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winderlylandchime · 7 months

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*points to tv* ‘look its Justin and Brian. Dude, it’s early morning and he’s going to the baths? LOOK AT THEM KISSING GOODBYE! Did you see that cute shit! Adorable. Oh Brian..you can find hotter places to fuck at than this dump..JEN! THATS MY BABY JEN! WHAT IS GOING ON? this is his office? FINALLY I AM GETTING MY BUDDY EPISODE! Aw he took a picture of Jen, why the fuck didn’t it show it? I wanna see my girl! My two favorite people being best friends! I am so happy!’ ‘Ted IS A SINGER! Oh as a waiter? *smacks his chest with his fist* respect! Been there, done that, tough shit. *pauses tv and looks at me* Did you know when i first started as a waiter, i didnt know what cappuccino is made of so when people ordered it, i told them we ran out of it. I got fired 4 days later’ ‘i feel bad for Emmett. I get they want to support him but Emy also needs support. Damn it this is bad. But i also *takes a deep breath* feel bad for Mike.’ ‘AWWW Vic and Rodney are gonna live together! Finally Vic gets something more in his life than just hiv and sister. GOOD FOR YOU VICKY BOY! LIVE THAT LONG HAPPY LIFE BABY!’ ‘How in the holy hell, did they convince Brian to go to this restaurant. Id get if Justin was there but he isnt, so HOW? Oh he came along to laugh. Okay, makes sense’ the scene where Pink Posse walks down the street is up and he paused the tv and started laughing. I did not expect him to have these reactions. ‘They look like a gay boyband. Backstreet Gays. Look at them on their way to fight people with their pink shirts. I am trying so hard to be chill with this but what is this? They look like a low budget cult. (The car/fight scene happens) Justin.. violence for violence is not cute. Nothing about this is cute. I am trying to get it cause of prom but WHY IS THIS HAPPENING NOW?’ ‘Look at Brian once again waiting for him. Is he late? A vigilante with a curfew. Thats new. Soooo he’s now hopped up on adrenaline ready to fuck. Cool cool cool. Look how fast Brian’s plans can change when it involves Justin. Or sex. But Brian when youre done, we need to talk to Buzz lightyear about his dangerous activities’ ‘WHY IS MIKE BEING A BITCH TO BLAKE?! He is a sweet guy who hasn’t done shit wrong. Be nice to him!’ ‘Im glad theyre finally giving Vic some fucking story line. Sometimes it felt like they forgot he was there *turns to me all serious* which one am I, Deb or Vic?’ The Britin scene comes up ‘YOURE TELLING ME FOR ONCE THEYRE NOT SHOWERING TOGETHER? see! Brian is worried, scared and annoyed at this pink pussy movement. And so am I! Now come on Brian, go and yell at Cody, like only you can. Why is Justin being so angry at Brian? Since when is he so angry? Brian! Do something!‘ ‘oh Brian is not having Emmetts shit. Look at him being a friend. *pauses tv* i really like this Brian. Something feels different, i fuck with it. he is full of advices lately!’ And we are back to Justin and Cody and he just groaned loudly and slid on the floor from the coach ‘this zack and cody spin off needs to end. Blondie is being forced to be angry and have a horrible haircut. Unless if they give me Brian yelling at this wannabe Captain America, make it stop. Justin he is literally telling you he wants to search for fights, why is my blondie so dumb at times?- damn I actually really feel bad for Mike in this episode, that is a first.’ The scene with Cody and Justin at the restaurant or whatever is up ‘what the fuck is this bullshit? JUSTIN WE HAVE A RULE! WHY THE FUCK IS HE BREAKING A RULE IN EVERY FUCKING SEASON?! DUDE- what..Justin for fucks sake walk away from this shit, at what point will you realize youre in too deep? WHAT THE FUCK KINDA ENDING WAS THAT?!’ *gets up and grabs his cigarettes* ‘great now Brian isn’t the only one stressed, worried and annoyed’ He is now outside walking up and down and talking to our mom all angry about how Justin is risking his life and being an idiot and then he just randomly went ‘but at least brian is looking really good this season. I feel like this might be his season where he finally thrives’ …safe to say he is wrong.

Brian really does look so good in the bathhouse scene. Also let's note Justin being happy to leave Brian there - this is not a kid who suddenly wants monogamy and marriage a year later, okay?

GOOD FOR YOU VICKY BOY! LIVE THAT LONG HAPPY LIFE BABY!

Oh Anon, oh dear sweet anon.... you're going to need to get some tissues for your brother.

That shower scene is so good. Brian is worried and pissed. He didn't scrap Justin off the parking garage floor just for him to risk his life being stupid.

i really like this Brian. Something feels different, i fuck with it. he is full of advices lately! CHARACTER GROWTH!

‘but at least brian is looking really good this season. I feel like this might be his season where he finally thrives’ …safe to say he is wrong. I mean he does look good the whole season, but yeah there's that whole cancer thing... Poor brother.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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maizumis · 3 years

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— HAIKYUU BOYS HAVING A TEA PARTY WITH YOUR DAUGHTER

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, bokuto koutaro, oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsuro, iwaizumi hajime

note: female reader ‼️ watch me write about dad!haikyuu all the moments I didn't have with my own sperm donor

MIYA ATSUMU after a long day at work, you were coming home a little more late than usual and as you were opening the door with a sigh, the first thing you listen is “PEASANT, DO NOT TOUCH THE QWEEN CWON”, yeah that’s definitely your daughter and your pretty sure that the “peasant” is your, oh so-called husband. Curiosity took the best of you, now you were behind your daughter’s door listen carefully what atsumu was saying to her, “WHATYA MEANT PEASANT? I WANNA WEAR A CROWN TOO YA KNOW!” your daughter gasps in disbelieve, “daddy, mom is da queen, I’m da princess and yer the peasant! And clearly, mommy isn’t here so don’t touch her cwon!” One thing you know is that you wouldn’t like to see and hear a screaming match between the peasant and the princess in question, thinking that stepping in is the best option, you said “what’s the matter in here?”, next thing you know, your daughter with his big brown eyes that she got from her father, comes running at you, screaming “momm- I mean queen! Yeah, queen! yer just on time for the tea party, this peasant needs to learn some manners” you picked her up, enjoying the way her little arms go around your neck, “yeah? What did dada do this time?” while her face is on your neck, she tells you with a whisper “psss mom, he is not dad now, remember is tea party time” and now with her voice a little more loud she announces to you what he did “he wanted to use ya cwon! Literally had to scream at him cause of that! Peoples this time are onbelivabol” the las part coming with a sigh, “ugh I now right? Why don’t we teach him some manners then?” After a little thinking, your daughter tells you “uh-huh! Yer right my queen, now I will leave to the bathroom and come back to continue this celebration”. While she leaves, atsumu comes at you with a back hug asking if ya really taking her side? with a low tone, so you replied with “of course I’m taking her side, she’s a child, our child in fact” atsumu looks at you with big eyes and tells you “she is right, people these times are onbelivabol but I still love you my queen”, now facing him, noses and foreheads touching each other you whisper to him “I love you to my peasant” and after a little chuckle you continue “thank you so much for this”.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU he always had tea parties with his daughter on Mondays after his volleyball practice with the MSBY. He couldn’t go to last week's party because of an away game, and he was devasted and promised her little princess that he would get her something. Now he is coming home from the airport with three Elsa dresses, one for his precious child, the other for his precious wife, and the last one for him, it was very difficult to find one of his size cause of his beefy body, but if he promises his little girl something, he is gonna make it without a doubt. “HEY HEY HEY! GUESS WHOS HOME” he screams while putting his suitcase down “HEY HEY HEY DADDY! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! MOMMY IS MAKING DINNER WHILE I PREPARED OUR SUPER DUPER EXTRA TEA PARTY!!” he picks her up with one arm, making his way to the kitchen to involve you in a hug with the arm he had free “we missed you, kou” snuggling into his neck, and while his arm tightens around you he replies with a soft tone “missed my two girls too, so much” he puts her daughter on the floor again and tells her “missy I have a surprise for our tea party, why don’t you finish the preparations and then mom and I are gonna go there with dinner? Sounds good?” whit a little nod she answers with “yeah dada, that sounds good”. After hearing her enter her room you ask your husband what did he get for her, and when he tells you he didn’t get one, not two but three princess dresses you’re over the moon, the fuck you’re going to do with three dresses? you don’t question him and keep cooking as if you wouldn’t have to put on a frozen show in less than half an hour. “BABY IM COMING TO YOUR ROOM WITH HOT FOOD, BE CAREFULL” the little girl sees you in all your glory, with the most beautiful Elsa dress she ever saw “MAMA, WHY YOU DIDNT TOLD ME ELSA LET YOU BORROW HER DRESS? YOU'RE SO PWETTY!” laughing a little at her comment you decide that it was the best to tell her is a secret between adults, excited to see her reaction when her dad comes to her room with the same dress on him and a little one for her. “IM COMING IN!” your husband yells and your daughter’s eyes are the bigger you ever saw them, running like the flash to steal the dress that was in his dad's hands. “Daddy, that dress is so pwetty on you, and there's one for me! We are all matching! And now we are gonna have our four curse, ugh no, cruse, ump corse, mommy how do I say it?”, “course darling, four meal course. Now dada, why don’t you come to eat with us this fancy dinner?” after nodding and making his way to the both of you, bokuto thinks he is gonna ask for another kid one of these days.

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izalee · 2 years

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Never Stopped - Dream

- yet another result of spike of motivation, as well as the intense need to cry.

- not edited, there’s very likely miss spelled words oopsies.

- 1,163 words.

- dreamwastaken x female!reader ,, she/her pronouns used ,, ANGST TO FLUFF.

- likes are loved and reblogs are appreciated <3

Hope you enjoy!!

Things hadn’t been the best recently. They were big personalities, passionate in their own feelings and stubborn to admit when they were wrong in a situation. They’d talked about this before, they both knew it was something they had to work on but it’s hard to change old habits.

y/n’s arms were crossed on her chest. “How hard can it be to just grow up and admit that I’m right, Clay!”

The man’s expression turned sour, “Oh, come on. You act as if you’re so grown up yourself y/n. You’re not, by the way. You argue with me over the stupidest shit, just shut the fuck up!” He shouted at the smaller girl after turning around in his spiny chair to face her.

The petty arguments had the tendency to become screaming matches extremely quickly. After arguments they’d half heartedly apologize, not wanting to lose each other but also not really wanting to admit to being wrong for the sake of their own egos.

They’d lay down next to each other at the end of the day, not having the strength to go on any longer. They’d whisper sweet nothings into the other’s ears, desperate to forget about everything said in the days-worth of arguing.

“I’ll always love you, no matter what forsaken words come out of my mouth when i’m angry. I love you so goddamn much y/n.” The words dripped off of clay’s pretty pink lips like sweet honey.

He did, he meant it when he said those three words. He always meant it, no matter what. Clay truly did love y/n, and y/n the same. But when you are told differently by actions and reactions every single day for a period of time, youre confidence in the other person’s words slowly diminishes.

The words slipped in through one ear and out the other as tears welled up in her eyes, “i love you too, clay.” She spoke in a whisper. she wanted to believe him, she really really did. But how could she after everything she’s heard these passed few months.

All she could do was hope that her love was enough for the two of them.

It wasnt.

Or rather, as time went on, it didnt feel like it was.

Present time y/n stood in a pair of black heels, adorning a pretty red dress that reached to right above her knees. Her hair perfectly pinned back, and her makeup as perfect as she could manage to get it alone.

The only thing missing is the happy smile that once plastered itself on her face, which was replaced with a frown and slumped shoulders. “We have plans for today, what do you mean?” Her voice was small as she spoke, watching her boyfriend run around his recording room looking for something.

“We can do something tomorrow, please.” He was begging. “We’ve had plans to record this stupid video for like two months, this is the only time we-“

y/n cut him off, a hard look on her face to mask the immense hurt that she felt. “Today is our anniversary, clay. Why would you make plans to record on our anniversary day?”

Clay shrugged it off, plopping himself down at his desk after finding the wire he had been searching for. “Its the only day we were all free.” He mumbled, connecting to wire into his computer. y/n gaped, her jaw hanging slightly.

“You arent free today, you dickhead. You have your 6th year anniversary with your girlfriend!” Clay shot a look towards y/n, she could tell he was getting annoyed which only made her angrier.

She took the jacket she was wearing off of her shoulders, throwing it on the office couch angrily. “And now you have the audacity to look at me like i disgust you? You know, you’re not the person i fell in love with. You are someone who i wake up next to everyday and do not recognize!” Her face becomes hot in her anger.

“You’re talking, i literally wake up every day anticipating an argument between us. And i go to sleep telling you i love you in hopes of that preventing the fights! If i’m not that same person then you aren’t either!” Clay shouts, pointing an accusatory finger at the woman in front of him.

All is silent and tears pour down her face, her makeup running with it as she keeps her gaze focused on her fingers. “So that’s what it is then, huh? I knew it had to be something, because you can’t just go from an entire day of yelling at someone and making them feel as if you cannot stand them, to then lying down next to them at night and confessing your love for them. That’s not how it works, that isn’t love.” She shrugs helplessly, her arms lifting for a second only to be dropped back against her thighs with a sharp clap.

“I do not hate you-“ clay gets cut off again, y/n finally looking him in the eyes. “you dont? Can you even say that for sure, clay? Do you even say you love me and mean it anymore? Because everyday its feeling more and more like we are in over our heads when it comes to this relationship.” She let out a shaky breath that she didnt know she was holding in.

A large, choking breath escapes clays mouth before he can stop it. He stares at his lover for a few moments before standing up and taking a few steps towards his love.

His large hands engulf the sides of y/n’s neck, he leans his forehead against hers. “I love you more than words can ever explain. You are my favorite thing about my life, you always have been. I’m so sorry i let it get this bad for us, im sorry that ive been making you feel like the love isn’t there anymore because i swear to you it is.”

Tears fall from both of their faces in the silence, all to be heard is heavy breaths and hiccups as the couple cry into each other’s shoulders.

“Ive been feeling so alone in a house with just us two. Ive been questioning wether there was anything to even fight for anymore, and i cry myself to sleep in your arms because i stopped believing you when you told me you loved me months ago.” y/n sobs, wrapping her arms around clay’s waist.

The man shakes his head, repeating out whispers of apology to his woman. “I’ve never told you that i loved you and not meant it, from when we made those stupid letters when we were fifteen to now..” he trails off for a moment.

“We’re gonna stay home today, and cuddle up in bed with patches, and we’re going to reread our love letters to each other. Because i need to prove to you that i’ve never stopped loving you, and i dont plan on stopping anytime soon.”

#sweet thoughts #mcyt #minecraft youtubers #content creator #dreamwastaken fanfic #dreamwastaken angst #dream x reader #dream x fem!reader #mcyt angst #mcyt fluff #heartwrenching #i definitely cried making this

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melody-of-lost-souls · 2 years

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Hi!

So in one of your posts when you were talking about it not being psychologically possible to suddenly realize your love for someone, (especially when you never really loved that person.. Anyway..). I just think it's common sense to know that you can't just realize you love someone. How would Sasuke just realize his "love" for Sakura when the conversation with Naruto was only about him and N? Nothing else mattered. And how can that person exactly justify that Sasuke just went, "Oh darn,.. You ain't gonna believe this Naruto.. Even tho this is our gay intimate talk, I think I like Sakura.." Like huh?? It's like me saying "I'll wake up early and do it in the morning!" It be lies!!!!!! What kind of actions did he take to justify his "love" anyway? Cuz last time I checked he was only concentrated on Naruto ONLY. Pink mega mind was not included. LOL and check this out... If Naruto was replaced by Sakura for sns moments, you'd see people saying "OMG SO CUTE!! WOW THEY SO INLOVE." Cuz you know, it's a boy and a girl.

OH! and let's not forget that many times that they thought about each other. And that one time N looked at the sky and saw a shooting star, then whispered Sasuke's name? WAIT, but it's normal to do that to your friend😳. Or that one time N was ULTRA desperate to chase after S but was stopped by Gaara? OOOOOHHH! And when S moved his body for N before he hit a tree trunk, especially in the condition he was in? BUT WAIT! It's normal to go so far for your friend but not the person you love right? AND the continuous numbers of times N would NOT stop thinking about S??? BUT WAIT IT'S NORMAL! OR OR! THAT TIME N HYPERVENTILATED AT THE THOUGHT OF S BEING KILLED? IT'S NORMAL TO DO THAT FOR YOUR FRIEND RIGHT? OR WHEN S COULDN'T CARE LESS ABOUT SAKURA & KAKASHI FALLING INTO THE LAVA PIT AS LONG AS NARUTO WAS SAFE? OR WHEN N DIDN'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING BUT S WHENEVER HE WAS IN DANGER??

But their friends, ne? Sasu lOvEs SaKura since day 1, correct? It's not like he pays more attention to N, or that he would go on a complete rampage because something happened to N or anything.

Hello Anon well you said it all jaja The only reason Sasuke ws brainwashed and MARRIED (not fell in love bc not even SP or Ikemoto believe that, in other case they would have make SS all dovey lovey in boruto) Sakura was to

1) Make a teammate and love interest to Boruto

2)Play with the uchiha genes and sharingan a little bit.

3) Bring nostalgy to old Naruto fans so they can stay and wtch this new abomination.

SS always try to justify and they do ental gymnastics in order to justify their Ship how they were endgame and how all was perfectly matched. They try to look for a deeper meaning to the -non existent- bond of them. Meanwhile the reason while SS fucked...or at least decided to have a child together, is because of money and for the sake of Boruto the series.

And speaking about suddenly realizing his deep love for sakura-lol- In any case it was drive by Guilt tripping same as Naruto with hinata. But what i saw is that this trope IS VERY popular in straight ships, which is a very red flag for me. A person can do everything for the one they love, but the other part IS NOT OBLIGATED IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM to love them back. Sometimes is neccesary to just shows how much important you are to that person, but from there guil trip them without any other feeling behind or thought across all the time you shared...Its very red flag. In Naruto case with hinata he never had a thought about her or smt. He needed a deus ex machina recourse genjutsu to make him see how "much she loved him" but there were none chemistry or interaction behind that realization. In SNS case, there wre always repressed feelings and thoughts about them thinking about each other and it developed so naturally that they didnt need guilt tripping to make the bond flow.

I saw this same thing happened on a tv animated series i love, Hey arnold. In the final movie, they make Arnold realizes he loves Helga¿¿¿¿¿ because he kinda saw all the things she did for him. But its weird cause he never ever showed a single glimpse of romantic feelings or at least that he liked her.

Its basically "Oh fuck look all the things she did for me, i guess i have to love her :/" So i think this trope is famous in some ships so...look how some things are fine with straight ships.

And finally. YES. I have seen A LOOOOOOOOOOT of fans and dudebros in ,at least mine, latin american fandom and its absolutely funny because they say "Naruto obsession with Sasuke would have made sense if he was a girl" LOL

And of course they TOTALLY HATE the moment where naruto begged for Sasuke. They say this is one of the lowest moments of naruto as a character, and that he sucked. They felt second hand embarrasament.

And i could do nothing but laugh. Like...People are gay steven. Nonetheless they can actually see, despite they just joke about it, how "close" sns are.

#sasunaru #narusasu #antihinata #antiss #sns naruto

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fishoutofcamelot · 3 years

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It has come to my attention that after all these years I still have not told yall about the Cell City Incident. Well, it’s time to rectify that

Realistically i know this story isnt all that funny, but its probably the only interesting thing that will ever happen to me so let me have this dammit

So! I was 12 years old. My science class was doing the Cell City project. For those of you who don’t know, Cell City is a thing that some schools around the US do where everyone has to make a physical/visual model of a cell. We spent a full month learning about the cell, studying its components, and using class-time to design/construct our models. A full month. Logic dictates that I should have this in the bag, right?

Well. That’s only if you use your classtime wisely. I, the dumbass I was, had the chronic inability to pay attention in class, and instead spent all my time sitting in the back and watching “Keroro Gunso the Super Movie 5” about fifty times in a row.

So no. I didn’t work on the my Cell City Model. I hadn’t started it. I didn’t even know the first thing about cells, because I hadnt listened to a single thing my teacher had said for the last month.

And to make it even worse than that, I didn’t realize this until the night before this very important, grade-defining project was due

So. I panicked for about ten minutes - and then, true to form, procrastinated again. Told myself I could just work on it in the morning. And then rolled over and went to bed, nary a trouble to be seen.

Come morning, the morning this big project was due. I had twenty minutes to eat breakfast, get dressed, and whip together a project that SHOULD have taken me a month to prepare, and also was about a subject i had no knowledge of.

So. I looked up ‘cell anatomy’ on Google, found an old poster-board in the closet, drew a bunch of random shapes and labeled them as various parts of the cell, and then used pink and orange highlighters to color everything in. It was TRASH, and it looked hideous, but it got the job done.

But! I was also worried that everyone else in class would be doing posters too, and if there’s one thing you should know about me its that since birth i have been afflicted with the deeply american need to be Different For The Sake Of Being Different TM.

So on my half-hour walk to school, I contemplated ways to jazz up my mediocre poster. And you know what I came up with? You wanna know what my tiny, lazy, absolute dumbass past self came up with?

I had the oh so brilliant idea to just. Tape the poster to my chest. Just take scotch tape and attach it to my body. And then dance around saying, “Hi! I’m Planty, the magical plant cell that came to life!” Essentially roleplaying as a cell while i tell people about what all my body parts do.

Yeah. I really did that. The limits of my stupidity know no bounds, but in my defense I was 12 and also an idiot and also pressed for time

So, eventually presentation time rolled around. And when my teacher strolled by my desk and asked me to present to him, I did the shtick. “Hi, I’m Planty the magical plant cell that came to life!” And proceeded to spend three minutes riffing on whatever information I could only vaguely remember learning earlier that morning - because my dumb ass had struck again and neglected to take any actual notes

At the very end, my teacher paused, wrote down my grade on his little rubric clipboard sheet, and said, “That was very creative. I can really tell you spent a lot of time on this.”

And looking back I realize he was probably being sarcastic, but in the moment? Hearing him compliment the effort I had put into a 20-minute Hail Mary? I absolutely ascended.

I got an A.

Now here’s where things get tricky. The moment presentations were over, I tore the poster off my body and theatrically ripped it into shreds. But little did I know, my teacher had decided to enter me in for a community outreach presentation night thing, where parents and civilians could come to the school and review everyone’s best projects.

And he entered me in. And the project I was supposed to present? The Cell City poster. Yknow. The one I had slam-dunked into a trash can in the hopes of getting someone to pay attention to me (no one did, obviously)

But my teachers didnt know that. They just eagerly approached me like “Oh, your science teacher told us all about the Planty thing! We’re all so excited to see it!”

So I lied through my teeth. I told them that I couldn’t remember where I put the poster, but I know I left it in the storage room next to the lab. Which resulted in me being led around the school for a half hour in search of something I already knew full well had been destroyed. Because I had ripped it to shreds. With my bare hands. I even primal-screamed while I did it, too.

In the end, my history teacher dejectedly lent me his laptop so I could showcase a Prezi I’d allegedly made about Old Growth Forests. I say ‘allegedly’ because in truth no such presentation existed, but I told him it did, and hastily whipped together a Prezi in the five minutes his back was turned. I got good reviews for that presentation too, but thats only because the people reviewing me were parents, and parents know youre supposed to be nice and supportive to kids that arent your own

(That night, my parents asked me how it went. Not wanting them to think I was a total failure, I lied and said I had made a new friend named Sebastian. There was no Sebastian. A month later, they suggested that we invite Sebastian over sometime, to which I hurriedly lied and said he was moving to Wisconsin like tomorrow and I was never gonna see him again. I know for a fact that they probably didn’t buy it, but they never brought it up so neither will I)

To this day I remember almost nothing about cells, and even in college I still pull dumb crap like this. So that’s a big fat ‘no’ on whether I learned my lesson. But my teacher already gave me the A, and I’ve already graduated, so its too late. No take-backsies.

#every time someone says im Smart or a Model Student #i instantly flashback to the Cell City Incident #i also flashback to the time it took me 18 years to realize why they call it a butter knife #its because you knife butter with it. revolutionary i know #long post #fish post

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brain-jarred · 3 years

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Chapter 5. Cactus

Light. Not filtered through darkened glass or produced artificially. Real actual light. It was morning, and the sun was just beginning to rise. Hal began to run away from the facility, trying to cover as much distance away from it as possible. Param followed. They ran until the facility was a good distance away, and then they stopped. Hal looked at the sun, and then immediately regretted it. “Ow.” He said, rubbing his eyes. “What?” Param asked, concerned.

“The sun hurts my eyes, don't look at it.” Param just stared at Hal before also looking at the sun. They not only looked at it, they stared at it, confused. “It’s not hurting my eyes.” They said, “It must be because you still have human eyes, and I have the clearly superior robot eyes. “I dont care.” Hal said, continuing to walk. “We just escaped certain death, and we almost killed a child. I was afraid you were going to just be okay with going through with it.” “Uh.” Param looked surprised. “What!? No. I wouldn't be okay with that. I was afraid that you would be okay with it, and then I would have to go along with it.” They said, trying to hide the fact that they really didn't see any issue in it. Like it was just their job? But seeing Hal’s face back there… It made them not want to be like this.

They wondered how Hal did it, how he could be so callous yet caring. It was easy to see him as the cold one out of the two of them, it was easy to see him as the brains, and Param as the heart, but that really wasnt true. Hal still clung stubbornly onto his humanity, where Param only had small scraps of it left. Most of these scraps only remaining for Hal’s sake.

But enough about that, they were out there. Outside. Param took a moment to look at their surroundings. The sunrise casted oranges and pinks across the sky and ground. And...sand. The ground was very sandy, and there was a strange- wait. “Oh my gosh, that's a real life cactus!” Param said, rushing over to the plant.

“Why are you like this- wait that's actually kind of cool-” Hal looked away and sighed. They had to admit, it was cool to see something new, even if it was a bit stupid to dilly dally when they were more than likely being chased right now.

“We need to focus.” He said, putting a hand on Param’s shoulder. “We can't mess around with a cactus, not when we are on the run like this.” Param made direct eye contact with Hal as they ripped off a chunk of the cactus. “Why.” Hal said exasperated. “You never know.” And then param walked away. “Wh- Where are you even going to put it?” Hal asked, following param. “Where do you think?” Param opened up their chest cavity and put the cactus in with the extra Nutrient Solution they always kept there. “Okay then.” Hal said, accepting this. “Listen. We can't get distracted by random stuff, trust me, I am also tempted to lick the sand right now, but I won't, because I have a thing called self restraint.” “Why do you want to lick the sand?!” Param questioned.

“WE CAN'T GET DISTRACTED!!” He dodged the question. He took a deep breath. “We are in a serious situation and I feel like you're not being serious.” Param was quiet for a moment.

“Hal.” They began. “This is the worst day of my life. Everything I have ever known has crumbled around me. I don't know what we are going to do, I don't know if I will even make it out of this alive, I probably won't. I don't have much faith in that. I just...I want to spend what little time I have left having fun with you. I just want to savor this.” They said sincerely.

And finally they broke down. “I’m so fucking scared, Hal.” They said, wrapping their arms around themself. “I'm scared and I don't want to die.”

Hal hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. They continued to walk as he leaned against Param. “Me too. I'm scared too.” he admitted. “I'm terrified of either of us dying. I don't want to lose you! That's why I am so focused on us getting away from that place because I don't want you to get captured.” He explained.

“Maybe you think it's inevitable that they're gonna get us - and maybe it is- but look at us right now! Look at how far we’ve gotten. This is the farthest we've ever been from that place. I say that we keep pushing our luck. We can savor everything when we are safe.” Hal said, offering a reassuring smile with his eyes. Param thought for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. You're right. Let’s get to walking then.” “We are already walking.” Hal said, trying to lighten the mood. “You know what I mean.” Param smiled.

And so they walked. And walked. And walked. The sun rose and it bore down upon them, Param was unaffected by the heat, but Hal was another story. “Slow...slow down.” Hal said, stumbling after Param. His movements were sluggish, the two had been walking for an hour and a half at this point. “What's wrong? Did you look at the sun again?” Param asked, concernedly looking back at Hal. Hal stopped for a moment to just catch his breath. “It's too hot out here, the sun is cooking my brain.” He was exaggerating somewhat, but it really did feel like way. The psychic ectoplasm that made up his body wasn't able to sweat or cool him down. He dropped to his knees. “Oh jeez. Uh. Hm.” Param tapped their chin. They took a moment to consider their options. “Ok! I got it.” They said, snapping their fingers. They then leaned down, and picked up Hal, who immediately stood up. “Oh, uh. No thanks.” He said, wrenching himself away. He felt weird about letting Param carry him and he would rather not deal with those emotions at that second. He stood up, willing himself not to fall over again. “Alright then, get cooked then.” Param shrugged, and then started walking away.

Hal followed.

And so the sun continued its path in the sky, eventually after a whole day of walking and mindless conversation, the sun dipped below the horizon. “We should probably stop.” Hal said, resting a hand on a rock. He looked really haggard, and his body was goopy. It left a blue residue on the rock where he sat his hand. “Yeah...I’m getting a bit tired.” Param admitted. They sat down. They were slightly nervous when the sun began to set, they didn't like the dark very much, but it was okay since the moonlight illuminated the desert well enough. Still, it put them on edge despite this. They didnt know why they were afraid of the dark. Hal also sat down, his lab coat was stained blue with all the sweaty psychic residue. He leaned back and sighed, glad to finally be out of the heat. A few stars poked out of the sky, tiny white dots in a sea of indigo The two just sat there for a few moments. The desert was quiet, and the research facility was far beyond the horizon, that place the two had lived in for the entirety of their living memories was out of sight now. Param was starting to regret leaving. Sure, killing an innocent child wasn't something that they liked, but she had only been one person! The rest of the people that they did vivisections on were guilty or already dying, it was fine! Everything had been fine. Param turned away from Hal, and sighed. Why? Why had such a simple look made Param throw away their entire work life? Now they were stranded in the desert, with no real sign of civilization. Maybe Param should have just ignored it. Maybe they should have shot Hal a glare, mentally told him to suck it up, and went through with the procedure-

“Hey Param? Can I have some of those uh- solution packets?” Hal asked, interrupting Param’s ugly thoughts. “Oh- Sure.” Param took out one of the packets and handed it to him, they then looked away into the distance, back the way they came. They looked and saw no sign of civilization, no sign of home. They just wanted to go home, and wanted this nightmare to be over. They just wanted a world where they weren't so impulsive, so reckless and foolhardy that they threw a fucking bonesaw at Dr. Brian. Dr. Brian was pretty nice, despite his cold exterior, Param knew that. They knew that this was the wrong way, this was the wrong path to take. But there was no going back. And so they laid down their head and sighed, trying to ignore Hal’s presence, trying to ignore the part of them that didn't regret it at all.

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meanhoeforcb97 · 4 years

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Birthday Boy

Pairing: Switch(?)Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Romantic Smut

Warnings: Name calling (princess), oral (m), slight food-play (chocolate), handcuffs, lingerie, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy)

Requested: nope

Words: 2.7k

Happy birthday to Hyunjin-ah uwu

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It was Hyunjin's birthday today, and so you decided to prepare a little birthday surprise for him. You made him breakfast in bed in the morning and you two cuddled watching his favourite movie before he left the house to go grab some lunch and celebrate with some of his close friends.

Meanwhile you didn't stay home for long, you went to the mall and bought everything you needed for his birthday surprise and birthday present. You bought a small chocolate cake for the two of you, flowers, some decorations and lastly his present.

Making sure to get home early you started setting up a few balloons in the livingroom and hallway with a happy birthday banner. You continued to make a path of small scented candles that led to your bedroom. In there, you had placed several candles on the dresser, bedside tables and shelves and you could already imagine how beautiful it would look once you lit them up.

Proceeding with your plan, you changed the bedsheets to his favourite silky beige ones and draped a fluffy blanket over the foot of the bed. Once you were satisfied with how it looked you prepared a small note for him and placed it neatly on the coffee table in the livingroom where you were sure he'd see it. After that was done you decided to take a bath and get ready yourself.

After your bath was over and you were dry and ready, your went inside your bedroom and carefully sat on the bed taking out a paper bag from underneath it. It was Hyunjin's gift. You smirked to yourself as you got the lingerie set out of the bag.

It was a beautiful black see-through material with a few purplish lace details on the breasts and pelvic area.

Putting it on, you couldn't help but smile to yourself knowing how much Hyunjin was gonna love it. Getting your phone from the side table you decided to text him.

You:

Baby when are you gonna be back :((

I missed you :((

Hyunjinah~:

Awww is my baby jealous cuz I didnt spend as much time with her today?

Dont worry baby, I'm on my way! <3

I'll be there in... 15 minutes! ^3^~ <3

You smirked to yourself and proceeded to go inside the kitchen and grab a lighter and the cake. Placing the cake box on top of the bed, you started off by lighting up the candles there and taking some pictures of yourself to use some other time ;)

You then wrapped your silky robe and went to the living room lighting up all of the candles there, as well as the hallway. You then grabbed the flowers you bought and threw some petals on the floor and on top of the bed creating a very romantic and sensual atmosphere.

You checked the time and you had only about 3 minutes before he arrived so you placed yourself on the bed with the cake on your lap –the box long forgotten in the trashcan– and with a beautiful bouquet of flowers placed next to you.

Soon enough, you heard a door opening and closing and Hyunjin's voice.

"Baby I'm hom— what the?" He muttered as he saw the setup.

He took off his jacket and shoes and walked towards the note resting on the table next to his favourite vanilla scented candles.

'Open Me'

It read on the outside and so he did.

Hello There Birthday Boy!

I hope you had a wonderful time with your friends but now it's our night!

I need you to follow the candles and let them relax you with their beautiful scent.

There will be a surprise waiting for you at the end of your path.

Enjoy~

He placed the note down and did as told, following the path lit by the candles.

Once the trail was over he looked up only to realise he was standing outside of your shared bedroom.

But now he had gotten an idea of what was going to take place in there.

He entered and immediately saw you sitting on the bed while holding his cake. Once you locked gazes, your eyes lit up and you started singing. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Hyunjin-ah! Happy birthday to you!" You finished and he came closer blowing out the candles on top of the cake and then leaned in and kissed you on the lips.

Taking the cake from you hands, he placed it on top of the side table.

He sat next to you on the and smiled at you.

"You know you really didn't have to do all that, the fact that you're here with me is enough." He said as he cupped your cheek and you turned to face him.

In the process he caught glimpse of your bra strap under your robe but didn't say anything.

"No Hyunjin-ah! I want to show you how special you are! Now stand up I have something more!" You said excitedly and he complied standing next to the bed and watching you intently.

Firstly, you gave him the flowers you bought for him and then you told him to close his eyes.

"No peeking okay?" You said and he nodded with a smile but cheated anyways, as he watched you bend over and grabbing something from underneath the bed.

Once he saw you were about to stand up, he immediately closed his eyes and you turned towards him holding a paper bag.

"Don't open them yet!" You said as you took the flowers from his hands and placed them on a random chair before handing him the bag.

"Now!" You said and he opened his eyes to see a Victoria's Secret's bag placed on his hand.

"Oh?" He said raising an eyebrow and looked straight into your eyes.

"Princess if you wanted us to fuck on my birthday you could have just asked and I would fuck you senseless all day instead." He said as he licked his lips looking at you with a growing fire in his eyes.

"Oh no Hyunjin, today is all about you, so take a seat, birthday boy." You said as you pushed his chest leading him to fall on the bed and he looked at you with a half smirk.

"Hmm, I like this side of you princess!~" he said as he looked at you anticipating your next move. You took the bag out of his grip and placed it next to the both of you as you got on top of his lap.

You kissed him on the lips, initiating a makeout session and started unbuttoning his velvety pink button up and slid it off his arms with ease. Once his upper half was bare, you proceeded to work your way down and undoing his pants. His breath hitched in his throat as you lightly palmed him trying to get him more excited.

"Now take a seat at the headboard and close your eyes." You instructed and he complied without a second thought. You then opened the bag and took out two pairs of fluffy pink handcuffs and cuffing both his hands on either side of the bed.

Upon the sound of the cuffs closing he quickly whipped his head towards you and looked at you shocked and confused.

"What are you doing?" He basically hissed as he pulled at the restraints.

"Making sure you enjoy this without worrying about me enjoying it. Now watch me." You said as you untied the bow holding the two sides of your robe together slowly and seductively revealing the lingerie underneath.

He couldn't help but groan at the sight of your dolled up body, all for him.

You let the silky fabric slide down your shoulder and pooling around your ankles exposing your half naked body entirely.

"Now, how shall I please the birthday boy first hmm? Any suggestions?" You said as you circled the bed to get to him. He gulped and opened his mouth in an attempt to speak but no sound came out.

"Hmm I have an idea..." You said as you looked into his eyes with your own lust-filled ones before dipping your finger into the cake, his eyes following your movements.

Unconsciously he licked his lips and you smirked as you brought the finger to his mouth.

"Go ahead, try it." You said and he gulped before taking your finger inside his mouth and licking it clean.

"Is it good?" You asked him and he nodded vigorously.

"Let me try for myself." You said as you dipped your finger inside the cake once again but you 'accidentally' dropped it on his upper body making him slightly moan from the coldness of the cake meeting his burning hot skin.

"Oops!" You said before you bended over and licked his abs getting the cake off of him and moaned while looking straight into his eyes.

"You're right, it's delicious, but I have something even tastier right in front of me." You said as you licked your lips before situating yourself on top of his lap and kissing allover his jaw and neck before finding his sweet spot and sucking harshly on it leaving the first hickey on his pale unmarked skin like the first drop of paint on a blank canvas.

He moaned and tried to place his hands on your waist but the cuffs held him back everytime.

"Its useless baby, they won't budge" You mattered between kisses and continued marking your way down his body.

"You want more baby, don't you?" You asked teasingly and he panted as he nodded at you.

"Yes please! Stop teasing me already!" He said as he buckled his hips up trying to find some sort of friction.

"Hmm I guess we can do something about that." You said as you got off him and spread his legs so you'd fit between them.

Pulling down his boxers and throwing them somewhere in the room, you let his rock-hard member free and took him inside your hand making him sigh at the very-much-needed contact.

Folding your body over with your ass up high, you licked a long stripe from his base to his tip following a prominent vein poking out underneath the skin.

He groaned and tried to grab your hair only to be reminded by the fact you had him tied up.

Playing dirty you decided to tease him some more as you licked around his tip spreading his pre-cum around.

"J-just put it in for fuck's s-sake!" He said between heavy breaths and you looked straight into his eyes as you placed his whole dick inside your mouth reaching his pubic bone and feeling his hairs tickle your nose and you slightly gagged from the friction at the back of your throat caused by his tip.

"Oh my god! Just like that!" He groaned as you hollowed your cheeks around his shaft.

You continued to bob your head up and down his member as fast as you possibly could.

"Gosh princess you make me feel so good!" He moaned again and again slightly bucking his hips up to meet your movements causing you to gag, but once you felt his member twitch inside your mouth you did everything you could to finish him off.

Massaging his balls, sucking on his tip and bobbing your head as fast as you could you soon felt him twitch again and he groaned louder.

"Princess I-I'm gonna cum!" He warned and soon enough you felt his hot cum hitting the back of your throat as you tried to shallow every drop of it milking him dry.

Once you swallowed everything you took your mouth off his dick with a pop and opened your mouth wide sticking your tongue out for him to see and he hissed.

"Fuck you're such a good girl for me baby!" He groaned out and tried to pull his hands away from the cuffs to touch you.

You smiled at him and moved closer, taking the key out of your bra and slowly unlocking the handcuffs restraining his hands from touching you.

"You know Hyunjin-ah, I'm very glad you enjoyed yourself but I'm afraid you enjoyed yourself so much that you made me have a problem myself." You said as you as you pointed towards your vagina and he licked his lips.

"I think I could help with that." He said finally placing his hands on your hips after what seemed like years.

"Oh really?" You teased. "What do you suggest?" You asked as you pushed his hair off his sweaty forehead.

"Well firstly, I need this off." He said as he put his finger underneath the bra strap pulling it up and then letting it drop against your skin making you moan slightly.

"Then take it off for me." You challenged and he quickly smashed his lips against your own and worked his way with taking off your lingerie.

Once you were as bare as a newborn baby he flipped you guys over, still not breaking your makeout session, and trailed a hand down to your core to test the waters.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his fingers looking your entrance and he groaned pulling away for a split moment "Oh my Fuck! Your soaked for me!" He said before smashing his lips back into yours and sucking on your tongue.

Once he felt you were wet enough, he took his fingers away and spread your wetness on his alreay hard tip.

"Baby I love you so much, you can't even imagine how much you mean to me." He mumbled into your lips as he pushed himself in and your both moaned.

Caressing up your sides and breasts he reached for your hands interlocking your fingers with his and he took his sweet time kissing all over your face and neck moving lower to your chest and taking your nipple between his teeth, sucking on it and flicking his skilled tongue over it. You lightly squeezed his hands and he hummed against your breast making you moan.

"Y-you can move now." You announced and he immediately started thrusting into you slow and deep savoring every moment with you –and in you–.

Filling you up to the brim you could feel each others love through passionate, loving movements of both your bodies.

Wrapping your legs around his waist you allowed him to reach deeper into you hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

Both were moaning each others names between kisses as your tongues tangled up against each other.

Soon you were brought over the edge as you came all over your lover's cock and with a few more thrusts you felt your walls being painted white as he came inside you, moaning your name repeatedly.

"H-happy birthday Hyunjin-ah.." you said as you kissed his lips once again.

"Fuck Y/n I love you so much!" He said with a lovesick smile as he pushed some hair out of your sweaty and tired face.

He slowly pulled out and kissed you lovingly on the lips as he went out of the room for a few minutes and then came back soon after and hovered over your tired form still lying down on the bed.

"I know you wanted to make this night about me, but let me take care of you love." He said and you nodded without a second thought as he put his hands under your knees and back holding you up bridal style almost effortlessly.

You kissed his cheek and he smiled down at you with his famous eye-smiles as he took you both to the bathroom.

There, you saw some of the candles placed around the room, and the tub filled with water and your favourite body wash. Two wineglasses and your favourite wine by the side of the tub.

"Ta-da!" He said and twirled you both around and you giggled telling him to stop.

He slowly and carefully got inside the tub and placed you down on top of himself hugging you close to his body.

"I love you so much Y/n, thank you for being with me all this time." He said and you turned to look at him.

"I love you more." You said as you snuggled your nose into his and kissing his lips lovingly.

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pwclark · 4 years

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My Choice

Bucky Barnes x reader (post Endgame)

Y/N and Bucky handle the aftermath of Steve leaving to return to Peggy.

Warnings: anger, language

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Something was wrong.

Bruce had returned to the compound in alarming silence, carrying his equipment alone. I knew what had happened as soon as I saw it. The brown bag slung over Sam’s shoulder. My heart clenched.

How could he? Of course I knew why, I just couldn’t believe he’d actually done it. Suddenly fear krept up my throat. What if... It was quickly forgotten as Bucky walked through the door. His head hung low and his brow was pulled together deep in thought. The pain of loss etched into every angle of his face. I couldn’t stop the anger that began to boil inside of me.

“Steve, uh. Steve’s gone.” Bucky mumbled barely raising his head. His eyes dare not drift from the speck of lint on the blue carpet. I couldn’t stand the sight of his saddened face anymore. Without a word I turned and stomped to the gym, my nails digging into my palms.

It has been about 2 hours since the boys returned sans one Rogers. My knuckles are bruised from the rage filled punches I have been throwing at the swinging bags. Every punch is harder than the last as my arms begin to feel like jelly. With a final sad jab to the bag I flop down to the mats and stare at the white tiled ceiling. My head spins with thoughts. Hurt. Betrayal. Confusion. Sadness. No single emotion sticks out and I close my eyes to silence the storm. A shower- I need a shower. As I stand to head to the locker room, Sam opens the door.

“Hey” he takes a seat at the bench.

“Hi.”

“I figured I’d find you here. Tin man told me you left all pissy.” He looks at me expectedly. My knuckles are starting to throb now. All I can focus on are my shoe laces. “So that’s it then. You’re not going to talk?”

“What do you want me to say Wilson?” I look at him now, throwing my hands in the air.

“Well for starters you can tell me why you’re-“

“You know damn well why.” I snap. I’m stopped from turning away by Sam’s hand gently grabbing my wrist.

“C’mon Y/N, you can’t honestly tell me you’re surprised. We saw this coming a mile away.” He had a point. The thought had crossed my mind atleast once before today. But I never expected him to actually do it.

“He had a chance to go back. To go home.”

“He was home Sam. We were his home, his friends.”

“I know but-“

“No. You don’t get it.” I can’t help but laugh bitterly “I suppose you’re just happy he’s gone. Don’t think I didn’t notice that fancy toy you brought back with you. So what you’re the new captain america now? Geez Wilson”

“Hey woah. That’s enough. I know you’re hurt. Believe me I am too, really I am, but I’m not the one to start blaming.” Sam’s tone is gentle but firm. I sigh and take a seat on the bench next to him.

“Yeah I know I’m sorry. I’m not sure why I’m even acting so angry. I’m personally not that hurt. For us it’s not so bad. We and Steve were close, but I get why he did it. But for him to do this to Bucky. I can’t forgive him for that Sam. How can he just throw away everything they had? Did the last seven years mean nothing? I mean he went from fighting his own comrades for Buck to leaving him without even a heads up??? How could he possibly do that?!” As I talk my anger grows. It only intensifies as I hear the man beside me laugh.

“Oh man. You really like him don’t you?” I blush. After being recruited to the team a few years back, Barnes and I grew close and I developed a crush on him. In order to save myself the embarrassment I hid it as best I could. Between the late night talks, recon missions, and lazy days off my crush had grown into serious feelings for the sargent. It was awful when I lost him in the snap. I thought I’d never see him again. I turned to Steve for comfort during that time. He knew how much Bucky meant to me. When I saw him after five years, I swore my heart was going to burst. Yet still these feelings had never been addressed out loud.

“Oh come on it’s not like it was a secret. We all practically knew you had feelings for the guy.” I shrug might as well tell someone now.

“Yes. I do. I suppose that has something to do with my pissy attitude.”

“You should talk to him.”

“Maybe. But right now I need a shower and sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow Wilson and hey, I’m sorry. For what it’s worth I think Steve made the right choice. You’ll be a great Captain. I’m just not sure I’m ready to see a different face behind the shield yet.” He nods with a soft smile on his lips. He leaves as I head to the showers.

I lay in bed trying to force my mind to sleep. Every muscle in my body is exhausted but my brain cannot rest. As I try to fathom the fact that I will never see Steve again tears fall down my face. As pain siezes my chest, I can only think of how much harder it must be for Bucky right now. Oh Buck, I’m so sorry.

(Bucky’s POV)

It hurt like hell. I gave up on sleep hours ago, and instead let my mind wonder to the painful memory of this morning. The look on her face. Her brokenness and anger. It just about killed me. She ran off and I didn’t see her for the rest of the night. I thought about trying to go talk to her, but I didnt think I could face seeing her so upset again. So I ate a few things and then came to my room.

Steve leaving had been hard. But I wasn’t shocked in the slightest. I got to say goodbye, and that was it. The walk back to the compound was quiet. My stomach felt uneasy as I tried to face the fact I’d have to tell Y/N. It had been hard knowing the pain she went through during the - what did the kid call it oh yeah- during the blip. But now this. This would destroy her, and the thought of her pain alone made me sick to my stomach.

I give up on sleep, and I make my way to the kitchen. I open the fridge door and idly scan the shelves. I hear the floorboard creek and turn to see her standing there in her black cotton shorts and Central Park zoo T-shirt-specifically bought 2 sizes to big for sleeping. Finally my eyes make it to her face and- She’s been crying. The end of her nose is pink, and her eyes are still glossy. Son of a bitch. The sight almost makes my knees buckle and my stomach turn. I have known Steve all of my life. On many occasions I’ve stepped in to save him from the messes he got himself into, but right now in this moment I could kill him. I could never forgive him for the pain he brought to the beautiful girl in front of me.

(Reader’s POV)

Bucky’s eyes hold mine for a second until I look away at the empty space in the dark room.

“Can’t sleep?” I ask in a shaky voice. I miss the small step he takes forward as if to reach out to me.

“Nope, and I take it you can’t either.” He pauses for a moment before he grabs two glasses, the milk and a package of cookies. “C’mere.” I follow him to the couch that faces the floor to ceiling windows and sit down. He hands me a blanket and I wrap it around my shoulders. A small smile dances on my lips as he sits beside me and pours the milk for each of us.

“Thank you.” I say as I take my cup form him. For a while we eat our cookies in silence. I stare out the large windows at the stars shining outside the compound. I can feel his eyes on me. His emotions roll off of him in waves. Hurt and anger.

“You have every right to be angry at him.” I say turning to catch him give a puzzled look before turning his pensive gaze to the crumbs on the table. His eyes meet mine again before he asks,

“Why do you think I’m angry?”

“I know you well enough by now to know when you’re angry James.” I say. His mouth turns up into a smile at the mention of his real name. “He deserves every ounce of your anger for leaving.”

“Well you’re right I am upset, but it’s not for my sake. I’ll miss him, but I understand why this is how things had to be.” I search his eyes for answers as he chooses his next words. “Those tear stains on your cheeks should never have had to happen, though. I hate to see you hurt like this.”

I shake my head at his words. Of course Bucky would be thinking of others even while going through this great loss. “He left you Buck. After all you all have been threw. After everything he did to bring you back and then he leaves you. Just after you get back from.....” I trail off and a shiver rubs up my spine. “He betrayed your friendship. With no warning. How could you not be upset.”

The metal in his arm whirs as he fiddled with his fingers.

“He told me he was going to do it.”

“What?”

“A few days ago. He came to my room and wanted my advice. He talked about how he never adjusted to this life. How he longed to be back in his own time. With her. He saw her, ya know? When he went for the stone. And he couldn’t stand to stay when he knew he could have her.” He continues his story as I sit with my mouth hung open in shock.

“He still shouldn’t have left you behind. I’m sure you are longing to get back to your time too. You could’ve gone. He’s not the only one that was lost in the 40s. How selfish could he be to leave you here like that.” I turn to face him completely on the couch. He is staring at the stars again now when he tightens his lips and shakes his head.

“He offered.”

I stared at him in awe. The anger inside me suddenly deflated.

“He wanted me to go with him. But I chose to stay. Y/N he didn’t abandon me it was my choice.” He glances at me, then turns to face me as well.

“Steve never really left the past. Not completely. But I’ve been modernized wether I chose it or not. There’s no place for a metal armed war vet like me there. I’d be an outcast and even more of a freak.”

“Oh don’t say that. You’re not a freak.” I reach and grab his hand. His thumb rubs the back of my hand.

“But th-that’s not the main reason I stayed.” I wait patiently with his hand in mine for him to continue. He takes a deep breath to calm himself before he looks into my eyes. His beautiful eyes. I get lost in them searching for any possible clue. I see his nervousness, and something more. Something familiar that I can’t quite place.

“It’s you.” Tears begin to fill my eyes as the soldier in front of me pulls my hands up to his mouth to kiss each one. “Steve found the love of his life at the beginning of the war. Fate ripped them apart and he found a chance to go back to her. So he took it. But I don’t have to go back. I found mine right here, doll. So I’m staying” he looks at me with one of his classic Sargent Barnes grins. My heart leaps out of my chest and butterflies flutter in my stomach. I grab his face and crash my lips onto his. We pull away breathless as our foreheads rest together. “I don’t want to be in any other time or place if it’s not with you.”

“James Buchanan Barnes, you never cease to amaze me.” I giggle as he wraps his arms around me. We sit there in each other’s embrace watching the stars.

As my eyes start to close he leans down to plant a kiss on the top of my head.

“This. This was my choice.”

#marvel #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #cute #post endgame #bucky x reader

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nobody-knose--archive · 4 years

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well i got home a lot earlier than i thought i would today, which i’m happy for seeing as the place was filled to the brim with people not wearing masks. like this place is normally decently busy this time of year but it was packed to the goddam brim today for some reason. anyway! i took pictures of the place for reference, and whenever i get around to carving the pumpkins we picked out i’ll share pics of that as well. this is lowkey going to be an advertisement for the place because if you ever visit the central valley you really should come around here, especially if you are/have kids it’s amazing. starting from the top.

[image description: a picture of a creek bluff. in the foreground are some ground brush cast in shadow. in the middle ground is some long yellow grasses in patchy sunlight taking up the space where a creek would run if there was rain around here (california). slightly up the hill is a small footbrigde connecting a path that goes from left to right along the side of the bluff. just behind it in the background is the side of a small hill that’s covered in the same long yellow grass from before, and the sky is clear and blue where at the top of the bluff. scattered throughout are oak trees, some small and young, and a few that are old, tall, & mighty. end image description.]

y’all are so lucky i managed to get pictures without people there were so damn many. my older brother was freaking out the entire time about catching corona (he’s nd but he’s in denial about it) and ive decided that for the sake of this post & onwards i’ll be referring to my older brother as Idon & my younger brother as Dr. Lion given that those are dumb unused nicknames we have for each other and it’s easier than referring to them as my older & younger brother all the time. anyway the whole area is set up in this lil creekbed area and normally when it’s winter & it’s not hot n stuff (twas decently hot today, tshirt shorts & no jacket weather in the sun) there’s a bit of water that runs through it. the rest of the time it’s dry and people will walk straight to it to get to the bluffside trail that features a handful of small attractions like a tiny castle, tunnel, metal slide, & other things that appeal to all the children that can fit in them. this place is basically the hotspot for any and all children in this county youve just gotta come here some time it’s so damn fun. there’s even a swinging rope bridge over the creek that leads to the bluffside trail that’s raised way up in the air and is an honestly harrowing experience for every kid who goes across it i could talk about this place for hours. i havent even brought up the train line that goes around the tree farm & things at the top of the bluff. anyway

[image description: a picture of a pumpkin patch, taken from behind a few stalks of corn. the field is full of pumpkin plants with their large, green leaves extended into the air, though there’s no pumpkins visible. there are various flowers i believe to be carnations dotted throughout the patch, in shades of light pink, magenta, orange, and red, and a few stalks of corn also grow in the patch. in the distance a field of corn that doubles as a small maze grows off to the right, and lining the background is a row of large trees that grow along the creekbed behind them. the sky is bright blue & clear from the upper left part of the picture it can be seen in. end image description]

so one attraction of this place (one thing that gives it such an appeal to people who want aesthetic pictures for instagram & whatnot) is that they always set up little pumpkin people all over the place, taking various poses. when i say pumpkin people i mean basically scarecrows, clothing stuffed with straw & posed doing things, but with pumpkins for heads. most of them are out of the way enough that people cant mess with them but can take pictures like i did here. oh can you not see it? well let me just zoom in for you-

[image description: a zoomed in picture of the scene described above. clearly shown is a scarecrow-type figure with a pumpkin for a head standing up in the field. it’s wearing a rather nondescript grey shirt, blue jeans, and a floppy brown farmer’s hat. it’s surrounded by pumpkin plants, carnations, & corn stalks, with a corn field to the back & more large trees casting shadows to the back, as indicated above. there are also some large leaves from corn plants directly in front of the camera where it’s taking the picture, taking up a large chunk of the picture. end image description]

here it is! this is the only one i took a picture of because it was the only one i could possibly find the time to capture without it being swarmed by other people. i was really lucky to take these pictures without anyone in the background here it’s honestly hard to tell from what i’m showing but there was an obscene amount of people there, hence why we barely spent 1.5 hours there. i suspect idon’s unending stream of complaints and fretting and honest request to tell every member of our extended family that we’d have to quarantine for the next 2 weeks got us out a bit faster than we wouldve otherwise done but eh. that stuff’s especially ironic considering dr lion’s going back to physical school starting this week but hey what can ya do. we wore our masks. homemade by my mother because she had nothing better to do the first few weeks of quarantine and now i’m just rambling about my home life. moving on

[image description: a picture of a string of lightbulbs, focused on one in particular that’s completely shattered. behind, various trees, oaks being the only ones i can name, fill up almost the entire background. blue sky can be seen through the branches of a tree to the upper right portion of the picture. for the most part only the lightbubs & the tree closest to it, taking up the rightmost portion of the photo, are illuminated by the sun. end image description]

this is making me realize i didnt take many good pictures. i only took this one because ive got a story behind it but hey i’ll be coming back this winter to pick out a pine tree probably bc they double as a pine tree farm as well as a pumpkin patch and general creekbluff attraction so i can get some better pictures of the area when there’s less people. hopefully. anyway you see how that lightbulb’s broken? well i being the lil aspiring biologist i am saw a bone lying in the dirt next to our car when we were leaving and immediately picked it up. it was picked clean, almost certainly by ants or something, and i was kinda hoping it was the product of some owl because there are a lot of those in the area around the creek, but my family decided twas but the product of some other family’s picnic there. what it was doing in the parking lot i’d love to know, but i couldnt bring it with me (”that’s disgusting” it’s picked clean dirty & dusty lying in the dirt i guarantee it’s not got anyone’s dna on it any more but that of the chicken it came from) so i take a step closer to the treeline to throw it away. and then of course where does it go after i release it from my hand but directly into one of the lightbulbs hanging up by a string all along the outside of the parking lot. whoopsy. so of course i take a picture as soon as i’m done explaining it to my family & freaking out about doing actual damage to this beloved creek pumpkin patch/pine tree farm. then we have a brief argument on whether to tell the staff about it (there’s actual broken glass what else can we do) and so we drive up to the guy sitting there watching people leave, giving directions, our mom rolls down the window, and i, on the opposite side of the car from him, barely get out a proclamation along the lines of “there’s a broken lightbulb down in the parking lot with glass on the ground” he says “ok sure” and we leave. it takes me like 5 minutes to calm down from that which i dont get because we do a whole expedition up to the top of the bluff to see the construction theyre doing to the train line that theyve been working on for years & we dont even get out of the car to walk around because a. social distancing we already took off our masks & they have to be tied on it’s too much work to put it back on and b. the sheer number of cars there was menacing so we just sorta drove around and glanced down the side of the bluff to the best of our abilities. god that’s a damn paragraph. it’s been an hour. <3 i guess

#describing images this detailed is a bit challenging but not boring/annoying i think it was a rewarding experience #tis i #i sure as hell didnt intend to spend nearly an hour writing up an account of what happened the moment i got home but that's what happened #i hope y'all enjoy cause i sure did #admittedly unspecific dialogue

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rqs902 · 4 years

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IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS

ITS MY BOY ENYU!!!! ON THE FRONT PAGE???? okay also a big deal for zhaohao and li hao too!!!

ok now into part 2 of the ep

interesting that they focused on junhao for everybody. can understand he probably has the most different and struggle experience so probably more interesting for dramas sake lol im surprised they dont spend more time on shengen, considering his popularity.

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA JUNHAO FREAKING OUT over the fact that they only learned the dance for 40 mins. LOL thats the level of tyger + kou cong + shengen, i can imagine the struggle of the yang guang nan hai group in comparison AHAHA i just imagine him running down the hall freaking out like HOW DID THEY LEARN THE DANCE IN JUST ONE CLASS WHAT ARE THESE PEOPLE

lollll “theyre all dachang boys” “theyre all zhang yixing’s students” HAHAHAH you know even though he is slightly struggling compared to the rest, he aint bad and theyre all taking it light hearted with laughter so seems like a good learning environment! and he’s confident he’ll get it LOL thats good! i think thats what makes him so amusing

HAHAHA i love how lin mo just keeps giggling at junhao like he genuinely just finds him so amusing LOL yay for making new friends

awww bc junhao’s always been a leader i feel like for him to finally feel like hes being taken care of is so nice. i have absolute confidence that this group will treat him kindly. AW HE CALLED HIM MOMO

im still disappointed they have YET to show zhan yu’s funny/strange personality and this wouldve been a great opportunity bc hes surrounded by friends he’s comfortable with!! like his friendship with kou cong! or akey and lin mo! but sigh...

THEY PUT ZHAN YU IN THE FRONT FOR THE SEXUAL LINE HAHAHHA PERFECT BUT I SEE LIN MO BEING ONE OF THE ONLY ONES NOT SHOWING HIS ABS HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA

wow the lyrics are so fitting for lin mo to scream LOL but also ay his vocals?! aw im glad they put in a little rap for shengen and akey! honestly was kinda hoping for more bc they havent had a proper stage together before and i feel like itd be awesome but also junhao and zhan yu vocalization at the end was on point!!

lol all the kids being like zhang pd’s words are so detailed and professional... sigh theyve been missing out until now

im glad they really pointed out how each member of this team did well! they really all did a great job with each of their parts, and they each got a little part to shine, and when put together, it was a complete performance. im proud of them and happy for them!

aw.... i feel like we’ve been waiting so long to hear lin mo get complimented.... i feel like it’s been since qcyn namanana that we’ve been waiting for him to redeem himself and climb back up to the peak. ugh its been nearly a year and a half. im just so terrified of whats gonna happen next bc im way too skeptical at this point to expect this high to continue, esp with what happened after namanana last time......... but for now, im happy. relieved hes finally getting the recognition he deserves and im happy that hes happy. lol i was also half scared we were gonna get spirit of the knight-ed again with his pink hair (nightmare flashbacks to lin mo and changxi’s deletion from that perf) i dont think ill ever get over that :( i feel like as a lin mo stan, ive been trained to not keep my hopes up and to prepare for the worst bc hes the type of person who just always gets the short end of the stick, it feels like.

aw the part when they go back to the waiting room and jin fan is waiting for them with an encouraging smile and the whole exchange of "帥的真的帥的" "哇~可以吧" "我沒想到" "那必須的" our leader did them proud :’)

ugh the part where luo jie calls them and tells them he can’t come back........ heart breaking. i can see why lin ran and xikan would be really affected. lin ran has been luo jie’s go-to since he left and knowing how their usual friendship involves making fun of one another and jokingly complaining about each other, it hits hard when lin ran says he cried his eyes out. it hurts that they didnt get to share the stage again before he left. xikan may not have shared the stage with luo jie during ip, but hes known him since then and has been with him through both rounds here. it interesting bc i feel like the namanana perf was very light hearted on qcyn but i cant see that happening here, esp with their outfits?

aw shiwei and chaowen taking charge to raise their spirits :’)

lin ran’s voice fits so well with this song wow! i really like his lines! also lol i didnt know xikan would have abs but okay and tbh im always hesitant about dances with props bc it always is so easy to look messy..... like every slight difference in angle in the way you hold your arms is immediately magnified

and like sxl’s fan is obviously broken and having performed fan dances myself i know that that’s like the most annoying thing to happen on stage, and can be really difficult to deal with, even tho it happens ALL THE TIME with those types of fans ugh :(

i mean its super kind of them to leave luo jie’s space empty for him, but its kinda weird to have parts of the audio missing sadly :( and also chaowen’s voice did something weird in the middle there, like its sounds weirdly weak

wait didnt yixing tell them to close the fan? but they didnt?

xikan’s facial expressions are perfecttt, good for him! wish they gave more screen time to shiwei during shiwei’s lines lol... but also i cant help but hear lin mo’s voice during that part LOL ugh speaking of which i miss that team dynamic namanana team a on qcyn HAHAHAH hwx being a brat and fjj running around wild and lin mo giving up on them all just laughing like idiots for hours on end while bo yuan just judges them from a corner LOL i love the beginning of the wenxuan and lin mo friendship good times :’)

HAHAH ENYU AGAIN WITH THE REALEST COMMENTS - i agree AHHAHAH i love these kids too but there was something off about this stage

im surprised but also not surprised by what the judges are saying

o didnt realize sxl was supposed to be center but i guess that explains the big puffy thing on his shoulder lol.......... agree with cx tho, even without his broken fan, i think the fans made them look worse bc it just looked messy

well idk if we’re getting all the stages today but at least jin fan’s is also getting aired! TYGER HUG FOR JIN FAN YESS

jin fan teaching them dance? yes thank you for showing us he is a good dancer. oof jin fan’s just too nice :( hes trying to avoid conflict too much that it caused conflict smh......... lol oscar trying to talk to su er hes having such struggle i feel that bro LOL hes doing really well though, tbh being relatively young, hes really trying his best and is being reasonable.

LOL HE CALLED HIM JIN FAN GE i forgot jin fan is considered old lol..... jin fan really taking the higher road here and im glad they sat together and talked it out a bit

THE JIN FAN VOICE YESSSS hahahhaha kou cong holding the tyger sign!!

oo is that some of his bel canto-style singing coming through LOL

AY NICE for hong weihao and oscar to put in some rap

some of those high notes were a bit questionable at the end but okay jin fan is really claiming that vocal + dance teacher role i see.... interesting

but agree with yixing that he doesnt need to force himself to do high notes bc his voice is so nice regardless!! yay for oscar getting recognition! im still waiting for jin fan to do a cool dance performance sigh

wasnt expecting an enyu feature BUT ILL TAKE IT

oof huang enyu saying hes really trying to put himself out there by going for leader and the realest comment that he hasnt considered getting to debut he just wants to pass this round oof and he feels like his opportunities may be cut short bc hes getting old oof

enyu and chenxu crying watching the movie

AW THEIR HAHA VIDEOS ARE THE CUTEST THING I LOVE THESE KIDSSS so sad that so many of them are at risk of elimination :( im glad these vocals made their own friend group! I hope itll be a memory they carry forward. they do all have shared experiences as vocals on this show.

this reaction to junrong’s voice

same tho :’) but actually all of their voices are so so nice like actually these 5 are all people whose voices ive really listened for on this show, but wow renyu’s voice in particular like really ugh just sounds so pure

also enyu looks really nice in this performance but thats a side note okay moving on

i mean literally these reactions

and li hao crying while singing and so many kids in the waiting room crying while watching OOF this perf has got me emotional

HAHAHHAHA THEIR INTROS HAHAHHA

UGH ENYU his plea just.... the way he yelled it bc it mustve taken courage and it mustve been a frustration on his mind for a while now and bc maybe he wouldve broken down if he hadnt yelled it out but im really crying now.... and its so out of character for him that you know he really really is feeling desperate and feels the need to speak out

lol wait gjm posted on weibo about him? is that why hes getting more attention lol..........

i really hope the vocals win :(

no tygers in the next ep preview? hmmMMMMMmm okay

well also interesting that they put the other 4 perfs with the elims...... seems sketch but at least most of my kids got to go this week ahhhhhh i feel bad for the other groups already. esp the ones with the kids who arent as popular...

#rants

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shotos-kettle · 4 years

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Goddess of the Fairies. (M)

Chapter one (2,313 words)

“The dragon known as Acnologia is on the move once more, as protectors of this land we must do what is necessary to keep the humans of this land safe. There is too much at stake to let him run rampant over this world, he needs to be stopped before he goes too far.” The deep, baritone voice of the fire dragon king Igneel echoed through the vast underground cavern, his fellow dragonkind gathered around on various ledges and outcrops of the cave. Metalicana to his right let out a low grumble before raising his head. “Are you sure he is heading to the greenlands?” His question was a simple one, but the answer was much more complicated than one would be able to express. Yes, he was headed to the greenlands, that was Acnologia’s goal, they knew that for a fact. But the journey to the end was a long one.

“Of course he is Metalicana! Where else would he be going? You know his goals and what drives him to keep trying no matter how many times we put a stop to his schemes, However he is gaining power more and more each week. In time he will become too powerful to be handled by dragon or humankind.” A female voice echoed through the dim light of the cavern, heads turning towards the sound of the voice as a regal pink dragon made its way into the wide opening and stood at the center of the cave’s opening. “We have to stop him no matter what it takes, there is no room for hesitation this time.”

“Your majesty, you sound as if you have a plan.” Elefseria finally spoke up, glowering down at their queen as she let out a soft chuckle. Of course she had a plan, but she also knew there would be an uproar of disagreement among the dragons around her. “Well? What is it Avalon?” Igneel asked as the cavern feel silent spare for the heavy breathing of the dragons that reside inside the space. “The Eclipse Gate my dear. It must be opened” Avalon started, a loud growl came from her right. “In order to save the Greenlands it must be destroyed. I hate to say this but this is our only option, Acnologia cannot be stopped. Once the Eclipse gate is opened we will send our loved ones through and hope they find a way to complete the task at hand. It is a mission we must send them on, as young as they are they will not survive the tragedy that's upon us so we must do everything we must to protect their innocence.”

“No! We cannot do that to the children! We are all they have and once we send them through the gate who knows where they will turn up! Or if they would even survive the time gap.” Weisslogia roared as his tail slammed against the wall behind him as a sign of his anger. There was a brief pause as the dragons let their comrade calm himself before continuing on. “Weiss, You must understand, this could very well be the only chance we have to be able to do something right for the children, and for us.” Avalon said once the dust had settled around the group, she knew they were angry with her. She could feel it in the air around her as she let her gaze drift between each individual. “Please… You must put your feelings behind you.” She said firmly, then continued. “Opening the Eclipse gate could be our only hope. Igneel please, with your permission I will contact the celestial mage who is protecting the gate and ask her help in our mission.”

Igneel let out a low hum as he processed the information, frowning as he turned to gaze towards the opening of the cavern. “I will not send the children alone. Someone must watch over then on their journey, to make sure they do what we hope for them to accomplish.” His wishes were firm, and Avalon admired his care towards his own young human. Avalon herself did not have a little human to care for, only because she was the one to care for the dragons of the world, but perhaps this would give her a chance to finally do something good for the children. “I will go Igneel.” She said softly, taking a deep breath in as her eyes slipped shut. “I shall gather all the energy I can muster within the next few days and transform into one of the humans for the sake of this journey.” the cavern erupted into chaos as Avalon began to emit a golden light from beneath her pink scales. “This gathering is now dismissed, there will be no further discussion of this topic, what is done is done. I have made the decision to venture through the gate with the children myself.

Igneel rose, smoke leaving his nostrils as he let out a heavy sigh. “As you wish. Everyone please return to your dens, I will stay here with Natsu and Avalon until the time comes for the gate to be opened.” The room fell silent as a young pink haired boy wandered into the room and nestled against Igneel with a yawn, immediately falling asleep against the fire dragon king. “Igneel, do you think the children will be okay once they pass through the gate? Do you think they will remember us?” Avalon spoke softly, her worries finally coming out now that she and Igneel were finally alone. The two shared a bond as brother and sister, not biologically but as king and queen of their respective territories, so it was only natural for her to share her concerns with the fire dragon as they were neighboring kingdoms.

“They will be fine Avalon, You shouldn’t worry about the children instead worry about your own well being once you’ve passed through the Eclipse Gate yourself.” She knew he was right, there were many factors that came into play when it came to time travel of such lengths… They were preparing for a 400 year leap into the future, there was no telling where their children would end up, what path they would take or if they would find a guild that would take them in. There were many worries on her mind, herself being far from the first thing. “Igneel I do not care what happens to me, I will be fine you know that.” Her own magical power would be enough to keep her sane during the time they spent inside the gate itself, The children however, the didnt have as much magic power as the dragons themselves, sure they had been learning slayer magic but it was a long process, there was no wa the would build up enough magic power over the next few days to be able to keep enough memory to remember everything that would transpire in the near future.

Avalon sighed as she laid her head down, eyes peering over at the young sleeping child that was nestled against the once feared fire dragon king. It ached in her heart and soul, the thought of separating these children from the ones they adored so much, she knew the first few years would be hard on the children and her only hope was that their magic power wouldn’t dissipate through their journey. They needed to be able to at least be able to defend themselves if they were to be seperated on the first day, it was something that was inevitable, the separation of a group thrown into an unknown time and place.

“Igneel, take Natus home, I’ll call for a gathering once I've gathered enough energy to open the gate myself.” Avalon spoke as Igneel rose, picking the sleeping boy and placed him between his folded wings. “Very well, I will await your call.”

Over the next two weeks The cavern surrounding Avalon slowly became overrun with vibrant crystals of pink and gold, the light that reflected off them simmered with magic power, and once she was sure she had gathered enough magic power she called for a gathering. The group of dragons stood around Avalon as a golden light surrounded her, each dragon adding in their own power to help their queen along with her endeavor as her dragon body slowly transformed into that of a woman in her 40’s, her white hair framing her cheeks pleasantly, those red eyes still a stark contrast against her pale skin. “Let us begin.. Children, come here.”

Silence fell upon the group as the children gathered around Avalon once by one, Natsu taking his place next to her, his hand holding hers tightly. Once they had all gathered she closed her eyes as her fellow dragons bagan the ritual to open the Eclipse Gate. Time was a tricky mistress, one to not be taken lightly. The air around them began to vibrate as a large door appeared within the cavern, adorned with jewels, gold and intricate designs, she could feel that the children were scared of what was to come. “Don’t be afraid young ones, everything will be fine.” Once the doors of the gate began to creak open, a light of pure magic energy erupted around them, with the first step into the gate Avalon turned to look back at Igneel and the other dragons. “Stay strong, and I know we will meet again another time. I will make sure there is a way for us to see each other again my dear friends, but until then i must bid you farewell.” She said softly, letting the children go into the gate ahead of her before the doors slowly creaked shut behind her.

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The year is 777… And on this day a young girl with hair as white as snow awoke to the sounds of birds chirping around her, the black dress that hung delicately onto her shoulders was barely enough to keep her warm. “H-Huh?” Her eyes started to take in her surroundings, a field of red and blue flowers that spread over the horizon as far as she could see, with a river that cut through it just to the right of here. “Where am i?... M-Mom?” She called out, but gained no answer spare for her own echo. The young girl clammered to her feet, her hand reaching out on its own to steady herself with the battle axe that had laid by her side.

The next thing that came to her mind was to find something to eat, her stomach was growling at her and she didnt know if she would be able to go very far without something to eat. Her feet began carrying her to the south and something told her that was the best way to go.. And for days she just wandered, from town to town, picking scraps from people who would offer them up to her. She knew she had a long journey ahead of her, to find somewhere she belonge. When people asked who she was she would just simply shrug and eventually people just stopped asking, they would catch wind of a girl with white hair that was a passing traveller, non asked why and most just left scraps out on their stoops for her.. Until one day after two years of wandering the help just stopped. She was on her own, alone.

In the distance a town caught her eye, just on the horizon as she dragged the battle axe behind her, following the train tracks she had seen a few days back. It was her best option at this point, they had to lead to a town and she had been right about that. But as the days went on she grew weaker and weaker, barely being able to hold up her own weight let alone the weapon she held so dear to herself. The closer the lights of the town got, the faster she pushed forwards, towards the hopes of a warm mean and a nice cup of tea. It was something she desperately needed or she wasn’t going to last much longer. As soon as her feet hit the stones of the station floor she dropped her axe, the sound catching the attention of everyone around her as she collapsed next to it. As the people started to gather around the young girl a small boy around the same age as her started pushing through the crowd.

"Get out of my way! Come on move~" the boy whined as he continued to try and shove past pairs of legs before finally stumbling out and landing on his knees next to the girl. "Hey! Hey wake up you can't sleep here!" He started to shake the girl, obviously worried for this stranger's life. The pink mop atop his head swished as he looked around. "Are her parents here?" One of the men in the crowd as to his female companion, who simply shook her head. "No one's come forward." The words struck something in the young boy and he started to struggle in an attempt to pick her up, grunting as he slowly lifted her up and draped her over his back. "Someone grab her axe, I'm taking her with me to the guild hall to get her help."

The town's people knew not to argue with the boy, the flaming red guild mark on his arm told them that this strange girl would be in safe hands once taken to the Fairy Tail guild hall, it was the best place for her since the neared medical clinic was miles away on the other side of town. "Dont worry…" the boy whispered to her as he carried her towards the entrance of the train station. "You're gonna pull through I'll make sure of it!"

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newhopegeorgie · 5 years

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overwhelmed I g.s

(hi! im back with another george one shot. this idea came out of nowhere and i thought it’d be really cute. i didnt know how to end it so the ending kinda sucks and im sorry :( anyways, hope you enjoy it. feedback is always appreciated and if you have any requests feel free to send them in! <3)

You knew that George had been really stressed out lately. The band had been writing and recording non-stop for the music they were itching to release and it was starting to get to him. You knew how hard he worked, and as much as you admired him for it, you also knew how much pressure he was putting on himself. George absolutely refused to half-ass anything, to the point where he sacrificed his own well-being for the sake of his music.

Recently you started to see how this was taking an obvious toll on your boyfriend. He was getting less sleep, which showed in the purple bags under his eyes, he had been moodier. And more recently it seemed like he wasn’t eating as much, choosing to continue his writing rather than taking a break for a meal. Needless to say, you were getting worried. You wanted to be there for him, remind him that he needed to take care of himself, but with your unforgiving work schedule, you weren’t home nearly as much as you would have liked.

You’d finally managed to get off work at a reasonable time, intending on spending the rest of your night getting George to finally relax a little bit. You shoved your keys into the lock, anxious to get inside so you could completely and utterly spoil your boyfriend for the next few hours. As you got inside, you kicked your shoes off, hung your coat by the door and made your way to the living room. Just as you’d guessed, George wasn’t there. He was in your guys’ spare bedroom, which had been converted into his workspace of sorts. As you approached the room you heard soft strumming through the crack in the door, it stopped short and was followed by a frustrated sigh. You gently pushed the door open, seeing your boyfriend. He was faced away from you, not quite noticing your presence yet, and his head was hung, in what looked like, defeat.

“Hey G, what's wrong?” you asked him, you placed your hand gently on his shoulder. He jumped a bit, startled by you for a second before he quickly relaxed under your touch. He looked up at you, putting on a forced smile before answering.

“Oh! Hi love, nothing, I’m good. When did you get home? I didn’t hear you come in,” You noticed his attempt at changing the subject and gave him a knowing look, taking a seat on the small couch beside him. He very hesitantly let go of the guitar when you took it from his grasp, propping it gently against the wall.

“You know we’ve been together for 2 years G,” you said simply. He quirked an eyebrow at you, clearly confused by this. “I know when you’re lying,” you clarified. His lips set into a frown as he dropped his gaze. You took one of his hands in both of yours, playing with his fingers and rubbing the back of it comfortingly. “Now, tell me what’s wrong,” This time your question was posed more as a command. He sighed, hesitating before deciding to answer your question.

“I’m just really overwhelmed. Management really wants us to be able to release our first album by the end of the year and we aren’t even halfway done with it. I’ve been working non-stop and I feel like I’ve made zero progress. At this point, I don’t even know if I’m any help at the studio anymore. And I’m trying so hard to do the best I can but I don’t know if that’s even good enough,” George’s voice cracked at the end, and you could see the tears welling up in his eyes. You fought your own tears as you heard him talk, not having realized the full scale of how George had been feeling recently. You didn’t say anything for the moment. Your arms wrapped around him and he collapsed into your embrace, his face in your shoulder. His arms wound around your torso, hands fisting the back of your shirt.

“G if you need to cry you can, it’s not good for you to hold it in,” you said softly. With that, he broke down. He sobbed quietly in your shoulder and moved closer to you, wanting more comfort. You felt your heart break at the feeling of him shaking in your hold, just wanting to make him feel better. “And love, you have to believe me when I say you are more than good enough. I know that. The boys know that. Management knows that too. You are so insanely talented and whatever you put out is going to be incredible. But G you need to take care of yourself too, you can’t keep pushing yourself this hard, it’s unhealthy. Plus, how in the hell do you expect Reece and Blake to survive out there without you,” George had stopped crying as you spoke, even laughing a bit at what’d you’d said last.

“Oh god, they’d never make it,” he joked along, pulling his face from your neck.

“Exactly,” you said to him, cupping his face in your hands. “Now, would you finally take a break and let me help you relax?” He nodded slightly and you smiled, pecking his lips quickly before standing up and leading him to your bathroom.

You turned the dial on your bath, starting to fill the tub with warm water. You turned back to George who was standing behind you and approached him. You fingers grabbed the hem of his shirt and you looked up at him, silently asking for permission. He nodded his head and you pulled the fabric off his torso. Your arms immediately wound around him, pulling him into a hug which he enthusiastically returned.

“More than good enough” you spoke softly to him, kissing his chest briefly. You looked up to meet his eyes, a bashful smile graced his features and his cheeks were tinted light pink. “I mean it,” you spoke again, before having him take off his pants and telling him to get in the bath. He jokingly saluted at you, doing as he was told. You rolled your eyes, taking off your clothes as well and joining him.

Neither of you really spoke, choosing to listen to the soft music you’d put on in the background. Your fingers massaged at his scalp as you washed his hair for him. He leaned into your touch, humming in contentment. “I love you,” he whispered, his eyes falling closed. You smiled at him, feeling your heart jump at his words.

“I love you too,” you responded, pausing to kiss him before you rinsed his hair.

Once you’d finished in the bath, you left George in the bathroom, returning with a fluffy towel and some cozy pajamas for him. He smiled gratefully at you. “Have you eaten?” you asked him, handing him his clothes. His face was comparable to a child who’d gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He shook his head at you. A small sigh left your lips. “Okay, I’m gonna go make us something. Get dressed,” he nodded. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and made your way to the kitchen.

As much as you wanted to make George a nice meal, the truth was you were tired too, so you decided mac and cheese was good enough. Thankfully, G seemed to agree, his face lighting up as he joined you in the kitchen. You smiled fondly at him, scooping some into a bowl and passing it to him.

“Thank you, love,” he said, taking a seat on the couch. You dished up some food for yourself as well, sitting down next to him. It was quiet while you two ate. Some random tv show you had playing served as white noise. After George had finished eating, he placed his bowl on the coffee table and looked over at you.

“Are you feeling better?” you asked him, finishing up your own food. He nodded quickly at you.

“So much better, Y/N. Thank you,” he said sincerely. You smiled, glad that you were able to help him. You took the last bite of your dinner and set your bowl next to G’s.

“Well, is there anything else I can do?” you spoke. George was quiet for a second, thinking.

“Cuddles?” You laughed at his request, nodding. You moved to lay back on the couch, your head landing on one of the pillows. You opened your arms to George and he smiled giddily, taking no time at all to move into your embrace. His arms wrapped snugly around your waist as he laid almost completely on top of you, using your chest as a pillow.

“Good?” you asked him. He hummed, his eyes closing. You smiled down at him, your hands finding his head so you could run your fingers through his hair. The two of you stayed like this for a while, and you’d assumed George had fallen asleep until he broke the silence.

“I love you,” he said to you. You chuckled softly at him.

“I know, you told me earlier G.”

“No, seriously Y/N. I genuinely don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you,” he repeated the words again. Your hands rubbed up and down his back comfortingly and you smiled.

“I love you too George,” his lips spread into a smile as he heard you respond, hugging you closer to him if that was even possible. You felt his breath fall into a steady rhythm, and you knew he was about to fall asleep.

“Love you,” he said one last time, before actually falling asleep. It was barely audible and you don’t know if he was saying it to you or more to himself. Regardless, your heart swelled.

“I love you too,” you murmured softly, kissing his head before falling asleep yourself.

#george smith #george smith imagine #george smith one shot #george smith fluff #blake richardson #reece bibby #new hope club #new hope club imagine #new hope club fluff #nhc

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 5 years

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Making Life Special

Gif credit @motionlessbreua

Hope you all enjoy.

Happy Reading Dollies.

@chriscrosscerulli @ilovetaquitosmmmm

"What's this"? Josh shoved a pregnancy test in your face.

"What's it look like Josh"? You tilted your head at him.

"A life ruiner".

"Wow, you're kidding right"? Your nose turned red when you were about to cry.

"No, this is not what I need in my life right now".

"Okay". You sobbed as you walked away, your heart broken. Josh didn't want the baby, his baby.

Josh went to the studio to help clear his mind but it was hard when all he could think about is that pregnancy test.

"What's up"! Chris screamed his tongue hanging out.

"Not in the mood dude". Josh plopped down in a computer chair.

"You okay, trouble in paradise"?

Josh went through his pocket and found the test laying it on the table. Chris scrunched up his nose.

"Gross, did you pee on that"?

"No Y/N did, I found it in the trash".

"Even worse".

Chris carefully flipped it over with a pen and his eyes grew big.

"Is she pregnant"?

"No thank God". He ran his hands over his head.

"Um this has two pink lines. I'm not a pregnancy test expert but I think that means she's pregnant".

Josh freaked out almost falling out of his chair. "What the hell are you talking about"? "You're lying to me, tell me that you're lying"?

"Look it up. Y/Ns pregnant".

That's what Josh did. He looked on ever website about pregnancy tests and they all said the same thing. Pregnant.

"Oh no, no no no". Josh felt faint like.

"Calm down". Chris put his hands on Josh's shoulders keeping him in the chair.

"I told Y/N that if she was pregnant then the baby would be a life ruiner. I screwed up so bad". "I can't believe I said that".

"That's horrible, I can't believe you said that to the only girl that ever truly loved you".

"How do I make this right"? He asked Chris in a panic.

"I don't know but for the sake of your relationship and you being a father you better think of something amazing".

"Yeah, I think I have something in mind".

"Also you hope she's still living with you because if I were her I'd pack my bags and hit the road".

"I hate myself for this".

"And you should, I'm sorry Balz".

Josh went by the baby store grabbing a few things and headed home hoping you were still there.

He opened the door carefully with the bags in hand.

"Y/N"? He called out into the empty house.

"Don't you dare come in here, you need to leave or I'm going to do something that we're both going to regret". You called out from the bedroom.

Josh didnt listen he went to the bedroom stopping at the entrance watching you. You laid on the bed rubbing your belly, your face beet red with tears coming down your cheeks. He felt so guilty for saying his child was a life ruiner.

"I'm sorry". Josh whispered catching your attention.

"I hate you so much". You gritted your teeth. It's probably your hormones cause you couldn't hate him, it was going to take some time getting use too the idea of having a baby. Josh just took it to a whole new level, you thought.

"I know, I hate myself too". "I should have never said something so horrible, I'm sorry I hurt you and I'm sorry that our baby heard that".

"I didn't think you would react that way. I know it came as a surprise but I'm so excited". "I thought you would be too".

"I understand that if you dont want to be in our lives anymore. A baby is an adjustment and hard work, it's not going to be ease at first but as time goes it will be like you've had this baby your whole life".

Josh sighed. "I'm scared. I'm worried that I wont be a good parent. I worry about what will happen when I'm on tour, I'll be gone for a awhile and I don't want the baby to forget who I am and if I leave that child I'm a terrible parent chosing my career and passion over my own kid".

"Josh I understand that music is your life and that it comes with responsibilities to people. No one will judge you for going on tour, musicians do it all the time. We will come and visit you every chance we get but for me the baby will come first".

"I'm so selfish, putting the band before my own family".

"No you're not, you're providing for your family and doing something you love. There is no harm in doing that". "You're doing everything you can to make this baby have a good life".

"I could get a little tour bus for us so we wont bother the band and so you can have your own space". Josh's eyes lit up just thinking about.

"We'll see, I know after I have the baby I'm not wanting to go or do anything. So I'm going to need you here for that".

"Hey, I'm going to be with you through these whole nine months, I'll be there for the delivery and after. I'm bonding with my child, I'm making up for a horrible start in my parent hood".

"Okay, so you're going to change dirty diapers"?

"I have a gas mask, I'll be fine". Josh chuckled, you threw a pillow at him with a giggle.

"I went by the baby store and got a couple things". He walked over to the bed putting the bags on the bed.

"There was a ton of shit to pick from but these gave me ideas".

Josh started to take out white onesies and a pair of little booties that had a skull and crossbones on them.

"They're adorable".

"I'm going to make him or her a onesie with the bands logo and make a onesie with its last name. Baby Balz". He laughed and laughed over the name.

"That's a wonderful idea". You said with a smile. He was so excited and you couldn't wait for the baby to come.

"I love you". You leaned up and kissed him.

"I love you too". "And I love you". He kissed you stomach.

#josh balz #josh balz imagines #josh balz x reader #motionless in white #motionless in white imagine #happys-crazy-queen22

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astrangerthingsblog · 5 years

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Can it be angst or hurt comfort for the prompts? I kinda want mike to be saying the stuff about not being a kid to will, realizing that will didnt get to grow up like they did and then apologize

WILL

Sitting on the edge of his bed, Will studies every inch of his bedroom closely, as if he’s never going to see it again. Which isn’t true, exactly, because according to his mom, they will be living there until the end of summer. But since she broke the news to him last night, he can’t help but already miss the life he knows. His bedroom, the house, Hawkins – despite everything they’ve been through here.

Everything that makes his mom want to leave: his time missing in the Upside Down, him being possessed by the Shadowmonster, the trauma they both suffer because of it.

But also, everything that makes Will want to stay: all of his friends, D&D, Castle Byers. Even if all his suffering happened in Hawkins, all of his happiness is rooted here, too.

And now they’re moving away.

Will stands up and walks over to his desk, looking down on the drawings scattered across it. Lately, the subjects he has been drawing has been less happy things. Since he got taken into the Upside Down, most of his drawings have been pretty sinister. He picks up one of his older ones, tainted by childish skill, but brighter in a way he can’t draw now.

He feels a surge of anger for the life he has lost. He hasn’t felt like himself ever since everything started going down in ’83, and now, two years later, things are so different it’s like living a different life entirely. Before was about friends, play and adventure, now is about getting through each day one by one, and making sure his mom is there with him.

It hits him then, like a light switch being turned on; he’s only got one last summer. The past few years have been tainted by the aftermath of everything he’s been through. He has not appreciated being with his friends as much as he should have, and now it’s come to bite him in the ass.

The best way to spend this summer is to make sure he enjoys every last bit of it. He’ll put away his trauma, and temporarily put away the fact that he won’t be here anymore come fall. It can be the best last summer with his friends, if he puts his mind to it.

That night, after a long day by the lake, Will suggests something they haven’t made the time for in a long while:

“Guys, wouldn’t it be fun if we did a D&D campaign this week? For old time’s sake?”

“Hell yes!” Dustin exclaims. “It’s been so long since we last did. What do you say, Dungeon Master?”

Everyone turns towards Mike, who looks a little confused. His eyes meet Will’s, and he gives a small smile accompanied by a tiny shrug: “I mean, yeah, sure, that sounds fun,”

Which is how, four days later, they find themselves back in Mike’s basement around a table they haven’t sat around in a while, two new players among their midst.

Mike spends a long time explaining the game to El and Max, the first looking intrigued and fascinated by the premise, the latter looking as if she doesn’t really care too much but listening closely none the less.

When they finally get started, it’s fairly obvious that Mike hasn’t put a lot of work into the campaign planning. Will doesn’t really care, he was mostly just excited about playing again for the chance to hang out like old times, losing themselves in the game. Dustin, however, seems to be more unimpressed.

“Seriously? Mike, that was so predictable!” he exclaims.

“You’re just pissed cause you didn’t see it coming before I did,” Lucas taunts him.

“Am not. I’m just saying because it was almost identical to one of the campaigns we did last fall,” Dustin points out, leaning back in his chair and glowering at Mike. Mike rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t have much time to prepare it, I’m sorry it’s not living up to your high standards, Dustin,” he says sarcastically. They get back into the game for maybe 20 minutes before Max groans and puts her head on the table.

“This blows,” she proclaims. “It’s 90 degrees outside and we’re sitting in a sweaty basement doing this, rather than cooling off at the pool or lake?”

“Yeah, I’m kind of not feeling it either,” Lucas agrees with her, and Will feels an irk of annoyance. He says nothing, watching the situation.

“Seriously? Now you’re just pissed because you’re doing worse than me,”

“Actually, Dustin, I want to go swimming,” Lucas protests.

“El,” Mike says, turning towards El who’s looking a little confused at the turn of events. “You want to go swim or continue the game?”

El considers this for a moment, then apparently decides she wants to go where Max is going, and responds: “The lake sounds good,”

“Yeah, I agree. Let’s go to the lake,” Mike announces, and it just spills over for Will.

Standing up, he says loudly: “Seriously?! How many times this week have we gone swimming? Six times! And it’s only Thursday! I thought maybe, for once, we could do something else. Maybe it’s too much to ask that we do something we all used to enjoy. But all you ever have time for nowadays is going to the pool or the lake and chilling…”

Everyone looks at him and there’s a horrible moment of silence where Will has to process his outburst and replay his own words in his mind on full volume. Then, it all becomes much worse as Mike speaks up.

“We’re not kids anymore.” He states, and Will’s stomach sinks with the realisation that he wasn’t really aware of that fact until just now. “I mean, what did you think? That we’re just going to sit in my basement all day playing games for the rest of our lives?”

The air feels thick, almost too thick for Will to be able to breathe it properly. Dustin’s eyeing the wall awkwardly, Lucas is looking at his feet, Max is fading into the background and El is switching between looking at Will and Mike, seeming as if she can’t comprehend what is happening between them right now. Will can’t really comprehend it either.

Finally, he finds his voice again, swallowing with difficulty: “No,” Pause. “I guess I just hoped we all still had things in common,”

And with that, he leaves, with the others all too stunned to stop him.

MIKE

“Um,” Max says when Will has left. “Should we go after him?”

“He probably wants to be alone right now,” Lucas says. “We can try talking to him about it tomorrow, when he’s cooled off.”

“Yeah, okay,” she says, looking unsure.

Mike is unsure himself about what the hell just happened. One moment they were cool, the next Will was shouting at them, something Mike knows for a fact has never happened before. Will doesn’t really shout, it’s really not his thing.

“Mike,” El says, and Mike slowly manages to pull some of his attention to her, the rest still stuck on whatever just happened. “Why did you say that to him?”

“Huh?” Mike utters. “I… He was being ridiculous! Shouting at us like that as if we’re doing something wrong! We tried playing, and it was obvious none of us were enjoying it, neither was he.”

“Yes, but now he’s sad. You hurt him.” El says somberly.

Mike’s stomach twists hearing that. He shakes it off. “Let’s go to the lake. We’ll see him tomorrow.”

They do go to the lake but are all mostly quiet all the way there. It’s never a good thing fighting with a friend, but it’s like they all share this mutual feeling that arguing with Will is even worse. It’s not something that happens a lot, because Will is usually very easy going and always willing to let the others get their way. It tugs on Mike’s mind all afternoon.

They eventually start getting their mind off it, swimming and finding a beach volleyball. After a few hours, things seem mostly like usual, but the absence of Will is still obvious.

“Children!” a familiar voice cries, making the group all face the source. Steve Harrington strolls towards them with swimming trunks on, a thick layer of sunscreen on his chest and an oversized, pink inflatable donut under one arm and a towel in the other.

“Where’d you get that monstrosity?” Dustin asks, pointing to the swim ring. Steve ignores the question and instead joins their extremely amateur game of beach volleyball.

“Where’s Little Byers?” he asks eventually, and they all falter a little bit. “Something happen?”

“He’s behaving really weirdly. He got super mad at us for not wanting to play D&D and just ran off.” Lucas explains.

“Oh, well, he’s probably just upset cause he’s moving,” Steve shrugs, then serves the ball straight into Dustin’s face. “Jeez, Dustin! You okay? Pay attention!”

“He’s moving?!” Mike exclaims, his head spinning. “What are you talking about?”

“Yeah Jonathan said – wait… he hasn’t told you? Shit. I take it back! No one’s moving. Please don’t tell him I told you….”

Mike feels cold all over, never mind the 90-degree weather and sun baking his back. He looks hopelessly to his friends, hoping they have an answer to this, but they all look equally shocked and confused.

“I gotta - ” he stutters. “I gotta go.”

“Mike,” Lucas says. “Should we come too?”

Mike shakes his head, shoving his stuff into his backpack without care. “No, I need to apologize to him. If he wants, we’ll find you guys later, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Tell him we’re sorry, too, okay?” Dustin says.

Nodding absentmindedly, Mike gets on his bike and gets out of there before anyone can add anything to the conversation.

His mind is spinning. Will can’t be moving, he just can’t. They’ve been friends since the first day of kindergarten. Will is the one person Mike knows he can count on for absolutely anything. Mike had even noticed something was a little off with Will the past couple of days, but he’d written it off because Will sometimes gets into a mood which passes after a few days.

Since when had Mike stopped letting Will know he was there for him?

He knows first hand how hard these past years have been for Will. After the disappearance, things had been different. For a while they’d all tried pretending like they weren’t, but it’s impossible to come back from an alternate dimension and be the same. But at least, Mike had been there for Will. For an entire year he was always there for him, no matter how hard things got.

Then, El came back. And it hurts to admit, but Mike knows he hasn’t been there for Will as much after that.

A part of him probably thought that things were better now, because hey, El came back, and that was the root of all their problems, wasn’t it? He sees now how stupid he’s been. El might have come back but that doesn’t magically erase everything that happened, everything Will went through.

And now, Will is moving and Mike hasn’t even been a real friend to him for the past half-year.

He only realizes he’s been crying when he jumps off his bike outside Will’s house and throws it to the ground in his rush to get to the door. He knocks, almost frantically, and jumps when it’s thrown open by none other than an annoyed Chief Hopper.

“The hell, kid?” he grumbles, but his eyes soften as he takes in Mike’s undoubtedly wild appearance. He opens the door wide. “He’s in his room,”

Mike walks quickly through the house, but pauses outside Will’s door, unsure all of a sudden. He’d been too busy thinking about everything that’s happened and beating himself up about it, and forgot to think of what to say to Will. Hesitantly, he reaches up and knocks softly on the familiar door. He wouldn’t usually knock, but it feels strangely inappropriate to just come barging in after messing up so badly.

“Come in,” a muffled voice speaks from behind the door, and Mike lets himself in, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Will is lying on his stomach, hugging his pillow and facing the other way, not even looking up to see who it is.

“Uh, hey,” Mike says awkwardly, and that gets Will moving. He sits up and looks at Mike with genuine surprise, like it’s so crazy that he would come and talk to Will. Mike wants to slap himself. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah,” Will breathes, then makes space for Mike on the bed, shuffling up to sit against the headboard and looking at his hands as they fiddle with the pillow. Mike watches his hands, too, scared to speak. Finally, he looks up at Will’s face.

“Will, I’m sorry,” he says shakily. “I was an ass,”

Will looks up, his eyes a little shiny. “No, you weren’t,”

“Yeah, I was,” Mike insists. “What I said to you was really stupid. Just because we’re not kids doesn’t mean we can’t play D&D anymore. I should’ve tried harder planning the campaign,”

“It’s okay, Mike,” Will mumbles. “I don’t even know why I got so mad. It’s okay that we do different things now than before,”

“Yeah, but you have a right to be upset when we were being so stupid about it,”

Will looks thoughtful, then looks up and meets Mike’s eyes finally. “I think I only really got upset because it feels like I never really got to say goodbye to it, you know? Or… that doesn’t make sense,”

“Tell me what you mean,” Mike urges him, scooting a little closer.

“I mean… after I got back from the Upside Down, we still played some. And I wanted to enjoy it and lose myself in it like we used to, but it was so hard when everything was weighing on my mind. The last time I really enjoyed playing was the night I got taken,” Will explains, and Mike’s heart sinks. “I guess what I mean is that it feels like I never got closure on my childhood, stupid as it sounds,”

“It’s not stupid,” Mike whispers, his eyes stinging. “Will, I should have realized. I’ve been so stupid. And such a bad friend. Ever since El came back it’s like I just forgot, because I was so happy she was home again. But that’s not fair to you,”

Will sighs. “You shouldn’t feel like you have to take care of me,”

“I don’t,” Mike says determinedly. “Will, I’m supposed to be your best friend, but I haven’t really been that. I’ve been selfish. I’m sorry,”

Will smiles, a small quirked smile. “You already said that,” he meets Mike’s eyes again, and Mike can see Will’s eyes are glassy too. “I forgive you. If you forgive me for being an ass, too,”

“What?” Mike is confused. What could Will possibly be sorry for?

“That thing I said about us not having things in common anymore? It’s not true at all. I was just upset about… something, and I took it out on all of you. I do actually like spending time with you guys, it doesn’t matter what we do,”

Mike smiles, which in turn has Will smiling back. Then, Mike looks down and hesitates again before asking. “When were you gonna tell us you’re moving?”

Will’s face falls, and he frowns sadly, fumbling with the pillow again. “I don’t know. I think I just wanted to pretend it wasn’t happening and have one last summer of us just doing what we usually do,”

“Are you moving far?” Mike asks, voice raspy, afraid of what the answer may be.

“Somewhere in Maine, Mom said.”

“What?!” Mike erupts. “Will, that’s so far away,”

“I know,” Will says miserably.

Mike starts crying again, then, and Will looks up in surprise when he does. Mike apologizes and buries his face in his hands.

“You can’t move. I don’t know what I’ll do without you here. We need you.”

Suddenly, he feels skinny arms enveloping him, and it takes less than a second for him to return the hug with all his might. They cry together like that for a while, though Mike couldn’t tell you how long.

They make promises about staying friends, no matter what. They’ll call every day, because how could they possibly go from seeing each other every day to rarely talking? And they are gonna visit each other on as many occasions possible. And they say that, in a few years, when they’re done with high school, they’ll apply for the same college and go there together.

It won’t be the same, but God help him if Mike can’t keep Will Byers as his best friend. It’s just out of the question.

In the end, the Byers don’t move. While it could probably have brought some peace of mind, getting away from the places where their worst memories reside, how could they ever leave their extended family behind? Joyce couldn’t leave Hopper, and she would never take Will away from his friends or Mike.

This got really out of hand. I asked for prompts like 3 months ago and never got to them, I’m sorry! Hope you enjoyed though

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halohamilton · 5 years

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Ummm 21 & 63 😂

Two sjsjsjska okay. Thank you 😊⭐

21. When’s the last time YOU cleaned the bathroom?

It was 7:38pm on the dot when Louis walked in.

Late nights weren't uncommon at restaurant. He was just thankful that tonight he could spend with his husband, having dinner together and cuddling with him afterwards. It was something that had become rare ever since he had started working at The Daily.

There was a beaming smile on Louis' face when he shrugged off his coat and greeted into their small flat, "Honey, I'm home!"

Harry's head peeked out from their room door, his dimples popping adorably. "Hey, babe," he greeted back, voice much softer.

Louis walked towards him, "I hope you havent eaten yet, wanna make us something special for dinner. "

"I haven't, but don't cook anything yet--- come here, please," there was a slight desperation in his voice. Louis was intrigued.

His head disappeared back into their room before Louis could even look at his face properly.

A colourful smirk decorated his face as he walked into their room, his steps slow and hopefully seductive. Maybe Harry finally wanted to try that thing that they've always talked about but nev---

"Great, now you can do the bathrooms like I've asked you to this whole weekend," he smiled sweetly, a bite to his words as he handed Louis the bucket from his hands and a sponge.

Louis blanched, blinking twice. A touch of annoyance hitting him when Harry just walked passed him and to the door.

"I thought--- wait, what?" Louis stammered, still reeling from the shock of it. So, it wasn't anything sexy or any sort of surprise for Louis, he didn't even get a kiss for a greeting for God's sake, just a bucket and a dirty, old sponge.

Harry sighed, turning around to face Louis properly, "look, I know you've just finished work but I've asked you to clean the bathrooms the whole weekend and you haven't done it--- you might as well just do it now."

"I..." he stared down at the bright red bucket and the yellow rubber gloves hanging off of the side of it, "hang on, are you serious, right now?"

Harry had an odd sense of humour. This had to be one of those times where Louis had to look a little further to get the joke.

"Yeah," he frowned, "come on, chop-chop," he leaned forward slightly to place a kiss on Louis' cheek.

Well, at least he'd gotten a kiss, albeit not the kind he was hoping for.

He glanced at their brightly lit bathroom with a wrinkled nose, then at Harry again, who was just by the door.

"Hang on a second, when was the last time you cleaned the bathroom?"

Harry's shoulders sagged before he turned around again this time, his expression tired, "what?"

"From the time we've moved here, I've always been the one to clean our bathrooms but when was the last time you cleaned it?"

Really, he was just spewing out shit because he didn't want to fucking clean a bathroom after hours of work and was hoping to spend time with his husband but his lovely husband wanted him to clean the bloody toilets.

"We both have our duties, you know this, Lou," Harry explained flatly, looking unimpressed, "come on, stop mucking about."

"Mucking ab---" he cut himself off with a groan, banging the bucket onto the wood when he placed it on their dresser along with the sponge, "Harry, love, I'm sorry I didn't clean the damn bathrooms, but god, I've been waiting the whole day to come home and spend time with you and I come home to you asking me to clean up--- not even a hello kiss--- come on, love."

Harry looked down sheepishly, his cheeks pink, "Oh," he said quietly, "I'm sorry, it's just... I end up doing most of the housework and it gets to me a little bit when you don't do the little I leave to you."

Louis walked up to him, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist to pull him closer, "I'm sorry I didn't do my share of chores, I am, but can I please spend some time with my lovely husband tonight?"

Harry's eyes softened, arms resting around Louis' neck, "how about we get some takeout, watch a shitty rom-com and tomorrow, since you're finishing early again, we can clean the bathrooms together?"

Louis sighed, pretending to ponder over his words before nodding, "anything to see you actually doing the bathroom for once," he replied with, "now can I get my hello kiss, please?" He added when he saw Harry beginning to protest.

"You're ridiculous," Harry huffed before placing a sweet kiss on his lips, "and you need to do the dishes tomorrow too, okay?"

"Fine," Louis sighed again, holding him closer, "I'm beginning to think talk about cleaning the house turns you on a bit."

Harry let out a small giggle, "would you be surprised if it did?"

63. Sit still, for the love of all that is Holy.

The parlour was fairly quiet for a Friday evening but Harry wasn't complaining. He got a bit of time to get some new designs in and eat his turkey sandwich in peace--- minus Niall's insistent chattering, that is.

But he has worked here for years now, so he was used Niall and learnt to tune him out when he had to.

Poor lad, he was amazing, he was, but he had a habit of talking too much sometimes and Harry was someone who enjoyed the silence now and then--- he needed it.

On his last bite of his sandwich, the bell of the door chimed, signalling a new customer. Niall got off his chair instantly and headed to the front desk.

Harry sighed, chewing the last piece of his sandwich and throwing the foil into the nearby trashcan before dusting his hands and preparing his equipment.

"Guy here wants to do a bird on his arm," Niall informed him.

"Right, you can send him in, everything is ready. Does he have a design of his own?"

"Yeah, actually, he does," Niall said, sounding a little surprised, "I'll send him in."

Harry pulled on his gloves when a man walked in, jeans tight and black, tacky band t-shirt on and hair messed into a fringe on his head.

"Hello," he greeted Harry with a friendly smile. He had stubble. Good to know.

"Hi, take a seat," Harry gestured at the chair opposite him. The handsome man sat back on the seat, a smile still on his face.

"How are you?"

Harry blinked, "uh, I'm fine thanks and you?"

"I'm good, can't complain," he rested his already tattooed arm on the armrest, "I have a design ready for you if that's okay."

"Uh, yeah, let me have a look,"

The man reached into the back pocket of his jeans, lifting up from the chair slightly and pulled out a folded paper, handing it to Harry.

Harry unfolded It, looking at the bird he wanted tattooed. Harry could design one much better looking than this one but it was not up to him what gets tattooed onto this beautiful man's skin.

"Okay, I can do this--- where do you want it?"

"Right here," he pointed at the outer edge of his arm.

"Okay," Harry smiled before getting to work.

His client chatted to him while he prepped and then broke the skin and Harry didn't mind that, he knew some people did that to distract themselves from the pain.

What he did mind, however, was when they wriggled.

Harry huffed, "can you stay still, please?" He asked politely(as possible).

"Sorry," he mumbled.

And he was still... for a total of two minutes before he started to wriggle again.

"You have to stay still or else the tattoo will be ruined," he explained, trying to keep the grit out of his voice.

The stranger exhaled, apologising again, only to start being restless all over again mere minutes later.

"Sit still for the love of all that is Holy, Oh my fucking god," Harry snapped, pulling his arm away from his clients skin and looking up at him.

"My name is Louis," the man said, taking Harry by surprise, "what's your name?"

And--- okay.

"What?"

"Your name, what is it?"

"Why can't you sit still?" Harry countered, still annoyed.

"Because you sort of look cute when you're annoyed," he shrugged, as if it was the most natural thing to say or do, "what's your name?"

Calling Harry cute while he was annoyed would have gotten him even more annoyed but for some reason, he didn't snap back at Louis, he just answered with his name.

"Okay, Harry, I'll make you a deal; I'll sit still if you go out on a date with me,"

Harry inhaled sharply. "What?" He asked once again because who the fuck was this stranger and what the fuck did he think he was doing?

"You're cute and it's distracting," he said, tone soft and genuine, "but I'll try my best to sit still, be a good boy and all that, if you go out on a date with me."

"You're serious..."

"Deadly," Louis said, "and I really don't wanna mess up this tattoo but I really do want to take you out on a date."

"I could have a boyfriend already, you know?" Harry replied with.

"Do you?"

Harry didnt reply.

"Come on, please? Just one date and I'll sit still; it's a win-win situation here," he smirked, eyes twinkling with mirth.

Harry huffed out a laugh, "oh my god this is so fucking weird," he muttered, more to himself, but Louis seemed to have heard him.

"I'm a very weird guy," he answered, "so what do you say, one date?"

"You promise to sit still so I can finish your tattoo up?" Harry asked, chewing on his bottom lip afterwards.

"Pinky promise," he held out his pinky.

Harry rolled his eyes, pushing his hand down and moving closer to Louis. "If you move again I'll say no," he warned, not knowing how true that was.

Still, Louis smirked. "Done,"

The bugger did wriggle a bit more throughout the rest of the tattoo but it wasn't half as bad as the first few times and Harry didn't have the heart to call him out on it nor did he want to, if he was being honest.

"Can't wait for our date," Louis grinned widely as Harry wrapped up his finished tattoo, "when and where do I pick you up?"

Was he about to give a stranger his address?

"How about you give me your number and i give you mine, and then you can text me where you want to meet me and I'll meet you there?" He offered with a cute smile, hoping it would work.

Louis agreed easily, walking out the parlour with a beaming smile on his face and phone in his hand, eyes glued on Harry's contact details.

It wasn't even five minutes later that he called.

"Yes?" Harry answered with a sigh.

"Just had to check if it was real," Louis said, voice light and airy.

"I have yours too, you know?"

"I know," he laughed, "see you tomorrow, Harry."

And then he hung up. Harry stared at his phone, biting back a grin. At the corner of his eye, he caught Niall's smug smile.

"Shush," he warned, pushing his phone aside. When he turned away from Niall, he finally smiled fully.

So, he had a date with Louis tomorrow.

#this took longer than i wanted it to #thank you for the prompts 😊#asks #prompts #wirting #heathenharry #drabbles #larry drabbles

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