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latteunwoo · 3 years

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paubaya || c.sc

↪ paubaya; meaning to entrust or to leave it to someone else. in seungcheol's case, that is what he is willing to do for you regardless of how much it hurt him.

pairing: seungcheol x female reader (feat. mingyu)

genre: angst; some fluff?!?!?!

word count: 1.5K words

A/N: Inspired by PAUBAYA by Moira Dela Torre. Do note that most of the content are not real/accurate because this is an AU (Alternate Universe).

seventeen m.list || main m.list

Seungcheol knew from the moment he had introduced you to the other members that things between the two of you would have to stay the same. Sometimes he does wonder if he hadn't introduced you to them too soon, would things have been different? However, no matter how he tries to see it, there was no use because the outcome would have been the same.

[Five Years Ago]

"Everyone, this is my best friend, Y/N," Seungcheol announced as he pulled you from behind him to let the other members have a good look at you.

You shyly greeted them as you bowed and they had did the same except with a lot more confidence than you had. When Seungcheol texted you that he wanted to hang out with you before his show, you didn't know that that entailed meeting his group members too. He already knew that you had a crush on one of his members as you had always talked about it whenever the two of you would talk on the phone.

As you were being introduced to each of them one by one, Mingyu seemed to be just as shy as you were when it was his turn, "H-Hi I'm Mingyu."

"I'm Y/N," you said quietly as you shook his hand and bowed your head to hide the fact that your cheeks were getting a lot warmer at the interaction between you and the member you had mentioned to Seungcheol that you thought was cute.

"I think this is the first time I've seen Mingyu being shy in front of a girl," Jeonghan teased as the other members had joined in and both yours and Mingyu's faces started to become more warm.

At the time he had only thought that it would be just a crush. As he started to see how close you had become to this specific member, he realized that it was more than just that.

Unfortunately for him, the closer you got to Mingyu, the more his own feelings for you grew.

You and Seungcheol have been best friends ever since you were little. He was about two years older than you, however it didn't feel like that since you were a lot more mature for your age and he was always quite the opposite in the sense that he liked to act silly all the time just to be able to be the reason for the smile on your face.

And for a long time, he was. Whenever you were ever feeling down, Seungcheol's silliness would always brighten up your mood. He wouldn't just make you smile by being silly but also by treating you like an absolute princess. Whenever the two of you would eat together whether it was at school or at each other's houses, he would always let you choose what you wanted to eat first before getting his portion; and he even ate your leftovers so you wouldn't feel bad about wasting food. He would also always help you carry your books while you walked to school and sometimes carry you on his back whenever your feet would start hurting due to your new shoes for the school year. With how close you and Seungcheol were, it was no surprise that one of you wouldn't fall for the other.

He had always believed that the only things the two of you needed was each other. However, he started to see that you didn't need him as much as he had thought.

About a year after your first interaction with Mingyu, the boy had asked to talk to Seungcheol privately. This was the moment that Seungcheol knew it would become harder for him to win against the younger member.

"Hyung, I have something important I need to ask you," Mingyu said as he sat across from Seungcheol in the empty practice room.

"What is it?" Seungcheol asked even though he already knew where this was going based on how you and Mingyu had been acting with each other lately.

"Is it okay if I ask Y/N out?"

Seungcheol wanted to tell him no. He wanted to tell Mingyu that he also had feelings for you; that he was the first one to like you so he should back off. However, he couldn't do that because Seungcheol already knew the other side of this story as you had talked to him about it a few days prior.

"Why are you crying?" Seungcheol asked, concerned as he saw you crying on the bench you had agreed to meet at, "Are you okay? Is everything alright? Did something happen?"

"I think I really like him, Cheol," you sobbed as he felt his heart drop, "I've never felt this way about someone before. I don't know what to do. What if he doesn't like me that way? What if he-"

"Shhhh, stop crying," he said as he pulled you into a hug and started rubbing your back to calm you down, "It's okay. Trust me, everything will be okay."

"Hyung!" Mingyu said as Seungcheol snapped out of his thoughts. "Are you okay? Did you hear what I said?"

"Yeah, I heard. And I don't see why you needed to ask me for permission."

"I know, I just wanted to ask if it was okay in case-"

"Don't worry, it's not like that."

"Thank you," Mingyu said as he hugged Seungcheol tightly before going off to head home to start planning out how to ask you out.

Even though you and Mingyu had become a thing a few days later, Seungcheol still had some hope left in him as he had thought that because of both of yours & Mingyu's love life history that your relationship would only last a few months maybe a few years before the two of you start to lose interest in each other.

So Seungcheol still tried his best to spend as much time with you as possible, but it was always obvious that even though he was the one with you, your head was still somewhere else. But he still helped you because he knew that if he agreed then you would be happy.

"Do you think Mingyu will like this?" You asked as you held up a bracelet that had caught your eye while you and Seungcheol were out shopping together. "Or is this one better?"

"You could get both so the two of you can match," Seungcheol suggested as you thought about it for a second before smiling at him and patting his head.

"That's a good idea! See, this is why you're the best!" You said as you went to pay for the bracelets and Seungcheol smiled at your words. Even though it didn't mean anything too special, to him it was good enough.

A few years after you and Mingyu had became a thing, Mingyu had asked to talk to Seungcheol again. Given how you were away for a business trip and both you and Mingyu hadn't spoken to each other for those few days, he had thought that this was it; that this was finally his chance. However, unfortunately for Cheol that wasn't what Mingyu came to talk to him about.

"I'm going to ask Y/N to marry me," Mingyu said and Seungcheol froze.

"What?"

"I'm going to ask her to-"

"I heard you, but don't you think you two are too young? I mean you both still have so much time left. What's the rush?" Seungcheol said as he couldn't or at least didn't want to believe what was happening right now.

"I really love her and I thought it through already. This is really what I want to do."

"Are you sure? What about our fans? I know they have been supportive of your relationship when the news broke out, but marriage is something really big it's going to be hard for some of them to accept it."

"But that's the risk I'm willing to take."

"You're really serious about this, huh?"

"I'm really serious about her."

Mingyu was already almost on the verge of tears and Seungcheol could see how serious his member actually was about you. Although it pained him to say his next words, he knew that he had to do this.

"Then alright, I'll help you," Seungcheol said as Mingyu instantly jumped up and hugged the older member tightly.

"Thank you so much, hyung."

"You're welcome," he said as he almost had regretted what he had just done.

Within the next week that you were still gone on your business trip, Seungcheol and the other members had helped Mingyu plan out the perfect proposal. And it was perfect because you didn't hesitate to say yes.

The moment you walked down the aisle, he knew that this was it. He had to let you go and leave everything to Mingyu because no matter how much you might have needed him before, Mingyu is who you needed the most now. He knew that the second you said "I do" that it was Mingyu who managed to secure that main spot in your heart in the end.

#mingyu forreal mr. steal yo girl #scoups i'll get you outta there sweetie #mingyu au #scoups au #sorry this isn't a happy ending for scoups #scoups seventeen #svt scoups #seungcheol #choi seungcheol #kim mingyu #kpop au #svt au

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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Loud House: 11 Louds A Leapin Review or It’s My Bobby in a Box

Happy Holidays errybody! Christmas returns to this blog after a bit of a break to tie up some loose ends, and celebrate my birthday with a return to the loud house. It’s honestly good to be back. While it can be a struggle to cover a pure comedy, I genuinely like the show a lot, even with it’s flaws i’ve gone into, and my regular reviews gave me a running gag in my hatred of rusty and a new respect for the show. It’s just with a buiser schedule and me not actually trying to have something resembling order to things, I kept shoving Banned Together back despite really wanting to see it since.. you know.. Luna episode.. until it ended up sliding into ANOTHER set of episodes. It’s things like this why I have a queue now: while it’s not set day by day, in case I want to do more than one i na day, it is there to keeep some semblance of order and keep me on track so this dosen’t happen again. So with all that being said.. why did I choose to do A DIFFRENT loud house episode for the second time in a row before getting back to the current season? Simple.. i’ve been putting this episode off personally for even LONGER. I meant to watch 12 louds a leapin back when it first came out at the start of season 2... and just never got around to it. And just kept never getting around to it, wanting to watch it at christmas but then forgetting to do so for the last 4 years. Spare a thought there.. 4 years. In that time 80 years have passed, an era of marvel movies have come to an end, a tick series has come and gone, She Ra has come and gone, ducktales premiered then annoucned it was ending.. my point is way too many shows are ending too soon, and i’ve let this slide for far too long. So I bumped this one up to finally take a look at it, as i’ve waited this long and didn’t want to risk missing it a fifth fucking time. So yeah i’m taking look at what’s probably a classic episode in the fandom with fresh eyes. Let’s see what I thought shall we? It’s Christmas Eve at the Loud House and Lincoln is once again Zach Morrising it up .

Not what I meant.. whatever that is. It’s been 30 years since that episode aired, probably a good 12 since I first saw it and I still have no idea why they did this or if it was giong to end in a three way before the girls showed up. We just don’t know and the greatest minds in the country are baffled.. and you know working on the vaccine and making sure it’s safe.

No Linc is talking to the camera about it being christmas while gearing up to go sledding with his sled big red. Meanwhile the rest of the louds are doing their usual christmas activities which we get introduced to as Lincoln gets ready. The girls sub-plots here are, outside of Lori’s., less plots and more running gags, various shenanigans by the girls tying into their personalities and christmasy stuff. It works perfectly.. while it’s a bunch of gags.. the gags are funny and it’s neat to learn more about just how the girls celebrate christmas and what they get up to every year. It’s part of what’s to love about holiday specials as you get a once or twice in a series chance to see how our heroes celbrate the holiday and thus a look into stories, gags and character stuff very unique to the holiday. It also uses the fact LIncoln was the protaganist at the time very well, using him as our viewpoint to set up all the christmas goings on as he makes his way out of the house, so we can cut back to them later as his plot goes on. It’s really good stuff. So what are the girls up to? Let’s go down the list by age shall we?

Lori: Lori has the most involved plot anyway so it’s best to start here. Lori and Bobby are having their first christmas together... though it does bring up the fact that they’ve only been dating 2 years at most, yet plan to get married.. I mean that is a lot but your also 18. Then again time is nigh incomprehinsiable to unpack in the loud house, and at least 3 years passed in the one year it took to get them all aged up, so I wouldn’t think about it too hard. Lori, still being in huge bitch mode as she was early on, pressures bobby to get a good gift. She later gets said gift but despite being told to open it immideitly, her siblings chide her on her habit of tearing presents open and thus get her not to open it. So that’s a runner through the special, with Lana even putting her on a leash at one point, which I found hilarious. Less hilaroius is the conclusion as it turns out in the box on christmas day.. is BOBBY, who understandably is not looking so good...

Thankfully bobby’s not dead or they all would be, but still the poor boy missed christmas eve with his mom and sister for this stunt. I mean I get it’s his fault, he’s apparently LITERALLY too dumb to live it turns out and should’ve you know made a noise sooner and probably didn’t want to ruin the suprise.. but we still nearly got an episode where a 4 year old had surivviors guilt for letting her older sisters boyfriend suffocate in a box. That’s dead santa from gremlins levels of fucked up. Thankfully Lori loves it and I assume bobby’s worried family joined them for christmas eve. That image fills my heart with hope. But seriously bobby never again we can’t loose you. At least not before Sergio.

Leni: Leni’s is very simple it’s just a running gag of her taking various christmas things, making them into outfits then saying shhhh to whoever’s around when she hears, or in later cases is right there, with the person asking. Just a funny bit. Luna: Is working on a christmas song. It’s one of the weake runners as the failed songs just aren’t that funny, but the payoff for the main plot makes up for it. WE’ll get to that. Luann: Has one of my faviorite bits, her 12 puns of christmas which is both really adorable and leads to an adorable moment with her dad. Always loved their relationship.

Lynn and Lucy: Are teamed up this episode which makes me genuinely miss how the two would be used as a pair ocasionally earlier on but just .. arne’t anymore> The rest of the girls status as roomates is used liberally but not so much these two. IT’s just weird and disheartning to me. That being said their plot is simply the two digging around to find where the presents are hidden, which I never got as why would you want to know weeks ahead of time. You can’t use any money to buy the stuff you dind’t get or they’ll know and they usually figure out you knew ahead of time and it just brings thigns down. But from a kid’s perspective I guess I get it and while it’s weird to have Lucy be one of the ones following I like it, as it shows that benath her gothy demanor she’s still just an 8 year old girl excited for christmas, and that’s adorable. A decent enough runner.

Lana: Gets a good one: She keeps accidently catching people, and a passing car in one case though she has a jack to help, in her reindeer traps. Its not only funny but really adorable especially since she dosen’t care about trapping SANTA persay, she just wants her own pet reindeer and frankly who wouldn’t want a rideable woodland critter who can fly. Dammit now i want one too.

Lola and Lisa: Lola gets a fairly standard one tha’ts still pretty damn funny; She wants to get offf the naughy list by playing good for a day. What makes it funny is that last part.. that instead of doing it over a few days like most of this plot she’s trying to cram it all into one day while also trying not to strangle Lisa, who keeps showing up to say santa’s route is impossiuble. As ducktales covered he slows down time.. also you know.. not every kid celebrates christmas so ther’es probably a good number of houses he dosen’t have to cover in one night. Lily: Just randomly pops out of stockings a bit. it’s precioous as it sounds. The Parents: It had honestly been so long both since i’d seen a season 1 episode, and since the two had been both given actual names and fleshed out considerably, that i’d forgotten Rita and Senior had their faces obscured for all of season 1. It’s REALLY weird and jarring to go back to after getting to know them as fully formed people of their own over the past 3 seasons, and especally gorowing to love Senior, as he’s a loveably goofy dad but without the incompetence of most comedy dads. He can bumble but he’s also genuinely supportive, talented and pulls his weight in his marriage and family. We do however start to really see their fully formed , full member of the cast perosnalities here: Rita is clearly tired from the sheer amount of shit she has to juggle, but is also nice and warm and while Lynn Sr.’s goofiness was established already, here it’s tempered into his current shape and his love of cooking and through role as the family chef is established. While he was established as cook earlier he goes from someone who’d use frozen food just to get by to a master chef who probably does use a lot of frozen stuff but can make anything taste good and will eventually have his own restraunt. It’s really fascenating to see them slowly emerge. They don’t really have plots themslves, and Lynn’s only real gag is wanting everyone to try his figgy pudding.

So with the rest of the family covered let’s get to our main plot. Lincoln is sledding.. on the slide out back.. for some reason.

The reason is simple.. his sled ends up in the yard of Mr. Grouse, their neighbor and old man who yells at louds. Lincoln explains grouse keeps everything that ends up in his yard and has taken a lot from the Loud Kids over the years. So lincoln.. uses the slide to sled.. DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF HIS YARD.

I’ve been wanting to use pigtail kim since I made that one recently. But her points stands. What?!. I mean Lincoln can be stupid, he’s only 12 it’s allowed, but usually more out of not realizing what he’s getting into or using kid logic. He’s not this brain dead. That’s Leni’s job. It just feels like plot contrivance. Just have him build some sort of contraption as a makeshift hill and tell the audience he’s doing this because his family dosen’t want him going to an actual hill on christmas or is too busy to take him. There are easier ways than this half assed rube goldberg machine of a setup. So naturally his sled ends up in the yard.. and he calls on Clyde to help....

Now if you’ve been reading my reviews for a while, you know that reactoin is normally reserved exclusivley for this guy.

But since Rusty was in his larval state with only a few apperances and hadn’t emeerged from his coocoon as the douche I know and love to take pot shots at, there was actually something WORSE. Something more obnoxious. And with far far worse implications. And that my friends was seasons 1 and 2 Clyde. Clyde in the early seasons CAN be fine, and the self we know now. In fact I wish he interacted with the sisters more as the slumber party episode early on gave him a nice dynamic with all of them and the episode with him and leni was terrific. The problem one there was running gag with him, one character trait that utterly sucked the joy out of the room at best and made him into an unlikeable little shit at worst; HIs crush on Lori. When she’s around at BEST he has a Master Roshi nosebleed, stammers her name and passes out, something that wasn’t funny the first time and quickly became grating the 80 other times they did it. But at worst, as he is here? He’s creepy, obessevie and worst of all. .a real dick to bobby. Who as we’ve established is...

So that was NEVER going to go over well and even ignoring that is still very bad. The little creep just constantly treats Bobby with hostility, which given this is Bobby, he dosen’t realize is going on. Any time their relationship is threantned Clyde’s main goal is to swoop in during the aftermath and win lori over. He constantly wants Bobby out of the way, The ONE TIME he dosen’t come off as a massive dick is when Lincoln thinks Bobby might be cheating, and that’s because Clyde isn’t planning on swooping into the wrecakge of someone’s relationship to get a girlfriend, but to punch the guy out for cheating on her. Bobby wasn’t and Clyde obviously isn’t capable of that, but it’s a bit more understandable and even CLYDE wants to make sure there’s evidence first. But more often than not he’s just under the assumptino Lori will be his despite the massive age gap, her having made it obvious she’s not intrested, and her being in longterm relationship she’s really happy in with someone else. And this was season 1 lori who reacted to this, so the fact she’s not being the queen of all bitches about it only makes him look that much worse. And to add to that, Bobby not only KNOWS he has as crush on Lori but is suppportive of clyde, cheering him on when she kisses him once for doing something noble, and generally treating “Clydsdale” like he would any of Lori’s blood siblings. It was excurating then to sit through this every few episodes.. and it’s even worse now because the gag’s complete dissaperance from Season 3 onwards really paints the picture that this gag was entirely because series creator Chris Savino thought this was FUNNY and no one else did. And given he got fired for, you know, HARASSING WOMEN AND NOT TAKING NO FOR AN ANSWER you kinda see how an already bad bit was made worse. So yeah while the sled thing is bad this.. is objectively worse and drags the special down more. It’s thakfully not omniprescent but man is it hard to watch. Clyde being in full dickhead mode is trying to get a kiss from lori and is using a missletoe hat for it.. And can we just agree that while Missletoe can be used well in stories, to help two shy people finally kiss or to ramp up romantic tension or what have you, that it’s often used by creepy douchebags to get kisses they don’t deserve both here and presumibly in irl before the plauge hit? We can? Good. But yeah that’s his plot, no suprise he gets one, bah hum bug. He also throws in some Bobby bashing by fantasising about him ending up in the yard and clyde ending up with lori since Grouse keeps bobby.. even though instead Lori would just ignore clyde, storm over there and rip an old man’s spine out mortal kombat style.

So yeah Lincoln wants his sled back, but he can’t do it alone as the old man scares him, hence Clyde coming in. They make an elaborate plan using some careful blueprints.

Their real plan is to have Clyde disract grouse while Lincoln grabs the sled but it fails and mean mr mustard finds it and takes it inside. Desperate, Lincoln prepares to do some crimes and head into his house. Clyde is afraid he’l end up in jail and never get to visit because only family can. Clyde you are family. Plus Prison visits aren’t limited to relatives only, any show with a character in jail storyline will tell you that. But Lincoln makes a valid point that Grouse stole his property.. I still dont’ think this is the right way to handle it and his parents should just go over and ask the loud, irate asshole to give the kids stuff back he stole to be a dick, but this is a kids show and again we wouldn’t have a plot but unlike last time my head dosen’t hurt from this. He’s desperate, he knows that probably wouldn’t work and again he’s 12. 12 year old logic is fine. Naturally he ends up getting caught as Grouse didn’t leave for long, though having found a photo of Grouse with a sled as a kid, understandably fires back on him that he wasn’t always like this. Why he like this. He also has the much farier point that again, it’s his property and “My yard my rules” is about as much a legal rule as a note saying “I can do what I want, ron”. But Grouse understandably, hey he’s a dick but the boyd id be and e, makes him clean up and after Grouse fails to get the loud parents Lincoln, via a comination of a charming family photo and Grouse talking to his sister on the phone, finds out the real reason he acts like this: He misses his family and being on a fixed income can’t visit them often as he tells his sister he won’t be home for christmas to see his sprawling family.

And while it doesen’t excuse his actions.. it does explain why Grouse is so bitter: you would be too if you had a massive family who clealry loved you and your on good terms with.. but through no fault of your own and presumibly despite working hard toa fford retirment you just.. can’t see them. Their there and you have the phone, but you don’t know how to work the internet and it’s just.. not the same as seeing them. Your just seperated from them and can’t be near them or hear their voices or get hugs. Which.. given the current pandemic i’m sure MANY of you can relate to that.. to being seperated from your loved ones and trapped, and especailly many people mr grouses age are facing that. While this special is good even without the context of seeing it this year it especailly resonates and i’m glad I waited this long simply beaause it came at just the right time. Grouse tells him to leave not planning on calling his parents.

So in christmas special fashion, Lincoln is touched byt his story, and feels bad for the old curmudgeon. Sure they don’t get along and the bastard broke his sled.. but again you’d be bitter too in his shoes. The guy has nothing and is alone.. and Grouse has done nothing to deserve that, even with his actions resulting from it. No one should be alone on christmas. So Lincoln tells his sisters, all of whom rally around him, including Luna whose writer’s block is broken as she finally realizes...

And not singing about that was holding her back. Luna has her song and Lincoln, as expected has a plan. And we soon see that plan as Grouse gets a knock on the door.. and finds the Louds, parents included, and The McBrides all there singing him a christmas song. It’s pretty decent and the first time we really get to see Nikka Futterman sing and i’ts beautiful> Ther’ed be better, and worse luna songs to come but this is still pretty neat and sweet. THey came to offer him deocrations, dinner, company.. and a one way bus ticket to his family... presumibly the family will pay the other way or he can easier the day after christmas. Point is he’s touched, and genuinely and sincerly thanks them and invites them in, with Grouse’s actor John DiMaggio REALLY selling it hard.

So our heroes gather for Christmas Eve all together, and under Grouse’s roof with Grouse giving the kids their stuff back having had a change of heart. Sure he misses his family.. but the Louds and Mc Brides have shown him he dosen’t have to shut everyone out as a result. And while Grouse apologizes tht his sled is gone.. Lincoln’s fine with it he got something better. So the next morning we end on the kids opening presents, and Lori saving her boyfriend from axphisxiation, seriously between this and strife of the party i’m really starting to sour on lana. Regarldess Lucy finally belivies in santa both due to gifts nd seeing him last night, while Lincoln finds a sled from santa.. and then goes outside to see Mr Grouse off, recognizing he’s the one who played santa in a really sweet and senitmental bit. The two part on good terms even if Lincoln breaks another window. Things have changed if not that much. Final THoughts: If it wasn’t obvious, I REALLY loved this one. While it has it’s flaws, and Chris Savino sucks dirty ass in thunderstorms obviously.. it’s still a really sweet, well constructed special and I really recommend checking it out. It’s on the nick app if you have cable and on CBS All Acess if you have that. Until next time merry christmas to all and to all a good day.

And if ther’es an episode of the loud house you’d like me to review leave it in the comments or you can comission a review of it for five dollars. Just direct message me to work out the details or send an ask for my discord.

#the loud house #lincoln loud #lucy loud #lola loud #lori loud #leni loud #luna loud #lynn loud jr #lynn loud senior #rita loud #lily loud #lana loud #luann loud #lisa loud #clyde mcbride #harold mcbride #howard mcbride #bud grouse #christmas

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lilfellasblog · 5 years

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Can I Still Be Part of the FamILY? - Virgil’s 2019 Name Reveal Fic!

Summary: YouTube viewers are getting a little too good at theorizing. Virgil’s certain that once his famILY learns of his past, they’ll force him to go back.

A/N: If you liked this, please reblog. It is the only way to help this fic reach a wider audience. Tumblr ate most of my fics that I know I posted here, which makes me very sad for a lot of reasons, one of the biggest being that the love and comments and tags that folks showed this fic is gone into the ether. I’ll be making a masterlist to help prevent this from happening again.

TW: Deceit mention, description of panic attacks up to passing out, some negative self-talk. Let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 1767

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Virgil observed as Thomas scrolled through the YouTube comments.

“I can’t wait to see the newest Dark Side! Theorists, assemble!”

“Okay okay, so y’all remember Virgil’s time on the stand? I think the secret he’s hiding is that he was a Dark Side! Think about it. He got new clothes when he was accepted in the Hogwarts video, Deceit and Virgil obviously have a history that the other Light Sides don’t know, and if the Light Sides don’t know it then how could he have kept it a secret? The Light Sides know Deceit, but didn’t know the relationship between him and Virgil? SUSPICIOUS.”

“i totally agree…… virgil didnt start out in the sanders sides series……. hes hiding something…… that he doesnt want thomas or the light sides to know……..”

“I’m going to add on to this. I think Virgil is STILL a Dark Side and never truly became a Light Side. He only got accepted once the other sides saw how important he was to Thomas. He’s just a flight risk. Virgil’s working with Deceit and/ or the other Dark Sides and doesn’t like Deceit, but he needs Deceit so he can keep the secret from the real Light Sides and Thomas.”

“Wait, Thomas is GAY?”

The rest of the comments were similar. Virgil felt his chest constrict as he pulled back from the front of Thomas’ mind. He huddled in his room, attempting to keep the anxiety he was sending the YouTuber to a minimum.

They can’t know, he can’t know, he can’t know!!! Oh god, they’re gonna reject me, they’re gonna send me back, I can’t go back!!! I can’t, I won’t survive it!! I love them so much!!!

Virgil barely registered his breathing picking up, his diaphragm crushed by the tense position he was tightly curled into. He started to sob, but soon ran out of air. His lungs were burning as they were starved of oxygen, and he could smell and taste copper.

I’m going to miss them. It’s going to hurt so much when they kick me out. I love them. I love them all. Thomas, I’m so sorry…

Virgil’s final thoughts were images of the Light Side’s faces that he’d never get to see again.

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Patton jolted out of his nostalgic reverie when he sensed Thomas in distress. Looking out, he saw Thomas in front of his computer trying not to have a panic attack. Patton quickly rose up a few feet away from Thomas and gently called his name. Thomas jumped so hard he hit his knees on the bottom of the desk.

“Ow. S-sorry Patton.”

“It’s okay kiddo. Think you can breathe with me?” Thomas nodded. “Great! In for one, two, three, four. There you go Thomas you’re doing so well. Hold for one, two, three…” Patton stayed with Thomas and helped him with his breathing exercises until he was feeling better, worrying the entire time about Virgil. I need to go check on my little shadowling!

“Do you know what triggered it?”

Thomas shook his head. “No, I was just reading comments about theories and stuff, and I felt a little panicked for a half hour, and it just got a lot worse. Are you okay Patton?”

“I’m fine kiddo.”

“Oh my god, Virgil!!”

“I’m just about to go check on him. Will you be okay by yourself?”

“Yeah, I think I’ll be fine. I’m gonna take a break.”

“Good idea! Summon me if you need anything son!”

“You’re not my-” The rest was cut off as Patton sunk out. He rose up in the hallway that had each of their bedrooms. Logan and Roman were just coming out of theirs to see what the commotion was about.

“Thomas had a panic attack. I’m going to go check on my dark strange son!! Will you come with me?” Patton asked, flashing his puppy dog eyes.

“Of course!! If my dark knight is in peril, I will save him!” Roman declared, moving into his dramatic pose and holding the position.

Logan just stared at Roman in awe of the extra for a moment before shaking himself and turning to Patton. “I, too, would like to assist Virgil if he is in distress.”

“Awwww yay!!! All of my kiddos working together.”

“Actually, we are all close in age and you have not-”

“OFF TO VIRGIL’S ROOM!!!”

Patton giggled. “That’s the spirit Roman!”

Once they got to Virgil’s room, Patton knocked on the door. “Kiddo? Are you okay in there?”

Not hearing a response, Logan had to put a hand on Roman’s shoulder to keep him from kicking the door in.

Patton knocked again, a little louder this time. “Virgil? Can you hear us honey?”

Still not receiving a response, Logan had to tighten his hand against Roman’s pulls.

“Virgil might be in danger!”

“His door may also be unlocked. Patton, if you will?”

Patton opened the door with ease. Logan let go of Roman’s shoulder, who gripped the handle of his sword. Patton looked around the dark room, not seeing Virgil right away. Roman scoured the room, looking for threats. Logan spotted Virgil first, a small shiver and quiet whimper drawing his attention to a mass of fabric on the ground.

“Oh Virgil,” Logan breathed as he strode over to kneel in front of Virgil. Virgil didn’t respond, so Logan hesitantly reached out and pulled the hood down. He heard Patton and Roman gasp behind him; Virgil’s face was streaked with tears and makeup, and his face was red. Patton knelt down next to Logan and started brushing his fingers through Virgil’s hair.

“Kiddo? Can you hear me? Come on, it’s time to wake up sweetie. It’s okay honey,” Patton cooed gently, trying to wake his shadowy songbird. After a few minutes and much to the relief of the Light Sides, Virgil began to stir. He blearily opened his eyes and flinched when he saw the other Sides so close to him.

“Shhhh, it’s okay kiddo. You’re safe.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “Thomas!!”

“He’s okay kiddo.”

Virgil’s breathing began picking up and his tears started flowing again as he remembered how this was likely the last time he’d ever get to see the Light Sides and they’d hate him and-

“Virgil, may I touch you?” Logan asked.

Virgil jumped but nodded. Logan took Virgil’s hand and pressed it to his own chest.

“We’re going to do some breathing exercises now Virgil. First, please exhale so you have room for new air.”

Virgil thought it was a little strange, but cooperated.

“Excellent. Now breathe in for one, two, three, four…” Logan led Virgil through ten minutes of breathing exercises until the only thing cluing them into his distress were his tears.

“My dark prince, what troubles you?”

Virgil bit his lip. “Nothing,” he mumbled.

“Kiddo, you know that lying is wrong,” Patton gently reminded. They noticed the full-body flinch, which immediately made Patton feel terrible. He decided to switch tactics.

“It’s okay sweetie, you know you can tell us anything. You’re famILY!!!”

This only brought more tears from Virgil. Patton frowned, confused and a little hurt. Does he not consider us famILY? Did I do something wrong?

“Virgil, Patton is correct. You are a part of our family, and I sincerely doubt that anything you say can change that.”

“Indeed! We shall never forsake you!”

“Never say never,” Virgil muttered under his breath. Logan tilted his head.

“You believe that whatever is troubling you will cause us to no longer consider you a part of this family?” Logan asked.

Virgil responded by curling in. Patton gasped in horror.

“Nothing you say can make us stop loving you!” he cried.

“I USED TO BE A DARK SIDE!!!” Virgil shouted in his tempest tongue.

A silence fell over the room for several moments. Virgil curled in and started crying in earnest.

This is it, they don’t love me anymore, they hate me, they-

“We know Virgil. What about that did you want to tell us?” Logan asked.

Virgil froze. They knew? They knew? How did they know? How long? Virgil let out a particularly anguished sob at his next thought. Has this all been fake?

“Oh sweetie… can I hold you?” Patton asked. Virgil couldn’t help but nod. Patton tenderly pulled Virgil into his lap, kissed the top of his head, and rubbed his back.

“Shhhhhh, it’s okay baby, you can tell us in your own time.”

Virgil sniffled. “Th-that was w-what I wanted t-to tell you.”

Patton made a confused noise in his throat while Roman joined the other three Sides on the ground and gently placed a hand on Virgil’s shoulder.

“Virgil, we know you used to be a Dark Side.”

Virgil froze, then barked out a humorless laugh. “So why haven’t you chased me back to the Dark Side?”

Roman gaped. “Why would you think I would do that?!”

“You hate the Dark Sides!!”

Roman sucked in a breath. “Virgil, I… I’m so sorry.” Virgil braced himself. Here it comes. Can a Side die if it gets stabbed by a sword? “I should not have treated you so cruelly when I was first getting to know you. You are so valuable to me now, as a co-worker, and as a friend. I… I am so terribly sorry that my biases caused you so much harm, but I do consider you one of us.”

“Roman’s right!! You’re my kiddo now!!”

Logan flipped through a few flashcards. “As the hip say, “We been knew”.”

Despite his fears, Virgil snorted at Logan’s attempt to be cool. “You… you guys really don’t mind?”

“Not at all!!” Roman assured.

Virgil hid his face. “So I got worked up over nothing, huh? Is it Monday already?”

“It is in fact Monday.”

Virgil had to bite his lip at Logan’s factual response.

“Honey, you got scared you were going to lose your famILY. Of course you’re going to be upset! And you should always feel comfortable coming to one of us if you start feeling scared or unloved!! We’ll convince you in whatever way we have to! I’ll probably cuddle you!”

Virgil chuckled. “Thanks Pat.”

Roman squeezed Virgil’s shoulder in a silent sign of support. They stayed there for a few minutes until Patton spoke up.

“I think we need a movie night!! Who’s with me?”

“Sounds great Pat.”

“Indeed!”

“That would be adequate.”

Patton giggled in excitement as everyone stood. Virgil still felt a little shaky, but it was nothing new with his panic attacks. The Light Sides ushered Virgil out of his room as he smiled.

Virgil looked forward to watching movies with his famILY.

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Misery Loves Company part 2

Chapter Three:

The One Where Violet Learns The Truth About the Baudelaires

The rest of lunch went by quickly. Once Klaus left the table with a sleeping Sunny in his arms. Both Violet and Isadora were hounding Duncan about how he should ask Klaus out or at least make his feelings apparent. Duncan tried to explain to him about the cons to that advice but the girls weren’t having any of it. Isadora just kept repeating herself about how if Duncan won’t do it, then she’s going to have to play matchmaker. Violet agreeing with her each and every time.

In a desperate attempt to change the subject from him, Duncan turned to Violet. “So, Isadora’s a poet...wouldn’t you know it and I’m a journalist. What do you do?”

“Huh?” Violet asked.

“Oooh,” Isadora said, her eyes lighting up. “What’s your special interest?”

Violet blushed. “I...I invent things?” she said nervously. “I know..it’s not a typical girl thing…” she began.

“Are you kidding me?” Isadora interrupted. “It sounds cool as fuck! ”

“Yeah, who cares if it isn’t girly,” Duncan agreed. “Can you show us how it works?”

“Oh my God, yes!” Isadora agreed.

Violet blushed again. “Ummm...well...you see I have this routine where when I need to concentrate I tied my hair up in one of my many ribbons,” she said as she put her backpack in her lap. “And then I just use discarded material and conjure up things. Like when we first entered the cafeteria, for example, I was thinking about what I could invent to help the lunch ladies and cafeteria workers with handling such big proportions of food.”

Duncan and Isadora listened attentively as Violet spoke. “Unfortunately, I haven’t figured anything out yet. But... I do have an invention that I made when…” she stopped. She took a deep breath. “Well...I don’t like talking about why I made this specific invention…” she said as she looked around for teachers or to see if anyone else was paying attention to the three friends. She unzipped her backpack and lifted her make-shift grappling hook that she made from curtains and a broken umbrella. “This is my latest work...it’s a…”

“Grappling hook!” Isadora squealed.

“Shhhh,” Violet said. “The administration could consider this a weapon and I can’t afford to get kicked out of this place,”

“Sorry. But that shit is so cool!” Isadora said as Duncan nodded.

“Does it work?” he asked.

Violet frowned. “It worked...the results are a mixed bag though,” she said as something in her backpack caught her eye. A photograph. The photograph she had taken from her home as it was burning down. The photograph was one of many photographs that her father had pinned to his investigation board. What he was investigating? She wasn’t sure. But as she stared coldly at the picture she was beginning to think that soon she would find out.

“You okay?” Isadora asked, noticing Violet’s newly found quiet demeanor as she continued to stare into her backpack.

Violet glanced up quickly. “Yes,” she said. “I...I think I need to lay down. Can you show me to the Orphan Shack?” she asked.

The two triplets quickly finished their lunch as Violet sat there thinking about how she was going to go about this. If she was correct in one of her many theories, VFD was going to have her father kidnap the two children in the photograph. But she didn’t want to think of her father in such a negative light, seeing that she was unable to see him again. But she was sure about one thing, Klaus and Sunny would have been two of the last people to see her father if her assumptions were correct. She didn’t know when she’d see them again but she knew the next time she did see them, she was going to ask questions.

Duncan and Isadora took Violet to the Orphan Shack. They would’ve stayed and helped her settle in but they had to get to their classes. The two triplets bid her goodbye and good luck. She studied the small shack, frowning. It was tinier than she expected, although she didn’t expect much. Well, at least it’s only mine. She thought as she heard a noise coming from inside the shack.

“Sunny, no!” a voice yelled. “Goddammit,”

Violet could hear a high-pitched giggle as a higher voice yelled. “Bite!”

What the fuck? She asked herself as she pushed open the door to the shack. Klaus, who was standing on top of a hay bale looked to her confused as Sunny was chasing crabs all around the shack laughing and giggling. Both turned to her. “You!” Violet practically yelled.

Klaus and Sunny looked at one another utterly confused as Violet stomped into the shack. “Who are you?” she asked as she looked around the dismal place.

“...Klaus and Sunny?” Klaus said confused.

“Met!” Sunny chimed in which meant, “We met at lunch, remember?”

Violet looked down at Sunny and then back at Klaus. “The world is quiet here,” she stated angrily crossing her arms across her chest.

“Okay?”

Violet glared at both of them. “The world...is quiet here!”

“Well it was without all your yelling,” Klaus commented as Sunny laughed.

“Do you think this is a joke?”

“I honestly don’t know what to think…” Klaus replied confused. He jumped down from the hay bale and scooped up Sunny rather quickly. He backed away from the girl who he thought was his friend.

“Who are you?” Violet asked again glaring at them both.

“I told you. Our names are Klaus and Sunny,”

She stared at them for a few seconds. “How did you know my father?” she asked in a meek voice.

“I’m sorry...I don’t follow,”

“How did you know Lemony Snicket!?” she screamed.

Klaus and Sunny gave each other a look. “Snicket lad?” Sunny asked.

“ Don’t ever call him that!” Violet screamed causing Klaus to hold Sunny tighter.

“Look...we don’t know him,” Klaus began taking a step back from Violet.

“Then explain this !” she yelled showing them the photograph.

“Stalk?” Sunny asked, which meant, “Don’t you think you should be explaining that... kinda stalker-ish, don’t you think?” Klaus quickly translated for Sunny as he nodded his head. He tried to snatch the photograph from Violet but she moved it from him.

She looked at the two younger children and shook her head. “How did you know my father?” she asked again, her voice was a chilling, unnerving level of calm and collected which sort of scared Klaus as he backed up again.

“I’ve already told you! We didn't know him! We met him...once or maybe a couple of times. Honestly, we’re still confused about that whole thing, too,” Klaus explained.

“When did you meet him? Did he try to kidnap you?” she asked, her voice desperate for answers.

“No...actually, the opposite,” Klaus explained.

“Hero,” Sunny chimed in, this meant, “He actually saved us during our last adventure,”

Klaus looked at Sunny rolling his eyes. “I mean...I personally, wouldn’t call what we have been through ‘adventures’ but I guess to each their own,”

“Books?” she asked shrugging her shoulders.

“Books make even less sense than adventures. Who would write our lives into books? Let alone read them? Our story must be truly depressing I can’t see anyone finding enjoyment writing or reading it. I mean wouldn’t people look away from a story so sad?” he commented.

Sunny shrugged her shoulders in response. Violet stared at them both confused for a second. She wondered how Klaus was able to completely understand Sunny even though she had only spoken one word. Must be a sibling thing. She thought.

“What do you mean by ‘hero’?” She asked.

“Inor,” Sunny replied, which meant, “Well, you’d really have to have been there but you see, Klaus was hypnotized and I, a toddler, am unable to say the word ‘inordinate’ because it’s such a big word. But your father, the Snicket lad as I know him, somehow knew what word I was trying to say and he said it. Freeing Klaus from the trance. But then Olaf recognized him, which is how we even know his name and he ran out of the lumbermill seemingly fearing for his life,” Klaus translated for Sunny as Violet nodded her head very slowly.

“Hypnotism isn’t real,” she said after a minute. “So I’m going to ask you guys again. How do you know my father?”

“Look, Sunny’s telling the truth. Hypnotism is real and it is not fun, like, at all. Never again. Thankfully the hypnotist is dead,” Klaus explained but the look on Violet’s face made him realize that she was still not having it. “Look, we don’t know your father. Just his name,”

“I don’t believe you,” she said simply. “I want answers,”

“Yeah, well join the club,” Klaus commented. “We do, too. Like why was your father apparently following us around and taking pictures of us?”

“I don’t know that hence why I am asking you!”

“Well then...I guess we are in the same boat,” Klaus said. “Now if you would kindly get out of our shack,”

“Your shack?” Violet asked. “I was told this was my shack,”

“You’re an orphan?” Klaus asked.

“No!” she yelled. “My birth mother is out there somewhere...and Mr. Poe is going to find her and…”

“Ha,” Sunny commented rolling her eyes.

“That’s not funny,” Violet stated matter of factly.

“Sunny’s not laughing at your situation…” Klaus explained. “She’s laughing at the fact that you believe Mr. Poe is going to be able to do anything. The man is incompetent as fuck,”

“ He has to find her! ” Violet shrieked. “That way I can...I can…”

“What?” Klaus asked still holding Sunny tightly to him.

“I can meet her...and ask her questions...and maybe find the man who…” she stopped, wiping her eyes.

“Look,” Klaus said noticing that Violet had begun to cry. “The whole shack thing must be a mix-up then...seeing as this is the Orphan Shack and you are not an orphan…” he said awkwardly.

Violet sat down on one of the hay bales, putting her face into her hands and sobbing. Klaus and Sunny looked at one another awkwardly. They had no idea how to respond to the crying girl in their new home. On one hand, Klaus and Sunny had thought they and this girl were friends seeing that she had defended them from Carmelita and she didn’t even know them but now here she was, barging into their new home, yelling at them about her father, and even possessing a photograph of them. They didn’t know what to think about her anymore.

Violet sat there for several minutes, crying. Not caring that the crabs were trying to pinch her legs. Klaus put Sunny back on the ground, allowing her to keep the crabs away from Violet as the girl sobbed. Violet looked up and both Baudelaires could tell she was deeply hurt. She didn’t look strong and tough as she did in the cafeteria or when she had barged into the Orphan Shack. She looked defeated and tired. Both Baudelaires knew and understood that feeling all too well.

“Are...you okay?” Klaus asked in a meek, awkward voice. While Sunny gave him a ‘really?’ look.

Violet shook her head. “No,” she sighed, “I don’t know what I was thinking. I saw your photograph after you left and thought ‘maybe...maybe the next time I see them I can uncover every secret surrounding my father’ but here I am...in a shack, full of crabs and…” she glances up. “Mold?”

“Fungus, but you’re close,” Klaus corrected.

“And fungus...and nothing. You guys know nothing about him or VFD...you’re just two children…” Violet muttered. “And I have no idea why he had an investigation board for you,”

Klaus gave a worried glance but didn’t say anything pertaining to Violet’s father. At this point in time, all he could say would be slight insults. He did want to know why her father had an investigation board and pictures of him and his baby sister, but every single way that Klaus can think of wording any question pertaining to this...it didn’t seem appropriate seeing that Violet was crying.

“You said Mr. Poe was looking for your mother,” Klaus began trying to change the subject away from her father to something he believed would be a brighter, happier topic.

“Yeah...so?” she asked confused.

“Well, did you guys get separated?” he asked.

“You can say that,” Violet muttered. “Honestly, I don’t know how it went down...I was probably younger than Sunny,”

“Oh,” Klaus said. He couldn’t imagine never knowing his mother. He could barely deal with the fact that she was gone forever, dead, alongside his father.

Violet sighed. “Yeah...it was just me and my dad...for a while. Then he started acting strange a couple of months ago…he told me he was looking for her...but it seems to me he was following you guys around. Are you sure you don’t know anything about him?” she asked again, Klaus and Sunny could tell she was desperate with how her eyes stared back at them. Like a lost little puppy who had been stuck in the rain. “Like...I hate to sound rude...but I just want to know why you two were so goddamn important to him that he came out of hiding and risked his life...I want to know why he was murdered,”

Klaus and Sunny looked at one another. “Olaf?” Sunny stated, which meant, “Well, I don’t know why but Olaf was not happy to see him,”

Klaus translated for his sister. “Who’s Olaf?” Violet asked.

“Bastard,” Sunny commented baring her teeth.

“He...he’s a bad man,” Klaus oversimplified. “He’s been following us around as well, but doing the opposite of what your father was doing. He has been trying to kidnap and or kill us ever since our parents died in a fire,”

The word ‘fire’ made Violet’s head shoot up. “Wait...fire?” she said. “Your parents died in a fire?”

“Yeah,” Sunny said sadly.

“Why?”

“The Quagmires...they said their parents died in a fire…” Violet muttered more to herself. “And your parents died in a fire,”

“Again, I’m not quite following,” Klaus explained.

“My father died...in a fire, too,” she said.

“Oh,” Sunny commented.

“We’re very sorry for your loss,” Klaus said. “Even if he seemed to be stalking us...he seemed like a good man helping us escape Olaf…”

Violet nodded. “Well, at least he wasn’t trying to kidnap you,”

“Why would you think your father was going to kidnap us?”

Violet opened her mouth to explain but closed it. Would telling them about VFD put them in danger? Or were they already in danger from VFD seeing that her father had been following them and Jacquelyn said he had recently rejoined? She sighed as she told Klaus what her father had told her during their big argument. “It’s...better if you didn’t know,” she whispered, feeling like a hypocrite.

“I’d argue that it’s better if we did know,” Klaus replied as Sunny nodded.

“Sorry, I don’t even understand it,”

Violet fumbled with her locket, opening it. Smiling down at the picture that was inside.

“What’s that?” Klaus asked.

“Oh,” she gave a small chuckle. “It’s a locket my father had given to me when I was a little girl. It has a picture of my birth mother,”

“Your father seems like a good man,” Klaus commented. Violet nodded.

“He was,” she said.

“See?” Sunny asked pointing at the locket.

“She wants to know if she can see the picture of your mother,” Klaus explained when Violet just stared at Sunny.

“I mean...you can,” Violet said confused. She slowly took off her locket but before handing it to Sunny, she stared at it and gave a small smile. “You know my father said I look more like her...the only thing I got from my father are my eyes,”

Violet handed the locket to Sunny, who stared at it with an alarmed but confused face. “Isn’t she beautiful?” Violet said not really paying attention to Sunny’s facial expression.

“Klaus…” Sunny said confused. Klaus turned to his sister noticing the expression that appeared on her face. She motioned for him to come take a look at the picture that was in Violet’s locket. When Klaus saw the picture, his eyes widened and he looked at Violet confused.

“What?” Violet asked finally noticing their expressions.

“Mama,” Sunny says sadly as she hugged the locket tightly.

Violet looked confused as to why Sunny is hugging her locket. “Yes...that’s my birth mother,” she said confused glancing at Klaus’ expression which Violet would describe as the expression she’d believe that he would make if he had seen a ghost.

“No…,” Klaus said gently taking the locket from Sunny and staring at it wishing that the woman in the photo could step out of the picture and scoop him and Sunny into her arms and tell them that this all was a big misunderstanding. Tears were forming in his eyes. He looked down to Sunny, who looked up at him, her eyes had tears forming in them. He looked back at the locket and then at Violet. “What Sunny means is…” he began still not understanding. He stared from the picture inside the locket and then at Violet. She was right, she looked just like the woman in the photo but that’s what had Klaus confused. How? He asked himself as he closed the locket, holding it tightly in the palm of his hands. “What Sunny means is...that’s a photo of our mother,” he says finally.

Violet looked at the two of them, who were now silently crying. Klaus handed her back the locket and picked up his little sister holding her close. “You guys aren’t funny,” she said staring at them waiting for them to start laughing but they simply wiped tears from their eyes. “You guys...aren’t joking are you?” she asked as Klaus shook his head.

“Wait…” she says smiling. “If...if that’s your mother that means, she’ll find me…and...oh,” her smile began to fade. “You two are orphans…” Sunny nodded. “Which...means...she’s...dead,” Klaus nodded. Violet took a deep breath and began to break down again.

“She’s...dead,” she repeated. “I never got to meet her or...anything,” Violet began to cry harder. “And my father knew...he had to have...that’s why...he must have been trying to...he…”

Klaus stood there awkwardly holding Sunny, who nudged him to talk to Violet, to try and calm her down.

“Sunny, I am not really good at interacting with people,”

“Obvi,” she whispered back, which meant, “Obviously,”

“What do you want me to do?” he whispered back as they both watched as Violet continued to sob.

“Down,” she commented. Klaus nodded his head and set his baby sister on the ground. Sunny immediately began to roar and scare the crabs away from Violet’s feet as she reached Violet’s legs. She set a comforting hand on her knee. Violet, who had set her face into her arms to cry, looked up and gave Sunny a small smile.

Klaus, on the other hand, just stood there in complete and utter shock and silence. He was trying to figure out how this was possible. Was she telling the truth? She does have a picture of Sunny and me, who says she couldn’t be pretending? He thought but when he looked at Violet again he realized that this was crazy for him to think because no one could fake these tears. He sat down next to her, she looked up at him. But they both didn’t say anything at all. Violet wiped tears from her eyes looking down at both Klaus and Sunny.

“What does this mean?” she asked.

“Well...if the woman in your locket is your birth mother…” Klaus began but he was unable to finish the sentence. He stared at Violet confused.

Sunny looked at Violet giving her a big smile. “Sis,” she said pointing at Violet.

Violet looked at Sunny confused but then smiled. “You’re right,” she whispered in disbelief. “We’re...sisters…” she said to Sunny, who only smiled at her even wider. This made Violet’s heart flutter and her mind wind back up. “Wait…” she said peering closer to Sunny’s mouth. “You have piranha teeth!” she exclaimed.

In a monotone, Klaus replied, “She’s harmless,” He didn’t even turn towards his sisters. He just stood there, in the middle of the shack, his brain working at 1000 miles per hour trying to make sense of this.

Violet knelt down in front of Sunny, she turned to Klaus. “Harmless? She has piranha teeth! That’s so fucking cool! I would hate to be bitten by you!” she said to Sunny. She turned to Sunny. “Can I see them a bit better?” Sunny nodded at her, opening her mouth wider, allowing Violet to see her greatest weapon.

“That’s soooooooo cool!” She shrieked. Violet was honestly amazed by Sunny’s four very sharp teeth.

“Pan,” Sunny said smiling when Violet was done examining them. Violet looked to Klaus for a translation but he just stood there, barely focused on the two girls. “Pan!” she repeated. Klaus turned to Sunny confused. “Pan!” she said again, which meant, “I sword fought a woman with my teeth and won !”

Klaus, who was still not entirely there mentally, just stared at Sunny confused. Klaus couldn’t quite follow what his little sister was saying seeing as he was dazed and hypnotized. Sunny sighed and then said “Hook?” Klaus immediately understood her references. Klaus looked to Violet, using the same monotone as before he explained, “I believe she’s explaining the time she sword fought a woman with her teeth and apparently won? I believe she’s referring to Peter Pan and Captain Hook.” Klaus said with a small shrug of his shoulders. Sunny stared at her brother with a worried expression. It was odd. He wasn’t smiling. He usually smiled when she referenced his favorite Disney movie.

“Okay?” she asked her brother but he didn’t answer, he went back to being quiet and trying to figure out what this meant.

“Wait. Wait. Wait...she used her teeth to sword fight a grown woman?” Violet asked not noticing Klaus’ posture or tone of voice. “My baby sister is soooooo cool! Can you breathe fire, too?” she asked.

Sunny looked at her and laughed. “Spyro?” She questioned which meant, “like a dragon?” Violet nodded not needing any explanation to that reference which was good because Klaus was no longer in a state of mind to translate for Sunny.

Sunny pondered it for a moment and then answered Violet’s question with a simple shake of her head. Violet was still smiling. “You’re still super cool!” she squealed.

Sunny took a bow as Violet clapped her hands. Violet turned to Klaus, who stood there motionless. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked worriedly.

Klaus barely shook his head in response. “How old are you?” he asked with no emotion in his voice.

“Fourteen. Why?” she replied.

“That makes you...older than me,” he said. His voice was robotic without any emotion.

“I have a baby brother and sister,” Violet said in happy shock. She didn’t know how to feel entirely. But she couldn’t help but feel a little bit happy. Sure, she was never going to meet her birth mother and knowing that did kill her on the inside but...part of her believes that this was...better...in a way.

“You’re…” He began. The look on his face worried both Violet and Sunny, who carefully watched him as he began to pace around the tiny shack. Trying to figure this out. Violet looked down at Sunny and the two half-sisters shared a look of confusion and a simple shrug of the shoulders. “If you’re fourteen and I’m twelve...that makes you my older half-sister,” he muttered to himself. “You’re…I…I don’t…But that means Mom…”

Violet stood up. Klaus ran his hands through his hair. “That means…” he repeated. “But...Mom...never…”

“Is he okay?” Violet asked Sunny.

Sunny watched as Klaus was wrapping his arms around himself. She didn’t understand what he was doing or what was about to happen.

“This...this...you are…” Klaus whispered looking at Violet. “You’re...my big sister?” he said finally, after staring at Violet for about ten seconds.

Violet slowly nodded her head not knowing if he was happy or saddened by this fact.

Klaus slowly nodded his head in response before erupting in sobs. He fell forward grabbing onto the side of Violet’s left leg as he began to cry, wrapping his arms around her legs tightly. Violet tensed up at the sudden touch but eventually eased up. She looked down at her younger brother, who was sobbing uncontrollably. She looked at Sunny, who was watching Klaus closely, unsure of whether or not to run to him and hug him.

“Klaus…” Violet said in a calm, soft voice.

Klaus still holding her tightly, looked up at her. Violet’s heart nearly shattered seeing her brother’s tear-stained face. His wet, lifeless eyes staring back at her. He didn’t say anything just continued to hug her legs.

“Who…” Violet began as Klaus’ sobs startled her. She placed a comforting hand on top of his head. She didn’t know exactly what to do or to say. She didn’t know what was making him cry. Was he sad that she was his sister? Was he crying because he missed his parents and gaining a family member reminded him of the ones he lost? “Why…”

“Klaus…” Sunny said quietly.

“Sunny!” Klaus sobbed, startling both his sisters. “We...have an...older sister…like can you...believe. Mom...and the...Snicket lad...had a...baby,” he sobbed. “We’re...saved….she’s...she’s going to....save us,”

“ Save you?” Violet asked. “Did I hear you correctly? What do you mean save you?”

“He’s...a bad...bad man,” Klaus sobbed. “He’s going...to kill...Sunny and I…”

“Who?” Violet asked looking down at Klaus. “Sunny, what’s he talking about?”

“Olaf,” Sunny answered.

“The fucker you said was not happy when he saw my father?” Violet asked as she felt Klaus nod into her legs. “What has he done to you?” she asked worriedly.

Klaus gripped her legs tighter. “He’s...h-hurt us and h-hunted us,” Klaus cried as he began to shake.

Sunny nodded her head as Violet’s face began to turn dark with anger. “Vulneratis,” Sunny stated to Violet, which meant, “Klaus is very traumatized. I have a feeling Olaf did something,”

Klaus stopped sobbing to glare at Sunny. “I’m not...t-traumatized,” Klaus hiccupped.

“Traumatized?” Violet asked worriedly. “What did he do to you?”

Klaus shook his head. “N-nothing,” he lied not looking up at Violet. He was slowly removing his arms from around Violet’s legs.

“You’re lying,” Violet said. “What did he do to you?”

Klaus just shook his head.

“How can I save you if I don’t know what to do…” Violet replied helping him stand up. Once he was standing, she pulled him into a hug. Klaus tensed up from the shock of the embrace, but slowly, he stopped shaking and his breathing and sobs calmed entirely. He began to hiccup, but he held onto his older half-sister, feeling a weird but inviting sense of safety and security. Sunny, after a few seconds began to feel a little left out, ran towards her sibling’s legs, putting her arms around them. Violet and Klaus both looked down as Violet knelt down to pick Sunny up. She held Sunny and Klaus as close to her as she could. Klaus and Sunny both relaxed within Violet’s embrace. Violet set her chin atop of Sunny’s head. “I’m here…” she whispered. “Big sister’s here…no need to be afraid anymore,” Violet felt tears appearing in her arms.

She didn’t know these two at all. The only thing she knew about them other than their names was the fact that they share a mother. She didn’t know what they were like. She didn’t know a thing about how they reacted when they were mad or what could calm them down when they are scared or sad. She didn’t know what Klaus’ interests were or how to even fully communicate with Sunny. But as she held them close, she felt something...a connection. She couldn’t fully explain it but it feels like something has been missing her entire life. She couldn’t say for sure but she was starting to believe that maybe the empty feeling she had been feeling since she was a little girl wasn’t the fact that she didn’t know her birth mother...or maybe it was but only partially. She felt now that maybe it was them...was this what she was born to do? Be an older sister? As she held her two younger siblings close, she knew one thing for sure...they were hers. They were her own and Snickets take care of their own. She didn’t know who this Olaf fucker was and what vendetta he had against her siblings but she didn’t care. Her siblings could have wronged him in the worst ways and she’d still be on their side defending them. As she held them close to her, she looked up at the sky shamefully. “I understand now…” she whispered looking up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry for everything that I said, Mr. Lemons,” she could feel her eyes producing tears but she didn’t care. She felt like utter shit in this moment. She thought of her father and realized exactly what he had done. He had sacrificed his life for her younger siblings and she repaid him by screaming at him, accusing him of heinous crimes, and telling him that she hated him. Now she has lost him. He was forever gone and her birth mother...is forever lost and gone as well. Violet will never know what it felt like to be held by Beatrice as she read her a bedtime story as Klaus and Sunny knew. She would never know the poem that Bertrand, her second father, would have recited to her as he did with Klaus but more so recently Sunny. She will never know how it felt to have two parents caring for you at once.

She rubbed Klaus’ back comfortingly as he continued to hiccup from his recent breakdown as she watched Sunny fighting to stay awake. Both Klaus and Sunny felt safe and warm in her arms. Neither understood it entirely, but at this moment in time, neither Baudelaire cared. “Shhhh,” Violet whispered to Klaus as she listened for his breathing to normalize. “Everything is going to be okay…Snickets take care of their own,”

Klaus slowly nodded, breaking the hug. He wiped his eyes behind his glasses. “I don’t...understand,”

Violet nodded her head in agreement. “I think I understand my father now,” she whispered. Klaus looked at her. “It...makes sense now,” she slowly sat down on a hay bale, still holding Sunny. “He came out of hiding...for you. He must have seen that you were in trouble...he was saving you...because of your connection to me,”

Klaus frowned. “Oh…that means...we got him killed,”

“No...no...whoever this Olaf fucker is... he’s at fault,” Violet said standing up, placing Sunny on the ground. Sunny was the first to notice the crabs coming out since Klaus had stopped crying and nothing was startling them. Violet grabbed her ribbon and began to tie her hair up, closing her eyes concentrating. “I think I have an idea of how to make this place a little better,” she said after a minute or so. “Sunny, can you do me a favor and use teeth to bite into this bucket?”

Sunny nodded as Violet walked over to grab the bucket. “While Sunny’s doing that...how about you start telling me about this Olaf person,” she said to Klaus.

Klaus took a deep breath as Sunny glared. Klaus began to describe Olaf to Violet, starting from his unibrow all the way down to his tattooed ankle. Violet listened attentively as Klaus spoke about Olaf. Her demeanor changed as Klaus described the vile man who had been plaguing their lives since the death of their shared mother and Klaus and Sunny’s father.

“Wait…” She interrupted as she closed her eyes trying her best to concentrate on a dark memory that’s been haunting her mind. “Does he have a wheezy voice?” she asked.

“Yep,” Sunny chimed in as she bit into the metal bucket that Violet had handed to her.

“...and you said he has a tattoo on his ankle?” She asked as Klaus nodded his head.

“Yeah. He has a tattoo of an eye on his left ankle,” Klaus explained.

“It’s not an eye...per se,” Violet whispered.

Klaus’ eyes went wide. “Wait! Have you seen him…? I-Is he here?” Klaus asked in a meek voice, slightly shaking.

Violet looked at her younger brother with concern. “No...he’s...he’s not here,” she informed him, watching as Klaus began to relax. “I’m just...making sure I have a good description of him…”

“Why?” Sunny asked as she handed the bucket back to Violet, who smiled down at her.

“Thanks, Sunshine,” she said as she examined the bucket. “Oh, because if he shows his face, I am going to break his face,”

Klaus’ eyes went wide with fear. “No. No, you will not. If you see him, you, Duncan, and Isadora are to pretend that you don’t know us,”

“Ummm, that’s not happening, my plucky baby brother,” Violet said smiling. She was loving the fact that she had a younger brother and sister.

“First off, I’m not a baby...nor am I plucky,”

“Baby,” Sunny said pointing at Klaus giggling.

Klaus rolled his eyes. “Lovely...she’s already siding with you,” he says to Violet as both Violet and Sunny smirk.

“That’s because, dear brother, I am always right and Sunny knows it,” She says smiling down at Sunny. Sunny responded by placing her hands together to form a heart and blowing a kiss Violet’s way. “Yep...I’m definitely kicking this Olaf’s ass for hurting you,”

“ No...no you’re not! ” Klaus informed her standing up and grabbing Violet by the shoulders. “Promise me... promise me... If Olaf shows up...you’ll forget all about Sunny and me,”

Violet shook her head furiously. “No way. Look, I get that it’s weird for you to have someone to protect you but you can stand down little soldier. Big sister is here. I will protect you. ”

“Violet...please...you don’t understand!” Klaus warned. Violet frowned when she noticed his fearful expression. It made her blood boil that someone was able to cause her brother this much fear and panic.

She shook her head again and put a comforting hand on Klaus’ shoulder. “Snickets take care of their own,” she said simply. “Besides...this is personal,”

Klaus and Sunny looked at one another. “Wha?” Sunny asked looking up at Violet.

“How is this personal?” Klaus asked.

Violet bit her lip, realizing she had said too much. But instantly she responded, “no one messed with my family and gets away with it,”

Klaus frowned as Sunny clapped. He didn’t understand how he had an older sister, although it would be an understatement to say he was relieved. He had someone else who had to share the responsibility for Sunny. Someone who would have his back. He was somehow the middle child. After all this time thinking that he was an only child and then the eldest child once Sunny was born, completely and utterly confuses him. How could his mother have another child that he didn’t know about? His mother and father never mentioned an older sister before. Although now when Klaus thought about it, Beatrice and Bertrand never truly referred to him as their eldest or when Sunny wasn’t born, they never referred to him as their ‘only’. He remembered being referred to as their son or even only son. But rarely was he ever referred to as their only child. The only times he could remember being referred to as the eldest was when he was asked to make that promise about keeping Sunny safe. But other than that...he couldn’t remember them ever calling him their eldest. Did they regret losing her? Why didn’t they tell him? Did Violet’s dad take her from his parents? Did their mother abandon her? So many questions fluttered through his mind as he watched Violet shake her head at him. As Violet continued to insist on protecting him and Sunny, the only important question on Klaus’ mind was What would Olaf do to Violet once he found out about a third Baudelaire?

Violet looked from the defeated eyes of her brother to the hopeful eyes of her sister. Violet meant every word she spoke. Olaf would pay for what he’s done to her family. He will pay for every family member that he’s harmed. Ready or not, Olaf, here I come. The newest player of this game you’ve been playing and unlike these two...I show no mercy.

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amydancepants-peralta · 5 years

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1, 9, 16 or 38 for the "50 cliché tropes and prompts" they're all so good and I just know you'd come up with something perfect for every one of these prompts but maybe one of these strike some inspiration for you to write. Have a great day! (:

Hi there, anon! 👋 Turns out I really wanted to do prompt number 1 as well as the other one I answered, so here we are! 🙈 Slightly deviated from the wording, but I think it still fits!

Cliche prompt 1: There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close.

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baby did a bad, bad thing

The sound of Amy’s footsteps echo across the pavement as she rushes along the sidewalk, pausing to take stock of her location before breaking out into a run. On her shoulder, the police issue radio crackles with information, the familiar voice of her fellow officers tickling her ear as they called out key info. Quickly, she activates the speaker on her end, confirming that she was on pursuit. She feels a rush of adrenaline coarse through her as she rounds another corner, pulling away from the main street to focus on the lesser known back area, knowing that the other men have the latter covered.

This was one of her more favourite parts of the job. When all pretence falls away, and everyone simply bands together to catch the bad guy. Yes, there was always somebody who got to claim the collar, and if there was a cool story about a heroic dive thrown into the mix, all the better, but at the end of the day it was the unified understanding that the good guys always win that made Amy love her job all the more.

And then she sees something up ahead - a flash of plaid that makes her brows knit. Jake?

It couldn’t possibly be him. Jake, her husband, was stuck in Detroit tying up a bunch of loose ends left over from a case that had been transferred from the Nine-Nine. Originally in Chicago for a Detective Conference (or Detect-A-Con, as he liked to put it), he’d been pulled from his last day off and sent straight to Detroit. Turning his four day trip into a three week nightmare, when the suspect they’d all assumed dead turned out to be very alive, and very much into continuing his streak of criminal activity in the ghost city. His insider knowledge of the case had proved to be invaluable, and while Amy was incredibly proud of how hard her husband was working to solve the case, there was a larger - slightly more selfish - part of her that just wanted him to come home.

She missed him, so much it hurt, and that has to be the reason why she thinks she sees him running in front of her. He was coming home tonight - she’d already planned out her trip to the airport down to the minute. There was no way that he was chasing after the same perp right now.

And then his voice cuts through on the two-way, and Amy can feel her heart leap into her throat. He’s here. Maybe she got the schedule mixed up, or maybe there is no logical reason, because all she can think of now is he’s here and she can feel her pace increasing, desperate to reach him in case this was all a mirage.

He turns down an alley, and she shakes her head as she runs, confused because all the intel over the radio was telling them that the perp was heading in a completely different direction - and she knows that she should trust his instinct but he’s going the wrong way, and the perp is definitely heading north and against all of her better judgement she finds herself turning west, following Jake down the passageway.

There’s a dead-end, she can see it within seconds of turning in, and she slows her steps down to avoid hitting the brick, turning into a fast paced stride when she sees a familiar set of shoulders slump. He’s facing the wall, hands on his hips as he catches his breath, but it’s him, it’s absolutely him, and as she calls out his name he turns, hearing her steps before her voice. His smile is blinding, and it’s her favourite thing in the world to see, and then his arms are around her and everything else just fades away.

“You’re here!” she whispers into his neck, punctuating it with a kiss.

“I’m here, babe. They let me get out early.”

She pulls back, running her eyes over his face until he pulls her in for a kiss, a real kiss, the kind she’s been needing for three damn weeks, and she can feel herself melting in his arms. The radio on her shoulder crackles again, startling them apart, and they stand in silence as they listen to the chatter. The perp had been caught, a good eight or nine blocks from where they were, and all units have been ordered to stand down. Jake turns his attention back to her, hand running up and down her back the way he always does when they’re reunited, and it’s simple but it makes her so happy.

“Sounds like they got him,” he mumbles against her lips before pressing against them, this kiss a little more chaste.

“Mmm.” She was less interested in talking, but then an important detail springs to mind. “Where were you going, anyway? This was almost the exact opposite of where the perp was running.”

“Well I wouldn’t say exact - okay, fine.” Jake concedes with a sigh at the look on Amy’s face. “I got disoriented. I’d only slept a little on the plane, and I’d started to drive to work to surprise you when I heard the chase over the radio, and I was nearby so of course I joined in. I took this alley because I thought it would be a shortcut, only now I realise that it’s actually on the other side, and about three blocks that way.”

Amy smiles up at him, and he continues. “Wait, why are you here? Did you follow me into an alley?”

“I’d follow you anywhere, babe.”

He answers with another soft kiss, arms tightening slightly around her. “Good answer, Ames. Totally takes away the creepy following-you-into-an-abandoned-alley vibe we were building there.”

She laughs, tugging on his neck until his lips are against hers again, and this time there is no break for talking. His arms tighten again as he moves her gently, not stopping until she feel the brick wall behind her, and his hands move to hair as he deepens the kiss. She should stop him, tell him to slow it down - she was still on duty, after all - but the perp had been caught and it had been the only thing on an otherwise slow afternoon and maybe they deserved a little time to themselves.

His kiss grows hotter, his hands roaming across her back now and the memory of their phone call just two nights ago rings in her ears. The heaviness of his breath as he told her everything he wished he could do to her. Describing, in minute detail, how he would move his tongue against her flesh. Guiding her through her orgasm, desire obvious in his voice as she panted down the phone line, never so desperate to bridge the gap between them - knowing that they would be together in a few short days but still feeling like it was too long to wait.

He was here now - here, in her arms, real and tangible and everything she’d been craving for the last three weeks. They’d spent longer apart, sure, and any average couple could definitely survive such a short lapse of time. But she and Jake weren’t your average couple, and both knew all too well how much distance can eat away at you.

She can feel the wetness beginning to pool into her underwear, and she adjusts her position until she finds the friction she needs against the crotch of his jeans, the stiffness of the fabric (and what lay beneath) providing enough stimulation to keep her going. His hands move to her front, brushing against her chest and stomach before heading south, and when he touches her through the material she almost comes on the spot. She knew she had missed this - turns out she’d had no idea how much.

And Amy knows that this is a Very Bad Idea. She knows that it is completely against the rules. But this is her husband, damn it, and she’s missed him so very much, and she can feel him hard against her thigh, and this is definitely happening.

The reasoning that they are deep at the back of this alley, that there is an abandoned car obstructing the street from the view of them, the fact that dusk had begun to fall across the sky … all of these thoughts ran through Amy’s mind as she tightens her arms around Jake’s neck, sighing into his mouth as the sound of the zipper on her pants descending bounces off the surrounding brick. Then she feels the cold air and the recognisable feeling of Jake’s bare legs against hers and he’s lifting - lifting her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and this is definitely happening.

He slides into her with ease, releasing a sigh as they begin to move together, the feeling already so familiar but still so precious. His smile is warm, softly moaned versions of her name falling from his lips as he cups her neck in his palm, bridging the gap with another heated kiss as they fall into a rhythm.

Amy can feel the brick scraping through her uniformed blouse, the rough edges of the mortar catching against the fabric, and she knows there will be a few marks left on her back after this, but she doesn’t care. It didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered, right now, except for the feeling of Jake inside her, and oh how she’d missed this. She releases a moan with every push of his hips against hers, and when she moves her hands into his hair to tug gently, his teeth sink softly into her lower lip. She responds with a heavy sigh, tipping her head back to call out his name.

He holds her steady for a moment, thrusts ceasing as he pins her to the wall with his pelvis, left hand gripping her butt as his right reaches for his tie. He rests his index finger against his mouth, miming the universal sign for shhhh before moving the same finger to trace along the edge of her face. He offers her the end of the garment, pressing against her lips until she bites, knowing that she needs to be quiet and that without something in or against her mouth, quiet was definitely not going to be possible.

(She was rarely quiet when they were together, and she knew how much he loved that.)

It was one that she had bought him, not long after they’d started dating, a knitted navy blue that matched perfectly with one of her favourite blouses. It made her smile whenever he wore it, and she never would have predicted a day would come when she needed to grip it between her teeth to keep her moans from becoming too loud while they fucked in an alley downtown.

(They had used his ties for *ahem* other activities, of course. But in those instances they both preferred the smooth material of his silk options. Much more gentle on the wrists.)

He smiles at her when she bares her teeth down on the fabric, eyes careful to check that she’s okay before leaving a sloppy kiss to the side of her mouth. Moving his hand back to rest behind her head, sheltering her scalp from the brick, he reverts back to the smooth thrusts he had been giving her only moments ago.

Her legs tighten around his waist. They were going to have to be quick. The risk of getting caught, while enticing, was very real and there would be no going back if it happened. And so Jake’s pace accelerates, face tucking into the side of her neck as he fucks her with a renewed vigour, the sensation of his cock pounding into her causing Amy to thrust her tongue against the fabric of the tie, teeth protesting as they gnash against the thread. She shifts her hips slightly, tipping herself up a fraction of an inch - all she can afford in this position, but all she needs because now Jake is rubbing against her clit with every single thrust, and her hand clenches into his hair as her body begins to react.

His hot kisses run along her neck, reaching up to her jawline before surrounding her cheek as Jake’s thrusts turn erratic. He reaches for the tie in her mouth, gripping the exterior with his teeth and pulling it away, replacing the block with his lips, tongue thrusting against hers in a mirror to his actions below. She moans into his mouth, relieved to feel his kiss again, hand running down the side of his face to cup his cheek slightly as their tongues duel for dominance.

She’s close, she can feel it, and she can tell by his thrusts that he’s not far away either. They pull away from the kiss, both gasping for breath as the sensations begin to take over and her fingernails dig into his shoulder. A low moan starts at the base of his chest, the fingers on his left hand squeezing her ass as his movements turn harder, hitting that certain spot every single time and her toes are curling and this is it.

And he needs to muffle the sound for her but he doesn’t have any free hands so she cries out his name, the sound streaking out through the empty passage, falling into the hopefully empty street as his pushes one last forceful thrust into her and stills, heading falling against her shirt collar as he moans her name into her neck. His breath is hot against her skin, the pooling sweat causing her uniform to stick to her skin and together they breathe, a messy jumble of shaking limbs pinned to this random brick wall.

All Amy can hear is her heart pounding in her ears, and when Jake lifts his head to kiss her she can barely keep up, her breath still coming in short bursts as her body struggles to catch up. She smiles at him, blushing as the reality of what they had just done begins to hit her, and his sheepish grin turns her smile into a laughter, and she swears that she can hear another voice but maybe she’s still coming down from the high … but there it is again.

“Amy.”

Oh god. She’s done for.

“Ames … Amy …. Babe, wake up.”

Her eyelids feel heavy as Amy blinks herself awake, an indignant moan escaping her throat as she tries to bury her head further into her pillow.

From above her, she hears a familiar chuckle. “C’mon, Ames.”

Jake. She raises her head, suddenly wide awake, face splitting into a giant grin as she takes in the sight of her husband sitting on the edge of their bed, one hand resting comfortably against her leg. “You’re home!”

He nods, leaning down to meet her outstretched arms, allowing himself to be pulled in for a gentle kiss. “I am. I took an earlier flight so I could surprise you.”

“It worked!”

He laughs again, eyes bright with humour and love and everything Jake, and oh how she’s missed seeing those eyes in real time, instead of staring at a dumb photo. Which isn’t fair, really, because there are a lot of photos of them together throughout their apartment (and on their phones, if she’s being honest) and NONE of them are dumb, but there’s no way that they could be considered a decent substitute for the real thing.

Another kiss, lingering this time as the reality sets in that her love was finally home. He’s the first to pull away, tip of his nose sliding against the bridge of hers as he looks her over before speaking. “Looked as though you were having a pretty intense dream when I walked in.”

Amy feels her face heat up as the memory of what was now obviously a dream washed over her. Pulling her lower lip against her teeth, she looks up at her husband and shrugs. “It was a pretty great dream. But I have a feeling that the reality will be even better.”

“Why don’t you tell me about it?”

She glances at the clock on her nightstand, noticing that there was still a good hour before she needed to get up for work. “How about I just show you, instead?”

He responds with another kiss, hands wrapping around her waist as he shifts his body further onto the bed. “10-4, Sergeant.”

Oh yeah. This reality was going to be way better than any dream.

#my fic #cliche post prompts #b99 fanfic #peraltiago #peraltiago smut #returning to my roots it seems #hope you enjoy #ok this sucks i get it

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cosmicmoved · 5 years

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HELLO AND WELCOME TO A LIST OF FACTS ABOUT TOMO, some useless and some not so useless!! It’s a toss-up, really. Apologies in advance for the length but I didn’t feel like smacking this one under a Read More ): Some of these are from the intro post I wrote for him when I made him for a closed rpg and some of these are newer things I forgot to write down beforehand. Some of this is also referenced in his bio page. I’m not really going to double-check if I’ve repeated myself anywhere so, if I have, sorry about that! But, hopefully, you can learn a little more about Tomo from this! I’m just dumping these all together like this as they’re mostly quick pieces of trivia and posting them all as individual headcanon posts would be a pretty clunky task? If you wanna know anything else about him, always feel free to ask!

Tomo does not take especially well to nicknames unless they’ve been approved by Tomo himself. If you give him a nickname out of the blue, he’ll probably address it directly and tell you he doesn’t like it. So far, approved nicknames are Tomo (of course) and KatsuTomo --- that one’s more of fan-title-nickname rather than one he actually uses but he came up with it himself, tweeting it out like ‘you guys can call me katsutomo from now on if you like ^^’ before changing all his handles to that exact name. Nice.

On the other hand, he does NOT like being called Tomohiko. The only people who call him that are his mum and grandparents. It’s not that he dislikes the name itself but he doesn’t believe it suits him and is much more comfortable with Tomo.

Tomo doesn’t really have any delusions of grandeur in regards to being famous or anything like that. He prefers to detach himself from the concept of fame, even though he can’t really do that and it’s not how it works, and that can cause problems in the long run but it mostly means he’s usually fairly down to Earth. He probably has more famous friends than otherwise but that’s just because they’re in closer proximity. Because Tomo’s a friendly person, he’d probably be willing to befriend most people so long as they’re not shitty-fuck-awful.

He’s not very good at watching himself in films. It depends on the film and he can do it. He will do it. It’s just a bit of a weird experience? But, uhhhh, let’s just say he once watched the one horror film he was in at the cinema (and didn’t like most of it bc he hates horror films) but he laughed during his own death scene. There were tears in his eyes. Real tears.

He’s scared of bugs and ghosts. (for reference, i have had him join a conversation (in an ic groupchat) by making jokes about the place everyone was staying was haunted btu it turned back on him when it became clear he actually thought ghosts were scary and then he refused to go to sleep bc he’d convinced himself he was gonna get haunted.....) For the record, he doesn’t dislike ghosts or think they’re bad/evil. He’s just easily spooked!! You could probably tell him his awful long furby was demon and, despite him realistically drawing the line at demons & absolutely telling you you’re an idiot, he’d still get a little upset if you repeated it enough times. Whereas bugs? Definitely evil.

He doesn’t like dating because…well, he likes the IDEA of it but he’s the type to really fall for someone and BASICALLY? He’s scared of being dumped! He’s a bright & appealing personality with just enough edge to balance it out but he’s a bit of an emotional screwball and he feels like getting people interested is easier than keeping them interested, leading to mixed experiences with dating so he’s...kinda...settled for sleeping around a little instead. Oh well, whatever works! (does it actually work? shhhh it’s a secret…)

Like...he’s kind of an emotional wreck. He does his best not to show it on the surface and the whole...being a good actor thing probably helps with that but, beneath the top layers of Sparkly Glam Tomo, shit’s all scrambled up. He doesn’t really know what to make of himself. Acting and having friends present are the only things, he believes, keeping him grounded and together.

I’ve basically said this before but he really likes cute shit. This isn’t really reflected in how he dresses or acts or anything like that; it’s not part of the aesthetic. He just owns a lot of expensive Hello Kitty-branded shit because...it makes him happy?

He owns a kaninchen/rabbit (smaller than miniature) dachshund called Chicken (she looks roughly like this image i snagged off of google). Chicken Katsumura. It’s a terrible pun. He’s not sorry.

His hair is currently bright red. It’s a recent change (so it’s not something he’s known for) but he wanted to make a visual statement and that was that. He likes to go for more interesting colours when he’s not filming anything because it’s the only time he really gets to. I mean, he still has dyed hair in a lot of his films but it’ll usually be brown or blonde or something else more ‘realistic’.

Tomo cares a LOT about the way he dresses and styles himself. He’ll probably complain if he has to do a promo/magazine shoot and he doesn’t like the outfit he’s been given. It doesn’t actually help him half the time and he just gets told to shut up but it’s the PRINCIPLE of it !!!!!!!!

Tomo is a competent singer. This is because, growing up, his mother made him take singing lessons in the hopes that he might follow in her idol footsteps. He was not in the least bit interested but it was fun enough for him not to complain about it (not that it would’ve helped) and, if nothing else, it helped him get the lead role in school plays. His mum is secretly happy he’s best friends with a popstar because, hey, close enough.

He’s watched his dad’s films. He doesn’t think he was a very good director, he was better at acting, and is kind of mad that he was ignored as a kid in favour of that shite. I can’t say he was a big fan of his dad in general but he can’t really say anything about it since he’s...dead. I’ve said before that he’s always at odds with his mum but he actually does care about her. He can’t stay in a room with her for too long if she starts lecturing him and has hung up on her mid-call many times but he DOES love her a lot. As guilty as he feels about it, he’s not sure he can say the same about his dad.

He hates being asked about his dad in interviews --- he’d rather not be asked about his parents too much in general but going to Japan and being asked about his mother instead was weirdly refreshing for him. He’d rather talk about his mum’s short string of innocent pop hits than a bunch of films he actively dislikes.

When it comes to food, he doesn’t have especially refined tastes. His favourite food is tuna-mayo onigiri from 7-Eleven. Maybe this why he doesn’t judge Minwoo for his pretends-to-be-a-vegetarian-so-ppl-won’t-complain-abt-his-fussy-eating scam.

#« 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 (ᴛᴏᴍᴏ) » / 「 headcanon. 」#i've definitely forgotten important things but i can't be arsed checkiiiiiiiing #so i'll just....deal with that later?#i can always write up a part two to this tbh #i've definitely got more to say abt tomo??? bc i've been working on developing him more than a month now #maybe like a month and a half???

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vintagesugg-blog · 7 years

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protectors

in which a prank goes a little further than expected, and you find out that the boys will always be there for you

Word Count: 2,500

Rating: PG

I finally got around to finishing this one, hope you guys like it! It’s a long one!

“You ready?” Joe asked, checking the mic for the last time.

“Yep!” You responded, scooting over a tiny bit so that Joe could join you on the bed.

“Alright I’m gonna do the intro, do you want to explain it?”

“Yeah that works for me!”

It wasn’t often that you and Joe filmed videos together – he had always preferred for his personal life to stay private, but after Jack had accidentally outed the two of you in a vlog a few months back, Joe had grown more open to the idea of you on his channel. Not to mention that his fans absolutely loved seeing the two of you together.

“Hello everyone, today I’m joined with my girlfriend Y/N as you can see. Now, since we’ve been dating I’ve pranked her a few times, and she’s gotten me back each time, and in doing so, she’s proven herself to be quite the prankster herself. So today, I thought we were going to put our pranking abilities to the test with some good ole prank calls.”

“So, we’ve put all our friend’s names in this hat here, and whoever we pull is who we have to call and pretend that the two of us have gotten into a fight. The rules are we have to try and get whoever it is to be on our side of the argument, and if we do, we get the point,” you explained, giving the camera a thumbs up. The hat consisted of all the buttercreams, Alfie and Zoe, since they knew the two of you best.

“Rock paper scissors for who goes first?” Joe offered. You nodded and proceeded to lose, so he pulled a piece of paper out from the hat first.

“Ohhh, I’ve got Oli. Ughhh this is gonna be so hard, he bloody loves you!” Joe groaned. You grinned at the camera, getting excited.

You both waited as he rang Oli, listening to the tone until he picked up.

Oli: Ello! Joe: Ello, alright? Oli: Yeah, you? Joe: Eh, I’ve been better. Are you busy? Oli: Nah, I’m just at mine, what’s going on? Joe: I’m in a bit of trouble… Oli: Oh bloody hell, what’ve you done? Joe: Nothing too serious, it’s about me and Y/N Oli: Go on…

Joe: Well, we got into an argument the other day, and she isn’t really talking to me. She’s full on just packed a bag and left the flat. She won’t return my texts or calls – Oli: You haven’t talked to her at all? Are you sure she’s alright? Joe: Yeah mate, she’s fine. She’s been posting snapchats with her friends, she’s fine. But she’s just completely ignoring me. Like what the hell? Oli: Well what did you do to make her so mad? Joe: I didn’t do anything! Why do you assume I did something? Oli: Because Y/N is Y/N. She doesn’t blow up like that over nothing, so obviously you’ve done something. Joe: Wow, alright cheers mate. Oli: I’ll try to talk to her and see if I can figure out what’s going on. Hang in there bud.

And with that, Oli hung up the phone.

You burst out into laughter while Joe grimaced at the camera.

“Guess who got the po-int, guess who got the po-int,” you sang, dancing a little in your seat.

“Yeah yeah alright, whatever,” Joe teased. Suddenly, he grabbed your leg, flipping you backwards onto the bed playfully, making you scream slightly. You almost fell off the side but he caught you at the last second, pulling you back on with a bit of a panicked expression. You both looked at the camera before laughing again, knowing it would be a hilarious clip.

“Text him and tell him it was a prank, I feel so bad,” you frowned, pushing on Joe’s arm once you were sat back down on the bed properly.

“Alright alright, here.” He pulled his phone out and took a quick picture of you two, captioning it got you!

“Okay, now it’s your turn,” Joe instructed after you both settled back down. You stuck your hand in the hat, pulling out a piece with “Jack” scribbled on it. You showed it to the camera with a grin as you grabbed your phone, starting to make yourself sniffle as if you were crying.

“Oh do one, you can’t pull out the waterworks! That’s cheatin’!!” Joe exclaimed.

“Shhhh,” you hushed him with a finger on his lips as you dialed Jack.

Jack: Ohhh, what the bloody hell do you want? You: J-Jack? Jack: Y/N? Are you crying? What’s happened? You: Joe and I got into an argument over some stupid shit, and we were yelling at each other and then he just left. He just left the flat, and I don’t know what to do. Jack: He yelled at you? He knows you don’t like loud voices; we all know that. You: Yeah, it was just a heat of the moment thing I guess. Jack: Doesn’t matter. I’ll talk some sense into him next time I see him. Where are you now? You: I’m at the flat by myself. He’ll probably show up again in a little bit. Jack: Okay, well I was headed to Caspar’s but I’m coming to yours instead. I’ll be there in like 20 minutes and I’ll bring some dinner and we can talk, yeah? You: Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks Jack. Jack: Of course. Be there soon!

You hung up quickly so that he wouldn’t hear you start laughing at the expressions on your boyfriend’s face.

“Jesus! All it takes is one fake fight and bloody Jack Maynard is trying to steal my girlfriend! If this was real would you actually have dinner with him?” Joe questioned.

“Depends on if he brought Nandos or not,” you shrugged. Joe scoffed at you, making you laugh again.

“C’mon, Jack’s gonna show up soon, it’s your turn! I say if you lose this one then it should be a mercy rule.”

Joe rolled his eyes at you, but pulled another piece from the hat.

“Oh no. I’ve gotten Alfie. This should be good,” Joe smirked, really thinking he had a chance with this one. Alfie had always been close to Joe, so he was bound to be sympathetic. The call connected on the third ring.

Alfie: Ello mate, all good? Joe: Kind of. I need your help with something. Alfie: Alright. Joe: I’m in a bit of a fight with Y/N Alfie: Oh that’s no good. What’s happened? Joe: We got in an argument over some stupid shit last week and have been kind of stand-offish for a few days. But I came home today and she was just gone, like had packed a case and just left. Alfie: Oh shit man, that’s no good. Have you spoke to her yet? Joe: No, she won’t return my texts man. Do you think it was my fault? Alfie: I mean, she doesn’t seem like the dramatic type to just run off but maybe she just needs some time to clear her head. I would just give her some space to cool down and it’ll all work out. Joe: So it is my fault then. Alfie: I’m not saying it is, not saying it isn’t. I think you should just try to apologize to her, even if you don’t know what for, and then she’ll probably tell you what upset her. That works with Zoe most the time. Joe: Alright man, thanks.

He hung up and you looked at each other expectantly.

“I don’t know who got that point honestly,” Joe said, running the conversation back through his head.

“Oh I so won that. He told you to apologize to me, not the other way round. My point, 100%.” You protested.

“I don’t think I can give you that one love! I say we call it a draw, I mean you’re going to win anyways so it doesn’t matter, but I’d like to keep a shred of my dignity in this video,” Joe grimaced at the camera, making you laugh.

“Alright fine, it’s a draw. I’ll call one more, yeah?”

“Go on then.” Joe handed you the hat, letting you pick another. You pulled out one more piece of paper, celebrating as soon as you read it.

“Oh god, who’ve you got? Let me see,” Joe said, trying to grab the slip of paper out of your hand as you danced around.

“Oh bloody hell,” he groaned, turning the paper so the camera could see Caspar written across it. “Well, I’m screwed.” Joe stood up then, pretending to leave the video. You grabbed his hand, pulling him back to sit down as you dialed Caspar on your phone.

Caspar: Hello! You: Hi buddy, are you busy? Caspar: No, I’m just at my flat. You alright? You: Not really. Caspar: Is this about Joe?

You and Joe both gave each other worried expressions.

You: How’d you know about that? Caspar: Jack called me and said he wasn’t coming over anymore, that he was going to yours cause Joe was gone or something. You: Oh, yeah, yeah he left cause we got in an argument. I was just wondering if you had any advice for me, since you know him so well. I miss him already Casp. Caspar: Oh don’t worry, he’ll be back by the end of the night. He used to go to that park close to our old flat and sit and wallow for a while when he got in fights with his old girlfriends, but he always came back to apologize. You: But what if I’m the one that did something wrong? Caspar: Then you can apologize when he gets back, and he can apologize for being so dramatic and everything will be all happy again! You: Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks Casp. Caspar: No problem!

You burst into laughter as soon as he hung up the phone.

“So if we ever actually get in a fight, I should go look for you crying on a park bench somewhere?” You teased, hugging onto his arm.

“Ha ha ha, so funny,” Joe grimaced again. “I hate this video,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

Since all the calls were done, Joe did his typical outro and you wrapped up the video, even though he proclaimed your victory quite grudgingly.

As Joe got up to turn the camera off, you caught his hand.

“You know what we should do?”

“Hm?” He asked, turning back to you.

“We should prank Jack when he gets here. Like you leave, we move all your stuff so he doesn’t see it, and then I’ll pretend like the fight was real and we can see what he does. Just set up your go pro in the kitchen or something. And then you can come back in and act all pissed off that he’s here. He would freak out.”

“Oh my god, let’s do it,” Joe grinned. “We’ve gotta hurry, he should be here soon.”

You both leapt into action. Joe got all the camera’s set up while you changed into comfy clothes and moved all the things he had lying around so that Jack would think he was gone.

Joe had just gotten the right angle when you heard Jack buzz in.

“Quick, go go go!” You rushed Joe out of the room so that he could hide in the hallway outside where Jack couldn’t see him. You buzzed Jack in, making yourself look a bit more disheveled before going out the door to greet him at the elevator, which also helped prevent him from seeing Joe.

His face was sympathetic as soon as the elevator doors opened, a bag of Nando’s in his hand.

“You brought Nando’s!”

“As if I would bring you anything else,” he rolled his eyes, going inside. You turned and winked at Joe, who was recording on his vlogging camera before following Jack inside. You friend pulled you into a tight hug once he had sat the food down. Jack always gave such good hugs.

“Are you alright?” He asked sincerely, beginning to unpack the food.

“I mean yeah, not the best but it could be worse.”

“Do you want to talk about it or just ignore it for now?” He asked, passing you your meal.

“There’s not much to talk about,” you made yourself sniffle and Jack frowned at you, coming around to sit next to you at the island. You faintly heard the door open, signally Joe’s return to the flat, so you rustled the wrappers on your food to mask it.

“You know that the boys and I all love you, and we love Joe too. You guys will work it out, I’ll talk some sense into him,” Jack reassured you. You cranked up the waterworks, forcing a few tears out of your eyes. Jack frowned again and pulled you into another hug, just as Joe made his appearance known.

“Oi! What the bloody hell is this?!” Joe yelled. Jack pulled away from you immediately, turning to Joe.

“Mate,” Jack said warningly, but he stood his ground. You had to bite your tongue not to laugh as you saw the fear on his face. “I was just coming to talk since you left.”

“You think we get in one fight and you can just come steal my girlfriend? Huh?” Joe questioned, stepping a bit closer to Jack.

“No man, of course not! Of course not, what the hell, you really think I would do that?” Jack replied, a bit offended.

“Yeah, well you’re right cause I know you wouldn’t do that and I wanted to see how freaked out you would get so we pranked you!” Joe spoke very quickly, keeping the same tone.

“Yeah well, I just – wait what?”

You and Joe both broke out into laughter at Jack’s confusion, watching as he rethought what Joe said and understood.

“What?! Oh piss off you two, are you kidding? You two didn’t get in a fight?”

“It was for a video, but I just wanted some Nando’s so I let you believe it,” you admitted with a grin, offering him another hug.

“You all suck, and you owe me a dinner!” Jack groaned, but he smiled and gave you a hug anyways. “I’m gonna get you both back for this!”

“You haven’t got a girlfriend to help you get me back though!” Joe teased, giving you a high five and guiding you back into shot.

“Yeah but I’ve got Caspar, and you know damn well we can get you so good. You better watch out,” Jack warned, nodding towards the camera. Joe ended the clip and gave Jack a hug, apologizing for the prank.

“Thanks for looking after her, even if she didn’t really need it,” Joe said sincerely, making Jack blush a bit and turn back to his Nando’s. You all spent the rest of the night hanging out together, and all was well that ended well, though you were sure the return prank would be brutal.

#hope you like this!#i #joe sugg imagine #youtuber imagine #buttercream imagine #thatcherjoe imagine

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mirkwoodshewolf · 7 years

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A Brother’s promise pt. 2

I told you guys I would post this up as soon as the first one got posted, now some intense feels are in this chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed this mini-series and look forward to the next two 2 parter fics that I’m gonna be posting up here in a few :) Now I wrote this before Civil war came out so just imagine a bit of an AU Civil War where they didn’t go into hiding but did have the fight at the airport.

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*2016*

I have indeed lived a full life. Ever since I was told about my brother's death that day, Peggy and Mr. Stark offered me a full nursing scholarship to help them build an organization known as SHIELD. I worked with them my entire life right up to Howard's sudden death, Peggy and I still kept in touch every now and then to talk about our lives and about Steve and Bucky, but it wasn't until 2011 that they found Steve in the ice and when he woke up, I was actually there shortly after he woke up to greet him. We embraced and caught up on everything.

I told him about my life with a wonderful man named Joseph and how we married in 63 and had two beautiful daughters. I told him about my four grandchildren and recently at that time my oldest Grandson had just had a boy with his wife my first great-grandchild. He was so proud of how I managed to live my life in the present even after losing him and my brother at the same time.

Now that it's 2016, I've been moved to a retirement home the same one as Peggy and just lay there on my bed looking at all the pictures of my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Steve comes to visit me every once in awhile after he sees Peggy because I knew how Peg felt about him during our time in SHIELD *even when she has a hard-core bad ass shell around her, I knew she loved my other big brother VERY much*.

But lately Steve hasn't been visiting either me or Peggy and that began to worry me a bit, but I found out the reason why when I heard on the news that HYDRA, the organization I had found out was responsible for my brother Bucky's death when I first joined SHIELD, had been working within SHIELD ever since the beginning when we hired Zola as one of the scientists to help build the technology for SHIELD, and now the whole secret of both organizations has gone to the public for over a couple of years now. I try to keep up on the news of everything that happens with the Avengers mainly with Steve since I can't bare to lose him a second time for he truly is the only real family I've got left from my childhood.

I just couldn't.

But I guess this old girl's getting ahead of herself discussing matters not really concerning her since all she does is just lay in bed all day because of my elderly legs now barely able to keep me standing up right.

It was late one night and my grandchild Bethany and her children came by to visit me and the nurse then had to shoo them out since visiting hours were over. I kissed my grand-daughter and my great grandchildren Ross and Monica *A/N see the hint reference there?* and waved goodbye to them as they left. My nurse helped me take my final pill for the day and turned off my light before shutting the door softly leaving me to sleep.

It was then my window began to open as a shadow came inside my room. The figure walked close to me and gently reached out their hand to stroke my pure snow white hair away from my face. I moaned quietly and began to open my eyes and nearly had a heart attack there seeing someone just standing over me but when my lamp came on I saw Steve standing over me.

"(Y/n) it's okay, it's okay!"

"Goddamn it Steve you could've killed me doing that! I'm not as young as I use to be yah know!"

"Kinda glad to see that fiery temper of yours hasn't gone away with your age". He muttered.

"Boy if I still had my strength I would kick you right now". We smiled at each other and he hugged me gently. "It is good to see you though Stevie, but what are you doing here so late?"

"Well it's not really me that wanted to come and see you, and I wasn't the one you saw just now in the dark" Steve said as he separated from me as I looked at him confused. He was the only one outside my family that knows where I am, and there was no other man I knew outside my family that could climb up four stories other than Steve and get up to my room successfully. That was when Steve stepped aside and coming into the light of my lamp was my brother.

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes.

Still as young as the day he left for war, but his hair was longer and he had grown a bit of a scruffy looking beard, and he also had a metal arm.

My eyes widened in shock at the sight of my brother standing before me. I couldn't believe that he was here right now.

"(Y/n)....... hehe look at you baby sis," he knelt down by my bedside and i slowly reached up to touch his cheek but I paused in fear thinking that this is was all some sick hallucination made by my elderly mind. There was no way he could be here. Could he? Bucky taking notice of my fear smiled warmly and took my elderly hand gently in his metal one and placed it on his cheek. I felt warmth and he didn't disappear at my touch.

He was real.

Tears formed in my eyes as he leaned up against me with an arm gently wrapped around me as I cried into his neck just like that night before he left for Europe back in 43. My BBBFF was alive and he was here with me. I smiled as I wrapped my arms around him as tight almost as if I didn't hold onto him with all my strength, he would disappear. Steve smiled in the background at the sight of the Barnes siblings back together again after over 70 years of being apart then he snuck out leaving the two of us to catch up.

After awhile we separated from our hug and I said.

"Oh Bucky, I--I never thought I would see you again. When Peggy, Howard, and the other Howling Commandos came at my door just as the war was over and they told me what happened I--"

"Shhhh, don't think about that anymore. I'm here now. Let's just focus on that".

"But--but how is this possible? How are you alive?" It was then Bucky began to regretfully explain everything that happened to him. When he fell down from the train after saving Steve, the Russians found him and HYDRA began experimenting on him giving him his metal arm. His time in cryo-freeze only coming out as a ruthless assassin known as the Winter Soldier, killing Howard and his wife, along with other SHIELD agents that HYDRA gave him. His abuse and memory erase after every mission or when he began to remember who he was, always his first memory before being wiped were of me. He told me how he and Steve fought against each other until Steve managed to make him remember and how he went into hiding after both secrets from SHIELD and HYDRA were exposed to the public before being found by Steve and Sam Wilson aka Falcon on the Avengers.

Now that he was starting to freely remember who he once was, though he doesn't have all his memories back yet, he did however remembered who I was and had all his memories of me back. It became so much for him that he just had to find out where I was and that's when Steve told him where I was and that it was my brother's idea to sneak into the nursing home just so he could see me.

After his whole story, I couldn't help but feel my heart break at all that my poor brother had to go through, all the torture and blood he had to spill and the fact that he wasn't in control of what he was doing probably made him feel so guilty and depressed knowing it was still him who had done it. I reached out for his metal hand but Bucky being so ashamed of how many people he had killed with this arm flinched away from me but I looked at him with a determined look and he relaxed and allowed my to take his metal arm and I held it with both my hands and kissed it, even though I knew he probably couldn't feel it, I had a feeling it still gave him warmth knowing that I still loved him as my Big brother even with this war injury.

"Never be ashamed Buck, I still love you my BBBFF, you'll always be the jerk-face I've always loved".

"And you will always be the hot-headed, tempered baby sister I've always loved, and speaking of which,". He removed my blanket and gently picked me up bridal style. Scared, I wrapped my arms around his neck and said.

"James, what are you doing!?"

"I believe I made a promise to you, and as I remember I never break a Big Brother's promise". He then went to the window and looked down. "Close your eyes," I buried my face into his neck and felt my stomach drop as he jumped from my window down to the ground below four stories. Bucky then placed me on a motorcycle and got in front of me and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Bucky where are we going?"

"It's a surprise, now hang onto me baby sis". He revved the cycle and took off riding into the streets. It was several hours later, the retirement home probably knows I'm missing and is probably going frantic about finding me, but just being with Bucky seemed to make all those thoughts just disappear. It was then I began to notice we were finally out of the city and were now driving through country terrain. It must be my old mind but something was telling me that this trail was familiar from somewhere.

After a couple of more hours of driving we came to a hidden trail that went up a hill. Bucky parked the bike in the woods and said.

"Okay, you're gonna have to close your eyes again,"

"Bucky where are we?"

"I told you it's a surprise, now come on just close your eyes for me please?" He then pulled the bunny face on with with additional nose twitch.

"Okay, okay". As he picked me up bridal style I closed my eyes and I could feel Bucky beginning to walk the trail. As he walked, every now and then I would ask him if I could open my eyes yet but he would say no. This game continued on for a couple more minutes and then Bucky placed me down but helped me stand straight by keeping hold of my hand and said.

"Okay, now you can open them". I opened my eyes and to my surprise I saw the one thing I thought I would never see again.

It was our vacation cabin in the woods.

But this time it was rebuilt all the way from the ground up. But last I ever heard of this cabin it was destroyed back in 93 for being a waste of space and with it being so old and the wood rotting the rangers decided to tear it down and just leave it as an empty space for campers.

"But--How......Buck this was......."

"I know Steve told me. but he, Sam, Clint and I rebuilt the cabin from the ground up just a few months ago after our last big deal with Stark and the government. Everything inside is the same furniture, same texture, same design, everything. It's almost as if it never left". I looked up at him and he smiled at me and continued as he stroked my cheek gingerly, "I made you a promise to take you here when I returned from war. Well even if it's over 70 years overdue, I think you deserve one last camping trip with your awesome Big bro". I smiled with tears spilling down my face. I kissed his cheek as I hugged him crying happily.

Bucky then helped me walk towards the cabin by allowing me to hold his metal hand for balance and his human arm wrapped around my waist to keep me from falling over. And true to his word as we stepped inside, everything was the same, from the design itself to the furniture and the carpets, they even built the same fireplace where Bucky and I would once roast marshmallows when it would rain and we couldn't do it outside. So many memories came back to me as Bucky placed me down on the rocking chair by the fireplace and knelt down beside me. He smiled up at me and took my hand in his and gently kissed it and I stroked his scruffy cheek making me softly giggle cause it slightly tickled my hand.

"Thank you Buck"

"You deserved it sis, after everything you've been through. What we've both been through," it was then he took me from the living room up to the bedroom where the large see-through window was and as we laid together on the bed Bucky then began to make shapes of the stars and even make up stories about what they're doing.

This moment right here felt like a beautiful dream but I knew it wasn't. My brother was here alive, we were finally doing our cabin in the woods camping trip now that he was back from war. Even 70 years couldn't change the fact that my brother had managed to come back to me and even though he is still as young as he was back in 43, he still saw me as his precious wittle baby-waby sister.

I leaned against his chest listening to his heartbeat as my eyes closed and I exhaled a soft breath and a smile came across my face.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x teen reader #major feels #fluff #brotherly fluff #brother feels #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x sister reader

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absoluteabsolem · 7 years

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I have seen Beauty and the Beast and I have a lot of things to say so.. here I come (spoilers, spoilers everywhere).

I won't lie, I went to the cinema with a lot of skepticism and apprehension because I legit thought it was going to be average at best. See I've always loved the animated version and it holds a sacred place in my Disney-fan small heart, so I was a bit scared they'd ruin it because well, what if the Beast is horrible, what if Lumière and Cogsworth and the whole family are completely messed-up, what if everything goes wrong, what if Emma Watson isn't a good choice for Belle after all, what if Be Our Guest is terrible, what if all the songs lose their magic even though Alan Menken is back for the soundtrack, what if what if what if.

My experience was a bit different than it would've been if I had seen the film in my regular cinema. You see, Beauty and the Beast was my very first IMAX experience (and my eyes took their time to adjust to the incredible visuals). It was amazingly beautiful, especially during a few scenes I'll mention later. Mind you, I didn't love everything in this live-action, but my global impression is more than positive. My expectations were low to say the least, and gods was I wonderfully surprised.

I got chills the moment I heard the first notes of the prologue, mostly because of the nostalgia. I think Alan Menken adapted the soundtrack as best as could be done, but some parts lacked a bit of the original magic in my opinion. The prologue has always been my favourite instrumental part, and the beginning of it wasn't as powerful as the original one (once we get to the enchantress, the instruments take you somewhere else entirely though). The introduction is narrated by Emma Thompson, and that was a wonderful idea. I've always loved her voice and damn she does the job. Everyone needs to know that.

A song was written for the film to present the arrogant and empty Prince as well as the people who lived with him; I disliked it, very much. There are two songs I always skip while listening to the soundtrack, and it's one of them. It made me feel nauseous at the very sight of the Prince, the whole scene was incredibly disgusting to my eyes and ears. Not because the actors and the song were terrible, but because of the toxic atmosphere coming from all these people.

Then the Enchantress showed up. She had some Galadriel vibes, she was mesmerizing. It was my « oh, I guess it won't be so bad » moment, that's when I decided I would stop living in fear of every single scene. The Enchantress my dudes, the Enchantress was perfect. Something I loved in this version is that they covered every narrative error (there might be new ones but I didn't see them); the Prince hasn't been a Beast for 10 years so he wasn't 11 at the time but already a grown-ass bitch; the Enchantress erased everyone's memories of the castle and the people who lived in it, thus why no one ever looked for them. Also, every time a petal falls, the dishes lose a bit of their humanity (until they turn into litteral objects once the rose has died) and the castle crumbles a little. I think it makes the whole thing a bit more adult, it adds a dark side to an already quite gloomy story (when you think about it).

I loved the way Belle's song was filmed, the choregraphy was incredible, and my heart melted when Emma Watson sang the part about the book she's reading. Of course it's also the time we get introduced to Gaston. LeFou and Gaston's dynamic is amazing, they're both far more fabulous in the live-action. Their dialogues never failed to make me laugh, and a few scenes with Maurice were just perfect.

Since I'm talking about Maurice, another moment created for this film was a short song sang by him once Belle comes back home, and I loved it. Maurice has a real personnality here, you get attached to him quite quickly, Kevin Kline did a wonderful job. You learn a lot of things about Belle's mother. Every single character has a real backstory here and it was interesting to discover all these new things (even the Enchantress is a more or less regular character). Even Philippe is still a mighty hero.

The first time Belle and Beast meet was great, they changed it a bit because her father doesn't want to leave so she throws him out of his cell and locks herself in it. Also it's Lumière who opens the door to show Belle her new room, so it clearly shows than the Beast does not give a single fuck about Belle at the time when he was a bit more polite in the animated.

Once we go back to the village, it is of course, time for Gaston's song, and it's beautiful, though less exaggerated as could be anticipated (animation has no limits right). LeFou steals the show here (and he's totally gay for Gaston). There's an instrumental part in the song where everyone is dancing on the tables and all and it was so cool you guys. I was waiting for this scene to come and I was not disappointed.

I didn't rly mention Lumière & Co before please forgive me; Ewan McGregor's completely failed French accent is the best thing I've ever heard, everyone is perfect in their roles but what can I say Lumière has always been my fave. The design of everyone in the castle in so on point my dudes ! I gotta say I have a bit of a problem with the permanent duck-face of the Beast but hey they did their best (plus you only notice it when he's not moving and the camera is focused on his face).

But now my dear friends, now is the time to talk about the very best thing in this film. The song we all waited for (nO I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT EVERMORE YOU LITTLE SHITS), the song that made me wish I could visit that bloody castle when I was a kid..

Be. Our. Guest.

You guys. Fellow bros. You all need to see and listen to Be Our Guest. It's perfect, it's a magical experience, Ewan McGregor is wonderful, the choregraphy is so mind-blowing the special effects team probably had a few nervous breakdowns while doing Be Our Guest and it was worth all the struggle. IT WAS SO FUCKING GORGEOUS ALL THESE COLOURS *coughs* srsly watch this film in IMAX if you can. I couldn't stop smiling during the whole scene (also I cried a little because I loved it so much but shhhh). There are no words to truly express how I felt during that moment, I wanted to sing along and annoy everyone in the cinema but I didn't 'cause I'm a nice person. It was flawless.

The way the Beast and Belle slowly discover each other is still lovely af, especially when he shows her the library (in a different way than he does in the animated and I gotta say I prefer this version, it was funnier but still in character). They spend a lot of time together reading lots of books and you can feel time passing by where it could seem like the story took 3 days to happen in the animated (and thus giving assholes a reason to shout WOW STOCKHOLM SYNDROME WOW WOW)

And while we see a romance blossoming we can also observe Gaston revealing his rotten core, his charming mask falling to show us what a monster he is. Luke Evans is absolutely terrifying in this film. He just seems kinda dumb at the beginning but then LeFou fails to calm him and the real beast of the film is released. We see it when Gaston tries to kill Maurice by leaving him unconscious in the woods after failing to find the castle, but in the Mob Song it's truly terrifying. I've read a few reviews and everyone agrees that the Mob Song in the live-action is far, far better than the animated one. The only complain I have is that the camera doesn't focuse on Gaston during the whole thing, and it's not a very important detail so yeah, the Mob Song slays (also Luke Evans sings divinely and LeFou has a great line in the song you need to listen to it just for that tbh).

(if you've seen the film you'll notice I didn't talk about Evermore because I hate that song even if the idea of the Beast climbing his castle to see Belle leaving breaks my heart, I think it was ridiculous. Sorry guys)

OH ALSO I FORGOT but there's a new song taking place after Belle enters her room for the first time, and everybody sings in it, it's kind of a different version of Human Again but better in my opinion. It's so lovely, the lyrics are simply beautiful.

aNYWAY this is getting quite long so I'll try to make it quick. The battle between Lumière & Co and the villagers is really cool, it's also the moment Gaston betrays LeFou so he decides to join the good guys, because LeFou actually is a nice person.

I'm kinda disappointed Gaston's hair isn't loose when he fights the Beast in this version because I just really love long hair and it made him look even more insane. He also uses a gun instead of a knife and shoots the Beast four times if I recall well. His eyes are cold af while he does it but I think killing someone with a knife is more personal and shows more hatred than using a gun, so I was a tiny bit « meh » during that part, but it was still breath-taking. Gaston telling the Beast he's there to kill him because Belle sent him, then the last spark of hope leaving the Beast's eyes THEN BELLE SHOWS UP AND GASTON GETS FUCKING REKT BY THIS GIGANTIC ANGRY LION anyway it was great I just like to rant about details no one else notices.

But then !! shit happens !!! the Beast dies before Belle tells him she loves him, the last petal falls, Lumière & Co turn into objects, despair and sorrow is everywhere, tHE CURSE IS NOT BROKEN BUT DO NOT FEAR MY DUDES THE ENCHANTRESS ENTERED THE CASTLE WITH ALL THE OTHER VILLAGERS AND SHE SAW THAT BELLE LOVED HIM SO SHE BREAKS THE CURSE HE COMES BACK TO LIFE AND HE TRANSFORMS

THE RIDICULOUS FIREWORKS ARE NOT THERE IN THE LIVE-ACTION

DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I WAITED FOR THOSE SILLY THINGS TO GO AWAY ???

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW LONG I WAITED ?

TWELVE YEARS

IN AZKA- wait a second

anyway

I absolutely loved the transformation, the music was beautiful and there was a golden mist and petals around the Beast it was so, so perfect. THEN BELLE SEES HIS EYES AND SHE'S LIKE « IT IS YOU » AND I'M LIKE YES IT'S HIM YOU FUCKING IDIOT DIDN'T YOU SEE HIS PORTRAIT IN THE FORBIDDEN WEST WING THAT DOESN'T EXIST okay no I didn't think that but I could have

Then everyone becomes human again and we see Cogsworth trying to run away from his newly-returned wife, Lumière and Plumette discreetly leaving because they're horny af, Mrs Potts hugging Chip and everyone's happy and Gaston's corpse is rotting somewhere and LeFou has a new boyfriend and people sing and everything's fine now, and I'm so happy I saw this film in IMAX it was absolutely worth it and you should all give it a try even if you're an annoying purist motherfucker like me (jfc this is a very long review I'm so sorry).

#beauty and the beast #batb

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