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hermesserpent-stuff · 5 months

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I perhaps ask if one of them could be freakarelated but it is not a requirement :>

but then, what if i made them all freakazoid related? hmmm??

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Dexter lies in a ditch and wonders at how unfair the world can be. Freakazoid mutters something but his friend is too exhausted to make sense. Not that Freakazoid always made sense in the best of times, but at least it was normally a human language and not garbled computer noises. Dexter makes a noise of sympathy and keeps staring up at the black sky.

There are so many clouds. If stars could have been seen, they are most certainly hidden. He groans as he lies there in the muck out in the middle of nowheresville USA. How did he even get here? He closes his eyes as he tries to recall.

Freakazoid had been out. The hero had decided to do a bit of quick traveling. And somehow they had landed in the middle of Tennessee, just a bit to the left of Nashville. Longhorn had unfortunately been in the area, once again trying to revitalize his music career. The Lobe had been present and trying to help the other villain.

Not out of any belief that Longhorn had any musical talent. In fact, when Lobe had cornered Freakazoid partway through the battle, he admitted to having alternative motives. Lobe had secretly wanted all of country music destroyed and replaced with Broadway tunes. Dexter had rolled his eyes in the Dexterzone at the belief and then had to watch the whole fight. Longhorn had returned at some point with an amplified guitar that batter Freakazoid with sonic waves and the Lobe fires off lighting blasts.

A fun fight according to Freakazoid.

A little too close of a call according to Dexter.

It had taken up almost all of the hero’s energy to trounce the villains. When he tied them up, Freakazoid had attempted to jet home. Freakazoid had tried to turn into a bolt of light and ended up stumbling. The hero had then tried running and ended up falling on the side of a dirt road with a groan. Dexter had been forced out, exhaustion hitting him from the awkward switch that caused him to end up rolling into the ditch.

The ditch he has spent the last several minutes, hours, years, laying in. He feels the hours starting to weigh on him. The ditch is not too bad, all things considered. He is not even cold. Or wet. He gives a jaw-cracking yawn even as his body is too tired to move.

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Freakazoid mumbles. Dexter yawns in response to the hexadecimal code.

‘Mmkay. Night to you too.’

And then Dexter falls asleep in the not-too-uncomfortable ditch. The warm Tenessee night fills with ambient noise as the nerd sleeps on.

49 Little Candy Raver

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Freakazoid finds himself twitching a bit inside of the Freakazone. Dexter had spent most of the day taking end-of-the-semester tests and it is driving him a little batty to have no real inputs. Dexter had put a mental block on their mind link to both have some peace while filling out the test and to avoid the chance of cheating with Freakazoid’s connection to the internet.

Freakazoid would be offended but he knows that Dexter takes his grades as a matter of pride. Just about one of the only things that he is proud of. He sighs as he twitches again. He prefers having someone to talk to. It is so painful to have all these thoughts and to have no one to bounce them off of. He had tried to talk to his inner child, just for a bit of conversation, but had been very rudely ignored. See if he got that squirt candy ever again.

He bounces about, flicks the TV on and off, tries to play music and immediately hates all of his choices. He finds it harder and harder to be still, eyes constantly flicking to the ridiculously large ticking clock that had appeared in the Freakazone this morning as a dark herald of the hours of boredom that he was about to be doomed to. It ticks and tocks with no care for how evilly slow it is going. He tried breaking it earlier but it seems to be him proof.

Which he feels should be some sort of crime. If he could get Cosgrove in here to tell it off, that would be just swell. Then he could chat Cosgrove’s ear off.

Ugh. He does another round of bouncing, flicking his tv on and off, and testing out his stereo. He groans loudly.

Then.

Finally.

Impossibly…

Dexter reopens the link and Freakazoid leans into it as much as he can. He wraps up Dexter in how much he had missed his nerd and all the stray thoughts that had been bugging him. Dexter seems faintly amused and tired. He sends back soothing feelings and a promise that Freakazoid could come out to run soon. Just a little longer. Freakazoid buzzes.

-Really??-

He asks, very hopeful that he can go on patrol. Or run. Just running sounds amazing.

‘Yep. Soon Freak. Soon. Just wait for the bell to ring, okay?’

Freakazoid quickly agrees. He keeps chattering to Dexter, mostly because he can. Silence does not suit him, and being stuck in the Freakazone feels like it amplifies that silence so much that he has to make up for it by talking twice as much.

When Dexter lets him out, the nerd sends a wave of relief. Dexter is tired from his tests. Freakazoid invites him to sleep while he runs around. Dexter quickly hums agreement from the Dexterzone. Freakazoid keeps running around, shifting from electricity to physical form as his nerd sleeps. Perfect. A nice perfect afternoon.

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Dexter looks out at the ocean. The grand Pacific Ocean. He had glimpsed it before; out a car window and through Freakazoid’s eyes. But this is the first time that he has stood on the west-coast of the United States.

Dexter had long harbored a secret dream. A slightly silly one that his brother had mocked upon hearing at the age of seven before punching his arm with a huff. Dexter had kept pretty quiet about it since then, but it is a little hard to hide everything from the other person sharing your head space.

The nerd looks out at the salty water breathing in the air. It is sharp in his nostrils. He takes a hesitant step forward toward the crashing waves. His little dream.

When he had been seven, his family had visited the beach in Florida. It had been a rather big trip, with several hours spent in the car to reach their destination. And Dexter had taken several steps into the Atlantic and come up with his wish. A strong wish to have walked in the ocean on both sides of the continent.

He had gotten close before, on an earlier family car trip. But Duncan had raised a fuss about taking too long and they had missed the beach altogether. A tragedy that made him hate his brother with a burning passion for a few days.

Now though.

Now he has his chance.

Freakazoid had found out about his wish yesterday and had wanted to act immediately. Dexter pointed out that it was almost midnight and he certainly did not want to be awake any longer. A quick jaunt across the country was not going to make them any less exhausted from dealing with Cave Guy. Freakazoid had conceded with a hum that Dexter had known meant the conversation was not over.

He takes another few steps and his bare feet hit the water. Oh so cold. He probably should have expected it to be cold. Freakazoid giggles in the back of his mind and Dexter shushes him with a huff. No reason for him to deal with mockery from inside of his skull. He scrunches his nose and jumps back from an overeager wave.

Despite the nipping cold, he finds himself satisfied. He had achieved his wish. He takes a breath. He can achieve his other wishes and goals. With Freakazoid at his back, how could he not?

#hermes speaks #ask hermes #freakazoid #dexter douglas #freakazoid dexter #writing #spotify wrapped challenge #spotify wrapped

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datawyrms · 2 years

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During a vacation, Danny learns that the ghost stories of the west aren't just stories- and his aunt knows more than she lets on. In fact, she may even know more than Danny’s parents. One last thing for Phic Phight! enjoy a bit of silly :v @imdeadtiredtm

Really, being off in the middle of nowhere wasn’t exactly Danny’s idea of a great vacation. Mom and dad might think it was the best thing in the world, but he didn’t get the appeal of bugs, dirt and other random biting critters.

At least Aunt Alica’s cabin was cozy enough when they were actually inside. The main problem was when they were outside with all the nothing to do out there. He chased enough things that wanted to punch him back home, he wasn’t going to do it for fun. Not when the ‘smell’ of nature was just kinda bad.

There was one surprising upside. Aunt Alicia was pretty good at getting his parents to follow the ‘no ghost hunting’ rules. Apparently the wild outdoors helped distract them better? Whatever, it gave him a break from hearing what sort of things ghosts should fear if his parents caught them. Which meant he could sit on the porch and peel potatoes with his aunt in relative peace

“Honestly, I’m so tired of those kids and their camcorders running around going ‘oh we’re gonna find me a sasquatch’ or ‘that bigfoot is a big ape’ nonsense.”

“People still believe in that?” Danny raised an eyebrow, a little curious. Even if it was a bit silly to be skeptical when he was a half dead kid that fought ghosts all the time.

“Mmhm. Not totally wrong, but all their sightings? Hogwash.”

“Wait, you believe there’s Sasquatches out there or something?”

“Believe? No, no. I know there’s fuzzy big things out there.”

“Bears?”

She shook her head with a grin. “Nah, not bears. They aren’t apes either.”

Ah. So the weirdness came from mom’s side of the family. Only instead of ghosts, she wanted to find magical big monster things. “Okay, I’ll bite. What are they then? Ghosts?”

“Might be. Nothin like how your parents talk about ghosts like though. Perfectly sensible critters.”

“Oh.So what are they really like then?” Why not. It was more interesting than hearing about outhouse maintenance.

“No one ever gets the horns. Got these icy sorta things right on their heads!” She paused her peeling to demonstrate with her hands. “Don’t stick around long, but they’re around.”

“Uh. Like yetis with horns, maybe?” She couldn’t possibly mean?

“Sure! Abominable snowmen, yetis, whatever you wanna call em.”

“And you’ve seen them.”

“Talked to em. Friendly enough once they know you aren’t gonna load em full of buckshot.”

He was absolutely staring at her now. Absolutely not. Surely. “So they talk. And you’ve talked to them.”

“Mhm.”

Would he be way too obvious if he asked about them? If he suggested he might know these yetis she just apparently sees up here in nowheresville Arkansas? “They say anything interesting?”

“Mighta.”

Danny focused back on the potatoes, taking that as enough of a ‘time to stop’ hint as he was going to get from his gruff relative.

“Aught to tell your fuzzy friends when you go on vacation though. ‘Sonly polite.”

…He totally didn’t drop the peeler.

#Danny Phantom #phic phight 2022 #aunt alicia #ficlit

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saltenspyke · 2 years

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GLADWYN GRIFFIN - "GLADIATOR GRENADE" PROSECUTOR

Same thing with Bernie, he's been here for a year! But he's actually been here longer... For the sake of avoiding spoilers, when the mod gets made, avoid from posting his backstory on the wiki page.

This is old art... really old art so please don't judge it too much--

Also the version where he doesn't have his cape is no longer accurate, it's going to be changed in the next reference.

Made a year ago. So it's bad. Will possibly remake soon.

Details about him below. Some things may not be included from my oc book on wattpad due to this being a summarization. PS, several descriptions have been changed, and might be changed on my wattpad to be more accurate. Some more artpieces of Gladdy will be shared for accuracy.

Also if you can’t tell, he has calves bigger than his thighs. Yum yum!

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Gladwyn "Gladdy" Griffin. - Possible Bomb Species, Prosecutor.

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Cheerful, Outgoing, Young, Vibrant, and Powerful--- all of these adjectives have been used by both the press and the public do describe him. He wears his heart on his sleeve and is not afraid to show it, and is never afraid to speak his mind.

He has as much fans as he does naysayers--- due to his highly dramatic nature, harassment of attorneys, and utterly cruel way of pounding the opponent down into a purple pulp, he's often misunderstood.

I wonder if the face he shows is genuine.

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21 years old and single! However, he's not often pining for the opposite gender mostly, but rather those that are men. Fuchsia Mizzta could be a small exception to this, but that was only a rumor I popped in my mouth off the grapevine. Also, yes, he is also male.

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His species is completely unknown. Some theorize him to be a mutant stickman with smooth skin and a borderline metallic head, however he has not proved any theories due to them being personal questions. Sorry for those looking for info.

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His in-game voice is planned to sound almost like Sans's talking sfx, but harsher and more snappy. However, I've also wanted him to have a voice similar to Julian but more controlled, grittier, and ''electrical''.

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He can speak English, Russian, and Spanish (Possibly Japanese too if the mod even has a chance to get localized lol). Russian from his father, some Spanish from when he went to a different state/prefecture.

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He has a preference of Boyfriend, Burgers, Takoyaki, Working out at the gym, Thunder (Used to love it, but due to Boyfriend's astraphobia, he only likes it somewhat), Chess, Gaming [JRPG, Fighting Games] (No more gambling), and Yakisoba. Wanna know his workout routine? Or just wanna gawk at him? I'll tell you his social media soon~ (lie)

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He has a distaste for Gloomy things, Drugs, Exploding (Hates more than anything... and yet teases it whenever a lawyer pisses him off), Hurting People, Alcohol, Fires, Illogical Thinking, and Hibiscus Flowers. Please don't give him a hibiscus flower as a present... It, er, bothers him a lot.

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BDAY? June 21st, Summer Solstice for the US. He really is hot hot HOT!

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Edgy backstory sad story will make you cry

A normal child born into a normal family in a normal, peaceful village, where he'd live for the rest of his life. A life he never got as he was given away to an illegal biologist organization, and was experimented on heavily. Strangely enough, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot remember a single experiment, except for when they had implemented electricity within his body, and made it stable. It was "beyond all things painful".

After months of experimentation, he would become a deadly force of artificial nature, and could be used against any foolish country that had dared to against their's... Is what they hoped, instead they had gotten a weakling "prototype" youkai, and tossed him away like his parents did over to a black market in the middle in Nowheresville.

He was capable of permanently shocking somebody and giving them permanent damage, but only in a moderately-sized room scale. His blasts rarely ever kill however.

He was sold about a week after he was abandoned, and was bought by his step-mother. She brought him back to her "home" located deep within in the city's sleeves, where she raised him poorly.

He resents her and all that she loves, from hibiscus flowers to black snakes and sitcoms for all her lashing episodes, and all those thrown objects... especially the knife, the pan, the cutlery... He was weak, beaten, and mute in those days, but eventually after days of hyping himself up, he told himself to hate his mother.

It was then at his truly vulnerable moment that he had met the whimsical but hardy Boyfriend in a valley he had managed to run all the way too. There, he met Boyfriend every single day to escape from his step-mother; they'd play games, they'd sing together, and they'd adventure across the valley together.

They'd even have a 'honeymoon' (as described by Gladwyn) within various shops, libraries, restaurants, and maybe even with a few friends such as Effy's siblings or fellow classmates, but during all those moments, he never took his eyes off of Effy.

His step-mother was then caught by lawyers Alyosha (Al-YAW-sha) and Bernice Griffin, for reasons unrelated to abuse. They soon adopted thereafter because they "loved" him, when he suspects that they only pitied him.

His new stepmother and stepfather ended up being his inspiration in becoming a prosecutor... But not entirely, as Boyfriend had suggested the profession.

It was too late though, and he could never connect to them. Or at least that's what he said, when in reality, they just weren't there for him enough.

He made many friends in both high school and in his 9th year (8th grade), his best friends being Bernard, Boyfriend, and a few other sporty kids.

During the last day of school for their 13th year, the three snuck in the class they shared together, and talked about all the ups and downs and twists and turns their high school story was like, until... something terrible happens, causing a huge gap between Bernard and Gladwyn, and the two hope to never see each other again.

Gladwyn flies to another state/prefecture in hopes of never meeting Bernard again, and begins studying for law there. He cuts ties with Bernard completely, but texts and calls Boyfriend almost every single day with face time commonly used.

One day, a year after they had seperated, the three meet again in person to fight in a case that would change their lives forever.

TLDR V:

He was given away to a group of illegal biologists as a baby, and was experimented for several months, before he came out as a disappointing prototype. He was then sold on the blackmarket to his stepmother, whom he heavily resented, along with her hibiscus hair accessory, due to her abuse, negligence, and the scars she caused on the top of his feet. He meets Boyfriend one day in a green valley while running away from home and has fun with him every single day in the valley. His stepmother is caught for reasons unrelated to abuse, and is then adopted by the prosecutors involved, Alyosha and Bernice Griffin. He did not connect with them much. He then made friends with Bernard, Boyfriend, and more. At the end of their 13th year, they Bernard and Gladwyn have a huge fight where something so horrible happens, that the both of them cut ties with each other completely. Gladwyn then flies to another state/prefecture in order to avoid Bernard.

His original premise was borderline gambling and his addiction to it but now it's just him ruining others from the inside For those wondering yes it was inspired by Whitty's story and Franziska's story, but he's become his own character.

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Artwork exhibit:

First ever drawing of him made in June/July 2021. Haaate it. Ignore his original sexuality.

Much more recent art made a few months ago. Would feature more butttttt nah also yes it's reposted but it's the only photogenic pic I have of him... and I have over 50 pieces of him in ibis.

Fun Facts:

His calves are BIG and STRONG. He considers his other lower 'assets' as he calls them to be rather underwhelming compared to them but even so CALVES. BIG. MEATY. CALVES. He definitely can break a watermelon in between them.

Has a heavy disliking to hibiscus flowers due to his previous stepmother wearing them.

Gladwyn is very perverted when it comes to men, but that's only the case due to seeing a show on television once about what he thought was a male pop-star singing joyful songs, and dancing.

He has a blue hair fetish because of the popstar, but mostly because of Boyfriend. Because of this, he considers blue hair to be a part of his preferences, but only towards men, as he doesn't mind what women he dates are like, as long as they are not too loud or aggressive in an abusive way, and not similar to his mother at all.

He's very good at fooling others. He might be fooling you right now.

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Some things have been updated from the original ref back on wp sooo think of this as the more recent one

Hope you like this perverted bastard

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#fnf #fnf oc #fnf ocs #friday night funkin oc #friday night funkin #oc #my oc #original character #original characters #object oc #perverted ol' bastard bomb #art #myart #my ocs art

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iamindeeddistressed · 3 years

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Dean rescues Cas from the empty, fic/my hopes and dreams below the cut

They find the spell in a book buried deep in the Men of Letters’ library.

“I should go with you,” Sam says.

“No, Sammy. No sense in both of us dying. Besides, maybe you can help maintain the spell. Make it last longer.”

“Maybe,” Sam agrees doubtfully.

“We got everything we need?” Dean grabs his gun and his machete; they’re useless toys against the Empty, but they make him feel safer.

“Yeah. Just gotta work the spell. Dean, are you sure—“

“Of course I’m sure, Sammy.”

“I just, we could try praying to Jack again—“

“Jack told us the deal, Sammy. Now, I’m not leaving Cas alone in there for a second longer than I have to.”

Sam swallows. “Right. You’re right.” And he begins to compile the components for the spell and read the latin. It’s a long one; Dean isn’t sure he could’ve done it. It takes over an hour at least, without breaks, without misreads. Sam does it on the first try.

A rip in time and space opens in the bunker kitchen.

“You’ve got a minute and a half,” says Sam hoarsely. “Good luck.”

Dean plunges forward.

“Cas!” Walking through the empty feels like walking through nothing at all, but it also feels like he isn’t making any progress. The only landmark is the glowing rift behind him, slowly shrinking as he moves forward. “Cas!”

Then, through the darkness, there he is.

Cas is groggy, confused. He is asleep at first, until finally, finally, he registers that the noise he’s hearing is his own name. He looks up and there’s Dean. Impossible.

“Dean?”

“Cas.” Dean is smiling. “Come on, I’m getting you out.”

“This is real?” It still doesn’t make sense. Dean had come for him? Cas stares at Dean’s smile, at his outstretched hand. He had come.

“'Course it is, Cas. Come on.”

Cas steps forward.

“Why are you so loud,” complains a voice from all around them. Cas blinks. There he is— another Cas, with a hand on Dean’s shoulder. And Dean’s face, suddenly in pain. Only a foot away. The other Cas’s— the Empty’s hand tightens its grip on him.

“Dean. Let go of him!”

“I don’t think so. I know what’s going on in there. That flurry of pitiful little emotions. He’s another one of them. Another person who doesn’t play by the goddamn rules.” Dean gasps and veins of black pulse beneath his skin. “If I let him go, he’ll just try to come back. When will you people learn that you can’t just walk in and out of this place?”

Cas can only stare helplessly. Behind Dean is a rift, where he must’ve come in. As Cas watches, it winks out.

It’s all Dean can do just to breath. All that time over the last few weeks thinking about words, agonizing over them, and they’re useless to him now. The pain is in him, not his flesh, but his feelings, his soul. All he can do is stare at Cas. The Empty flexes, and Dean is sent back, back, ten years back, to a barn in nowheresville, Kansas. Sparks are flying and there’s a being that he doesn’t trust yet telling him he has a purpose. Dean smiles despite himself. They were so young. So stupid.

“I’ve figured it out,” he says to the memory of Cas, his voice ringing clear in his memory, “my purpose.”

There’s a roil of pain and Dean is brought back to the Empty. He can feel it, crawling up his back. It’s starting to take the pain away.

“SHUT UP!” It’s shouting, in Cas’s voice. Dean doesn’t bother to look. The Empty is nothing. He’s staring straight forward, at his Cas. He still can’t speak. He can only mouth Cas’s name, reach a hand out to him. Cas is crying. Fucking hell, Cas is crying.

“You idiot,” says Cas, and grabs Dean’s arm. They hold on to each other. They both know there’s no point in Cas trying to pull Dean away, in trying to fly out. The Empty isn’t just the figure beside Dean, after all. It’s everything. It’s nothing. It’s crawling up his legs and it’s taken hold in his chest. Pain stabs Dean through the heart and he’s remembering again.

He remembers trusting Cas for the first time, walking with him through a rainy street, laughing together. He remembers Cas leaving after the apocalypse ended, and then him being shifty about Sam. The lies and the pain. It had hurt worse than the Empty. It had hurt worse than this. At least they’re together now. He stares at Cas. How can he tell him without words, without moving? He grips Cas’s arm. Cas is gripping him back. He remembers Cas dying, and forgiving him before the end. He remembers Cas, insane but still kind. He remembers Cas leaving him in Purgatory. He remembers praying. Praying every night. Praying all day.

“STOP IT!” The Empty shrieks, but Dean has it now, he thinks he’s figured it out, and he reaches his other hand out to Cas, and starts to pray.

Dean can’t see. Pain is pulsing through his eyes, through his heart, through his brain, through his memories and his feelings, and so Dean doesn’t have words to pray with, not now, but maybe it’s better that way. He’s clinging to Cas’s arms and he’s praying with feeling, only feeling, and so much of that feeling now is pain, but so much is love, too.

“Dean.”

The feelings are too much, and other memories are coming to him quickly now, of raising a son, being together, being apart again and together again, of affection, of anger, of forgiveness, of Cas telling him they are real, of Cas saying ‘I love you.’

“Dean, don’t stop.”

There’s a wailing surrounding them, beating at his ear drums.

Dean tries to do as he’s told. He gasps a shuddering breath. The feeling is so much. Cas is gone again. Chuck is gone, too. They’re free, free, but what does that mean, without Cas? What purpose did he have, without Cas there to love? It hurts just as much as it did every time before it. The pain is so much worse than the Empty. He lets himself feel it, lets pain soak and rake through him in large sobs. The wailing is inside his head. He feels like he’s about to explode.

Now Dean’s remembering a dream, sitting on a small dock on a lake that doesn’t exist. Birds are chirping, but the fish aren’t biting. He is just sitting. Everything is still. And Cas is standing beside him, crying.

That isn’t right. It isn’t the right Cas. It’s his Cas, he realizes. His Cas stares at Dean with watering eyes.

Dean speaks.

There’s an unholy scream and light erupts around them. They are thrown to their knees, still clinging to each other. Dean can’t see through the bright light; he’s coughing up slime. His throat, his entire body feels as though it’s been drained and sliced into jerky. Cas lets go of his arms and Dean realizes they were almost dead with lack of blood. He shakily forces his own fingers apart, feebly tries to rub life back into Cas, but collapses to the floor instead, still coughing.

“Dean. Just breath.”

Cas, Dean wants to say, Cas, Cas, Cas.

Cas’s hand cradles Dean’s face and Dean can feel familiar warmth passing through him, stitching him up, refilling him where he’s empty.

“Cas,” Dean whispers.

“Shh,” says Cas. “Just rest. Sam! Are you here, Sam?”

Dean blinks in confusion before realizing they’re in the bunker, but not where he’d left. They’re in a hallway, kneeling on cold tile. Sam comes around the corner.

“Cas, Dean! Is he alright?”

“He will be. Would you get him some water? I’m going to get him to bed.”

“Yeah. It’s good to have you back, Cas.”

“Thank you, Sam.”

Cas’s arms engulf him and Dean’s in the air. He doesn’t protest, he’s so tired. He rests his head against Cas’s neck. It’s warm and safe there.

Dean is asleep before they reach the bedroom. Cas cradles him gently, places him in bed, puts his weapons on the nightstand, and removes his shoes. He brushes a bit of hair from Dean’s forehead and considers kissing him there. Sam enters with the water.

“Hey.”

“Hello.”

“You okay, Cas?”

“I’m perfect. Thank you, Sam.”

“Wh—What happened? The spell we used ran out. I thought— I thought you both were trapped there forever.”

“So did I,” Cas admits. “But your brother— the Empty— he filled it.” A proud smile breaks out on Cas’s face.

“What?”

“We should let him rest.”

Sam leaves the room first and Cas takes the opportunity to give the kiss he’d been thinking about. He pulls up the blankets. Dean looks peaceful. Cas can’t stop smiling. It is an awe-inspiring thing, to be loved by Dean Winchester.

#look i dont know how the empty works #pls dont crush my dreams #spn #supernatural #spn fic #destiel #destiel fic #distressed drabbles

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dancinginthewiind · 3 years

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✒️ Just Call Me Inspiration - The truth is Louis knows he’s going to hell, if there is such a thing, but it isn’t because he writes erotic fiction for a living. If anything, it’s because his muse, the reason he’s inspired to write about people shagging in increasingly creative ways everyday, is the sweetest, loveliest, most genuine (and completely oblivious) future children-book illustrator in the world. (Or, the one where Louis is a writer, Harry is an art student, and they inspire each other in very different ways.)

⛱️ Escapade - In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

🐺 Cold Little Heart - Louis is a soft omega with an abusive past and an alpha child. A few months after getting a divorce, Louis meets Harry, an ex-military alpha wolf that offers him something -odd. In exchange for teaching him how to cook, Harry will babysit his son, Abraham, Louis really could use the help.

🇺🇸 Given a Chance - Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles. The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right? Wrong. What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival? (or, the one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.)

🛸 Glow - Alien AU, with a hint of Royal AU. A summer barbecue at the Tomlinson's is interrupted by a naked visitor from a peaceful planet far, far away. Can an alien and a human survive a summer together for the sake of the human race?

🧚 Collision - Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other. (Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

🤏🏼Tea For Two and Two For Tea - Louis turns five centimeters tall one day at work. Harry accidentally takes him home.

🤏🏼 Itty Bitty Conversations - Louis's really tiny, smaller than a tea cup (incomplete)

🐺 You Smell Like - For her part, Jay took everything in her stride, barely batting an eyelid when Louis came into the kitchen the night Harry left and said, “I seem to have accidentally become the pack’s Alpha”. Ever since Harry left town, Louis’ found himself with the role of pack Alpha, despite being human. So he can’t wait to hand over the reins when Harry returns. Except, it’s not quite that simple… OR The one where Louis is the Alpha’s mate and everyone is aware of it except for Louis and Harry. Go figure!

◾ Can't Fool Me - AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.

#favourite #fiz

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CherryDust. [Starker]

Murray smiles, greeting the audience, “Thank you! Thank you, you’re really too kind,” he says, taking his seat in the iconic velvet chair.

“Today we have the honor of having Peter Parker and the Cherrybombers on today’s show!” Murray beams as the crowd goes wild, whooping and cheering, Murray winks at the camera as he begins again, “Please, put your hands together, for what I think might be the most influential band of this generation!”

The sideline band plays the Murray Franklin jingle as Peter Parker and the Cherrybombers emerge from backstage, blowing kisses and throwing up peace signs. The crowd eats it up, losing their minds over the boys. Murray gives them all sort of half-hugs as they take their seats.

Finally the crowd dies down a bit. “Boys!” Murray greets, “It’s been so long since we’ve had you on the show,” Murray starts, exaggerating his motions, “Last time we had you on you all were about 16, right?”

Peter smiles politely, “Actually, Steve was 17.” Murray nods, “Yes, of course, and although we’re so happy to have you on the show, and of course we all love you, we have to talk about the recent drama going on between you and a rival band- ElectricDust.”

The crowd boos at the name, once thought of as few boys skipping supper with their family and refusing to go to church, now associated with drugs and statism, sex before marriage and cuss words.

Peter giggles, “They’re not much of a problem, Murray. They’re just a bunch of little boys thinking that if they behave badly enough, they’ll get somewhere.”

“They’re mongrels.” T’challa laughs. The audience laughs along with him. Murray chuckles, “Yes, but what are your thoughts on their new song ‘Rotten Cherry’? People are speculating it’s about your band, Peter.”

Peter fakes a smile, “I don’t think I’ve heard it, Murray.” He turns to his band-mates, “Have you guys heard it?” They all collectively shake their heads, murmuring ‘no’.

Murray nods, “Personally, I don’t think that Stark guy could carry a tune even if it was in a bucket!” Everybody in the studio laughs again.

“Tony tries too hard to be hardcore, he ends up looking like an idiot.” Peter sneers, “He’s a child.” The crowd makes noises of agreement.

Peter fakes a smile when Murray leans over and touches his thigh, “You know, they’re degenerates, Peter.” Murray says, almost lovingly. Steve looks like he wants to say something, like he wants to stick up for his band-mate. “I know, Murray.” Peter says, shifting away a bit.

Murray looks at Peter longingly, before turning to the camera, “We’re going to take a short break, and afterwards Peter Parker and the Cherrybombers will play their new hit single- Dewdrop Daisy!”

The cameraman gives Murray a thumbs up, and the beeping light on the camera turns off.

“Why don’t you meet me in my dressing room, Peter?” Murray says, standing up and adjusting his tie.

Peter feels sick to his stomach

“Okay.” He says sweetly.

The mosh pit smells like weed and sex, and Tony adores it. ElectricDust had a full house, not one ticket left over. Tony cards his hand through sweaty hair, “I hope you motherfuckers are having a good night!” he yells into the mic. The crowd screams back something obscene and Tony grins.

“If you want to fuck our bassist, scream at the top of your lungs!” Tony laughs, the crowd erupts in a loud roar, and Bucky, ElectricDust’s bassist, blushes.

The crowd dies down, and Tony speaks smoothly into the mic as he adjusts his guitar strap, “This next one was written for a nice piece of ass and his cronies,” the crowd ‘ooo’s and Tony can’t help the smirk forming on his lips, “‘Rotten Cherry’ is dedicated to my very good friend, who I know inside and out- Peter Parker!”

The crowd chants Pe-ter Par-ker over and over, and Tony hopes this preformance is somehow seen by the small brunette.

He feels like a god among men.

“You’re fueling the flames by talking about them.” Natasha scolds, leaning against he desk as the boys sit in her office. “You’re supposed to be a good christian pop/rock band- calling people ‘mongrels’ isn’t what you guys are supposed to do.” she glares at T’challa.

“ElectricDust is a problem, I, as your manger am supposed to deal with, is that understood?” The boys look at their suede shoes and mutter statements of agreement.

“Good.” Natasha says, placing her hands on her hips. She goes behind her desk and digs in a cabinet, retrieving a sleek styled red velvet envelope, “I’ve accepted an invitation to a little something I think you all might like.” she smiles, handing Peter the envelope.

Peter holds it carefully, looking up at Natasha with wide, confused eyes. “Go on and open it, we haven’t got all day.” She says in a motherly tone. The boys all gather around Peter as he opens the envelope cautiously, as if he was scared of what was inside.

He pulls out a dazzling blue card, very official looking.

‘PETER PARKER AND THE CHERRYBOMBERS HAVE BEEN NOMINATED FOR ‘BAND OF 1981’ ALONG WITH THEIR SONG, ‘DEWDROP DAISY’.

PLEASE REPORT TO ASGARD, U.S.A. FOR THE AWARDS CEREMONY.

LOKI LAUFEYSON, PRESIDENT OF OPALITE RECORDS.’

It says, in a swirly gold font. Peter keeps re-reading it, eyes shifting like crazy, looking for a sign that this is a fake or a joke. Steve’s breath hitches and Beck lets out a whoop of laughter, high-diving T’challa.

Peter finally looks up at Natasha again, who’s smiling softly. “Is this real?” Peter asks, out of breath. Natasha nods, “As real as they come.”

Opalite Records.

Who cares? It’s only the most exclusive record brand in the world, It was only the award ceramony that turned David Bowie and Bob Dylan down- no big deal.

Peter began to hyperventilate.

“Dude!” Quill yelled, grinning ear-to-ear as he entered the band’s trailer, holding up a velvet envelope.

Tony looked up from his guitar, “What do you want?” Quill slapped the envelope on the coffee-table in the middle of the trailer, looking quite proud of himself. “Open that shit up, Stark.”

Tony rolled his eyes, but leaned forward and picked up the envelope nonetheless, “If this is another bill for your porno-mags, Quill, so help me god-” he stopped mid-sentence after pulling out the card inside the envelope, face controrting.

‘ELECTRICDUST HAS BEEN NOMINATED FOR ‘BAND OF 1981’ ALONG WITH THEIR ALBUM, ‘MAN OF IRON’.

PLEASE REPORT TO ASGARD, U.S.A. FOR THE AWARDS CEREMONY.

LOKI LAUFEYSON, PRESIDENT OF OPALITE RECORDS.’

Quill beams as Tony looks over the letter, “And you said I was a shit manager.” Tony leans back into his chair, “You are.” Quill completely deflates, walking over and snatching the card out of Tony’s hand, huffing, “Do you know how many strings I had to pull to get you considered for the ceremony?”

Tony tries to look stern, but Quill looks like he’s going to bitch all day if Tony doesn’t cave in, “Fine, fine, whatever man, thanks, you did well.” Tony sighs. Quill smiles again, “Finally, I’m getting the recognition I deserve.” Tony snorts but doesn’t reply.

Quill clasps his hands together, “I’m gonna grab a beer, they opened a bar just down the street- wanna come?”

Tony shakes his head, “Grab me a pack of Marlboros while you’re out.”

“Looking sharp, Parker.” Steve smiles, leaning against the dressing room doorframe. Peter grins, fixing his cuffs in the mirror, “You really think so? It’s not too much?”

Steve shrugs, “It’s nice. Very you.” Peter shoots Steve a playful glare, “Is that supposed to be a compliment, Rogers?”

“You overthink things, Peter. You look fine.” Steve sighs, crossing his arms. Peter scoffs, “Fine is for church, I need to look better than fine; we’re going to the awards ceremony to top all award ceremonies, Steve. It’s going to be televised.”

Steve lets out a soft laugh, “You’re so different from the Peter Parker I knew in highschool.” Peter looks confused, “That’s a good thing, isn’t it? I was a nobody in highschool.”

“You were my friend. Just because you didn’t have people fawning over you left and right doesn’t mean you were a nobody. You liked Star Wars and turning your homework in early.” Steve looks slightly offended, and Peter gives him an unamused stare, “As much as I love you, Steve, being your nerdy little highschool friend in the middle of NowheresVille, Wisconsin doesn’t get you invited to the Opalite Records ceremony.”

Steve’s offended look blends into a sad one, “We started this band out of your uncle’s garage. It was for fun. This isn’t fun, anymore Peter. It’s not fun when it’s all you think about.” he says softly, walking out of the room.

Peter doesn’t realize that Steve’s gone until it’s time to leave.

“Baby, listen to me,” Tony says over the phone, “I know I cheated on you, but I’m a changed man, just come to this shindig with me for a few hours.”

Pepper sighs over the phone, “You know, I would, Tony, but I just can’t be bothered right now. Goodbye, love.”

click

Tony curses under his breath as he flips through a few more pages in his notebook, settling on a one night stand he had met last week. He dials her number.

“Hi, you’ve reached Wanda Maximoff-”

“Wanda!” Tony smiles, remembering her name, “Listen, babe, how’d you like to go on a little date with me tonig-”

“-I’m not here right now, but you’re welcome to leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible!” the recorded message chirps and Tony’s face falls, he slams the phone down on its hook.

He groans. He’s called just about every girl he’s ever interacted with, and not one wanted to accompany Tony to the awards ceremony.

“Woah,” Scott, ElectricDust’s keyboard player, says, entering the trailer’s makeshift livingroom, “Someone’s havin’ a bad day.”

“Wanna go on a date with me, Scott?” Tony says with a strained laugh. Scott fans himself, “On a date? With you? How could I possibly say no?” Tony buries his face in his hands, obviously stressed. “Yeah, that’s pretty much what I figured.”

“Have you tried, you know, actually being nice to your dates?” Scott says, grabbing a canned beer from the minifridge. “I heard that works wonders.” Tony narrows his eyes, “What do you mean? I’m always nice to my dates!”

Scott raises his brow, opening the can, “Really? You made me drive that blonde girl home yesterday because she didn’t want to so much as look at you.”

Tony stays quiet. Point taken.

Scott takes a few sips of his beer before belching, “Hope you find somebody, Tones. You got about,” he checks his wristwatch, “6 hours before we gotta leave.”

Tony groans again and then continues to flip through his notebook.

The theater is gorgeous, a large crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and painted angels on every wall- Peter feels almost inferior in a place like this.

“Darlings!” Loki announces from across the room, striding over to Peter and his bandmates, “You all look absolutely ravishing.” he smiles. “So glad you could make it!”

Peter nods dumbly, blushing. “Thanks so much for inviting us, Mr. Laufeyson, it's a real honor.” Steve steps in, firmly taking Loki’s hand in his and shaking it. “Yes, well, the media would absolutely die if you all weren't invited- there's champagne and wine being served at the lounge if you want any.” Loki quickly says, before sashaying away.

Peter’s practically glowing as he turns to face his bandmates, “I think that went really well.” he grins.

“Jesus, Scott, could you be any worse of a driver?” Bucky sneers, holding onto the door handle as Scott swerves. “You’re lucky I'm not making you take the Metro, tin-man.”

The car is cramped and hot, making it difficult for Tony to snort a nice clean line. “We’re 30 minutes late,” Bucky says, almost annoyed, “Step on it.”

Scott turns around to face the brunette, running through a red light, “You know, you're a real bitch, Buck.” Tony sighs, finally getting a good half of the powder up his nose, “Eyes on the road, Scotty.” he mumbles, sinking back into the leather seat.

Scott says something under his breath, but turns back around and continues to drive.

Peter chokes on his sparkling water when he sees a very certain group of people get pass security.

What's worse is the fact that they're completely ignoring the dress code, showing up in denim jeans and t-shirts. Peter thinks he's going to puke.

Tony feels ecstatic when he spots that tuft of curly chocolate hair in the crowd, excusing himself from his bandmates as he pushes through the sea of Hollywood's elite.

“Parker!” he yells, and Peter tries to pretend he didn't hear it, turning away and taking another sip of his sparkling water.

“Don't be that way, princess!” Tony grins, finally catching up to the small thing, ”I just wanna talk to you.” Peter doesn't respond, which just makes Tony more restless, ”Parker, c’mon, baby! Let's catch up, preferably in the back of Scott’s car, but whatever works for you.”

Peter gives in, reluctantly, looking around to make sure nobody important is looking before speaking, “What the hell are you doing here? Did you come here just to ruin my night?” Peter hisses. Tony laughs, which just puts Peter more at unease, “Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart, me and my boys were invited.”

“Unlikely.” Peter scoffs. “Invited to clean the floors more like it.”

Tony looks more annoyed now than anything, “My boys have worked just as hard as yours to be here, Parker.” Peter huffs, “You’re kidding. You don’t actually think you deserve to be here, right?” Peter let’s out a breathy laugh at the idea. “You’re nobodies, Stark,” he begins, poking at Tony’s chest, “You make music for losers, for outcasts. You’re only here because you gained popularity by dissing my band.”

Peter smiles up at Tony and walks away, leaving Tony alone with his battered ego.

Peter and Tony avoid each other for the rest of the night, despite their bandmates mingling and laughing with eachother, enjoying tiny cheese platters and white wine.

Peter’s too stubborn to make amends.

Tony just wants to give him space.

Finally, at around 12, the lights dim down and everyone is ushered into the seating area. Loki walks on stage, holding several envelopes in his hands.

“Thank you all for coming,” he says, sweetly, into the mic, “It means a lot to my record label that you took time out of your busy lives to visit little ole’ me.” the crowd giggles at that, Peter included.

“Now, without further ado- I give you the 22nd annual Opalite Records awards ceremony!” the crowd cheers and claps, buzzing with excitement.

Peter crosses his fingers, and Tony wishes they had something stronger than champagne.

After a grueling 2 hours of watching other bands and solo artists receive awards, Loki finally announces that he has the final and most important award of the evening.

“Everyone in this room is awfully talented,” Loki says, smiling softly, “But these people are just... better. Don’t take it too harshly, now.” he opens the card, slowly and teasingly, Peter thinks he’s going to pass out from the anticipation. Tony’s on his fifth glass of red wine, and he’s showing now signs of stopping.

“And the winner for band of 1981 is...”

Peter’s palms are sweaty, and he’s on the edge of his seat.

“My, what a surprise, it’s ElectricDust!”

Peter’s world comes crashing down around him, he glances over to where Tony and his goons are getting up, stumbling over their own feet.

It’s not fair.

“Woah, hey Peter, are you oka-” Steve begins, trying to comfort his friend, but Peter jolts up, interrupting him.

“I’m... going for a walk.” he declares, voice breaking.

Tony watches as Peter quickly makes a bolt for the exit. He taps Scott on the shoulder, “I’ll be right back.” he mumbles.

Scott’s eyebrows furrow, “Dude, it’s speech time! You gotta go up ther-”

“Make up something!” Tony grins, already making his way towards the exit as well, “Thank my mom for me!”

Peter sits on the cold, concrete steps outside of the theatre, hot tears streaming down his face. He had worked so hard, and it didn’t even matter.

“Is this seat taken?” a familiar voice softly speaks from behind Peter.

“Did you come here to rub it in?” Peter sniffles, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. Tony takes a seat next to Peter, “No. I came here because I care.”

Peter laughs, rolling his eyes, “Am I supposed to believe that?”

Tony shrugs, “Believe what you want, Peter. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

They sit in silence for a while.

“Thank you.” Peter says softly, not daring to look up at Tony. “What you’re doing it’s- you’re a good guy.” he says, shyly.

Tony smiles, “I don’t give a shit about the award, or being even nominated, in all honesty, that Loki guy gives me the creeps.”

“Why’d you come here then?”

“I wanted to see you. I was hoping writing a song about you would grab your attention, but I think I like talking face-to-face better.”

Peter smiles, a gorgeous ‘I-don’t-know-I’m-smiling’ kind of smile, and Tony’s heart swells.

“I’m sorry I said all that stuff about you.” Peter finally says, gaining the courage to look Tony in the eye.

“I’ve been called worse- no hard feelings.”

Peter’s eyes light up as he giggles.

“Listen, I don’t exactly have a date for this thing,” Tony jabs a thumb at the building, “Know anybody who might wanna, I don’t know, get together? Even if it’s just for tonight.”

Peter pretends to think for a second. “I might; but he’s really hungry, so you might want to ask him after a burger. Or 5.”

Tony laughs, standing up, extending his arm so that Peter can grab it, “The night’s still young, princess.”

Peter beams, letting himself get heaved up by Tony, “We best make the most of it.”

🌻🌻🌻🌻

The absolutely beautiful moodboard was made by the fantastic @starkermoodboards !! She makes fucking stellar boards so why are you not following her.

This fic took forever to write, so appreciate it please 😔 i’m also sorry this is so long????

-Red.

#starker #ironspider #peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark #starker fanfiction #fluff #starker fic #starker fluff #tooth rotting fluff #hnghjnndh its 1 am

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southernbell91 · 5 years

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Mobster Bucky

(Re-posted from my Fic blog)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Mob stuff? Chest heaving you leaned against the door in your crappy apartment, all the locks now securely in place, you finally felt somewhat at ease. This was the third time this week you thought you had seen him and probably the fifth in the last month. You thought running would be easy, get as far away as possible in the shortest time and eventually, he would just forget about you, but that thought always lingered in your head. What if he never forgot? I mean how could he, not after everything you’d been through together.

For the longest time, you and Bucky were inseparable, his dad and yours were best friends and work associates, you him and his best friend Steve went everywhere together. As teens, Bucky was always sweet on you. he was a flirt with everyone but with you he just acted differently, he treated you like a crown jewel, not just some shiny object to be admired but like you were rare and precious. Everyone in the family knew you two were destined to be together, the wedding was talked about the way someone talks about the weather, despite the fact that he hadn’t even asked officially yet, it was just known kinda like the family business.

The family business, that’s a whole other thing, and how you ended up in this mess in the first place. There are several major families in New York, the three biggest being the (y/L/n) family, the Barnes family, bucky’s and the Rogers family, Steves. A peace treaty was brokered between the three families that were conditional upon your marriage to Bucky, uniting two of the three families and securing his place at the head of the business, Steve at his side, everything was going according to plan until about a year ago, when the Stark and Potts family united making them the new third-largest family and bumping Steve’s family down. For months your dad and uncles, bucky’s family and steves scrambled to figure something out, looking at any possible option to raise the Barnes family back to the status they needed, but nothing worked and if nothing came about soon they would have to either broker and new peace deal with the Stark-Potts family or go to War.

You spent days, weeks even worrying over the outcome, Bucky assured you continuously that everything would be fine, that it would all work out that war wouldn’t break out in the Burroughs and if it did he would take care of you. Suddenly out of nowhere, after all the talks, negotiations and planning it was like a light switch flipped on and he changed, he was suddenly short with you, distant, he no longer touched you or cherished you the way you became accustomed, Steve too kept his distance from you and when he was around it was business as usual, no more pleasantries no jokes or teasing it was as if you hadn’t grown up together all your lives suddenly you were nothing there were no Wedding talks, no one even made jokes about the children you and Bucky would someday have, your mother looked on you with sorrowful eyes, something deep behind them you couldn’t place. A run-in with Peter, an adopted member of the Stark family is what set the rest of your future into motion. He told you that a deal had been made, he wasn’t sure of the exact details, Tony wouldn’t let him in on big meetings yet, but that some kind of trade was happening or something and that it was big, whatever it was it came from the Barnes family a concession of sorts to keep the peace. That news sent your mind reeling, what could they trade that would suddenly fix everything? And if it was that simple why hadn’t they thought of it sooner? At home that night, you wanted to ask your father about the deal but stopped in your tracks upon spotting Tony Stark and his wife Pepper in your home for Sunday supper. At that moment it all made sense, the trade, Bucky and Steve’s sudden change of attitude and Bucky’s involvement, You. The trade was you. That’s the only thing that made sense, Bucky had agreed to trade you to Stark to keep the peace. You didn’t even have time to let your heartbreak as you went to your room, threw together whatever you could in a bag and snuck out the window your parents weren’t aware bucky sneaks in sometimes when it’s late. That was almost three months ago, now here you were in a shitty apartment you rented by the week in nowheresville Montana, working under the table at a truck stop down the street. Getting out seemed easy, but it left you living in constant fear, you knew everyone would be looking for you, you had hoped they would just give up. Opening your now tear filled eyes though, thanks to memories long ago suppressed, you knew that wasn’t the case, they would never give up he would never give up. “Hello Doll, you miss me?”

#Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #dark!bucky #Bammy Writes #repost

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notimetoblog · 5 years

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Thank you all so much for joining the World Book Day celebration! It was a pleasure getting to hear about your favorite books! I am a fervent believer that reading is so powerful. It expands your minds, takes you to places you had never even imagined, and can teach you so much about the world and ourselves.

I have compiled the list (in alphabetical order by title) of all the books that were recommended during this celebration. Each book links to the original recommendation, states the genre of the book, and has a brief synopsis of the book :D

If you would like to recommend more PLEASE FEEL FREE TO DO SO!! We could always use more books in our lives!! Thank you all again and I hope you’re able to read some books on the list that you haven't read before!

BOOK RECS

A Court of Thorns and Roses Series by Sarah J. Maas

Recommended by @wintersxsoul here

Genre: Young Adult / Romance / Fantasy

Synopsis: Feyre's survival rests upon her ability to hunt and kill – the forest where she lives is a cold, bleak place in the long winter months. So when she spots a deer in the forest being pursued by a wolf, she cannot resist fighting it for the flesh. But to do so, she must kill the predator and killing something so precious comes at a price.

Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne

Recommended by @just-add-butter here

Genre: Fiction / Adventure / Classics

Synopsis: One ill-fated evening at the Reform Club, Phileas Fogg rashly bets his companions £20,000 that he can travel around the entire globe in just eighty days - and he is determined not to lose. Breaking the well-establised routine of his daily life, the reserved Englishman immediately sets off for Dover, accompanied by his hot-blooded French manservant Passepartout. Travelling by train, steamship, sailing boat, sledge and even elephant, they must overcome storms, kidnappings, natural disasters, Sioux attacks and the dogged Inspector Fix of Scotland Yard - who believes that Fogg has robbed the Bank of England - to win the extraordinary wager.

Burn for Burn Series by Jenny Han

Recommended by @marvelsangel here

Genre: Fantasy / Paranormal / Young Adult

Synopsis (of first book): Postcard-perfect Jar Island is home to charming tourist shops, pristine beaches, amazing oceanfront homes—and three girls secretly plotting revenge.KAT is sick and tired of being bullied by her former best friend.LILLIA has always looked out for her little sister, so when she discovers that one of her guy friends has been secretly hooking up with her, she’s going to put a stop to it.MARY is perpetually haunted by a traumatic event from years past, and the boy who’s responsible has yet to get what’s coming to him.None of the girls can act on their revenge fantasies alone without being suspected. But together…anything is possible. With an alliance in place, there will be no more “I wish I’d said…” or “If I could go back and do things differently...” These girls will show Jar Island that revenge is a dish best enjoyed together.

Code Name Verity By Elizabeth Wein

Recommended by @notimetoblog here

Genre: Historical Fiction / Young Adult

Synopsis: Oct. 11th, 1943 - A British spy plane crashes in Nazi-occupied France. Its pilot and passenger are best friends. One of the girls has a chance at survival. The other has lost the game before it's barely begun. When "Verity" is arrested by the Gestapo, she's sure she doesn't stand a chance. As a secret agent captured in enemy territory, she's living a spy's worst nightmare. Her Nazi interrogators give her a simple choice: reveal her mission or face a grisly execution. As she intricately weaves her confession, Verity uncovers her past, how she became friends with the pilot Maddie, and why she left Maddie in the wrecked fuselage of their plane. On each new scrap of paper, Verity battles for her life, confronting her views on courage and failure and her desperate hope to make it home. But will trading her secrets be enough to save her from the enemy?

Coming of Age in Mississippi: The Classic Autobiography of a Young Black Girl in the Rural South by Anne Moody

Recommended by anonymous here

Genre: Memoir / History / Nonfiction

Synopsis: Born to a poor couple who were tenant farmers on a plantation in Mississippi, Anne Moody lived through some of the most dangerous days of the pre-civil rights era in the South. The week before she began high school came the news of Emmet Till's lynching. Before then, she had "known the fear of hunger, hell, and the Devil. But now there was...the fear of being killed just because I was black." In that moment was born the passion for freedom and justice that would change her life.

Crazy Rich Asians Series by Kevin Kwan

Recommended by @marvelsangel here

Genre: Fiction / Romance

Synopsis (of first book): the outrageously funny debut novel about three super-rich, pedigreed Chinese families and the gossip, backbiting, and scheming that occurs when the heir to one of the most massive fortunes in Asia brings home his ABC (American-born Chinese) girlfriend to the wedding of the season.When Rachel Chu agrees to spend the summer in Singapore with her boyfriend, Nicholas Young, she envisions a humble family home, long drives to explore the island, and quality time with the man she might one day marry. What she doesn't know is that Nick's family home happens to look like a palace, that she'll ride in more private planes than cars, and that with one of Asia's most eligible bachelors on her arm, Rachel might as well have a target on her back.

Crown Duel by Sherwood Smith

Recommended by @just-add-butter here

Genre: Romance / Fantasy

Synopsis: It begins in a cold and shabby tower room, where young Countess Meliara swears to her dying father that she and her brother will defend their people from the growing greed of the king. That promise leads them into a war for which they are ill prepared, a war that threatens the homes and lives of the very people they are trying to protect. But war is simple compared to what follows, when the bloody fighting is done and a fragile peace is at hand. Although she wants to turn her back on politics and the crown, Meliara is summoned to the royal palace. There, she soon discovers, friends and enemies look alike, and intrigue fills the dance halls and the drawing rooms. If she is to survive, Meliara must learn a whole new way of fighting--with wit and words and secret alliances. In war, at least, she knew whom she could trust. Now she can trust no one.

Deadline by Chris Crutcher

Recommended by @rosegoldlilacs here

Genre: Fiction / Young Adult

Synopsis: Ben Wolf has big things planned for his senior year. Had big things planned. Now what he has is some very bad news and only one year left to make his mark on the world.How can a pint-sized, smart-ass seventeen-year-old do anything significant in the nowheresville of Trout, Idaho?

Dracula by Bram Stoker

Recommended by @wintersxsoul here

Genre: Classics / Fiction / Fantasy

Synopsis: Dracula is an 1897 Gothic horror novel by Irish author Bram Stoker. Famous for introducing the character of the vampire Count Dracula, the novel tells the story of Dracula's attempt to move from Transylvania to England so he may find new blood and spread undead curse, and the battle between Dracula and a small group of men and women led by Professor Abraham Van Helsing.

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

Recommended by @softhairbarnes here

Genre: Fiction / Mystery / Thriller

Synopsis: On a warm summer morning in North Carthage, Missouri, it is Nick and Amy Dunne’s fifth wedding anniversary. Presents are being wrapped and reservations are being made when Nick’s clever and beautiful wife disappears from their rented McMansion on the Mississippi River. Husband-of-the-Year Nick isn’t doing himself any favors with cringe-worthy daydreams about the slope and shape of his wife’s head, but passages from Amy's diary reveal the alpha-girl perfectionist could have put anyone dangerously on edge. Under mounting pressure from the police and the media—as well as Amy’s fiercely doting parents—the town golden boy parades an endless series of lies, deceits, and inappropriate behavior. Nick is oddly evasive, and he’s definitely bitter—but is he really a killer?

Harry Potter Saga by J.K Rowling

Recommended by @agentpegcxrter here / First book recommended by anonymous here

Genre: Fantasy / Young Adult

Synopsis (of first book): Harry Potter's life is miserable. His parents are dead and he's stuck with his heartless relatives, who force him to live in a tiny closet under the stairs. But his fortune changes when he receives a letter that tells him the truth about himself: he's a wizard. A mysterious visitor rescues him from his relatives and takes him to his new home, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After a lifetime of bottling up his magical powers, Harry finally feels like a normal kid. But even within the Wizarding community, he is special. He is the boy who lived: the only person to have ever survived a killing curse inflicted by the evil Lord Voldemort, who launched a brutal takeover of the Wizarding world, only to vanish after failing to kill Harry.Though Harry's first year at Hogwarts is the best of his life, not everything is perfect. There is a dangerous secret object hidden within the castle walls, and Harry believes it's his responsibility to prevent it from falling into evil hands. But doing so will bring him into contact with forces more terrifying than he ever could have imagined.

Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi

Recommended by @notimetoblog here

Genre: Historical Fiction

Synopsis: Two half-sisters, Effia and Esi, are born into different villages in eighteenth-century Ghana. Effia is married off to an Englishman and lives in comfort in the palatial rooms of Cape Coast Castle. Unbeknownst to Effia, her sister, Esi, is imprisoned beneath her in the castle's dungeons, sold with thousands of others into the Gold Coast's booming slave trade, and shipped off to America, where her children and grandchildren will be raised in slavery. Generation after generation, Yaa Gyasi's magisterial first novel sets the fate of the individual against the obliterating movements of time

How Paris Became Paris: The Invention of the Modern City by Joan DeJean

Recommended by anonymous here

Genre: History / Nonfiction

Synopsis: At the beginning of the seventeenth century, Paris was known for isolated monuments but had not yet put its brand on urban space. Like other European cities, it was still emerging from its medieval past. But in a mere century Paris would be transformed into the modern and mythic city we know today.Though most people associate the signature characteristics of Paris with the public works of the nineteenth century, Joan DeJean demonstrates that the Parisian model for urban space was in fact invented two centuries earlier, when the first complete design for the French capital was drawn up and implemented.

Love Style Life by Garance Doré

Recommended by anonymous here

Genre: Nonfiction / Memoir / Fashion

Synopsis: Garance Doré, the voice and vision behind her eponymous blog, has captivated millions of readers worldwide with her fresh and appealing approach to style through storytelling. This gorgeously illustrated book takes readers on a unique narrative journey that blends Garance’s inimitable photography and illustrations with the candid, hard-won wisdom drawn from her life and her travels. Infused with her Left Bank sensibility, the eclecticism of her adopted city of New York, and the wild, passionate spirit of her native Corsica, Love Style Life is a backstage pass behind fashion’s frontlines, peppered with French-girl-next-door wit and advice on everything from mixing J.Crew with Chanel, to falling in love, to pursuing a life and career that is the perfect reflection of you.

No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai

Recommended by anonymous here

Genre: Fiction / Japanese Literature / Cultural

Synopsis: This leading postwar Japanese writer's second novel, tells the poignant and fascinating story of a young man who is caught between the breakup of the traditions of a northern Japanese aristocratic family and the impact of Western ideas. In consequence, he feels himself "disqualified from being human" (a literal translation of the Japanese title).

Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver

Recommended by @chocochipcookieyum here

Genre: Historical Fiction / Classics

Synopsis: A story told by the wife and four daughters of Nathan Price, a fierce, evangelical Baptist who takes his family and mission to the Belgian Congo in 1959. They carry with them everything they believe they will need from home, but soon find that all of it -- from garden seeds to Scripture -- is calamitously transformed on African soil. What follows is a suspenseful epic of one family's tragic undoing and remarkable reconstruction over the course of three decades in postcolonial Africa.

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Recommended by @gamorazenn here / by @agentpegcxrter here / by @arosewithdaisies here

Genre: Fiction / Romance / Classics

Synopsis: The romantic clash between the opinionated Elizabeth and her proud beau, Mr. Darcy, is a splendid performance of civilized sparring. And Jane Austen's radiant wit sparkles as her characters dance a delicate quadrille of flirtation and intrigue, making this book the most superb comedy of manners of Regency England.

Strange Weather in Tokyo by Hiromi Kawakami

Recommended by anonymous here

Genre: Fiction / Romance

Synopsis: Tsukiko is drinking alone in her local sake bar when by chance she meets one of her old high school teachers and, unable to remember his name, she falls back into her old habit of calling him 'Sensei'. After this first encounter, Tsukiko and Sensei continue to meet. Together, they share edamame beans, bottles of cold beer, and a trip to the mountains to eat wild mushrooms. As their friendship deepens, Tsukiko comes to realise that the solace she has found with Sensei might be something more.

Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeline L’Engle

Recommended by @thesaltyduchess here

Genre: Fantasy / Young Adult / Science Fiction

Synopsis: When fifteen-year-old Charles Wallace Murry shouts out an ancient rune meant to ward off the dark in desperation, a radiant creature appears. It is Gaudior, unicorn and time traveler. Charles Wallace and Gaudior must travel into the past on the winds of time to try to find a Might-Have-Been - a moment in the past when the entire course of events leading to the present can be changed, and the future of Earth - this small, swiftly tilting planet - saved.

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

Recommended by @arosewithdaisies here

Genre: Fiction / Mystery / Crime / Classics / Short Stories

Synopsis: The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes is a collection of twelve short stories by Arthur Conan Doyle, featuring his fictional detective Sherlock Holmes. It was first published on 14 October 1892; the individual stories had been serialized in The Strand Magazine between July 1891 and June 1892. The stories are not in chronological order, and the only characters common to all twelve are Holmes and Dr. Watson. The stories are related in first-person narrative from Watson's point of view.

The Bean Trees by Barbara King

Recommended by @nerdgirljen in a comment here

Genre: Fiction / Contemporary

Synopsis: Clear-eyed and spirited, Taylor Greer grew up poor in rural Kentucky with the goals of avoiding pregnancy and getting away. But when she heads west with high hopes and a barely functional car, she meets the human condition head-on. By the time Taylor arrives in Tucson, Arizona, she has acquired a completely unexpected child, a three-year-old American Indian girl named Turtle, and must somehow come to terms with both motherhood and the necessity for putting down roots. Hers is a story about love and friendship, abandonment and belonging, and the discovery of surprising resources in apparently empty places.

The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S Lewis

Recommended by @agentpegcxrter here

Genre: Fantasy / Young Adult / Classics

Synopsis: Journeys to the end of the world, fantastic creatures, and epic battles between good and evil—what more could any reader ask for in one book? The book that has it all is The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, written in 1949 by Clive Staples Lewis. But Lewis did not stop there. Six more books followed, and together they became known as The Chronicles of Narnia.

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Recommended by @notimetoblog here / by @arosewithdaisies here

Genre: Fiction / Classics

Synopsis: This exemplary novel of the Jazz Age has been acclaimed by generations of readers. The story is of the fabulously wealthy Jay Gatsby and his new love for the beautiful Daisy Buchanan, of lavish parties on Long Island at a time when The New York Times noted "gin was the national drink and sex the national obsession," it is an exquisitely crafted tale of America in the 1920s. The Great Gatsby is one of the great classics of twentieth-century literature.

The Goldfinch by Donna Tart

Recommended by @lunardanvers here

Genre: Fiction / Contemporary

Synopsis: It begins with a boy. Theo Decker, a thirteen-year-old New Yorker, miraculously survives an accident that kills his mother. Abandoned by his father, Theo is taken in by the family of a wealthy friend. Bewildered by his strange new home on Park Avenue, disturbed by schoolmates who don't know how to talk to him, and tormented above all by his unbearable longing for his mother, he clings to one thing that reminds him of her: a small, mysteriously captivating painting that ultimately draws Theo into the underworld of art.As an adult, Theo moves silkily between the drawing rooms of the rich and the dusty labyrinth of an antiques store where he works. He is alienated and in love-and at the center of a narrowing, ever more dangerous circle.

The Gospel of Loki by Joanne M. Harris

Recommended by @wintersxsoul here

Genre: Fiction / Mythology / Fantasy

Synopsis: The novel is a brilliant first-person narrative of the rise and fall of the Norse gods - retold from the point of view of the world's ultimate trickster, Loki. It tells the story of Loki's recruitment from the underworld of Chaos, his many exploits on behalf of his one-eyed master, Odin, through to his eventual betrayal of the gods and the fall of Asgard itself.

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

Recommended by @marvelsangel here

Genre: Fiction / Young Adult

Synopsis: Sixteen-year-old Starr Carter moves between two worlds: the poor neighborhood where she lives and the fancy suburban prep school she attends. The uneasy balance between these worlds is shattered when Starr witnesses the fatal shooting of her childhood best friend Khalil at the hands of a police officer. Khalil was unarmed.Soon afterward, his death is a national headline. Some are calling him a thug, maybe even a drug dealer and a gangbanger. Protesters are taking to the streets in Khalil’s name. Some cops and the local drug lord try to intimidate Starr and her family. What everyone wants to know is: what really went down that night? And the only person alive who can answer that is Starr

The Immortal Rules Series by Julie Kagawa

Recommended by anonymous here

Genre: Young Adult / Fantasy / Paranormal

Synopsis: Allison Sekemoto survives in the Fringe, the outermost circle of a walled-in city. By day, she and her crew scavenge for food. By night, any one of them could be eaten. Some days, all that drives Allie is her hatred of them—the vampires who keep humans as blood cattle. Until the night Allie herself dies and becomes one of the monsters.

The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury

Recommended by @redandpurpleskies here

Genre: Science Fiction / Classic

Synopsis: The Martian Chronicles tells the story of humanity’s repeated attempts to colonize the red planet. The first men were few. Most succumbed to a disease they called the Great Loneliness when they saw their home planet dwindle to the size of a fist. They felt they had never been born. Those few that survived found no welcome on Mars. The shape-changing Martians thought they were native lunatics and duly locked them up.But more rockets arrived from Earth, and more, piercing the hallucinations projected by the Martians. People brought their old prejudices with them – and their desires and fantasies, tainted dreams. These were soon inhabited by the strange native beings, with their caged flowers and birds of flame.

The Setting Sun by Osamu Dazai

Recommended by anonymous here

Genre: Fiction / Japanese Literature / Classics

Synopsis: The story is told through the eyes of Kazuko, the unmarried daughter of a widowed aristocrat. Her search for self meaning in a society devoid of use for her forms the crux of the novel. It is a sad story, and structurally is a novel very much within the confines of the Japanese take on the novel in a way reminiscent of authors such as Nobel Prize winner Yasunori Kawabata – the social interactions are peripheral and understated, nuances must be drawn, and for readers more used to Western novelistic forms this comes across as being rather wishy-washy. Kazuko’s mother falls ill, and due to their financial circumstances they are forced to take a cottage in the countryside. Her brother, who became addicted to opium during the war is missing. When he returns, Kazuko attempts to form a liaison with the novelist Uehara. This romantic displacement only furthers to deepen her alienation from society.

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Recommended by @consttantina here

Genre: Historical Fiction / Fantasy / LGBT / Romance

Synopsis: Greece in the age of heroes. Patroclus, an awkward young prince, has been exiled to the court of King Peleus and his perfect son Achilles. By all rights their paths should never cross, but Achilles takes the shamed prince as his friend, and as they grow into young men skilled in the arts of war and medicine their bond blossoms into something deeper - despite the displeasure of Achilles' mother Thetis, a cruel sea goddess. But then word comes that Helen of Sparta has been kidnapped. Torn between love and fear for his friend, Patroclus journeys with Achilles to Troy, little knowing that the years that follow will test everything they hold dear.

The Song of the Lioness Series by Tamora Pierce

Recommended by @just-add-butter here

Genre: Fantasy / Young Adult

Synopsis: The Song of the Lioness quartet is the adventurous story of one girl's journey to overcome the obstacles facing her, become a valiant knight, and save Tortall from conquest. Alanna douses her female identity to begin her training in Alanna: The First Adventure, and when she gains squire status in In the Hand of the Goddess, her growing abilities make her a few friends -- and many enemies. Books 3 and 4 complete Alanna's adventure and secure her legend, with the new knight errant taking on desert tribesmen in The Woman Who Rides like a Man and seeking out the powerful Dominion Jewel in Lioness Rampant.

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Recommended by anonymous here

Genre: Historical Fiction / Classics

Synopsis: The unforgettable novel of a childhood in a sleepy Southern town and the crisis of conscience that rocked it, To Kill A Mockingbird became both an instant bestseller and a critical success when it was first published in 1960. It went on to win the Pulitzer Prize in 1961 and was later made into an Academy Award-winning film, also a classic.Compassionate, dramatic, and deeply moving, To Kill A Mockingbird takes readers to the roots of human behavior - to innocence and experience, kindness and cruelty, love and hatred, humor and pathos. Now with over 18 million copies in print and translated into forty languages, this regional story by a young Alabama woman claims universal appeal. Harper Lee always considered her book to be a simple love story. Today it is regarded as a masterpiece of American literature.

#our world book day celebration

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jesusatmysix · 2 years

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This is your mentality......

I leave where I use to live. Low wages or no jobs. Gang violence, drugs, claims of racism and bigotry. For a better way of life.

Relocate to where it's more subtle.... A nicer environment! Only problem is..... I brought my ignorant ass mentality with me.

I went to get something to eat last night. Walk into a fast food place. Full of young black people. Could tell right away that they didn't want to wait on me. It doesn't take much to flip niggas here. Gossip! A few pats on the ego from caucasia.

So, as I'm rolling up to the counter..... This dumb ass dude says to the group, "I'm going to my car to get my gun." They all laugh, and he walks off. I'm thinking wow, what a stupid bastard! Saying shit like that in front of a customer.

So, after the little hesitation, this dude takes my order. Threw the shit in the smallest bag they had, and shoved it at me.

I guess maybe two months ago I heard this Bojangles deliberately instant near me and proclaim, "these kids are just looking to have what we had twenty, thirty years ago." That was because I've stated that these folks come here from NOWHERESVILLE, start making money I was making twenty thirty years ago and they turn white over night. They forget where they come from, and start looking down on those with less. And I reiterate.... since all this Trump bullshit. Things got worse.

But my kept thinking about the statement, "looking for what we had twenty to thirty years ago.' What about what we had a hundred years ago? Before black cities were burned down? Before Black Wall Street was destroyed? Black mayors, black banks, black doctors. Benefit of the doubt! All that was erased from history. But now that it's known.... Why hasn't anything changed? Another reiteration: Niggas are being manufactured to an acceptable quality standard set by the same White Supremacists System they claim brought their asses down in the first place. White people have been brainwashed , reared to believe they're superiority by the same system. They'll put their great grandmothers to work for their save the white race agenda. Blacks got tired if working for pennies, and said fuck it! Work yourselves in an early grave. We'll sit back and watch and see how you do without us. So, they labeled black people lazy, and turned to the Mexicans. (You ever notice that in every city, Asians have their own areas of businesses? Built up without white money. Why is that? Anybody ever stop to see what they're doing right? I'm sure you can find excuses, buts facts bear witness!) Accolades upon accolades upon accolades! And they're just as lazy! Divide and conquer! Only it wasn't working! White people needed the black people to work! So, they started throwing money at them. Just like my generation say, "my child is gonna have better than I did." And we have them stuff upon stuff upon stuff. Spoiled rotten bastards who never had to go through the fire, and the fire is what purifies the gold. So now, they figured some shit out. Give them better wages, better poorly built housing to make them believe they're doing better, and then heighten the rate of inflation so the greedy white supremacists machine stays full, and the minority factor remains such. WE GOT OUR HEBREW SLAVES BACK!

Yup! Back to the mentality of the "I'm better than them" house niggers, to the struggle of the "bougie niggas think they too good to speak" field niggers.

DIVIDE AND CONQUER, WHILE MAINTAINING CHAOS AND CONFUSION ..... Satan.

SEPARATING THE WHEAT FROM THE TARES, TO BRING PEACE AND HARMONY........GOD

My thoughts! My opinion!

Don't like it!?🖕🏼

Nap time!

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ardently-dreaming · 3 years

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Mother Said

My mother used to tell me to put on the ‘armor of God’ when I was a child and freaking out. It’s from scripture in the Bible I think Ephesians.

We were everything from Baptist to presbyterian to (nowadays) non-denominational when I was growing up in rural/suburban Nowheresville.

The prayer goes something like ‘put on the helmet of salvation, the breastplate of righteousness, gird your loins up with the truth, shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace, wield the shield of faith and the sword of the spirit which is the word of God.’

Sometimes I find myself repeating this over and over if I’m scared and I have already gone through the our father/lord’s prayer multiple times with no effect. I also command things out in the lord’s name or pray that he banish things intending harm from the home. Left overs from a childhood steeped in middle-class republican Christianity. And growing up being told ancestral demons/evil plagued our bloodline (I’m adopted but I guess I still should worry).

And when I was a child I got visions of demons and bad things happening sometimes. I don’t see these things as often now that I’m older and on medications (i’m depressed/anxious not schizo, just fyi).

I try not to look at things that are possibly there/not there that are frightening because if they are really there then isn’t that what they want you to do...and if they aren’t then...what does it matter if I look?

I mostly just assume these high moments of anxiety/paranoia stem from my generalized anxiety disorder and are not truly anything. Maybe a shadow out of the corner of the eye that seems to be moving oddly is really just a shadow. But like I said, my family is a big believer in God and that the devil/demons do exist so I cover my bases just in case.

I believe in God and the devil and demons but I’m not sure of the influences in modern day society. I believe in the supernatural and ghosts...but what does that have to do with or how does it combine with christianity. I also believe in evolution since it’s a proven theory scientifically, but again...how does this go along with my faith. I’m not sure, I’m not sure anyone is sure.

And a lot of the population is agnostic, atheist, or have decided to play at worshipping the devil (yep, kids these days, huh). It’s tough to be a christian these days...I believe but am not the most devout follower. And the bible thumping, crucifix wearing, ‘honk if you love Jesus’ types bother me. It’s a quandary; a perplexing thought process; a puzzle-box that resists as you try to solve it.

#mother #bible verse #christian #faith in god #anxiety #belief in god #idk #what do i know

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shadowofthelamp · 7 years

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Let Me Help

So, after some introspection and realizing why Ford matters to me, I decided that the self-insert fic I was planning to do anyways should work off of that. Set in the 80′s, during the time Ford had locked himself up to study more about Bill post-betrayal.

I’m going to do another one in a bit that’s a bit more huggy and comforting, but I wanted to get a base and try and get 80′s ford nailed down.

Gravity Falls in the winter is kind of peaceful.

Well, it's a small town in the middle of nowheresville, Oregon- of course it's going to be quiet. There's the occasional gnome attack, but you'd gotten used to them and the other various supernatural creatures ages ago. You'd grown up here, after all.

However, one thing was new this year- the mysterious scientist who lived in the woods. Not Fiddleford, he came into town often and was happy to chat with people, everyone knew him by now. He had an accent, he had helped Susan fix the broken oven in the diner, and he had fun stories about his farm when he was a kid.

No, his partner was the mystery. S... S something. Stanley? Samuel? Whatever it was, he only ever appeared to buy supplies then sweep back to his backwoods cabin out on Gopher Road. He wore a trench coat. You'd seen him approximately three times. Once in the diner, ordering coffee, once at the hardware store buying a blowtorch, and once in the middle of the woods with a net, chasing after pixies.

It didn't tell you much besides the fact he hadn't figured out that the pixies would come to you if you had honey.

Maybe it wasn't the best idea, but you hadn't always had the best ideas, you'd run out of books to read, and something in you itched for an adventure, but you found yourself traipsing through the December snow to that creaky house that already looked old at the end of the road. Fiddleford had always been so kind, and you'd always liked talking to the shy ones in class. S-whatever probably was the same. He didn't seem much older than you, after all. Maybe he just needed a friend.

...Those barrels out front probably were full of some kind of science goo. This was Gravity Falls, not some place that would end up on the news because somebody had toxic waste.

The floorboards of the porch creaked under your winter boots, and you knocked on the door twice. Snow plopped off the roof and unto the ground, crushing a solitary weed that had squirmed up through the frost. Footsteps clomped towards the door, but it didn't open.

"Who is it?" His voice was shaky, and you puzzled over a response for a moment.

"My name is Miranda, I'm just here to talk. Is this a bad time?"

"Who are you?" The doorknob rattled, but the door remained shut.

"Um, I'm... Miranda. I'm twenty two, I was just curious what you do out-" The door nearly slammed you in the face as he pointed a flashlight to your eyes, a snarl on his lips. The light burns, but he only leaves it on for a moment before being satisfied by whatever he did (or didn't) see.

You regret coming the moment he tugs you in by your wrist, reminders of stranger danger floating around in your head. You can still feel the wind and snow swirling at your back, but he just tugs his coat tighter around him with his free hand as he narrows his eyes.

"Why are you here?"

"I... well, I haven't seen Fiddleford in town for nearly a week, and I've always been sort of interested in science, and... are you all right?" It had taken until you'd seen him in flickering light, but he didn't look very well. There were bags under his eyes, and his skin was sallow and sagging, as if he'd lost weight.

"That's a good one. You just happened to show up when you've never wanted to be here before?" His nails dig into your wrist as he flips your hand over, tugging off your glove and shining his flashlight at your palm. He yanks it up to eye level, and you stumble forward, barely managing to avoid crashing into him. "Fingerprints look legitimate..."

"Seriously, are you okay? It's freezing in here, you don't have any heat on. Is that a dinosaur skull? Why were you looking at my-" "Shh, he's- what did you say your name was? Never mind, it's not important. You shouldn't be here, why are you here?"

His eyes are twitching, and he looks like your friend after she stayed up two days straight during a particularly strenuous final. "I was just... wondering, is all. About your fancy science stuff. I saw you chasing after pixies once, so... you like Gravity Falls for the supernatural stuff too, right? I have some stories-"

He sets his hands on your shoulders, squeezing in the fabric of your coat. "Listen. You don't want to be involved with me, with this. Leave, and don't come back. Tell everyone to stay away. This is dangerous, awful, it's a mess, it's a mess-" He's started shaking, and you set a hand on top of one of his. Something feels weird- does he have too many fingers?- but it seems to calm him down, at least a little.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I'll... I'll go."

"Yes. Yes, go, that's a good idea." He lets go, raking a hand through his hair. It's slick, but more like he hadn't washed it in a few days than the shine of hair gel.

He ushers you out the door, and it isn't until it clicks shut that you realize a piece of paper is stuck to your boot. The wet snow has made half of it indecipherable, but the parts that are are scribbles of some kind of were-cougar. It's apparently a cougar that turns into a much bigger cougar on full moons.

Huh. You'd never seen that before. _________

It was two days before you found yourself on his doorstep again. You hadn't even gotten his name yet, but... he'd looked like he needed help. Badly. You'd been in that sort of place before, that place when you didn't want to admit you felt like shit and didn't care about life anymore, and if you could help someone out of there, you damn well were going to do it.

You had macaroni and cheese in a thermos. It wasn't very classy but it would have probably melted your mom's tupperware so it was better than nothing.

You knocked twice. "It's me again!"

"Who?"

"Miranda! I came a few days ago, you shined a light in my eyes?"

Something metal jangled before the door creaked open.

"What did... did I tell you to leave?"

"Yes, but I wanted to give you this." You hold out the thermos. "It has mac and cheese. I know it's not much, but it didn't look like you'd eaten."

He stares at you like you'd grown horns.

"You can look at my hands again, if you want."

"What do you care about hands?" His tone shoots to defensive almost immediately.

"Well, you wanted to see mine last time. Something about the fingerprints. I dunno what you were looking for."

He blinks before taking a step back, and you hear a series of crashes before he's pushing the door open the rest of the way. You take that as a cue to step in, nearly tripping over a cage that only went up just past your ankle. "Woah!"

"Ah, my- my apologies, I wasn't expecting- it was- nothing."

Turning slightly to your left to the stairs shows three chairs- all different- and another cage twice the size of the one that almost made your teeth get acquainted with the wooden floorboards. Either someone had had a fit or he'd been blocking the door and needed to chuck them away to let you in.

"I know I'm probably intruding but... I noticed you didn't look so hot, last time. I know mac and cheese always makes me feel better."

You hold out the thermos again, and he takes it from you, setting it on a small table littered with printer paper.

"Oh. Um. Thank you." He stares at you for a few moments, scanning you up and down. Even in a puffy coat, you feel almost naked. "Why did you do that for me? I don't know you. Is this a trick?"

"I... I've been where you are." You swallow, about to continue, but then he suddenly smiles. It doesn't look like he's happy- his eyes are watering- but it shows off a chipped tooth and blood on his gums.

"You think you've been where I am? You know what- what I've been through? You... you couldn't possibly...!" His mouth extends to the point where you wince for his cheek muscles, but this feels like a horror movie. You take a step backwards as he slaps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide and something that's both a sob and a distorted laugh forces its way out of his throat. His body starts shaking again, and you raise a hand to your own mouth.

Whatever is wrong with him, if he doesn't get help he is going to hurt himself. You know this for certain- and you knew a panic attack when you saw one.

"Hey, it's okay. Breathe." You can't force your feet to move closer, but you can ball your hands into fists and shove them into your coat pockets. "It's all right, let it out, take a breath." He's still wide-eyed, looking at something above you and a million miles away. "With me, in one thousand, two one thousand, out one thousand, two one thousand."

He squeezes his eyes closed, nodding his head far faster then the pace you're setting, but you try again. "In one thousand, two one thousand, out one thousand, two one thousand. Focus on my voice. Just think of the snow falling outside. It's nice and even and slow. Focus on your hands, squeeze your fingers, focus on how it feels against your palm... okay, let them go."

He took another deep breath before opening his eyes again. The right one looks more bloodshot than the left but they're both more grounded than they were before.

"...Thank you."

You force up a smile even though your heart is pounding. "You're welcome. I've had panic attacks before, I know they majorly suck. That's part of why I came- I wanted to know if I could help."

"Help?" He wraps his arms around himself, and you notice the elbow is burnt off the left sleeve.

"Yeah, help. I don't want anybody going through that junk alone, after I did." You take a few steps forward, and your boots crinkle more paper.

He takes a few steps back as you move, so you stop.

"No, no. No, this is a trick, I can't trust you, can't trust anyone, can't-"

"I promise, I'm not going to hurt you." You have a sudden idea. "How about I prove it?"

"How?"

You grab the thermos of noodles. "How about we split it? You know it's not poisoned or whatever, I'll know you're eating. That's the first thing I know I stopped, anyway- eating properly."

He stares at you for a solid fifteen seconds before nodding slowly.

"Fine."

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Over the next week, you learn new information bit by bit. His name is Stanford. He's been in Gravity Falls for six years now. He came here because it's one of the weirdest places in the world, something you think is accurate and also really neat. You can't imagine the town without talking squirrels or the occasional wandering vampire.

He's done something bad. He refuses to specify what, or to let you past the living room, but considering every time you see him he's got a new bandage somewhere, he's still beating himself up for it.

Your suggestion that he go to the hospital for a few days nearly gets a fork in your neck so you decide to not mention it again. You're pleased that he's gained a tiny bit of color, but the bags under his eyes only continue to get deeper. There are always mugs half-filled with coffee scattered around, but if you ask how long it's been since he's slept, he simply waves it off, that he has too much work to do.

You never visit for long- he usually shoos you out within fifteen minutes, but by the third time, you've developed a routine- he gives you a code word at the end of one visit, and you'll say it the next so he knows it's you.

Unfortunately, you never really learn what he thinks some mysterious 'other you' with sinister intentions could be.

A particularly cloudy Thursday, when he answers the door he's got a creepy grin on his face and his glasses glint gold.

"Hey! Come in, come in! I'm so glad you're here, I've been dying to show you something!"

He didn't even ask for the code word, but you step inside anyways. Maybe you were just dumb that way. Maybe you'd started to like the way his hands darted about, and how he looked when he explained something, lighting up and showing you a hint of what he'd used to be.

Maybe it was something more than just trying to prevent the continuation of a spiral like your own.

"What do you want to-" you start, but Stanford shoved something that smelled rancid into your face. It took a moment for your crossed eyes to adjust, and you saw fur and blood and white squirming maggots. Upon stumbling back, you realized it was a deer head, with the antlers replaced with a crown of rabbit's ears. Knives stabbed into both eyeballs, and blood drooled down the cheeks of the animal.

You bit your lip, forcing yourself not to look away. "That's... interesting. Very dark."

"Oh, that's nothing! Wanna see what I did to myself?" You nearly vomit as he drops the deer head (that hits the wood with a meaty THWAUMP) and rips back his sleeve to show fresh burns, ragged cuts zigzagging across them like a sick facsimile of stitches on a baseball.

"Wh-what..."

"I'm a bit out there, see!" His grin grew wider. "It's not safe, y'know- one day I'm just curled up on a puddle of my own tears, the next I'm doing taxidermy on live animals! It's a toss-up, curly, and I think you might wanna stay away! That sound good?"

You nod mutely, stomach still turning with bile. The blood from the deer splattered unto your pants and shoes.

"Toodles!" He roughly shoves you through the door and off the porch, slamming it hard enough to make a single bird that had braved the winter fly off with an indignant 'CAW!'.

You shiver in the snow for a moment before coming to your senses and bolting.

#gravity falls #ford pines #stanford pines #shadow writes stuff #gf blogging

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 7 years

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Hai hai o7 Would you happen to have any maestro (orchestrating orchester I'm not sure how to say) Sterek fics or any Glee AUs? Thank you and have a nice day :3

I couldn’t find any maestro fics so here’s an update on our Glee tag! It’s been a while. - Anastasia

Everything's Gleeful and Nothing Hurts by using_this_name

(1/1 I 1,114 I Mature I Sterek)

What are gender and sexuality in the face of Katy Perry lyrics?

Turns out, they are still things, actually.

Gleen Wolf by hazelandglasz

(3/? I 1,426 I Teen I Sterek)

The one where Blaine Anderson and Stiles Stilinski are cousins

The Time Puckleberry Met Sterek by Theonethatwritesandobsesses

(1/1 I 1,911 I Not Rated I Sterek)

What happens when Sterek and Pucklberry meet?

Look Who I Found by NerineLunaCyran

(2/? I 2,881 I Teen I Sterek)

After the events surrounding the Nogitsune, Derek once again leaves Beacon Hills. He needs some space, so peace and quiet to think and get his mind back on track. He figured New York has served him well enough in the past, so that's where he goes. What he doesn't count on, however, is seeing Stiles every couple of days. Until it turns out it isn't really Stiles at all.

The Kinney-Hummel-Stilinski Family Reunion by ladylaura

(2/? I 2,981 I Mature I Sterek)

Claudia Stilinski and Elizabeth Hummel were Brian Kinney’s younger twin sisters, Kurt and Stiles look just like their mothers, and nobody likes Claire, Joan, or Jack. Teen Wolf Season 3 does not exist in my world, because Erica and Boyd are beautiful and necessary.

Reflection by LLN3dseestheLight

(3/3 I 3,598 I Mature I Sterek)

After the trauma with the Nogitsune, John Stilinski thinks it best to send son to his step brother Burt Hummel. But will trouble or a certain Sourwolf follow Stiles to Lima?

That Is Your Cousin? by Marsetta

(9/? I 4,435 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has been having nightmares about his time as the nogetsune, so his dad sends him to his mothers brother, Burt, in Nowheresville Ohio. Derek follows him, using the excuse that Stiles needs something familiar. What happens when Peter follows?And why does Stiles have to run into more supernatural trouble?

Forever Bound by faerietalegal

(6/? I 5,207 I Not Rated I Sterek)

The pack faces new challenges and a new life in a new country.Let's see how it all works out.

The (Forced) Outsider by CamilleHale

(4/? I 5,901 I Explicit I Sciles)

What the hell was Derek Hale doing outside Scott's house?

After having to go through a lot to finally get together, Scott and Stiles' relationship is invaded by new problems.More specifically,

Derek Hale.

We Radiate by HWWHOC

(7/? I 11,487 I Teen I Sterek)

One would think that with werewolves, shapeshifters, banshees, and the like running around Beacon Hills that things couldn't get any weirder. Well, they're wrong. A new kind of sinister supernatural force has arrived and it's going to take an outsider to help bring it down. But you're probably thinking... what kind of outsider can possibly help the already existent supernatural creatures take defense against this new breed of evil? Let me just tell you now, he's like nothing you've seen before.

Under Pressure by theauthor2010

(21/21 I 22,719 I Teen I Sterek)

After his suicide attempt, Dave moves to Beacon Hills to live out his senior year with his cousin Stiles. He'll have to try and adjust to the new life, as well as take notice of certain interactions between his cousin and a mystery man.

Three in the Blue by idareu2bme

(5/5 I 25,166 I Explicit I Sterek)

Out of the blue, Derek's ex contacts him.

#teen wolf #sterek #sciles #stiles stilinski #derek hale #scott mccall #anon #glee au #high school au #Anonymous

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deathandrenegades · 7 years

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Enscripted - Part 1

Summary: Soulmate AU between Dean and reader. Dean’s your new neighbor in a small town, which arises strange feels to implode from you. On top of it, there’s another face that seems to stir trouble. Could he be who he says he is?

Word Count: 2024

A/N: Mostly just flufffff. I posted this fic awhile back, but i changed my URL so i’m just reposting this (and other fics) again!

He wandered into my cluttered living room, putting his phone to his ear.

"Hey how's everything been?" His voice gruff and muffled. I unpacked the rest of the pots and pans, the clanking metal drowning out his voice.

I jumped as his voice sounded behind me.

"Hey- woah hey sorry." he put his hands up smiling. I caught my breath and chuckled.

"No it’s okay, sorry, I just scare easily." I sheepishly smiled, letting out a breath. His lips tucked into a small smile and he clapped his hands together. I jumped again at the sound of thunder. He peered outside of the kitchen window curtains, it was absolutely down pouring outside. He frowned at the sight, as I looked over him, assessing him fully.

"Well, I certainly can’t have you walking out there in that," I smiled politely, his eyes locking mine. "Can I get you a drink? Water, soda, beer?" He smiled and looked down at his hands briefly.

"Uh beer would be good, yeah." he replied scratching the back of his head.

I grabbed two from the fridge and walked us into the living room. Boxes still littering the floor. He sat on the couch as I knelt down and started to empty out the boxes, mostly books. I picked up some and walked over to the bookshelf on the end of the couch.

"So what brings you out here?" The town’s population was under 15000. Nothing ever really happened here. When he didn’t answer I looked over at him. His hands holding his beer as he leaned over his knees. He stared at the bottle, caught into a faraway place. He cleared his throat, shaking his head as if to get rid of the thought.

"Um, I just needed a fresh start I guess." he let out a breathy laugh. He clenched his jaw, his eyes squinting slightly. I placed the books on my shelf, looking at him. There was something else, more to him than he was letting off.

But why be so guarded? I thought.

I walked over to another box, not looking at him as I bent down to grab more books.

"How is that working out for you?" I asked. He sipped his beer. I walked back to the shelf and placed the books on it. I sighed and sat down next to him, twisting off the cap to my beer and relaxing into the couch. He sat back to look at me.

"It is what it is," he sighed, "but it’s not bad, or at least it won’t be. I have to unpack myself still."

I glanced through the window as it continued to pour. I looked back at Dean, this mysterious man. He has short blonde hair, sticking up and a striking jawline, his plaid flannel peeking from his dark green jacket. He almost looked sleepy. I flicked on the TV mounted to the wall and handed him the remote. He took it from me and I gave him a reassuring smile. He shrugged and kicked off his boots as we both waited for the storm to dwindle down.

I finished with the boxes in the kitchen and made my way upstairs to finish the office and my bedroom, periodically checking on the man in my living room.

I shuffled down the stairs.

"Okay I think I finally have my bedroom all set" I sighed with relief, stepping into the living room. Dean slouched over, snoring into his chest.

How did I not see this coming, I thought to myself. I sighed and headed up the stairs, pulling some blankets out of a closet and grabbing a pillow off my bed. I hurriedly moved down the stairs and went over to him. I set the blankets down on the coffee table, and the pillow on the end of the couch, and gently moved him down then throwing the blanket over him. He sighed as his sleep deepened. I fought a smile, looking over how peaceful he looked. I sighed and cleared away the beer bottles.

I laid in bed, eerily aware of the body down stairs. Cautious, but he seemed harmless enough. I could tell that there was much more under the surface. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d ever hear from him again after tomorrow when he wakes up. I don’t know anyone in the town really besides him. I sighed and settled into my bed more.

I woke to sunlight dripping through the curtains. I groaned at the sight. I yanked myself out of bed, hopping in the shower. I wrapped myself in a towel and got ready for the day, pulling my long blonde hair into a ponytail. I got dressed and made my way down stairs, wondering if he'd still be here.

I stepped into the living room, my heart beating hard. He was splayed over the couch, nearly falling off and snoring loudly. I suppressed a giggle at the sight and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.

"For a stranger, you sure are nice." a husky voice said behind me, making me jump as I cracked eggs. "You really gotta work on that jump thing." he said with a smile. I giggled and nodded. He yawned, stretched and sat at the table as I handed him a plate of eggs and bacon with a cup of OJ. A grin stretched over his face before he dug in.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked through my own mouthful of breakfast.

"Like a friggin' baby." he said as he took another fork full of eggs.

"Good I’m glad. What a way to get acquainted" I laughed. He chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"So what do you do for a living?" He asked, presumably out of obligation to ask.

"I was with a chemical company, now I work at one of the bars downtown." I asked sipping my orange juice.

"So why did you move out here then?"

"It paid amazingly and I love chemistry but something just didn’t feel right. I needed to be somewhere else." my voice trailed off.

"Jeez, loving chemistry, can’t picture it." I raised my eyebrows. He caught my eye and quickly explained "I didn’t mean about you, you look very smart, I meant for me. I hated chemistry." he said shaking his head and swallowing some OJ.

I laughed "school isn’t your thing then I take it?"

"And it never will be!" he confirmed "you and your nerd stuff." he muttered shaking his head again

"I am not a nerd!" I said pouting

He looked into my eyes, making me catch my breath for a second "you said you LOVE chemistry, That’s nerd stuff!"

"Whatever." I said in frustration, rolling my eyes and then catching his only to burst out in laughter with him.

"So what about you though?"

"I just fix cars. Nothing better." He said. I could hear the admiration in his voice.

"There’s nothing better than getting paid to do what you love." I agreed. "So you’re just unpacking today then?" I asked making polite small talk, there was something about Dean that captivated me. Maybe it was a new fresh start, a new face, but I genuinely could feel him already growing on me.

"Yeah I haven’t even started really." he sighed.

"Bummer. Well, since I’m your new neighbor it’s only fair I offer you some help." I smiled at him, looking into his green eyes. His eyes locked mine, making him dazed for a second. He broke away from my gaze, shaking his head a little.

"No, that’s fine, really. You've been all the more welcoming with me, if anything it’s me that owes you a favor."

"Well, maybe not a favor, but how about a drink?" I held my breath, daring to make the first move. My heel bounced anxiously awaiting his answer. He seemed to nearly be frozen.

Finally he smiled, looking at me. "Tomorrow night, 7?" He pursed his lips a little. I nodded at him.

"There’s another bar right up the road from us, not the one I work at though."

"Perfect" he said with a smile, getting up from the table. I took his plate from him and dropped ours into the sink, then turning to walk him to the door.

"I really can’t thank you enough" he said kindly. I beamed at him.

"It’s really no big deal. You were pretty beat, and I was unpacking. A win-win, really." I reassured him. He sighed and looked down, and I opened the door for him. "Have a safe walk Dean." I said softly, catching his gaze before he walked out of the door.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of the nagging itch to turn around and go back to her. There’s something about her that pulls me to her. Almost like a physical force, I thought in awe. I finally got home, pushing her out of my head so I can focus on getting my new house together.

I laid in bed, finally having everything in order. I couldn’t help but think back to her, wondering what she was doing right now. Maybe if she was thinking about me even...I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to believe I’m feeling this way already. Every time I got close to anyone I’ve always pushed them away, too selfish, too scared. And she seemed so amazing, my brain rattling with thoughts of her. I fell asleep to her brown eyes burned into my brain.

Sunlight blared through the blinds. I got up, stretching and groaning. Something through the window caught my eye. It was her, the girl, tanning in her backyard. I put my hand on the wall, practically smooshing my face against the glass trying to get a better look. My cheeks flushed as she stood up, her petite body looking more toned than ever, dripping in tanning oil. She looked up, catching my eye, and I all but darted away from the window. When I dared look back I could see her brilliant smile and her shoulders shake with laughter. I wanted to slam my head through a wall for being so drawn to her, conflicted with what to do.

I hopped in the shower, trying to clear my head. I called Sam after.

"Hey"

"How’s it going in Nowheresville?" Sam teased. I grinned.

"Oh you know, it has its perks. One in particular actually." I smiled at the thought of her.

"You’ve been there for three days and you’re already seeing someone? Why I am not even surprised." Sam’s laughter rang through the phone. I missed him.

"Well it’s obviously not that serious. I’m seeing her tonight." I felt anxiety kick in at the thought.

"Well, maybe you should really let go and give this a shot Dean. I mean you barely know her and I can hear your eagerness and happiness. That’s definitely something special you shouldn’t ignore." He spoke sternly. I rolled my eyes.

"Okay Sally whatever you say." I said sarcastically. I could hear him roll his eyes. A part of me didn’t want to fight these feelings anymore though, or him.

"So is anything happening though?" I asked bringing the conversation away from me.

"Uh no, I’ve kinda been keeping out of cases. You know how much i'd like a family. And you’ve finally stepped out of it too. Maybe it’s just time for this to all be put to bed" he sighed. I could hear his longing to finally have a normal life. I nodded, clenching my jaw. Sammy always got what he wanted. He found love so easily.

"Alright, well, come see me soon." I smiled.

"Yeah Dean of course. I miss you too." he chuckled. I rolled my eyes.

"Seriously, Samantha, what is this? A chick flick?" I retorted with a click. I turned to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

I sighed, looking at myself in the mirror. Though I wore what I always do, I couldn’t help but feel so self-conscious. I don’t know what it was, but I just wanted to impress her. I swallowed, getting ready to walk next door.

#dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #spn #supernatural #fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #writing

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iamindeeddistressed · 3 years

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Fic: Dean rescues Cas from the empty (repost bc i think ppl need it)

1900 words

They find the spell in a book buried deep in the Men of Letters’ library.

“I should go with you,” Sam says.

“No, Sammy. No sense in both of us dying. Besides, maybe you can help maintain the spell. Make it last longer.”

“Maybe,” Sam agrees doubtfully.

“We got everything we need?” Dean grabs his gun and his machete; they’re useless toys against the Empty, but they make him feel safer.

“Yeah. Just gotta work the spell. Dean, are you sure—“

“Of course I’m sure, Sammy.”

“I just, we could try praying to Jack again—“

“Jack told us the deal, Sammy. He’s out. Now, I’m not leaving Cas alone in there for a second longer than I have to.”

Sam swallows. “Right. You’re right.” And he begins to compile the components for the spell and read the latin. It’s a long one; Dean is sure he couldn’t have done it himself. It takes over an hour, without breaks, without misreads. Sam does it on the first try.

A rip in time and space opens in the bunker kitchen.

“You’ve got a minute and a half,” says Sam hoarsely. “Good luck.”

Dean is already plunging forward.

“Cas!” Walking through the empty feels like walking nowhere at all. It’s impossible even to know that he’s progressing, except by glancing now and then at the glowing rift behind him, slowly shrinking as he moves forward. “Cas!”

Cas is asleep, but not regretful. He has paid penance already, many times over, for his sins. Now his only regrets are things that could never have happened; things he never would’ve had. They are bittersweet, a mixture of fantasy and loss. It’s not bad, exactly, but it is lonely.

Cas is awakened by a shout. He’s groggy, confused. It takes him a moment to recognize the noise he’s hearing as his own name. He looks up and there’s Dean Winchester, smiling at him. Impossible.

“Dean?”

“Cas. Come on, I’m breaking you out.”

“This is real?” Cas stares at Dean’s smile, at his outstretched hand. He looks real, but it is so similar to his dreams.

“'Course it is, Cas. Come on. We don’t have time. We’re gonna have to run for it.”

Maybe good things do happen. Cas steps forward. Dean is only another step away.

“Why are you so loud,” complains a voice from all around them. Cas blinks. There he is— another Cas, this one angry, with a hand on Dean’s shoulder. The Empty tightens its grip on Dean and his face suddenly contorts in pain. His neck turns black.

“Dean. Let go of him!”

“I don’t think so,” says the Empty with Cas’s voice. “He’s another one of them. Another one who doesn’t play by the goddamn rules.” Dean gasps and veins of black pulse beneath his skin.

“You said he’s loud,” says Cas desperately. “If he bothers you, just throw him out.”

“Oh, no. I know what’s going on in there.” The Empty grimaces and gestures toward Dean. “—That flurry of pitiful little emotions. If I let him go, he’ll just try to come back again. When will you people learn that you can’t just walk in and out of this place?”

Cas can only stare helplessly. Behind Dean is a point of light, a rift, where they must’ve been running to. As Cas watches, it winks out. They’re trapped here. Dean is going to die after all.

It’s all Dean can do just to breathe, much less speak. He has to force his chest open and closed like a bellows. Each breath feels like it tears his throat. It feels like he’s been stabbed through the heart, through the soul. All that time he’d spent over the last few weeks thinking about words, agonizing over them; well, he’s finally face-to-face with Cas and they’re useless to him now. All he can do is stare at Cas.

The Empty flexes, and with a roil of pain Dean is sent back, back, twelve years back, to a barn in nowheresville, Kansas. Sparks are flying and there’s a being that he doesn’t yet trust telling him to have faith, that good things do happen. Dean smiles despite himself. This is where it changed, he thinks. Chuck’s plan. None of them knew it yet. Dean watches himself, defiant, defensive. Castiel stares at him, realization in his eyes.

“You don’t think you deserve to be saved.”

“Fuckin’ hypocrite,” Dean mutters under his breath. He’s surprised to find he has a voice here, in his memories.

The memory of Cas keeps talking, tells him he has a purpose. They were so young. So stupid. Believing all of Chuck’s lies.

“I’ve figured it out, Cas” Dean says, his voice ringing clear with practiced words, “the truth.” The memory doesn’t react.

There’s a wave of pain and Dean is brought back to the Empty. He can feel it, crawling up his back, into his lungs. He can’t feel his feet at all.

“SHUT UP!” It’s shouting, in Cas’s voice. “SHUT UP, SHUT UP!” Dean doesn’t bother to look. He stares straight forward, at the real Cas. His Cas. Dean still can’t speak for the pain. He can only mouth Cas’s name, reach a hand out to him. Cas is crying. Fucking hell, Cas is crying.

“You idiot,” says Cas, and grabs Dean’s arm. They hold on to each other. They both know there’s no escape. The Empty is crawling up Dean’s legs and it’s rolling down his scalp and it’s turned his blood black. This is it, they think, staring into each other’s eyes.

Pain stabs Dean through the heart and he’s sent back again, into himself.

He remembers discovering something greater, but not trusting it until Cas was the only hope he had left. He remembers praying for the first time. He remembers trusting Cas at last, walking with him through a rainy street, laughing together. Touching. He remembers Cas leaving after the apocalypse, something never quite feeling right after. He remembers Cas coming back, only to hurt them. That betrayal had hurt worse than Hell. It had hurt worse than this. At least they’re together now.

Dean grips Cas’s arm. Cas is gripping him back. He can’t see anymore. He’s gasping for air. How the hell is he supposed to tell him without words, without sound?

Dean remembers forgiving Cas before the end. The lake. The grief. He remembers Cas returned, insane but still kind. Useless but gloriously present. He remembers Cas leaving him that first night in Purgatory. Fighting to find him. He remembers praying. Praying every night. Praying all day.

“STOP IT!” The Empty shrieks, but Dean has it now, he thinks he’s figured it out, and he reaches his other hand out to Cas, grabs on to him, and starts to pray.

Pain is pulsing through his eyes, through his lungs, through his memories and his feelings, and where there isn’t pain there is nothing at all, and so Dean doesn’t have words to pray with, not now, but maybe he has enough. He’s clinging to Cas’s arms and he’s praying with feeling, only feeling, and so much of that feeling now is pain, but so much is love, too.

“Dean.”

The feelings are too much, and other memories are coming to him quickly now, of being apart again and again and again and each time just as painful, but he also remembers being together, raising a son, feeling affection, anger, forgiveness, he remembers Cas telling him he is good and they are real, finally believing him, Cas saying ‘I love you.’

“Dean, don’t stop.”

There’s a wailing surrounding them, beating at his ear drums. It’s ripping him apart. He’s dripping with Empty, suffocating in it. Half his body is numb and the other half is ripping out of him. He can feel sleep coming.

Dean gasps a shuddering breath and tries to do as he’s told. The Empty takes, and Dean lets it. Feelings pour out of him. He regrets. Cas is gone again, for the last time. It hurts just as much as it did every single time before it. Jack is gone, too. They’re free now, finally free, but what does that mean, without Cas? What purpose did he have, without Cas there to love? The pain of losing Cas is overwhelming, so much worse than the Empty. Dean lets himself feel it, lets pain soak and rake through him in large sobs. The wailing is inside his head, his throat, his chest, his stomach. He feels like he’s about to explode. He prays.

The Empty takes him.

It’s quiet.

Dean is remembering a dream, sitting on a small dock on a lake that doesn’t exist. It’s a rare moment of peace. Birds are chirping, but the fish aren’t biting. Everything is still. And Cas is standing beside him, crying.

That isn’t right, he thinks. It isn’t the right Cas. It’s my Cas, he realizes, not a memory. His Cas, who’s clinging to him now, who he made cry. Dean stands, takes Cas’s hands.

Dean speaks.

There’s an unholy scream and light erupts around them. They are thrown to their knees and back to reality, still clinging to each other. Dean can’t see through the bright light; he’s coughing up slime, crying thick tears of ooze. His throat, his entire body feels as though it’s been drained and sliced into jerky. Cas lets go of his arms and Dean realizes they were almost dead with lack of circulation. He forces his own shaking fingers apart, feebly tries to rub life back into Cas, but collapses to the floor instead, still coughing.

“Dean. Just breathe.”

Cas, Dean wants to say, Cas, Cas, Cas.

Cas’s hand cradles Dean’s face and Dean can feel familiar warmth passing through him, stitching him up, refilling him where he’s empty.

“Cas,” Dean whispers.

“Shh,” says Cas. “Just rest. Sam! Are you here, Sam?”

Dean blinks in confusion before realizing they’re in the bunker. They’re in a hallway, Dean’s face is resting on cold grey tile. Sam comes around the corner.

“Cas, Dean! Is he alright?”

“He will be. Would you get him some water? I’m going to get him to bed.”

“Yeah. Got it.”

“Thank you, Sam.”

Cas’s arms engulf him and Dean’s in the air. He doesn’t protest, he’s so tired. He rests his head against Cas’s neck. It’s warm.

Dean is asleep before they reach the bedroom. Cas cradles him gently and places him in the bed. He removes Dean’s shoes and then, sitting on the mattress, one by one finds Dean’s weapons and puts them on the nightstand. Cas brushes a bit of muck from Dean’s forehead and considers kissing him there. Sam enters with the water.

“Hey. It’s good to have you back, Cas.”

“Thank you, Sam.”

“How is he?”

“Tired, but well.”

“And… are you doing okay? I mean, you’re back in one piece?”

“I’m sublime.”

“Wh—What happened in there? The spell we used ran out of time. I thought— I thought you both were trapped there forever.”

“So did I,” Cas admits. “But your brother—“ A proud smile breaks out on Cas’s face. “the Empty— he filled it.”

“What?”

“We should let him rest.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Sam leaves the room first and Cas takes the opportunity to give the kiss he’d been thinking about. He pulls up the blankets. Dean looks peaceful. Cas can’t stop smiling. It’s hard not to smile, when he knows he is loved by Dean Winchester.

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25, 36, 38, 64 take your pick for the drabble thing!

Should I be this excited to finally receive a prompt on here? Thank you!! I picked 64 (“Here, take my blanket.”) for now, but I may do the other ones at some point as well.

Anyway, here it is!

Better Than Fireworks

2k/G/Sterek/fluff (Also on AO3.)

“Wow,” Stiles breathed, “I never realized how peaceful it is outhere at night.”

Derek hummed in agreement as he followed the bobbing beam ofStiles’ flashlight, but said nothing. It was one of his favorite things aboutthe property, really. He’d fallen in love with the large mountain parcel fromthe first time he’d seen it, with its fixer-upper house set way back at the endof a long driveway, hidden from the rest of the world. In the time that he’downed it, Derek had made extensive repairs and upgrades to both the house andyard, but he’d left the surrounding forest largely untouched. It reminded himof home, but without the feelings of loss and pain and failure that had alwayshaunted him in Beacon Hills.

It had taken time, a lot of time, andeven some therapy, for Derek to truly move on enough to return to California.He hadn’t gone back to Beacon Hills, finding himself drawn instead to theforests hours north of his childhood home. It was close enough for his friendsto visit, but far enough away that he never felt the pull to go back to theformer Hale pack lands.

“Hey, Derek, you okay?” Stiles nudged him in the side with anelbow, bringing Derek out of his thoughts.

Years ago, when they’d first met, Derek might have shot back thatit would be even more peaceful if Stiles stopped talking, but things hadchanged since then. Derek had changed since then.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he said instead, letting himself appreciate thegenuine concern in both Stiles’ tone and his scent. Derek wasn’t the only onewho’d changed. Stiles had been through so many things since the two of them hadfirst met, and yet he’d somehow managed to come out stronger. He’d justgraduated from college, and after spending part of the summer at home with hisdad and friends/pack, he’d decided to take Derek up on his offer of a place toget away from everything (namely, Beacon Hills itself) for a while.

Stiles had been staying with Derek for a little over a month, andthough there was something well beyond friendship happening between them - hadbeen for years, really - they were taking things fairly slowly.

“So, you still won’t tell me why we’re going to the overlook?”Stiles threaded the fingers of his free hand through Derek’s, squeezing gently.

“You’ll see.” Derek smiled in the dark, his own fingerstightening. He let his eyes glow briefly, the range of his own night visiongiving him a better view than the flashlight. He could just barely make out thesmall clearing that Stiles had dubbed ‘the overlook.’ It extended outwardbefore dropping off into the ravine that separated Derek’s property from theone on the other side, and the unobstructed view of the sky was stunning, dayand night.

They walked in silence until they reached the clearing. Derekreluctantly let go of Stiles’ hand before slipping the pack from his back andpulling out the contents. He unrolled the camping pad and spread it out on theground, then shook out a thin quilt and laid it on top, all while trying tokeep from being blinded by Stiles’ flashlight.

“Dude, seriously?” Stiles sounded completely confused. “We’re justgoing to chill out here? What if we get attacked by a skunk, or a porcupine, orsomething?”

“We’ll be fine,” Derek replied as he handed Stiles a blanket.“Wolves are pretty high up on the food chain.” He pulled his own blanket out ofthe pack before sitting down on one side of the pad and motioning for Stiles totake the spot beside him.

“Okay, so what’d you do, pee around the whole property to markyour territory or something?” Stiles flopped down beside Derek and pressed intohis side, tucking the flashlight between them so that they could see each otherin the darkness.

“They can just tell. I’ve run the borders fully shifted enoughtimes that they can smell my wolf.” He didn’t dare tell Stiles that he had, infact, pissed at the edges of the clearing more times than he cared to count,both shifted and not - not to mark his territory, but simply because he had togo. He’d never hear the end of it.

“Likely story,” Stiles muttered, but he dropped the subject infavor of continuing his interrogation. “So, are there fireworks in town orsomething?”

“No, no fireworks. I’m hoping for something even better.”

“Are we just going to sit here and look at the stars?”

“You could say that,” Derek murmured, hoping his plan for thenight wouldn’t be a complete bust. His wolf was definitely in sync with the moon,but with the stars? Not so much. Still, it felt right, and something deepinside of Derek reminded him that, no matter what the night sky had in storefor them, this was time that he and Stiles got to share, just the two of them.

Stiles seemed to be satisfied enough with Derek’s vague answer. Hewrapped his blanket around his shoulders and settled back in, plasteringhimself against Derek’s side. They sat in silence as minutes passed, and it wason the tip of Derek’s tongue to tell Stiles what he should be looking for, butthen he felt Stiles shiver against him. Even in the middle of August, it couldget a little chilly at night in the mountains, something Derek hadn’t reallyconsidered before they left the house. He ran warm enough that it rarely botheredhim, but Stiles was a whole different being, in more ways than one.

“Here, take my blanket,” he said into the silence, shaking out hisown folded blanket and draping it around Stiles’ shoulders. He let his armlinger along Stiles’ back, and Stiles leaned into him with a contented sigh.Taking that as a sign, Derek gave Stiles’ bicep a squeeze as he pulled theyounger man in even closer. “Better?”

“Much.” Stiles huffed out a soft laugh. “You’re not very subtle,you know. Bringing me out to look at the stars, giving me your blanket so youhave an excuse to put your arm around me. I’m on to you, Sweetwolf.”

Derek smirked at the nickname. “I didn’t think subtle was yourthing.”

“I’m not complaining.” Stiles turned a little and wrapped an armaround Derek’s back. He went still for a moment, and Derek turned his head intoStiles’ hair, breathing in the scent of him as he waited him out. “I - I reallylike it here, you know. I mean, look at me. I’m sitting outside in the pitchdark in the middle of the woods just outside of Nowheresville, and normally,I’d be really creeped out, right? You know, after everything…” He trailedoff, inhaling deeply through his nose. “But I feel safe here. With you. Like,not just here here, but your place in general.”

The words overwhelmed Derek, not only because there was no lie inthem, but because Stiles had just put into words what Derek himself had beenfeeling since moving to the property, and especially since Stiles had arrived.He felt calm, safe in a way he hadn’t for years, and he was finally able to lethis guard down. The nightmares that had plagued him for years had been reducedto the occasional bad dream, and when he awakened from one, he no longer had toresort to counting his fingers - a trick he’d learned from Stiles so long ago.He was able to ground himself in the call of the mockingbird outside hiswindow, or the sound of the breeze through the treetops, or more recently, thesteady beat of Stiles’ heart. The younger man had recently taken to slippinginto Derek’s bed late at night, which helped both of them immensely, thoughDerek still had a hard time admitting to himself that he might enjoy thecuddling even more than Stiles did.

“Oooo-kay,” Stiles said, his pulse ticking up just a bit. “And Imade thing awkward. Way to go, Stiles.”

“No,” Derek blurted, knowing that feeling all too well. “Youdidn’t. I just - I was thinking the same thing. That I feel safe here.” He tooka deep breath and forced out the rest of the thought. “Especially since you gothere.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Derek pulled back just far enough to look into Stiles’eyes in the dim light. “I found this place, and it helped me…find myself, Iguess.” It sounded corny, and Derek cringed inside, but Stiles just looked athim with a deep understanding. He swallowed, his voice dropping to a nearwhisper. “Then you showed up, and everything felt right for once in my life.”Stiles gaped at him, and Derek felt himself blush. “Now who’s making thingsawkward.”

Stiles shook his head. “I wouldn’t say that, exactly.” BeforeDerek could put together what Stiles meant, the younger man’s lips were on his.It was a soft kiss, not unlike others they’d shared in recent days, butsomething about it felt even more perfect. When they finally parted, Stilesnuzzled into Derek’s neck, and it warmed something deep inside of Derek. “So,did you really bring me out here to woo me? Because it’s working.”

Derek breathed a laugh into Stiles’ hair, then gazed back up atthe sky. Sure enough, within a minute, he saw a flash of light streak acrossthe heavens. “That’s only part of the reason,” he finally answered. “Look up.”

“Huh?” Stiles stirred and pushed himself up far enough to tilt hishead back, looking up at the starry sky above them. “Okay, what am I - whoa!”He jumped, his arm going tight around Derek. “Holy shit, did you seethat?”

“I did.” Derek leaned in to press a kiss to Stiles’ temple beforeturning his attention back to the sky. Stiles was now watching intently,sitting as still as Derek had ever seen him, and he was rewarded for his efforta few minutes later.

“There’s another one. Are you freaking kiddingme?” He turned wide eyes on Derek, who couldn’t help grinning at him.

“Perseid meteor shower,” he said simply. “I figured this would bea good vantage point.”

Stiles gave him a soft smile. “Yeah, this is the best.” He leanedback into Derek’s side, a little shiver running through him. The blankets hadpooled around Stiles’ waist during their impromptu makeout session, and Derekreached down to pull them back up, wrapping them around their shoulders withStiles’ help. Stiles curled into Derek’s warmth, and Derek held him as they satand watched the sky, making soft noises of awe every time they saw anothermeteor.

As Stiles snuggled into him, it hit Derek that, in that moment,there was nowhere he’d rather be, and no one with whom he’d rather be sharinghis time.

He was in love with Stiles.

He’d probably known for a long time, but the realization didn’taffect him the same way it would have years ago. Instead of being caught offguard by it or scared of what might happen to Stiles, the understanding that hewas in love with the younger man simply settled Derek even more.

A small smile playing at the corners of his mouth, Derek tuckedhis face into Stiles’ neck and inhaled deeply. Stiles hummed and tilted his headto give Derek better access. Derek’s lips traced a path up to a spot on Stiles’jaw, just in front of his ear.

“So,” he whispered, “better than fireworks?”

Stiles laughed softly, his fingers tickling Derek’s side throughhis shirt. “Well, I love fireworks, but…not gonna lie, this is totally betterthan fireworks.”

And as they sat there, cuddling under blankets as the occasionalmeteor flared across the sky above them, both of them at peace, Derek couldonly agree.

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