#i wanna try again specifically with Sam because I feel like it could be a lot better

[artisticbunny]

o.O look I know it’s only been like a week but I’m like, deeply infatuated with a whole new concept that has nothing to do with anything I had previously indulged in. It has nothing to do with fnaf, or utdr, or anime, or even any of my favorite book series

(BUT A COMPLETELY ORIGINAL CONCEPT BY YOU BUN THIS IS CRAZY LIKE HOW WELL OILED IS YOUR BRAIN? WHAT AM I MISSING?)

And today— I come bearing questions for the creator of this ‘new concept’— a true genius from none other than the nefarious hellsite;

Tumblr.

Yep. That’s right. And now, I ask this:

(Hey Bun, don’t mind me I’m just roleplaying myself in your inbox over a silly question. I just wrote an opinionated report for my ELA teacher, so maybe I’m not out of writer mode lol. Anyways, can we know more about Brook? Like y’know, ‘Brook Child’. If that’s treading too close to spoiler territory, then alternatively, can we know about Sam the wizard? He was mentioned earlier and I like wizards and warlocks because magic is such a popular concept based off of something which nobody really knows. Plus it’s something I’m sure everyone ever has fantasized about, even if many believe it doesn’t exist… not nerd ver: magic is cool can we hear about Sam?)

:3 Yep. That’s it. Hope this wasn’t too long or crazy lol. I really do enjoy the course of this and how it’s going. Sounds really cool. Also, I LOVE the artwork that goes along with it. (Plus I saw your Cryptid design and it IS quite friend shaped if I do say so myself lol) You draw very nicely, I like that it’s awesome.

HHHHHH GRABS YOU AND STARTS SHAKING YOU AROUND YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT MEANS TO ME AAAAA

PLEASE ALL THESE COMPLIMENTS ARE GONNA GO TO MY HEAD (///////) IVE BEEN READING YOUR TAGS IN THE REBLOGS TOO DONT THINK I HAVENT!!!! YOU GOT ME SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT!!!!

And so,,, Ask and ye shall receive my beloved moot!!!

Brook’s backstory is one that is completely lost to her. Her “mother” never really told her much other than “I found you and took you in, so now you owe me.” At the moment I don’t really think it’s important to the story, and I don’t think it will ever come up so I’ll spill the tea for you ;3

Brook actually was born into a very loving family. She had parents who adored her and each other, and they lived in a fairly peaceful town. This… didn’t really last. Brook’s family went out one day, planning to go a few towns over to see relatives, and instead of settling down for the night, decided to travel through till the morning. Under the shade of night, they were jumped by bandits. During the scuffle, their horse got spooked, and whisked away the cart, with Brook still inside. The horse ran off-trail into the woods, the cart catching on fallen trees and rocks. The horse’s restraints attaching it to the cart were damaged so much by all the debris that when the cart got caught in the bank of a rocky stream, the horse broke free, and the cart remained. Brook’s “Mother” found her and took her in with the thought that she could help with chores when she was older.

Brook stayed 16 long years with her “Mother” (making her ~17 now), and got the idea to escape about a year and a half prior to the events of the story :)

Under her “mother”’s “care”, it wasn’t uncommon for Brook to have food taken away from her if she acted up or made mistakes, it also wasn’t uncommon for her to be locked in the basement with only thin slits of windows to let in light. The basement is also where she slept, not having a room of her own.

Because of these conditions, she is pretty sickly. She is VERY thin and malnourished, and is also pretty short as a result (she’s almost EXACTLY 5 feet tall, maybe a little shorter if you flatten her hair). Her hair is matted and tangled, and her clothes are old, thin, and covered in various stains and grime. She has lots of scars all over her body but by far the most noticeable is the one straight down over half of her face.

She has anxiety and is baby and I love her :)

She’s tired, and needs a break, but she’s not really gonna get one for a while, sorry hon!

Now, you get Sam too because he is VERY cool and silly and I love him.

Sam is a half elf!!! Idk that I mentioned this before!!! He’s kinda just a silly goofy dude who gets stage fright unless it’s his silly werewolf boyfriend. They LOVE each other your honor!!!

Unfortunately god gives his hardest tests to his silliest clowns.

Yeah he goes through the wringer throughout the story. I can’t say much of that because yay plotpoint!!! But yeah djxndhdh

So basically Sam was born in a nice town, pretty average sized, with parents that wanted the best for him. When they saw that he had innate magical abilities (ie: a higher magic storage ability and they saw him just messing around with it and having fun as a kid), they thought that setting him up for apprenticeships would set him up for a good life. What they DIDNT consider is that Sam didn’t really want that. Yeah, when he first started he thought magic was REALLY cool!!! And fun!!! But… all the studying and reading and practicing form and BLAH BLAH BLAH- it made it almost unbearable. Honestly now that I’m thinking about it I probably infused some of my adhd into him without realizing- whoops! Sitting for hours and hours on end just studying instead of actually doing the cool stuff? No thanks that sounds like actual torture! Lol

But yeah, he would end up going through like 5 apprenticeships before he and Joe end up running off into the woods together to find Joe’s tether or some other alternative that hasn’t been discovered yet. They spent a while just kinda camping in the woods with not really much luck before Brook comes along. They’ve been out on their own for about 3 or 4 years at that point, but they haven’t really been counting.

Sorry Sam probably isn’t as interesting as the others, not too bad of a tragic backstory competitively lol. Gotta have SOME less messed up characters! Trust me tho, he gets some good character time in the story I promise!

Here’s what he looks like:

He has a lot of scruff lol, and I love that for him <3

#i might try to update these refs again sometime soon #I’ve gotten better with anatomy and with putting together outfits I think #i wanna try again specifically with Sam because I feel like it could be a lot better #long post #bun did a draw #bun rambles #whispering willow book #Brook whispering willow #Sam whispering willow

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: One of These Nights

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Summary: You as Joe’s girlfriend are by his side for every event, you helped him feel more comfortable since he wasn't the most social guy and he needed you there. You departed from him to go the bathroom and Joe isn't at all pleased with what happened on your way back.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mad Joe

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: None! (Misc.)

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*No specific date for this fic!*

(y/n’s pov)

Joe and I had just sat down at the table of Bengals players and their girls in our usual VIP section. One look at Joe and I could tell he already didn't want to be here.

I looped my arm with his and he flashed me a small smile, his icy blue eyes barely visible behind his black Cartier’s.

“I love you.” - Joe mouthed

“I love you too.” - you mouthed back

He had already thanked me so many times tonight for coming with him since it wasn't his scene at all, and I made it more bearable.

Sam Hubbard, a longtime teammate of Joe, knew all about his antisocial ways, so he tried to include Joe in the conversations to keep his mind away from the surroundings.

I gave Sam a thankful nod because if he wasn't keeping Joe occupied, I'd end up on babysitting duty for the whole night.

Even in a secluded area away from the rest of the club, I was constantly looking around for possible cameras.

Joe hated PDA, and for him to even have his arm looped with mine was a big step, but he needed close to me right now. That's why I checked around for cameras, knowing Joe would be mad if pictures of us close together were posted.

I found myself zoning out since the conversion had switched to football, and I could barely make out the sound of a female voice saying my name.

“Hey y/n, I have to go to the bathroom… can you come with me?” - Jess

It was Jess, Sam’s girlfriend.

I turned to Joe to see him already looking at me. He was waiting for an answer.

“Will you be okay if I go to the bathroom?” - you

My face faltered when he immediately started biting the inside of his cheeks like he does when he's nervous, but he nodded yes.

“Okay. Be right back.” - you

Before I stood up, Joe caught me off guard when he placed a soft kiss on my cheek.

Even Jess took notice, and as we walked away from the table, she commented on it.

“Your boy seems a little touchy today.” - Jess giggled

“I have no idea what's gotten into him, but you will not catch me complaining.” - you

“I hear that.” - Jess laughed

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Minutes later, Jess finished washing her hands, I finished fixing my mascara, and we left the bathroom.

We laughed as we walked back to the table, just talking about our boyfriends and having a good time.

Walking up to the roped-off area, the same security guard that had let us in and out five minutes ago wasn’t even acknowledging us.

“Uhm, sir? Can you let us back in?” - you

The burly man looked at me, then to Jess, and silently shook his head no.

“Why not?” - Jess

“Don't see any passes… and the last time I checked the Cincinnati Bengals don't draft women.” - security guard

Jess reached into her purse mumbling a “Don't worry” and took her pass out to show the guy.

He studied it intently and eyed Jess once again.

“Okay.” - security guard

Relief washed over me when he moved the rope and Jess stepped through. I followed behind her but he closed it back before I could get to the other side.

I went to yell after Jess, but she was already around the corner, and the club was so loud that if I yelled at the top of my lungs she wouldn't be able to hear me.

“Not you.” - security guard

“Excuse me?” - you

“Listen, girl. I get it, you wanna try to make your move on one of the players because you want their money. I've dealt with girls like you before, and it’s not going to happen.” - security guard

I stood there completely baffled.

“What did you just say to me? You just let me walk out like ten minutes ago.” - you

“Now you're trying to gaslight me. Oh and let me guess, you're dating a player?” - security guard

“For your information, I am dating one of the players. I have been for six fucking years. You watched me walk in with him!” - you

“Of course you are and I have no recollection of letting you in the VIP lounge. You don't look like the… NFL player’s type.” - security guard

“This is unbelievable. I don't want to sound like a braggy bitch, but my boyfriend is Joe Burrow. I suggest you let me in before he finds out about this altercation.” - you

“Ma’am, with all due respect Joe Burrow could have any woman in the world… and I don't foresee him picking you. You don't have any proof of him being your boyfriend either.” - security guard

I grabbed my phone out of my purse and attempted to call Joe, but it went straight to voicemail.

“Shit. Voicemail.” - you mumbled

“Look my background is me and him. He's in uniform. This is after the AFC Championship in 2021.” - you

“That could be edited. Look lady, you're very persistent but I'm going to have to remove you from the club.” - security guard

Before I knew it the guy was grabbing my arms at full force and started shoving me around.

“Let go of me!” - you yelled

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, but as always before anything could happen, I heard that voice.

“What is going on here?!” - Joe

The look on the security guard’s face when he turned around to see Joe, looking like a bull ready to face a matador, was priceless.

“Sir I was just…” - security guard

“Manhandling my girlfriend? Because that's sure what it fucking looked like.” - Joe

“I thought…” - security guard

“Let go of her before I break your arms!” - Joe

He immediately dropped my arms and Joe gently whisked me behind his back.

“What is it that you thought?” - Joe

“She told me you were her boyfriend, but I thought she was lying.” - security guard

“Why’d you think that?” - Joe

“She just doesn't look like a girl that an NFL star like you would get with. That simple.” - security guard

“What the fuck did you just say to me. You better get out of my face before I bash yours in.” - Joe

“Can you blame me, dude? She’s not really… you know…” - security guard

“She's not really what?!” - Joe yelled

“The smallest girl on the planet.” - security guard

Joe's entire face turned red as he bubbles with furiousness.

“That’s it.” - Joe lunged forward

I immediately grabbed his wrist and pulled him back with as much strength as I could. Once he was beside me I put my hand on his chest, knowing it helped him calm down.

“Don’t. It's not worth it, Joey.” - you

Joe looked down at me to find my face completely flushed and my tear-filled eyes pleading.

“Congratulations, you've just worked your last shift.” - Joe

He moved away and took my hand, moving the rope himself and slamming it on the ground before he walked back over to the booth.

I sat back down in our spot, but Joe stayed standing with his phone in hand, seemingly dialing a number.

Joe just radiated anger right now as he held his phone up to his ear and started raddling a million miles a minute.

A few minutes later, he sat back down next to me with a deep sigh.

“Had to call the owner. That guy’s never working here again. I swear one of these nights I'm going to beat the shit out of someone.” - Joe

“I’m so sorry.” - you blinked back tears

“You have nothing to be sorry for, absolutely nothing. I should've walked you to the bathroom. Oh and forget every word that fucking dick said. You're the only woman I could ever picture myself with. You're the most beautiful girl in this entire world, and you are perfect for me. I love you more than anything.” - Joe

I buried my face in his neck without even thinking about where we were right now, but Joe didn't care. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back.

“Thank you for being the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. I love you more than anything, too.” - you

“Wanna go home?” - Joe

“Please?” - you

Joe stood up immediately and took my hand. We said goodbye to everyone and made our way back down the hallway. When we found ourselves in the main room, I figured Joe would drop my hand, but he didn't.

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We approached Joe’s car, and he opened my door like always, showing off the gentleman he was.

As soon as he shut his door, Joe crashed his lips against mine.

“When we get home I'm going to show you how damn desirable you are. I don't care what other people say you're perfectly made for me.” - Joe

And that's exactly what he did, both verbally and physically. Joe made me feel like the most craved woman in the world.

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Authors note: ending the night (and the 5th day of Christmas) with some angst.

Request for this fic;

hope you enjoyed! ❤️

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

[joeybsversion]

Since Her

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe dates his teammates little sister

The low buzz of your phone distracted you from your show again.

Joey: Come over

You rolled your eyes before sending off your response “aren’t you with the guys?” And turned your attention back to the TV.

Another buzz. “I’m never going to get through this episode.” You grumbled to yourself.

Joey: Yeah but you can come

Joey: please

You turned your attention back to the TV, ignoring your phone. Another string of buzzes distracts you again. This time though, it was a phone call.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Are you coming?” Joe asked.

“Joey.” You giggled. “You’re with the boys. And my brother is there. It’s awkward.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re my girl and you’re my priority.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his response. “You know Sam doesn’t like the idea of us being together.”

“Please.”

“Fine.” You said, giving in and climbing from your bed to get ready.

You quickly fixed your makeup and slipped out of your sweats. “So much for getting caught up on my shows.” You clicked the TV off and headed out the door.

Joe was having a small party at his place with some of his closest friends from the team. One of them being your older brother, Sam Hubbard. Sam did not like the idea of you and Joe together and made it extremely clear.

You anxiously pulled into Joes driveway, bracing yourself for your brothers reaction when he saw you come in.

You knuckles met the wood of the door as you knocked.

“What are you doing here?” Sam growled as he opened the door.

“I’m here to see Joe.” You stepped around him and made your way inside.

“You’re not. Because Joe knows better.” He grabbed you by the wrist.

“Sam. Stop.” You pulled your arm away.

“I’m serious. I told the team they have to keep their hands off my little sister.”

You glared. “You invoked a team wide hands off law? Are you kidding me?”

“Of course I did.” He answered smugly.

“Who does that, Sam? You can’t just go around and tell the team they’re not allowed to date me or you’ll kick their ass.”

“I didn’t tell the whole team. Do I look like I have that kind of time?” He flashes a grin. “I told Joe.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You rolled your eyes. “Why can’t you just let me be happy?”

“Here’s the thing, I don’t give a fuck if he’s a multimillionaire, or the king of England, you’re not dating him.”

“And you’re done telling me what I can and can’t do.” You turned your back and walked away through the house to find Joe.

“Hi Joey.” You smile at him as you find the quarterback in the crowd of people.

“Baby.” He smiled and ran his hands along your sides, pulling you into him until your chests are touching. You look up at him and he kisses you, sliding his arms around your waste with something that feels a lot like possession. You could feel Sam’s stare burning into the back of your head.

“Your brothers staring.” Joe nervously laughed before pulling you in for another kiss.

“Good.” You laughed and kissed him back.

“Do you wanna go outside?” Joe pulled a cigar from his pocket and flashed you a cheeky grin.

“Sure.” You smiled and took his hand, following him out back.

You could hear the music from the party outside. The weather was cooler and it was a perfect fall night. You slowly danced and swayed to the music as Joe pressed the cigar to his lips, getting a light buzz from the nicotine.

“Are you trying to seduce me? Out here dancing wearing this?” He questioned.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“It makes me think of you not wearing it.”

“Joe.” You muttered as he kissed down the side of your face.

“I want you so bad right now. But I can’t” he groaned, continuing to kiss down your neck.

“They’ve got you too, with these superstitions?” You pouted.

“Sam believes it.”

“Now you bring up my brother.” You laughed. “You really are trying to kill the mood.”

“I clearly and specifically told you, no sex after a home game win. It’s bad luck.” He blew out a puff of smoke from his cigar.

You rolled your eyes.

“You’re seducing me again.”

“What? How?” You laughed.

He shook his head, grabbing you by the hand. “Cmon, let’s go back inside.”

As you stepped back in the door you could feel Sams gaze on you again. You were sure he had just witnessed that incident outside and there was no way he’d be happy about it.

You can feel the tension in the air engulf you as Sam walks over and places a hand on Joe’s shoulder.

“Let’s go.” He flashes his cigar at Joe before leading him back outside. You stayed put in your spot.

Joe raises a cocky eyebrow and chuckles as he puts his cigar back between his lips. “I like her Sam.” He admits. “I really fucking like her.”

“Maybe that’s true.” Sam lights his cigar. “But what happens when you get bored in a week or a month or a year from now?” He lowers his voice ensuring no one else can hear. “You’re gonna break her heart, bro.”

“No I’m not.” He says simply, looking over his shoulder to watch you through the window. “I’m not that guy anymore.”

“Since when?”

He shrugs and blows his smoke out, grinning to himself. “Since her.”

#joe burrow #joe burrow fic #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow one shot #joe burrow smut #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow insta au #joe burrow instagram #nfl fluff #nfl fan fic #nfl fic #nfl imagine #nfl smut

[leviathanofdeath]

rotb spoilers i talk abt Noah in depth bc im autistic and its 1 am

(this is also strictly talking abt the movies)

idk bout yall, but i really like Noah and his character and the way he interacts with everything thrown at him., I really like how (because of Mirage's chill personality) he wasn't completely overwhelmed by the existence of robot aliens. sure he was freaking the hell out abt the car driving by itself but yknow he caught on pretty quickly. and this is also due to the fact that he wanted to save earth as well. and specifically he wanted to help his brother. can we talk abt the fact that he was so willing to go against his morals just to scrounge up some sort of cash to help his family. as soon as he got into Mirage he was like "I don't wanna do this" and he was trying to get out the car. I also really like the relationship Noah had with his little brother. trying to be that light in his life and give hope. doing everything just to help his little brother not be in so much pain. it was just a nice touch to show us how truly compassionate and caring Noah is and you could really feel that through the performance, imo. you can tell they've both been struggling for quite some time. you feel sorry for when Noah gets immediately rejected by that security officer, and he's completely honest and trying to explain how he deserves a second chance (and he does) and he's probably repeated those reasons a thousand times in the past. he almost completely doubts himself until his brother reiterates that they're always gonna be there together and theybcan do it. and even though it sounds unrealistic, me and my sister have said the same thing to each other so it feels all the more powerful to me. it's a completely different approach to a character in the movie series and I cannot appreciate it enough.

and can I just say, sorry to the sam likers out there, I like how Noah doesn't just immediately insult Mirage trying to save him or befriend him. they actually have a strong ass bond almost right off the bat. sam was always yelling at bee everytime bee came in to save his ass (I hated this bc bee can do no wrong ok) but when Mirage was fighting scourge all by himself JUST to buy time for Noah, literslly risking his life for Noah. literslly becoming a suit of armor for him. Noah was nearly in tears, watching mirage's optics fade becsuse they've already become so close. Noah and Mirage have the silliest banter because they just get along so well. I know it's kind of stupid to compare the two (sam/bee and noah/mirage) but my point is simply: they connect so well together and I really fucking appreciate that. we've seen it with Charlie and Bee where they genuinely care for each other and now we see it again with Noah and Mirage. its just so nice to see the two get along swimmingly. even after they save the world, Mirage meets Noah's brother and everything and Noah begins to fix Mirage up as well. showing that they've become closer after the entire incident.

and Mirage. I just gotta say he is seriously the star of the show. Pete Davidson did an amazing job with him. and Mirage's personality fits with Noah so incredibly well. They've got the same type of style, use the same slang, stuff like that, and they compliment each other. Mirage is so genuinely interested and curious about Noah that he comes off as extremely friendly, defensive, and playful. He doesn't hesitate to risk his life for Noah and he gives Noah a little gauntlet to at least keep himself safe when they're apart. he even tells Noah off the bat that he can turn into any car and be sold so Noah can have money for his family. Maybe its the fact that Mirage has been cooped up and told to stay hidden for so long that he can't help but appreciate the first person to "reawaken" him, but regardless their relationship is just extremely refreshing and nice. The way they can bounce off each other is awesome. God i love them so much honestly I can't think of a better duo than these two theyre just perfect for each other whether its platonic or more

#transformers #transformers mirage #noah diaz #mirage #mirage x noah #tf rotb #rise of the beasts #transformers rise of the beasts

[yugen-works-118]

Happy Birthday @shandzii !

Hi! Lately I’ve been super into fnaf again and got and lately have been thoroughly enjoying @shandzii ‘s animations and art for it! So, happy birthday! I hope you like this! :D

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“Wait! Gab! I’m really, really sorry! Please don’t tell-!”

Samuel turned the corner, scissors still in hand, and froze at the sight. Gabriel was wailing into their papa’s pant leg. Papa’s eyes flickered over Gab and his now practically shaved off hair with panic, one hand settled on the crying twin’s shoulder and the other hovering over his head, before he glanced up and caught sight of Samuel.

Specifically the offending object still clasped in his hand.

Papa’s expression shifted from one of worry and concern to one of anger and disappointment at the sight of the eldest twin. Papa’s knuckles came to rest against his hips as he frowned at Samuel. The boy tensed under the glare.

“Oops.”

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   Samuel was settled down on the couch with a grunt. A yellow eye stared sternly into his own. “Wanna spill about why you thought it was a good idea to cut your brother’s hair off?” Samuel stiffened and turned away, fiddling with the hem of his yellow zip up hoodie nervously.

“It-It was just supposed to be a funny prank! I didn’t think Gab would care that much!” Dad’s eye grew furious, and he opened his mouth. Sam gripped the fabric of his jacket in his fist tightly; expecting to be yelled at. Instead, dad stopped, inhaled deeply, and rubbed a hand down his face slowly.

“Christ. The hell do you mean you think your brother wouldn’t care? On top of the fact that you seriously could’ve hurt your brother if you by chance missed his hair and cut his head open or cut him on accident; you broke your brother’s trust. You messed with him while he was taking a nap.” Sam winced. If dad was cursing, then he really, really messed up.

“Think about how you would’ve felt in that situation if you were in your brother’s shoes. Waking up from a nap in a place you’re supposed to feel safe in to find your twin of all people holding like half of your hair in his hand without any prior indication; let alone asking you if it was okay or at least making him aware of what you were gonna do. Would you think it was,” Dad held his hands up to finger quote his exact words, “just a funny prank, or, think you wouldn’t care that much?” 

Uriel gave his eldest son time to think on the prompted scenario, and watched Samuel carefully. The kid shifted in his spot, clenching and unclenching his jacket, and eyes flickering back and forth until they watered and turned back to look at him.

“No!” Sam’s voice shook. Uriel tilted his head.

“How would you feel?” Sam sniffled and scrubbed at his eyes.

“Horrible! And mad! Really, really mad!” Uriel nodded, grateful that he was able to get the point through and talk to his kid without raising his voice. Yelling excessively was still a habit that sometimes reared it’s ugly ass back in when he least expected it. He thought back to seeing Gab sniffling on Zazel’s chest. It wasn’t often that either of his boys cried, but he definitely knew he’d seen Gabriel cry a lesser amount of times than he’d seen Samuel. It hurt him deeply to see either of them in tears.

“Did you at least apologize?”

“I-I tried! But Gab wouldn’t even look at me!” Uriel sighed. Zazel had taken their youngest out to buy a hat to his liking and to probably get ice cream. It would be another two days before they got paid. So, unfortunately, Gab would have to live with his free unwanted haircut until they could take him to a barber’s shop to fix the damage. He looked back down to his eldest; who’s eyes were beginning to dry.

“This is for you and your brother to talk out. Don’t push Gabriel to forgive you because you feel bad. Try to find a solution.” Sam gave one last sniffle, his eyes now puffy and red, and nodded at his dad.

“M’kay.” Uriel nodded.

“Good. You’re grounded.”

“For how long?” Uriel didn’t answer immediately.

“Yes.”

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“Gab?” The door almost hit Sam’s nose with how hard it was slammed shut. The eldest twin stumbled backwards with a shout of surprise. “Gab,” Sam tried again hesitantly.

“What do you want?!”

“I want to say I’m sorry! Can you please open the door?”

“No! Go away! I hate you, you- you jerk!” Sam’s eyes widened, and he scrambled to press his hands against the door.

“What?! No! Please don’t hate me! I-I’m really sorry! It was really really really stupid of me to cut your hair! I’m sorry! Gab!” The door opened abruptly, causing Sam to almost fall into the room since he was leaning his weight on the door. His twin stared at him with angry, watery eyes and clenched, shaking balled up fists.

“Fine! I don’t hate you! But I’m really mad at you! And I’m not forgiving you for this! Now go away!” The door slammed shut again.

From the couch, Zazel glanced over at his partner with worry for their boys, having heard the whole argument since their home was small. Uriel caught his partner’s stare and shrugged.

“This is for them to work out,” he murmured. “Gab will eventually not be mad with Sammy enough to talk to him for longer than a minute. Not that he’ll stop being mad or has to forgive Sammy, but that’s what’ll probably happen. They’re twins. They can figure it out on their own.” Zazel huffed softly, returning to the beanie in his hand. Gabriel had picked out a few star patches that he wanted sown into his beanie to wear to school tomorrow. Zazel hoped that Gabriel wouldn’t be picked on for this. He wasn’t sure if he could trust himself to handle the situation civilly if either of his sons were to be bullied at any point in their lives.

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Gabriel clenched the straps of his backpack in his hands tightly. If he listened hard enough, he could hear a few kids snickering around him. Thankfully, none of them came to confront the twins. Regardless, Gabriel could feel the burning stares in his back and hear the harsh laughter of their peers around him. He reached up and tugged the beanie on his head down to cover his eyes and most of his ears frustratedly. From next to Gab, Sam’s hand hovered hesitantly over his twin’s shoulder, but he instead moved it to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. Samuel didn’t know if Gabriel would take his attempt at comfort as pity.

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Gabriel wasn’t even paying attention enough to where they were going that the youngest twin didn’t take note of it as he followed a few steps behind his older twin.

His day had been terrible! In the end it felt like he could hear the laughter and taunts of the kids around him more than the teachers! 

Sam’s hand wrapped around Gab’s. He glanced up. Sam was about to push the door to a shop open. A familiar shop. Papa brings him and Sam here a lot to look at and pick pretty patches on things like his hats or his blankets or sweaters. Papa brought him here yesterday and let him pick some patches to be sowed into his beanie for school.

“Why are we here?”

“You really like the moon shaped patches, right? You should pick some out, or whichever patches you want really.” Gabriel blinked.

“But… Dad and Papa aren’t here to buy them for us.” Sam dug into his pocket and pulled out some money. “But that’s your allowance!”

“I know! It’s just… I-I don’t know how else to make this up to you. I’ve been wanting to ask you how I could, but I know you didn’t want to talk to me and I didn’t want to make you any madder.” Gab stared at his twin for a long, silent minute before responding. He could see the guilt in his brother. Gab pursed his lips.

“Okay.”

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Zazel sunk in relief when he saw his children at the door and pulled them both in for a hug before pulling back. He lifted his hands and signed frantically.

Where on earth have you two been?!

“We went to that shop you usually like to take us to! The one with the patches.”

“Look!” Gab excitedly presented his new patches to his Papa. The man blinked in surprise, but huffed in relief with a soft smile.

That’s wonderful! I’m glad to see you picked some out for yourself! Next time though please tell us before you make such plans by yourselves so we know where you are. Right now, your dad is searching a few blocks down for you two. Let me tell him to come home and I will help you with your new patches after dinner.

The two winced.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to worry you!”

“Yeah!”

It’s fine, just, again, please ask us before you plan something by yourselves.

“Also,” Sam trailed off. Zazel tilted his head in curiosity. “Can-Can you teach me how to sow please? I want to help Gab,” he glanced to his twin, “if that’s alright with you of course!”

Gabriel hummed in consideration, then smiled and nodded.

Zazel smiled. Looks like the two really were working things out on their own.

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It was well into the night already almost eleven o’clock when Sam had finished sewing the first star into Gab’s beanie. His determination helping him fight off the drowsiness and yawning as he sat next to Zazel on the sofa. Gab had already been long since asleep. Gab always went to sleep early and had the easiest time sleeping out of the two of them. A hand gently caressed his hair. Sam looked back up to his Papa.

It’s well past your bedtime, sunshine. We can pick this back up tomorrow.

“But I only did one star! And even then it doesn’t look as good as your’s papa!” Papa smiled at him.

It’s your first time learning how to sow. And so far you’ve completed your first patchwork in about five hours. See it as progress and do not ignore what you’ve accomplished. I’m sure your brother appreciates the effort from you all the same.

“Do you think he hates me?” Zazel blinked.

Why would Gabriel hate you?

“I could’ve hurt him! And he was so embarrassed at school today and it’s all my fault! I would hate me if I was in Gab’s shoes.” Zazel huffed softly and stroked Sam’s hair.

That’s not true and you know it. There is a very big difference between being angry with someone and hating someone. Your brother has every right to be angry with you, but I don’t think he hates you for it because you’re doing your best to show that you feel bad for what you did. That, and understanding why what you did is wrong, is what is important. You’ve apologized and are trying to make it up to him. He sees that. Sam took the advice in carefully.

“I still feel really bad.”

I know, and you should. Even though Gabriel’s hair will grow back, it’s still something you shouldn’t have done in the first place because you know Gabriel didn’t want or appreciate it. But, it’s not the end of the world. Gabriel’s hair is still fixable and this will pass with time. Just make sure you never do something like this again. Okay? Sam nodded silently with a yawn; rubbing his eye. Zazel smiled.

I think it’s time for bed, yes?

“Mhm.” Sam was scooped into Zazel’s arms carefully, the boy pressing his chin into his papa’s shoulder. The beanie still clenched in Sam’s hand.

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Papa pulled them out of school early to go get Gab’s haircut the next day.

The chairs swiveled to show the finished result. Zazel beamed at the result and gave a thumbs up. Uriel nodded. The hairstylist handed Gabriel back his glasses so that way he could see if he liked the new hairstyle himself.

“Alright, I think it looks good,” Uriel stated. “What about you two? Do you like your haircuts?”

“My head feels a lot lighter!” Sam smiled at his parents.

Gab fiddled with the shortened tips of his own hair for a moment.

“I miss it being longer, but I like this too.” Uriel stared at his youngest for a moment; trying to gage if Gabriel was just telling them that to please them, but found no hint of it. Zazel smiled at the two of them. Sam had wound up wanting a haircut too after the whole ordeal in an attempt to show some kind of support for his brother. By now thankfully the twins were on speaking terms and a decent portion of the tense air between them had cleared up. Gabriel was still mad about the whole ordeal, but he wasn’t shutting Samuel out anymore. Gabriel was just more excited about his hair not looking like a two year old got a hold of scissors and took them to his hair anymore. As the family walked out of the store after paying; Gabriel tugged Sam closer to him by the arm.

“You still have the patches, right?” Sam nodded. “Can you finish sewing the rest of them into my beanie?” Sam’s eyes widened.

“Why? You don’t need it anymore, don’t you?” Sam’s eyebrows furrowed with worry, his gaze flicking up to his brother’s hair. “Did you not like the haircut?”

“I do,” Gabriel snapped. He tensed and lowered his voice. “It’s just… I really like the beanie. So I want you to finish it so I can keep wearing it.”

Samuel beamed at his brother.

“Okay!”

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“It’s really hard to imagine Gabriel with blond hair,” Bloom noted as they stared at the picture of the two brothers standing next to each other.

Gabriel looked absolutely adorable with those big red framed glasses, Bloom mused to themself.

“The fact that he had to have had blond hair isn’t something that I thought hard enough on.” Sam blinked at his coworker.

“You’ve never seen Moony without his hat?” Bloom shook their head, ‘no.’

“Huh! That’s a shocker! Well, if you ever do see him without one on, his roots are growing again so he has a patch of blond hair on the top of his head!” The door to their apartment slammed open, causing the two coworkers to jump in surprise.

“Sam! You better not have gotten the-!” Gabriel groaned in annoyance as he saw his partner and brother huddled around their childhood photo album.

“Hi Moony!” Sam smiled.

“Of course you’re showing them.” He turned to Bloom and pointed to the photo album in Sam’s hands. “That was one of the first things he pulled out, wasn’t it?”

Bloom nodded. “Yup.”

Gabriel sighed, moving to the kitchen counter to set the bags of groceries in his hand down on the counter.

“Did you get everything okay?” Sam turned to address his twin.

“Yes. It’s your turn to cook tonight.” Sam’s face turned into a grimace at the reminder. “I’m gonna find that old school photo of you with that big ass zit on the center of your forehead.” Sam looked up from the photo album suspiciously.

“What for?”

“To show to Y/N.” Sam gasped in offense; his face tinting to a bright red.

“Don’t you dare!”

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“Can I see your hair under your beanie?” Gabriel blinked and turned to look at Bloom with a quirked eyebrow.

“What for?” His partner shrugged and smiled.

“I’m just curious. Sam said your blond roots were growing back and I want to see it.” Gabriel didn’t answer immediately.

“Fine.” Bloom reached up and gingerly tugged the beanie off of their partner’s head. Gabriel tried not to shudder and tried to hide his blush as Bloom’s warm fingertips accidentally brushed the shell of his ear as they did so.

Bloom stayed silent for a long moment as they stared, admiring the unique, but beautiful blend of colors. Somehow, underneath the illumination of the overhead street light above the two of them, Gabriel looked stunning to Bloom. Gabriel glanced back at his partner.

“What?”

“You’re very pretty, have I told you?” Gabriel couldn’t hide the deep red flush that crossed his face.

“Yeah, sure. Just give me my hat back.” Bloom hummed.

“Hmmm, nope!” Without another word they took off down the sidewalk; leaving their boyfriend in the dust.

“What?! Hey! Come back here with that!” Gabriel began to jog to try and catch Bloom.

“Why can’t I give it back to you tomorrow?” Bloom had placed the hat on their head, sticking their tongue out at Gab.

“Because I need it!”

“Why? Your hair is pretty!”

“You try being compared to a Christmas star knock off as often as I have!”

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#sam and gab #shandzii #not my OC’s

[deancaskiss]

Prompt #9: Magic

Dean's hands slipped down the lapels of Cas’ trenchcoat as his brain swirled. Cas heard their conversation? All of it? Then why would he be reacting this way?

Swallowing thickly, Dean asked, “How much of the conversation did you hear?”

“Enough,” Cas snapped.

Shaking his head, Dean snagged Cas’ wrist, feeling the angel push back, solid and immovable. The way he was with everyone else. Not the usual allowance of touch Cas granted solely and specifically for Dean. “No. Cas. What exactly did you hear?”

Cas pushed past Dean, moving towards the Impala, before thinking better of it and putting distance between anything that was associated with Dean. “How I’m not enough for you. That you need more.”

Dean’s breath stuttered in his chest, and he played back the conversation with Sam in his head. There’s no way he said those words. No way he ever would’ve said Cas wasn’t enough for him.

And then it clicked.

“Cas,” Dean breathed out, fingers reaching for Cas’ hand, only catching his sleeve instead as Cas jerked away. “It’s not what you think.”

“Really?” Cas scoffed. “I knew you’d get tired of me eventually, but you could’ve just said that. You could’ve left me without dragging it out like this. If you didn’t want me-”

“Of course I want you!” Dean gasped, finally catching hold of Cas’ wrist and yanking him close. “Cas. You’re It for me. I thought you knew that.”

“Then it was a lie. Because why would you say I’m not enough if I was It for you?” Cas asked, blue eyes shining brighter with a shimmer of tears.

“I didn’t!” Dean said, dropping his hand down until he could press his fingertips against Cas’. “Cas. I didn’t say that. That was only the beginning of my sentence to Sam. You didn’t hear the end.”

Cas’ hand shifted, half linking their fingers together, before he seemed to catch his betraying hands and he pulled away again. “Go on then. What was it?” Cas asked, except this time it came out as a whisper, too broken to make a sound, and Dean felt his heart crumble, shattered pieces now turned to dust on the tarmac.

The words felt like shards in his chest as he tried to stick the pieces together again. To show Cas the truth. “I said… I told Sam… fuck it. I told him that dating you wasn’t enough. Because it isn’t.”

Cas made a pained sound, and Dean stumbled closer as he rushed to finish what he was trying to say.

“Because you deserve more. Because you’re… you’re everything, Cas. And what we have. It’s magic. Not the bad kind we chase and hunt. But the good kind. The kind you can’t even believe is real, but somehow, it is real. You’re… you're an Angel. You’re magic and power and beauty and Grace. And I want to give you more…”

Dean trailed off, and he reached out, catching Cas’ pinky finger with his own. “Dating you isn’t enough. I want to… fuck, Cas, I wanted this to be different. I wanted it to be special. Magical. But here we are. No ring, but who needs one, right? I wanna marry you, Cas.”

Cas froze with his finger interlocked with Dean’s, as his eyes darted across Dean’s face, trying to read his soul through his eyes. “You want… what?”

Smiling softly, Dean stepped closer, as he whispered the words again. “I want to marry you. Be your husband.” Bringing their joined hands up, Dean pressed his lips to the crook of Cas’ ring finger. “I wanna put a ring right here and call you mine. Whaddya say, Angel? Would you marry me?”

#destiel #dean winchester #castiel #bex writing #spn #dreamydrabble #supernatural #tuserpris #becauseofthebowties #userda #userjactingjoices #usermoogs #scottstiles #spxcekya #emeraldcas #feathersforcas #anztag #thisisapaige #deanncastiel #archervale

[lookinghalfacorpse]

foreshadowing in ttdtn

i had the ending for the trees deny themselves nothing  in mind since i started and i had a great time sneaking in some foreshadowing and exploring how sam could lie and some extra steps he might take to go unnoticed.  here’s some of those moments that stand out to me.  i probably forgot some.

chapter 3

When [Sam] spoke again, it was with genuine curiosity. “You said you ‘had’ Dream?” he asked, “How did you get him?”

“I talked with him.”

Sam sighed. “Give me two days,” he said, “I’ll meet you at your base at 5pm.”

sam should’ve just asked “what did you do that i haven’t done???”.  if he hasn’t already started building the recreation of the cell at this point, he was definitely thinking about it.  our first clue that he’s interested in a recapture.

chapter 5

Sam:  “...But the upper calf is going to look the same in either design you choose. I’d–” His gaze darted to the side for a moment, “I’d give you more choices if I could. But with padding that thick, and the redstone connection between flesh and the artificial joint, this is all I can offer.”

he’s giving the illusion of choice here.  the upper calf has to look the same no matter what because that’s where he placed the failure, but he came up with two legitimately good designs for the lower sections that would sound valid to someone who knows redstone, like philza.

chapter 8

Sam set the bag, which contained the completed prosthetic and some other supplies, on the far wall before dropping the [weakness] potions directly onto Dream’s chest.

he was careful to keep the parts away from the weakness potions.  wouldn’t wanna break it too early!

Sam lifted one of the plates between the ends of his tongs to show it off. It had a line of solid red and a line of blackish metal. “When Dream’s nerves fire, it will light the redstone portion. From there, the rest of the prosthetic is bud powered through a small cushion of air, protected by the metal, depending on which nerves fire. This will allow Dream to move the prosthetic with very close precision to a flesh and blood leg. There’s a bit of insulation to avoid mixed signals, and that’s it.”

Phil nodded. He was vaguely familiar with bud powering.

not necessarily foreshadowing per se, but this is where the failure is at.  the metal protecting the bud powering is destroyed by weakness potions, the bud powering is broken, and dream can’t control the leg anymore.  again, he’s using words that phil would be familiar with and knows are valid.

Phil felt exhausted. His voice, when he spoke, was scratchy. “This better had been worth it, Sam,” he threatened.

Sam met his eyes for a moment, pulling away from his work. His own prosthetic eye shone brightly in the dim lighting of the guest room. “It will be,” he answered.

it’ll be worth it, but it’ll be worth it for SAM.

i can’t choose a specific line here, but i also wanted to include that sam had phil & techno involved in the connection process so they feel partly responsible for the insertion and can see that everything Appears to be in place.  they won’t notice what type of metal he’s using.

chapter 12

“You know,” Dream said, “You could’ve designed the leg so I was slower than you.”

“It would’ve been difficult, but yes, technically I guess I could’ve.”

dream also sees that sam was given an opportunity to create a faulty prosthetic, he’s just taken a different approach to the idea.  sam counters that it would’ve been ‘difficult’-- making a purposefully slow leg would be harder than the trap he actually built in.

“When Phil approached me with the project, he told me it was an… an opportunity to fix my mistakes. I took the offer seriously.” He raised a hand to the metal plates on his own temple, near the bright light of his fake eye. “It seemed like a sequel, I guess, to the conversation you and I had. That leg isn’t just any old prosthetic. It’s one of the best pieces of technology I’ve ever made.”

the opening part was a lie, obviously-- he isn’t trying to ‘fix a mistake,’ he’s trying to get dream back.  he IS, however, legitimately proud of this prosthetic.  he designed such a perfect flaw in it!

chapter 15

“I wouldn’t even venture to say we’re on good terms. Never come back to this place. Stay away from Dream, unless he needs you for maintenance, and keep those interactions short and brief. Fail, and I’ll change my mind.” Phil took a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and poured. He passed Sam one of the shots.

Beneath his mask, Sam felt his lips tighten. He nodded.

sam knows he’ll be seeing dream.  partly to, uh, be Alone together, which is what any reader would pick up on right away.  but also, he’s realizing that he’ll be making an enemy of philza (and, by extension, definitely techno) after his plan is completed.  this is an “i fucked up” moment.

#i usually don't post fic analysis type stuff ??? #not sure how i feel about it but i felt like sharing this i guess #ttdtn #the trees deny themselves nothing

[rayisalive]

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←Bridal Style Cooking→

・Riddle probably brought 100 cans of bug spray, sunscreen, water, etc. Yeah, he could just buy it from Sam’s shop, but why would he do that when he can just bring his own?

・He probably forces everyone to spray themself with said sunscreen and bug spray before they go out to do any physical activities. He’s not gonna deal with a bunch of sunburned and bug-bitten campers.

・Tr*y is highly valued when it’s their turn with cooking duty.

・He probably makes and brings snacks for people to eat whenever they go out to regain energy.

・Cater loves the camp with all it’s greenery and wild life, but gets upset when he doesn’t have enough reception to check up on Magicam and other stuff.

・Every summer his account is just filled with photos he takes there along with selfies of him and other people, such as at a campfire roasting marshmallows or a flower he had found while hiking.

・Ace probably gets annoyed by all the bugs, serves him right for not listening to riddle and putting on the bug spray but he does fairly well when doing the activities.

・His pranks often land him in cooking/cleaning duty, only for him to go and play more pranks again. He probably drags Mc and Grim into doing these with him, using the excuse that they’re best friends and should help eachother.

・Deuce loves all the activities, it gives him a chance to use all his pent-up energy and be active, much more fulfilling than just doing the track team.

・He’s probably teased alot by Ace if he decides to study for school the next year. He just wants to make sure he will do well the next school year and learn ahead(much to Riddle’s enjoyment)

・Leona finds having to get up and go do camp activities too tiring and annoying, often skipping out on them and staying in the cabin instead.

・Ruggie might go to the list and found and steal find all sorts of things fir him to use or sell back to other campers.

・Jack, like Deuce, enjoys all the activities he can do, often coming back sweating and tired.

・I can already imagine how bad the cabin would smell, 10 thaumarks that when Mc goes there they are also bringing 20 bottles of febreeze for them.

・Azul built a side building from the cabin for the Mostro Lounge, except this time it’s more of a cafe for campers to come and hang out because how the fuck do you have a random restaurant in the middle of the woods

・He’s not the best at the physical activities—ok he sucks at them, but when it comes to the others he makes sure he excels at them to make up for it.

・Jade absolutely loves it. How could he not? There’s so much plants, specifically mushrooms, for him to study and collect. He’s even more dangerous now, please don’t let him “try” new recipes.

・Floyd is chaotic, same as before really. No matter what he’s going to bring chaos and disorder anywhere he walks. A simple Wednesday afternoon? Too bad Floyd is barging in to the cabin covered in mud with a snake in his hand.

・Kalim probably spent alot of money on the cabin, making Scarabia far fancier than the others.

・When it comes to their turn for cooking and cleaning duty Kalim tries his best, he really is, but he just can’t, often ending up with Jamil doing it instead. Who would’ve guessed

・Jamil is Jamil. I’m not sure what you wanted me to say, he does good with the activities, he watches over Kalim and the cabin, nothing really changes.

・Do you think Vil came because he needed practice for an upcoming camp movie? (/j)

・Ok but on a serious note Vil would do fine really. He would probably get a but annoyed when it’s too loud for him to sleep, or he isn’t able to get more face-wash from his favorite brand, but other than that he treats it like camp.

・The only thing he really dislikes is when he starts to sweat. He knows it’s natural but sweating too much will ruin his complexion and he’s not risking that.

・Rook is happier than me when I got Lilia’s SSR card. A camp? In the forest? With a bunch of campers, majority he deems interesting? Oh he loves it.

・He has the chance to both explore and be active while also observing others there.

・Suddenly Epel finds a way to make Vil even angrier than he would have been able to before.

・It’s a camp in the middle of the forest, what’d you expect? He can go out and come back sweating and with dirt on him and Vil can’t complain because what’d he expect, it’s a camp.

・Let me just get this out of the way, Idia is in complete torture. Honestly how could he not be, he’s in some camp in the middle of nowhere. There’s no way he’d be able to check up on the latest updates from his favorite game, or to even get on his game with the “service” out here.

・He thinks of it as more of a prison then a camp. There’s a bunch of people who he had to interact with and complete activities with, torture really.

・Ortho on the other hand has a wonderful time. He does fairly well with all the activities, since he is a yknow a robot-

・Really the only problem is that sometimes while they’re pit he may run out of battery, causing someone to have to carry him back to the cabin to be charged.

・Malleus finds the idea of it interesting. Every summer you come out to the middle of nowhere to male friends and have fun? Emphasis on the friends part.

・He is probably still left out from some of the activities, being forgotten to be notified for when it happens, but he tries his best when he dies attend and to learn about the thing you do here.

・I will be surprised if he manages to keep the “covering up every shred of skin” thing up. It’s summer it’s going to be hot, I mean sure he’s done it before, but only for a few days, what about 3 whole months? I just want to see Mal-Mal in “summer” clother hh-

・Lilia has fun here. He takes part in as many activities as he can, and hopefully remembering to bring along Malleus.

・He tries to make the most of it and make it a fulfilling experience for Malleus, just don’t let him on cooking duty- please-

・Silver really just sleeps through it alot, but he still tries to have fun and attend as many activities as he gets dragged to can.

・He probably enjoys all the wildlife, the animals, plants, etc.

・Silver probably has to tell Sebek to hush up or else he’ll scare away the animals with all his yelling.

・Sebek thinks Malleus is too good to be doing cooking/cleaning duty, but Malleus makes sure he does his part when the time comes.

・Sebek is just Sebek I don’t really know-

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[babiebom]

Sdv Bachelor/ettes as the Hatchetfield Universe Characters

A/N:STARKID STARKID STARKID I LOVE SO MUCH also another shitpost? in this economy? More likely than you think. I wanted to do ALL Starkid characters but I think that’s too many options and I will be here for fifty years. Also this is a gift because I started work today and will probably not post anything for a hot minute

A/N pt 2: HAHAHA I STARTED WRITING THIS MY FIRST WEEK AND IMMEDIATELY GOT SICK SO IVE BEEN OUT OF WORK FOR A WEEK

Tw: maybe some spoilers for both the game and the musicals, cursing, mentions of abuse, murder, and some other stuff

Wc: idk it’s headcanons bb it’s gonna be at least 3 points though

Sdv Masterlist

Sebastian

Ethan Green(Black Friday)

Resident emo/badboy duo

I do think that as a teenager he would run away with someone that he thinks that he’s in love with to give them a better life even if he’s mistaken about how hard it is

Like he just seems like that type of guy

Like he would be the “yeah babe your family sucks let’s get out of here and be on our own” type of guy

I also think that he would be sweet to his partners younger sibling like just because he doesn’t get along with his own doesn’t mean that he hates kids or anything.

Also smokers lmao

Just really fits the vibe of Ethan very well

Guy that looks tough and bad boy-ish on the outside to in reality just be sweet and caring

I could also see Seb in the Ethan outfit :)

Sam

Kyle Clauger (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

While I don’t think Sam is a bully really

I do think that as a teenager he would just go along with what his friends say because he is a sweet boy that just wants to fit in

Doesn’t wanna bully anyone at all just wants to be happy

Is popular but also not the most popular because he’s a golden retriever and isn’t really chasing popularity

Like yeah he wants to fit in but that doesn’t mean he cares about popularity really he just wants to be liked he doesn’t really care if he’s known or not

Kyle is really just a background character and we don’t really see him unless it’s like specific scenes with Max or like the aftermath.

So we don’t really know a lot other than he never really wanted to bully people but wanted to fit in with Max even to the point to where he doesn’t date anyone max tells him he can’t.

I do think that Sam would choose his friends over a significant other unless he actually genuinely loved them so I think he kinda fits this jock that’s not really mean but isn’t really helpful vibe

I would’ve chosen Ethan for Sam but Sam isn’t really a bad boy on the outside if I’m being honest.

Shane

Paul Matthews (The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals)

Mostly because I think it would be funny if he screamed at the top of his lungs for coffee

Also I think he wouldn’t enjoy watching a musical he hates the fact that everyone in them are either so happy or that they’re singing every five seconds

“PLEASE GOD NO”

Would also be horrified at “What do you want Paul”

I would’ve probably chosen Paul for Harvey because of his love for coffee but I don’t think he would be this unhappy about everything

Imagine trying to get him to sign ANYTHING while he’s walking to Joja he will not

Paul is much nicer than Shane at first glance but at the same time I feel like Shane could embody him well.

Like Shane can be Paul but Paul could never be Shane.

Alex

Max Jägerman (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Again I don’t really see him as a bully

But I do think he could’ve been one in high school

Like Sam I think Alex just wants to fit in and be cool (especially because of his life) so as a teenager I could see him being an absolute asshole as a teen

Maybe not to Max’s level but like out of everyone I think he fits Max the most

In the whole star quarterback and liked by the cool pretty girls.

The reason they win their games

Also in the whole no one really understands them

Like I know Max is horrible he’s a LITERAL MONSTER

But like when the main characters try to bully him he literally is like “this is the nicest thing anyone has done for me”

Like yeah he’s a bully and we can see that and they didn’t really flesh out that plot line it seemed like Max didn’t really have people in his life that genuinely cared about him to set anything up for him or do things for him other than be yes men which isn’t really caring at all

I feel like Alex would be similar in that he doesn’t really have friends (Haley doesn’t really count for me because I feel like she’s using him as means to an end. As if she sees him as who she’s supposed to end up with because of their looks instead of actually caring for him)

Only people who either tell him what he wants to hear without truly caring or understanding (except for his grandparents)

Alex too would be happy if someone decided to go through the trouble of making an elaborate prank for him.

Harvey

Becky Barnes(Black Friday)

Him and Maru were the most difficult for me but ultimately I settled on him being Becky

Mostly because he’s a doctor and I’m pretty sure she’s a nurse

But also because I also think Harvey is brave enough to go through an abusive relationship and come out of it still wanting to help the world

Also because I also think he would kill an abusive asshole bc he’s hot like that

I think they would have the same values like everyone matters and just because you have money or a greater status doesn’t mean you can take advantage of people or act like an asshole

I also think it would take an ancient god to make him become a man without morals

Elliott

Professor Hidgens (The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals)

CAN YOU SEE THIS LIKE I DO

Both are men of the arts and it’s funny

Also writing and music are very similar/ writing a musical is literally just writing a story and adding music to it so when I say it’s similar I mean it’s SIMILAR

I could see Elliott going insane and holding people hostage like “DO YOU WANNA READ MY NEW STORY?? PLEASE READ IT AND GIVE ME FEEDBACK PLEASE!!!!”

I could literally see Elliott taking this role and killing it

Like it’s not a lot to say because I think it’s very obvious

Also they both have that air of like…..pretentiousness?

Not in a bad way at all it just like…..they seem to give off the aura of having money

I think I feel like this because it’s like they have the freedom to write and go into the arts even though Hidgens is a professor I believe

It’s just they give off the air of feeling or being better than you but not in a way that is like their doing maybe

Idk if y’all can understand what I’m trying to say? Like they don’t act like they’re better than you it’s just their vibes

Abigail

Stephanie Lauter(Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

I wanted her to be “Latte Hottie” from TGWDLM(I forgot her name for now ignore it) but she doesn’t really give those vibes when you think about it

I feel like Steph and Abigail are VERY similar

They both seem like in school they’re cool but in different ways but they both have similar vibes

I think Stephanie is more grunge or skater(forgive me I don’t know clothing genres)

And Abby is more gothic but like I think they’re v similar

Like they aren’t in charge but people know them and even if they dislike them no one is fucking with them at all

Also the way their fathers are

I feel like Pierre would be VERY similar to Steph’s father

Like claims they love their child but beat them down with their words

Like imagine if Pierre was running for Mayor or something like

You already know he would be the biggest asshole

Would also fall in love with a person she doesn’t really match with on outer appearance on first look

Haley

Emma Perkins (The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals)

I think it would be funny to put Haley in this role

Like they’re both bitches but are funny/attractive to the point where it’s fine

And it’s a bitchiness that isn’t from meanness it’s literally just them being blunt

Like there is no lie about what they’re saying it’s just a rude thing to say lmao

Would be annoyed if she was working and was forced to sing for every tip

Would curse and be sarcastic to annoying people without caring and somehow manages to not be fired

Only difference is that I think that Haley wouldn’t half ass ‘Cup of Roasted Coffee’ because I thinks she wants to look good

Would tell Professor Hidgens to fuck off that she doesn’t want to hear about his musical

Emily

Hannah Foster(Black Friday)

I think in my mind(I have not watched Black Friday since the first time I saw it and it’s been a while) that Hannah knew more than the others

Like I remember while watching it that they didn’t take her as serious as they acted more like they listened to her in a “yeah okay grandpa take your meds” kind of way

When in reality she was connected and seeing things that they wouldn’t be able to understand

I think Emily is similar or fits the vibe where she understands things in a different way than the others

And they just see it as her being weird when in reality she’s just connected to the world in a deeper way.

Even though Emily is the older sibling I think she just fits this role where she could feel what is going to happen from the beginning

Leah

Lex Foster(Black Friday)

I know this looks like I ship her and Seb but I don’t

Her moms a bitch, an alcoholic

Jkjk (that’s penny)

BUT!!! I think Leah fits the whole “run away to escape my problems and follow my dreams” sort of thing

Like she literally broke off an engagement(or relationship at least) and left everything behind to move to a town in the middle of nowhere in order to follow her dreams

Literally just wants the best for herself and if she had a sibling I think she would want the best too

I also think she’s a dreamer. Like you don’t run off to become an artist without having big dreams and aspirations.

Penny

Grace Chasity(Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Argue with a wall I’m right

I see her as like a goody two shoes that puts her beliefs above anything and really wants to make her family proud

Like I could see her being deeply religious

And honestly if Pam wasn’t an alcoholic and her father was still around I think they would be similar to the chastity’s just not as bad

Like obviously holding someone’s books isn’t equivalent to sex or whatever they believe but I do think they would’ve raised her to be a good Christian gal that should wait until marriage

Also because Penny sticks around for her mother and to teach the kids gives me those vibes

Would also go crazy like absolutely bonkers this woman is

Maru

Ruth Fleming(Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Mostly because I think it’s funny

And because I couldn’t figure out who she would be so she gets to be Ruth

Also I think they’re both socially awkward

Ruth is just an awkward person

And I think that Maru is just socially unaware

Also I think that Maru would be the friend that’s like “can y’all set me up with someone?”

And everyone would be like “lmao no”

JUST FOR ONCEEEEEEEE

also Maru probably never fucks because Demetrius is always on her ass

Ruth never fucks bc she’s unfuckable

Honestly the same thing no one wants to have sex with the girl who’s dad will barge in without announcement or care

Like he legit wanted to catch her in the act to yell

Like why would you walk in if you think she’s getting railed and not like slam your fists on the door if you wanna stop them

N e ways

They’re the same bc they’re nerds <3

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew #sdv headcanons #stardew headcanon #stardew valley headcanons #sdv shitpost #stardew shitpost #stardew valley shitpost #Starkid antics bb #sdv haley #sdv leah #sdv maru #sdv emily #sdv abigail #sdv penny #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv alex #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #shitpost

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supernatural s9e1 i think i'm gonna like it here (w. jeremy carver)

can only use it sparingly but i do love a good shot gone slowly tilted to show things being Off (twilight new moon had a good one, when edward dumped bella in the woods). i think when it hits the right spot for me, it gives me that emotional physical vertigo

when i was watching s2e13 houses of the holy, instead of dumping my brain output here i was to a person and said this

nic 03/29/2023 10:41 AM his reaction to sam saying he does pray, it was like the world shifted beneath his feet and i felt tilted along with it and why does this show keep doing this to me

s2e13 houses of the holy (w. sera gamble, d. kim manners)

and going back to watch this scene even before he says it, i feel a little unbalanced because of this weird perspective they're shooting. sam's up even taller than usual on the steps, we're looking way down at dean and way up at sam. and then up at them from way down at the ground level. anyway, as the seasons have progressed, they seem to generally be a little less creative in filming, but this sam's in a coma dream or whatever had a moment

(stalling. i was not in a great mindset last night and seeing sam in the hospital bed i couldn't deal and skipped watching for the night so)

suspension of disbelief shattered and i wanna yell NO fuck you we're not bringing religion into this conversation as the medical professional. i know it's like oh but the implications and layers of meaning for dean to hear this right now but i'm just like 🔪🔪🔪 i've been there with a fairly rapidly dying of cancer parent in the hospital. just. no.

DEAN You're a doctor. You're a medical professional. You're trying to tell me that my brother's life is in God's hands? What, is that supposed to be a – a comfort? DOCTOR Mr. Dougherty – DEAN No, God has nothing to do with this equation at all. DOCTOR I didn't mean – DEAN That's not good enough.

lol well for somewhat related and somewhat not related reasons, dean and i are on the same page apparently

DEAN Cas, are you there? Sammy's hurt. He's hurt, uh – he's hurt pretty bad. And, um... I know you think that I'm pissed at you, okay? But I don't care that the angels fell. So whatever you did or didn't do, it doesn't matter, okay? We'll work it out. Please, man, I need you here. DEAN Screw it. Okay, listen up. This one goes out to any angel with their ears on. This is Dean Winchester... And I need your help.

think i know sorta where this is going. i did avoid more plot specific fics around this time period so i don't know much.

also contemplating when the angels fell did they all go into vessels? with consent?

HAEL Then you've heard them – our brothers and sisters, many still circling for vessels, most just… so afraid.

thanks for clarifying, show

dean in line to get murdered by grumpy angels because he was so desperate he put out an open call and cas is gonna go roadtripping with the pretty angel lady to the grand canyon. priorities!

this ezekial dude saying still believes the mission, cas and dean. what's the mission, what could anyone even believe in castiel for at this point?

oh what a surprise, pretty angel lady possibly has ulterior motives!

we're all just trusting randos left and right

DEAN You know what's in that house! Now, I can't help you if you ain't willing to fight for yourself! SAM I know. It's okay. It's what I want.

again with the suicidal moments. i felt extremely guilty and responsible for the person i lost to suicide, a friend told me something that i've since tried to accept. that i couldn't want that person to live more than they did. we're just hitting all sorts of buttons tonight.

saw julian richings in the credits, completely didn't expect death to show up as sam's reaper. and the cabin with the fire and everything got me all choked up.

DEAN From the inside. So, what, you gonna open him up? What, possession? You want to possess Sam? EZEKIEL I told you. DEAN No way. EZEKIEL Understood. It's your call. DEAN No, it's Sam's call. There's no way in hell he'd say yes to being possessed by anything. EZEKIEL He would rather die. EZEKIEL I'll leave you two alone, then. EZEKIEL heads for the door. DEAN Wait.

i at least appreciate that they acknowledged that it's sam's call. but it wouldn't be supernatural if one of the brothers didn't do something extremely ill advised to save/keep the other

(reminds me of another awful thing at the end of s4 magicians where julia needed a decision made about her body but was comatose and they let her boyfriend from another timeline choose. and it wasn't what she would have chosen)

SAM If I go with you... can you promise that this time it will be final? That if I'm dead, I stay dead. Nobody can reverse it, nobody can deal it away... and nobody else can get hurt because of me. DEATH I can promise that.

more weight on the scale for dean to feel like he has no other choice. why is sam in such a hurry to die? isn't that usually dean's job. i don't like it.

DEAN Even if I said yes, it doesn't mean squat. Sam will never say yes – not to you. EZEKIEL But he would say yes to you.

why does that sound like the beginning of something bad

DEAN Sam, listen to me. I made you a promise in that church. You and me, come whatever. Well, hell, if this ain't whatever... But you got to let me in, man. You got to let me help. There ain't no me if there ain't no you.

dean, that's not a good argument. true it may be, that's a lot to put on sam. rereading the church thing, i'm not sure how it was a promise. more a statement of fact. always sam first, we'll figure out the rest like always

from s8e23 sacrifice SAM What happens when you've decided I can't be trusted again? I mean, who are you gonna turn to next time instead of me? Another angel, another -- another vampire? Do you have any idea what it feels like to watch your brother just – DEAN Hold on, hold on! You seriously think that? Because none of it -- none of it -- is true. Listen, man, I know we've had our disagreements, okay? Hell, I know I've said some junk that set you back on your heels. But, Sammy...come on. I killed Benny to save you. I'm willing to let this bastard and all the sons of bitches that killed mom walk because of you. Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has never been like that, ever! I need you to see that. I'm begging you.

all right so was that even dean saying that, then? i can't be taking schmoopy quotes out of context if it was just an angel saying crap that sam wanted to hear to get a yes lol

oh jesus fucking christ. so we're gonna lie/hide that dean tricked him into saying yes to an angel. how long is this gonna play out 😩

DEAN Then we keep it a secret for now. Or until Sam's well enough that he doesn't need an angelic pacemaker or I find a way to tell him. I - I… As for him being in a hospital, I'll have to figure something out.

EZEKIEL IN SAM’S BODY I can erase it all, if you like. He will not remember any of this.

for fuck's sake. sure! wipe his memory! make it inevitably a million times worse when he finds out!! not like he has a history of shit fucking up his brain or anything! stupid fucking manufactured conflict plot bullshit. I DON'T LIKE IT.

cut straight to castiel stripping down in the laundromat and candy with a design department that clearly had some fun creating fake labels

i'm always glad to see that fucking trench coat out of commission :p

DEAN Oh, I mean, I stopped, you know, let a few Japanese tourists take some pictures. Nobody got too handsy. I knew you'd pull through. I meant what I said at the church. You're capable of anything, Sam, and hell if you didn't prove me right. SAM Good. 'Cause we got work to do.

feeling guilty yet, dean? looks like it. after you stabbed jewel staite you were binge drinking and falling apart because of the lying to sam part. sure this'll be smooth sailing though

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 9x01 #spn 2x13 #spn 8x23 #sam and dean mush

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ren's redacted hands, redux: sam

Hey y'all! So I'm sure everyone remembers my very first foray into the redacted hands series (the entirety of which can be found here). I realized that after the first two sets, every set had a unique sort of texture to it, and I wanted to give Sam and David the same treatment.

without further ado, a redux by ren:

(you can find the original here!)

See the original for flower meanings, and below the cut for more extended ramblings.

For Sam's pattern, I wanted something with detail, but something delicate to really demonstrate the gentleness that is such a facet of Sam and Darlin's relationship: both of them have been hurt, and they're so unused to gentle touch. Lace is beautiful, takes time and effort to make, and is easy to tear.

Sam and Darlin's relationship means so much to me for reasons that are really too personal to get into in a public tumblr post. I often find myself going back and rewatching Sam's entire playlist on a semi-regular basis. There's so much to their story, to both of these characters, and obviously, the fandom agrees: Darlin and Sam are the third and fourth most popular character tags in the Redacted ASMR fandom tag on Ao3, and Sam/Darlin is the top relationship tag. Erik really said "take this" and then this fandom said "I Am Going To Be So Normal About This".

I did this art without knowing it would become a series, and so both are from Sam's BA. Because of that, there wasn't specific thought put into choosing quotes, rather this art was made for these quotes specifically. Maybe someday everyone will get a round two (properly) and I'll do different ones. For now, I'll treat you to some of my other favorite quotes from our Southern vamp. This list is already going to be... abysmally long I'm really calling myself out here so I'm only including lines said to Darlin directly which might have been turned into pieces.

Vampire Tends to Your Injuries:

"Hey— it's gonna be okay. I got this. I got you. […] It's okay. You're gonna be okay." (4:35)

Your Bond With a Vampire:

"You sound like you're hurting. And not the physical way this time."

"Whatever it is, I'll do what I can. Even if that's just to listen." (0:44)

"I don't wanna see any harm coming to you. Not if there's anything I can do about it." (31:48)

Getting Closer to Your Vampire Mate:

"You're good people, Darlin. I don't want anything to happen to you." (3:41)

"All we can do is make the best of the hand we've got now. We can't go back. All we can do is try to make what's ahead a little less shitty. And show ourselves a little compassion along the way."(18:18)

"Hey. Are you all right? No, I'm not talking about 'will be'. I'm talking right now. Are you all right?" (18:47)

"I got you. Of course I'll stay. You don't have to keep the armor up tonight. The fighting's done. You can just rest. I got you, Darlin." (19:37)

Cuddles and Confessions with Your Vampire Mate

"I'd say we both could use the break. One day to catch our breaths before all those outside problems have to be real again. I can pretend for a day, if you can." (6:15)

"You've got a gentle touch. […] Maybe a bit surprised, yeah. But I also know that the way we throw ourselves at the world doesn't have to reflect the way we tackle everything in life. People aren't simple. We all exist in shades. And gentle touch is a shade of you I'm glad to know. I imagine it's a part of you not everyone gets to see. And in that case, I consider it an honor." (8:33)

"It comes easy with you. A lot of things come easier when it comes to you. And that's a good feeling." (10:15)

"This is your pantry? You know there's supposed to be food in here, right? Do I dare even open that fridge… How are there so many condiments and no actual food?!" (12:16)

"It's been a long time since I cared for another person the way I've come to care for you. And it can be just that. Care. I’m not sitting here hoping or expecting it to be anything more. But I want you to know that. That I care for you very much. My life feels better with you in it. And I’m grateful for that." (16:18)

"We don’t have to know what this is gonna be just yet. That’s okay. For now, I’m just… glad to be near you. We can figure out the rest in time." (18:42)

Warming Up with Your Vampire Mate:

"Knowing they care about you doesn’t just magically make it all work overnight. And it doesn’t make you ungrateful or unworthy of that care for struggling with it sometimes. But the care they feel for you is honest. And it matters. Give it time, Darlin’." (11:26)

All Along:

"Darlin? It is so fucking good to see you. Hold you." (sorry about this one...) (21:55)

Going All The Way With Your Vampire Mate:

"You feel like home, Darlin. And that means more than you know to someone like me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever find home again. But I feel it with you." (22:39)

"I keep these walls high so those feelings can’t get the better of me, but you climbed over them. And you’re in here. I love you, Darlin. Deeply." (24:36)

BA (past YouTube preview, but nothing explicit):

"Are you alright? You're tensing up, I can feel it. Is this okay? I can slow down... Oh Darlin, no. Hold up. Look at me, look at me. Your body is beautiful, just as it is. Hey, hear me when I say that. Because I mean it."

"The way I feel with you, it's like nothing I've ever felt. And that is such a gift. There's no pretense with you, no fear. No walls. I can show you all of me, even the parts that aren't so pretty, and it still feels right. And easy. I feel known, when I'm with you. In a different world that might be scary, but with you, it's not. Because it's you."

"You meet me in the middle. You open yourself up not just to me but to your own feelings and you let me see them and that's an amazing fucking thing."

"Everything with you just feels... safe. And honest. And it's been a long time since it felt like that. I meant it when I said you feel like home. You feel like... sunlight, on an easy day. That warmth and that comfort. Gentle and all around. It's you. And I'm so grateful for that. I love you, Darlin."

Alright, if you got this far, thanks for sticking around... or for scrolling through all that mess. They're broken down by video because I literally ran into the character limit for a single block while making the list. I've been writing this post for literally nearly two hours, so I'm wrapping it up here.

#redacted asmr #redacted sam #redacted darlin #rens redacted hand series #ren reduxes #do i still have an art tag? #ren rambles #sam my beloved #ren rambles a lot in this one tbh... #like.....SO MUCH #i said self call out on this one folks #enjoyyyyy

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FAWY Minis | Ch. 3 (Sam and Seb alt. POV)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Notes: This one happens after the first saloon meeting, but isn’t necessarily in any specific chapter(s). :) Enjoy and take care x

Edit: Please check my comments on this!! (and be sure to read in order, since they seemed to post out of it on my end :’D)

Falling Away With You (main story)

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—SAM POV—

Every Saturday, if his work can spare it, Sebastian comes over and we just jam for a bit. Sometimes we play games too, and usually we spend some time out by the river so he can get his smokes in. But mostly, the first day of our weekends are spent in my room. Doing the same things we always do. It’s fun, though! Personally, I wouldn’t change a thing about it.

But this time, I have no plans for music or games or food or smoking anything. I’ve got some stuff to try and work out. Stuff that I’m pretty sure I could only really talk to Seb about.

Ever since we met (y/n) last night, my mind has been racing. I haven’t felt this way about someone in… ha, since when I caught feelings for him, back in the day. 

Lucky for me, I saw her again this morning. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, shining alongside her (s/c) skin in the bright sun. More of her body was out in the open, thus blessing my eyes with her figure. She was wearing a cropped black tank top that fit snug to her torso with some baggy, half-buttoned, brown denim overalls on top. Her rubber boots were covered in mud. Brave of her to do farm work, which I’m assuming is the reason for the mess, after all the rain we got yesterday. 

(Y/n) said she was on her way over to Mayor Lewis’ place to ask how shipping boxes work, but I gave her the run-down instead. I’ve learned it a million times just by observing Pierre over at Abby’s house, so I’d like to think I’m a trustworthy enough source! (And I totally just wanted an excuse to talk to her some more. I won’t even lie.)

The way she smiled when she saw me could light up a whole room. The way her hair bounced a little every time she nodded was adorable. The way I could basically see her mentally taking notes about pick-up times and whatnot made me wanna laugh so hard, but I stopped myself, worried that it would embarrass her. Every time she did get embarrassed, or stuttered, or whatever, I wanted to kiss her cheeks to see if her blush made them feel as warm as they looked.

She’s… just so freaking adorable in every sense of the word. Like a little puppy, in a way. 

I thought for sure (y/n) would dip when she was finished getting my help, but she stuck around for a bit. She’s clearly got anxiety or something based on her mannerisms, and seems shy without alcohol in her system, so I was shocked. Her willingness to get to know me better, one-on-one, even for only a few minutes made me feel like I could land any kickflip if I tried.

Well… I did try, and she was there to see me fail almost every one, because it was hard to concentrate with her watching me so intently. 

I flop onto my bed and hug a pillow to myself, groaning into the fabric.

Should I make a move right away? Or is that too creepy? Should I just wait and see how this plays out? What if we become friends, and when I eventually do try to shmooze her, she thinks I’ve been using her? That wouldn’t be good.

Also, how would Seb feel if I tried anything? He seems to have taken a liking to (y/n) too. I dunno if I should get in the way of that. ‘Cause I mean, sure, we’ve both messed around with people every now and then, but I’ve always had more success with landing short- and long-term flings than him.

Or, at the very least, I’ve always been more eager about it… Seb probably manages to attract more chicks than I do, but he rarely shows interest back. 

I’m so used to Seb’s presence by now that I recognize his footsteps when he lets himself in. Too lazy to move, I half-shout, half-sing, “Come onnn in,” once I hear him making his way to my room. The door flings open, and without explanation, I begin airing my troubles to the poor guy.

“Man, I’ve got it sooo baaad.”

“Oh yeah?” he chuckles, tossing a Joja Cola at my stomach. “What’s this about?”

My eyes leave their spot on the ceiling and lock into his. “(Y/n)!” Seb raises a knowing brow at me, opening and sipping his canned coffee. “She’s so cool, dude!” 

He shrugs and nods back at me. “Yeah, she is.” I sit up and crack into my drink, while Seb claims the chair in front of my computer. “You gonna make a move on ‘er?” He casually asks.

“I dunno. I don’t wanna scare her off, or something.” I sigh, flicking around the tab on my can. I accidentally loosen it too much, and it falls into my soda with a plink. I take another sip anyway. “I also, uh…” I rub the back of my neck. “I’ve noticed that you seem to like her a bit too. So I don’t want to throw a wrench in your plans.”

Seb smirks. “I didn’t have any ‘plans.’” I let out a sigh of relief, but my heart sinks when he adds, “Although, I do think she’s really cool. Fuckin’ cute, too...”

“Crud. Want me to back off?” 

“Nah. You know me. I still gotta get more of a feel for her, before committing to anything.” He grins and leans over, elbows on his knees, and can lazily dangling from his non-dominant hand. “She’s really easy to talk to, though. It’s nice. I dunno what it is about her…” Seb’s lips twitch into a lopsided smile, as if he’s trying to hide how much he’s into her already. It’s so obvious. “Maybe it’s ‘cause we have a lot in common, maybe it’s just wishful thinking.”

I grin, shaking my head as I reminisce about this morning. “No, I get ya. She definitely has a… cozy? I guess? kind of vibe to her.” 

Seb sighs, and brings his eyes to mine. “How about this: Whoever gets her first, gets her. That sound fair to you?” 

He reaches out with his free palm to shake mine, wiggling his skinny coder fingers to entice me. Wiggling his eyebrows up and down too. I snort at the motion and go in for the handshake. “It’s a deal.”

“Just don’t try to make it a race. Wouldn’t be fair to (y/n).”

“‘Course not. I’d never.”

“You would,” he playfully rolls his eyes. “It’s literally happened before.” 

“Whateverrr.” 

Our conversation fizzles away, but I can’t bear the silence. Too awkward. “Y’know, I ran into her today. She seemed real into my skating tricks.”

Seb furrows his brows and tilts his head. He teases, “By tricks, do you mean your 80,000 daily kick flips?” 

“Shut up! I know more than just kick flips.”

“Ah. Gotcha. What do you call falling flat on your ass after fucking up a kick flip, then?”

“I didn’t do that!” I did do that.

“Wait, waitwaitwait.” Seb points at me. “Is this your way of trying to brag to me that you hung out with (y/n) some more, and I didn’t?”

“And that she thinks I’m the greatest skater in the world,” I correct him.

“Yikes,” he laughs, “You’re delusionally down bad for a girl you just met. Sooo fuckin’ sad...”

I chug the rest of my cola, just to crumple up the can and throw it at him. He laughs as he swats it away midair. I wish I looked that cool. I gotta seem cool… Oh!

“I saw her midriff and you didn’t.” 

Seb slow-claps, mouth agape. “Wow, you see shoulders too? Didn’t know we were dealing with such a harlot.” 

“Shut up! Her sides and what little of her stomach that I saw are hot, is all I was getting at.”

—SEB POV—

If her stomach’s as nice as her legs are, then he might be onto something… can’t let him know that.

“Good god, Samson,” I murmur. His kryptonite. I accidentally drew out his full name like that once while we dated, and ever since then, he blushes every damn time I replicate it. It’s very useful. “You sound like a pre-teen.”

“D-don’t call me that, dude!” he practically squeals, cheeks ablaze. Told ya. Works like a charm.

“Then stop being a creep. What happens if she wears a bathing suit to the luau next season? You gonna cream your pants?”

“I hope not…”

“Nasty.”

We go along with our usual routine from then-on. Sam and I play some music, order some food, and game for a bit. (Y/n) seems nerdy. I wonder if she’s into any of the same video games that I play... Thinkin’ about the possibility secures me as an easy kill for one of the enemy team members. The final kill, to be exact. When the kill cam exposes me and Sam questions why I’d stopped moving, I just brush it off as if I was zoning out.

Within the hour, I decide to head back home. It’s a bit early, all things considered – only 6 – but I just wanna be alone for a while. I light up a cigarette the second I’m in the front doorframe, earning a mean scowl from Jodi, who’s making her way inside simultaneously. I shoot her a wink as her shoulder bumps my bicep, ‘cause I know she hates ‘em, and then bring my vision forward. As I turn the corner past Emily and Haley’s house, I slow to a halt, eyes landing on a familiarly short figure carrying a takeout bag away from the Stardrop. 

(Y/n)’s wearing a crop top and some baggy gray sweatpants, with black combat boots beneath it all. I wonder if this is what Sam saw her in, too… No wonder he was practically drooling while thinking back at their interaction. She’s stunning. Her hair is down, and looks pretty wet, as if she’d showered before leaving the house and didn’t bother to dry it. 

She’s checking her spoils as she walks. Probably wants to make sure Gus got her order right. My heart skips as (y/n) missteps and nearly wipes out. I silently thank Yoba when (y/n) saves herself, but as she looks around to see if anyone witnessed her near-death experience, she finds me watching her.

Fuck.

I can imagine I look just as awkward as she feels. Her face is completely red, and the poor girl looks like a deer in headlights. I feel heat creep up my cheeks as well, realizing that I still haven’t addressed the fact that I’m just watching her.

“You alright?” I shout, a playful hint in my tone, as I approach. Hoping it’ll ease any of her tension.

“Y-yeah!” she stutters out. 

It sounds like (y/n) tried raising her voice for me to hear, but she just isn’t very good at… being loud, I guess. That, or she’s too shy to speak up more. Cute. She fidgets with the handles of the plastic bag in her hands, and won’t meet my eye now that I’m closer. 

“How are you?” she meekly asks, glimpsing at me for just a second.

I thought she’d nope outta here right away. Hopefully she doesn’t feel obligated to talk, just ‘cause I met up with her. 

“I’m alright,” I grin down at her, even though she isn’t looking. “You?”

She nods. “Me too,” she responds, her lips curling into a smile. She bravely meets my gaze again. Why do I feel proud of her for holding it? “I’m, uh... I’m gonna get going,” (y/n) says. “Had a long day.” “Sure, don’t let me keep ya.” As I walk past her, I wave, and she turns to face me so she can return it. Still looking up at me with her pretty, bright, (e/c) eyes; rosy cheeks; and an adorable, lazy grin. Fuck. “I’ll see you around, (y/n).” 

“See ya, Sebastian.”

Hearing my name roll off (y/n)’s tongue so easily short circuits my brain for a sec. Her voice is so nice. She’s so nice. I’m not used to clicking with someone so easily… It’s not often that I have a strong opinion on someone so soon after meeting ‘em either. 

What is it about this girl that’s so special? 

I run a hand through my hair and heave out a sigh, tossing my finished cigarette into the dirt next to the river. Can’t even do that without feeling guilty anymore. (Y/n) calling me a “litterbug” last night echoes through my mind like my very own shoulder angel. I puff my cheeks, hoping a more exaggerated sigh will relieve me of these feelings. But who am I kidding. I’ve got it just as bad as Sam. I tore him a new one for simping so hard, and now here I am.

When I approach the house, I hear mom call out a greeting to me from her usual evening spot on the mountainside with Demetrius. I return it, and head indoors and down to my room, promptly drowning myself in a module that’s not due ‘til Wednesday. If breathing exercises and a long, scenic walk home won’t help get (y/n) out of my head, then maybe this will.

#FAWY #sdv #stardew valley #sdv fan fiction #stardew fanfic #sve #stardew valley expanded #sebastian x reader #stardew sebastian #sdv sebastian #stardew #stardew valley fanfic #sebastian #sdv sam #stardew sam #sam stardew valley #sebastian stardew

[bbyboybucket]

For the ask game - 1, 3, 14, 20, 21, 42

Thanks for asking love 😚

1. ONE SHOTS. I can’t do multi chapter. Even way back in my early fanfic days, I would try to do them and then I’d just never finish them, I’d never update again. For me, they start strong and with every chapter the quality greatly declines. And even if I do finish a multi chapter, it’ll be deleted in like a month bc I’ll hate it so much 😂 I just stay far away from them

3. I’m a lazy writer most of the time 😭. Usually either I’m day dreaming about a scenario or I just have vague idea/headcanon. And I mean sometimes it is VAGUE, like borderline nothing. Then I think to myself “hmmm. this could maybe be entertaining to other people.” Then I brainstorm how to turn it into a story and make a little note of the important stuff I wanna include, or if I’m feeling fancy I do an outline. Then I write all the fun stuff or whatever pops first up in my stream of consciousness, and then I go back in later and connect the all dots lol.

14. When I do emotional stuff, I definitely do draw from experience sometimes but I always try to put myself in whatever characters shoes and try to imagine that feeling. But I only base off myself to an extent because you know, you have to go off of your character’s personality and obviously how I feel things is different than what they would.

But I draw from sympathy a lot too? Like I kinda think about what would make me wanna comfort them the most 😂 Another thing when it comes to emotional writing is I try to mix in an objective stand point, if that makes sense? I feel like I need to do that to keep things grounded and from being over dramatized, but I def still get carried away sometimes 😂

I feel like none of this answer made sense so I hope you kinda get what I’m saying lol

20. I definitely have my things. I write friends to lovers so much it’s my staple. Wether it’s self insert or a ship, I always do it. I do banter a lot, even if it’s just a little bit off the top of my head and half-assed, banter always makes an appearance. I haven’t reread my own stuff in a while, so I can’t think of specifics but I know for sure that there’s words and phrases that I reuse a lot.

21. I’ve honestly never really thought about it before but I probably would be open to it bc two heads are better than one. Especially since I hold myself back bc my weakness is more plot intensive things, I usually can only come up with half the idea, so I definitely feel like I’d enjoy mixing my half with someone else’s. I also just think it’d be fun because it’d be catered to me but it’d feel fresh because parts of it would come from another person

42. Holding Onto You by SunsetMaiden. It’s so very cute and sweet, it’s very domestic and I think they write both Sam and Bucky very well, so I def do recommend. Sadly I couldn’t get the link to work though 😔

#ask games #asks

[philtstone]

Bucky, 5

#5 -- barefoot in the kitchen so there were like 3 separate directions i could take this prompt and i cycled through a few of them before landing here -- one version got mostly written and then tumblr ATE it, which may have contributed to the sudden left turn into Big Angst territory -- and, basically, i am just throwing this out there and trying not to overthink it. the prompt is supposed to be bucky centric. for context, this ficlet is a direct follow up to this chapter of "all i wanna do is wash your clothes", in which an old hydra lab record of bucky's reconditioning process gets leaked onto the internet for 24 hours. i dont want to colour the fic in the wrong light but pls note this is rated a hard t and involves a pretty involved panic attack and mentions of dissociation and mild/momentary hallucinations. a lot of this thing attempted to be an exercise in show don't tell, which may have worked OR may have turned it into a collection of moments in a trench coat with no clear through line. sorry in advance for the angst, i am not a licensed mental health professional but do have a healthcare background, bucky is an unreliable narrator with specific opinions on and understandings of his issues, and i hope u enjoy. also, apparently without a shred of context i decided to really commit to the blade references? idk, it's almost halloween. <3

The difference between wisdom and paranoia, Bucky’s always said, is knowing when to leave the house.

Well — he hasn’t always said it. But in the past seven years or so, it’s definitely come up.

He’s not a recluse, is the point that he makes to Sarah, three days before the Trader Joe's Incident. It’s just you can never be too careful these days. By you he means she and the boys because if he is paranoid about anything it’s dragging his horrors into their already complicated life.

Sarah says for the tenth time (it is really the second time, but it’s been implied plenty), “You’re not dragging anything anywhere. I invited you in, baby.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better,” Bucky mumbles, staring at the innocent salt shaker on the table like he’s trying to commune with it. “People do that with vampires and look where it gets them.”

“I thought Sam said that was a myth,” she says, buttering a piece of toast. “On account of the —”

“We agreed to not bring up that guy again.”

She grins sympathetically, and for a moment the surreal hell of their last week disappears. It is just Sarah and her cute cupcake-print pajamas (emblazoned with a cheesy sugar related pun across her breasts) and his own bare feet against the kitchen tile in the hour before bed.

“Because he gave you the heebie jeebies —” she starts, indulgent, and he knows she is smiling like that because they both could not deny he was a handsome bastard and also dressed like someone of of the Matrix, which Bucky has not yet seen, all to say added insult to the injury of Bucky’s seventeen-year-old phobias materializing out of nowhere.

“Sarah,” he says, and Sarah sighs. 

“B. We’ve been over this. I’ll tell you if it gets too much.”

“And, and this isn’t … too much?” This, the twenty-four hours in which she and the world were intimately exposed to Bucky’s tenure as some cross between Frankenstein’s monster and those rats scientists used to experiment on before research ethics boards were a thing. Also, his tenure as a killing machine. But at least that wasn’t in the video. 

Sarah hasn’t seen it. She says so, and he believes her. 

“I still think you need to be careful,” he continues, before she can reply. “People will want — well there’s fallout, anyway, and people talk – they talk, and they know you. You have a business to be thinking of—”

“Here,” Sarah says, “eat this.” She holds the toast out to him. She’s already had to sit down and talk to the boys about it, in detail, because people talk. She canceled a trip to the hair salon because people talk. She compared it to the first week after her husband died even though that was not the same thing at all.

Maybe folks gave pitying looks, but no one had been invited to hear Big Cass screaming in pain.

“You’re not listening to me,” Bucky says.

“I am listening. I’m also noticing that you skipped breakfast.” 

So did she. And he can see the strain under her eyes. Bucky points this out with a mulish edge so she takes a pointed bite of the toast and holds it back out.

Sighing, he takes it. Peach jam drips onto his fingers. The golden yellow colour of its syrup looks orange oozing over the black plating of his knuckles.

“Don’t overthink it,” Sarah says. “My motives are selfish here.”

“What motives,” Bucky asks, confused.

“Making sure you eat, baby. I like a man with meat on his bones.” She brushes the crumbs off her fingers while he looks at her, overcome with a complicated fondness that doesn’t undercut his fear, “It’s been seven days. Give it another ten and there’ll be a new thing. That’s what all the kids are talking about anyway, micro trending.” She pauses, cups his cheek, makes known his cue to squeeze her hand tightly in his own – “Hell if I know.”

And that is, in many ways, a good way of summarizing it.

Resilience is a weird thing. Dr. Naimi talks about it like stretching, like his brain is some strange variation on Kamala Khan’s whacky superpowers. You stretch to make up for how unsafe your situation feels, and some people can stretch a lot more than others. Bucky is, apparently, one of those people – they still haven’t figured out if it’s a him thing or a serum thing, though Dr. N talks about them like they’re all part of one whole – which has pros and cons. Pros: his laundry list of fucked up mental health issues is real, but not institutionalized headcase real (they spend twenty minutes reworking his phrasing on that one). Cons: sometimes, that makes it harder for him to notice that the stupid little rubber band in his head is about to reach its limit. Which is not fun. For anyone involved.

Bucky’s working on it. 

Working on it doesn’t necessarily mean fully figured it out.

On Wednesday Sarah is working late because there’s some issue with the freezer and Bucky looks into their own freezer and realizes that everyone forgot to get groceries this week – it seems he and Sarah are both inclined to skip over basic tasks like breakfast and groceries when they’re overly stressed. So he considers his week, and how relatively muted his anxieties have been, and how generally, it hasn’t been worse than any other weird week. He’s been sleeping poorly and has to force himself to pick up Sam’s daily calls sometimes (Sam calling daily is a new thing, for sure), but he’s okay. He knows everything that happened happened a long time ago. He knows there are people around who love him, and he knows he’s pretty okay at keeping them safe. Staying in the house would be more paranoia than it would be wisdom, and AJ is at Ms. Gloria’s doing his homework, so he and Cass go to Trader Joe’s. 

At first, everything is okay. That is a sentiment that changes pretty quickly.

“Milk,” Cass reads from their list, quoting Bucky’s own notes somewhat theatrically to him as they stalk the yellow-brown toned aisles. “‘Whole, not the stuff that tastes like water’.” 

The routine of it should be soothing, but Bucky is having a hard time not noticing how many people are looking at them. Paranoia, his brain supplies. Sarah said most people would forget the video within another week. Except, oh, that second week hasn’t passed yet, and it feels like everyone’s eyes are physically touching him.

Bucky wheels them over to the dairy aisle and grabs the milk. The dairy aisle is cold, and the milk carton under his right hand fingers is cold. He hates the cold. 

“Ummm … Mom said to get the block cheese cause we’ll get more use out of it …”

“Mom’s right,” Bucky says loudly. Focus. Four more items. Then they’ll be done. There’s an unfamiliar couple standing by the yogurt, pointing and whispering in a way that makes it clear they’ve thought just little enough about him they haven’t considered his superhuman hearing.

He tries to refocus on the squeaky wheel of their cart and drown everything else out. Quite suddenly he remembers that the medical cart in that room squeaked too. He can hear it skittering away because his elbow smashed into it, five minutes before his arm was locked down again, squeezed tightly under metal clamps. He only just stops himself from grabbing at his arm to rip off the clamps, which are momentarily, horrifyingly real in his memory. Also, squeaking sounds an awful lot like whimpering (not really, but the connection’s already made), and he –

“Elbow macaroni,” Cass reads aloud, over-enunciating. He’s standing closer to Bucky now, swinging one foot in and out as he directs them. Bucky locks confused eyes with an old woman examining the frozen pizzas and she shoots him a sympathetic look.

He blinks to look away from her and they’re standing in the juice and drinks aisle. 

Cass is jogging a little to catch up to him and looks confused.

“Macaroni,” he repeats, even slower than before.

Fuck.

“Macaroni,” Bucky says. Hadn’t be been going in that direction? He doesn’t remember turning in here. It feels like the whole goddamn Trader Joe’s is buzzing with people’s chatter. “Okay.”

“I can get it,” Cass says. He runs away before Bucky can say no, the word a panicked thing caught at the back of his throat. He needs to keep Cass safe. What if someone approaches him? What if someone demands – 

No. They’re in Delacroix. People gossip but they won’t hurt a kid. Except other kids, maybe – Cass has a shiner on his cheek from getting into a fight at school. Because of the goddamn video. Kids kept talking about it like it was an action movie or something – would it look like that? To other people? Bucky never watched it but he remembers it, sure. Under his skin. In the cracks of his head. He’d have thought horror movie. Maybe. But then, those are a big craze these days. Kids like the adrenaline. They were big in his day, too, only maybe he was just a chump and didn’t get the same kick outta them as everyone else.

Becky thought vampires were thrilling, for example. 

You didn’t drag anything anywhere, baby, I invited you in.

Fumbling, Bucky grabs the nearest bottle of tomato juice and focuses on reading every word on the label to himself. Then he translates every word on the label into Czech. And then Spanish. Xhosa next. They don’t have a word for zingy and Bucky realizes he is muttering zingy out loud over and over again with a frown on his face and the woman standing in the aisle next to him is shooting him covert, alarmed looks. She’s – Bucky’s brain lags – music teacher? Isn’t she the music teacher at Cass and AJ’s school?

“Got it!” Cass says, skidding back into his line of sight. 

They still don’t have half the items on their list, but Bucky manages to say, “Okay, c’mon,” in his steadiest voice and steers Cass and their cart towards the checkout. In the line, Bucky grips the handle of their cart so tightly it begins creaking and Cass has to touch his elbow to let him know. Violently, out of nowhere, the cart handle is a human trachea. Bucky yanks his hands away and nearly knocks over the little display of sugar free gum.

A few of the small colourful packets scatter to the ground like hacky sacks amidst the gasps of surrounding shoppers; Cass gets to his knees to pick them up.

“Sorry – sorry,” Bucky mutters, barely hearing himself. The buzz is louder than ever and his heart has started pounding. He’s terrified that someone who is not Cass is going to try to touch him and he’s going to freak the fuck out. He needs to get down and fix this. No – he needs to go up to the cash so they can get out of here –

“Next,” says the cashier. It’s Emily, sweet kid, Bucky knows her, she always grins when he comes through the line. Joe Langston hired her ‘cause she had good penmanship and could write up all the colourful chalk signs like no other TJ’s in the county. She smiles at him, rings through the two cheeses. Then the milk. Then the macaroni. She falters, distracted by the people whispering behind him in line. Cass isn’t even trying to hide the way he’s glaring, chin stuck out, so Bucky grabs his elbow and pulls him over and around to his other side. “Hey –!” Cass starts, and vaguely Bucky recognizes them from some church function Sarah helped out at, middle-aged and light skinned and probably the most average people in the world, morally speaking, but they aren’t even trying to hide the way they’re looking at him. 

He needs it to stop. The words please stop nearly crawl out of his mouth and at the last second Bucky bites down on them, because they’re too much like – they’re just like when – his skin crawls, then prickles, then hurts outright, all the way up to the base of his scalp, and then it’s gone. He doesn’t understand it. He went to the tackle shop two days ago and people looked and pitied and shied away and it was nothing like this. Someone even said something inane like mad respect, dude, and Bucky had been able to handle it.

“Twenty-four thirty,” Emily says, turning the card reader towards him. Her uniform shirt is way too big even on her chubby frame and her eyelash extensions curl ludicrously up and down at him over freckled cheeks. The door of the management room on the other side of cash opens and closes and a larger figure walks over to them, framed by the too-colourful background of sunflowers and orchids, encroaching on Bucky’s consciousness. And those chalk signs, with Emily’s loopy script all over them. “You got your discount cards, Mr. Barnes?”

Right – Emily would remember, because Emily helped him set them up, and is going through her little routine like Bucky isn’t having a full-blown psychotic episode for the first time in months in the middle of the Trader Joe’s –

“Discount,” Bucky manages, even though it’s getting harder to breathe. He resists the urge to clamp his hands over his head, like that will somehow make things stop. This is the worst it’s been in ages. Maybe even never, here, in Delacroix. No – Sarah’s shed, one time. That was really early on. He had a meltdown in Sarah’s shed because it was too dark and something caught against his neck and that was somehow much stupider than this, so surely he’s grown, he’ll have to tell his therapist but the idea of calling feels like this impossible hill to climb right now and Sarah’s been doing so well living through this, all of this, like she is okay with it all, but she’s not, of course she is not, he notices how she can’t go through the day without touching him so many times and maybe that’s her own way of working through things and maybe she needs a therapist too and that would be his fault just like Cass’s goose egg is his fault and –

“If we can please afford our fellow shoppers some basic human dignity,” says Joe Langston’s deep, carrying voice, out of nowhere, over the top of Emily’s head. 

Oh. It was him who came out of the management room. Joe rarely snaps but there is a clear edge to his tone just there. The buzz of the check out line vanishes instantly. Joe’s standing, as usual, the tallest person in the room, both arms crossed over his wide torso above the slight curve of his belly. In the periphery of his blurry vision Bucky can sense the way one person’s mouth is opening and closing like a stupefied fish. Joe leans forward and Emily looks relieved.

He says, like he would say anything else,

“You payin’ with card or cash, B?”

“Card,” Cass supplies quietly, his teenaged voice a little raspy, when Bucky doesn’t immediately respond. “Thanks, Mr. Langston.”

“No problem, son. You let your uncle take his time.”

In the quiet, Bucky reaches into his pocket and fumbles with his wallet. His hands are shaking so badly it takes three tries to tug the credit card out.

“Take your time,” Joe says again. He adds, more quietly, “You know what to take off, Em, you don’t need the discount cards.”

“Right – right.”

Bucky puts the little tags for the veteran’s discount onto the cheap plastic laminate anyway. 

In five minutes, they are back in the car. Once both doors are slammed shut around them, blocking out the world, Bucky puts his forehead against the tacky curve of the pickup’s wheel and takes as many long, shaky breaths as he can. His shoulders hurt and the back of his t-shirt feels damp with sweat. Slowly, the cacophony dies down. The truck’s solid beneath him, reminding him only of itself and nothing else. The inside of the car is warm, and that helps bleed some of the tension out of his frame.

Cass, in the passenger’s seat, remains totally silent.  

When his breathing has returned to normal Bucky sits up a little, elbows leaning against the wheel, and rubs a hand over his eyes, then his mouth, then up and into his hair. He can’t help but notice now, after everything, that he had strode into the Trader Joe’s in just a t-shirt covering his arms without even thinking about it.

“Hey,” he says, his voice quiet but not hoarse. Somehow he was expecting it to be torn up and overused. It is instead the same as it often sounds, if maybe a little weak. “Cass. Buddy, I’m sorry, we’re gonna have to wait another couple minutes. I don’t think I’m okay to drive yet.”

Cass nods, his bony shoulders turned in, his knees pulling up so the heels of his sneakers rest against the dash. “It’s okay.” After a minute, he adds wisely, “Mom says Titi Joan once got into an accident ‘cause she was drivin’ over to whoop her ex-boyfriend’s ass, and she was so worked up she drove right into Mrs. Thomas’s pool.”

Bucky huffs out a breath that isn’t quite a laugh; he has indeed heard this story. It’s a family classic, mostly because no one actually got hurt. He doesn’t bother to correct the shameless use of ass, and instead focuses on taking stock of his body. Everything seems to be functioning as normal. He has a mild headache, but his heart rate’s gone down, mostly. He’ll need a shower when they get home. Only after all of this does he say,

“Cass. Are you okay?”

Cass doesn’t answer at first, only tilts his head in a way very reminiscent of his mother. His sweet face has gotten pimply in the last couple months, and the bruise on his cheek swells purple beneath the dark plastic frames of his new glasses. Pretty soon Cass’ll be nearly as tall as Bucky is – maybe even taller. He’s seen old pictures, after all. 

“Yeah,” Cass says finally, shrugging. “You didn’t do anything too weird. Except when you forgot where the macaroni aisle was.” Bucky can’t help but smile a little crookedly even though the muscles in his face feel all wrung out. Cass adds, hesitant, “This was a brain thing, right?”

Bucky looks up at the ceiling of the car. “A little bit.”

“‘Cause sometimes people’s brains can freak out, like, without expecting it, if bad shit’s happened before. That’s what you told us, right?”

This time, Bucky raises two eyebrows instinctively. 

“Bad shit, huh?”

“Bad stuff,” says Cass, rolling his eyes.

Bucky inhales again, his chest filling and expanding with it. The car smells like coconut, like Sarah’s lotion really, and a little bit like fish. It always smells like fish around here. Even when it’s cold, it smells salty, and it was never like that before. His muscles are still a little shaky, but getting better by the minute. “Yeah,” he says aloud, to Cass. “Yeah, exactly. Cass –”

But Cass is already nodding. “Okay. Can I practice how to shift gears again while we’re waiting?”

Bucky unbuckles his seatbelt and motions for him to come around while he elbows the door open. The cheese is gonna get squishy in the back but there’s nothing else to do but wait. The air outside is fresh even as it's muggy, and his boots hit the gravel of the parking lot while Cass scrambles out of his own seat and walks around, making the truck groan a little on its raised wheels. He meets Bucky at around where the headlights are, on their way to switch seats. Unprompted, Cass wraps him in a tight hug, one that is just sudden and clingy enough it suggests comfort is needed more than comfort is being given.

Bucky hugs him back, presses his face down into the textured crown of Cass’s head, and lets him stay there for as long as he needs.

#my writing #bucky barnes #sarah wilson #cass wilson #the falcon and the winter soldier #bucky x sarah #sarahbucky #fleur de louve #tfatws #marvel #taylor swift prompt meme #i found a dream #i know i could tag this as bucky barnes whump and get a lot of readership but on principle i refuse to do that #also i hope it's clear that buckys episode is a lot Louder in his own head than it is from cass's perspective

[thicchaco]

Naw, see this is what I'm talking about! Y'all really are shady as hell on Tumblr but wanna act so friendly in the discords. That's what's funny to me, personally!

I actually don't feel called out or criticised take my trauma to therapy like an adult unlike other people here. I was minding my black business until I saw y'all had said something absolutely out of pocket and I thought "oh I think not on this delightful Monday". Sounds like you specifically are feeling a little defensive though nonomyre.

I just think it's wild, y'know really wild, that you've determined that a character who's never spoken is abusive...? Cause you fully said people vilifying Vincent as a takes that missed (or in my words, wack ass takes) but like... Alexis being vilified isn't a weird take to you? But people making Cutie an abuser IS? that's just wild like make it make sense? The cognitive dissonance is really strong, huh? Like Vincent gets to be complex? Cutie, who for all intents and purposes abused someone's trust and crossed their boundaries, gets to be complex? But Alexis doesn't????

"I'll admit some projection" SOME? Some sweetheart? We've never heard this character talk outside of imperium (not canon) and really the most anyone's talked about Alexis had been Sam. You know.... The ex? Don't get me wrong I love Sam Collins like I love long walks on the beach and rechargable vibrators (which is to say A LOT) but... You're only gonna hear one side of the story of an admittedly very messy break up? Okayyyy....

Like... If Lovely said "no" to being turned, and then lovely was dead, gone, do not pass go do not collect $200, y'all are saying you honestly wouldn't have had something to say about it? That Vincent should have let them die? Interesting.

Y'all are saying if you had the opportunity to save someone you cared for deeply, someone whose life was in jeopardy and you could fix it right then and they said no, that you'd let them die? Because that's a really fucking hard decision to make, to decide whether you should or shouldn't save someone. I mean maybe y'all are really staunch supporters of DNRs in which case I'm glad you're very passionate about medical law, but Alexis wasn't a medical professional.

God, we barely know anything about her and your "facts" are as much projection as my thoughts of her being nuanced!

It's not like Kody's limp dick busted ass, which is someone consciously choosing to take advantage of someone else because they can and they have power. We don't know for sure WHAT the situation even WAS! Because all we heard was from Sam! Who is very deep in it and obviously is not objective, and that's fine because his life was altered forever. He's got like... All the skin in the game. And his feelings are absolutely valid because it isn't what he wanted and not only did he feel betrayed but like he didn't get the chance to try. I hear that.

But bro... The bare minimum evidence does not suggest to me that Alexis is a horrible person who was trying to control Sam. I didn't write Alexis, sure, so I don't know for sure, but I'm pretty fucking good at reading between the lines as any critical examination of literature requires. I'm also pretty fucking good at reading people and figuring out the difference between someone's memory and subjective experience versus what actually happened. I've been trained, I'm literally being trained again, it's a clinical skill I have to use every day.

If you want Alexis to be an abuser and a bad person Just Because, that's cool because it obviously means something to you. But saying that's a fact and not actually your own conjecture based on the content, the way you read it, your experiences, and your own projection.... That's the part I take issue with. You're shutting down other people's interpretations by saying they're not right but you are which... Is interesting. You get to be the expert and ultimate decider on Alexis? Interesting.

I guess we really must be listening to different YouTube videos.

Anyway the whole thing is very telling about how y'all act direct vs indirect. Like you can say you're not subtweeting but... ion know about that one chief. Block me, it's fine. Block my bestie who literally didn't do anything, but you've been actin real shady towards as well, okay. But you're not gonna talk shit, say you're not talking shit, and act like you're sitting here innocently with these honestly weak ass takes. You put it in the tag, you brought it to the world and unfortunately for you I witnessed you dishing shit on Al Gore's unholy internet, but now you can't take the criticism back?

Your victim identification is showing, and it's telling, that's all I have to say on that. 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️😬😬

#redacted audio #redactedasmr #redacted asmr #redacted #every day i come onto the internet to see some wild ass shit thats whats crazy #dont subtweet and expect no consequences yall... you finna fuck around and find the fuck out #could NOT be me lmao ill say it to your face like an adult #mmm.... embarrassing. anyway imma go back to what i was doing #dont fuck with people in public and i will continue to mind my darkie business in peace #its the shadiness for me.... “i wasn't talking about anyone particularly” no one #really... no one? ok. #anyway as usual redacted fandom i am here to call out the wack ass shit i be seeing with my poor eyes #anywayyy im going to go look at the 18000 emails my students sent me so im done. unless you start more shit then expect me back

[sastiel-is-my-serotonin]

Okay, well, my blog is getting depressing. So I wanna talk about fics!

Specifically some old fic ideas I've been working on with new inspirations:

Pity The Saved, Not The Damned, which has three chapters uploaded already. Sam is on a suicide mission to keep Lucifer locked in his mind and has turned to magic to do so. I'm using it as an excuse to write witch!Sam. I mashed a lot of ideas together for this. Like Sam trying to keep the devil at bay while he's stuck in his kind nearly all the time. Witch!Sam but in earlier seasons where not every witch he meets ends up dead. Which is funny considering how the fic starts, but hey, she's an outlier. Something that hasn't come up yet is despite not drinking any demon blood, Sam's powers are still there and emotions bring them out quite strongly. Oh, and Sam trying to keep an empty mind, clear of thoughts around Lucifer so he can't use them against him is a big one I've wanted to play around with and have. Lots of little ideas like that I've sort of taken and molded into one story and it's really satisfying to write. Although it is a darker fic than I typically write. If you read it, listen to the warnings please.

Don't have a name for it yet but a fic where Sam offers to marry Castiel who is about to be forced home if he doesn't because of a deal he made with his mother Naomi. Castiel said no at first because it's not something that'll go away, he can't marry and then divorce. The moment he's single again, Naomi's clause goes back into effect. So it's for life and that's not something Castiel can ask for from Sam. They talk it out and Castiel agrees as long as Sam promises if he finds someone he wants to be with, they call it off. He doesn't want to trap Sam in a loveless marriage the way all his siblings are. However, fun fact about Sam, he's aro but doesn't have the name for it. He just knows he's tired of trying to find romance and he'll do anything for Castiel. And perhaps Sam's not the only who may be aro, I mean there's a reason Castiel couldn't find anyone to marry, and it wasn't because he wasn't trying. This idea I've played around for awhile but there were certain things that didn't make sense. But as I'm going back with a different perspective on why Sam's so okay with this and why Castiel didn't argue for his own love, it makes more sense you know? They love and care about each other for sure, why else would they agree to such a commitment, but it's not the love everyone expects. They're still figuring it all out and they might not have the right words to describe it but it feels right. In their own way.

I started working on a fic where Sam's forced upon relapsing and Castiel can't watch Sam suffer and offers his own blood as a way to detox. Knowing Dean's way could and most likely would kill Sam. It takes a few sessions for Sam to detox. And even after that Castiel offers it to Sam when he notices Sam's trembles and when his thirst is about to interfere with hunting. Sometimes, they have sessions when it just seems like the right thing to do. With unexpected side effects of Sam being able to diminish angels grace and ultimately kill angels. And this is found out when Sam kills Lucifer in the cage. After not being able to take anymore of the torture and it's out desperation to get it to stop. Swan Song remains the same but when Castiel comes to try and pull Sam out of the cage at a later date, Sam refuses to leave and asks for Adam to go instead. Castiel finds a way to get all of them to go, Michael included, but Sam still refuses. Broken from the torture, what Lucifer did while his vessel was on Earth. There's simply too much blood on his hands. And while Michael and Castiel believe Sam diminished Lucifer's grace into nothing but Sam can feel it flowing through his veins. He had no control over where it went he was trying to get Lucifer to stop, he didn't want to consume it, he wanted it destroyed. Any trace of him should be gone. And yet, it resides in Sam with nowhere to go. Just like Sam. He has no place on Earth, no place in Hell that would fit better than the cage, and he certainly has no place in Heaven. So why would he leave when he has a spot carved out for him? So Castiel regretfully leaves but returns and tries to get Sam to come with him every time but Sam doesn't budge. (Recently posted dialogue of a fic and I want to incorporate it into this, where Sam basically sings and begs Castiel to kill him and Castiel continously refuses. That's essentially this portion.) Still working on the conclusion.

There's some more that I've worked on a little but want to write more of.

Dean and Cassie, how they met. Dean tried to impress her but failed miserably and she took pity on the guy. Dean didn't expect anything to come from it, but damn, he fell for her and he fell hard.

Another one for those two I'd like to do one where both of them are reminiscing at the same time despite being so far apart.

Also, one of their argument when Dean told her the truth. I can't find it at the moment but I'm pretty sure I wrote it so she gives him the benefit of the doubt or at least tries. Just never finished and now I can't find it.

A fun silly one is Jack Kline and Peter Parker meeting again and Peter introducing Jack to churros after a patrol because he was craving them. He was just going to leave the craving be but once he found out Jack didn't even know what they are he had to get one for him. It was his superhero duty to do so.

Oh, and the Lily Baker fic, I actually got further in that one. It's about her girlfriend and her where they play the game where you are saying the alphabet like A for apple, and b for banana, but it's the first thing that comes to mind for each letter. If that makes sense. Bad summary but it's just happy girlfriends that get a nice moment to themselves.

Speaking of girlfriends, there's an old fic idea where Meg doesn't die and her and Eileen cross paths when Eileen is being hunted by Hell hounds. Meg saves her out of curiosity of her situation. And to her surprise, they're looking for the same group of people. The Winchesters and Meg's Unicorn. Eileen for safety. And technically Meg wants the same thing but overall she misses Castiel. They join alliances out of necessity as Eileen saves Meg when she was on the fence of helping her further. And they need to move quickly because not only is Crowley questioning if she's truly dead, The Men of Letters are aware that their pets are dead and Eileen is still alive on the run. As they work together Meg regrets her decision knowing how fond she is of Eileen and Eileen keeps having to reminder herself she's a demon. Even after they manage to make it to the bunker, they're still thinking about each other... And keep "accidentally" running into each other. Megstiel and Saileen still happen but it expands it further.

Lots of ideas if you can't tell. There are still more I'm still figuring out lol. Hmm. I should become a writer or something. (I didn't even get into my ideas for OCs.)

#I'm always writing even if I don't post things #Also posting this because I need to reblog my other post #Like I said my blog is getting depressing and I don't like that #sam winchester #castiel #sastiel #samstiel #dean winchester #cassie robinson #jack kline #peter parker #meg masters #eileen leahy #lily baker #Lucifer #adam milligan #saileen #megstiel #deancassie #storyhunter