#Let the Farm Boi hug his Ghost Dad

[igotbloodonmyhands]

Alive / Part VI

Note: I have no idea about Soaps family in canon, so this is all what I hc it. Word count: 546

When Soap had said that his family had a farm, Ghost didn't expect this. It was a giant area in the middle of the highlands, wide paddocks, fluffy sheep and green trees. According to Soap a rocky beach was only five minutes from there. As soon as Ghosts old pick up truck pulled in the drive way, they were swarmed by Soaps mum, Molly, a small, middle aged woman with rosy cheeks and a flour covered yellow apron, who pulled her son into a tight hug. "Ma wee baby!", she exclaimed, pressing a kiss on his forehead before looking at Ghost and extending her hand. "Simon, ah take it?", her smile was big and genuine, apparently not minding the black surgical mask. "Yes, ma'am", he shook her hand, not able to resist a small smile himself. She shushed them inside, and Ghost felt a bit misplaced in the comfy kitchen, where a middled aged man, a woman and a man, each with a toddler in their arms sat on bar stools at the aisle. They were all so... lively. Big smiles on their faces, seemingly unbothered by the 6'2, completely dressed in black and rather intimidating figure in their house. "S'nice to finally meet ya, lad", Soaps dad, Callum, said, firmly shaking his hand. "Y' too". He glanced over to the other man and woman, judging from the likeliness, the woman was Soaps sister, Isla, the man then must be her husband Alec. They both smiled at him. Isla pointed to the little girl in her arms, introducing her as Ailsa, the boy in her husbands grasp as Archie. The urge to hold them suddenly overcame Ghost, scaring him a little. He hadn't felt that since Tommy was the same age as them. The interaction was awkward in itself, but strangely not unpleasant. Ghost knew none of them , yet they seemed to accept him without question or complaint. Didn't ask questions about the mask or his work, just simple small talk, which didn't feel pressured or forced. It seemed like the warmth he knew from Soap ran in the family. "I got yer room ready", Molly interrupted his thoughts, Soap loudly joking with his niece and nephew in the background. "Since Isla and Alec are here too, you'll have to share a room with John", she winked. "Shouldn't be a problem, I hope?" Ghost looked at her for a moment longer than necessary. "Er, no, that won't be a problem, thank you", he hurried to say. Molly grinned. "John! Show Simon around, won't ya? I have to get dinner ready", she patted Ghosts shoulder before getting to work on the cooking aisle. "Yes, ma'am", Soap picked up his bag, wincing slightly, his shoulder still sore. "Give me that", Ghost mumbled and quickly pulled the bag up, letting Soap lead the way up the stairs to a room on the western side of the cottage. It was a small room, but cozy. Old wooden floor, floral wallpaper on the walls, a big window with a small balcony and plants all over the room. And one king sized bed. Ghost didn't know whether he should be happy or nervous. (Molly ships them. She could've put an extra mattress in the room, but then again, she loves weddings)

This is how I imagine their farm to look like. Sorry if I accidentally posted you house

#call of duty #ghoap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost x soap #soapghost #angst #slow burn

[ghostspiritnovel]

GhostSpirit: Chapter 4

“Now?” Evan is still in shock.

“Yea, your dad said he would bring your stuff inside, we can help you put together your room and such.” Jax reassures his friend.

“Ok, one moment,” Evan goes to his dad. “Thank you, I love you, I miss you, tell mom I love her,-”

“You can call us anytime, you know our schedules, you have your friends here, you can take care of yourself.” Lucas hugs his boy. “Go have fun. Send pictures of your room. Don't make it a mess within hours of putting things away please.”

Evan laughs, nods, and goes back to his friends.

“Sorry,”

“You should have seen Lu, he was crying-” chuckles Jax.

“Shshshshshshs…. I just love my fam. That's all.” Lu hisses

“There is nothing wrong with that, lets go!” Jax says as he leads the way.

The wind is a cool breeze, the smell of sea water hits Evan in the face, mmm. Salt. He thinks to himself before asking “is there a beach?”

Lu nods “a beach and a forest and a whole farm like this place has everything!”

“Yea,” Jax chips in with “this used to be a huge field, still is mostly that, but some powerful being or whatever supposedly made the beach and the world gained a sea? I'm not going to ask the old gods. Also planted the mega forest.”

Evan nods, he finds this interesting but a little confusing.

“Heellooo,” a voice calls.

The boys go over, a sweet smell fills the air. Basking in the sun is a humanoid snake. White with yellow and orange pattern.

“Hey, I know you, I know you, whosssssss thisssss?” The snake asks.

“This is Evan, he's Cynthia s son, he's chill.” Jax puts an arm around Evan.

The snake man holds out a scaly hand. “Nice to meet you, if you need sssssomething feel free to ssstop by to chat. I'm Keath”

Keath and Evan shake hands. Evan had been worried about the texture but this new friend was surprisingly smooth and cool. He smiles.

“Oh Crap! I told Celine we could meet her soon! Thanks Keath, talk to you later! To the witch's house my boys!” Lu waves as he walks away. Evan and Jax say bye and follow.

“So you said witch? I thought they disappeared?” Evan questions as they walk at a more quicker speed.

“You don't see them often, they are still around just not as out and open ya know?” Jax replied.

They reach a house on a hill where the forest sands behind it. Its old and dark.

Lu knocks on the door.

“Yes yes I'm here I'm- oh hi boys!” The girl is about their age, dark hair with a red colored strand on the right and a blue colored strand on the left. Her hair is in a ponytail. She adjusts her eyepatch. “So you're Evan, nice to meet ya, I'm Celine.” She offers her hand.

Evan takes the offer and shakes it.

Celine stumbles back in shock, “whoa!”

“D-did I do something wrong?” Evan stutters.

Celine looks at had and Lu. “Does he know?”

Lu and Jax shake their heads.

“Know what!?” Evan hates being in the dark about things especially if he is involved.

“Come in ,come in, you are going to want to sit down, and you must be hungry. I made cookies.” She waves her hand and enters the house. The boys follow with Evan being insanely confused.

They reach a large room with a large round table with a crystal ball on it. Next to it are tarot decks.

“Sit my friends, I'll be right back.” Celine snaps her fingers as four seats appear around the table. She exits.

The boys sit. Jax seems incredibly excited. “You're going to love this!” he says.

Am I? Thinks Evan.

Celine returns to the room with a plate of cookies with little chocolate stars on them. She places the plate on the table and sits.

“Ok,” she breathes. “Evan Ghost. You have major power within you. Your mother was a part of a group of warriors called the Chaos Keepers. She, along with Lu's mother and Jax father, closed the rift to the Negative. Do you know about the Negative?”

Evan shakes his head.

“The Negative is an alternate dimension made of pure negativity. There is an evil queen who rules and every handful of years attempts to break out and come to our world.”

Evan can't believe what he is hearing. What, no, that cant be. Why would mom hide this from me?

Celine starts again. “The rift is opening again. There was a reason you came here. You three are destined to save us from negativity.”

#ghostspirit #ghostspirit:novel #web novel #fantasy novel #novel #tapas webnovel #wattpad #chapter 4

[feral-fantic]

Bringing Back The Wizard AU Part 2

Ozpin’s response is flat and whispered. He barely looks at Oscar, eyes focused on the flickering candle. They sit in silence for a while, neither saying a word until

Why are you here?

Hm?

Why are you here, Oscar?

For you.

Disbelief flickers in the wizard’s eyes before growing icy.

They sent you to bring me back?

No. They don’t know I’m here. Wanted to apologize.

What for? I’m the one who hid things. Who lied and-

I’m sorry for hurting you.

Ozpin freezes as the flame grows a bit brighter.

What?

I’m sorry.

Oscar, you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t hurt me. I-

He is cut off by Oscar’s hug.

I missed you, Oz

...I missed you too, Oscar

#professor ozpin #oscar pine #Bringing Back The Wizard AU #rwby v6 #AU #Let the Farm Boi hug his Ghost Dad #part 2

[boldlyvoid]

Cowboy Like Me | It could be love

Summary: Aaron Hotchner ends up in Georgia when he goes into witness protection with his son. Staying in the guest house behind a bed and breakfast in a town no one has ever heard of, run by the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

Warnings for this chapter: Jack POV then Haley's ghost POV, short interlude chapter before the Climax of the story happens <3

word count: 1.6k

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Once Scott gave Jeremy that talking to, he’s been a lot nicer to Jack at school. Or Mack, as everyone called him.

His full name is Mackenzie Colt on the attendance sheet, Miss Bowery called out his fake name, marking him as present before calling out the rest of the 13 names on the list. It was such a small schoolhouse, their grade had the most students, it was boring as all hell but he preferred it over the stuffed feeling of 30 kids in a DC classroom fighting for the attention of one teacher.

Next year he’d get to start high school, going 2 towns over to a school with over 700 kids and maybe, just maybe, he’d find some real friends for a change.

Jeremy was a nice person when he dropped the asshole, cool guy act. He took Jack into his group, the teasing stopped, and Jeremy started telling people that they were cousins technically and that made him cooler somehow. It was so insane to him that this was his life now, he went from having a best friend and cousin in Henry to having a somewhat cousin trying to be his possible friend in Jeremy.

Here, the boys only wanted to talk about their farms, the things they were hunting on the weekends and the upcoming lumberjack games. Jack missed going to the comic book store at 9 in the morning on a Saturday to get the first copy of a new comic with Henry. He missed walking down the busy street at 6pm with Jess to go get a tub of ice cream to eat while his dad was away on a case. He missed the mundane nothingness of his old life, where he wasn’t scared some creep was going to kidnap him and he could do things he actually liked.

He knew this feeling wouldn’t last forever, growing up unsure of what every day would look like prepared him for this. He grew up a lot faster than the rest of his classmates, losing his mom in such a horrible way and then being forced back on the run at 12, trying to keep himself safe and happy completely alone it seemed for all those years before he met Y/N.

She’s the first person who’s felt like a mom to him since his actual mother died. Jess tried, but she was always going to be the cool aunt. Penelope was too smothering, Emily hated kids no matter how much she tried to pretend she was interested in him, and JJ had her own kids, Jack just felt like an obligation to her. It was hard to find support in them, they loved him like a family he was born into… cause they had to. That’s how families worked, he thought.

And then he met Y/N, she didn’t have to take him in. She could’ve just let them live in the back house and go about her own life without a care in the world, but instead, she made Jack and Aaron a part of her family and she’ll never know how much that means to him.

For years he wished he had a real mom again, someone to tuck him in and kiss his forehead after reading a book to him. Someone to wake him up gently the next morning and carry him downstairs for breakfast, helping him get ready for the day and then spending it together. He missed the ability to be taken care of by someone who didn’t see it as a chore or an obligation... like a best friend was raising him. He missed his mommy more than he could ever explain.

He got off the bus that day to find Y/N standing at the end of the driveway, arms wide and waiting for a hug as he ran off. He took his headphones off, running into his arms, she holds him so tight. "hi mama," he mumbles into her shirt.

“Missed you,” she whispers as she kisses the top of his head. “How was school today?”

He shrugs as he pulls back, “same as usual.”

“How’s Miss Bowery?” She asks, knowing her from when they were kids as well.

“She’s good, we did well on our math test this week so she let us watch a movie during the last hour,” he manages to smile.

“What did you watch?” She inquires, always wanting to know about his day during their walk back to the house.

“We started Osmosis Jones,” he has a press-lipped smile, “it was kinda gross in the beginning but the cartoon part is really good.”

“I think I saw it, it came out before you were even born,” she tries to think back to it. It was one of the only movies playing at the Ivy Ridge theatre a few towns over when she was in her 20’s.

“What are we having for dinner tonight?” He changes the topic abruptly, rubbing his tummy as he looks up at her.

“I’m not sure,” she shrugs. “We’ve been so busy with the farmers market prep… but I can make you anything on the menu for dinner tonight, bud.”

“Would I be able to have a snack now?” He asks nicely.

“Sure can,” she pats his back.

It was as simple as that really, she was his mom and he was happier with her in his life, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss Haley. Ever since he got that candle from Y/N, he’s been feeling closer than ever to accepting the fact his mom passed on, but she’ll forever be his guardian angel. Sometimes he felt like she was with them, in a way he could never explain, but he felt it in his heart.

—

And Haley was actually there, sat collecting dust with the other ghosts that inhabited Evermory.

She always wondered what the afterlife was like if she would be a ghost or an angel or something in between. When she died, when she felt the last breath leave her lungs, her only thought was ‘I need to protect my baby.’ So thats where her soul stayed connected, something she only learned when she got here.

Este died a few years after Haley, but even with less time under her belt, she understood more about being dead than anyone else she’s crossed paths with.

The day jack and Aaron moved to Evermory, Haley showed up on the farm, wandering around aimlessly in the dark for some answers. There was a little boy and his father out resting by the tree. A woman sweeping in the kitchen, singing to herself, and a lone woman in the cafe, in the chair by the window, wishing she could leave.

Haley took a seat beside her, “excuse me…”

“Hello,” she smiles, “you look like a friend I once had…”

“My name's Haley… my ex-husband and my son are living here, I guess I came with them?” She didn’t understand how it all worked.

“I’m Este, I’ve been here for a while… I was murdered—

“Me too,” Haley interjects. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she reaches out her hand, holding Haley’s, her eyes go wide.

“I can feel you…”

Este smiles at her, “Yeah, cause we’re both dead, we’re made of the same matter. I just don’t understand how you’re here if you never died here?”

She shrugs, “I go where Jack and Aaron go.”

“Who?”

“Daren and Mack, they’re in witness protection,” she explains, knowing that the secret couldn’t reach the land of the living even if they spoke them there.

“Oh,” she starts to think back. “That makes a lot of sense, Ed’s always housing people for a year or so at a time and then we never see them again.”

She sits back with a sigh, “Aaron works with the FBI, when I died some idiot felt threatened by him and Aaron didn’t take the deal he offered, and so he threatened to kill our family…”

“I confronted my husband Robert about cheating on me with someone he worked with, and he killed me,” she gets it. “how’d you go out?”

“Shot and stabbed,” she says it like it’s nothing, trading stories about scars that never got to heal.

“Strangled,” Este shrugs. “well… it’s nice to have you here for the time being. I’m the only one that stays right here, I can’t leave.”

“Have you tried?”

She nods, “I made a promise, my soul is stuck here.”

That promise was to watch over Jack. Which she’s been doing extra hard lately. Ensuring his safety on the farm, making sure the kids at school learn Karma is a bitch for messing with her son and always keeping an extra eye out for the creep who wants to kill him this time.

It was annoying knowing that Aaron was always in danger. Incredibly angered by the fact that even after she died because of him, he still went back to work, he still made dumb decisions and their son was still at risk because of him. Sure, she fell out of love with him a long time ago, and there was something about ghosts getting angrier the longer they stayed between worlds, but she was the most pissed that she was never enough for him.

Y/N was.

Within 2 months of knowing her, Aaron was ready to quit his job and retire on the farm for the rest of time, and Haley was just supposed to sit back and watch it happen. It was heartbreaking, it didn’t matter that he was her ex-husband, what matters is that she was never enough.

She did everything right, and still, he couldn’t stop until he met her… the same woman who’s taken in her son, the one who passed on real hugs and gentile reminders that he’s loved while Haley can't do that. She’s changed both Aaron and Jack’s lives and while she’s mad it wasn’t her to do it, she’s happy they’re being taken care of.

At the end of the day, her boys are happy and healthy and thats all she could ever ask for.

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CAN I PLEASW GET MORE BOOZOO HEADCANONS / IMAGINES.. I MADE A TUMBLR TO ASK THIS 🙏🙏

THATS- THAT'S SOME DEDICATION RIGHT THERE. OF COURSE I WILL GIVE YOU MORE BOOZOO HEADCANONS, I LOVE HIM /gen /pos

I don't know specifically what you were asking for, so I'll just jot down my favorite headcanons I have for the versions of him ^^

Bunny Farm Boozoo;; Basic Hc

Boozoo is incredibly soft. Not personality wise, but he's soft hugs and cuddles wise

His personality is usually bubbly but he's not an "UwU Soft Boi" if you get what I mean

He just loves seeing everyone smile

One time a kid was crying because they couldn't get a toy so he and Banny gave him one in hopes no one would notice

Everyone noticed

They just didn't mind it because it made the kid stop sobbing

He is a very respectful fellow

The first time he misgendered someone he started crying

He felt so bad he literally gave them a free burger

He has a good family (I like to imagine)

His dad is the brother of Scrooge Boozoo (Scroozoo-?) so Scroozoo is his uncle

(I mostly headcanon that because I don't think Boozoos Ghosts was correlated with real lore so I figured if Scroozoo was in a special, he probably exists somewhere)

Both of his parents are alive and well :>

He loves puns

He will tell you a pun

He's a bit forgetful and he feels bad when he forgets important things (such as the festival-)

He cares a lot about making people happy so the forgetfulness makes him feel bad most of the time

(he will forget your name until he knows you for about a week)

Showstoppers Boozoo;; Basic Hc

He's a very respectful fellow

(Not that Bunny Farm Boozoo isn't, but Showstopper Boozoo is more professional about everything)

No overalls outfit :'(

He does magic more than he does anything else

He does like to tell jokes though

Has never misgendered anyone

Uses "They/Them" if he doesn't know your identity (because he thinks it's more polite than assuming)

He loves to give hugs

He will hug you the second you say "can I have a hu-" you'll be in his arms before you even finish

He loves all of his audience

He doesn't really have a family???

He was always at Bon's Burgers so he doesn't really know his orgins

(Scroozoo isn't his uncle in this regard)

He counts Banny as a sister though

Boozoos Ghosts Boozoo;; Basic Hc

Nasty

Nasty Rich Man

(I love him but he's very mean)

I don't think his parents were as great as Bunny Farm Boozoo's were

They were probably rich and that's where Scroozoo inherited the money from

His parents were neglectful and only showed "love" through gifts, which meant he didn't really know how actual love felt

He is only greedy because that's how his parents let him grow up, and they never taught him consequence

Which is why he actually got upset and felt bad when he realized how horrible of a person he actually was

(I like to imagine that if he lived, he would've been like Scrooge. Giving to the poor and helping out Banny, since he knows what they're going through now)

(Old habits would die hard though and he'd probably occasionally go back to "money money money" but then he'll snap back)

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[thefifthsister]

Fictober #8: Pumpkin Fest ‘21

Post Series

She’d heard about their tradition long before she’d joined them for it. In fact, she’d been invited to pumpkin carve with Alexis and Castle before she’d even been dating him.

And now, here she sat watching him line up all the pumpkins they’d gone to pick up at a farm upstate this morning.

She’d baked cookies with Lily and Alexis this afternoon and they were laid out on plates, bowls out ready to collect the guts they scooped from the pumpkins for Castle to make his famous (in his opinion) Halloween soup. The fact that there were so many Castles now meant they’d be well stocked in soup. Or maybe they could make a pumpkin pie or something different. She’d have to ask him later.

The table was covered with pumpkins, pens, tools for carving and the kids were running around in excitement, decked out in matching skeleton onesies. 

Reece and Jake had no idea what was happening but they were copying Lily’s enthusiasm or just revelling in the freedom to play in their new outfits and make a mess.

“I call to order the annual Castle Pumpkin Fest,” Castle announced.

They strapped Reece and Jake into their high chairs, gave them mini pumpkins each and a spoon to bash them with and laughed as the two got thoroughly carried away with it.

“Daddy, can you help me the eyes?” Lily asked as she picked the pumpkin she wanted to use. Alexis grabbed one for herself and sat at the table next to her sister.

She watched Lily and Castle, heads bent together as Lily instructed her father on what she wanted.

Kate looked at her options and pulled a pumpkin in front of her.

“Gots to be scary Mommy,” Lily told her.

“What do you suggest then?” Kate asked her.

“Scare Daddy,” Lily giggled, looking up at her Dad with big brown eyes when he protested and melted him with a hug.

“There’s your face,” Castle told her. “We need to carve out the insides.”

“I do,” she insisted. 

“Help me do mine and I’ll help you do yours,” Alexis suggested.

The family set to work emptying the contents of their pumpkins, Kate and Castle eventually letting the boys get a handful and watching with laughter as the two enjoyed the gooey feel and squealed before turning their attention back to attempting to destroy the pumpkins in front of them.

Castle supervised Lily carving, helping out where he could and Kate and Alexis exchanged tips with each other as they worked on theirs.

Cookies were eaten. Juice boxes, in Lily and even Alexis’ case, and a small glass of wine for Kate, were enjoyed as the competition started to fly. Mostly between Castle and Beckett.

Her husband started to get cocky about what he was designing and wasn’t letting anyone see it.

“And see, this is why I like to scare Daddy,” Kate told her daughter.

“Daddy, what if mines better?” Lily asked.

“That’s my girl,” Kate smiled.

Lily and Alexis had taken traditional routes, carving faces into their pumpkins and Lily was particularly proud of hers.

Kate unveiled hers and Lily burst into laughter, applauding. “Daddy are you scareded?”

Kate had caved a ghost into hers and grinned at her husband when he huffed. She’d jumped out at him again when they started decorating the Loft.

“You are mean, Mrs Castle,” he teased. “I tip my hat though.”

Kate crossed her arms. “Okay, let’s see it then.”

Castle turned his pumpkin and gestured dramatically. On the front of it was a castle surrounded by monsters.

“Woah,” Kate uttered before she meant to. “Okay, I concede. That is pretty cool.”

Castle grinned, ever the gracious winner. 

Prompt: carving pumpkins with each other

#castle fanfic #my fanfic #castle halloween bash 2021 #kate beckett #richard castle #alexis castle #lily castle

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: your father Tony hearing that Steve is debuting on returning back too the past for Peggy even those he’s engaged too you.. and it’s a week before the wedding.

“Your going too wait a week before my sweet baby girls wedding too break heart!” Tony snapped going towards his co-worker he’s friend. Steve Rogers. He’s held back as Steve takes it. He lets Tony Rant. There was nothing he could say too make this better. He was Leaving his love for another and No. amount of apologies will make this better. He was breaking his friends trust, a trust he honoured and protected when he first Asked Tony too have permission too ask you out. The trust too protect and love you forever. which he will. Just not in this time. Tony was furious Right now you were at the dress shop with your Step mom Piper, Nat, and Wanda trying on your dressing the final fitting before the wedding.

Steve hasn’t told you yet, he thought telling Tony first was a good idea. Bucky and Sam were in the corner Stunned hearing Steve’s plan. Bucky couldn’t believe Steve was giving you up. The first girl too ever make him Smile so widely that it made Steves cheeks hurt. the Same girl who listened too oldies music and was a Doll. She was the perfect women. And Bucky always stated how Lucky Steve was too have you. A shy, brilliant Strong, brave girl who didn’t take crap from nobody and took the time too Show both him and Steve the new world. Teaching them about the future. You are the bridge too the past and the future. Your love for vintage things , movies, books, music. Was what connected you too Steve and your loyalty too your family and your friends made Steve think he could finally have everything he ever wanted. But the trip back too the past. When he saw a glimpse of Peggy in her office.. and Steve was back too Peggy.

Tony was cursing loudly as Bucky walked over and Pouched his best friend, eh’s brother Straight in the face.which made the entire room quite. Steve let Buck hit him over and over until Sam and Hulk aka Bruce dragged Bucky of him as he cursed out that he never deserved y/n in the first place and that he will regret doing this too her. Before being pulled away too cool off.

Steve telling you about this decision later that evening went as well as you would expect a heart break too go. Steve left and you were in your wedding dress pissed ass drunk. One realizing he was serious. When everyone found you. Tony was beyond furious while Wanda was stunned. You looked up at Bucky and your heart Sank lower.

this betrayal was painful but Not as painful as Steve abandoning Bucky too be alone. he’s brother? Hes’ best friend since he was a boy. Leaving Bucky alone? You shot up hugging Bucky tightly crying saying you were so sorry that he didn’t deserve this . Bucky held onto you tightly as he cried into your shoulder.

the next day still drunk now full of anger at Steve betrayal you got too the time mechine and were inches from going back in time till Bucky stopped you as you screamed that someone had too give Steve a piece if their mind. He slipped. Away while everyone was focused on your heartbreak. But you were more furious about the heart Steve also left behind.

Your anger lead too Bucky making sure you were alright. And eventually over time that anger was gone and you were healed from Steve’s betrayal and you were fighting your urges for Bucky. Who originally fought against his own emotion and attraction for you . Since you were Steve’s girl but then Sam reminded him that you weren’t. You weren’t Steves girl- he’s girl was Peggy you were Single. And Bucky soon put a stop too that.

a year later

No one was more shocked about the outcome then Bucky. Finding Peace finally after all this time, finding a reason too better himself too be a better man. Too put his past behind him too be with you. It still surprised him a few morning when he wakes up too see you stretched out beside him snoring or your arms holding him tightly as you spoon him. He never thought he would enjoy being the little Spoon but he loved it with you. Majority of the time it’s him being the big spoon but sometimes it’s you holding him tightly.

this morning was No different. He woke up from the start of a nightmare too feel your cold hand on his bare chest. He opened his eyes fast feeling your hand too see your Engagement Ring it was Small and Simple. He hated it was so small when he went Ring shopping but you cried at how perfect it was. Your nails stretched his chest as he relaxed pulling the blankets up too re cover you as he held your hand as you muttered. “Bucky.”

he looked over seeing you were still smile as you smiled into your pillow. At First he thought this would never work out, Not with you No matter how badly he wanted this. He was worried about your past with Steve. He was the better man all the way around. But the first night when he slept over he heard you talking in your sleep and it was all about him and he was convinced he was safe from a heartbreak.

in the morning you got. Up looking over seeing Bucky was awake as you spoke, “morning sleepy head.” He chuckled as he spoke, “your the one who slept in.” Chuckling shaking your head, “no- see that would mean I am late. And I canceled everything this morning.”

“why?’

‘Piper wants too start wedding dress shopping.”

“you have a dress.”

looking at Bucky you laughed softly , “Yea- that’s my dress too Steve- i can’t re use it.”

“you never used it- he never saw it right.”

You nodded your head as you sat up sliding up onto his lap as he smiled looking at you. “Babe- I’m not using that dress- it’s a completely different Venue- plus I’m donating that dress.it’s in the donation box. Out in the living room.” He breathed deeply leaning his head against the headboard.

your wedding too Steve was going too be a big event. Your Wedding too Bucky was going too be just the avengers. A pot luck sort of wedding. You had billions of dollars but you just wanted close family and friends. You and Bucky decided too move out of the city too a farm house. Too have. Air and breath and too start your future. Your Dad loved the idea. Since he, Piper and your sister Morgan were at a lake house now. You were going too live close. (Not too close) but the reception was at your new house and your honeymoon was going too the mountains a normal. Originary life.

“you sure?”

you smiled brightly hearing him asking as you wrapped your arms around Buckys neck reaching over. Kissing him.

“Babe. I love you. I want the small wedding and just our close friends. And i want too have you with me forever. I don’t want the big wedding I just want you. I would go down too the city hall and marry you today if you would let me.” He chuckled softly stealing another kiss. The kisses were gettting heated until the door rang. It broke you both up as you both cursed as Bucky suggested too ignore it but you spoke, “it could be Piper- she could be early. You get Piper i’ll find my pants..”

He groaned softly but you got off him searching the floor finding your PJ pants. Bucky walked out heading too the front door as he got too the front door he opened it saying hey piper too be stunned too see Steve.

who was also stunned seeing Bucky shirtless at 7 am. At your apartment. Steve stared at Bucky as he tensed up, “what you doing here?”

Steve was young he barely aged as Bucky spoke, ‘I- Y/N.. It’s Not Piper...”

he called out stunned as Steve stepped into the appartment as you called out, “Do i still need too find my pants?”

they both caught sight of your PJ pants were on the floor leading towards your bedroom as Buck spoke, “Get dressed...”

Steve looked around spotting the donation box and seeing that all the memorabilia between him and y/n were gone. Replaced or simply empty spots. ‘What is going on here?”

Steve asked as Bucky spoke, ‘what you doing back? What about Peggy?”

Steve’s mouth shut at the mention of Peggy as You walked out wearing jeans shorts and one of bucky’s shirt as you rubbed your neck. “God, I’m exhusted i need coffee..- Steve.”

Spotting Steve you stopped in your tracks As he looked at you stunned wearing Bucky’s shirt as he spoke, ‘what is this?”

“what is this? Aren’r you suppose too be in the past? With Peggy?”

Steve didn’t answer as he spoke, “your sleeping with my best friend.”

“hey just- lets take. A breather.” Bucky stated as you stepped closer too the two super soilders, “yea, I am , I’m also living with him and marrying him.”

Bucky sighed hearing you say that, Steve looked at Bucky as he spoke, “what is this? I thought we were friends.”

Bucky turned too Steve as he spoke, “we didn’t plan for this too happen- we -we we got closer after you left.. it just happened.” You stepped over too Bucky staring at your former love shaking your head,

“we don’t have too explain ourselves! We fell madly in love! You abandoned Us! What aren’t we allowed too be happy?”

Steve looked at you for that as you snapped, ‘you expect me too sit here in a corner and be comatose for the rest of my life since the great Steve Rogers left me for Peggy Carter a women who moved on! In our time line! Who is probably a nice women. But how dare you coming into our Home and expect me too be miscible because you dumped me! I moved on! You moved on from me! What’s the big deal?’

“You moved on too my best friend!” Steve snapped as you stepped over as Bucky grabbed you as you snapped, “your abandoning me near the wedding was Awful but what you did too Bucky! I tried too go back in time too beat the Snot outta you!”

Steve was stunned as you snapped, “i was close! Two seconds more i would of zapped into the past and beat you up for abandoning Bucky!”

everyone was quite as you spat out, “what you doing here?”

“I made a huge mistake.. I- I shouldn’t of left you.. i- i was chasing a ghost.. and I’m sorry.’

You eased up in Buckys arm stunned hearing that as you held Buckys. Arm as you stared at the two.

“Steve..” he looked up at you hopeful as you spoke, “I love Bucky- your love was easy. I treasure it. But I cant live without Bucky.. I can’t leave him. I need him.. he needs me.. you- you never needed me..”

“maybe we should go for a walk and talk this out?” Bucky suggested as Steve looked at you two. His best friend and his best girl as he shook his head, “No- excuse me”

#fandom imagine #imagine #fandom #marvel imagine #bucky barns #Bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes imagine #winter soilder imagine #winter soilder #tony stark #tony stark imagine #steve rodgers imagine #steve rodgers #steve rodgers x you

[wherearemyglassesbro]

How did each character get their vision in your Genshin Impact AU?

YEAHHH BABEY LETS GOOOO!!!

Some key terms so everyone can be included even if they haven’t played Genshin!

Visions: “The one thing that is known for certain is that Visions are conduits for their associated elements. However, the means by which Visions allow their wielders to harness elemental energy, and what is exchanged for this power, is a mystery.... When a god has deemed a person worthy of a Vision, there are two ways they can receive it: A new Vision appears before them in the blink of an eye, or an old Vision from a now-deceased person can be reawakened by resonating with someone else. It is also suggested that an active Vision can be abandoned and taken up by another person, but how exactly that works is unknown.” -the Genshin Wiki

Mondstadt: modeled after Germany

Liyue: modeled after China

Knights of favonious: an organization of knights within Mondstat, they act as peacekeepers! Helpful people!!

Hilichurls and Ruin Guards: common enemies found in the wild

Abyss Order: an organization of evil, fuzzy mages

The Fatui: all you really need to know about them is that they’re also an evil organization but...humans not monsters

Cryo: ice, Anemo: air(I realize I forgot this in the last post oops!), Geo: rock, Pyro: fire, Electro: lightning, Hydro: water, Dendro: nature

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Arthur(Dendro): Arthur never thought he’d get a vision. His oldest brother, Alastair, got a Pyro vison when he was 10. And his youngest brother Peter got an Anemo vision when he was 7. Arthur waited and waited and was totally convinced that he’d be visionless. But that’s fine! Plenty of people don’t have visions. His own parents and uncles didn’t even have visions! When Arthur left home at 17 to go to Mondstat to study, his travels were extremely lonely. He had to walk the whole way there, living with just the clothes on his back and a rickity tent to sleep in. He lost motivation about halfway through his trip, breaking down crying beside a big, mossy rock. The Dendro Archon pitied him and slipped a vision into his hand while he rubbed his face. The moss from the rock settled around his shoulders to hug him...And he was just...overcome with joyful sobs. The fact that the Dendro Archon had so much faith in him??? Wow...That’s what kept him going all the way to Mondstat, trudging up the stone steps to collapse on the smooth stairs of the Knights of Favonious’s Headquarters. He’s worked for them since then, receiving tutoring and now working full time as a translator :) since he received his vision, he’s grown leaves out of his head and his freckles turned green. He was born with snake eyes :)

Alfred(Pyro): Alfred and Matthew got their visions the same day. The two were allowed to go adventuring by their parents. They could go anywhere they want as long as they got home bedore dinner time! Alfred, the more energetic of the two, would always run ahead and drag Matt around to new, interesting outside their city. They often went to play on nearby ancient ruins, digging up old artifacts and playing with broken swords they found in the dirt. But one day, they stumbled upon a ruin guard. The machine sat, covered in vines. They assumed it was no longer in service and Matt climbed on top of it to try to pry the head open but uhhh it came to life and literally tried to kill them. It threw the twins hard against a wall and it crumbled, falling on top of them. The gods saw what happened and froze time for a few seconds to place visions into their hands. Alfred woke up very scared but this new power...was reassuring. He realized the gods were on their side! That was the best day of his life. He still goes on adventures! That day inspired him to keep going and to help others :)

Matthew(Anemo): Matthew received his vision at the same time as Alfred. The two were in a great deal of danger and the gods really did take pity upon them. But the Pyro Archon did not think that Matthew would be a good candidate for a Pyro vision. So the Anemo Archon stepped in and bestowed an Anemo vision upon the older twin. Matt was quite literally blown away by his own newfound ability to wield the wind. Together, the twins were able to create a fire tornado which blew the ruin guard off its feet, giving them enough time to sprint away. The slow, rusty beast unable to follow. That day was pretty traumatic for Matt because....he almost died....But hes grown so much since then. The twins were only 12 when they got their visions. He still has no desire for hand to hand combat, that’s why he practices alchemy :)

Francis(Hydro): I find every excuse to bring Jeanne into my AUs just to give Francis some spicy trauma (that’s a joke please don’t come at me). Francis was visionless but Jeanne was gifted her Vision from the Hydro Archon when she was 10. Jeanne was noble, loyal, helpful and kind. The Hydro Archon thought she was worthy of their power! Jeanne got very sick when she was 12 and her condition worsened until she peacefully passed when she was 15. Francis was ruined by her death. Her parents have him her vison. It died with her but carrying it with him and hearing the little bell on the end jingle was comforting. The following year, on the anniversary of her death, he sat under the moonlight singing her favorite song. The Hydro Archon’s heart broke for him and as he sang, they deactivated the vision. Francis cradled it in his hands and cried, his tears dripping down his face to collect in a small floating pool over the ground. In her honor, he learned to artfully wield water, having it swirl around him and his crew while they performed. Even though he knows the Hydro Archon brought it back for him, he likes to believe that Jeanne is providing him with strength and support from beyond :’)

Ivan(Cryo): Ivan has been a nomad almost his entire life. He travels all around to study hilichurls and their way of life. He’s lived with tribes of hilichurls, learned to write and speak their language, learned their style of finger paintings and carvings, cooked with them...Hes participated in almost all aspects of hilichurl life and in return, he provides them with plenty of boar meat and protection. He lived with a tribe in Dragonspine, the coldest area in all of Mondstat, and despite frostbite nipping at his fingers, he’d still go out of his way to hunt for the tribe. While hunting, he saw a saw a dull blue blinking under the snow. He stuck his hand down there and found a woman who had frozen to death. Her ghost greeted him and assured him that she wouldn’t hurt him. She explained that she’d been missing for years and thanked him for finally finding her. She gave him her Cryo vision and he went down the mountain to get others to come back with him to retrieve her so she could be properly buried at the Church of Mondstat where she belonged. Now Ivan can shatter ice at his own will, the woman had been very weak with her vison but he built it up to be stronger and work with his own style of fighting and living. When he lives with tribes in warmer areas, he makes popsicles for the hilichurls so they can cool down :D

Yao(Dendro): Yao grew up waaaay outside of Liyue Harbor. He wasn’t rich but he wasn’t poor. His grandparents had a silk flower farm where they just grew tons of silk flowers, even making their own perfumes too. Yao’s parents inhereted the land when they got married and intended for Yao to carry on the legacy of the Wang family perfumery but the Fatui seized the land and kicked the Wang family off of it. His grandparents passed and his parents retired to Qingce Village to live out the rest of their years peacefully. They offered for Yao to come but he refused, wanting to return their name to its rightful glory! He worked in many shops as a delivery boy, cleaned the streets, took commissions for deliveries outside of Liyue Harbor. He worked HARD in order to buy a shop right in the center of the city. The Dendro Archon admired his perseverance despite him being so young! And while he slept, he reactivated Yao’s grandmother’s Dendro vision, leaving it on the pillow next to his head. Yao nearly passed out when he woke up and saw it!! It was the surprise of a lifetime! He ran as fast as he could until he was out of the city, standing on one of the rocky hills overlooking Liyue Harbor. He held his grandma’s jade polearm in his hands and slammed it into the rocks, screaming joyfully as they split and vines rose up around him, flying every which and cracking like whips! He’d learn to control the power passed down to him and make his grandparents proud :’)

Kiku(Electro): Kiku’s father is a badass. He lost his eye in battle and keeps his vision orb in his eye socket. So he has one, normal brown eye and one bright purple eye with the Electro symbol in it. If that isn’t intimidating....I don’t know what would be. Kiku always wanted to be like him, his father is his role model. He doesn’t have a mom so his dad raised him to be a badass but...a more subtle badass. Kiku’s family was apparently full of Electro vision wielders so he hoped he would get one too! His father told him about his uncles and grandparents having Electro visions and how they worked together as an unstoppable team! The way Kiku earned his vision...Was not what he had in mind. He worked as a patrol soldier when he was 18, making sure the border of his country was safe. He and 12 others were approached by Fatui guards and pretty much....slaughtered. Kiku’s close friend had gotten his Vision when he was 8 after inheriting it from his great grandmother. It was apparent that his friend wouldn’t make it. After a tearful goodbye, his friend passed his Vision onto him. Kiku wears his vision proudly, a symbol of eternal trust and friendship. Kiku now works with the Fatui, profiting of off their greed more than even they know. He hates them but by working with them, he’s keeping the locals safe.

Lovino(Pyro): Lovi’s story is kinda sad. Grandpa Roma’s vision was meant to be his because he’s the first born grandson but the vision rejected him. It never turned on. Lovino became so frustrated that he passed it over to Feli...And it came to life within a week. Lovino felt betrayed, angry and resentful towards his brother. It wasn’t fair!!! How could this happen? So instead, Lovi rejected the Hydro Archon and built a shrine for the Pyro Archon. He made offerings of flowers, stew, chili peppers, wine, anything he could get his hands on. He sat in saunas to develop a tolerance for heat and trained until he was almos passed out. He prayed and did everything he could to get the Pyro Archons attention but still, he didn’t get a vision. By now, Feli had his own vision for three years and was mastering archery. Lovino had enough. He gathered twigs and weeds, stomping out into a clearing “Hey! I know you can hear me! What do I have to do to prove myself to you? I’ve done everything I can! Are you too afraid to give it to me? Huh??? Pussy! Fucking let me-“ uh oh. Now the Pyro Archon was mad. They decided to give him a chance, they could always take it away or kill him if he failed. The vision appeared in his palm and the weeds in his hands burst into flames. He screamed in agony, his arms on fire now. He kept off of a nearby cliff down into the ocean to put out the flames....but he had it. A vision...He’s been ruthless since then. Owning a flower shop and kicking ruin guards asses when they stomp around in the flower fields

Feliciano(Hydro): Feli has always felt guilty about his vision. It was meant to be Lovino’s but it awakened for him instead. He trained when Lovi wasn’t around, everything he did was subtle and quiet because every glimpse of his vision angered his brother. Feli didn’t want that, he wanted them to be close again :( he got lonely when his brother was gone and sound talk to his Vision the way he used to talk to Grandpa Roma. He’s grateful that he received his grandpas vison though!! It was very powerful when it was with Roma but with Feli, it’s significantly weaker because he just doesn’t have the same battle experience. He doesn’t even want it anyway. He is a peaceful guy who enjoys archery and singing in the church choir :) he has no desire for violence the way his brother does.

Ludwig(Geo): Ludwig inherited his fathers vision. He’s still alive but after losing an arm while on knight duty, he retired and gave his vision to Ludwig. The vision easily accepted Lud as its new owner, glowing brightly every time he touched it. The Geo Archon likes strong, loyal and intelligent people and Lud perfectly fits those preferences. Lud was 18 when he got his father’s vision so by now he had already been a knight in training for the knights of favonious! After intense training and an obscene amount of testing, he became a full blown knight capable of fighting monsters when need be. He’s very respected by the civilians of Mondstat and truly makes his father proud.

Gilbert(Pyro): Gilbert has broken many laws in his time and breaking into a very dangerous ruin was probably the best thing he ever did. He found tons of crispy, burnt skeletons in there and lots of fire flowers who spat sparks at him as he walked by. In a bigger flower...He saw a glint and thought ‘Aw yeah!! There’s a gemstone in there! That’s gonna be worth so much money!!!’ So he stuck his hand right into the smoldering flower, getting 4th degree burns as he ripped an ancient vision out of it. The thing had to be centuries old. It’s gold casing was bent and covered in dried blood both Gil’s and whoever else had owned it before. When the vison came to life in his hand, he could feel tbe the energy within was very old... it was later determined that it was likely one of the first batch of visions gifted to the human race by the Archons! Historians tried to buy it from him. It for once, Gil set his greed aside and kept the vison for himself! The vision radiated happy energy at that so he assumed that it was happy he kept it

Please ignore the spelling errors or I will barf 🙂

#Genshintalia au #aph #hetalia #ask away! #headcanons #hetalia headcanons #asks #always up for hc requests #aph france #aph england #aph america #aph canada #aph russia #aph germany #aph china #aph japan #aph italy #aph romano #aph prussia #aph allies #aph axis

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Part Two

W! Drinking, stabby stab, attempted Non C but it does not happen .

Touya,21.The drunk Future King whose only interest is whores and brothels

Natsuo.18. The Middle Sibling who is just like his father

Shoto.16.the youngest and most reserved, has no interest in marriage but would like a companion

Reader is a rebellious princess in a falling Kingdom and is sent off to live with the Todorokis in hopes of marriage to save her family. But Reader has other plans in mind.

tags/ @no-post-ghost @yoonbbyboy @pinkjellychan @squeaky-ducky​

You wasted no time ditching the family for the courtyard after dashing out of the carriage and right past Enji, you were over Natsuo and his creepy behaviour and over this whole arrangement.  With a groan you stopped next to some trees and slipped between two large oaks to conceal yourself for a minute. You sat down hugging your knees panting slightly. It was a pretty courtyard, full of flowers funny enough since only men seemed to lived in this rotten castle. 

 So what now? The King would not be happy at your actions but if he tried to hurt you it would hinder his plans for his precious sons. So you were safe for the most part. The oldest, Touya did not really seem interested in courting you anyway, to focused on his drinking and keeping his brother in line.  

 The thought of Natsuo made you gag and cough a bit, what an awful person and he's gonna be King eventually? Maybe you could cut his balls off to save whoever marries him.  Sighing you relaxed against the tree letting one leg down admiring the clouds that rolled on by, the sky seemed more blue here than at your Kingdom too you, weird. 

 “Uhm…?” said a voice, it sounded skittish.

You rolled your head to the left to see a boy about Shotos age looking at you, he had royal clothes on and had crazy green hair. You tilted your head at this boy and brought your legs down so you were criss cross. 

 “Yes?” you asked curiously

“Is Shoto around?”

“I think so , the main entrance.”

“O-oh uh, okay, i can wait here then. May i sit by you? My names Izuku of Midoriya Manor”

“Sure kid,” you scooted over a bit for him to join you.”Y/n of Alastar”

“Oh thanks !” he sat by you but seemed to be looking around

“Something on your mind?”

“Oh uh n-no, im just waiting for Shoto, his father does not a-aprove of me so we have too …” he trailed off rubbing the back of his head.

“Hm? Well your safe with me kid, i doubt that big ape approves of me too.”

“Are you to be wed?”

“Sadly.”

“Uh- uhm!,” he rubbed his hands together. “You seem really cool and can protect yourself..” he told you, pointing to the knife on your person. “Just watch out for the middle sibling okay?”

You got up patting your butt free of dirt and Shoto squeezed through the trees to see you and Izuku.  Shoto hugged Izuku and the two sighed with relief to see each other. 

“y/n. Touya wants to see you to show you around, hes at the stables, around the corner from here”

“Okay Shoto, izuku was waiting for you, i never saw him though.”

 The youngest gave you a gentle smile and a nod as thanks. 

**

Squeezing back through the trees you strolled around the courtyard admiring the flowers before meeting up with Touya. No sign of the King or his creepy son , the courtyard had a large apple tree in its center but it only had one apple on it and it looked to be rotten which was weird. It's definitely apple season. Hm.  thinking nothing of it you made your way around the large castle to see the stables and Touya petting a large black and white mare of the face in long strokes.

“Whos a pretty girl ? you you you” he cooed at the sleepy horse.

“Dont take you for a animal lover” you joked walking up to him. “Wheres idiot 1 and 2?”

“My father is giving Natsuo a talking to so im trusted to show you around” he pointed to the castle “thats the castle” he pointed to a stray window at the top “thats your room”

“A five star tour i see”  you pet the horse admiring its coat. “ lovely colors”

“Reminds me of my life from before” he told you while taking out his flask to drink.

“Hm? Whats that mean? And whos this Izuku that was sneaking around?”

Touya sat down in a empty stable drinking more before answering you. “Thats Shotos boyfriend, dont tell anyone or i will kill you myself. Im the only one who knows”

“i wouldn't do that Touya, he said Enji does not approve of him?”

“Yep” he fell into some hay drinking more. “They want to leave when they turn 18 and have a farm, im helping make it happen”

You sat down by the hay watching this man drink his life away , he had not one care in the world, unless it was Shoto related. 

*

Some time passed and you and Touya were sharing the flask now.

“So .. what did you mean by your life from before?”

“Mmmm… i was going to be a father, at least.. Thats what i was told.” he sat up pushing his hair outta his face. She was a brothel worker and i had gotten her pregnant.” 

 You listened to him taking note of the hint of sadness in his voice.

“I was excited, i wanted to be a dad.” he told you looking over at the horse.”she had black and white hair, i called her my little… berry.., i did everything right, i told her she could live with me and be a Princess and we could be happy. But i also told her i did not want her working the brothel anymore obviously,” 

  He brought his knees up laying his elbows over them looking at the ground between his legs. “She told me she would stop but something felt weird so i checked on her and she was still working it. I confronted her and she said she needed the money for the baby and i told her i have more money than i know what to do with, the months went on and she eventually stopped, her bump was small and everytime i felt it , i dont know. It felt off. One day i woke up early and looked over at her, she was asleep on her stomach and .. she was too far align to be doing that.” he looked up at you, his eyes slightly red. “ she lied to me, for my status, my wealth, my name, it was some kind of material to seem like a bump, she tried to tell me it was my fault.”

“Touya…”

He ignored you. “What she said stung more than the faked pregnancy. I had to know, for sure. So i contacted a witch and she performed some kind of spell on me and ..and..”

You moved closer, placing your hand on his arm , he took a big drink and lowered his head again. “ i cant… have children… “

You pulled this man into your arms trying your best to comfort him. He just cursed up a storm and told you how excited he was, how he was going to move away as soon as Shoto left with izuku and start an even bigger family with the woman he loved. Touya wanted his own Kingdom but in a quiet place no one knew about where he could be happy.

“Everyday… i curse Natsuo, he does not deserve to have children” he pushed himself off you to wipe his eyes. “ no one knows this about me y/n”

“Touya its safe with me”

“I have no interest in getting married anymore, i dont care.”

“Thats perfectly okay Touya”

He sniffled not looking at you. “Thank you for listening, you should get settled into your room, top floor last door on the left.”

“Youll be okay?” you asked, getting up

“Nope” he got up walking past you “but thats just how i like it” he waved not looking back as he headed into town.

*

The castle was full of expensive things: statues, paintings, rugs, swords. Anything you could think of. Big wide open rooms with ceilings higher than you had ever seen. It smelled like the kitchen was to your right and the main rooms looked to be up the rug covered stairs. You could hear Enji yelling at Natsuo when you got to the top , you snuck by peeking in every room you passed, looked like bedrooms. You heard a door slam and looked over your shoulder to see Natsuo brooding outside the door talking to himself. 

   You slipped into your room and scanned around the giant room, pretty bed, too girly honestly. A wooden vanity with glass in it and a couple windows. You checked outside them all , dammit. Nothing to really grab on to for a quick escape? You thought on it inspecting more and suddenly you were grabbed from behind and flipped over and pressed against the window, your hair blowing in the wind. 

 Natsuo was pinning you down looking very angry with you. You stuck your chin out at him reaching down for you knife.

“Yes ? your highness?” “I should … should… “ he pressed harder into your shoulders. “You . so mean, you made a fool of .. of me? In front of my father? I ?” his gaze dropped and he grabbed the knife tossing it out the window . his voice got louder and he shook you. “ they tell me i should kill you !! but!! My voices arent always!!.. Correct so …”

“Let me go !! get these gross hands off me !” you fought his grip and he threw you onto the bed pinning you from behind. “ why are you so … SO SO difficult? Im a future KING im in CHARGE not YOU” he reached back fussing with his belt and you got very still.

“Is that why your upset hm? I hurt your ego?” you asked looking back”pitty” with a quick snap of your arm a second knife shot out of your left sleeve and stabbed Natsuo in the arm. He cried out falling back and you pushed him out fo your room. “Sorry, no middle siblings allowed” you slammed the door locking it and pushing some heavy furniture in front of the door for the time being. 

 You could hear Natsuo crying in pain in the hall but you did not really care, it sounded like he was walking away and you finally… finally..alone. You sunk down to your knees” what the fuck man…”

*

#BadApplesFic #todoroki brothers #shoto x reader #touya x reader #natsuo x reader

[hoodoo12]

Model Behavior (4/5)

SFW. Lessons in humanity, for someone who desperately needs it.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

@janitor-boy @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice @angelicspaceprince @thewolfisapartofmysoul

Enjoy! ~

Adam nodded again. He was surely encroaching on some very sensitive territory, but he also wanted to fix this, to help as best he could, and to do that he was going to need some information. 

"I know," he replied, not unsympathetically. "And if you don't want to say, I won't try to make you. I was just thinking about something, something that I hope might help make this better, but only if you want to tell me." 

He made another open-handed gesture, as if to show Beetlejuice that he meant no harm. 

"It's completely your decision, but I promise I won't think less of you one way or the other."

He hated that Adam was being so nice. So understanding. 

"Never!" he spat, and the lights overhead that Adam didn't need but used from habit went momentarily black with the force of his rage. "Never, is that what you want to hear?!" 

But Adam didn't rise to that bait. He only sat and waited quietly. The lights came back on. He didn't even flinch at the raised, angry voice. Maitlands 2.0, indeed. He hated that Adam was interested, and seemed like he wanted to know more. And he hated it more that he couldn't keep everything bottled inside, where it belonged. After the explosive burst that garnered no reaction, Beetlejuice wilted. He pulled his legs to his chest and tucked his forehead to his knees, making himself small. 

"There was . . . someone," he whispered, his confession muffled and low. "It was a long time ago. I can't even tell you when . . . you know how hard it is to tell time when it doesn't affect you. It was so good. So . . . nice . . . I remember fingers in my hair, and being held. Sometimes I think I remember what it felt like to just hold hands. I wish I could remember more, but that's the punishment, isn't it? You know something happened, but details aren't there . . ." His voice wavered and trailed away for a moment. ". . . but then J-juno found out, and . . . and . . ." 

When his voice faded again, he couldn't pick it back up. There. Now Adam knew. And Barbara would know. And everyone. They'd know something secret about him, something he both desperately wished was still a part of his afterlife and also wished had never happened, so he wouldn't know what he was missing. He fully expected Adam to make some excuse and leave, now. It's been awkward before; now it was atomic levels of uncomfortable.

Adam had expected some sort of outburst, so he was able to keep himself from jumping in alarm when Beetlejuice exploded, shouting, making the lights snap on and off. He'd seen it before, and now he knew for a fact that it was purely defensive. He was probing at something the demon guarded jealously, his heart, and much like an injured animal it was only natural for him to bare his teeth and raise his hackles. One of his high school friends had lived on a farm with his parents, and they kept horses. Adam remembered a quarter-horse they'd gotten who had been horrifically abused. It took them a week to get a bridle on the mare to get her to a stall in their barn. 

His suspicion confirmed, Adam frowned sadly when Beetlejuice physically curled in on himself, again much like a scared animal. 

"Beetlejuice?" he called softly, not really expecting an answer but wanting him to know that he was still there. "I'm going to touch you if that's okay. Is it okay?" 

There was a muffled sound from the specter, not quite a word he didn't think, but it didn't sound like a refusal either so Adam reached forward and laid a hand oh-so lightly on the demon's knee. His entire body flinched at the contact, his fingers clenching where they were wrapped around his shins.

"Thank you, Beetlejuice," Adam told him sincerely. "I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me, I know it wasn't easy for you. And I want you to know that this stays between us, okay? We're just two friends talking."

Adam hadn't left. 

Adam moved closer. 

Adam put his hand on his knee. 

Adam called him a friend. 

Now he was even more glad he hid his face, because tears sprang to his eyes. He was a wreck. He was so pathetic. A moment of being treated nicely and he was crying? There was bedlam in his head, all emotions warring. He felt he should knock Adam's hand away; the fellow ghost already admitted he didn't want anything more to happen, so was he being a tease? Was this some kind of trick? Was this all a ruse to make him the fool? That'd happened before, when they all ganged up on him. But another, equally as strong part of him wanted more. It wanted the touch, it wanted the understanding, it wanted the companionship that Adam seemed to be offering. A quieter, third part just wanted to revel in the minor contact of someone's hand on his knee, as if he could soak it up and keep it for later too, when he was alone again. 

With so many conflicting thoughts, he couldn't answer verbally. He could only make some piteous keening noise. Adam shifted, and Beetlejuice just knew that now he was going to leave. 

Desperately, not thinking any more but still needing the contact, he reached up and grabbed Adam's wrist, holding him in place.

Adam found himself surprisingly calm in the face of Beetlejuice's emotional episode. He didn't seem able to speak, but neither had he moved away or made to dislodge Adam's hand from his knee. Saying nothing, only offering a comforting presence while the demon worked his way through whatever turmoil was playing out in his mind, Adam found himself remembering all the little clues that Beetlejuice had dropped over the course of the time they'd known him. How eager he'd been to meet them, glomming onto them with a kind of manic desperation that had been upsetting at the time but in retrospect made it obvious how lonely he must've been. 

In the attic, when their haunting lesson hadn't gone to plan, in his frustration he'd literally said it point blank: "No one's like me, that's the problem!" Adam adjusted his position on the sofa, shifting closer, stilling when Beetlejuice's hand seized him by the wrist as though afraid he were going to disappear. 

"It's all right," Adam told him gently, reaching around the back of the sofa with his other arm to clasp him by the shoulder in a firm, supportive grip. "Take as much time as you need, I'm not going anywhere."

A tiny moan slipped passed his lips. It wasn't sexual, just a sad little noise that gave auditory evidence to the fact he was pathetic. He didn't want pity, but he did want more. Just the sensation of a hand on his shoulder sent a shiver through him. 

Almost unconsciously, he leaned into Adam's hand. He hoped for more, but the nagging doubt that the other ghost was going to be done with him soon was loud in his head too. 

He tried to unpeel his fingers off Adam's wrist, but couldn't quite do it.

Even though he knew he was dead and therefore technically couldn't feel pain anymore, it hurt to see Beetlejuice like this, it hurt like hell; so diminished, as if he were willing himself to be a miniscule as possible, like he would shatter into fragments if he let go of Adam's wrist or moved from his curled position. Maybe there wasn't really a hard lump in his throat that he couldn't swallow around, maybe he was just remembering what it felt like, but he had to keep it together. 

For Beetlejuice's sake. 

Scooting even closer to the demon, until his own folded leg was pressed a tad uncomfortably against Beetlejuice's ankles, still clasped tight to his body, Adam leaned in against his shins, resting his own forehead against the stripe-covered knees. Their heads were nearly touching as he moved his other arm further around the other man's shoulders, reaching out to curl his hand around the back of his neck in a sort of one-armed hug. 

"You're going to be okay, Beej," he soothed in a low voice, experimenting with Lydia's preferred nickname for her spectral friend. "I'm right here and I've got you."

And now an arm over his shoulders? A hug? He bit his lip hard enough to truly hurt , to keep sound in, but when Adam called him the affectionate diminutive of his name, he couldn't contain a gaspy sob. 

Like that had broken down a barrier, Beetlejuice let himself lean heavily into Adam's embrace. He should be grateful for this amount of contact, but he couldn't help be greedy and slip his hand from the wrist it was holding upward, till his and Adam's were palm and palm, their fingers entwined. He even dared to squeeze lightly, hoping it conveyed the message he wanted it to, since he couldn't get any words out.

He ought to say something. It felt like he needed to offer some words of reassurance or encouragement or, or something. Adam was out of his depth here, Barbara was always the empathetic one, the caretaker. She always knew exactly the right words, the right gestures. But, for better or worse, Barbara was downstairs quizzing Lydia on biomes and he, Adam, was sitting on the couch with a distraught demon in his arms. So he just started talking, idly rubbing his hand across the base of Beetlejuice's neck, fingertips skritching lightly at the coarse hair at his nape while Beetlejuice laced their fingers together and held on for dear afterlife. 

"Y'know, I don't really remember my dad," he began. "He died when I was really young and my mom never remarried. So I didn't really have a... strong male figure to look up to as a kid. Though I did have an uncle. He was a good enough guy, I guess. Hard on me, but he meant well. Wanted me to be strong, to be tough. He always told me that a man doesn't cry, he keeps his chin up and keeps going no matter what. And for a long time, that's what I tried to do, what I tried to be. But now . . . now I think he was wrong about that." 

He hadn't mean to get so personal, to reveal so much, but after what Beetlejuice had told him it was only fair. Adam squeezed his hand. "Whatever my uncle said, or your mother, or anybody else, there's nothing wrong with tears. They don't make you weak or less. If you need to let it out, please, do."

He wasn't going to fall for that. He was a ghost-demon, and breaking down sobbing even in front of Adam Maitland was his new goal in life. It took effort not to cry, but with his knees pressed into his eyes, he did a fair job. 

The fact that Adam hadn't shaken his hand out of his grip and had actually started a soft massage on the back of his neck helped and made it worse. Beetlejuice focused instead on what the other ghost was saying; something about crying being wrong? He knew that. Everybody knew that. It'd been beaten into him--"Stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about!" was a common and frequently carried out threat from his past that still haunted him. But Adam questioned it? Said it wasn't? 

"What do you mean?" he sniffled, his voice still muffled behind his legs.

Adam took a moment to swallow, continuing his gentle physical ministrations as he tried to figure out how to answer Beetlejuice’s question. It was going to require a little more personal disclosure, but it if helped him then Adam considered it worth any potential embarrassment.

“Well, what’s really wrong with crying?” he replied, feeling his way through the words as he went. “I cried on my wedding day. I couldn’t help it, everything was so . . .  perfect. Barbara looked so beautiful coming toward me down the aisle, it was the happiest I’ve ever felt and I cried. But they were happy tears, y’know?” 

Taking a useless breath, he continued. I . . . I cried when we died. It was . . . devastating, it was overwhelming. I couldn’t think what else to do so . . . I cried. Barbara did, too. After everything was over we came up here together and just . . . held each other and cried.

“People cry for lots of reasons, Beetlejuice: because we’re happy, because we’re hurt or confused or sad or even because we’re all of those things at once. And there’s nothing wrong about any of it, it’s just something we do, no different than laughing. Like a pressure release, and most of the time you’ll feel so much better afterwards.”

This was information he was going to have to chew over, when he was alone and wasn't completely overwhelmed by both Adam's words and hands. He nodded, even if the gesture wasn't to convey he understood. Maybe, if he ever got the balls to revisit this conversation, he'd ask specific questions. As it was, it was hard to think when mostly what he wanted to do was suck in all the physical contact like a sponge. 

Very slowly, he uncurled himself by lifting his head and looking over at Adam. 

"Remember when we k-kissed--" he stumbled over the word, "--and I said it was nice?” His voice became a ghost itself, almost intangible, but he continued before Adam could answer. "This is nice too."

Adam smiled, encouraged to see Beetlejuice opening himself up a bit more; verbally and physically. 

"It is," he agreed, nodding as the demon sheepishly met his eyes. "When I talked with Barbara about . . . " His voice faltered for a moment, so he took the time to clear his throat and steady himself. ". . . about our kiss, she was the one who pointed out something. People are wired to like touching each other. Of course, I can't speak for you, but physical touch brings us comfort. It's something we do to connect, to bond, or to reassure ourselves and one another that we're not alone, that someone's supporting us and has our back. Granted, though, kissing on the mouth is usually something you do with a romantic partner or significant other, not necessarily a friendly gesture --" 

He was rambling again, but he also wanted to try and get his point across before he lost his nerve completely. 

"I guess what I'm trying to say is . . . I still don't think the kiss is something I'd want to do again, but I don't regret it. This, though?" He tightened his arm slightly around the demon's shoulders, squeezing his leg where his hand was still resting, indicating their embrace. "This is the sort of thing friends do, especially when one of them is upset. We comfort each other, even if there's really nothing we can do about whatever's bothering them, we can be there. Does that make sense?"

More to think about. He'd never had an in-depth conversation about anything of this nature before, but everything that Adam said made sense. Slowly, he uncurled himself even more, his whole self, even though it dislodged their hands and that was a loss that made him almost grab at him to have it continue. 

But that wasn't right. Wouldn't be right. If his rudimentary understanding was correct, it wasn't something he could force? Still, he liked the contact and chanced leaning into Adam. He tried so hard not to grab at the fellow ghost he tightened his hands into fists and kept his arms stiff.

Without the barrier of Beetlejuice's shins between them, Adam's eyes widened a bit in surprise when the specter leaned in against him. He was almost like a cat, a stray cat maybe, one that desperately wanted contact but was wary of it at the same time. Chuckling a little low in his throat, Adam shifted his grip on the other man's shoulder and embraced him properly with both arms. 

"It's okay if you wanna hug back, but you don't have to," he assured him, rubbing a hand idly up and down Beetlejuice's back. "And in the future, if you feel like you want talk about anything or need a hug, just say the word. That's what friends are for."

With the permission, Beetlejuice gradually loosened the stiffness out of his arms and carefully returned the embrace. It felt odd and interesting and nice and wonderful and the best and and andandand-- 

He'd have melted right then and there if a teensy bit of him wasn't still on alert for a trick. Was that displacement he could sense someone coming up the stairs? Or was he just so paranoid he couldn't simply enjoy this simple hug?

tbc . . . 

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[silver-and-stars]

The Rise of Skywalker

Okay so TROS is out in France and I’ve just seen it. And I need to get all those feelings out of my chest.

SO SPOILERS !

Bottom line for those who don’t want to read the whole summary about Kylo/Ben :

- Rey is a Palpatine

- Rey force healing Ben by giving him her life energy

- Leia dies and it makes Ben gives up the dark side.

- Rey VS Palpatine

- Ben Solo comes to help.

- Rey defeats Palpatine but dies.

- Ben Solo gives her his life energy to bring her back to life. That’s the romantic grand gesture they were talking about.

- THEY KISS and immediately after HE DIES and his body DISAPPEARS

- Nothing more is shown and said about Ben, him turning good again or his sacrifice. It’s like only Rey know that and no one will ever learn the truth. Not even Chewie.

Now, onwards for the very long talk : 

I hadn’t read the leaks, only the posts on tumblr following them : Rey blowing up the transport ship in which Chewie was in, Kylo Ren / Ben Solo dying and not being talk about again, it’s all true ! Expect that Chewie wasn’t really in the transport ship. He is fine.

More on the rest later but first Ben Solo’s redemption and death + Reylo.

So first off all, Rey goes on the wreck of the Death Star to find an item - a sith wayfinder, only two exist and Kylo has one - that could direct her to Palpatine’s lair, cause yeah, Palpatine is alive and he just lend the First Order a HUGE fleet of Star Destroyers, each equip with a Star Killer canon.

Palpatine is not doing well btw : he is vertically plugged to a machine, his eyes are white, their is missing flesh on his fingers... He hids on a sort of closed temple and has hundreds of Sith cultists (non-fighters) with him.

Kylo finds him and Plapatine tells him he made Snoke and the truth about Rey’s identity (which we don’t hear). He wants Kylo to find Rey and kill her and he will give him the Empire in exchange. 

Instead Kylo warns Rey that Palpatine wants her dead and says he doesn’t care about Palpatine’s plans, he just want her to join him on the darkside. He tells her who she is : Palpatine’s grand-daughter. Palpatine had a son who ran away and hid in Jakku with Rey’s mom but the Emperor wanted to get his hand on Rey, presumably to kill her, so they sold Rey and lied about her not being on Jakku anymore before getting killed.

So anyway Rey isn’t taking all that information so well, even less since she had a vision (that we saddly don’t see) of her sitting beside Kylo on the throne of the Siths.

On the deathstar she has a vision of Darth Rey after touching the wayfinder, quite like Luke had of himself on Dagobah. She fights with herself and drops the wayfinder. Kylo picks it up and tells her the only way she will find Palpatine is if she comes with it and he crushed the wayfinder. Rey is seething with anger and fights Kylo very agressively, most of what he does is retreating. They end up outside, on the wreck, above a very agitated sea.

Rey is really close to giving in to her anger and go dark and Kylo finally starts to get the upper hand. And then Leia happens.

Leia who felt their battle, used the last of her strength to connect with his son. She says his name and Kylo feels she is dying. He spaces out and drops his saber. Rey stabs him in the stomach the same moment Leia dies. They both feels it. Rey shuts down her saber, Ben slides down on the floor. Rey cries and looks at Ben, he is staring blankly into space, looking like a lost boy. She kneels beside him and heals him, transferring life energy into him. She tells him he was right, she did wanted to take his hand, Ben’s hand. And she leaves in his ship.

Later we find Ben still on the wreck, standing and looking at the horizon. A voice says “Hey kid” and for a sec I thought it was Ghost Luke. But no ! Ben turns around and it’s Han !

Ben says he is just a memory, “your memory” answers Han. Ben says Ben Solo is dead and Han says that it’s Kylo Ren who is dead, and asks him to come home. And Ben says it’s too late, “she’s dead”. Earlier on we had a hint that Ben wanted to go back to her but he believed he had went to far on the wrong track to be able and allowed to go back. Now Han tells him that what Leia believed in and fought for is still alive. The following scene mirror the one on the Starkiller bridge in SW7, when he killed Han, an act that still haunts him in this movie. Ben says the same lines “I know what I have to do but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it.”. Han’s touches his face and tells him he does. Ben calls him “dad” in a heartwrecking tone and turn around to throw his lightsaber into the sea. When he turns back Han isn’t there anymore.

The next time we see him it’s on Palpatine’s lair. Rey got there and confronted Palpatine who told her he didn’t want her dead, he wanted her to kill him so his spirit would be transferred in her body. Of course she doesn’t want to do so and doesn’t plan on hating him either. But he opens up the roof of the temple and she can see the Resistance’s ships getting their asses kick by his fleet. He tells her that if she completes the rituel she will have control over his fleet and she could then save her new family (the Resistance).

And then she feels Ben. He is here in the temple, with only a loose shirt, pants and a blaster, reminding me of young Luke or young Han, he is fighting his way toward her but the knights of Ren have him cornered and he is now unarmed. Rey and him look into each other eyes using their force bound (that is now strong enough for them to transfer objects between them) and they nods in agreement. Rey pretends she will strike Palpatine down, just like Ben pretented he was going to kill Rey before Snoke. She rises her saber while Palpatine narrates, puts it behind her back and... it’s in Ben’s hands. He was a very endearing gesture there, like he is saying “now we’re talking” and he fights the knights of Ren, one against six, with a blue light saber. Meanwhile Rey has another lightsaber : Leia’s, that force ghost Luke gave her and she fights Palpatine’s guards. 

Ben reaches her and they stand togeteher, in sync, before Palpatine. “you stand together. you die together” says Palapatine and he attacks them. But when he does the flesh on his finger is restored. He realized Rey and Ben have something very rare in the force, a bound, a dyad. And he absorbs their power to rejuvenate/heal himself. Rey and Ben fall unconscious on the ground. Palpatine now with his full power, unleashed massive a electric beam toward the ships and starts frying the Resistance (who in the meanwhile got backup from the whole galaxy).

Ben is the first to wake up but Palpatine throws him down a pit kinda like he was thrown in one by Vader. Then Rey wakes up, lies on her back and see the fleet, but beyond them she sees the stars and says “be with me”. Many jedi voices (Luke, Yoda, Qui-Gon, Anakin, Ashoka etc) answer tell her to get back up, that they are with her.

She takes her saber and rise on her feet. Palpatine directs his electicity toward her and she blocks it with her saber. He tells her it’s useless, she can’t defeat him as he is all of the Siths, she cannot win. But she grabs the second light saber and push back, says she is all the jedis, and Palpatine is vaporized by his own force lightining.

The victory is here. However Rey drops the saber and fall on the floor, unmoving, eyes open. Finn (who is force sensitive) fells that she is dead. But from the pit arise Ben. He is injured, limping, he falls several times in his way to reach her but when he finally falls near her, he grabs her and cradles her, looking desperate. Her body is limp, her eyes still open and unmoving. So he lies her down in his laps, closes his eyes and gives her his life energy. Of course it works ! And, knowing about the leaks I think “oh no. oh no. maybe they were wrong about this part at least” and “you mom and uncle would be so pround of you right now”. Rey wakes up, sits up, looks at him, puts his hand on his face. He is so relieved, she smiles and calls his name, “Ben”. And they KISS. BOUM CANON REYLO. And when they break the kiss he gives her a smile so relieved, happy and innocent, it breaks my harts. It breaks my heart because they hug (I think) and then he falls backward. Eyes closed, unmoving and his body disappears and as it does so does Leia’s ! No more Ben. All there is left are his clothes on the ground. And that’s it.

Rey says nothing, the scene just cut to the fleet coming home and celebrating. We see her rejogning the fleet in Luke’s X-Wing, then on their base where she happily reunites with BB-8, Poe and Finn. Then she goes on Tatooine, finds the Skywalker farm, buries Leai and Luke’s lightsaber together. She has made her own lightsaber. It’s yellow.

An old lady passes by and asks her who she is. She says “Rey” and looks on her right. There are Luke and Leia’s force ghosts standing side by side and I’m already dead inside. On Leia’s left there is a blank space. I expected Ben’s ghost to materialize there, like Anakin’s did beside Yoda and Obi-wan in SW4, to shows us Ben is still with her in some way and that he was at least reunited with his mother, thzt he is at peace with Luke and himself. But no, nothing. She says “Rey Skywalker”, watched Tatooine’s suns set and that’s it. Nothing more about Ben turning back good, nothing showing some people -at least Poe, Finn AND FUCKING CHEWIE - YOU KNOW, HIS KINDA-UNCLE CHEWIE, CHEWIE, BEN’S FATHER’S BEST-FRIEND, CHEWIE WHO LET OUT AND HEARTBREAKING CRY AND FELT ON HIS KNEES WHEN HE LEARNT LEIA) DIED, CHEWIE WHOSE THREE BEST FRIENDS (HAN, LUKE, LEIA]) DIED TRYIND TO REACH OUT TO BEN - learned that Ben saved Rey’s life, helped defeat Palpatine and in the end did the right thing. For all we know the galaxy still believes he is evil and died evil. 

And really, if Rey went through all the trouble of separating from her friend and go on the Skywalker homeland - like she intended to live there- , couldn’t she just build up a life there with Ben. I can’t see how people would accept Ben and his redemption after he killed so many, including Han, and as he was such an important and feared figure of the First Order. But they could have lay low and live happily together on Tatooine and build a home and a family together there. A Palpatine and a Skywalker, united in peace and love. Two lost children, orphan now, creating their own home. A new start, a new life. But no. We don’t get that. Ben was too young to die in a Star Wars movie. This is not Rogue One wtf. 

_____________

So yeah no, I’m not quite okay. The end was too quick. The movie was nice, it didin’t felt slow or dragging, there wasn’t any horses race scene. But the conclusion was too short, to abrupt imo. You needs to spend a little more time on it after three movies ! Or you know, since it’s the end of the Skywalker saga FUCKING NINE MOVIES. Gimme a 30 minutes long ending like in Return of the King. I’m okay with this ! I do want to know what became of the Resistance, of Finn, Poe, Chewie. I do want to see force ghost Ben (since you weren’t kind and hopeful enough to keep him alive). 

Btw : R2D2 is barely in this movie and does almost nothing. It’s R2D2. Sure BB8 is cute but R2 as been around since Padmé ! He knows stuffs !! He is good at his job, let him save lives ! 

No canon Stormpilot. The queer character is has expect of an american Blockbuster own by Disney, a minor character (the lady who said in SW8 that Admiral Ackbar is dead and Leia in a coma) and she just kisses another lady for like 0.02 sec in a crowded scene.

No Rose x Finn either for that matter, not a word about the kiss, or their relation. Two new girls who have a romantic vibe with Poe or Finn, but it doesn’t lead anywhere fortunately.

Force ghost-Luke ! Memory-Han ! Leia (RIP) ! Lando (a bit) ! Chewie (still alive)! C3PO and R2 still alive ! Fucking PALPATINE wtf why were you not hinted at earlier ! CGI young-Luke and young-Leia traning in a forest ! Luke X-wing taking flight again ! The Millenium Falcon still up and running ! So many people from the old movies. 

Also Qui-Gon Jinn’s voice. Strangely it conforted me to hear his voice but dammit gimme force ghost-Ben !

What else? Oh yeah Hux betrayed the First Order to get in Kylo’s way and got unmasked and killed. No one ever talked about him again.

Also BEN SOLO IS FREAKING DEAD ! So Ben, you were a betrayed and manipulated kid ? Manipulated by freaking Palpatine and betrayed by your uncle Luke ? You want to do the right now ? Well you will have to die for it! 

No ! Keep him alive, have him earn is redemption by doing more for the good guys, to compensate the harm he has done. Or at least leave him in peace with his lover. 

I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY KILLED OFF -ALL- THE SKYWALKERS ! We like them ! Keep the young and last one alive at least !

Also the whole Palpatine business is so abrupt. That’s a thing for three movies, or two at last, not just the last one.

But I enjoyed it anyway. But my heart is quite broken. And it’s the end of the trilogy and Skywalker bloodline and story and i don’t know what to do with this.

I wished they hadn’t reused the “reformed bad-guy saves someone he loves from the Emperor but dies by doing so” plot point from the Return of the Jedi. We had seen this already, you could have done something knew and less heartbreaking. Vader at done a lot more evil, willingly, not because he was confused and manipulated, he was old, barely living. But Ben ? Ben was ready to start anew on the right path, he was young and seemed hopeful after Rey came back to life. His parents and his uncle tried to save him from the dark side. But when he finally got away from it he dies ? Just dies like that ? I thought I was okay with the idea that his redemption meant his death, but it turns out I’m not, it doesn’t feels right. 

Ben was a main charcater, one in whose redemption I was too much emotionnaly invested about to be okay with him dying like that, Vader style.

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[iwantthedean]

A New Fall

Graphic courtesy of @atc74.

Part Three: Granny Smith. Tart and crisp. 

Summary: Jensen spends more time around town. Y/N makes an effort to keep the farm in the family name.  Pairing: None … yet. Word Count: 2198 Warnings: Set post-Season 15, which I know makes a lot of people sad to think about. Square Filled: This entire series will fill my proposal square for BTZ Bingo.

A/N: Thank you for the continued support! I am loving writing this series :)

Masterlist

You spent the weekend more or less not speaking to anyone, just baking away your frustration. Jensen’s deceit hung heavy in your mind and sent you through a maze of emotions: sadness, disappointment, anger. Sad because someone was actually going to make an offer on the farm -- one you probably wouldn’t be able to match, let alone beat. Disappointment because, at your age, you thought you were past being played by guys. Finally, anger because the man had swooped in, handsome and charming, but turned out to be a complete fake.

By Monday morning, the anger part of all of that had more or less taken over. You slammed a coffee cup down from the cupboard in the teacher’s lounge. You poured your coffee, then slammed the pot back down onto the burner. Everything was getting slammed around, and you were mumbling under your breath about the jerk who had come to your farm only to steal it away from you.

“Jerk? More like an ass,” you grumbled, turning to leave as you sipped your coffee; you gasped when you saw your friend Taylor standing there, arms crossed over her chest and brow raised.

“Rough weekend, Y/N?” she asked.

You sighed and cleared your throat. “Yeah, a little. You getting coffee?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’ve got to go set up for my morning lesson. Meet me in my classroom?”

“Deal.”

You made way for your classroom, and Taylor was only a few minutes behind. She took a seat at the horseshoe-shaped table you used to work with student groups, and you took a seat in your chair across from her while you stapled activity packets.

“I have to sell the farm, for starters.”

“What? You’re kidding!” Taylor exclaimed.

You nodded. “Yeah. The money’s just -- it’s not a good situation. Anyway, after our half-day, I was going to do some work around the place, and this handsome stranger pulls up. Tall, sandy brown hair, green eyes. A little older than me, probably. Anyway, he tells me he’s just visiting and wanted to check out the farm. So we went apple picking and went to the pumpkin patch. We had all these flirty moments and cute looks --” You paused to groan at your own stupidity. “-- and then I went inside to get him a bag for the apples he picked, and Mr. Kemp pulls up in the driveway because this ass was there to see the farm to potentially buy it!”

“And he didn’t tell you? What is that about?” Taylor frowned. “We could figure out where he’s staying, get into his room, and … I don’t know. Do something … horrible.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You know, T, I bet if I give you enough time, you could maybe finish that plan.”

“Shut up,” she said, laughing along with you. “Look, don’t let him get to you, okay? The more important thing, it seems to me, is how you’re going to keep the farm. Let’s focus on that. Have you talked to the bank?”

“Yes. Mr. Kemp helped me get all the paperwork I need, and I take it all to the bank tomorrow after school. I won’t get a decision right away, which means I’ll be anxious as all get out until they give me an answer.”

Taylor nodded. “What did your dad say?”

You licked your lips and sighed, stacking the finished packets in front of you. “I haven’t called him yet. I will when I have more concrete information.”

“Maybe he could help …” She trailed off when you shook your head before the sentence was even done. Noting the first bell was going to ring soon, she put a hand on your arm. “Just keep your chin up, okay? Everything’s going to work out. I know it.”

You gave her the ghost of a grateful smile. “Thanks, Taylor. Go ahead, get to class. I’ll talk to you at lunch.”

“I’ll try to have a plan to get back at Mr. Handsome by then,” she teased, winking at you as she left the classroom.

* * * * *

For the third day in a row, Jensen was visiting The Farmer’s Stand. Just as planned, he had stopped there after leaving the orchard and purchased a jar of applesauce. He went back the next day for apple butter and a package of cookies that hadn’t been on the shelf the day before, as well as a loaf of homemade bread. Today, he was here for another jar of applesauce.

There was only one on the shelf, so he snatched it up before anyone else could. He perused through the market, also selecting a loaf of pumpkin bread marked from Y/N’s farm. At the register, Ms. Kitty rung up his items with a kind smile.

“Are we going to be seeing you every day, Jensen?” she asked. He appreciated that she remembered his name, though he would venture a guess that she remembered just about everybody who came through the market.

He chuckled. “Keep selling all this yummy stuff and I probably will. You know, food at the hotel is pretty good, but is there anywhere else you’d recommend in town?”

She nodded earnestly. “Midge’s Cafe, over on Ninth. Today’s beef stew day, actually -- comes with mashed potatoes and a freshly-baked roll. Their pie is great too, but I think you’ve got plenty of sweets here.”

“That I do,” Jensen agreed. “How much do I owe you?”

Ms. Kitty gave him a total. “Have you visited the apple orchard yet?”

Why did that question feel like a trick? “I have, yes. Met Y/N while I was there.”

The older woman sighed. “Such a shame she’s got to sell the place. This town was two-bit until their family came in and planted the orchard. They were plenty well off, but they started the pumpkin patch so the kids could have somewhere in town to go on field trips -- not because they had any need.”

Jensen took the bag of things he had purchased from her. “She said she’s the fourth generation to own the place.”

“She wasn’t lying. I’m sure you would have guessed, but I went to school with her grandfather, and my kids went to school with her father. Let me tell you -- that whole family is as sweet as Y/N. Every single one of them. Honest, hard-working, kind. When my son took over this place after my husband passed away, he wanted to stop doing business with them, for whatever reason.” She waved her hand, not worried at all about the particulars of that situation, it seemed. “Anyway, I wouldn’t allow it. You just don’t do that to good people, and Stephen doesn’t understand that. Whoever takes over the place, we’ll see if they want to continue to do business with us, I suppose.”

“They’d be crazy not to,” Jensen offered. “Thanks for everything, Ms. Kitty. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She smiled and waved goodbye. Jensen enjoyed visiting with her, but today, he was happy to get out of there. Hearing about Y/N’s family and how much they meant to the town only made him feel worse about potentially buying the place. Nevermind that he couldn’t get the glare Y/N had given him out of his mind -- a look he well-deserved.

As he drove over to the diner, he passed the elementary school. He smiled a little as he watched the kids play while he waited at the red light. This town was idyllic, a simple respite from the hustle and bustle of the last fifteen years of his life. His smile faded some when he spotted Y/N supervising the playground. She was zipping up the jacket of a little boy who was grinning wide while she talked to him. Once his jacket was zipped, the little boy hugged her leg before running off to join his friends again.

The driver behind him honked his horn; Jensen snapped his attention back to traffic. The light was green, so he proceeded through the intersection toward the cafe.

* * * * *

You honestly weren’t expecting an answer from the bank until the following week, so when you saw a missed call from them after school ended on Thursday, you heart immediately began to race. The message from the bank manager was asking you to come in and see her, so you went straight there once the parking lot cleared out.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” she smiled, motioning to the chair across from her. Please, have a seat.”

Sitting. That was good, right? That meant you’d be there for a while, potentially. Going over loan documents and signing papers, maybe? Oh for Heaven’s sake, Y/N. Just sit down.

“I’ve gone over all of the documents you brought over, and I spoke with Bartholomew Kemp -- he spoke very highly on your behalf.”

“He’s a very good friend to our family.”

She set her elbows on the desk. “Unfortunately, Y/N, you simply don’t have the financial background we like to see in our loan candidates. I even tried for a smaller amount, the minimum of what you would need to keep the farm for a while longer, buy you some time -- but it was a no-go.”

You forced yourself not to cry in the bank office. “But … I don’t understand. We’ve been banking with you all for years. My first auto loan was through this bank. My father kept my college fund here. My grandfather --”

The bank manager held up a hand. “Let me stop you there. Your family has history in this town, I’m well aware. And, if this was fifty or sixty years ago, maybe that would hold. It just doesn’t work like that anymore.”

“I understand,” you replied quietly. “Thank you, for the update. I’ll -- okay. Thank you.”

You took a deep breath, put your jacket back on, and shouldered your bag. In the car, you told yourself it was okay to cry, but you couldn’t even force the tears. You were just … numb. If you couldn’t get a bank loan, you didn’t know what else you would do, or could do.

“Guess it’s time to call Dad,” you sighed. As soon as you got home, you dialed the number and settled on the front porch swing to break the news to him.

* * * * *

Jensen sighed and hung up the phone. Bartholomew Kemp had just called to let him know that the owner of the farm was taking offers, and if he would like to place one, he just needed to email it over to Bartholomew. He wasn’t the only one making an offer, so if he was going to throw his hat in the ring, he needed to do it soon.

His lawyer sent over the written offer; Jensen printed it in the hotel’s business center, and walked it into Bartholomew’s office himself.

“I know you said to email it, but I wasn’t doing much anyway,” Jensen explained, letting go of a nervous chuckle. “So, is -- is Y/N pretty upset?”

Bartholomew looked up, brow raised. “Uh, yes, I suppose she is. Rightfully so.”

Jensen nodded and thanked the other man for his time. He left the office and sat in the car for several minutes, contemplating his next move.

The front office staff at the elementary school was kind enough to tell him how to find Y/N’s classroom, and informed him she was on her lunch break. No doubt the modest bouquet of Autumn flowers piqued the secretary’s interest, but he just made his way out of the office and down the hallway.

She was sitting at a table in the room with another teacher, and her eyes grew wide when she spotted him just inside the doorway of her classroom.

“Um, hi. What are you doing here?” The greeting and phrase fell out of her mouth in a panic as she stood. “Oh, um, this is Taylor. She teaches here, too. And she’s my friend. Taylor, this is Jensen Ackles. He -- yeah. This is Jensen.”

“Nice to meet you,” Taylor greeted, giving him the kind of tight smile that told him Taylor knew about his omission of the truth when he first met Y/N.

He cleared this throat. “This all seemed like a better idea in my head, honestly, but since I’m here … um, I am trying to learn from my mistakes and I thought I would come here, offer you the flowers to apologize for not telling you the entire truth when we first met and also to … let you know that I made an offer to Mr. Kemp today.”

Her surprised expression transformed to the anger he had expected. She took the flowers from him and set them on the table. “Well, thanks for the head’s up, I guess.”

“Yeah, I thought you should probably know, in case I’m around the farm again, so it doesn’t take you by surprise.”

“Great.”

Y/N sat back down and resumed her lunch. Taylor kept her back to Jensen. The silence was uncomfortable. He stumbled around his words for a few more tries, then exited the room. He sarcastically and silently congratulated himself for such a smooth interaction.

* * * * * * * * * *

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Year Of Fanfic 2020

684,938 words

WHAT A YEAR. Wow. 684,938 words published on AO3!!! (I’d say about 50k of that wasn’t actually written this year and is instead from WIP’s that started from previous years, but that still leaves me with a solid 600k words. which. geez.) 

Last year was at 400k, and my goal for this year was to stay around that area, not PASS IT BY 200K. I’m not expecting this to happen again, so I hope everyone was happy with this lmao. 

This year had fics for: Avatar (2009), Beauty Pop (manga), Charmed (TV 1998), Check Please! (webcomic), Harry Potter, Julie And The Phantoms, Jurassic World, Lady Bloodfight, Marvel, Newsies (1992), Shadowhunters, That ‘70′s Show, The Umbrella Academy, The Witcher, and Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle. 

Full list of fics under the cut (with word count and link), if anyone wants to take a peek at the bullshit I’ve been up to >.< 

Avatar (2009)

Blue Sun (3711 words) Sharing (10164 words) You Can't Share Everything (1257 words)

Beauty Pop

The Golden Pair (5094 words)

Charmed

Crossed (2678 words) A Charmed Past (2586 words) Forget Me Not (1120 words)

Check Please!

Gotta be damned because I want it all (30613 words) Take My Hand (15245 words) Still Family (3575 words) Too Old (1964 words) Red Ferrari (1024 words) Pickup After-Party (680 words)

Harry Potter

The Potter's, Both Old And New (86071 words) WIP! Harry's Parents (1567 words) I'm his, but he's not mine. (3890 words) Baby Steps (3816 words) If he kisses you, it just means he's touch starved (1694 words) I Never Did Like Roses (2659 words) When did you last check? (1499 words) Shocked Reactions (1351 words) Past Mistakes (1907 words) Seduction was never so difficult (2581 words) Wartime Sacrifices (9846 words) Hi Hungry, I'm Dad (2890 words) In the closet, but not like that (1592 words) A Game Changing Kiss (1026 words) Oblivious was never so cute (1874 words) Logically (743 words) Not Who I Remember (1108 words) Boys And Marriages (9768 words) Mais bien sûr (901 words) Back To You (4456 words) Anything For You (1371 words) Just An Inch (740 words) Love At Night (1524 words) Puppy Eyes (1137 words) Grown (1255 words) I Knew You First (1686 words) Birthday Wish (2016 words) Caller ID: Daddy (604 words) Family Time (673 words) My Best Friend (2961 words) Everything About You (2074 words) Every Kiss (3136 words) Out Of Commission (1691 words) For The Crowd (928 words) It's Just Sex (2055 words) Thicker And Better (1890 words) My Son (1583 words) A Little Bit Of Failure (772 words) Just Go With It (1495 words) Lay Your Love Down Soft And Sweet (5480 words) Metal Decoration (1329 words) Innocent? (1577 words) Jail Break (1530 words) One Turn To Another (2445 words) Return To Me, My Love (5010 words) Warmth (819 words) Bring Your Kid To Work Day (760 words) A Little Vivian Ward (5977 words) How To Lie (8975 words) Since You Been Gone (2542 words) Unromantic Confession (983 words) Your Hands (423 words) The Best Hugs (1509 words) Waiting Around (2014 words) Through The Gates Of Hell, I'm By Your Side (1006 words) Perfect Black Flowers (1318 words) Going For A Ride (748 words) Kitchen Appliances (1180 words) Property Of James (550 words) Meet-Cute (Again) (1300 words) Have you heard the news that you're dead? (3994 words) Wedding Jitters (18673 words) Seeing Double (Sort Of) (1887 words) Dauntless (1022 words) Excitement (1941 words) Past Demons (1183 words) Not Actually Brothers (5972 words) Absorb (2235 words) On My Mind (1255 words) Lights On (659 words) Pregnancy Scare (852 words) Silver And Gold (3381 words) Periodical Pains (277 words) In Your Dreams, Whatever They Be (1698 words) Regrets (2374 words) Like Somebody I Used To Know (3546 words) Girlfriend (2252 words) Your Husband Looks Like Your Ex-Girlfriend (1680 words) Skirt The Subject (859 words) The Model Boyfriend (841 words) Too Sad (1955 words) Flowery Tattoo (1025 words) Wake Up Kisses (549 words) What Do You Know Of Love? (2515 words) My Bodyguard, My Love (2911 words) The Bachelor (1501 words) Closing Shift (939 words) Always Negotiating (413 words) Keep Holding On (1009 words) Christmas Eve (609 words) Top Of The World (1956 words) The Wishing Stone (2015 words) What I Like About You (29812 words)

Julie And The Phantoms

Baby Bi, Bi, Bi (1157 words) New Sound (659 words)

Jurassic World

First Dinosaur (482 words)

Lady Bloodfight

Ladies Bloodfight (529 words) This Isn't Dinner (348 words) You Need Motivation (401 words)

Marvel

About A Little Boy That Lived In A Blue World (14621 words) WIP! The Kidnapper's Heart (15880 words) WIP! Handle With... (1314 words) In Body, In Soul (4964 words) The Value Of Bucky (8744 words) By Scent (11880 words) Some Self Love (1956 words) Have We? (2244 words) Sexy Thoughts (1475 words) All These Kidnappings And Only You Quoted Star Wars (5366 words) The Best Season And Friend (8060 words) Party Of Misunderstandings (1187 words) Molten Red And Gold (4988 words) More Color, More Pride (616 words) Fantasia (1018 words) All that's best of dark and bright (4148 words) Get What You Paid For (698 words) The Sound Of Your Heart (701 words) Your Halo (4146 words) Squad Of Two (586 words) Lady Natasha's Consort (967 words) You'll Do. (2368 words) My Blood Red Heart (7567 words) Meeting Jean Grey (1650 words) Work Six Times As Hard (3311 words) Only In Papers (707 words) Anywhere You Go, Let Me Go Too (19778 words) French Braid (447 words) The Man Who Has Everything (759 words) Front Page (831 words) Swirlin' On You Babe (1241 words) Lace And Silk (572 words) A Rose For You, My Dear (10369 words) Just One Look (532 words) An Airforce Pilot, A Pararescuer, And A Nuclear Deterrent Share A Bed (5085 words) Watching Is Loving (606 words) Damaged Wings (2931 words) Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend (14793 words) Your Dad Sucks (828 words) A Birthday Party To Remember (890 words) Childhood Sweethearts (1001 words) CEO's New Assistant (1183 words) Another Captain (1802 words) A Space Romance (3110 words) The Farm (1598 words) Black Lightning (2118 words) One Hell Of A Reunion (2556 words) All We Are Is Dust In The Wind (1432 words) Knives, Arrows, And Repulsors (640 words) Cooking Class (1439 words) The Wrong Uniform (865 words) Parent Of Two (374 words) Wrong Package (1522 words) Young Man (973 words) Grumpy (279 words) College Flame (2054 words) Feel It (382 words) Got Keys? (524 words) Domino Effect (360 words) Two Super Soldier Dumbasses (454 words) The Best Bathtub (1649 words) Play Pretend (402 words) Whose Soap? (557 words) Ugly Sobs (534 words) Blue Is Everywhere I See (667 words) Stranger Things (1259 words) Racing And Winning (422 words) Sleepy Meditation (535 words) Apollo's Gift (2293 words) Toys And Dolls (645 words) Black Holes (478 words) I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood (2002 words) The Winter Ghost (822 words) The Bodyguards (4559 words) An Element (534 words) Perfect Recall (2147 words) Household of Videos (433 words) Masquerade (1297 words) Luck Be A Lady (440 words) A Little Wasp (322 words) A Hero In Need Of Saving (303 words)

Newsies

Gotta Get Brooklyn (1695 words) Brooklyn Means Queer (481 words)

Shadowhunters

Not Bossy, Just The Boss (3861 words) Mundane Boyfriend (4884 words) You Talk Too Much (4960 words) The Person You Most Care About (1585 words) Out Tonight (2046 words)

That ‘70′s Show

We Said Nine (285 words)

The Umbrella Academy

The Book (2058 words) Who Do I Have To Kill For Coffee (803 words) All These Cracks Till I Break (4636 words)

The Witcher

The World On A Platter (11046 words) Bare Strings Of Breathlessness (1353 words) Parties Like This (704 words) Fiancé, I Guess? (1061 words) Being In Love (2310 words) I was highest by your warmth (441 words) Shrike To Snow (4160 words) Waking Comfortably (567 words) Absolve (529 words) Not A Stray (1280 words) Nightly Conversations (2990 words) Backwards Relationship (1689 words) Angelic Action Versus Human Nature (1351 words)

Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle

Every Day (1190 words) The Master And Priest Of Suwa (3801 words)

#me stuffs #my writing #jesus louisus #this was TOO MUCH #originally i was going to give the summary and pairing for each fic #but that would've taken a while #and i didn't feel like it

[nam-nam-joon]

sun goes down

Pairing: taehyung x reader

Genre: sensual, non-sexual make-out, comfort, confession

Wordcount: 2.3k

Warnings: this fic may contain consensual kisses and close, sensual, non-sexual contact

Summary: the days in the city are long and hot but when the sun sets you find yourself among the fields far from the asphalt and the skyscrapers, and it smells like strawberries. 

 Darkness covered the fields lining the small farm. The scent of strawberries wafted over with the gentle breeze, refreshing after a day of sun and heat in the city.

 There were small dots of light floating over the dark plants, mirroring the warm glow of the windows on the lower level of the house still lit.

 You picked up pace and closed the last meters between you and the front door.

He opened, his backside dipped in gold, slipping over the shoulders of his cotton shirt and creating a halo in his messy hair. Had his eyebrows first been raised did they now come down, a small smile, not unkindly, taking the place of his almost-frown.

"He didn't show again?"

"He, um, texted… Said there was something. Something his Dad had asked him to do, so he… couldn't…"

Your tongue got heavier, sluggish in forming around the words, wanting to delay the ending of your clumsy sentence; hopelessly trying to cover up what was oh so very plain to see for Taehyung.

Already you could catch the way his face settled, his hands clasped beneath his chin while he watched you eating the quick dinner he'd pulled out.

The truth was you were afraid of what he might say.

You knew it was ridiculous, how Jungkook showed up, demanding all your attention for a few hours and then was gone the next day, not bothering to call to let you know he was heading to the other side of the country, unable to attend the date you'd been scheduled for. If that was what it was - it felt like it just would have been a dinner among acquaintances.

Now Taehyung's hooded eyes were laying on you heavy as a blanket, with you withering in your seat.

But he didn't say anything.

Asked if you were done -you nodded- transferred your plate into the sink and then came around the large wooden table to stand next to you.

He looked so comfy like this.

In boxershorts and a thin white shirt, lips pursed at the expression you couldn't name on your own face, one hand reaching for your cheek but settling to tug on your shirt.

"Was watching a movie before you got here. Take a shirt from my room and meet me on the couch?"

You nodded and he moved on, freeing you of his presence. The pads of his feet made soft noises on the tiled floor when he slinked away, and you followed him soon after.

The shirt was large - would be large on Taehyung, too- almost reaching the mid of your thigh.

But it was freeing, not wearing the sticky clothes from the day anymore, and you relished in the sensation of cool air around your legs when you quietly approached the couch.

You sat down on one end, folding a leg beneath you, and waited for Taehyung to resume the movie. When he didn't you turned your head, question already on your tongue until you saw his narrowed eyes.

"What are you doing?" His gaze unwavering at the distance separating you. "C'mon over here."

And he held open the arm that had lain on the backrest before.

You scooted over, tentatively settling next to him, until he tsked and pulled you closer together, thighs touching, sides leaning into each other.

He was so warm, the weight of his body familiar, and it felt so good to be here again, with him.

The movie was a colourful animation piece, with less focus on the problems plaguing you day in and out.

You guessed it had been half-finished already when you joined, but it didn't look like Taehyung was really engrossed in it.

Cuddling closer to him you tapped on one of his hands, tracing your own fingers down his until the pads of his digits, rough from work on the fields, slid over your thigh absentmindedly while his eyes followed the action on screen.

His fingers travelled higher and higher until the fabric of the shirt bunched up and his thumb hooked into the waistband of your underwear, right where it span over the bone.

His palm wasn't soft but warm, and when it came to rest on your cooled skin, held you against him, it settled your fluttering midst.

By the time the credits rolled his lips were on your neck.

The hand not busy being hooked into your underwear cradled the side of your throat that couldn't receive his love and attention just yet.

He placed slow, open-mouthed, breathy kisses from your collarbones to your cheek, diligently touching every inch of skin he could reach, never leaving a mark that would be visible in the morning.

Special attention was given to your pulse point, soft lips pressed to the spot where your heartbeat was hammering away.

Occasionally his tongue licked over a stripe of skin, causing goosebumps to race over your legs.

His breath fanned over the tingling, sensitive skin and you shuddered.

"Nng… Taehyung," You mumbled, eyes unseeing the ceiling above. He hummed against your skin, unwavering in his caress. "I really need to go pee…"

One, two, three more presses of his soft lips before he leaned back with a sigh, heady gaze connecting with yours before his hands gave you free.

You rose, but couldn't move past him without pausing to take in his face like this.

His eyes dark, looking up from under his fringe, lips plush and red and wet and so…

His palms found the back of your thighs, smoothed over the skin there, tugged you closer until he could rest his chin over your belly and stare up at you like you were someone to worship. Or to bow to.

One of your hands came up to card through his hair, enticing a sigh from him. Warmth blossomed in your middle at the sight of him leaning into your touch, the way his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed, as if in great concentration.

When you stepped back he followed, rising to his feet with his hands never loosing contact.

They slid over the side of your legs, up, until they met with the soft flesh between hipbones and ribcage, squeezed once, held you close.

His forehead touched yours as did his nose, but you averted his searching gaze, instead rubbing over his chest through the shirt.

"How comes you're never jealous of Jungkook? You never- I always- You're always there, waiting for me, whenever he blows off. I always come to you, aren't you… unhappy... with someone's seconds? I don't… I don't deserve you, or your attention, I'm so - Why-"

A finger touching your bottom lip silenced your words, his eyes pinned on something around there when you tried to meet them.

A kiss pressed to the corner of your mouth, almost on your lips, followed by a soft sigh.

One of his hands slipped higher, brushing the first curve of a bone beneath your skin.

"Jungkook's not like me. He's a city boy, and he breathes the asphalt and glass and chrome… And he has your heart somewhere… In one of those suits his father has tailored for him, and I know you won't stay here. But I know what I have, we; us… he never will."

He walked you backwards through the room until your shoulders met with the wall, pressing featherlight kisses to your temple, your forehead, your cheek.

"Can your Jungkook do this?" He mumbled, dipping down to your neck again, and the words were vibrating on your skin when his lips already pressed against the formerly untouched skin before he could've finished his sentence.

"Does he know you like it when I-"

"Mh- Ah-ah-ah, Tae…"

You bend away from the ghost of his teeth dragging over your skin and yet held him close by his elbows, leaning into his touch as soon as he started to withdraw.

He knew you too well, knew too well how to make your knees weaken, but you loved it.

He pulled back after your fingers tightened in his hair, attempted to get him closer.

For the second time he placed his forehead against yours, but this time there was no smug look lurking in the edges of his features, no self-assurance lining his moves.

"I know what we have will end. Every time you come out to me could be the last - Once we finish Uni, there'll be no more reason for me to come to the city, and you'll no longer study with me and won't have a reason to come see me here. I know. But I'll never complain about what you give me, what you choose to show only me - I don't care if Jungkook is the one you'll end up with, I just know it won't be me, but until that day…"

His hands left your sides to come up to your face, and he cradled it so softly you were afraid of breaking him with an abrupt movement.

The pads of his thumbs touched the thin skin below your eyes, rubbed over your cheekbones.

In this moment, here and now, it felt strange to even imagine ever going this far with anyone else but the farmer's boy in your arms.

"You think I'll choose Jungkook?" You whispered, searching his face. He was still looking down, not meeting your gaze.

You had thought about it. Of course you had. But hearing it put into words, by Taehyung…

It didn't sound right.

"Why should I give up everything I have here, for someone that slips through my hands as easy as water? Why should I…"

But the questions were directed at yourself, and not Taehyung, even as you traced his features with a nimble finger.

He closed his eyes at your touch; tried to follow your movement, chased your hand and wanted more.

When you lowered it again, placed it against his heartbeat, a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"I love you." He whispered into the hair above your ear, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

And then he was gone, slipping into the shadows towards the bathroom, leaving you against the wall with the quiet house surrounding you.

You had suspected it, with the way his smiles would widen or shrink a tiny bit when directed at you. With the way he was so forgiving, with how he didn't mind your intrusion of his home or privacy.

But to hear it like this.

You trailed after him and found him under the harsh white light in the bathroom, scrubbing at his teeth already.

There was your toothbrush, and Taehyung's eyes that followed your movements when you wetted the brush and put toothpaste on it flitted back to his half of the sink. Under the light, with clear defined shadows, you were both almost different people.

He left before you, without having said a word.

The door to his room was ajar, allowing the sight of him in his shirt, his shoulders broad while putting sheets on a second blanket.

You didn't hesitate when approaching.

Your arms closed around his middle, your cheek rested against his spine, and he froze in his movements.

"I love you, too." You whispered to his shirt.

You could feel his steady breathing, how the tension left his body bit by bit, until all that was left was himself.

He turned in your grasp, half a smile on his face.

"Let's go to bed."

In the darkness only a thin sliver of grey, from the diffuse light of the moon somewhere outside, showed on his skin.

"Are you going to lose this?" He mumbled, finger hooked into the shirt still covering your upper half.

Some nights you would, and some nights you wouldn't, and Taehyung knew what it meant when you shed the last layer between him and you.

You looked into the pools that were his eyes and reached for the hem of the shirt.

With your head on his pillow, the expanse of his chest before you, you reached for his hand. His fingers threaded through yours, squeezed them tightly.

"I don't want to leave in the morning." You whispered. "I don't want to be surrounded by stone and people that don't care."

"What if you'll regret it? What if you'll say 'I wish I would have gone with him instead'? There is a whole world outside. You don't have to stay behind, here."

"But the world out there doesn't have you."

He kept quiet after your last word and you tilted his face towards yours, wrapping him in slow, steady kisses that never lasted long enough. He grew impatient at some point, rolled on his side to mirror your position and buried his hand in your hair to finally keep you close.

You were alone when you woke up the next morning.

The early sun touched the mist wafting over the fields outside, where Taehyung and his parents and their helpers would be now.

His closet was full of faded shirts that had turned pastel under the unrelenting sun, and with a straw hat on top of your head you set out to find them in the countless rows, breakfast in hand.

The morning air was cool and the dewy plants around your ankles wet.

He saw you before you saw him, and he came to the end of the row, hands flecked with dirt and bits of leaves and a little bit of red from the strawberries.

"Good morning." He said, voice low but with a smile on his face.

"Good morning." You said back, leaning forward and placing a smooch on the corner of his mouth - almost not on his cheek anymore.

He grinned into the affectionate kiss, grabbed your head and pressed one of his own kisses on your cheek, uncaring about his dirty hands.

Your muffled protest fell on deaf ears, but it was nice to have the warmth of his body against yours in the morning cold.

"Screw city people." You said quietly, head leaned against Taehyung's shoulder in his break.

His arm around your middle tightened, and the hum he gave off when his second hand held your head in a hug close to you, radiated happiness.

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[somethingusefulfromflorida]

What We Make for Ourselves

A story set soon after the events of Terminator: Dark Fate

Oakland, 2021

Sarah Connor’s knuckles were white as she maneuvered her jeep down the residential streets at highway speeds.  She and Dani were cutting it close as is, having spent the last year preparing their plan to storm the no-name tech startup in Silicon Valley that would soon create Legion.  She’d stopped Judgement Day once before, and she was sure she could do it again, but there was one last detour she needed to make in case their plan didn’t pan out.  Someone she wanted to warn.

She’d never thought about visiting him before.  She figured it would do no good, serve no purpose other than reopen old wounds.  Until recently, she didn’t even know where he lived, but with Judgement Day drawing nearer she decided to take initiative.  It didn’t take long to track him down; you’d be amazed how much you can find about a person on Google in a few minutes with just their full name.  By sheer coincidence, he lived in the Bay Area, so she waited until they were already headed up for their mission to squeeze in time for her little visit.  Might as well kill two birds with one stone.

Dani sat idly in the passenger seat, cradling a small manila envelope stuffed to the brim with building schematics.  Grace hadn’t given them much to work with in terms of intel besides a company name and a short window for when the grid was supposed to go down, but somehow they’d managed to find the right data cache and download the floor plan for the server farm that would soon host the Legion software; Skynet by any other name still reeked of shit.

Dani would rather be at the motel finalizing their game plan than out in the open so Sarah could wax sentimental for no good reason.  This outing was tactically dangerous, as they both had warrants for their arrest, Dani by ICE, Sarah by every intelligence community in the western world.  A couple of fake driver’s licenses and Milwaukee accents would do little to hide their identities once the feds got back on their trail.

Sarah slowed the jeep to a crawl as she rounded the final corner onto a dead end street that butted right up against MacArthur Freeway.  She parked on the curb between two houses, no doubt to the chagrin of their tenants, but immediately she knew she wouldn’t be there for long.

There he was

Right across the street, piling a small mountain of boxes into the back of an old pickup truck.  Sarah didn’t dare take her eyes off him, even for a second, lest he disappear back into the void that was her memory.  She hadn’t seen him in almost forty years, had almost forgotten his face, but all at once everything came flooding back.  Good memories and bad, of the last normal day she ever lived.  The day her best friend and mother were murdered by a machine, the day she went from an English major waiting tables to make ends meet to a soldier hellbent on stopping the end of the world.  That was a lifetime ago, but here he was in front of her, younger now than ever before.  She couldn’t help but stare, drinking in his face, memorizing every line, every curve. A man, probably his father, popped the truck’s hood and called to him as he checked the engine.

“Kyle, I’m topping her off with oil, but you need to remember to get gas before you hit the highway.”

“I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it, we’re not done loading my crap yet.”

Kyle Reese gingerly set down a duffel bag stuffed with unfolded clothes, and threw open the passenger side door.  He was getting ready for his first semester at school, and packing his truck was proving to be the hardest part of the transition.  “It’s like playing Tetris,” he quipped as he rearranged a few boxes, trying to will more space out of thin air.

He was taller than Sarah remembered.  This Kyle had had an unremarkable childhood and never missed a meal, he was a far cry from the malnourished guerrilla she knew.  Seeing him, this ghost from her past, living a normal life in a future she never thought she’d see, it was almost too much.  She only turned away from him once she began to feel tears well up in her eyes.  This encounter brought back too many painful memories, but pain, he once told her, can be controlled.  

Just disconnect it.

His dad disappeared back into the house, and was soon replaced by three boys around Kyle’s age, carrying even more boxes.

“Why you got so much shit, Reese?” asked a short black kid with glasses.

“Because I’m trying to make things are hard as possible for you guys, that’s why.”

An tall Asian kid propped his box on the trucks roof so he could free his hands.  “I’m really gonna miss you, man.”  He walked over to Kyle and scooped him in for an awkward bear hug.  Kyle tried not to laugh as he was lifted off his feet.

The kid with the glasses punched him playfully on the shoulder once the hugger finally put him down. “Hate to see you go, Reese.  You know, it’s never too late to drop out and stay home.”

“Tempting, but I’m already balls deep in student loans.  I might as well actually be a student for a while, otherwise they’d just be loans.”

“Things will never be the same without him,” cried a kid with a buzz cut, dramatically splaying himself out on the truck’s hood.  “Poor kid, he was so young!”

“I’m not dying guys, I’ll see you in a few months, I’m coming home for Thanksgiving.”

“I can still hear his voice.”

Sarah didn’t bother stepping out of the jeep, but turned to face the small crowd of high schoolers, legs dangling out the missing driver’s side door.  Dani followed her gaze across the street as she stowed the envelope in the glove compartment.

“That’s the friend you were talking about? He’s younger than I am.”

“I knew him, another him, from another time.  Things have changed a lot since then.”

Kyle’s mom came bounding out the front door and embraced her son in an even more awkward hug than his friend’s.

“My little Kyle, heading out to college, paying bills.  When’d you get so old?  You’re not allowed to be an adult yet, you were still in preschool last week.”

“Mo-o-om,” Kyle complained with a smile.  Only two of his friends laughed.  “You didn’t act like this when Derek left for school.”

“Sure I did, every year, and I’ll do the same for you because I like embarrassing you in front of your friends.  Now everyone come together.  Marc, Andy, Sawyer, stand next to Kyle, I want to get a picture.”

“You already took a ton of pictures.”

“And I’m gonna take a ton more before you leave, now stand there and smile.”

They all huddled together against his truck, and she kept directing them like she was making Christmas cards at Sears.  “Okay, now let’s have a funny one, everyone make a face.  Great.  Now let me get some with two of you at a time; Marc you’re first.”

Marc, the kid with the buzz cut, took this as an opportunity to force an exit.  “Hey, Mrs. Reese, why don’t you go get his dad, and I’ll take a photo of all three of you.  A family portrait, wouldn’t that be nice, Kyle?”

“Oh, I can’t think of anything better.”

She smirked, taking their hint.  “I’ll be right back,” she said as she disappeared back into the house, calling her husband’s name.

“Quick, help me pack everything now and I’ll be gone before she gets back,” Kyle joked once she was out of earshot.

Three of the four boys began stuffing thing into the passenger side, well after it was full to capacity, but the bespectacled Sawyer stood back by himself for a few moments.  Sarah’s eyes were still locked on Kyle, but Sawyer’s eyes were locked on her.

“Hey,” he called to his friends.  “What’s wrong with this picture?”

“What’s up?”

“There’s an old lady staring at you, Reese.  She’s been staring for like five minutes.”

Kyle looked over at Sarah, and she immediately turned away.

“Good for her,” he said without a second thought.  He continued with the task at hand, trying to force an uncooperative shoe box into the space beneath the passenger seat.

“Isn’t that creepy?”

“Not really, she’s just some lady, she’s not hurting anyone.”

“You ever heard of stranger danger?  She’s giving you the bedroom eyes, you’re gonna wind up in her windowless van.”

“Dude, shut up, she can probably hear you.  Besides, that’s a jeep, it’s got nothing but windows, I’ll be fine.”  Kyle turned back to Sarah who was trying to keep herself busy by reading the warranty sticker on the windshield.  Dani nudged her to let her know Kyle was looking, and when she turned back to him, he smiled at her and waved.

Sawyer punched him on the shoulder again, less playfully this time.  “Stranger. Danger.  Windowless van.  It’s your funeral, Reese.”

“Shut the fuck up, man. She’s probably a friend of my mom’s or something.”

With that, Sarah emerged from the jeep and walked over to the boys.  Dani also stepped out so she could have a better look, but remained on the far side of the street.  Sawyer tried to motion for his friends to head back towards the house, but none of them moved as Sarah stopped a few feet short of the curb.

“Kyle Reese?” She didn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but she couldn’t believe it was truly him.

“Never heard of him,” Sawyer said at the exact same moment Kyle responded “yes.”  A third punch, not playful at all.

“It’s really good to see you, Kyle.”

“Um, yeah, it’s good to see you too.  How, uh, how have you been?”

“You can stop pretending like you know me.  You don’t.”

“Okay, cause I was gonna say… Can I help you? What’s up?”  This woman was at least a decade older than his mom, and her face wasn’t familiar at all.  He had thought that maybe she was an old babysitter of his, or he’d seen her at church or something, but he was now drawing a complete blank.

“I’m actually here to help you, Kyle.  You see, there’s a storm coming.  Something big, something bad, and I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to stop it.”

Kyle’s friends had backed into his yard, but he remained where he was on the curb.  As she took a step closer to him, a gear in the back of his mind began turning, and he got the feeling that he had seen her before, but still couldn’t place where.

She told him a date and a list of cities to avoid, suggesting he head out into the desert and stay there. Andy inched his way towards Kyle and gingerly grabbed his shoulder.  “C’mon man, I think your mom’s calling us, we should head back inside.”

Sarah stared into his soul with such intensity that he was a deer in the headlights, unable to move. She reached into a jacket pocket and pulled out another manila envelope, thinner than Dani’s, and handed it to him. His friends shook their heads, silently imploring him not to take it, but he did anyway.

Dani, seeing that the handoff was complete, beat the hood of the jeep to call Sarah back over.  “We’re burning daylight, we should head out.  Andale.”

“Just a second,” Sarah cried over her shoulder.  She turned back to Kyle, who was holding the envelope out at arm’s length like it could explode at any moment.  “I don’t have time to explain everything right now, but it’s really important that you trust me on this, Kyle.  Your future is at stake.  I don’t have a lot of people left I still care about, but you’re one of them.  Have courage in the dark times to come.  I’ll try to help you with what you must soon face, but just know that the future is not set.  There is no fate but what we make for ourselves.  You must be stronger than you imagine you can be.  You must survive.”

She turned and walked away, climbing back into her jeep without another word.  The engine roared to life, and she and Dani sped away, returning to the mission at hand, leaving the four cowering boys in their wake.

“The fuck was that?” Sawyer finally managed.  “I mean, what the fuck was that about? What kind of shady ass drug dealer shit was that? Do not open that envelope, it could be a bomb or anthrax or something.”

“Dude, that was sketchy as hell,” Marc said, his voice wavering with adrenaline.  “You need to tell your parents.”

“Who was she?” Andy asked, clutching his chest.

“I don’t know,” Kyle answered, tearing open the envelope before his friends had time to yell anything coherent.  Inside was a long handwritten note which he’d accidentally torn in half.  He had no time to read it before his parents came bounding back out of the house for their last family photo.  The four friends broke apart and pretended like they had been loading the car this whole time; Kyle’s dad could tell they were hiding something, but didn’t want to ask what.

Kyle balled up the note in one hand and unceremoniously tossed it into the open window of his truck. He’d read it later and give his friends the full report, but he didn’t want his parents to know a thing, not yet at least.  They took their photos, said their goodbyes, shared more hugs, and finally got all of his stuff wedged in such a way that nothing would fall out, and he hit the road just in time to get stuck in rush hour traffic.

He unwadded the note and barely made it through the first line before he froze.

“My name is Sarah Connor,” it read.

Sarah Connor.  THE Sarah Connor.

He’d heard her name a few times over the years.  She was a domestic terrorist wanted for blowing up a computer company back in the 90s. They called her the Cyberdyne Bomber, and her name was up there with the likes of Ted Kaczynski and Timothy McVeigh. She’d been in the news recently because she was finally caught at the US-Mexico border trying to sneak back across. She’d apparently killed a ton of guards and stolen a police helicopter, then crashed it into a dam or something like that. Kyle hadn’t kept up with the news with quite the same intensity as his parents.

He realized now that that’s where he knew her face from…

“Holy shit.”

He pulled off at the first exit he came to and parked at a gas station so he could read the whole thing in peace.  He’d heard that she was a crazy person, the news said she was schizophrenic, that she believed there were evil aliens robots trying to take over the world. Her note was legible, to say the least, but no less fantastical than the news made her out to be.

The end of the world was coming, fire and fury would rain down from the heavens, machines would rise up against man to exterminate all life on Earth.  And here he was, stuck in the middle of it all.  She claimed she knew him in a past life, one of his past lives apparently, or a future life, it didn’t make a lot of sense.  Something to do with time travel, with a rogue AI called Skynet, but it’s also called Legion, but then only recently?  She was trying to stop the end of the world, but didn’t know if she’d be successful, and just wanted to give him a heads up so he didn’t die like four billion others.

He’d lived through several end-of-the-world prophecies since he was a kid, but he’d never given them much thought.  June 6, 2006, 666, Biblical Revelations, nothing happened.  May 21, 2011, the rapture, nothing happened.  December 21, 2012, the Mayan calendar, nothing happened.  And now Connor was convinced that the world was going to end later this month, but for real this time, and wanted him specifically to know about it.

Why had a domestic terrorist singled him out like this?  Was he in danger?  Was his family?  He considered calling the police, the FBI, the crime stoppers hotline, anything, but he wasn’t sure what he’d even say.  At the bottom of the note was a cellphone number with too many digits, obviously international, and he typed it into his phone almost without thinking. He couldn’t stop himself from doing it anymore than he could force himself to call the police.  He was on autopilot, fight or flight mode, and he had apparently chosen fight.

It rang once, twice, then connected with no greeting.  He could hear the wind whipping by on the other side, a car on the highway.  With caution, he threw out a feeble “hello,” secretly hoping she wouldn’t be there and he could pretend none of this had happened.

“Talk to me, Reese.”

Fuck. “Is this really Sarah Connor?”

“Yes, Kyle.  It is.”

“What’s going on?”

“Did you read my note or not?”

“None of that’s… it’s not… But that’s all BS… Isn’t it?”  He sounded unconvinced, one way or the other.

So, Sarah had some convincing to do.

“Kyle, listen to me very carefully…”

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[raindrop-on-a-spiderweb]

On The Street Where You Live, Part 3

Last part guys. After this I will try and work on the main story. Hope you enjoyed this crazy AU!

***

Patience stared at the bathroom wall, tears welling in her eyes.

Her period always came like clockwork, every second of the month. It was the fourteenth, and she was late. This morning she had woken up nausea so severe she vomited in the toilet. And the nausea had struck again in gym class.

Someone rapped irritably on the bathroom door. "Are you done in there?"

"NO!" She burst out. 

She heaved silent sobs, burying her face in her hands. There was graffiti on the bottom of the door. EVAN AND BETH FOREVER surrounded by a heart.

She wondered who Evan and Beth were. They were probably a happy couple, waiting to graduate and marry. He would probably have a good job, and her parents would like him, not like Patience and Salvatore.

She pressed the heels of her wrists into her eyes and let her sobs overwhelm her.

***

It was a bright afternoom at the butcher shop, and for once, the only thing that was being chopped there was meat. A black-haired young man was taking inventory when the front door jangled and he looked up.

As soon as Salvatore saw who it was, he appeared frustrated. "What the hell are you doing here, Leo Angelino?"

The boy looked about as out-of-place in the butcher shop as a lion would on a Kansas farm, with his uniform and carefully coiffed hair. "I am not frequenting your lovely establishment for the charming array of services you offer. I am here to speak to a certain person, that person being you."

"You coulda just said 'I'm here to talk to you.'"

"Yes, but then I wouldn't be able to see the charming look on your face as you attempted to the decipher the big words in my speech."

"What the fuck do you want?"

He put his elbows on the counter and leaned forward until his nose nearly touched Salvatore's. "I hear you're dating Richard Winslow's daughter."

Salvatore looked disgrunted. "Well, I was for a while. Don't know where she's gotten to as of late."

Leonardo toyed with the edge of the frayed paper menu. "I think, for the good of you both, you should stop seeing her."

"That ain't none of business, you god damn faggot. What do you care?"

"Just look at you. You already have a criminal record, you work a dead-end job, you have no prospects. You're just a hooligan from the wrong side of the tracks."

He leaned closer, and Salvatore stood his ground, but his fists were clenched and trembling.

"She deserves so much better than you and you know it. That's probably why she's not seeing you anymore. She realized that you're no good, Salvatore. It would be best if you simply... moved on."

"SHUT UP!" 

He pushed Leonardo backwards. "If you ain't buying, you got no reason to be here. If you don't get out right now I'm gonna throw you out."

Leonardo held up his hands, backing away, but kept that irritating smile on his face. When the door swung shut, Salvatore turned and punched the wall, his fist crumpling the cheap wood.

His father barked at him to get back to work, and he did so slowly.

***

Leo was there. He was always there. She wanted to punch him as soon as he looked over at her and smiled.

"Patience honey, welcome home. There's a sandwich in the fridge for your lunch. I'm making pot roast tonight." Marilyn crossed one leg over the other, and Patience noted she wasn't wearing pantyhose. "Can you take the clothes out of the drier?" She flipped her hair ostentatiously, eyes on the young blond man beside her.

Tormented by her thoughts, she trudged down the basement. Her mind was whirring, caught in a circle like a broken toy, and she didn't notice someone enter in after her until the door clicked shut.

She whirled around. "What are you doing here?" Her blood pressure spiked as she recognized the golden-haired menace that had ruined her life.

 "Just here to help with laundry. I'm always around the house, so it's just natural that I help with chores."

The basement was really more of closet. There was enough room for a washer and dryer and that was about it. So he and Patience were stuck very close, so close they could not help but touch as they unloaded the drier. His hand skimmed her breasts, bottom and back, all under the pretense of accidence.

"Stop it!" She snapped. "Just--just hold the basket!"

After she was done loading the clothes, she turned to the door, he held it shut with his arm. He stood there, face an inch from her own, staring intently. He cocked it. "Patience."

For some reason she was afraid, even though he had no way of telling, that he had found out about her pregnancy. He's going to blackmail me. Just another way he has power over me.

"Why don't you like me?"

She started. It sounded like an honest question. Maybe it was. "Because you're sleeping with my mom and making her run around on my dad."

"Hmm. Well, maybe that can change." Leonardo hoped on top of the washing machine, staring down at her. "You really want me to stop fooling with your mother?"

"Yes, I do! Just leave her alone! Leave my whole family alone!"

"Well. Maybe we can come to an agreement." He smiled, showing perfect white teeth. "How about this. I stop with your mother... and you take her place."

She stood frozen, teeth gritted and body made of stone. "I--" and for a moment she thought, then Mom and Dad will stay together. I'm pregnant, he can't do anything to me like he was threatening to. Maybe just--just to keep him away from Mommy--

He took her by the arm and pulled her forward. "My father is very rich. I'm going to Yale next year. I'm an even an Altar Boy at The Church of the Holy Virgin

That boyfriend of yours is no-good and you know. I can buy you anything you want, get you a house, take you to Europe."

He sounded like he was giving her more of a sales pitch than asking her to be his lover. She studied him closely, at his fine, delicate features, his high cheekbones and arched nose and long eyelashes. Could she wake up beside him? 

She just focused on his features, trying to ignore everything else about the boy, all her memories of the way he had slammed her against the wall and forced his way into her, about how her mommy looked at him with adoring eyes, on the disgusting words he had whispered in her ears that fateful night, and just focused on those blue, blue eyes.

He leaned down slowly, giving her time to pull away, and cupped her face. When his mouth was a fraction away from hers, and his breath was spilling over her lips, she yanked away, her gorge rising. 

"Get lost, Borghese. I'm never going to be your girl," she snarled resentfully, her bitterness taking over as she carried the basket of laundry out of the basement.

***

"Well, hey there, Pat. Haven't seen you around lately."

Jack Salandra was sitting outside the butcher shop in a folding chair, smoking a cigarette.

"Do you know where Salvatore is?"

"He's in the back talking to someone."

"I need to speak with him."

"He's busy. You should come back in an hour, I think he'll be closing up."

"No. You don't understand. I REALLY need to speak with him."

Something in her trembling voice gave him pause, and he put out his cigarette and stood up. "Give me a minute."

Soon after, Sal emerged, looking livid. His butcher's apron was stained with blood. "What the fuck is your problem? First we go to the prom together. Then you ghost me for a whole month, leaving me wondering what the hell happened to you. And now you're showing up at my door begging to talk to me?"

She swallowed hard and looked down the street. "It's... it's really, really important. Is there somewhere where we can be alone?"

He led her to an alleyway behind the butcher shop, occupied only by a dumpster where she assumed spoiled meat was dumped because of the smell.

She took a deep breath, skin prickling, and when she spoke the words, the shocked silence was so loud it buzzed in her ears.

"I'm pregnant."

Salvatore's face settled into a blank look of shock. His eyes were so wide around his black iris that it was ringed by white.

"A-are you sure?"

"Yeah. My mom had the same symptoms when she was pregnant with me. And it's--the timeline adds up. I know... it's yours, Salvatore."

Salva slowly sank to the ground, shaking. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. Vaffanculo..." and he began to sob.

Him crying make her start to cry too, but she lashed back. "What are you crying for? You're not the one who's pregnant!"

He wiped his tears off with his bloody apron.

Patience felt the weight of despair crush her, a woman barely into her teens and saddled with the child of the last person she'd want to be pregnant by. How could she finish high school now? What would her parents say? Did she have to get married? She didn't want to marry Salvatore. She wanted to go to college and be a police officer like her father. How could she do that with a child, and married to someone she'd more likely arrest than not? He smoked. He skipped school. He hit her. That 'bad boy' image he gave off that had so charmed her at first now alienated her, disgusted her. How could she marry someone like that? 

Life was going too fast for her. She wanted this to be a nightmare she would wake up from.

"What are we gonna do, Salvatore?" 

"I gotta tell my mom. Fuck, she's gonna kill me. It's all over. You better tell your parents too."

The thought of introducing Sal as the father of her child made her feel sick. She often hated how long the walk back to her house from the butcher shop was, but this time, she wished it were longer. Every step she took was weighted down by concrete blocks.

When her two-story green townhome came in sight, her heart began to pound. When she pulled the door open, she saw her father in a sweater, reading the news, and her mom watching television.

When her father saw her, he got up to hug her. She hugged her father, inhaling his familiar smell. She never wanted to let go. 

"I'm sorry I've been away for so long, baby. Work's been rough. But the Chief is giving me some time off this week. What do you say you, your mom and I do something this weekend? Go to an amusement park? See a movie?"

Oh, daddy. If only you knew.

"That sounds good, Daddy." She kept the sob out of her voice, but it welled up again as she sat down beside her dad to watch TV. Harry Truman was giving a speech. Every single word out of his mouth might as well have been gibberish.

"Honey, have you been crying?" Mommy looked up. She was in her favorite dress, the red gingham one. Patience remembered her wearing it a lot as a child. Her apron was smeared, like she had just been cooking.

 "Are you all right? Did Mr. Oleson yell at you again? Tell your mommy."

"No." She wiped her eyes. "I--I--I need to, talk, to you. About something?"

"What is it, junebug?" Daddy looked down at her, worry knitting his brow. His green eyes, just like hers, were filled with concern as more tears streaked down her face.

"I'm--" her voice caught in her throat like a stone. "I'm pregnant."

For a moment, all she heard was Harry Truman's voice crackling through the speakers.

Then two things happened.

Her father leaped up and started shouting, and her mother began to sob.

"You're fifteen years old! You are fifteen years old! How did you let this happen?"

"No, no, oh god, please no, Patience--"

"How could you ruin your life like this? You were going to college! You're on the honor roll! How, how could you be so--" Richard was shouting, red in the face, and he took her by her shoulders and shook her.

"How did it happen? Who did it? How old is he? Was he your teacher?" Mommy was still crying, but she got her questions rapid-fire.

"No," she managed to get out between sobs. "I-It wasn't. He--was--he's in my high school. He works at the butcher shop around the corner, the one on Franklin Lane. He--his name is S-Salvatore Mallozzi."

The room went silent again, the calm before a storm, and then the storm crashed down.

"SALVATORE MALLOZZI? I arrested that boy for assault and theft! He spat in my face! You're telling me that you let him--"  Richard was shaking hard, and Patience wondered whether he would collapse. He was gripping her shoulders so hard they erupted in pain.

Mommy had lapsed into crying again, except this time, more desperately. When she spoke again, her voice was a scream. She slapped her errant daughter so hard her face exploded with pain. "Why are you acting the whore? Where's your common sense? I thought you would have learned from your Aunt Minnie! A dago? Why did you let some FUCKING Italian--"

"You're one to talk!" She shouted back, holding her aching cheek. Her fury and agony was bursting, making her lash out. "What with you and Leonardo!"

The moment she let those words leave her lips, she regretted it more than anything in her life.

Her daddy loosened her arms, slowly, and turned to his wife. "Marilyn," he said, his voice sapped of emotion.

Mommy looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "I was going to tell you," she whispered.

He sat down, shaken and pale. "Why?" He asked simply. "Why Silvio's son?"

"You were never here," she said. "He was. He told me I was beautiful. He--" she stopped and looked away. "I know I can't explain it to you. I know nothing I can say would explain it. But it's so lonely without you."

Richard said nothing, but buried his face in his hands. 

Patience sat, frozen, aware distantly of her  life crumbling around her. She felt like she was floating above the room, looking down at a bunch of strangers.

"Richard," Mommy said, "I'm leaving you. And I'm taking Patience."

This isn't happening. This isn't happening.

Richard walked over to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of amber liquid. He chugged his first few swallows straight from the bottle. Then he took a crystal glass and poured a generous amount in it.

Harry Truman was talking about the Soviet Union.

The three sat in absolute silence, the only sound the clinks of Daddy's glass and the occasional sniff of Mommy's.

How much time had passed, she did not know, but Daddy finally drained his glass and sat up before making his way purposefully to the door.

Patience jumped. "Daddy, where are you going?"

He did not answer, but she had a forboding feeling she knew, so she followed him out of the door.

Richard took step after step, and although he was staggering drunk, his mind was laser-focused on one thing. He ignored his daughter's pleas as he headed for the one place Patience feared--the butcher shop.

As soon as it came within sight she seized his arm, but he shook her off like a fly. One hundred and fifty pounds of Massachusetts rage bulled his way into the butcher shop.

Salvatore was sitting at a table, holding an icepack to his cheek. Opposite him was Malone, and a smattering of other undesirables. Richard marched up to the table and decked Salvatore.

The crack was louder than anything in the room, and Salvatore was flung backwards onto the floor. Richard was shouting drunkenly, drowning out the pleas of Malone.

"Winslow! Calm yourself! The boy's mother is crying in the next room!"

"YOU FUCKING DIRTY CRIMINAL WOPS--"

"Winslow! Winslow! The boy has agreed to marry the girl, there nothing to be upset about!"

"As if I would let my daughter marry one of you people! Patience is fifteen! I have my handcuffs here and I am arresting him and taking him to jail! I'm putting him away on statutory rape charges!"

Salvatore had scrambled back on his hands and knees and had his back against the wall, trembling with blood pouring down his face. Malone was in front of him, blocking him from Richard's wrath.

"Daddy," Patience pleaded, hanging onto him. "Please stop this, let's talk, please stop yelling--"

He shook her off, knocking her a few steps back. "My daughter," he snarled. "Is not marrying that boy. She is going to an unwed mother's home, and when the baby is adopted, she is coming back and she is finishing her education. Put the god damn handcuffs on!"

He lunged forward, and Malone pulled a bat out from behind the counter. They clashed with the thud of wood on skin.

Patience sat there, sobbing quietly as her father fought fiercely, throwing punches and shouts against weapons.

And as the other people in the butcher shop closed in, she didn't want to see her daddy beaten within an inch of his life, so she backed out of the butcher shop, her shoulders against the glass.

She ran home, the sky waning on her and the sky beginning to warm with orange on the horizon. Each thudding step she took jolted her to her brain.

The home she saw looked alien now--it held no comfort for her. When she pushed in, heaving her breaths, her mommy was on the phone. She heard the word Leo.

When she came inside, her mommy put down the phone and looked up. She opened her mouth to say something, but said nothing.

Patience stood there silently. 

Surveying the wreckage of her life and the ways it would go from now on, she made the wisest decision of her short life.

***

Patience shoved handfuls of her clothes into her suitcase, breaths trembling and frantic. She stopped by her parents' room and swept the emergency money in the bedside drawer into her suitcase.

She clicked the suitcase shut and ran downstairs, her shoes thudding on the steps. Her mother met her in the living roo, saw her suitcase, and she panicked. "Where are you going, Patience?"

"Away. I'm going away, mommy, I'm leaving, and I'm not coming back."

Marilyn seized her daughter's arm. "Don't do this, Patience! Don't do this! Please, come with me, don't leave me alone!"

"Why'd you do it, Mommy?" All Patience wanted to do was bury her face in her mother's skirt and cry. She wanted to be a little girl again, when her parents loved each other and her.

"You don't know what it's like. You know your daddy is never here. I had to raise you by myself. You think he's the hero? You know why he's gone so often? So he doesn't have to deal with the responsibility. I'm lonely, Patience. And I've been alone ever since I had you. I'm fed up with it."

"But why did it have to be him?"

Her mother said nothing, but there were tears in her eyes too, and an enormous unsaid weight between them.

Patience looked at the face that was so like hers, the tiny nose, the heart-shaped face, the pink lips. 

"I love you, Mommy. But you made your choice. And I can't stay here. I will not live with that man. I'm not going to an unwed mother's home. And I'm not marrying Salvatore, either."

She pushed past her mother, into the road, and chose a direction and started running, away from a broken home she would never return to.

***

Patience walked down the highway, thumb sticking out. Car after car passed her until a rattling sedan with a loose license plate slowed down. "Are you looking for a lift?" Called the driver.

The car was in such bad shape she almost refused, but the sun was going down and she needed a ride before nightfall. "Sure."

She put her suitcase in the backseat and hopped in the front seat. As soon as she slamed the door, the sedan was rattling off down the highway.

The driver was a young man in an ill-fitting gray suit and tie. He had slicked-back blond hair that was graying along the temples, despite his youth. "Where are you headed?" 

"Just outside of town. What about you?"

He laughed bitterly. "Garland City Courthouse. I'm divorcing my wife. You know what the real ironic thing is? I'm actually an attorney. A public defender. But because I don't know jack about divorce proceedings, I had to hire my own. And I really can't afford to spend the money."

The car coughed, like it was agreeing with him. "I'm sorry to hear that. Why did you split up?"

"Because she's not satisfied with the money I make. She always wants new fur coats, new pearls, new nights on the town. Women are never satisfied. It's always something with them."

Patience had a distinct feeling that that was only half the story, but did not pursue it.

"I understand. My parents are leaving each other, too."

"Is that why you're out here all alone?"

She looked ahead as rain began to speckle the windshield. "Yeah. Well, that, and--" she thought of Salvatore, and the baby, and instinctively cupped her stomach. "Other reasons."

"You should go back. I bet they're worried stiff. If my son disappeared on me, I'd lose my mind. Of course, he's only two, so there's not a lot of places he could go."

Patience thought of her mother, lost, staying up nights worrying desperately about her daughter. About her father, coming back to an empty home without his wife and daughter. She rubbed her eyes. I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm sorry, Daddy.

I guess I was just too much of a coward to deal with this. So I ran away instead.

Then she thought of Salvatore, of what he would think, how he would wonder what happened to his child. Would he wonder? Or would he just be glad he didn't have deal with the trouble anymore?

The night was beginning to fall, turning the sky blue-black. Patience spotted a bus stop through the shield of rain, right besside the sign stating Robichaux National Forest. "Drop me off here. I'll catch a bus."

The man slowed down. She hopped out and took her briefcase.

The man propped up his elbow on the steering wheel. "Which way are you headed, kid?"

She shielded her eyes against the rain. The trees towered above her like black, watching sentinels.

"California," she said. "Yeah. California sounds good." Somewhere far, far away, as far as she could get. "Thanks a lot, mister. I never got your name."

"Charlie Sawyer." He shook her hand. "And you?"

On the spur of a moment, she chose a false name, one that, considering who she was talking to, spared her a lot of suffering. "Beth Evans."

"Well, Beth. Best of luck to you."

"Thanks. Best of luck to you too, Charlie."

Patience watched his blinking tail lights vanish into the darkness, and sat down in the sanctuary of the bus stop, waiting for the rain to stop.

She slid her hand underneath her shirt and held it there, as if she could feel the heartbeat of her unborn child.

It's just you and me now, baby. Just us, in this big bad world.

The rain poured down harder, as if it would never stop.

THE END

#bonus chapter