood his body, “Bucky…” She managed to draw out though the sort of slurred from the sedation, “You love me.”
Bucky shook his head and chuckles down to her, “You felt that, huh?”
Y/N nodded slowly, her eyes slowly and lazily blinking, “I feel everything.” She murmurs out, squeezing his hand gently, “I feel honored…. Does this mean you’re gonna spend all your money trying to win me a prize?”
Bucky leans down and presses a soft kiss to her forehead, “Whatever you want, darlin. I’m pretty sure I can win those prizes first try now though.” He grinned down to her, “Rest, doll. I’ll get Dr. Cho to wean you off of the sedation.”
A Week Later
Y/N was pretty much back to normal. She had a few nightmares that kept lingering due to the torture she endured and the things she was forced to do. Bucky helped her through it, knowing himself what it felt like to forced to be a pawn and go through the haunting nightmares. He made an open invitation to his bedroom towards her, allowing her to come and snuggle up next to him so she didn’t feel alone. They hadn’t discussed what was said when Y/N came out of sedation, the whole Bucky loves her thing which made him worry and panic that she didn’t feel the same way.
Y/N and Bucky sat outside in their normal spot, sharing this time a bottle of whiskey. Their hand were interlocked and they were laughing about some story about how Steve used to have to wear newspapers in his shoes prior to being all super soldier. Then it got quiet and Bucky was staring over at Y/N, examine every feature on her face. Y/N looked over and met his gaze, “What you worrying about?”
Bucky smiles slightly, of course she felt his worry. He looked down at the whiskey glass in his hand before placing it on the table in front of them. He stood up, pulling her up with him while his other hand grabbed her glass and put it next to his on the table. Bucky kept his flesh hand interlocked with her’s, bringing his vibranium one up to gently stroke the skin on her cheek with his finger tips, “I love you.” He breathed out to her.
Y/N smiles and tilts her head at him, “I know.” She told him, squeezing his hand lightly and taking a step closer. She licks her lips, narrowing her eyes at him.
Bucky tilted his head at her, suddenly feeling overwhelming feelings of warmth flooded his body. It felt like electricity was running through his bones, enough to power cities. It was pure happiness like he'd never felt before. It was so powerful, it felt like magic, "What're you doing, sweetheart?"
Y/N's eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, "I'm showing you how you make me feel, Bucky." She said softly to him, "Because I love you too."
Bucky grinned down at her at the sound of her reciprocation of love, moving his vibranium hand to the back of her neck and pulling her face towards his, connecting their lips in a deep kiss. His tongue traced her bottom lip until her lips parted, allowing his tongue access to intertwine with hers. After a few moments, he pulled away and looked down at her with nothing but happy eyes, “You’re my girl.”
Y/N smiled at him brightly, slightly breathless from the kiss between them, “And you’re my home, Bucky Barnes.”
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psychic staring effect | yan childe x reader
i wrote this when i was tired and had no idea where the story was going to go. had some trouble translating too >.<
this is sort of like a modern au but only because it involves google and a phone.
warnings: stalking, sayings like ‘someone is behind you.’
psychic staring effect: the psychic staring effect (sometimes called scopaesthesia) is a supposed phenomenon in which humans detect being stared at by extrasensory means.
how to tell if you’re being watched
“This is stupid.” The words laced with annoyance come from your mouth as you glare at the typed in words sitting in Google’s search bar. A sigh of defeat releases and you lean back against the frame of the bed.
That stupid feeling. It’s like your brain is telling you you’re stupid for even thinking such things in the first place, but at the same time is the one alerting you that such things aren't normal. Waking up with an indent on the opposite side of the bed, hearing two sets of feet tap against the pavement as you walk when it should only be one, leaving the shower and seeing hearts on the steamy mirror.
It's been awhile since you visited the Northland Bank, a trip that was only meant to help your friend ask for a loan and to give you reason to leave the house. However, the trip only cemented your commitment to staying home. After that trip, you swear you can see a figure always lurking behind you, though when the chance comes to get a glance at the mystery, the culprit reveals itself to be, well no one.
You feel like an idiot even thinking such things in first place, its obvious: nothing is there. Nothing at all. But it’s a feeling you can’t shake off. Unexplainable things are happening, finding a large bag of mora on your kitchen counter doesn’t just happen, though when searching for the culprit there is nothing but your own shadow behind you only helping to convince you that you’re slowly going insane.
It’s been like this for months. Something you can’t simply shake off.
Though, whether you should convince yourself it’s all a hallucination or that the gut feeling inside you is true, that's a decision for when the time comes. Instead, you choose to set it aside for the night in an attempt to get some much needed rest after a long day.
It’s a reoccurring dream. One that seems to end so fast yet when you wake up hours later it proves to be the contrast.
In the dream you find yourself standing in a bathroom, staring at the loading search screen on the phone below you. A feeling of panic is in your body but you’ve never found what the cause of such a feeling was. Someone is behind you, you know it. But the most you’ve ever seen of him is a single red earring. That’s the only glimpse you can ever get of the mystery man, for when you turn your head to identify the person you find the scenario ending just as fast as it started.
Your eyes open in the same place you were before: the comfort of your own bed.
A sigh comes from your mouth as you roll over, smothering a pillow over your head with a groan. “Dammit!” You yell into the pillow, quickly removing it and throwing it to the side. You lay still, staring at the ceiling above you before reaching your hand out to grasp your phone.
Curiosity always gets the best of you. And it’s evident as you quickly type away at the screen.
who are the people in our dreams
Our mind is not inventing faces – in our dreams, we see real faces of real people that we have seen during our life but may not know or remember.
You’ve lived in Liyue your whole life, never traveled out of the land and practically know everyone in Liyue Harbor like the back of your hand. But, you can’t pinpoint a red earring. You swear you’ve seen it before but no one comes to mind.
“Someone you may not know.” You mutter to yourself, perking an eyebrow at the screen.
That is the most logical explanation, but even something about that irks you. Why would someone so irrelevant like a stranger, be so present in your dreams?
You had met him a few weeks ago. He had claimed to be a toy seller from Sneznhaya, an unusual occupation for a man carrying around a bow and arrow, however you put no question towards it. A kind man he was, always doing lavish things for you, helping you with hard commissions, and letting you ramble upon him. And that's just what you were doing as you find yourself rambling onto him right now.
“Look, it just feels like someone's been watching me, even on the way here I swear I could just feel it,” You state to your friend, Tartaglia, leaning against the counter as he prepares snacks “a-and I swear someone is watching me but whenever I turn there's no one there!”
“You’re probably just imagining things, I’m sure you’re just stressed with everything going on.” He hummed, glancing up from the food he was preparing to raise an eyebrow at your current predicament.
“But that doesn’t explain hearts on the bathroom mirror! Or even a bag of mora on my counter!” You ramble in distress, resting you chin on your hand.
“Maybe your secret admirer is a ghost?” He laughs.
“Tartaglia!” You groan, glancing up with a glare.
“Ok, ok! It’s probably just left from when your niece visited. You’re fine! As for the mora, well maybe you just misplaced it?” He smiles, turning around to grab a bowl.
Your breath tightens at his words. When did Tartaglia get word you had a niece? You've known each other for only a few weeks at most. You last saw her some months ago.
He turns around at the sudden silence, his blue eyes narrowing with a playful smile as he regards your body language intently, holding his gaze for almost too long. Quickly pulling yourself together you force out a laugh.
“A-ahaha! You’re probably right, I do misplace things easily!” You laugh, trying to play it off. He stayed silent in response, simply staring at you as if he was trying to analyze something.
“Indeed.” He stated, turning around once again to continue his previous task.
“Your house is really nice, you must make a good living to get a home with a view of the shore.” You smiled, trying to ease the tension in the room. Leaning off the counter you make your way across the room towards the large window that displayed the ocean before you.
“It’s worth the view, I’d say.” He chuckled, glancing from the kitchen to your figure across the room. You smile, glancing down at the window sill decorated with small trinkets.
“You didn’t tell me you collected starconches.” You chuckled, trying to keep the conversation as if nothing happened seconds ago.
“I need to take you down to the beach sometime soon, it’s beautiful this time of season to collect shells.” Tartaglia hummed. As you analyzed the row of seashells your eyes made contact with a familiar red gem.
Your eyes widened, staring down at the earring. The earring in your dreams.
“Definitely! Hey, um I have to go to the bathroom, what direction is it?” You turned around, reaching for the phone in your pocket. He paused, turning around with a smile and staring at you, his gaze lasting a tad too long for normal and humming.
“Just around the corner!” He smiled, and you followed just that.
There's a familiar feeling to the one you've grown used to these past months. Knowing your being watched. Feeling the gaze of eyes on your figure from afar.
And as you walk away from Tartaglia you feel just that.
Your eyebrows furrow as you enter the small room, your breathing becoming more rapid by the minute, as you desperately seek answers to the question that has been weighing on your mind ever since seeing the red gem. Pulling out your phone you tap your thumbs rapidly against the screen.
can dreams predict our future
Waiting for the results load, your breathing accelerates, panic setting in. Letting your hand touch the granite on the counter, you pause. Realization hits you as you realize you have experienced this feeling in your dreams.
The panic in your dream.
Reaching for your phone with shaking hands, you pick up the device now with text present. As you scan the top result, your breath quickens as you do a double take of the words before you.
Precognitive dreams, in simple terms, are any dreams that give you information about the future you wouldn't otherwise have.
You can feel it.
You can feel the stare.
Someone’s behind you.
The weight change on your shoulder becomes evident as you feel hot breath hitting your neck. When you slowly raise your head to look in the mirror you find yourself frozen in fear.
Red hair and blue eyes stare back at you as a red gem dangles from his ear, his chin rests on your shoulder, glancing down at your phone.
“How cute, you've been dreaming of me?”
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