#listen I'm reeling at this connection right now and I just want him to be fucking happy

[autismprotocol]

TMAGP Theory Board (S1 EP 7)

Dang that episode was a RIDE Hope everyone had a relaxing week because after the newest protocol episode I am screaming!! so lets get right to it

What Happened in Episode 7: Give and Take

Celia seems to know something about the powers with her references to the buried and the flesh in the opening conversation with Alice

Celia recognizes Chester's voice!! since the introduction of Celia's last episode, I wanted to see how she would react to hearing Chester and Norris and we got that in this episode. It's safe to say that Celia recognized Chester's voice as Jon. This piece of evidence makes me almost 100% sure that this Celia is the same Celia/Lynne from Archives

Jon is Back!!! after Chester's statement (more on that later) we learn that Sam has been getting emails from someone named Jon. He also mentions it in an internal email. This helps support the theory that Jon and Chester/FR3-d1 are fused somehow which is what I (and a lot of the fandom) have been thinking. This leaves me with a lot of questions how else can Jon communicate through FR3-d1 with the outside world? Are Martin and Jonah sentient as well? Also, my big question is if this is the first time Jon has been able to signal to the OIAR Staff or if he has been trying to get them to listen since he manifested in the world and Sam was the first one to notice him or is this his first attempt to make contact. I'm interested to learn more about how Jon will continue to influence Sam. I think he's either trying to warn Sam about the OIAR's true intention or is he looking for some way to escape FR3-d1 and needs Sam's help.

This week's statement involved a place called Hilltop Centre branch of the Oxford people's trust. if you were like me and my roommate all your lore alert bells started ringing the moment Hilltop was mentioned. for people who are new to the Magnus Universe Hilltop Road is a major location for avatars (usually web-aligned ones) and also was the childhood home to the desolation avatar Agnes Montague. Hilltop is a big deal in TMA. Hilltop Centre being located in Oxford also lines up nicely with where we know Hilltop Road is located. I'm interested to know if we will hear anything about the house at 105 Hilltop Road being student housing because if that is true then we can connect the statement giver Anya Villette From MAG 114 to being from protocol's world. if that's true there could be a way to get to the Archive Universe through the gap in reality (a wormhole that exists where the house was built) Anyways definitely will have to listen for any more mention of a place called Hilltop in Oxford 

Gwen was promoted by Lena to external liaison and is officially "In" It's time to learn the OIAR's secrets! after doing some research into the job title of external liaison it seems that Gwen is almost gonna be acting as a messenger between the OIAR and another party which is unclear at this time. my guess is it has something to do with Starkwell which was the private military contractor that was mentioned in Episode 4 but that's just a guess and me trying to fit in pieces that have not found a snug place in the lore yet. could be someone else (I'd love to hear your thoughts)

Remember our Buddy Klaus from Episode 4 who we thought was killed by Lena? turns out Klaus is still alive we learn through Gwen and Lena's conversation, that Lena was paid by someone to kill Klaus but failed.

Colin is more paranoid than ever! could be because of the eye or the institute but he does not want to be near technology right now.

Ooh boy that was a lot I'm still reeling from this episode so I'll leave it there for now. honesty I'm most stoked to hear Jon's back in the story and excited to see what role he'll play in Protocol.

Hope you guys have a wonderful week ask box and comments are always open and I'll be back next week for the episode 8 debrief/theory crafting

-Echo

#augustus tmagp #chester tmagp #gwendolyn bouchard #jonathan sims #lena kelley #norris tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp #lena kelly #sam khalid #samama khalid #alice dyer #colin becher #hilltop road #tmagp spoilers #tmagp theory #chester and norris #celia ripley #klaus tmagp #fanart #theory board #martin blackwood #jonah magnus #the magnus pod

[heaven4lostgirls]

reconciliation (S.R)

pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader, billy russo x reader implied

warnings: angst, jealousy, kind of toxic?

summary: your conversation with steve has left him reeling to try and get you back, and you've just dropped the biggest blow to his chances of trying to win you back.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i'm really sorry this took so long to get out, uni has swamped me with work but here i am ig! maybe another update will get out during the weekend? dont hold me to that tho lmao

tags: @blackhawkfanatic , @buckys-wintersoldier , @witchychanel , @nicoline1998enilocin

part 1, part 2, part 3

You weren’t sure what you were expecting after your conversation with Steve if you could even call it that. It had been a couple of weeks and surely but surely you had started warming up to him again, it started with small nods in his direction as a greeting but that soon moved into small conversations. It had been a slow and torturous process for Steve, but he knew just as well as you did that, he was nowhere near even being able to exercise the ability to complain about his situation after what he had put you through.

The real heartbreak hit him when he realised, you’d been looking for apartments and job hunting, for some reason he had assumed that although you no longer joined the avengers for meeting briefings and were off the last few missions, you were just taking a break. Evidently, he was quite wrong, you had been spending your time responding to ‘work-related’ emails regarding a company called Anvil run by Billy Russo.

Now, Steve hardly kept up with any news that was not regarding his position as Captain America and very loosely he kept up with the NFL, so he knew next to nothing about Billy Russo until he was listening to your conversation with Tony in the kitchen.

You had walked in to make your breakfast and just as Steve and you had good morning to one another, Tony strolled through the open door on the phone with Pepper, adamantly in an argument with something to do with Tony’s public appearance at some gala.

“Pep-honey-, yes I understand but-“ Tony rolls his eyes and what Pepper says next and as you make your way to give him some privacy, he holds up his hands to make you wait and as your quirk an eyebrow, you lean against the kitchen counter waiting for the conversation to end. “Fine! Whatever you want! Just please don’t seat me next to that mayor” he pauses “yes! That one! He always smells like cheese” Tony shivers and you and Steve share a quick smile of amusement before you look away with flaming cheeks.

Tony hangs up the call and looks at you with a sly smile.

“Anvil huh?” he asks as he makes his way around you and Steve to the coffee machine, with a quick good morning to Steve, he looks at you expectantly.

“Oh, come off it Stark, I put in my two week notice ages ago, knowing Friday, he probably already told you when I applied” you reply with a joking eyeroll.

An automated voice floods through the system and you nearly jump out of your skin” I would never Miss Y/L/N” you’ve still got to get used to that. 

“Anvil?” Steve questions tersely with pursed lips, you can’t tell if it’s out of anger or worry.

“Yeah! It’s a private military firm and since I used to be in the Navy, Billy reached out to me and offered me a position as his personal assistant!” you reply enthusiastically and through your excitement, you fail to notice how Steve’s face falls and Tony’s eyes light up with humour.

“Billy huh?” Steve’s strained smile makes you pause for a second before Tony snorts into his coffee and as you turn to glare at him, he shrugs innocently.

“Yes. Billy. He asked me to call him that because we’ll be working together” you reply curtly and fight the urge to lash out at Steve and let him know he has no right to be jealous because he no longer has anything remotely more than friendship connecting the both of you.

“Doesn’t hurt that he’s good looking either” Tony remarks and yelps as you swiftly throw one of the knives near you towards the cupboards right next to his head.

You shake your head and move to leave the kitchen before you turn around to the both of them and remark “I shall now be going to set up a meeting time with my boss if that’s okay with you two idiots?” you smile sarcastically, and Tony just waves you off.

Steve frowns as he watches you leave with an ugly feeling of jealousy bubbling underneath his skin, he glares at the counter in front of him before his anger is interrupted by Tony’s voice floating through the silent room.

“You know, you were her boss once” he remarks, after he had comforted you as you sobbed in his arms, he had been particularly harsh and unwelcoming to Steve even though you had spoken to him about Steve trying to work whatever your relationship with him was.

“I’m aware” Steve responds as he grits his teeth whilst fighting the urge to break the granite counter under his fingertips. He scoots his chair out as he makes his way to ask Bucky to train with him, he’s got some anger to work out and Bucky is realistically the only person that could handle his full super soldier strength pummeling at them.

You had successfully set a meeting time to go over your contract with Billy with his current personal assistant since she’d be taking her maternity leave in the next couple of weeks.  Your mind had kept wondering to Steve’s reaction to you getting a new job, you understood his jealousy all too well since that wasn’t even the beginning of your deep-rooted jealousy and insecurities that affected you by Steve’s relationship with Sharon.

Still, you knew that it was no longer your responsibility to worry about his own emotions and how he coped with them. You no longer felt complied to comfort him whenever you saw his sorrowful longing gaze towards you whenever you walked into a room, or when hurt and pain flashes through his gaze whenever you referred to him as ‘Rogers’ in front of the others.

Meanwhile in the training room, instead of focusing on the hand-to-hand combat Steve had asked Bucky to help him with, he was basically interrogating his friend.

“What do you know about some guy called Billy Russo?” Steve panted as he tried to dodge Bucky’s jabs as he moves swiftly and quickly around the mat.

“Not much mate, just that he’s stinking rich for his age- hey! stop fucking jumping around like a goddamn bunny punk” Bucky huffs out at Steves insistent buoyancy.

“I’m just light on my feet!” Steve defends.

“Yeah, if you were on a fucking bouncy castle” Bucky rolls his eyes and winces as he doesn’t dodge Steve’s punch in time.

“Is he good looking?” Steve asks and Bucky has to pause to look at his friend with a weird expression. Steve just stands there with a serious expression and widens his eyes as if to say go on.

“Sure pal, the dude’s good looking, he was in that fuckin Forbes magazine for Millionaires under 30” Bucky says and watches as Steve loses focus, Bucky aims for his weak spot on his right shoulder and watches as his best friend collapses onto the mat, out of breath.

“What’s with all the questions punk?” Bucky frowns as he holds his hand out for Steve to take and as he pulls him up, he watches as his friend’s winces at the question.

“Y/N is going to work for him” Steve says and Bucky nods with a pitying smile on his face that Steve hates. He doesn’t want pity, he wants to fix this, except he doesn’t know how.

You’ve never looked better the past couple of weeks after yours and Steve’s separation, it’s almost as Steve was constantly sucking the life out of you and now you looked just as good as the first day, he met you.

He hates the idea of you going out into public and working under someone else just for someone to see what he once saw in you, now that he knew that you were unattainable for him at the current time but attainable for people like Billy fuckin Russo made him feel closer to possessive and feral than he’s ever felt.

“Then we’ve got work to do mate” Bucky slaps a hand on his shoulder as he maneuvers him out of, the room, chatting away about a plan to win y/n back. Steve is hardly listening and is planning to kill Billy Russo in 300 different ways before he’s even able to think about having a chance with you.

#juliwrites #mcu #marvel #billy russo #billy russo x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers hurt #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers hurt/comfort #steve rogers #tony stark #billy russo fanfic #biilly russo imagine

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

In The Beginning

Masterlist

(So I forgot that this episode is all Dean. So what I'm going to do is doing in 3rd Person and go along with the episode, with some things added in this. Hope you enjoy!)

*3rd Person POV*

In a motel, Dean and (y/n) were fast asleep. (Y/n) was on her side, her back to Dean's chest as he had her close to him, his left arm under her neck and his right arm drapped over her waist and his chin placed on the space where her neck and shoulder connected.

Sam, who was wide awake, gets up then pauses as he looks at them before leaving the room. A car pulls up and Sam gets in the passenger side, Ruby is driving. "Ready?" She asked him. "Definitely." Sam said and they drive off.

As he sleeps, Dean is dreaming and sees flashes of his terrified face, in red, and the sound of screams. He wakes, suddenly, to find Castiel sitting on his bed. "Hello, Dean. What were you dreaming about?" Castiel asked, plainly, then Dean looks over at (y/n), who didn't wake up. "She won't wake." Castiel said and Dean looks back at him.

"What did you do to her?" He asked, angrily. "Just put her in a deep sleep." Castiel said, plainly, and Dean glares at him. "What do you want?" he asked, annoyed. "Listen to me. You have to stop it." Castiel said. "Stop what?" Dean asked then Castiel puts two fingers to Dean's forehead.

"Move it buddy –" a voice ordered and Dean wakes up to see that he is outside on a bench, the voice belonging to a cop. "...you can't sleep here." said the officer. "Okay...sleep...where?" Dean asked with a groan as he sits up. "Anywhere but here." The officer said and he walks away.

Dean tries to make a call on his cell, but gets no signal. "Perfect." He growls and gets up. Moments later, he enters JAY BIRD's DINER and sits at the diner's counter next to a young dark haired man.

"Hey, where the hell am I?" Dean asked him. "Jay Bird's Diner." the man said. "Yeah, thanks. I mean, uh...city and state." Dean said. "Lawrence, Kansas." The young man replied and Dean is taken aback. "Lawrence." He said, shocked.

"Hey, you okay buddy?" The man asked Dean, concerned. "Yeah, tough night." Dean said as he shakes his head. The young man turns to the waiter and said. "Hey, uh, coffee here, Reg." 

"Okay, coming right up." Reg said while Dean pulls his cell phone from his pocket. "Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?" Dean asked and the man gives him a confused look. "The USS Enterprise?" The man asked with sarcasm. Dean looks at REG as he brings the coffee over and noticed he is dressed in 1970s hippie gear.

"Thanks...nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?" Dean said after accepting the coffee. "Sonny and Cher broke up?" The young man asked then Dean looks around the diner and notices everyone is dressed in 1970s-era clothes. He looks at the newspaper the young man is reading. The headline reads Nixon accepts resignation of top… and the date is Monday, April 30, 1973. Dean mouths the words Seventy three as another Man enters the diner.

"Hey, Winchester." the man calls out and Dean and the Young Man look around. The Man shakes the hand of the Young Man. "Son of a bitch. How you doing, Corporal?" The man asked. "Hey, Mr. D." The young man greets.

"I heard you were back." said the older man. "Yeah, a little while now." The young man said. "Good to have you home, John, damn good." The older man said and Dean's eyes widen at this, shocked.

"Dad?" he mutters.

"Well, say hello to your old man for me." the man said to John. "You got it, Mr. D." John said and he turns and notices Dean staring at him. "Do we know each other?" John asked him. "I guess not." Dean said then John gets up to leave. "Take it easy, pal." John said after putting Dean's shoulder then walks off. "Yeah." Dean said, his mind still reeling at what just happened.

Later, Dean was following John Winchester when he turns a corner and bumps into Castiel. "What is this?" Dean asked him. "What does it look like?" Castiel asked him and Dean looks around. "Is it real?" Dean asked. "Very." Castiel said.

"Okay, so what? Angels got their hands on some Deloreans?" Dean asked, sarcastically, and Castiel gives him a confused look. "How did I get here?" Dean asked him. "Time is fluid, Dean. It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion." Castiel replied.

"Well bend it back or tell me what the hell I'm doing here!" Dean yells, angrily. "I told you, you have to stop it." Castiel said. "Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after my Dad?" Dean asked. Then a car horn sounds out and he turns to it. When he turns back, Castiel is gone. "Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!" Dean growls, annoyed.

Later that day, at the Rainbow Motors Car Dealership, John was talking to a car salesman as they stand in front of a beige VW van. "A fine young man like yourself, just starting out? How about I take off another 250?" the salesman asked and John considers it for a moment.

"Let's do it." John said and the salesman smiles. "I'll get the paperwork." The salesman said and he walks off while John walks over to the front of the van and rubs the headlights.

"That's not the one you want." a voice said and John looks over and sees Dean leaning on a '67 Chevy Impala. "You following me?" John asked him, suspiciously. "No, no, I was just passing by. I never got to thank you for that cup of coffee this morning. I was a little out of it." Dean said. "More than a little." John chuckles.

"Let me repay the favor." Dean said and he pats the hood of the Impala. "This is the one you want." He said as John walks over to him. "Oh yeah, you – you know something about cars?" John asked. Dean nods his head and looks slightly nostalgic. "Yeah... yeah, my Dad taught me everything I know. And this – this is a great car." Dean said and opens the hood of the Impala and leans in. John joins him on the side of the car.

"327 four barrel, 275 horses. A little TLC and this thing is cherry." Dean said and John looks over, impressed. "You know man, you're right." He said and Dean nods over his shoulder at the van. "Then what are you buying that thing for?" asked Dean. "I kinda promised someone I would." John said. "Over a '67 Chevy? I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40." Dean said.

John considers it for a moment and hold out his hand to Dean. "John Winchester." He introduced and Dean shakes his hand. "Dean Van Halen – and thank you." Dean said and John looks in the open windows of the Impala. "I was in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?" Dean said and John snorts. "No kidding."

"I've been hung over before but, hey, I was, I was getting chills in that diner. You didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?" Dean asked. "Nope." John replied. "I swore I smelled something weird too, you know? Like...like rotten eggs. You didn't happen to smell any sulfur by chance?" Dean asked. "No." John said with confusion. "No...There been any cattle mutilations in town recently?" Dean asked and John stands up and turns to him.

"Okay, mister! Stop it." he said, firmly. "Yeah, if only I knew what to stop. Listen, uh – watch out for yourself okay?" Dean said and John raises an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, sure." He said, suspiciously. Dean pats the Impala again and leaves just as the salesman comes up. "So?" asked the salesman and John points at the Impala. "I'll take this one." He said.

John pulls up on a suburban street in the Impala. Further down the street Dean pulls up and he watches as a young blonde woman runs from a house to John's car. "Hey." John greets. "What's this?" The girl asked as she looks at the Impala. "My car." John said as the girl walks around the back of the car, and John follows her.

"What happened to the van?" she asked. "Mary, this is better than the van! This has got a 327, a four barrel carburetor." John said and Dean's eyes widen. "Mom?" he said, shocked.

Later, Mary and John are inside with milkshakes while Dean watches them through a window. "Sammy, wherever you are, Mom is a babe." He mutters then thinks over what he just said. "I'm going to hell...again." he mutters as he watches them.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as John and Mary sat, talked and ate. At one point, a young man, with (h/c) hair, comes up to then and starts to talking to them. They seemed to get along as they were smiling and laughing but Dean couldn't help but wonder why the young guy looked a bit familiar.

But before he could dwell on it too long, the man leaves and a few moments later, Mary gets up and leaves. John smiles a bit then looks down at something. Dean couldn't see what it was but John looks back, jumps and he stuffs something in his pocket as Mary starts to come back and sit across from him.

"Why are you following my friend and her boyfriend?" a male voice asked. Dean turns around and the young man knees him in the stomach and throws him against a metal container next to the building. He goes to punch Dean, who dodges it and steps sideways.

"Are you crazy?" Dean asked but the man continues his attack.

Dean backs up as the young man comes after him, but Dean manages to grab his arms. "You've been trailing her since her house." The man growls. "I don't know what you're talking about –" Dean said and the man huffs a laugh. "Calling my friend a liar?" He said then he and Dean grapple.

Dean grabs him, holds him against a wall and that's when he got a good look and realized who he was. "(Father's name)?" He said, shocked, and the man's eyes narrow at him. "How do you know my name?" He asked with a growl. "Well, you're a hunter, right?" Dean asked and (Father's name) gives him a bewildered look.

(just to make it better to write, instead of putting (Father's name) I'm gonna put (f/n) instead.)

Later that night, John and Mary pull up to Mary's house in the Impala. "See you later?" John asked her. "If you're lucky." Mary said, smiling. They kiss and Mary gets out of the car. As she approaches the house, Dean and (f/n) appear. "So, this my stalker?" Mary asked, crossing her arms. "Names Dean....and he's a hunter." (F/n) replied. "You know I can speak for myself." Dean said, quickly, to him while Mary looks at Dean, who looks back at Mary.

"Wait, you're a hunter?" He asked and Mary nods in response.

"Wait, if he's a hunter...I'm not sure he should come in." She said. "You can trust me. I mean, come on, we're all hunters, right? I mean, we're – we're practically family." Dean said. "Yeah, thing is, my Dad, he's a little, um..." Mary stops and Dean looks towards the front door then back at Mary.

"Oh, I gotta meet him." He said. "You've heard of him?" Mary asked. "Clearly not enough." Dean said and Mary looks over at (f/n). "You okay with this?" (F/n) asked her. "Yes, I've got this." Mary said and (F/n) nods before he pats Dean's shoulder.

"Okay, well I better get outta here. Good luck, buddy." (F/n) said and he starts to walk off. "What, got a hot date?" Mary teases and (f/n) chuckles. "Maybe..." he said with a smirk. "Could it be a certain waitress from the bar we like to go to?" Mary asked and (f/n)'s face turns red.

Mary giggles then said. "Well, say hello to (mother's name) for me." Dean stands frozen in his spot at this when (f/n) shouts back. "Will do!" Before he heads towards the white truck, gets inside and drives off.

Afterwhile, inside the Campbell house, Mary's father looks Dean over. "So, you're a hunter? Well, tell me something, mister hunter, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?" He asked Dean. "Neither, you cut their heads off." Dean replied and Mary smiles. "So, did I pass your test?" Dean asked. "Yep. Now get out of my house." Her dad ordered.

"Dad!" Mary exclaims. "I don't trust other hunters, Dean, don't want their help, don't want them around my family." Mary's father said as his wife is setting the table in the next room, and calls to Samuel. "Knock it off, Samuel."

"He's a hunter." the father said as his wife walks into the room. "Who passed your little pop quiz, and now I am inviting him to dinner." She said then she turned to Dean. "Are you hungry?" She asked, sweetly. "Starving." Dean said. "Good. I'm Deanna, you've met my husband Samuel, now wash up." She said and Dean looks at Mary. "Samuel and Deanna?" Dean asked and Mary nods. "Really?" He mutters.

Later, Dean, Mary, Samuel and Deanna are sitting around the dining room table, eating dinner. Deanna leans over and touches Dean's arm. "First time in Lawrence, Dean?" She asked him. "Well, it's been a while. Things sure have changed...I think." He replied. "You working a job?" Samuel asked. "Yeah, maybe." Dean said.

"What's that mean?" Samuel asked him. "It means I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel." Dean said and Samuel narrows his eyes.

"Hey, um, so why were you following me and John?" Mary asked Dean. "Mmm, I thought something was after your, um, boyfriend, but um, I don't think that anymore." Dean said. "John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, can you imagine?" Deanna said, chuckling, while Samuel frowns at this.

"I saw that." Mary said to her father. "What?" Samuel asked. "That sour lemon look." Mary replied. "Now hold on, John's a really, really nice...naive civilian." Samuel said. "So what? You'd rather me be with a guy like this?" She said as she nods to Dean. "What? No, no. No." Dean said, quickly. "Or like (f/n)?" Mary asked her father, ignoring Dean.

"Mary, of course not, it's just that I –"

"That's enough, both of you, we have company." Deanna said, firmly, and Samuel and Mary look down.

"So what about you, Samuel, you, uh, working a job?" Dean asked. "Might be." Samuel said. "He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm." Mary said and Samuel gives her a look as Dean clears his throat.

"Whitshire, why does that name sound familiar to me?" Dean asked. "Well, it's been all over the papers. Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over." Samuel replied. "That kind of thing happens." Dean said. "So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?" Samuel asked him. "Demonic omens?" Dean said, shrugging. "That's what I gotta find out." said Samuel.

"What about the rest of the town? Well, did you find anything on the web...Of information that you have assembled?" Dean asked. "Electrical storms maybe. The weather service graphs should be here on Friday." Deanna said. "By mail?" Dean asked. "No, we hired a jet liner to fly 'em to us overnight." Samuel said.

"You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing. You know if we go in there in numbers, we could take care of this real quick." Dean said. What part of "we work alone do you not understand, son?" Samuel growled. 

"What about (f/n)? You seem to work with him." Dean tries to defend. "I've known his father since we were kids. So I've known him all his life. I trust him." Samuel said, firmly.

The next morning, at the Whitshire home, Mary and Samuel are sitting in a truck just as a motorcycle, riding by (f/n) comes up behind them. "And I'm here because?" Mary asked. "Family business, Mary...family." Samuel said and Mary scoffs. "What? You'd rather be waving pom-poms at a bunch of dumb jocks?" He asked as Mary sees a boy leaning on a tree nearby and walks towards him. "Where you goin'?" He asked her. "To do the job, Dad." She replied.

(F/n) looks over at her then at Samuel. "I'll go with her." He said and he follows Mary while Samuel walks to the house and knocks on the door.

Dean opens the door, dressed as a priest, which caught Samuel by surprise. "Father, I see you beat me here." he said after recovering from the shock, quickly. "The Lord is funny that way." Dean said then he turns to the woman inside. "Beth Whitshire, this is my associate, our senior, senior priest, Father Chaney." Dean introduced as he and Beth joins Samuel outside on the doorstep.

"Please accept our deepest condolences on behalf of the county diocese." Samuel said. "Thank you." Beth said. "Mrs. Whitshire was just telling me all about Tom, and how normal and ordinary things were the day before his death." Dean said. "I see, so you didn't notice anything unusual, ma'am?" Samuel asked. "You mean like my husband's guts fertilizing the back 40?" She asked.

Samuel is stunned into silence at her response, and Dean, looking amused, turns to leave. "Excuse me." Dean said and he pats Samuel on the back and then makes his way off the porch. Samuel shares an awkward smile with Beth, while Dean approachs Mary, (f/n) and the boy.

Mary notices Dean and turns back to the boy. "Charlie, would you like to tell the Father here what you just toldmus?" she asked the young boy. The boy looks up at Dean then said. "Dad drank sometimes. Sometimes he got rough with Mom."

"And that's when the stranger came?" (f/n) asked. "I just thought he was some Bible thumper, like you all. He showed up about a week ago." Charlie said. "Saying what?" Dean asked. "Did I want the beatings to stop? I just thought he was crazy, I didn't think – and the next thing I know, Dad's dead." Charlie said then he looks between the two.

"Am I going to jail?" he asked and Mary shakes her head. "You didn't do this, Charlie." She assures. "Did the stranger want something in return?" Dean asked him. "He didn't want anything." Charlie replied. "Come on, Chuck, he wasn't just handing out freebies now, was he?" Dean asked and Charles sighs.

"He did say something about comin' a callin' ten years from now. Maybe he'd want something then." he replied. "Something like what?" Dean asked. "I don't know, okay? Look, I told you he was nuts." Charlie said and Mary grabs Dean's and (f/n)'s arms and leads them a few steps away.

"What do you think?" she asked Dean. "I think he just pimped his soul to a demon and doesn't even know it." Dean replied and (f/n) nods. "I was thinking the same." He mutters and Mary returns to Charlie, Dean and (f/n) follow her.

"Charlie, do you remember what this stranger looked like?" Mary asked him. "Yeah, he was about 5'10, white, normal looking really." Charlie replied. "Anything else?" (F/n) asked him. "There was one thing." Charlie said. "What?" Dean asked. "It's just, the light hit his eyes in a weird way and...for a moment I coulda sworn –" he stops and bites his lips. 

"What? That they were black? Or red maybe?" Dean asked and Charlie shakes his head. "No, they were yellow. Pale yellow." He replied and Dean looks over at Mary and (f/n).

That night, at the Campbell house, Dean slams a map down on the dining room table. Deanna is in the kitchen chopping bananas. "What do you say we just slow down and talk this thing through." (F/n) said to Dean. "There's nothing to talk about." Dean said. "Except you're saying it's a demon, and none of us has ever heard of a demon with yellow eyes." (F/n) said. "Yeah, well, I have. This thing killed my family." Dean said, angrily.

"Just calm down, son." Samuel said, calmly, but Dean turns to him. "You don't get it, do you? You are in danger, we are all in danger. In fact, you need to get yourself someplace safe." Dean said. "Not until we know what we're dealing with here." Samuel said as Deanna comes in carrying a fruit salad.

"Sam's right, Dean, it could be a demon, it could be a shapeshifter, it could be any number of things." she said. "I know what this thing is!" Dean yells while Deanna goes back into the kitchen. "And I'm gonna kill it, that's all the talking I need to do." Dean growls.

"You're gonna kill a demon? How?" Samuel asked. "There's a hunter named Daniel Elkins. He lives in Colorado, he has Colt's gun." Dean said and (f/n) gives him a confused look. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Colt's gun? Like The Colt?" He asked and Dean nods.

"I thought that was just a bedtime story?" (F/n) asked and Samuel shrugs. "Well, it's real." Dean said and Samuel looks at Deanna, they don't know what to think. "Alright, say that it is. You got some kind of crystal ball telling you where this demon's gonna be?" Samuel asked. "Yeah, maybe I do." Dean said as he takes John's journal out of his jacket and flips it open on the table.

"What's this?" (f/n) asked him. "It's a list." Dean replied. "Of what?" Samuel asked. "My Dad wrote down anyone he thought ever came in contact with the Yellow Eyed Demon: who, where and when." Dean replied. "Why?" Samuel asked him. "‘Cause the more he could learn about the son of a bitch, the more he could figure out why it killed my Mom." Dean said then he flips the page.

"Look, Whitshire Farm. I told you that name sounded familiar." Dean said and Samuel gives him a confused look. "Whitshire Farms, that was two days ago. How the hell is that on your Dad's list?" He asked. "Uh...my Dad could see the future." Dean replied, quickly, then points at the page. "Look at this, it says he's gonna hit here tomorrow night." He said.

"Liddy Walsh?" Samuel said. "Haleyville, that's close." Dean said. "I mean, yeah, it's about three miles, but..." Samuel said then he looks over at Deanna, who leaning on the door jamb, and she shakes her head slightly at the whole story. Samuel looks back at Dean, who sees that they don't believe him.

"I know you guys think I'm crazy." Dean said. "You seem like a really nice kid, Dean, but yeah, you're crazy." Samuel said and Dean looks between Samuel, Deanna and (f/n). "Yeah, maybe, but I know where this bastard's gonna be, and I'm gonna stop it, once and for all." Dean growls and he takes the journal and walks out of the room.

Mary was sitting in her room, listening to music, when Dean comes up. "I'm shoving off. I just wanted to say, bye." He said and she turns to him. "Really? So soon?" She asked. "Yeah – job to do." Dean said then he stops for a moment then looks back at her. "Hey, I wanted to – to tell you, you know for what it's worth. Um...it doesn't matter what your Dad thinks, I like that John kid." He said and Mary smiles.

"You do?" she asked. "Yeah. Yeah, I think you two are meant to be." He said before mutter, softly. "Hell, I'm depending on it."

"What?" Mary asked and Dean looks back at her. "Nothing. Um, can I ask you a question?" He asked and Mary nods. "What's he like? John." Dean asked. "Why do you ask?" Mary asked him. "Just curious." Dean said and Mary thinks for a moment. "I don't know. He's sweet, kind. Even after the war, after everything, he still believes in happily ever after, you know? He's everything a hunter isn't." She said. "No offense." She adds.

"No, none taken." Dean said 

"Can I tell you something?" she asked and Dean nods. "He's gonna ask me to marry him. Tomorrow, I think!" She said, smiling. "Yeah?" Dean said, surprised. "Oh, Dad's gonna explode, but I don't care. I'll run away if I have to, I just…I love John, and..." she said, smiling, before she stops.

"And what?" he asked. "I wanna get out. This job, this life, I hate it. I want a family, I wanna be safe. You know the worst thing I can think of? The very worst thing? Is for my children to be raised into this like I was. No, I won't let it happen." Mary said and Dean blinks back tears. "Yeah..." he mutters.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked him, worried. "Yeah, no, I'm – I'm fine. Hey, uh, Mary, can I tell you something?" He asked. "Sure." She said. "Even if this sounds really weird. Will you promise me that you will remember?" He asked. "Okay." She said, her eyebrow raised.

"On November 2nd, 1983, don't get out of bed. No matter what you hear, or what you see. Promise me you won't get out of bed." he said and she gives him a confused look. "Okay." she said as a tear runs down Dean's face. He smiles at Mary and leaves.

As Dean walks out, he sees the all too familiar motorcycle while (f/n) was standing by the bike. "Nice bike." Dean compliments and (f/n) looks over at him. "Thanks. Just got it." He said. "You a bike guy?"

"Me? No, no, just know a good bike when I see one...but...my girlfriend has the bike knowledge." Dean said. "Oh, got yourself a bad girl? Better watch out for them." (F/n) teased and Dean chuckles. "You have no idea." He said and (f/n) laughs. "Well, more power to ya, buddy."

"Speaking of girlfriends, how did that date, last night, go for you?" Dean asked and (f/n) smirks. "Honestly...it went amazingly. There's just...I don't know...something about her. I've only been with her for a few months and it's like...she was made for me. And...the more I spend time with her...the more I want to leave this hunting life behind." He replied then he turns to Dean. "Sounds insane, doesn't it?" (F/n) asked and Dean shrugs. "I'd say go for it. But then again, I know crazy talk." Dean said, smirking, and (f/n) laughs.

"Yeah, about that....you sure about it? What you said about the Colt and this...yellow eyed demon?" (F/n) asked him. "I've never been so sure in my life." Dean said and (f/n) looks down, sighs then looks back at him. "Well, if you need any help, have Mary call me." (F/n) said and he climbs on his bike and begins to start it.

"Hey (f/n)!" Dean said and the young man looks back at him with his familiar (e/c) eyes. "You take care. And keep your girlfriend safe, okay? Watch over her and make sure she's safe at all time." Dean warns and (f/n) looks him over before he nods. "I will." He said then he revves up the engine of the bike. "See you around, buddy." (F/n) said before he drives off.

Later that night, Dean is driving when Castiel appears next to him. Dean inhales sharply. "So what? God's my co-pilot, is that it?" He asked, annoyed. Castiel just looks at him, and Dean glances over again. "Well, you're a regular Chatty Cathy. Tell me something. Sam and (y/n) would have wanted in on this, why not bring them back?" Dean asked. "You had to do this alone, Dean." Castiel replied.

"And you don't care that Sam's tearing up the future looking for me right now? Or (y/n)?" Dean asked. "Sam's not looking for you and I told you (y/n) is asleep." Castiel said. "Alright, if I do this, then the family curse breaks, right? Mom and Dad live happily ever after, and – and, Sam and I grow up playing little league and chasing tail? (Y/n)'s parents could live? (Y/n) and I can have a normal life together?" Dean asked.

"You realize, if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam, (y/n) – you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die." Castiel said. "I realize." Dean grumbles. "And you don't care?" Castiel asked. "Oh, I care. I care a lot, but these are my parents and (y/n)'s dad. I'm not gonna let them die again. I can't. No, not if I can stop it." Dean said then he looks over to the passenger seat, but Castiel is gone.

Dean is kneeling at a safe, from which he pulls out the Colt. A man, Daniel Elkins, appears with a shotgun pointed at Dean's back. "Hold it right there, friend. Drop the gun, be on your way." Daniel threatens. Dean pretends to lay the Colt on the top of the safe, but instead points it at Daniel. "Can't do it, Daniel." Dean said.

"Who the hell are you?" Daniel asked him. "A hunter, just like yourself." Dean tells him. "Thief's more like it." Daniel growls. "I just need it for a few days." Dean said to him. "Not happening, mister." said Daniel. "Look, I have a chance to save my family's lives. My family. But I need this gun to do it. So if you want to stop me? Kill me." Dean said and he lowers the Colt and walks slowly toward the door past Daniel.

Then he turns to look at Daniel, who begins to lower his gun. "There's some hunters in Lawrence, the Campbells." Dean said. "Never heard of them." Daniel said. "That's where she'll be." Dean said and he begins to leave.

Meanwhile, at the Campbell house, Mary and Samuel are sitting at the dining room table cleaning guns when Mary turns to her dad. "Dean say where he was going?" she asked. "Said he was gonna kill a demon." Samuel replied and Mary chuckles. "Kill a demon? That's impossible." She said. "Yep." He dad mutters.

"Where?" She asked. "Uh...oh, I don' know, over in Haleyville, uh, Walsh's maybe." He said, shrugging, and Mary looks up at him. "Wait, not Liddy Walsh?" She asked, worried. "Well, yeah, I- I- I think so." He stutters. "Dad, she's a friend of mine! We gotta help her." She exclaims as Deanna walks to the door of the room, and sees Mary getting up.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "I'll be in the car." Mary replied as she walks off. "Hey –" Deanna said but Samuel speaks up. "I mean, she wants to hunt, she doesn't want to hunt, is this some female time of month thing?" He asked and Deanna sighs and walks back into the other room. "What?" He asked, wondering what he said wrong.

At the Walsh house, Liddy is sitting on the sofa with Dr.Brown as he looks her over. "I'm sorry, Liddy, it's metastasized." He said to her. "Where?" Liddy asked. "His liver, his lungs. It's time we talked about arrangements." said Dr Brown. "No, you have to do something, Dr. Brown." She pleads and he looks at her.

"There is one way, a cure actually, but I'll need your help." he said. "What do I have to do?" she asked. "Nothing. Just in ten years, I'm going to come to you and ask for something then." he said. "What?" she asked him. "Nothing you'll miss." Dr. Brown says as his eyes turn yellow.

The door bursts open and Samuel enters then shoots Brown in the chest while Liddy screams. Brown's eyes open and Samuel cocks the shotgun again. Brown waves his hand and Samuel's shotgun flies across the room. Then Bornw waves his other hand and Samuel flies backwards and gets pinned to the wall behind him.

"Oh, God." Liddy exclaims. "Hold that thought." Brown said and he approaches Samuel. "You son of a bich." Samuel said. Brown leans in to Samuel, but turns around abruptly. Mary is standing behind him with a raised knife. He grabs Mary by the throat.

"Hello there." he greets S Mary slices him with the knife. "Where the hell have they been hiding you?" Brown asked as Mary keeps attacking. Brown grabs her arm and she drops the knife then she punches him. "I like you. You got a lot of spunk." Brown said and Mary kicks him. He grabs her leg, then slams her against a wall.

"Mary!" Samuel shouts and Dean bursts in with the Colt drawn. Brown pulls Mary in front of him as a shield. "Let her go!" Dean yells while Brown looks at Dean, shocked.

"Where'd you get that gun?" he asked and Dean cocks the Colt and nods to Mary, who breaks away from Brown. Black smoke pours from Brown's mouth and goes out a vent in the wall. "Damn..." Dean growls.

"Mary, what else did he say to you?" Dean asked Mary as they stand out on Liddy's yard. "I told you, just that he liked me." Mary said then she looks up at Dean with fear in her eyes. "What did he mean by that?" She asked, fearfully, as Samuel joins them on the lawn.

"Liddy's a strong kid, she'll be fine." Samuel said then he looks at Mary. "Are you okay?" He asked her. "No, Dad, I'm pretty far from okay. Can we go?" Mary said as she turns and walks to the truck. Samuel turns to Dean.

"Nice job in there." he said. "I missed the shot." Dean grumbles. "Take the compliment, son. I'm saying that I was wrong about you." Samuel said and Dean looks at him, then to the truck where Mary went, and looks back at Samuel, obviously upset. "We need to talk alone." He said.

"We have to kill this thing now, or Mary dies." Dean said after they make it to Campbell's house. "What? How do you know that?" Samuel asked and Dean pulls out John's journal. "I just do, okay?" He said.

"When?" Samuel asked. "I don't know, maybe today, probably years from now, but it's happening, trust me." Dean assures. "So what, are you some kind of a psychic now too?" Samuel asked. "No. Alright, listen to me." Dean said and he goes to the table and sits down next to Samuel.

"Now, this is gonna sound a little...actually it's gonna sound massively, massively crazy." Dean said. "Okay." Samuel said, unsure. "Mary is my mother." Dean said. "Excuse me?" Samuel asked.

"And I am your grandson, and I know what the hell I'm talking about." Dean said while Samuel looks at him in disbelief. "You wanna run that by me again, son?" He asked. "My real name is Dean Winchester. I was born January 24th, 1979. My parents are Mary and John Winchester." Dean admits while Samuel gives him a funny look.

"I don't have to listen to this." he grumbles as he starts to get up.. "Mary gets killed by a yellow eyed demon in 1983, and I think that this – what happened tonight – I think this is the moment that he caught her scent. Now, if we don't catch this thing now, and kill it, and it gets away? Then Mary dies. So I am asking you, please." Dean pleads to him.

Meanwhile, Mary runs up to John and throws herself into his arms. "Hey, you – you okay?" John asked her, worried. "You promised you'd take me away." She said, questioning. "Of course I did." John said. "Do it now." Mary said and John opens the door of his car. Mary climbs in, and he shuts it after her, looking concerned.

"How did I know about the Colt? Huh? How did I know about the Yellow Eyed Demon? Or where it would be? I'm not making this up, Samuel." Dean said as Samuel still looks at him. "Every bone in my body is aching to put you six feet under, but there's something about you – I can't shake it. Now, I may be crazier than you, son, but I believe you." Samuel said and Dean sighs with relief. "Thank you." He said.

"I mean, how do we find this bastard?" Samuel asked him. "Right here, the list." Dean said as he opens John's journal. "And with the Colt?" Samuel asked. Dean pulls the Colt out of his jacket and puts it on the table. "Yeah." Dean said. "Here, let me see it." Samuel asked.

Dean hesitates and then moves it further away from Samuel. "Sorry, I don't let anybody hold it." Dean said. "I'm your grandfather." Samuel said. "Nothing personal." Dean tells him. "Sure it is, especially when it's me you're trying to kill."  Samuel said and his eyes turn yellow. He raises his hand and the chair that Dean is sitting slams against the wall. Dean glares, but appears unable to move.

"Future boy, huh?" The Demon said as hewalks over to Dean. "I only know one thing that's got the juice to swing something like that. You must have friends in high places. So, I kill your Mommy? That's why you came all this way? To see little old me?" He asked. "Oh, I came here to kill you." Dean growls. 

"Hey, wait a minute, if that slut Mary's your Mommy, are you...are you one of my psychic kids?" The demon asked and he leans in and sniffs Dean. "No, not you. Maybe you got a sis, or a bro. That's terrific, means it all worked out. After all, it's why I'm here." He said, smiling.

"So that's what this is about, these deals you're making. You don't want these people's souls." Dean said. "No, I just want their children. I'm here to choose the perfect parents, like your Mommy." The demon said. "Why her? Why any of them?" Dean asked. "Because they're strong." The demon said as Deanna peeks around the corner of the kitchen doorway and sees what is happening.

"They're pure, and they eat their Wheaties. My own little master race – they're ideal breeders." the demon said and Dean furrows his brow. "Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. No one's breeding with me. Though, Mary? Man, I'd like to make an exception. So far, she's my favorite." the demon said and Dean looks furious and tries to move, but can't.

Deanna watches from the next room. "So why make the deals?" Dean asked him. "I need permission." the demon said as Deanna comes quietly into the room. "I need to be invited, into their houses, I know, I know, the – the red tape'll drive you nuts, but in ten short years, it'll all be worth it. ‘Cause you know what I'm gonna do to your sibling? I'm gonna stand over their crib and I'm gonna bleed into their mouth. Demon blood is better than Ovaltine, vitamins, minerals – it makes you big and strong." The demon explains.

"For what? So they can lead your discount demon army? Is that your big plan?" Dean asked.  Please, my end game's a hell of a lot bigger than that kid." The demon scoffs. "End game? What end game?" Dean asked, confused. "Like I'm gonna tell you, or those angels sitting on your shoulder. No, I'm gonna cover my tracks good." The demon said.

"You can cover whatever the hell you want, but I'm still gonna kill you." Dean spat. "Right. Now that, I'd like to see." the demon laughs. "Maybe not today, but you look into my eyes, you son of a bitch, ‘cause I'm the one that kills you." Dean growls.

"So, you're gonna save everybody, is that right? Is that it? Well, I'll tell you one person that you're not gonna save." The demon takes out a knife. "Your Grandpappy." The demon said and he winks and plunges the knife into Samuel.

"No!" Dean and Deanna say at the same time. Then the demon  goes for Deanna, while Dean struggles to free himself. The demon sends Deanna flying and breaks her neck in the kitchen as she tries to crawl away. Dean grabs the Colt and rushes in to find her dead, and the demon gone. "Mary...Mary!" Dean shouts and he starts to run.

John and Mary were sitting in the Impala, which is parked next to a river. "I guess it's no secret why I brought you way out here." John said and Mary turns to him. "John –" she said but John continues. "I just – just let me get through this, okay?" He asked and Mary nods. "Okay, wait. There's things you don't know about me, John." She said. 

"So?" John said and he opens the ring box and shows it to her. "I will always love you for exactly who you are." He said when there is a bang at the window.

"What did I tell you?" Samuel, still possessed, asked. "Dad!" Mary shouts. "Sir, just listen!" John said but Samuel pulls Mary out of the car. John gets out the other side.

"Ow! Dad! You're hurting me!" Mary shouts as John runs over and tries to pull Samuel off Mary. "Hey, take it easy!" John said and Samuel grabs John's head and wrenches it sideways, breaking his neck and killing him instantly.

"No!" Mary screams as John falls to the ground. Mary drops to her knees to cradle him. The demon kicks John's legs. "You killed him." Mary cries as she looks up at him. "Oh, not just John, sweetie-pie. Mommy and Daddy too." The demon said and he unzips his jacket to show Mary the knife wound in Samuel's stomach.

"No..." she cries, softly. "Yup, afraid so. You're little orphan Mary now." the demon sniggers. "You son of a bitch!" Mary growls. "Oh, sticks and stones may break my bones, and they won't bring your family back either." The demon said. "I'll kill you, I swear to God." Mary spat. "Oh, let's not get nasty." The demon said and he sits down next to Mary.

"Now look, we both said some things that we regret. Let's, um...kiss and make up." the demon said while Mary is crying and holding John. "I'll tell you what, I'll arrange to have lover boy here brought back breathing." the demon said and Mary looks over at him.

"My parents too?" she asked. "Nope, sorry doll, that's not on the table. But, think about it, you could be done with hunting forever. The white picket fence, station wagon, couple of kids, no more monsters or fear. I'll make sure of it." said the demon. "What? And all it costs is my soul?" Mary asked him, scoffing. "Oh, no, you can keep your soul, I just need permission." The demon said. "For what?" She asked. "Mmm, in ten years I need to swing by your house for a little something, that's all." The demon said.

"For what?!" Mary asked, angrily. "Relax. As long as I'm not interrupted, nobody gets hurt, I promise. Or you can spend the rest of your life, desperate and alone." The demon said while Mary is sobbing. "Mary? It's a good deal. So what do you say?" The demon asked.

Dean drives up and sees demon kissing Mary and he gets out of the car. "No!" Dean shouts and he rushes forward with the Colt drawn. Before he can shoot, black smoke flows from Samuel's mouth and John comes back to life. "Mary?" John asked and Mary sobs with relief. "John." She said.

Castiel appears beside Dean and places a hand on his shoulder. When Mary looks up from John, Dean is gone and Samuel lies dead on the ground.

Dean was asleep in bed until gasps and wakes up. Castiel is standing near the foot of the bed. "I couldn't stop any of it. She still made the deal. She still died in the nursery, didn't she?" Dean asked as he sits up and Castiel nods. "W-What about (f/n)? Him and (m/n)? I need to..." Dean said but Castiel shakes his head. "They still die. (F/n) was in an accident a month after that. (M/n) made a deal with Azazel to save (f/n)." Castiel informs and Dean looks down, defeated. 

"Don't be too hard on yourself. You couldn't have stopped it." Castiel said and Dean stands up. "What?" he asked. "Destiny can't be changed, Dean. All roads lead to the same destination." Castiel said. "Then why'd you send me back?" Dean asked, angrily. "For the truth. Now you know everything we do." Castiel said.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked and  Castiel looks at the other bed, which hasn't been slept in, and Dean follows his gaze.

"Where's Sam?" Dean asked. "We know what Azazel did to your brother and your girlfriend. What we don't know is why – what his endgame is. He went to great lengths to cover that up." Castiel said.

"Where's Sam?" Dean asked. "425 Waterman." Castiel replied and Dean grabs his keys and his jacket. "You brother is headed down a dangerous road, Dean, and we're not sure where it leads. So stop it. Or we will." Castiel said and he disappears.

"Dean?" A voice asked and Dean turns to see (y/n) waking up. "You okay?" She asked, worried. "Get up, we've got to go." He said and she sits up. "What's wrong?" She asked. "It's Sam." He replied as he puts his boots on and (y/n) looks over to the other bed and sees Sam is gone. 

"Where's Sam?" She asked, worried, and Dean gives her a look. "425 Waterman." He replies. "How do you know that." She asked. "It's a long story but we need to go now." He said and (y/n), quickly, gets up and changes.

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[carolmunson]

vacation diaries - entry four

eddie keeps a journal while at the inn with you in northern indiana. a blurb series starting from the first morning after ’before there was a before’.

entries: one,two,three read steve's journal: here.

warnings: minors dni, 18+, adult themes, mentions of sex

what a fuckin minx.

jesus, i forgot for a minute what a solid fuck she is. i know that sounds gross but i am fucking reeling right now. she's in the shower and i just got the life fucked out of me. holy shit. i thought i came hard last night but holy god almighty. i'm never gonna get over this.

we didn't mean to fuck. i didn't mean to let it go that far, i didn't want this trip to be about that. but when she gave me that face when we got back upstairs how could i not? she's such a little tease. she was a little tease all day. the cutest tease i ever met.

she wanted to go to the dunes even though it's snowy and out to the piers and the light house. she swears she packed a warm enough coat but i can guarantee you that she's gonna have a cold tomorrow and then i'm gonna get a cold two days later. i can't even be mad at her about it though, her little frost bitten nose? i don't think i've ever met anyone i want to marry more than her.

we brought some kodak cameras with us to take pictures of everything, went to some tourist spots since we haven't been getting around as much as we want. gas is cheap out here which is nice. we saw some more christmas lights and went back to the diner. the waitress knows my name now so now i feel like i have to come here every couple of months so i don't lose the friendship. her name's marge. she reminds me of my grandma. she has a friend that lives at the women's shelter by the record store named sara-lynn but i don't think i've met her. i'll have to ask around and send marge's regards. she thinks it's cool that i play in a band and her nephew wants to learn how to play guitar but doesn't want him to get any tattoos.

but anyway, we got home after seeing the sights (she called them 'the seven wonders of northern indiana' because she's annoying) and dropping the cameras off to get the film developed, we were sitting in the common area again and she starts tracing my tatts on my arm and she knows how i love that. she's all 'don't listen to marge, your tattoos are unique' and i would obviously never listen to marge because my tattoos are metal as fuck but she can't be tracing them on my arm like that in front of the nice old people we played checkers with two nights ago. so i ask if she's tired and she wants to go upstairs and she basically runs so fast that the lady who runs the inn had to come yell at us for being too loud.

we weren't too loud when we fooled around but if i had it my way, they would've been able to hear her in canada.

i haven't really had her solo in a long time. solo like, not playing a game or a roleplay. just me as eddie and her as her. she tried to slip into calling me daddy at first and any other day i would've went along with it, especially since steve wouldn't hear, but i just wanted it to be us tonight. i told her i wanted to give it to her nice. i don't even think either of us could breathe while we were going at it. i hadn't felt more connected to her in my life. i kept telling her how much i loved her and it kept making her cry so we had to keep stopping and starting which is fine because i kept almost busting way too quick for it to be okay.

we came at the same time and both had to shove our faces in the pillows so we wouldn't get in trouble again. can't believe we didn't break the bed.

she just got out of the shower and came out with my t-shirt on. i think she wants to go again and i'm gonna fuck her brains out. she already fucked my brains out.

sorry i didn't talk about anything legit today but i'm only a man, diary. i'm only a dumb fucking man who loves his girl.

-ed

#the steddieverse #vacation diaries

[writtenjewels]

Wrong Number part 6

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Two days later…

Jason was tasked with keeping his nephew entertained while Penny and her husband set the table for dinner. Penny's cell phone started ringing. She hurried to answer it, managing to get it on the third ring.

“Hello?” She waited, a slight frown on her lips. “Hello, anybody there?” There was a short silence and then she smiled. “Oh, yeah, this was his old phone number. He got a new phone recently.”

Jason glanced up from his spot on the floor. “Who you talkin' to, Penn?”

“Donno; someone askin' for you. I didn't get your name,” she added to the person on the other end. “He says his name's Salim,” she reported.

Jason felt his heart skip a beat. He jumped to his feet and nearly tripped over Troy's action figures in his hurry to grab the phone. Penny had an eyebrow raised in question as she handed the phone over. 'Not an old army buddy, then,' she mouthed to him. Jason shook his head in answer. He wasn't giving her more information than that.

“Hey,” he greeted, quickly turning and walking off so his sister couldn't eavesdrop.

“Another wrong number?” Salim's voice sent a shiver down Jason's spine, even as it was currently light with teasing.

“It was an accident. I just got my new phone a month ago. Gave my sister my old phone.”

“Your sister,” Salim echoed. Jason would swear there was a tone of relief in those two words. His heart beat a little faster. He found the nearest room for privacy, which turned out to be the bathroom, and shut himself inside.

“Yeah, I'm at her place for dinner.”

“That was lucky timing,” Salim remarked. “It's a good thing you're always close by whenever I get a wrong number.”

“Good thing,” Jason agreed with a grin. He let a comfortable silence fill the space before clearing his throat. He had gone out on a limb leaving that phone number in his gift for Salim. Jason thought he sensed sparks flying between them but hadn't been sure. The fact that Salim called him must mean… But Jason didn't want to jump to conclusions yet. “So,” he began.

“Forgive me for not calling you sooner,” Salim apologized. “I was with my son, and then I wasn't sure of your time zone. I made my best guess.”

“It's okay. You still in London? It must be fuckin' midnight for you.”

“I couldn't sleep,” Salim confessed. “Not before I called you.” Jason was very glad that no one could see how hard he was blushing. “It's strange,” Salim went on, “how connected I felt to you after only a few hours.”

“Yeah,” was all Jason could manage in response.

“When we parted, I was a little disappointed by the handshake,” Salim admitted.

“I panicked.” Jason's fingers squeezed the phone a little tighter. “You're the first guy--”

“You don't need to explain,” Salim interrupted. “As much as I wanted to call you the minute I saw your note, a part of me was glad that your flight home would last eight hours. How I felt about you in such a short time… it was new and unexpected. And now you're so far away.”

Jason felt tongue-tied. He wished he could give some sort of answer but he just stood there and listened to Salim's voice.

“You're not the only one who felt something, Jason,” Salim assured him. “And I hope I'm not the only one who's hoping to continue this.”

“You're not,” Jason answered.

“I'm glad.” There was a moment of silence. Jason could almost picture Salim smiling at him. “But first, you need to give me your real phone number.” Jason let out a shaky laugh and reeled off the numbers. Salim reciprocated with his own phone number. “Call me when you're truly alone, habibi.”

“Okay.” Jason felt stupidly giddy again. “I'll call soon.” He hung up, a smile glowing on his face as he exited the bathroom.

Funny how some wrong numbers could lead him to the most right he ever felt.

#jason/salim #jason x salim #jason kolchek x salim othman #jalim #salim othman #jason kolchek #house of ashes

[dinthehottotty]

Din was crabby. In fact you both were pretty irritated today. The cause of his was separate from yours, however. You were basically stranded on a habitable 'backwater planet' with lovely blue vegetation only he could figure out what was causing the engine to misfire.

Din was a lot of things. An actual mechanic was not one of them.

Granted he knew his way around most of his ship. That came with having it destroyed so often. It had been three days since he essentially had his tantrum and dropped you both down. He refused to allow you to actually take a look at it and that was part of where your irritability came from.

You've watched him spend three stubborn days missing the chunk of rock lodged in one of the thrusters. You're petty. He's been agitated ever since it happened and he'd been rude to you ever since Nevarro, three bounties ago. Everything had gone wrong since.

You'd offered your assistance and he'd snapped at you. Insisted on casting them in himself and leaving you alone on the ship with the kid. It was making you stir crazy.

He'll at first you even made sure to fix nicer meals and try to cut him some slack but it was like Din was determined to be miserable this go round and you were done with it. Already determined to take leave the moment you hit Nevarro. You needed space from him or you'd go mad.

He was pushy and snappy and refused to listen which after attempt after attempt after attempt you refused to give an inch.

"Dank farrik!" He finally shouts, whipping a tool off to the side of the cockpit. His cussing up a storm up there when he shouts your name in frustration followed by an order. An order! "Get me the fucking circuit breaker!"

Your response is immediate, furious and stupid. "GET IT YOURSELF, YOU RAGE RANCOR!" The kids ears tuck back.

You're met with silence for a moment. Then it's followed by Din's distinct stomping. Trying to suppress the adrenaline dump you just got from it. He stomps right up next to where your stirring a freshly made pot of soup you were brewing for Grogu who was tucking behind you in terror.

"The hell did you just say?" You don't even look at him. Unable to bear your rage on his silver impassive visor right now.

"I said 'get it yourself'. Since you don't want my help, I'll stay out of your way."

"You're joking."

"Does it look like it?" You snap.

"What am I even paying you for?" He scoffs loudly and you jump to your feet.

"What are you paying me for? It's sure as hell isn't enough to put up with your prickly banthashit! I'm not putting up with it so shove that ridiculous attitude up your ass."

"I'm trying to get us back into hyperspace, maybe if you helped-" you snap your face inches from his.

"You want my fucking help?" You snarl lowly. He's quiet with that. "Are you done with your little temper tantrum? Hm? Fine. But you're flying back to Nevarro and I'm taking leave." Din scoffs a second time and your blinding rage causes you to lash out. His head reels back as your forehead connects with his visor. You hear the stunned noise leave him and the adrenaline floods your blood, dulling the pain you'll be feeling from that as you press the button to open the gang plank.

Switching the heating element off on the kid's food you stop down to grates and you hear Din follow. He's calling out your name in a softer tone than before. You ignore him, instead reaching for the first branch of the tree near the crest.

"Cyare, what are you doing?"

"Don't fucking call me that, right now." You snap back, dragging yourself effectively up the branches until your high enough to jump onto the top of the Razor Crest. You've been parked here so long then top is covered in loose foliage. The durasteel clangs with every step you make towards the first engine. You pick up a hefty branch. Din watches from the ground as you pry and climb in. When the rock pops put, you do too.

It's silent as you make your way back down. He's waiting at the base of the tree for you.

"Did you know about that the whole time?" He rumbles, fury lacing his tone.

"About an hour after we landed I found it." You tell him.

"You didn't tell me? I've been busting the fucking cockpit apart for three days!"

"I tried to tell you! You told me to leave you alone!" You snap. "So I left it!"

"You always have to make things harder, don't you?" That one hurt. It was like a vibroblade to the core. You bite your cheek as you mull that line over. Fully aware that emotions are running high. You turn, heading the opposite direction of the ship.

"I quit. Fuck you."

"You quit? How are you getting back?"

"I don't even fucking care right now."

"Get back on the ship!" You don't even warrant him a response, just keep trekking into the brush. He calls your name again. "I will leave without you!" He threatens. Still no response. "Final call! GET YOUR ASS BACK ON THE DAMN SHIP!"

"MAKE ME!" You finally shout back. You've got about five seconds of silence until you hear the thumbing of his footsteps. You spare a shocked glance to see the Mandalorian sprinting at you head on.

You take off now too as his approach is coming much quicker now. A bolt of fear is fueling it as you duck and dive through the brush ahead of you. He's gaining on you still. You can hear it. Is this what if felt like to be hunted by him? It's terrible.

You make it another fifty yards before he slams into your back, dropping you both to the ground. "Get off me, you crazy bastard!" You shout as he lifts off you. Your eyes blaze up at him.

"Ship. Now." You sling a fist full of dirt at him, knowing it does nothing but give you a nasty feeling under your hands.

"Get fucked."

Din snatches your wrist to yank you off the ground but in your rage you twist and yank. It makes the joints in your hand shriek. "Are you kidding me?"

"Stop being so mean to me!" You shout, fighting the hot tears bubbling up in your eyes. When he doesn't relent you dig your heels into the ground and hoist. He immediately let's you go, making you fall back. The moment you try to climb back up he's reaching for your ankle. You kick out at him.

"Quit it!"

"No!" Your voice cracks with it but he doesn't relent. He snags your ankles up when you try a second time and yanks the back of your legs against him. You lock your feet behind the back of his head, refusing to allow him to stand to his full height. He adjusts his hold, wrapping his arms tightly around you legs, he lifts.

Your eyes widen as he clears you off the ground completely. "Don't you-" you grunt when he swings you down ward. It doesn't hurt. If anything you can tell he's actively trying to not hurt you. You're too pissed off though and this take three attempts before your ankles give and you stay on the ground.

"Ship," he pants out.

"No."

He drops to his knees and you feel the first streak of hot tears leave you. You push your knees against the beskar of his chest when he reaches for you, ready to haul you up across his shoulders as you've seen him do before.

He hooks his hands behind your knees and effortlessly flips you backwards. You roll over your shoulders with a shocked squeal. When you hit yours stomach you try to push off the ground but he jerks your arms out from in front of you and you eat dirt. He drags you upwards, towards him as you wiggle and struggle away.

You're jerked into him, flush so your glaring through blurry eyes at his helmet.

"Are you done yet?" He pants. It flares the fires of your rage. So as he stands, dragging you up with him, you wrap around him, hooking your ankles. "What are you-ngh!" He grunts when you flex and squeeze as hard as you can. Your muscular legs tightening around his middle. "Damn it!" He manages to wheeze as you squeeze the breath out of him.

Back to the ground you go. This time he drops on top of you.

"Ship." He repeats, groaning out as he tries to pry your legs back. Much to your surprise, he's actually able to pry them open only this time you go lax and pant beneath him, utterly exhausted already.

That's when you notice.

"Are you hard?" You demand, flabbergasted at the rock solid mass pressing right up against your cunt. You hate that it makes you throb. He pants above you for a moment. "Maker, are you serious right now, Din?" You slap his helmet, wanting to be irritated but deep down its chilled you out.

Mostly due to the fact that you bastard of a mandalorian employer has a raging erection from pinning you to the ground. It rips the rage out of you violently and your left with the emptiness of your hunger for him. There's still buzzing energy filling you, you're not quite ready to fold yet. It drives your anger for him right out of your body, leaving a hollowness.

"You're not quitting," he insists, hold loosening on the crook of your leg as your entire body goes slack. Only then he's reaching for your arms, pinning those down with you. His whole body sinking yours into the dampened earth below you both, his thumbs stroke on your arms.

You still have adrenaline pumping through you, you're still humming with life. Deep down you know you're not quitting. You were both running your mouths with high emotions. That being said you wanted to exhaust yourself.

"Fine." When you relent he sighs in relief, dropping his helmet down and you can feel his body shake with his uneven breathing.

You've rested for a moment, so you easily slip out from under his hands, your own burying between the two of you. He grunts and lifts off you when you begin tugging at his flight suit, jerking the front of it open.

Din sits up long enough to completely jerk your pants and underwear down to your knees, your boots stop them there. "For fucks sake," he grunts and you gasp when he flips you over without any difficultly.

The both of you are shedding clothes and plucking at skin like you've done this before. Like this happens once a week. Fuck, you think, if this is fighting with Din you ought to do it more often.

He shoves you hips up into the air when his gloves come off and you face down in overgrown grass. A wild cry rips from your mouth as two thick fingers slowly breech you open.

"Stars, you're fucking wet."

You can hear it. The slick, sloppiness of his fingers drawing back followed by another slow plunge, allowing him to listen and watch.

You can feel it, too. You feel swollen, hungry for anything more. Ready so suck in something to stretch you.

"Just fuck me," you whine.

"It'll hurt if I don't stretch you first."

"Please, I need it." He groans with that. You can feel him line up with you. His shadow blankets you as he blocks you from the setting sun. It makes him feel enormous as he notches the head of his cock on the rim of you.

You both gasp out as he sinks down to the hilt with minimal resistance. "Holy fuck, your big," you gasp.

He responds with his hips, drawing back slowly before pushing himself back into the end of you. When Din whines you lose it, drawing off the appendage he's spearing you with. A sob breaks through the air. "Please, Din, more. I need it. I need more, please, please." His fingers dig into your hips and you don't get the opportunity to beg more.

Suddenly he's fucking you. He's ramming into you repeatedly, crushing you with his weight. Din is splitting you apart exactly how you need it. He's groaning behind you, rutting like a wild animal and you have to hold as still as possible so he doesn't knock you flat. Holding yourself, resisting his battering.

You're not one to come easily but there's a rapidly growing need filling you up. A coil that's tightening below. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuu-uuck."

"Shit, that's so tight. Are you-?"

"Ah! Coming!" You cry out as it hits and sob into the air as the damn breaks. He groans around your sobbing cunt cursing as you fucking spray for the first time. You're screaming through it. It's blinding pleasure, making you feel like a bursting supernova. It lasts longer than you expect, him continuiously fucking you through it.

There's a hand in your hair jerking you back off your face. The air makes you aware of the cooling drool dribbling down your chin, your dirt smeared cheek evidence of your pleasure.

When your hair is released your head lolls back against a cold pauldron. He's still grasping your hip with one hand but the other is pressed low on your belly after it rakes your shirt up over your breasts. Your bra exposed and bouncing with the motions.

He gives a low groan as his hips slow. "Look at that, pretty." Your eyes first slide to his visor as he peers over your shoulder then follow his gaze down when he sinks you further onto his cock. You hiccup with it. The new nickname he gave you melting you down to ash. One breath and you dust away.

At first you think he's taking about the newly shiny grass, the darkened earth below you that you just squirted on. Then he draws back slowly and thrusts back in. His bronzed hand is caressing you, emphasizing the buldge that sinks away only to be pushed back out.

A whimper bubbles from your throat and you throb around him.

"Such a good girl," he praises, "does it feel good?" You nod when you sink back against him again. Your entire body a pool of jelly and there's only his hands to hold onto like this. "My dirty girl takes it so good." You tremble with the words. "Think she can come for me again?"

The hand grasping your hip is the one he moves, evidently the one palming your buldging belly is deemed too important to slide down to your cunt. He bypasses you clit. Flipping to cover your hand with his own. He moves it lower, a stretch for you both with the angle.

His fingers guide yours around where he's breaching you. Everything is wet and slippery. You're sopping. He groans when your pussy flutters around him. "More," you moan.

He rasps out his breaths through his modulator. "Yes, pretty." And the his fingers leave yours and dip back below your palm where they hone in on that elusive bundle.

You don't have the energy to cry out any more. At least not more than twitching and whimpering in his hold. This time when you come, again, more effective than ever before, you tense in his hold and he grunts with it. You head dangles and you give a cry when his cock slips out of you, pressing instead between your thighs.

You can see the red tip from here. Inflamed and glistening with everything your body has given. It disappears and reappears several times before he jerks against you with a cry of your name. You watch as he just comes and comes and comes. Rope after rope of it shooting into the air and adding to the mess you've both made. It covers your thighs, splattering on the grass in front of you.

You can't help yourself. You're already dirty. The thought complete flies past the logic and reasoning side of your brain as you sweep a finger through some of the mess on your thigh.

"I'm sorry," Din mutters. "For being mean."

You hum as you lift your finger to you mouth for a taste and he gapes at you. You can feel his stuttered gasp against your back as you savor the flavor of him on your tongue.

"Forgot what we were fighting about already," you murmur lowly, resting fully against his chest. "You hungry?"

Din sighs out at you, chuckling lightly.

"Yeah, let's go eat."

"And sleep."

"And sleep, yes."

"Don't wanna talk yet."

"Okay, pretty."

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din x reader #angst #din djarin x you #smut #din djarin fanfiction

[ihasafandom]

Carnage re-write

I'll add these all together into a single post and probably put it onto a03 and my artblog when I'm done with all of these, but for now we're going with this format.

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So for Eddie’s arc let’s have him learn that he needs to open up and allow himself to listen to and rely on other people. He can’t go around behind other peoples’ backs, and he can’t lie to the people in his inner circle. This will connect back to his flaws in the first film, where he tried to do everything himself his own way without considering how other people would feel about/react to that or reaching out to any of his contacts or allies for help or anything like that.

Venom meanwhile got hints of it in the first film, but we need to double down on it learning the value and meaning of community and friends and allies and all that. In theory Eddie has some of that, but he also tends to throw them away so if we can have Venom glom on and stick that’ll be good for them both in the long run (not a necessity for a good story, but I like when partners fill eachothers’ weak spots.

As for the relationship, we need them both to go on a journey where they realize that/why they care about eachother, and come to value that enough to compromise and work to find their balance.

They also both need to temper their impulses and instinctive responses to be able to think thing through and not just rush in guns blazing, though that might be a series arc and not just for the one movie.

Probably makes the main thrust of this movie something along the lines of: People and relationships are important and irreplaceable, but also hard work and compromise. They are well worth the effort of doing things right.

Which gives us some nice points to invert for our villain trio.

And speaking of villains, the villains and side-characters need arcs too.

In the film, Cletus wants to tell his story, wants to escape, wants to find his girlfriend, wants to get married, and wants to wreak havoc and kill people.

Scream wants to escape, wants to find her boyfriend, wants to get married, and wants to wreak havoc and kill people.

That’s all perfect for what the film wants to do (I have not read the comics and know nothing about scream, don’t at me. But also do, maybe you’ve got some ways to sell all of this better) 100%, no notes.

Where this breaks down is when it comes to Carnage itself. We get very little of its motivations, and we don’t get much between the symbiote and Casady, and even less between it and Scream. And what we do get isn’t compelling. It seems clear to me that they were trying to do a parallel to Eddie and Venom here, but it lacks the clarity and follow-through to really work.

Also AFAIK Carnage symbiote is supposed to be she/her and it’s a bummer that it’s not in the movie though I am always gonna be a “symbiotes are it/its first and anything else second” truther.

So to fix it:

Carnage is newly born straight off of the “we should be able to do what we want with no morals/consequences/limits” argument that Eddie & Venom were having and bases its initial personality off of that. Its motivation is that it wants to murder-party its way across the Earth. It sees Cletus as a good time and it is covetous of him as a host. It wants a match at least as good as Venom’s, and it wants its host to have things that make them feel hedonistically good, but it does not respect Cletus and it doesn’t care about Scream herself.

Cletus loves Scream. And he appreciates the abilities and possibilities that Carnage brings to the table and the way that their goals and desires align, but nothing more than that. People are a means to an end, to be used as he sees fit. To be manipulated and lied to without a thought. He doesn’t care to tell Scream about Carnage being its own being, all the better to bask in the glory of saving her and being powered up all by himself. He doesn’t care to explain to Carnage how the world works, or to reel it in, preferring to ramp it up for the carnage and chaos and pretend that it was all his idea.

Scream loves Cletus, but she is jealous and suspicious. She acts up whenever Cletus seems to have anyone else important in his life, and is even more dismissive of the people around them as little more than backdressing and playthings at best. She has skills and knowledge, and tries to use them to plan their future, but gets ignored by Cletus overruling her opinions and choices unless he is in a “yes, anything for you, everything you say will be done” mood. When she finds out about Carnage she is HECKIN jealous. How dare he have someone even closer to him than she is?

The marriage going from the two of them to the three of them is a peace offering without solving the underlying issues. And when Cletus ignores one of Scream’s choices – the officiant or somethign and Scream gets mad and Carnage slaps her for ruining their big day and then Cletus fights with Carnage for hurting his love, that is the crack that weakens them enough for Eddie and Venom (with backup) to eventually win the day. Their bond is stronger, they have put in the work, they have laid out a support network and talked about their needs, and in the end they will prevail because they have a healthier relationship for it.

This is of course diametrically opposed to how the actual movie played it, where Eddie and V got back together with no actual changes and out of desperation but the movie still kind of tried to imply that they won because their bond was better? Nah, you gotta earn that, on both sides, and we’d seen more problems on the protagonist side than the antagonists’ by far at that point.

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#carnage #carnage movie #carnage movie reqrite #carnage rewrite #re-write #fix-it #venom rewrite #venom movie #venom #venom let there be carnage #sony venom #sony's venom #sony carnage #sony's carnage #venom (2018) #symbruary #writing #metal #movie reqrite #movie rewrite #My Stuff #venom fix-it

[septembersghost]

I hate how some people are making jokes or telling us we can't be sad or that feeling heartache listening to five albums worth of her music right now is hard and we're connecting to her art "wrong" like jfc it's been one day and this is a devastating shock we can be sad for a minute!

absolutely cannot stress enough how completely and entirely NORMAL it is for people to be sad and shaken right now, and it doesn't mean we're interacting with her music incorrectly or too invested or confused and think she's our best friend or something, none of that is true, and people dismissing it as that are the ones seemingly missing the point. when someone you care about is hurt, you hurt for them, it's human. it doesn't matter that we don't know her directly, an inherent bond is in fact formed between us and her music, and there is no getting around the fact that her music is deeply personal and autobiographical, and that a significant portion has been shaped by and written about this relationship - which also isn't a bad thing, it's beautiful! that love was so real and so transformative and such an important lifeline, and we can be grateful forever that she met joe when she did and that he helped her through those terribly dark times and that they supported and loved one another the way they did, when they did. all of that is still true. it's not undone - it was rare, it was there! (to borrow from a different tune) - and they needed it and it served them in lovely ways for as long as it could. the "these songs were about my life, now they're about yours" mentality is all well and good, but sometimes a bit impossible, and that is okay to acknowledge! the idea that you must take context away and only relate them to yourself or your blorbos is a bit silly, they're still taylor's art and diary and life (and you can and should do both!). also i'm gonna be honest here, many of us do not have a love like that to apply them to, so of course the original meaning sticks a bit. fandom acting like it's a sin right now to be thinking of her within her own music and aching for that is ridiculous. that WILL fade with time, but there hasn't been time yet! everyone's just sort of reeling and trying to process. this is collective mourning for many different aspects of things, it's in fact going to be a different bit of sadness for each person even though we're sharing it together, and that's also normal! her music being intensely personal and lyrically poignant gives us that sense of connection and empathy for what she's experienced and what she's shared, and this is the only time when we've experienced her writing about this type of love, the amount of time it's lasted (we are by extension very used to joe having been a constant! six years is a lot! there are many newer fans who've never known taylor without him being a significant factor), and tbh i could go into further detail here about why it's hitting hard and the little griefs everyone has been sorting through today. you can be grateful something happened and grieve its ending, and the ending of any potential future that might've happened, you can hurt for another person simply because you care for them and wish them the best and want them to be happy. it's not invasive when we are fully aware of the boundaries there too. it's okay for the music to sting and be difficult right now because it's about a life that no longer exists - we will all go back to it and reclaim it and feel the warmth and love in it again, we will hold onto that gratitude (i will never not be thankful that joe was in her life exactly when she needed him and helped her the way he did, that she flourished so much personally and creatively in that time, she didn't have to do that work or find that strength alone and that's a wonderful thing too). it's all about understanding those emotions and giving them space and compassion. we need to give grace to taylor and joe, to each other, and to ourselves for anything we're feeling right now.

#*hugs you* #anyone guilt policing or shaming people for being sad or making mean jokes it is on. sight. #anonymous #letterbox #taylor swift #thrown out speeches #don't read the last page #joe alwyn

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Eleven

Warning! Sexual Content

Library

Pairing: Gojo x Fem!Reader

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Stuck in that library completely alone except for Fushiguro's lips connected to yours, your mind spins a mile a minute as you spiral down a road of moral questioning. However, you quickly give in to the sensation of his touch. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself closer to him, accepting the sin you're getting yourself into.

Fushiguro gently places his hands on your waist, pulling you right onto his lap. You grind down slowly against him, listening to the soft hums he responds with. He's just as much greedy for this as you are which makes you want him all the more.

His hands then lift up from your waist and carefully beneath your shirt. You can feel your body begin to melt under the feeling of his fingers tracing over your skin. As he progresses up, he reaches within your bra and kneads your warm mounds. Quiet hums of satisfaction escape from between your lips and his as he gently tweaks your perked buds.

When his lips part from yours, he pulls away and trails his hands back down to your sides. He then lifts you onto the table before him, displaying you instead of the useless book he was reading before. 

Even lower his hands then travel, reaching down to the tops of your thighs and looping under your skirt. You can feel his nails softly rake across your skin rising into goosebumps as he makes his way towards your core. He leans his head close to your neck and leaves a trail of kisses behind as he works across your skin.

Once he's had enough of teasing you, quietly loving the way you squirm beneath his touch, he leaves one more quick kiss before leaning into your ear. "Just relax," he whispers as he gently pushes you down onto the table and lays you back.

As you keep your eyes over his body now hovering over you, his hands trail back up your skirt which he then hikes above your knees. He pulls your panties to the side and traces over your folds with gentle fingers.

"So pretty," he mumbles to himself as he dips two of his fingers within you. 

When you let out a moan that comes out a bit louder than expected, Fushiguro quickly muffles your sounds with his lips pressed up against your own. And while it helps you stay quiet at the moment, it only serves to bring you closer to an orgasm.

With your head now spinning a million miles per second, you lift your hands under his shirt where you can feel his toned body above you. And as you feel yourself growing closer to your edge, you dig your nails into the side of his skin, bringing him closer and kissing him harder. 

Breath now becoming heavy, you squeeze him impossibly closer to you. You're barreling towards your edge, ready to fall right over when Fushiguro makes a fatal mistake- he pulls out too soon.

"Fuck," you moan quietly as he withdraws his hand.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes, "but I just really want to fuck you."

You watch quietly, yet impatiently as he reveals himself to you. While not living up to the monster-sized cock your sensei provides, it's still not anything to be upset about. You spread your legs and allow him quick access as he pushes right on in with hardly a care- a side of him you don't see quite often.

He isn't gentle this time as he picks you up by your hips and begins thrusting right into you. It's quite obvious now, the impatience he said he was feeling as he continues to ram into your poor cunt that's most definitely going to be sore as hell in the morning.

You grip onto him as best you can, your mouth open with hardly anything able to come out as he forces his way deeper and deeper within you for every pump. Your head spins in a daze of satisfaction as he hits the same sweet spot over and over until you're once more reeling for release.

It's about just the same time as you feel yourself squeeze him tighter, hoping to get every last inch of him within you before you finish that Fushiguro's pace begins to falter. His moves get sloppy just as you find yourself falling right over the edge and just a few moments after, he does the same.

It's not until after the two of you catch your breath does either notice the mess you've both made. Fushiguro pulls out and apologizes profusely as he begins to look around the room for anything he can use to clean you up. Even though you tell him you can just find a restroom, he insists on ripping out a few pages from the book he was reading and cleaning you up with that. You suppose he's stressing out over the part of the mess that he made, but after a quick consolation that you're on birth control, he calms down.

The two of you share a small smile as you meet eyes once your clothes are back on properly. You then walk out of the library in an uncomfortable, quiet silence. You then turn to him and take a deep breath as you think of something to say- hoping that this time you'll actually do it right.

"Bye," you tell him, only able to muster up a single word to his face before completely ditching him in the darkness of the evening and practically sprinting back to your dorm.

There's no way that just happened, you tell yourself on your run back. What am I supposed to do now? I've got to ask Nobara because that was not part of the deal when I said I would 'talk to him' about all of this!

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[commandchap]

UNTITLED STILL POST 2

Cruel Fate For the Innocent

Waking up in a household of French ethnicity isn't an experience you just step into. Mornings are busy times and there is a lot of talk. I very often lay still just listening to the back and forth of my father and the servants discussing the agenda for the day. Generally the building and grounds are pleasant. My father is very self disciplined and I've only seen him lose his temper a few times. Those times are the stories children tell at night to frighten one another hoping they are pretend. I know they are not. propping up on an elbow I hear, aucun des appels téléphoniques jusqu'à midi. Je vais manger quand je reviens de ma réunion du conseil. and mowing my father will not return for lunch until well after noon, I jump up and grab my clothes. That gives me four....maybe five  hours to myself on the stables.

I pull on my T-Shirt and slip my jeans up and button then, pulling the oversized buckle tight around my waist. I would have preferred to leave my signet ring on my dresser when I'm on the stables but my father has very strong scruples about the family crest so it remains on my finger at all times. … Bounding down the stairs and past the kitchen staff I'm outside in a moments time. The hat rays of the sun burn the last of the nights sleep hold from me and free me for another day. With both hands I shove the huge stable doors open, the well maintained hinges hardly making a sound as they swing open wise flooding the space with light and causing the steeds to stir. My mare was at the end and scooping some sweet feed in a bucket I walked the length of barn looking into each tidy stall till I arrives at the end. I poured her feed and smiles as she stood unmoving looking at me. She knows I always being her sugar cubes/ No babe..../ I say laughing/ not till you eat! You know the rules. I can't have my girl putting on weight think about what all the others will say! /The connection we share is uncanny and she moves to her fees as if she knows every word I say This is the horse given to me on the occasion of my first full moon. The night was a hard one, the first always is but it is a tradition to mark the occasion with a gift. I was ecstatic to receive babe and I've not missed a day seeing her. I even read to her when I'm lonely assuming she must be lonely too. After combing her mane and giving her the sugar cubes I walk back to the front store room....and that's when I first knew I wasn't alone. My senses kicked into overdrive and I looked around the lifts and up above. It was a blur but I saw my attacker only a second before I tasted my own blood from the blow to my face. I reeled back falling against the wall and choking. When I I looked up I saw the fanged mouth if my attacker. Vampires! Two more dropped into my field if view as I reached for the crowbar at my  right hand. Too late! Pain flashes up my arm from the stab wounds made for. The throwing star now stick in my arm. As I reaches to  pull it free hands were all over me, and I was pinned against the wall, the foul breath of carnage filled my nose as one hisses into my  ear./ You... You privileges little prick and your stray dog family...will soon bow your knee before a superior race. ... Are you going to to kill me?, I asked. "No!" He hisses back angrily. Then who would deliver our message so your father can prepare? /Two of the vampires stretched my arms wide while the third centered himself in front of me. "We want to make sure 'daddy' believes his boy however and thy you never imagine you will ever, EVER! Be worthy to stand before a true race of immortals."

[pasusfae]

So back to the mans:

in the last post i said i told him i'm not looking for a rebound, that he shouldn't rush the recovery process just for my sake, but the emotional connection and trust was already there, so i'm the perfect target for all of his post breakup feels and he started flirting with me pretty heavily the day after his breakup anyway. I asked if he's sure about this, cause i don't want to feed into it unless he's okay. He says he's fine, so we continue like that for a few days and he's just the sweetest, most adorable man ever and of course i start craving his attention like crazy after i've gotten a taste of his affections. After about a week of this though he stopped flirting completely, i gathered up the courage to ask about it and he confessed that the feelings caught up to him, he just wasn't ready yet but hadn't wanted to bother me.

So now 2 weeks later twitch (the streams he does every day now that he's back) has been keeping him busy and i had a bunch of activism stuff on my plate too, so that put a little of the needed distance between us to start acting like 'just friends' again. He's been feeling drained and tired a lot lately so our calls were not as long as before but we still talk every day.

About 2 days ago though he started dropping a couple innuendos again and i was like 👀👀 Interesting but i didnt say anything of it. Tonight though he had planned to pull an all nighter with me (and bear in mind this was the longest call we've had since The Failed Flirting Thing) and kept the innocent remarks up. I started speaking in french to make fun of something and his voice dropped as he said, word to word, "You have to stop doing that." "What?" "Speaking in different languages. It's too hot."

I would have loved to flirt back, his voice does something to me, good grief. But it's not even been an entire month since their breakup! So i reeled myself in and asked "hey, i wasn't gonna mention this, but i do want to ask if you're okay with us flirting again? I want to make sure you're okay first."

With that I believe I made him too embarrassed, he kept deflecting with things like 'I'm okay, I'm just tired. You didn't do anything, I'm sorry. I'm going to go sleep, good night.' I think he has a pattern of running away if he doesn't know how to deal with a situation, so I asked him to 'please stop running'. We discussed it a bit more on voice before we logged off, and then he commented on the situation again in text.

He said that his language comment was too far and that i'm his friend and he doesn't want to hurt me or lead me on. I said i dont want him to get hurt by jumping into things too quickly and prevent another "flirting then stopping" cycle from happening. He said it would probably be best for now to stop altogether, but i reminded him that he gets to draw the line on what force he chooses to flirt with and when, and that he should expect me to flirt back on the same level when i pick up on it. And to not be afraid of speaking up about his feelings to me if i say something wrong, obviously. (Hes sleeping right now, cant respond.)

My dude, bro, listen, you've pretty much got my whole ass heart already, we'll get through this rough patch together again, i hope you start flirting again soon so i can build towards planning to meet you which is when i will kiss you on your pretty lips on god.

#my boy problems #i'm so gone on this man and he's not even that hot shit #depressed and anxious but got help and now he's on antidepressants #he smokes like 6-10 times a day which is uhm. not the most ideal obviously. #he doesnt care about what he eats and is a dr pepper and pizza addict. #he's also 30 and from the uk with an obsession with video games and lives with his mother (confusing housing situation) #he had a place of his own before that thank god. #anyway Ben pls get your shit together and date me already you're infuriating

[yuli-the-bi]

"But the thing that really stings, for the first time in a while, I thought maybe, maybe I could be around somebody. Anybody. Without my semblance making it... complicated."

"And now it just feels like [it would be] a childish dream."

(hi I'm in pain after making a connection to Qrow's thoughts from this episode to his reaction in v7ch3 and I'm not okay)

#fair game #qrow branwen #clover ebi #rwby #rwby volume 8 #rwby volume 8 spoilers #listen I'm reeling at this connection right now and I just want him to be fucking happy #yuli talks

[imagineabrighterworld]

{Flowers} Midoriya x Reader

Summary// Soulmate!AU where everyone has different soulmate markers. Yours happens to be that flowers bloom where your soulmate gets injured. You just happen to be paired with the boy who breaks his bones daily.

Buds and small blossoms were the norm for you as a child. You would find yourself with little blooms on your palms or on your knees, your mother explaining that that meant your soulmate hurt themself. Maybe tripped or bumped into a table.

Your mom told you how the buds that bloomed on your cheeks meant someone was being mean.

As a teen you realize that the flowers on your body meant cruel things and cruel people.

"Hang on out there." You whisper to the flower on your shoulder, its soft petals tickling your skin. You wished you could talk to your soulmate through your skin like your mothers, how they could write on their skin and see the message on each other, or sing and hear the others voice like your uncle had with his wife. But you and your soulmate were connected by flowers.

What was going on in their life to have so many flowers? Sometimes you could feel phantom pains on your stomach as small bruise colored blossoms grew on your skin, or feel the sharp sting of a slap on your cheek the color of yellow daisies.

One day you're walking down the street when you bump into a green haired boy. You were in a good mood, lately there hadn't been new flowers on your body, which had to mean your soulmate was having a good week.

"Hi." You smile at the boy whose face immediately turns pink.

"H-Hi!" He stutters, his hand immediately going to the back of his neck. "Sorry for bumping into you, I should've been watching- not watching you! But watching out! You know- like how you walk and- and yeah.."

You chuckle. He was cute. Covered in freckles and with bright green eyes like the leaves of a tulip. "Don't worry about it." You hold out your hand and introduce yourself. "How about you?"

He shyly takes your hand. His grip is surprisingly stronger than you expected. "I'm Izuku Midoriya."

"Nice to meet you Midoriya." You smile and shake his hand firmly. "Guess I'll see you around."

"Y-Yeah." He smiles.

He smiles and for a moment the world slows to a stop.

You suck in a breath and hold onto your smile as you continue walking.

--

It's when you enter highschool that the flowers return.

You're in the middle of orientation when deep purple hellebores sprout from your finger. You flex your hand and feel the ghostly pains of a broken bone. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as you listen to the droning of your homeroom teacher.

What happened to start the cycle again? Why was your soulmate hurting? Who was hurting them?

For the first weeks of school, you're stuck with that question as you do nightly checks. Your arms were constantly covered in flowers, and if you were capable of laughing at something so serious, you would debate selling bouquets with the flowers you were growing.

--

The day of the U.A. Sports Festival you sit between your moms and listen to the pro hero Present Mic as he introduces the classes.

Your mom cheers from your left. "We’ll get to see the first years that survived the villain attack!"

Your mother on your right chuckles. "You say it like it was planned darling, they're only kids. They're probably scarred."

Your moms debate the mental health of the 1-A first years as you watch the students from your spot in the stands. The blooms were getting better and had receded, showing your soulmate had healed which allowed you to focus on the games below.

But then a new set of questions popped up.

Would your soulmate be watching too? Were they interested in the sports festival? Were they quirkless? Did they have a quirk? Did they want to be a hero? You couldn't stop the questions that flowed freely in your mind.

You lean on your palm with your elbow resting on your knee. Your face lights up with surprise as you spot a familiar face in the crowd of students from Class A.

"Hey I know that boy!" You point to Midoriya and tug on your moms sleeves. A smile forms on your face. You didn't know he was going to U.A. but then again you never asked. You didn't think to ask.

"I never got his number though."

Your mother hums. "Too bad, he's cute."

Your mom pats your back. "You can try after the games are over."

During the first and second event, you keep your eyes glued to Midoriya. He was a good strategist. Even if he hadn't shown his quirk yet, you could see how skilled he was. It was a far cry from how you met him. Stuttering and shy. He was confident now, albeit a little emotional. He felt different to you.

"You can do it!" You whisper to yourself, your hands clenched as you see him step up to begin his match. You believed in him!

"Welcome to the first match of the finals tournament!"

From above you could see the student across from him begin to speak. Obviously you couldn't catch what was being said, but you had high hopes for Midoriya!

"Ready? Begin!"

Midoriya begins to run forward, but right as he nears the middle of the platform, he freezes in place and stays there. You feel a shiver run through your body as you watch him. Why was he staying still?

"The fight has just begun and Izuku Midoriya is completely frozen!"

The other  boy’s lips start to move. Midoriya turns around and begins to walk back to his side of the ring.

No. He starts walking to get off of the platform.

“What is he doing?” Your mom mutters, “Silly boy, he's supposed to be heading the other way!”

Your mother murmurs in agreement. “Could it be his opponent’s quirk?”

You didn't quite care as you stood up from your spot and began yelling. “Come on Midoriya! You can do it! Don't give up!”

He was just a step away from the border of the platform when a giant blast of wind came from his hand. At that moment you felt the ghostly pains of your index and middle finger snap. Baby’s-breath grew from your fingers.

You look down at your hand in horror as the announcer screams over the intercom.

"What's this! Midoriya stopped just in time!"

Midoriya was an inch away from the platform, but all your focus was on the flowers that bloomed on your skin. Flowers in the same place as his injuries.

You sit back down, ignoring your mothers as they continue cheering when Midoriya goes back into action. You don't see what happens next, all you hear is that Midoriya won.

On went the battles, but your focus was on your hand and the flowers that slowly fell off as the broken fingers were healed.

When his next match came, you looked up from your stupor. He was fighting a boy who had so far sweeped his way through to the finals. A part of you wanted to cheer Midoriya on, knowing that his match would be a tough one, but the other part was reeling in horror at what would become of his body. He broke his bones using his quirk.

Day in and day out, you had seen flowers grow on you, and you never had a face to link them to.

Cuts, bruises, burns, broken bones.

All from him.

You don't watch his match, all you hear and feel is the shattering ice of his opponent and the flowers that burst from your skin in waves of color. First his fingers, then his arms.

The match ends, and you are left sitting with hydrangeas and hibiscus, poppies and peonies all littering your arms as if you were a living garden.

“Sweetie what happened?” Your mother finally asks from  beside you, or maybe you just weren't listening before. “Could your soulmate be that boy- hey!”

You stand up and push your way through the crowds, running down the line of stairs and around the stadium. The students were in seats across from you, which meant they had to have an entrance nearby.

A door lay in front of you, blocked by several Pro Heroes. You transform into a butterfly, not caring about the pain that rattled through your body at shifting into such a small creature as you fly past their watch and enter the stadium reserved for the students.

You fly past doors marked as waiting rooms until you reach the recovery center.

The door was cracked open, and inside you could see him. He was bandaged up, his body covered in scratches and bruises.

You shift back into a human and slam your flower coated fists on a nearby table.

His eyes open and he straightens up on the recovery bed, wincing in pain when he moves his arms. His eyes were dull with pain, but they had the same light in them as when you had met him for the first time.

Did that light drive him to hurt himself so much?

“You again- how did you get in here?” He sits up properly.

Your eyes are full of tears as you look at his casts.

“You.” You wipe at your eyes, spreading pollen across your face. “I've been a living garden for fifteen years and all you have to say is how did you get in here?”

You can hear the confusion in his voice as he mumbles a small “I’m sorry?”.

Summoning a claw, you pierce the side of your neck and make a thin line.

From his neck, carnations bloom from his skin at the same site of your wound.

His eyes widen in realization.

You both stay silent until you let out a breathy laugh. Now he knew. Now the cogs were turning. You were always so careful to not get hurt to keep from scaring your soulmate, but did he ever put in the same care?

“We’re soulmates..” He whispers.

“For fifteen years.” You repeat silently. “For fifteen years, I’ve had sleepless nights, knowing you were being hurt. For fifteen years you gave me flowers. Looking at flower shops were so painful because they reminded me of you. I couldn't even stand being at my uncle’s wedding because the arrangements reminded me of your pain.”

“I’m-”

You hold up your hand. “Why do you hurt yourself so much? Why go through so much pain? This quirk.. Is it so important for you to become a hero if all you get out of it is pain?”

With blurred vision and eyes stinging from tears, you look at Midoriya who had a quiet look of contemplation on his face. It takes a beat before he looks you in the eyes.

“I want to become a hero that brings a smile to people’s faces. A hero you can rely on.” His Adam's apple bobs as he gulps. “A hero you can rely on. I never meant to make you cry. I'm sorry.”

You slump down to the floor. You hear him squeak and jump down from the bed, letting out a string of “ow’s” before crouching in front of you.

“Really, I’m sorry-”

You place a hand over his mouth and give him a stern look. “Just shut up.”

“Yes ma'am.” He mumbles from behind your hand, his face obscured by the flowers on your hand.

“Ma’am?” A small laugh threatens to escape you.

“I say things when I get nervous..”

Despite the weight of the emotions you had been carrying, you finally laugh.

He leans away from your hand, a blush on his cheeks as you hold you cover your own mouth to try and tame your laughter.

“So um.. Im free Sunday. If you want to talk about how this'll work..?” He questions meekly.

You wipe your eyes and smile. “I’d like that.”

Extra//

You hang upside down from a tree as you watch Midoriya train. He had come over for dinner but as you waited for your moms to finish cooking, you both took to the outside. He had looked to your training grounds in awe and quickly pleaded with you to try out the course.

“It’s my mother’s, not mine, go ahead.” And how could you deny his bright eyes and smile? The damned thing could light an entire city.

He was nearly drenched in sweat by the time he stopped his run through of the course and his small session of shadow boxing. He wipes away his sweat with the back of his hand and sits down under the tree where you hung like a bat.

“Nice huh?”

“Yeah. What does your mother do to have a space like this?”

“She's a hero. But she patrols the west region. She comes back every few weeks to visit us.”

He bonks you on the head as he looks up in amazement. “She's the Transformation Hero Mystique?!”

You quirk a brow. “Bingo. How'd you get that?”

“Lucky guess.” He mumbles sheepishly. 

“You saw her hero costume didn’t you.” You ask bluntly.

He fiddles with his scarred fingers. “I may have taken a detour when I went to the bathroom..”

You turn your head and give him a kiss on the cheek. “Silly boy.”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #bnha izuku #bnha midoriya #bnha Izuku midoriya #bnha Midoriya x reader #boku no hero academia Midoriya x reader #mha #my hero academia #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha izuku #mha midoriya #mha Izuku midoriya #mha Midoriya x reader #my hero academia Midoriya x reader #- beta Zetzal

[howdoyousleep3]

Now that we've re-brought up love weight gain with Daddy Steve and Baby Buck all I'm think about is connecting it to that other ask you had about how Bucky might react to meeting one of Steve's exes... what if that happens when Bucky's a little heavier and Steve notices that Bucky is kind of, like, in awe of this gorgeous woman that happens to be an ex of his daddy? So Steve pulls him into his side and tells him that he's got just as good curves as his ex, he's just as pretty, etc. Knowing that in the moment he kind of needs that physical reassurance because clearly the ex is drop-dead gorgeous. Anyway, love you, K!

Gawdddddd, S! I relate so hard to this, aha. I think if Bucky were feeling even slightly insecure in this chunkier body meeting one of Steve’s ex-girlfriends would hit him harder. In the previous Ask I explained how Bucky wouldn’t need immediate reassurance but might need some later that night if he stews and feelings fester. In this situation he would need something different, something right away. 

Steve can see Bucky’s head swimming, can see the way the interaction with her in this bookstore has sent Bucky reeling. In my head it would be necessary for Steve to get pushy, for him to address it right in the moment instead of waiting. But that would make Bucky livid. He hasn’t processed his own feelings and his brain is being mean to him and he just wants to ignore it and press it down, but we know Steve won’t let that happen. 

“Bucky, baby c’mere— no, don’t do that. Come here...” 

Bucky would literally try to walk away from the issue, from Steve, would shoulder off Steve’s attempts at grabbing for him until Steve has no choice but to reach and grab and press Bucky into a bookshelf, standing toe-to-toe with him, fighting off Bucky’s hands. 

“Steve, not— quit!”

“Babylove, Bucky...listen to me, shh, shh. We’re gonna talk about this, c’mon...”

“Steve...please...”

Bucky doesn’t stand a chance against his Daddy’s patience, how comforting his body feels pressed up against Bucky’s own, the way Steve’s voice rumbles pleasantly into Bucky’s ear. He crumbles after a mere fifteen seconds, stops fighting and lets his Daddy do what he does best. 

“You got thoughts in your brain that I don’t want there, that your Daddy needs to get rid of. Are you feelin’ bad about yourself now? Did seeing her make you sad?” 

Steve makes sure to keep things broad, to phrase his questions in a way that make it simple for Bucky to respond. It hurts Bucky to hear such words and so quickly but he feels safe in this embrace, always feels safe with Steve. He nods his head into Steve’s collarbones with a whimper, hands sliding down the front of Steve’s shirt, fingers gripping onto the fabric. 

Steve’s beard feels lovely against his temple, his cheek, his Sad Daddy noise pressing into the side of Bucky’s head, ruffling up his hair as Steve nuzzles in close. His hands cupping Bucky’s neck, the hinges of his jaw as he speaks, feel grounding as well. 

“You know how I feel about letting yourself feel your emotions, lettin’ yourself work through them, but I can’t let you do this alone. I know you— you’d be too mean to my Buck. And you’d be too mean to him for no good reason...”

Steve pauses to let Bucky think, to give him a few kisses on his temple, his cheek. He isn’t sure yet if Bucky is ready to look up at Steve, so he keeps his hands on either side of Bucky’s neck as he continues tip his head and murmur into Bucky’s ear.

“I love you. And I love only you. And not only do I love you but I love everything about you—”

Steve’s words have Bucky whimpering some more, arms sliding around Steve’s waist, under his jacket. He kisses at the closest skin of Steve’s he can reach.

“I don’t want you thinkin’ for a second that I love you any less or that you aren’t worthy of the love I wanna give you because we ran into her and you saw her. You are who I love. You are my focus, my present, my everything. I wouldn’t change a thing about you, Buck...”

And Steve’s hands move as he speaks those last sentences, makes his way down Bucky’s body, his torso, squeezing as he goes. Bucky doesn’t have a choice but to look up at Steve, to do so with watery eyes as Steve’s hands slip back up to cup Bucky’s face. 

“You hear me?” is all he asks and Bucky’s chin fights a tremble as he nods his head, lets out an affirmative noise before Steve kisses him sweetly on the lips. 

“Tell me you love me,” Daddy commands and Bucky leans into the command with certainty, grateful for it. 

“I love you.” 

Another two kisses.

“Tell me you know your Daddy loves you.” 

Bucky swallows thickly, doesn’t want to make another sad noise even if one does manage to squeak out. 

“My Daddy loves me,” Bucky whispers wetly before Steve is smiling, running his thumbs along Bucky’s cheekbones, smiling into their next few kisses and his rumbly, “You’re damn right he does. Now, come on— we’ve got a dinner to get to...”

🥺🥺🥺 Y’all, my heart my heart! It’s bursting, ‘sploding! I love them so much, ugh. They may need to address this again a few times before Bucky feels comfy again but he doesn’t feel stupid for having these thoughts. Steve always insists Bucky’s feelings are valid. It’s just easier for Bucky to process his feelings with Steve by his side. 

Lub you, S thank you. Hope you’re having a nice day. 🥰💖

#askK