#that sweet pony died after an accident

[saturnvs]

i dreamed that i visited my childhood riding school. my favorite horse poked his head out of his stall and greeted me. i ran to him and petted him. i swear i could feel his warm breath and his fur, it felt so real. i'm not sure where that dream came from but i woke up nearly crying.

#i also don't know why i'm telling you about it #that sweet pony died after an accident #he wasn't even 10 years old #i think he must've been my first heartbreak #i remember when he was on rest and stood there in his stall with huge pink bandages on his front legs #i used to sneak in just to pet him and give him some treats #one of the instructors worked part time as a veterinarian and sometimes i would watch her change the bandages #he usually stood with his head hanging and his eyes closed during that period of rest #but always perked up when someone came in to see him #he was so kind #and i wish i had more time with him #i should paint him again

[ladywaterfall]

I, for one, will never forget that time i wrote a mlp g2 fanfic in which moon shadow stole an ancient powerful necklace which granted the wearer the ability to see into the future from queen silver rain because moon was an orphan with no friends except dainty dove, who was a pegasus/earth pony hybrid and couldn't fly even after her moult (in this fanfic pegasi have fluffy wings until age 12, then they grow into their flight feathers), but then the leader of the orphanage twinkle star (who was also a pegasus/flutter pony hybrid) got hired by queen silver rain to murder dove, but dove escaped and is now hiding in the woods near the pegasus kingdom, but moon doesn't know that and is planning her revenge on the monarchy.

meanwhile, sundance hates her responsibilities as the princess of the earth ponies, along with her brother firefly and her sister crystal, who has always been overlooked by her parents sunsparkle and night star (who dies while trying to stop moon shadow from escaping with the necklace), until light heart commits arson in the castle during the midsummer day tryouts for a new jester (her popular sister trixiebelle was chosen instead of her) and she ans sundance escape through a secret passage which sunsparkle ordered secret tale and merry moments to build before they ran away to the lost library in the middle of the rainbow forest.

Afterwards sundance meets sweet berry (who is melanistic and has really strong magic) in a cottage in the woods and together they go back to the castle, assuming light heart was captured. they sneak into the castle and watch crystal deliver a prophecy about incoming doom, then sunsparkle tells sundance that sweet berry killed her sibling ivy with her magic. they look for light heart in the dungeons, but instead find moon shadow, who drugged all the guards and she knocks sundance unconscious right before light heart showed up. turns out she had been in hiding in a nearby town. they run away from the scene of the crime and decide to go to the lost library, but not before scaring all the royal guards with sweet berry's magic.

they meet merry moments and secret tale at the lost library, who casually tell light heart that she is a hybrid and that trixiebelle is not her real sister. sundance captures moon shadow and makes her give up the necklace that she took from crystal, and she joins their friend group. merry moments suggests that they should go to the flutter kingdom, because she doesn't recognise the necklace and the flutter kingdom is the most mysterious of all the kingdoms. moon shadow leaves to contact her ex girlfriend dainty dove.

sundance, light heart and sweet berry go to the flutter kingdom, where they meet an exiled border guard named morning glory. she says that the flutter kingdom is an opressive dystopia ever since the old rulers mysteriously disappeared and were replaced by the new queen. morning glory disguses light heart and sweet berry as sundance's government officials and they visit the palace while sweet berry has an existencial crisis about killing ivy by accident five years ago. morning glory breaks into the royal library and finds out that she is actually the lost princess of the flutter ponies, but she rejects this responsibility in favour of escaping with light heart to the unicorn kingdom.

light heart meets her sister dainty dove, moon shadow, crystal (who ran away after sunsparkle tried to use her prophecy powers to declare war on the other kingdoms, and copper glow, who is an outcast from society due to not having magic. together they spy on queen silver swirl, and discover that she is stealing the unicorns' magic in order to conquer the world (why is every ruler in this fanfic trying to conquer the world smh) and that crystal is secretly half unicorn, and that the necklace was worthless all along. all the kingdoms go over and have an epic fight, which the main characters stop of course. crystal also turns her mom into a ghost because yes.

i spent half an hour typing this out.

DROP THE LINK-

but fr there's SO MUCH going on here. I love that you did that.

The corruption of ponies in power. arson. mysterious conspiracies. lost princesses. accidental murder?? turning your mom into a ghost. TRULY iconic. absolutely love it.

#also g2 representation! #truly the first time I have seen night star in anything #the high stakes and drama wow #this reads like the plot of a YA novel OR how we actually played with our toys in childhood #my little pony #my little pony g2 #my little pony fic #g2 mlp

[the-gateway-to-madness]

Jack Frost Headcanons

Jack likes strong flavors, be they spicy, sweet, or savory. He likes mild stuff too- point is he'll try any food, pretty much.

Jack has good coordination and steady hands, and as such is very gentle when he handles most objects (and animals, and people).

Jack is a Ravenclaw with ADHD: he's not ambitious or trying to join the Guardians, who are powerful and well-known. His fighting style is more about maneuvering and strategizing than guts or power (unless you really upset him like when Sandy died). The being-easily-bored and good sense of humor would indicate intelligence as well.

Jack has a great sense of rhythm but dances like a dork on purpose.

Jack is a night owl.

Jack creates a proper hideaway for himself in Burgess after the movie. Something about the forming and confirmation of his identity in the movie makes me think he'd be ready to make a nice little home or even just a safe spot afterwards.

Jack's main love language is quality time, North's is words of affirmation, Bunny's is acts of service, Tooth's is gifts, and Sandy's is physical touch. Yes, I know North seems like he should be the gifts type, and he definitely does gifts like no one else- but he comforts Jack by talking with him, and Tooth tries to comfort Sophie with a (horrendous) gift.

Jack never yells during arguments. He's seen what it does to people who've been abused, watched kids and lovers be hurt and tried to stop it- so he refuses to even risk scaring anyone that way. Even before becoming a Guardian, Jack would never raise his voice in a fight- at the very least, never face-to-face.

Jack has a handful of scars, mostly from dumb accidents or crash-landings. He refuses to tell the stories. Everyone assumes they're horrible and traumatic, but in reality, Jack was just terrible at paying attention to stuff when he first started out as a spirit.

Emotions like anger, embarrassment, or attraction raise Jack's body temperature just enough for his blood to thaw and his heartbeat to get going. It startles him every single time.

Jack is fascinated by folklore and mythology and studied them extensively to try to track down other spirits to befriend, with little success.

Jack played at least one instrument in his past life (his hands would be suited to violin or piano, especially) and instrumental music still calms and focuses him.

Jack was a farmer in his past life and still has lean, strong muscle hidden under his hoodie. He could absolutely win an arm wrestle with Bunny.

Jack is a little insecure about his Adam's apple.

Jack's powers are stronger at night due to the lack of apricity.

Unlike the animosity that a lot of the fandom portrays Jack having with other potential seasonal spirits, I think he's buddies with the other seasons, they just don't see each other much due to minimal domain overlap. The spirit of autumn is his favorite, but he's very protective of spring (mirroring the fact spring relies on winter to nourish the earth). The other seasons all treat him like their baby brother.

Jack dips french fries in Wendy's frosties unironically. He probably dips their chicken nuggets in the frosties too.

Sophie made Jack watch gen 4 My Little Pony with her and he didn't think the songs were half bad. He would never admit this to Jamie or anybody else in a thousand years.

Jack thinks birds are cool.

Cats see Jack more often than dogs. He doesn't know why, but he's willing to pet most things that move.

Stay tuned for what will probably be a lot more of these-

#rise of the guardians #rotg jack frost #jack frost #rotg #rotg sandy #rotg north #rotg tooth #rotg bunnymund

[readingforsanity]

The School Trip | Miranda Smith | Published 2023 | *SPOILERS*

They should have been watching. But my little girl is gone...

On this crisp October day, the class of six-year-old children are wrapped up in warm gloves and coats for their trip to a local farm. They giggle as they stroke the animals and search for the perfect Halloween pumpkin, and as I watch my daughter Claire race off with her friends, the pink ribbon in her hair bouncing, I breathe a sigh of relief. It's been so hard since my husband died and my sweet little girl deserves to be happy.

But as the sun sets and the teachers gather the children, Claire is nowhere to be seen.

We call the police and frantically scour the fields and playgrounds, my heart breaking as I cry out Claire's name. And then a detective shows me a video: my daughter, skipping away from the farm, holding hands with an adult in a bulky coat, their cap pulled down low.

My blood turns to ice. Claire would never leave with a stranger. Whoever took her must be someone I know.

But who could want to punish me this badly? Is it linked to the night I refuse to think about - the terrible night my husband died?

Did my mistakes put my baby girl in danger? Can I save her by finally facing the past? Or will I lose her forever when the truth comes out?

A brilliantly twisty thriller that will have you gripped from the first page to the final reveal. Perfect for fans of Gillian Flynn, Ruth Ware and Lisa Jewell.

Emma is a teacher, on a fall field trip with not only her kindergarten class, but the other kindergarten classes, one of which that includes her own 6-year-old daughter, Claire. Though promises to spend the time together were given, unfortunately, Emma isn't able to dedicate much time to Claire, as she is also with a few of her own students whose parents were unable to attend the special outing.

The day is going well, until Laura, a fellow kindergarten teacher, arrives at their designated lunch spot without one of her students, Katy. Trying to keep the others calm, Emma and the others begin searching for her. Coming up empty, Emma decides to get the police involved. While searching inside of the corn mazes on the pumpkin patch property, Emma finds the young girl, scared.

When Katy is reunited with her mother at the entrance to the pumpkin patch, and the other parents and students are allowed to leave the property, Sarah, Emma's close friend and fellow teacher, tells Emma that she has lost Claire, whom Emma had entrusted to watch her daughter while she searched for the other missing girl.

This situation is entirely different. Police are already on the scene, and they escort Emma back to her home. For the last 2 years, Emma has been raising Claire alone, after her husband died in a car accident. Emma's grief has gotten in the way of a lot of her life, and she begins thinking of the what ifs, knowing that her daughter was maliciously taken, not just wandered off and gotten lost.

Detective Sanchez is the head of the investigation, and she shows Claire a video, showing Claire walking off with an unidenified figure toward the parking lot. They also catch sight of her on CCTV cameras, her signature pony tail viewed inside of a car driving along the highway. The car turns out to be a rental vehicle, so it'll take some more time to figure out who rented it, but they have a lead.

Thus begins a series of events of waiting and wondering. Sarah, who has come to Emma's home to be a moment of support for her, ends up admitting after Emma witnesses a cell phone video of the parking lot, that she had stepped away from the students for a few moments to smoke a cigarette on the property. She feels horribly knowing that those few seconds or minutes away was when Claire was abducted.

Not knowing who she could trust, the sudden appearance of her brother-and-sister-in-law, her husband David's brother and his wife Piper. They were made aware of a ransom request by Sarah, and they were the only ones who had the amount requested on hand, in cash, to provide to Emma to get Claire back.

The ransom drop doesn't go off as expected, as the man only left a pile of blankets and burlap instead of a child. He is captured and is found out to be Darren, Sarah's deadbeat boyfriend. After questioning, he is ruled out as a potential suspect, having only seen the opportunity to get money that he needed.

The night goes on. Emma begins revisiting the fight she had with David the night of his death, and she begins looking into that night further. The other person who had died was named Christine Fields, and she is shocked to see that Piper knew her personally. She confesses that she and Christine had been friends and roommate while in college, and that her sudden death left her grieving. She had originally come to North Ridge to meet Steven to learn more about David, in order to begin healing, but the two of them fell in love and anything about David ultimately went away.

Piper ends up giving Emma the information she needed to learn the identity of the man behind this kidnapping plot. His name is Jonathan Archer. He and Christine had been in a relationship, though he was very emotionally abusive and controlling. Piper shares that Christine was considering moving to North Ridge to get out of that relationship, and that she had even found out she was pregnant prior to the move. When Piper shares a picture of what Jonathan looked like, Emma knows that this is the person who took Claire, as it non-other than a man named Jack Fox, a teacher assistant who works with her grade.

In the end, Jack took Claire to The Bluffs, a popular camping spot in the town. He and Christine had visited when they were dating, and it was, to him, the perfect spot to lay low until the hustle and bustle of Claire's disappearance calmed down. Steven and Emma confront him, and Steven even chases after him into the woods, but he ends up falling off the bluff, either on purpose or he never saw it coming, that's left up to the reader to decide.

Claire is reunited with Emma.

A year later, Emma is still dealing with the trauma of that night, though she and Claire are working through it together. Luckily, Claire doesn't seem to recall many memories of that night as she had been unconscious, through a sleep serum, the majority of the time. But for Emma, it is still something that keeps her up most nights in worry. But, her renewed relationship with her husband's family is also helping that, as Steven and Piper, after initially deciding they didn't want children, are preparing to welcome their unknown-gendered child into the world. Life is moving forward for Emma and her family, finally, and happily.

This book is every parents worst nightmare rolled into one. We entrust our childrens' lives in the hands of their teachers every day when they walk into school. We want to think that those same people, who are also a lot of the time, parents themselves, will do anything and everything to protect your children, but how far will they actually go?

It's a terrifying thought to send your child on a school field trip, believing that with the help of teachers and chaperones, every child would be safe. But, anything can go wrong. This book will make you think twice about who you trust around your children. Because a lot of the time, people aren't always who they say they are.

[myfunkinapocalypse]

Name: Sergeant John Captain Tankman

Age: 53

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Species: Human

Skills: Anything relating to the military. Cock jokes.

Story: A military captain who went off on his own, one day he met a loving and kind lady named Alice and together they birthed two beautiful children, Pico and his sister Vicky. Tankman witnessed Pico in the news of the aftermath of the school shooting and went with Alice immediately to the school and Vicky came along to also comfort Pico, Pico was so stricken and terrified that he thought his family were enemies. John sadly lost Alice in a T bone accident with a semi driver and was there with his two children when they decided to pull the plug on her. He now dates his second in command Steve, but still severely misses Alice. He would do anything for his children and husband and wife when she was alive. Tankman was also diagnosed with PTSD and schizophrenia from his time as a sergeant in the army.

(Credit to Cherry_Jelly and SimpKiwii)

Name: Alice Tankman

Age: 31 (When alive) 55 (Current age)

Sexuality: Straight

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Species: Human (Formerly) Angel/Spirit (Currently)

Skills: Ability to sign in ASL pretty fluently, ability to work with technology (When alive) Flying, fighting with a light sword, watching over loved ones from heaven.

Story: Alice was a very sweet and loving girl. Born in 1959, she was very optimistic and outgoing, she caught scarlet fever in 1963 and it led her to be deaf. In 1982 she discovered My Little Pony and fell in love. Being 23 and dating Tankman at the time, she got her first ever pony which was Cherries Jubilee and loved it and collected every pony ever since. In 1990 she gave birth to Pico and Vicky and cherished them. Then in 1999 she saw what Pico went through in the school shooting aftermath and hurried over with Tankman and Vicky. After bringing Pico to the hospital and comforting him, they lived happily until a few months later when she was T-boned by a semi truck and left in critical condition, she was in a coma and after 2 weeks of no response or activity, Tankman made the really hard decision to pull the plug and she died and went to heaven, now she watches over Pico and her family, providing support in the apocalypse through her prayers and love.

Name: Vicky Tankman

Age: 34

Sexuality: Straight

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Species: Human

Skills: Being the "worst babysitter ever", acting, and being a supportive sister

Story: Vicky was born a few minutes after Pico which technically makes her the little sister of the family. Despite her appearance she's really sweet and loves her family and older brother, ever since they were little Pico would allow her to call him "little brother" for dominance reasons. In 2001 Vicky got an acting job at Nickelodeon for a show called Fairly Odd Parents, when she was 11. They casted her as an evil 16 year old babysitter with the same name. She did acting for 24 years before they cancelled the show and she was forced to retire. Although she has no gun skills like her brother, she wields a chainsaw and can be very deadly when threatening her family.

#pico's family

[spooki-ghoztzz]

Could you please write a young teen (13/14) reader who becomes friends with Elizabeth when she's 13? Thank you

(Ofc! I've never wrote for Elizabeth but there's a first for everything-)

Both you and Liz became friends when she met Susie,but ever since the..accident you and Liz became closer than before. You were by her side no matter what and it stayed that way for a long time.

She’s honestly a great friend,she's always so sweet and caring to you it doesn’t even feel real- she always says how good of a friend you are and how she's happy you aren’t gone.

She would talk about My Little Pony a lot to you! She’d basically drop the whole plot and talk about her favorites,Bow Tie and Gusty.

Shadow Liz has showed up often whenever you two talk or when you try to comfort her. Let’s just say she’s saved you plenty of times.

She has a lot of polaroids of you and her hung up in her room! Most of them are from when you first met,trips and even ones of you just being around the house or doing something dumb- her favorite ones are ones when you’ve had sleepovers at your home or hers!

She shares her ice cream with you a lot..lucky- 

She loves to do your makeup or lets you do hers! It’s a fun little way you bond-

Onto a bit of sad things,she’d mention her brothers death to you once and it was when she was upset because her father. She cried into your shoulder as she described in detail how C.C/Evan died and she NEVER got to see him after that.

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(little fic time,)

You had your arms around Liz whom was sobbing into your shoulder,gripping onto the back of your shirt.”I still miss him y/n..i wish Michael would’ve listened to me-”She said,shaky. You were silent till you looked her in the eyes and used your sleeve to wipe her tears away with a soft smile.”He wouldn’t want you to be upset,Lizzy. He’d want you to be happy and live your life!” She let out a soft giggle and used a tissue to wipe some of her smudged makeup off.”You’re right,y/n..i don’t know what i’d do without you. i’m gonna miss you when i'm gone.”

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#blueycapsules #blueycapsules x reader #blueycapsules elizabeth #elizabeth afton

[pomegranatebitch]

make it better, make it better

sambucky┃2k words┃mentioned civilian death

Summary: Sam comes home from a hard day of being Captain America, and while Bucky can’t shoulder the burden for him, he can take care of his boyfriend and show him he’s loved

((Just soft sambucky, Bucky taking care of Sam because he fucking deserves it))

_________________

“I can’t do it. I can’t fucking do it anymore!”

Sam came bursting into their shared Louisiana apartment at a full 10. He ripped the wings off his back with such force Bucky thought he might break them even though he knew they were indestructible. Sam practically threw the shield across the floor like it had burned him, crashing it into the kitchen table.

Bucky quickly rose from where he’d been half paying attention to a late night Golden Girls marathon while waiting for Sam to get home. Blanche and Rose bickered quietly in the background while Sam huffed out rapid breaths, desperately trying to yank the suit off with shaking hands.

“I can’t get this fucking thing off!” He nearly yelled into their otherwise still apartment.

Bucky approached him tentatively, hands out but unsure what to do with them. “Here, let me help—”

“I got it! Just don’t— I…” Sam snapped but the fight drained out of him as soon as it had appeared. He stumbled to the living room and sat down heavily on the couch, his face buried in his hands as he hunched over himself. The soft chatter of the TV was the only noise in the room as Bucky stood frozen, watching Sam’s back rise and fall with slow deliberate breaths.

After a minute of dead silence, Bucky circled around the couch slowly, clicking the TV off and gingerly sitting down on the opposite side of the couch, leaving plenty of room between them.

When Sam finally spoke, his voice cracked with unshed tears. “I can’t do it anymore.” Even with his super hearing, Bucky had to strain to hear him.

Bucky nodded slowly, though Sam wouldn’t have been able to see him, still hiding his face with his palms. “Can you tell me what happened?” Bucky whispered.

At that, Sam laughed. But it wasn’t his usually sunshine-filled, pure joy laugh. This was dark, sarcastic. Exhausted. “What didn’t happen?” He bit back.

It took a minute and several more deep breaths but he finally continued.

“I was in Dallas on an emergency call, supposedly some threat against a Senator’s life and I got called in. Fuck, it was half pony show and half media circus. They didn’t need me there. They just wanted Captain America standing behind some politician trying to pass some bill with some agenda, hell I don’t even know.

“Then they had a press conference and stuck me in front of a microphone. Some reporter…I don’t know who…he asked why I’d chosen to stay there in Dallas rather than help with the evacuations in Miami.”

Bucky made a small, confused noise but otherwise let Sam go on.

“Apparently, while I was being paraded around for some asshole Senator who probably didn’t need any extra protection in the first place, someone set off a pipe bomb in a café in Miami. I didn’t even know about it until that reporter asked. They caught the guy in minutes but fourteen people were injured and one girl—” he had to pause to collect himself, “one girl died in the blast.”

Sam finally took his face out of his hands and turned to look toward Bucky. Silent tears were streaming down his face but his eyes looked like he was a thousand miles away. “I saw the news after the press conference, Buck. She was 20. She was studying aerospace engineering, had an internship at NASA this next summer. She looked—” a sob wracked his hunched frame, “she looked just like Sarah did when she a kid.”

At that, all the fight left Sam’s body and Bucky caught him in his arms, waiting to see if Sam might pull away and when he only curled around Bucky further, he pulled Sam even closer to his chest. Bucky could feel where tears were soaking through the shoulder of his t-shirt as he rubbed one hand soothingly in circles across Sam’s back, the other coming up to cup the back of his head.

Bucky didn’t say anything. There was nothing he could say to Sam that Sam didn’t already know himself. Sam knew there was nothing he could have done to prevent the attack. Sometimes terrible things just happened, and there wasn’t a rhyme or reason why. People died in tragic accidents and no amount of superheroes was ever going to change that.

Even if he’d flown to Miami the second the blast went off, it would have taken him hours to get there and by then first responders would have taken all the survivors to hospitals and with the perp detained, there would have been nothing left for Sam to do but stare at the rubble.

Bucky couldn’t change the events of the day, he couldn’t make Sam not secretly feel guilty for the young woman’s death, he couldn’t shoulder that burden for his partner. But he could sit with him here in this moment and just hold him while he cried.

And so he did.

Neither of them knew how much time had passed when Sam’s sobs turned to hiccups turned to sniffles. Bucky just stayed there with Sam wrapped in his arms until Sam finally peeled himself off Bucky and rubbed at his eyes.

“I’m sorry I snapped earlier,” Sam whispered.

“Don’t be,” Bucky replied definitively.

“I actually…could use some help getting out of the suit.”

Bucky offered his partner a half smile and gently led Sam from the couch into their shared bathroom. He started running a hot bath, adding in the lavender oils he knew Sam loved best.

In silence, Bucky undid all the hidden zippers and buckles that kept the vibranium suit in place and slowly peeled it off Sam’s body, stripping him too of his underclothes until Sam stood naked and dazed on the cool tile floors.

Bucky stepped in front of him, studying Sam’s face, searching for every little emotion written across his delicate features. Bucky reached up, running a thumb across Sam’s cheekbone, wiping away a stray tear as Sam blinked his eyes closed.

With one last check of the water’s temperature, Bucky helped Sam step into the tub and get settled, Sam’s eyes drifting shut under the comforting heat of the bath.

Bucky dropped a single kiss to Sam’s hair before pulling back. “Come out when you’re ready,” he whispered, not wanting to break the calm quiet.

Sam just nodded and slipped lower under the water and Bucky took that as his signal to go.

It was almost two hours until Sam finally emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and looking decidedly calmer and more present than before. Seeing the crisis had passed, Bucky unashamedly took a minute to admire his boyfriend, the planes of his stomach cutting sharply downward, gesturing to more, and his dark skin practically glowing in the soft light coming from the kitchen. And god, those arms. The things Bucky wanted Sam to do to him with those arms…well his brain was short circuiting a bit at the moment but he’d be sure to lay kisses over every inch of them as soon as he had Sam in bed with him.

When he spoke, Sam’s voice was still a bit gruff from crying hours ago and wow it should not have been as sexy as it was but it was doing things for Bucky. “I know it’s like 2am… but any chance there’s some leftovers or something in the fridge? Between the emergency call this morning and all the meetings and press conferences I don’t think I ever stopped for lunch. Hell, I’d bite into a raw onion right now just to get something to eat.”

Bucky laughed at that. “Slow down, Sammy. I’m sure we can get you something better than that,” he said, gesturing at the kitchen table.

“Is that—” Sam started, eyeing the mound of food that he hadn’t noticed when he came in.

“Two steak burritos from Delmar’s and a metric shit ton of chips and guac. Still don’t know why you like that stuff, tastes like baby food if you ask me.”

“Hush up, Delmar’s in sacred,” Sam said, already digging in to the feast while Bucky watched him with a dopey grin on his face.

Sam cut him a side glance. “Staring,” he grunted out between bites as he’d already inhaled the first burrito.

“Get used to it, Wilson.”

“Fuck, how’d you get it this late, I thought they closed at 11?”

Bucky shrugged. “You left in a hurry this morning, didn’t even grab coffee. If you’re forgetting coffee, you’re definitely gonna forget to eat. Got it ordered to here while I was waiting for you to come home.”

Sam finally paused just before shoving a massive tortilla chip in his mouth. “You ordered it here? Like what, on a delivery app?”

“You know, technology’s really not as hard as you think it is to learn. I mean, they make it easy enough for an idiot to use.”

“Oh so you’re finally admitting you’re an idiot?” Sam grinned.

“Your idiot,” Bucky smirked right back.

“Damn straight.”

Bucky eyed the empty tinfoil wrappers and crumpled paper bag, Sam having finished the meal in record time. “You sure you ain’t a supersoldier?”

Sam laughed, once again bright and warm. “Man, shut the hell up.”

“Make me.”

“Mm, that can be arranged.” Sam got up from his seat and the table and sauntered over to Bucky, still wrapped in only a towel that was slipping lower and lower down his hips.

The kiss Sam pressed to Bucky’s mouth was impossibly sweet, all the biting quips falling away as Sam pulled away, lingering just a hair’s breadth away from Bucky’s lips, nearly making Bucky moan in anticipation, though he caught the sound in his throat.

“Thank you,” Sam breathed. “For everything.” His eyes had fluttered closed but his brow was smooth and free from any stress that had craved it’s way there earlier.

“I’ll always be here for you,” Bucky murmured back. “Thank you for coming home to me.”

They stayed there in that moment, neither wanting to break the soft thing cradled between them, until a yawn forced it’s way over Sam’s face.

“Alright,” Bucky laughed, scooping Sam up with his hands under his thighs, Sam immediately responding by wrapping his legs around Bucky’s waist and grabbing Bucky’s face between his hands. “Bedtime for superheroes.”

“Make me,” Sam joked, but the words were cut short by yet another yawn.

Bucky just snorted as he lugged his half-naked boyfriend back into their bedroom, depositing him on their bed and turning to rifle through their dresser until he found a soft pair of flannel pyjama pants and a light pink durag and tossed both to his partner. Bucky detatched his prosthetic arm as he’d recently started doing more at night and laid the vibranium arm on top of the dresser.

Crawling into bed, Sam let Bucky pull his back to his chest with one strong hand until Sam was snuggly positioned under Bucky’s chin, their legs tangled together under the covers.

“You got anywhere to be tomorrow?” Bucky asked, easily falling into their usual short nightly discussion.

“Uh, got a briefing at 2 with Torres, but I should really get up at 6 for a run and—”

“Take the morning off, Sam. You need to sleep.” Bucky squeezed the arm he had thrown across Sam’s chest a little tighter. “The world can wait for Sam Wilson for another couple hours.”

“But—” Sam started.

“I’ll make pancakes if you agree to sleep in.”

Well now Sam was backed into a corner. Everyone knew Bucky’s blueberry pancakes were things of legend. He’d once seen AJ and Cass wrestle each other for the last one before Bucky broke it up by agreeing to make one more.

“Fine,” Sam huffed, sure that Bucky could hear the smile creeping into his voice. “But I’m out of bed by 10 or you’ll pay for it, Barnes.”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” Bucky teased.

When Sam finally drifted off to sleep, it was with a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth and his heart feeling lighter than it had all month.

#sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #sambucky fic #my fic #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #sam wilson deserves the world #and by god bucky is going to try his best to give it to him #fanfic

[staygold-ponyboycurtis]

The Funeral

The Curtis parents’ funeral, from Darry’s perspective. Enjoy :)

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Frozen. That’s the word. That’s how I’ve felt for the past eight days, five hours, and fourteen minutes. 

In some ways, I don’t think my brain can access the place where it keeps sadness and grief. Growing up like I did, you just don’t let your mind go there. You have to be brave. No crying. No weakness. I have to be strong for my brothers. I can’t let them know I’m suffering and want to fall apart every second of every day since this nightmare began. I have to let them know we’ll be okay. Even if I don’t quite believe it myself.

We got the phone call less than forty-eight hours after we learned mom and dad were gone. As if things couldn’t get harder for us. An apathetic voice on the other end explained to me that they’d be sending over a representative from the state of Oklahoma to assess our familial situation now that there were two minors living parentless in the home. We had less than a week to gather our bearings, then our fate would be decided by an asshole who knew nothing about us.

Before I could even process that my mom and dad were gone, I had the weight of the world dropped on my shoulders. A bitter realization that life as we knew it was about to change forever. Sodapop and Ponyboy couldn’t even mention the subject without anxiety burning through my body. 

It seemed they had a million questions that I couldn’t answer. What would happen to them? What would I do to handle the situation? Could the courts really take them out of our home? They knew there was a chance that they’d be sent off to a boys’ home for orphaned kids and we’d never see each other again. I told them that was impossible. That there was no way in Hell I’d let that happen. I couldn’t lose my entire family in the span of a few weeks. I just didn’t know how I could stop it. 

“They can’t just take us, can they, Darry?” Sodapop had asked. “Don’t we have any say?”

“I have no idea,” I said. “They’re going to do what they think is best for you two.”

“Bullshit. They don’t know what’s best for us.”

But today isn’t about that. Like everything else, I’ve trained my brain to ignore the pressing issues before us. Store them in a place where the truth can’t hurt me too badly. Today is about saying goodbye to mom and dad. 

I stare at the two dark oak caskets sitting at the front of the altar. They’re closed. The harm caused by the accident was unfathomable. I had to identify their bodies at the city morgue. It was a task that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. When I saw the damage that was inflicted to my poor parents, I got sick all over the linoleum floors. That was the first and last time I’ve broken into tears this week. 

I forbade my brothers from seeing our parents in their final state. They begged, but I couldn’t let their last memories of our mom and dad be such a gruesome sight. One that has haunted me every second of every single day since. I want Sodapop and Ponyboy’s memories of our parents to be warm, loving, and happy. Something to mend the heartbreak.

At the funeral home, my brothers asked if they could leave a few things with our parents before burying them. Ponyboy wrote two long letters, both a few pages long. He mulled over what to write for hours, sitting at the desk in his room crumpling up papers and getting frustrated with himself when he couldn’t get his thoughts out. He folded them up tightly and handed them to a man named John, who was in charge of everything. He give him strict instructions on who to give each letter to, seeming resistant to trust a stranger with what I imagined were intimate, emotional messages to our mom and dad. Sodapop handed over a photo of the three of us on Christmas last year, arms slung over each other’s shoulders and smiling, giddy with holiday spirit. He wanted mom to have it. It was her favorite picture. 

I’m torn out of my daydream when Sodapop starts walking to the front of the church. The turnout is small, with just a few of my parents’ friends peppered throughout the pews. We’ve never had a big family, which is all too apparent at a time like this. Mom was an only child, and dad only had a younger brother who died in the Korean War over a decade ago. All we had was each other. Two-Bit, Johnny, and Steve sit together a few rows behind the three of us. Dallas sits by himself in the last row in the corner of the small church, his head down low. I nod at him when I catch his eye, letting him know how grateful my mother would be knowing that he came to say his final goodbyes. 

I see Sodapop’s hands shaking as he situates himself in front of the podium. Neither mom nor dad had any funeral plans designated for us to follow, so we had to choose how to honor them. Two whole lifetimes summed up a few hours. Mom was always religious and enjoyed going to church, so I decided that she would want a formal service. Sodapop insisted that he wanted to speak. I decided I would, too. Ponyboy said that he wouldn’t be able to. He didn’t think he’d be strong enough. Though I told him that mom and dad would have liked him to share a few words in their honor, he implored me to not bring it up again.

“I don’t even know what I’d say, Dar,” Ponyboy had said quietly. “And I don’t think I could get through it without blubbering like a baby.”

I knew that Ponyboy, like me, would grieve our parents silently. These past few days, he hadn’t mentioned them at all. I saw him lose it when he saw dad’s old flannel draped over the couch the other day and again when he opened the fridge a few days ago and found a chocolate cake that mom had baked the day she died. I acted like I hadn’t noticed him rush into his room and close the door quickly, but pressed my ear to the door to make sure he was alright. I could hear him crying heavily in his room, trying to catch his breath in between sobs. But I knew that this was natural and necessary, and that I’d be less than comforting if I barged in on him. 

“Hi, everyone,” Soda says in a small, defeated voice that is so unlike his usually charismatic demeanor. His voice quivers and I can see his eyes well up with tears before he’s even begun. I want to run up there and pull him into a tight hug, but I know that he needs to do this. He wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his dress shirt. “I’m sorry, I swore up and down that I wouldn’t cry.” 

He looks at me and Pony for reassurance and continues, pausing to gain composure. 

“My mom and dad were the best parents a kid could have. There’s nothing that my ma wouldn’t do for anyone. She always said that being our mom was her favorite thing to be. Well, being her son was my favorite thing to be. Mom and I were one and the same. It was like we had the same exact personality. We were the goofballs… the crazy ones in the crowd. She loved a good time and loved music, just like me. 

She was funny, but not in the way most moms are. She could joke with the best of us, even our friends. And she always knew how to make you feel like you were the most important person in the world. Because when you were with her, you were. She knew how to make everyone feel special and cared about. Gosh, am I going to miss that about her… She was the best. There will never be another person like my ma."

I look over at Ponyboy, whose eyes are inquisitive and burning holes in the side of my head as we listen to Soda speak. His face is swollen from crying so much, the tip of his nose red. He gives me a look that says, Why aren’t you upset? Don’t you care? But I’m petrified. Frozen. There’s that word again. My face is stoic but my heart is cracking with pain and each memory Soda recalls is deepening the weak spots. I want to be a pillar of strength for my brothers. I don’t want to fall apart in front of them.

"When I think of my dad, I think of someone who wanted the best for us. The day of the accident, he was celebrating a promotion at work, which he worked hard to get. But he loved to goof off like mom, too. He loved to play football in the front yard with all of us. Nobody could hike a football like him, no matter that he was twice our age. And he loved sweets, like me. I would always sneak into the kitchen at midnight to grab a piece of whatever mom had baked that day, and dad would have already beaten me there. And, usually, had a plate out for me already. I used to love talking with him in the middle of the night, just dad and me. 

Nobody worked harder than dad, either. He worked his whole life to make sure we never wanted for anything. He never wanted us to go without. I know now that that’s what makes a good man. I wish he could’ve lived to see it all pay off. And I wish I had gotten the chance to tell him that. I don’t know how we’re going to survive without them. I love them both. So much. And I hope they rest in peace. Thank you.”

He wipes his eyes again and makes his way back to our pew. When he sits, I squeeze his shoulder and wrap my arm around him. I feel his body tremble with tears and rub his back until he calms down. 

The priest ushers me to come up and speak, and I hesitantly stand, adjusting my suit jacket. Making my way up to the podium, I look out to the forlorn faces in the crowd. I look at Sodapop and Ponyboy, whose faces are contorted with sadness. I swallow the dry lump in my throat.

“Thank you all for coming,” I say bleakly. “My mother and father would appreciate you all being here to support us and remember them today.” 

I reach into my pocket and pull out a worn piece of paper that I’ve been hanging onto the past few days. I’ve been scribbling notes here and there about what I wanted to speak about. No matter what I would write, it never seemed sufficient to describe the enormity of what my parents meant to the three of us. I didn’t know where to begin. 

“As you all know, we lost my parents over a week ago unexpectedly. There was no time for my brothers and I to say goodbye or tell them how much we loved them. We never got the chance to thank them for everything they’ve ever done for us or tell them how hard it would be to live the rest of our lives without them…” I trail off, feeling the sadness creep in. 

I want to keep it formal. Just say the typical things everyone says when someone dies and get back to my seat as soon as possible. But I want Ponyboy and Sodapop to know that I’m hurting, too. And I want to honor my parents the best I can. So I continue.

“My mom always used to say to us, ‘If we always have each other, we having nothing to lose’… I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately,” I say. “Because now we’re separated. We’ve lost the two people we love most in the world. And I don’t really know how we’re going to go on. But then I’m reminded of so many things about our mom and dad and what they taught us. How to love each other and to stick together, no matter what. How to make a lot out of a little and to be grateful for what you do have rather than focus on what you don’t. And even if they’re gone now, I believe they’re looking down on us, right by our side like they’ve always been. So, really, we’re still all together. It just may look a little different now.” I look at my brothers again, who have small smiles on their faces.

“My mom was the nicest woman you would ever meet. She loved anybody who walked through our front door, no exceptions. She’s the reason why we have friends who became family,” I say, nodding to the gang in the pews. “And dad was the perfect example of a role model. He raised us to be strong, humble, and hard-working. He pushed us hard but loved us well. I’ll miss them both incredibly. We all will.”

I look at the two caskets below me and acknowledge that my parents are in them. A few feet away from me, but it feels like thousands of miles. I’m overcome with grief and I can’t stand it. I almost lose my composure when I feel the tears fill my eyes.

“That’s all I have...” I say. “Thank you all for coming.” I rush off the stage as the tears start coming. Ponyboy and Sodapop stand up from the pew and rush over to me as I make my way back to the pew, joining together for a hug. They push their faces into my chest and I put my face on the top of their heads, letting the tears fall. 

I wish more than anything that we weren’t here right now. That life had some other plan for us. But, then, I don’t want to be anywhere else.

Everyone shuffles out of their pews and out of the church at the announcement of the priest, congregating by the front door. I don’t know how long we stand there hugging, weeping quietly on each other. 

We pull away and look at each other, then chuckle a bit at how distraught we all look. 

“I love you guys,” I say to them, sniffling. “We’ll be okay.... we’ll be okay.”

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I love you all and your support of my writing lifts me up so much, you couldn’t even imagine. Thank you for enjoying my writing the way you do 🥺

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[baka-kawa]

Nekoma HC: simping for manager

Request | “Hello luv💗 just wanna say ur prev hcs are ✨exquisite✨ (look at me using big mature-ish words👁) Can u please do hcs for the team/s (specifically nekoma, seijoh, inarizaki. Feel free to change the teams tho,,) simping on their manager (reader) and protecting her from flirts from other schools? Hope it’s not confusing 😅 thank you sweetheart 💖💖💖

Notes | hope you enjoy this one as much :))) I had so much fun writing for these boys thank you for your request!!

Kuroo

he’s adorable

he’s so sweet to you

he knows how tough it can be taking care a group of boys on the volley team

so he’d help you out quite a bit

always has a hand in planning stuff

always there to keep you company

this boy sneaks little jokes to catch your reaction

were you even surprised he caught feelings??

you shouldn’t be

kuroo fucking loves seeing you take on the cute little mother role over the boys

he lives for it

which his jokes mainly consist of dad jokes

and not the type you think of

no

“okay kids listen to mom”

“didn’t sign up to be a dad but you kids leave me no choice”

“listen to daddy, little one” 

“kuroo stfu” -kenma

he loves referring himself as the father

he loves it even more when it makes you giggle or blush 

bitch

he one time called you mommy

and the shade of red your face became just fueled something inside of him oh my god

other than his crush

he simps super hard

but his crush just added to the flame

eventually he confesses

and his simping doesn’t disappear

he continues to put you on this throne

and has no issue putting others in their places if anyone crosses lines against his manager

Kenma

kenma doesn’t simp

ppl simp for kenma

let’s be honest

he’s a lot like Kunimi

except he doesn’t simp even if he has feelings

he’s a good boyfriend ofc

but he’s not territorial or aggressive

he does little things for you

packs you lunches

writes you cute little notes/letters

gets kuroo’s attention when the boys are being to loud when you’re trying to grab their attention

you’re his bus buddy now

he loves falling sleep against you on the way to games

but his favorite part

are the rides back home

he’s tired out from the games

you have the window seat

and he has you hold him and you both fall asleep that way

w him curled up into you

the whole team simps for you both

making sure you both aren’t having issues or arguing w one another

but yeah

kenma seriously doesn’t simp

the most simp thing he’d do is just look after you when you don’t notice

like making sure the position you’re in when you’re napping is a comfortable spot

brushing hair out of you face

he once pulled your hair into a pony tail when he noticed how hot it was in the gym

kuroo fucking died at how simply cute it was

yeah

that’s abt it for kenma

Yamamoto

mmm

this boy is a simp for literally any woman

but you’re his manager now

and all his focus is on you

he’s always looking for reasons to spend time w you

kuroo gets pissy bc he wants him to focus on practice

but instead,, Yamamoto is conversing w you abt random shit

he doesn’t have feelings for you atm

he just simps bc you’re his manager and you’re the sweetest person he’s ever met

it doesn’t take long for him to crush on you

and oh boy

his simp levels rise

he gets scolded by kuroo heavily

but he also improves in games

mainly bc he doesn’t want to lose in front of you

very good motivation

he gets the team to for a wall around you when going to comps

it makes you embarrassed to the max ffs

but he gives you no choice

he’d definitely confess

and once you two start dating

he actually becomes pretty tame tbh

he still simps a little

compliments you heavily

your personal hype man

but he isn’t behaving like a wild dog off a leash

he found that silence is far more intimidating to other men

so when other boys are hitting on you

he stands there and stares them down 

sometimes an arm of his is around your shoulders

or he holds your hand and rubs small circles into it

sometimes he’ll even give it a kiss

or kiss your cheek or forehead

you’re grateful he isn’t so crazy anymore

Yaku

he’s kinda already the mom of the group

but he loves having someone like you to take the stress off of him

he doesn’t really simp for you tbh

you simp for him tho

he found it a little weird in the beginning

like why are you always there?

usually their managers stay in the background

mainly conversing w the coach

a little bit w kuroo

but rarely w him

he finds it cute that you provide so much for the team

and thanks you w the sweetest smile when you hand him water and a towel

he’ll eventually simp after you went off on another team for shitting on nekoma

something in him just switched

seeing you get angry just looked so hot

after that occurrence he found new ways to hang out w you

he would chill w you on the bus

sit next to you on the bench when he wasn’t playing

and he’d even spend more time w you when the team has outings

he’d totally ask you on a date

and once you start dating

he’d be slightly more territorial

nothing too crazy

mainly w other guys at comps

he’d walk up to you and take your hand when he sees you in a situation that you’re visibly uncomfortable with

he’s a sweet bf

but again

he wouldn’t really simp

but his bf skills are pretty great

Lev

oh lev

this sweet boy

he’d totally simp for his manager

but in the most clumsy and cutest way

always asking if you need help cleaning or loading the truck w the supplies

and he’d end up making a bigger mess on accident

a lot of apologies

but he’s adorable so it’s easy to forgive him

when you’re being cornered by other dudes

he gets a lil upset

isn’t sure why

and kuroo has to push him to make a move

bc kuroo knows what’s up

“hey lev, y/n was asking for you.”

so he’d walk over to you and see what’s up

you’d get an idea to escape

“hey baby”

fuck dude

lev almost fainted

hearing that name come out of your mouth

he wasn’t aware he had feelings until now

his cheeks reddened

“h-hi-”

the dudes that were trying to make a move weren’t buying that he was your bf

“you don’t believe me?” -you

you mentally apologized to lev as you pulled him down and your lips met

wtf did you just do?

lev was shocked but knew the situation now and pulled you close

figured he’d take advantage of the situation and kiss you back

when you pulled away

the guys were gone

nekoma were wide eyed

and so were the two of you

lev wasn’t shaking as much

but you were

he felt it through his hands on your waist

you apologized profusely

but he was like

nono its okay

and when you kept rumbling he had no idea what to do

he caught a glimpse of kuroo

and he told lev to kiss you again

so he did

and it did the trick

he simps as much as he did before

the only difference is that you two are official

and no one dares to mess w you or disrespect you bc of lev’s appearance

even tho he’s not aware the power he holds

but yeah

hope this was cute :))

sorry if you wanted them to simp platonically

#nekoma #haikyuu #kuroo #kenma #yamamoto #yaku #lev #hc #headcanon #whole team #team

[kazdumps]

"Master Saihara, you are quite tense," Shuichi looked up from his book, not that he was reading it, to see the man who approached him. He could tell by the voice, but the fact the other could so easily sneak up on him was telling enough who it was.

"Ah, Kiyo... I guess I am. Just stressed," Shuichi told his butler, trying to be vague without flat out lying.

It was stress, but one of "Oh, oh dear I'm not good enough. I never was, I should've never been given 'Ultimate Progeny' instead of induced by a project. 'I just come from two of the most wealthiest stars in the movie industry, that's not talent that's just being born into the right family' kind. The one that would fully consume his mind.

He was lucky Kiyo would be attending the school as well this spring; at least he'd know someone personally.

[Though why would his poor butler forced to serve him want to stick around with him? Certainly he could just go be a normal teenager...].

"Hmm, this indeed is a time of turmoil for many young people," He wanted to remind him that he was a 'young people' too. "... I have an idea to release some of your stress, Master Saihara. Would you like me to proceed with it as a surprise or explain to you in detail?"

"Uhh, surprise," He usually liked any plan the butler had made, and at the moment he surely wouldn't be able to listen to his in depth explanation.

" It will not be long," He bowed politely, his long green pony tail dipping only for a moment to the side before he stood back up and readjusted it.

Then, without another moments hesitation, left. He appeared to be walking upstairs, but since they did indeed live in a mansion this wasnt too surprisingly nor gave away what he was doing. The only thing it told was it couldn't be some sort of snack or drink, as that would mean he'd have to head to his left. Perhaps he was setting up a game of cards? No, he'd just have Shuichi come to the billiards room with him and play at the game table.

His mind was still going over the possibilities when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Stiffining his body he looked up.

" Would you please follow me? I have done all the preparations that I could do without your presence," The butler said, his voice like velvet.

Through all the years, he much perfered when the other announced himself first. One time he joked that he should wear a bell around the house. Kiyo's reply was he'd add that to the shopping list right away and Shuichi, embarrassed, had to explain that it wasn't to be taken seriously. He noticied the way he (accidently) snuck up on people the other staff members tended to be afraid of him.

It didn't shock him too much, his stature alone was able to intimidate. His eccentric style and odd (though it tended to be polite) manner of speaking left others uneasy. Shuichi found he appreciated the others company but... he knew others didn't.

["He's a creep, and the next time I see him snooping in the kitchen-" She was a young server but that didn't stop him from glaring at her from across the room. She bit her lip, but the others around her didn't get the memo.

"Your right, I dont care if he's the butler. I say there's something wrong with him and I'd rather die then be in a room alone with him. I swear I caught him just staring at me, and when I asked him what he was doing he had the audacity to start to explain the most mundane facts. The freak would probably-" He'd left the room, one of the few times he'd ever been furious at another human being. It was some years ago, but it was the first time ever he actually wrote one of the staff up.

She was fired several days later... the anger still burned in his stomach but the fire of it died. He hadn't know how to react and simply stared out the window for the majority of the day.

"It is alright Master Saihara," The butler stood beside him, a hand resting on the top of Shuichi's chair. "I may not know what she did to gain the wrath of your parents, but it is not for you to fret over. She was undoubtedly talented at serving so she shall swiftly find a new job and not be left in the cold. And she had a very friendly demeanor which can only help her search."

Shuichi just bit his lip, trying not to think of all the horrid things she was going to (and probably had said before) about him. ]

They arrived in a room he knew well, it was his room of all places.

"Kiyo, is this... the right place?"

"Indeed, but it is only our starting point," he titled his head in the direction to a slightly ajar door, he could see the lights had been turned on and the smell of soap wafted in the air.

Oh, a bath. He couldn't help but smile. A warm bath was indeed relaxing.

Before he could thank his companion, he felt his waist coat being taken off. Korekiyo carefully laid it on the bed and returned to his side already undoing his collar.

"K-kiyo- Um-" Shuichi could feel his entire body heat up.

"Hmm? Is something the matter?" He titled his head to the side, his composure perfect.

"Oh, it's just been awhile since you've... um undressed me is all. I've done it by myself- hell it's been years-"

"Yes, that is due to the fact you are a capable young man. However, I hope this is not humiliating, but I belive you should be treated with care. It is why I drew up the bathe, while it's been years since I bathed you I thought you'd still feel comfort in it. Part of being human is to yearn for what once was in youth, don't you agree Master Saihara?"

Shuichi shook his head yes, as hands traveled to his collar. The bandaged (why he didn't wear gloves like a usual butler was beyond him, and he never thought to question it in earlier years) fingers meticulously fulfilling their task and ensuring the fabric didn't tear.

He tried not to let the heat in his cheeks show, choosing to look up at the ceiling in an attempt to hide. Yes, it was normal for a butler to undress one's master but...

[ He rembered the first night where his friend crept into his mind to reside in his dreams. It was after his thirteenth birthday, and he'd gone to bed like any other time. However, when darkness was upon him, his mind wandered and he found himself thinking back to when he stole a look at Kiyo's lips. It was a complete accident, but the cherry red of them lingered in his mind. He wondered if they'd taste as sweet as the fruit he compared them to.

That was what started it all. Now, he had day-dreams from time to time (all the time- he really should learn not to lie to himself). A guilty pleasure that he chose to lock away and throw away the key to thinking It be possible in reality. ]

His eyes focused back to reality, where he was no undressed. His friend, the definition of proper, hadn't even flushed a bit.

"Thank you," He quietly said while the other began to guide him to the bath "I really... appreciate you trying to help me like this."

"It is nothing that is a great burden to me. Afterall, for you to be satisfied is my purpose in this household."

... phrasing... phrasing... if he knew his friend wouldn't take it personally he'd tell him to work on phrasing.

Shuichi sat in the tub, soon water poured down his head. Fingers floated across his head, maneuvering through his hair and gently brushing on his scalp.

He closed his eyes, and let his companion take over. Pink still lingered on his cheeks, but the warm water washed away his previous embarrassment.

[He wanted to reach up and place a hand behind his ears. To tease before taking the mask off Kiyo and insisting he join in. If he was a bolder man perhaps he'd try, but anxiety plagued both mind and heart.

Still, his imagination wandered. Maybe he could even let the other sit in lap, after all the tub was only meant for one person.

Body to body pressed against each other... no, Kiyo could scarcely take off his bandages; being completely naked suddenly would be beyond him, even in a fantasy setting]

"I have finished with the shampoo, Master Saihara, do you wish to wash your own body or would you like me to continue?"

"I-I can wash myself. Thank you though," He stammered out.

"My pleasure."

[His body being touched... he'd worry about that. Not that Kiyo would do anything wrong, but he didn't trust how his body would react.]

#uncompleted

[roswelldetails]

Episode 202: Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space - Details

EPISODE SUMMARY:

Liz (Jeanine Mason) is forced to put her latest experiment on hold after Rosa (Amber Midthunder) begins to struggle with her new life in Roswell. Reluctant to face the truth about his mother’s past, Michael (Michael Vlamis) turns his attention to helping Maria (Heather Hemmens), who is dealing with her own family crisis. Elsewhere, Isobel (Lily Cowles) agrees to join her mother for a day of spiritual healing to keep herself distracted. Finally, Rosa turns to Kyle (Michael Trevino) to learn the truth about what really happened the night she died. Tyler Blackburn and Trevor St. John also star. Lance Anderson directed the episode written by Eva McKenna (#202.) Original airdate 3/23/2020.

DETAILS:

Secret lab is in an Indian Boarding School that was shut down. The Air Force bought it. It's been empty for 40 years (i.e., since approx. 1979). Part of Alex's job is to monitor it.

Security was set up by Alex’s team. They follow orders and don’t ask questions. (But that also means other soldiers know about it.)

Max's password was password. 🙄

Liz lies to Rosa. "It was beautiful. The whole town came. Everyone joined in the rosario. Mom sang Las Golondrinas. Dad wanted you in a white dress but I insisted on your Live Through This t-shirt."

According to: https://blog.sevenponds.com/cultural-perspectives/tradition-spanish-funeral “Nine days after the death, the family holds a ceremony known as a “rosario.” It consists of candles, flowers, prayers and sharing memories of the person who has died. The rosario also takes place every year on the anniversary of the person’s death.”

Las Golondrinas

Rosa Nightmare #1… unclear when it started since it flowed directly from her on the couch, doing graffiti around town, seeing her dad. Assuming it starts when she goes to the Wild Pony, pours herself a drink, hesitates, and then Max appears.

Max and Rosa's exchange:.

"What are you waiting for? You have to stop Liz. Tell her she can't bring me back, Rosa."

"Why? Why don't you want her to save you?"

"I can't take it anymore. Just end it."

"They'll figure it out. They'll save you."

"I can't wait that long. It's like burning alive from inside."

"She's never going to stop trying."

"Then you have to stop her. Please!"

Rosa wants her sketchbook from the bookshelf in their room. (Later in the episode when she breaks in we see that the bookshelf is empty. Liz cleared out Rosa's things in 1x07.)

Rosa's old email [email protected] (90s music reference to the band Everclear).

Michael is experimenting by blow torching a piece of alien ship.

Apparently it was Lindsay (of Hank and Lindsay) that Michael made out with. Seeing as it's only been a month since Hank died (2 weeks passed in 2x01, Maria says in 2x02 that her mom has been missing for 2 weeks), and the big guy was pissed about Michael making out with her, she moves on pretty quickly!

Maria is meeting with a private detective.

Science babble! "Human tissue can obviously regenerate from stem cells. With the right methodology I could use your blood (Isobel) to make adjustments for alien physiology. I have to monitor exactly when cell degradation begins, down to the second. I can't miss it. Eight hours before I need to be back.

Michael is developing nanotechnology to make the transplant possible. "It's like replacing parts in a broken machine."

They harvested all of Noah’s primary organs. "I have his body parts in jars."

Isobel steals what looks like an empty syringe. But at the end of the episode she has the serum in it.

New brand of fake beer! (Last season it was always Copper black lager. Now it's Hunks and Heroes Lager! Broken bottles were on the ground in the cemetery, Wyatt Long is carrying a bottle at the beginning of the scene when he and Michael fight (which could tie him to the graffiti on Rosa's grave), and also has a bottle in front of him on his YouTube video.

Michael is holding a bag from Milikan Value Hardware Store.

Flint's report on Caulfield: "Shepherd Protocol was activated. Bodies were disposed of without incident. Local papers ran an item confirming that the long-scheduled demolition of the prison was a success."

Exchange between Jesse and Flint:

"Dad, I don't think we should have covered it up. People should know."

"Do you have any idea what would happen if we confirmed that alien specimens were once housed at Caulfield but are now suddenly gone? It'd be dismissed as fake news. Buried by a racist tweet within seconds. No, we need to make a bigger statement."

"'Cause justice can't be served until after disaster has struck."

"That's right."

Really don't want to transcribe the racist rant from Wyatt Long that Rosa watches, although I will if y'all demand it. I don't think it's relevant beyond Rosa learning the truth. However as a detail I want to note, the video is titled BUILD THE WALL! IN MEMORY OF KATE LONG and it's dated September 3, 2010 (so 2 years and a few months after they died). Amusing side note. The comments on the video. Great fake usernames:

fayhuman: Kate Long didn't deserve what happened.

Curious Murphy: I just donated to the cause!!

thecyberwitch48: is this really the best solution?

Isobel’s baby is at 5 weeks, the size of a lentil.

Isobel calls Ann "Mama". Good note for fic writers! 😉

Maria's class: "Woman as Warrior: Strength Training for the Mind, Body, and Spirit."

Under the Bridge - same location as in 1x03 where Liz finds Rosa's paint canister.

Maria's cards:

Maria DeLuca

Psychic Reader

Spirit Leader

Social Media Revitalizer

Great line: "The infinite reservoir of strength and healing within us all" 😂👏

Rosa's chart…

"What's this error here?"

"Must be a contaminated sample."

"No way. I'm meticulous."

Steph says regarding the error on Rosa’s test “Congrats. Looks like you just discovered a protein never before found in the human body. Or you didn't get the Flamin' Hot orange dust off your hands when you scrubbed in. Whichever's most likely."

Michael to Liz, "I was working. I went home to find formulas I worked out years ago…"

Rosa is reciting Niebuhr's Serenity Prayer, which is commonly used by AA and other 12 step programs.

Noah was struck by lightning directly in the heart.

Isobel’s moment of epiphany:

"Using your newfound goddess strength I want you to get up and throw your fear into the fire. Set yourself free. You're a warrior. You aren't afraid of anything. Draw upon your feminine power. Why are you hesitating, Isobel? The sooner you throw your paper in the fire the sooner you can leave."

"Look, it's not that simple, okay? I can't just throw this into the fire." Maria gasps and rubs her chest, similar to how she did when she realized her necklace was missing at the beginning in 1x10) "I'm trapped.

Ann: "This is my fault. I put too much pressure on you."

"It's nobody's fault. It's just here."

Maria: "Whatever it is, you can choose to set yourself free. Say it. 'Say I choose to set myself free.'"

"I choose to set myself free."

Maria: "Louder."

"I choose to set myself free."

Rosa breaks into the Crashdown. It mirrors her first nightmare in 2x01, but it's not a dream. She goes to her room, sees the empty bookshelf, goes to the closet, and snags a hidden bottle of tequila.

Camera lingers on Steph stuffing a bottle of nail polish remover in her purse. Note: she was actually doing her nails.

Michael and Alex's conversation mostly mirrors the information we learned from the file in last week's episode. She wasn't caught until October 1948 and the crash was June 1947. She was the last alien captured and admitted into Caulfield. Alex thinks people in Roswell might have known her.

Liz says that the accident never made sense to her because when Rosa was 12, Mamma Ortecho drove drunk with Liz and Rosa in the car, hit a bike, and flipped the car. Rosa told Mamma Ortecho that she would kill her if she ever drove drunk with Liz in the car again.

Rosa's tequila brand: Blistering Rose.

Rosa’s 2nd Nightmare: Rosa runs into the cave and starts beating on the pod. When she hits it, it sounds like metal (which doesn't seem like it would make sense given what we know about the pods).

Her conversation with Max:

"Leave me alone, you dick!"

"I am so much pain, Rosa."

"Oh really? So is everybody. Man up."

"Have some mercy. I saved your life."

"My life is gone. My mom bailed, I can't talk to my dad, my entire town hates me, and my sweet little sister is somebody that I don't even know. But I do know that she'll save you. She's gonna fix you and until then, leave me alone."

"I'd Liz won't stop then you have to do it. Go to the pod, pull me out, and walk away. You won't be killing me, Rosa. I'm already dead."

"I said no. Leave me alone."

"As long as that handprint is on you I can reach you."

"Fine. I'm an expert at quieting voices."

"No. Rosa, wait. Don't do anything stupid."

"I never dreamed when I was using."

MUSIC:

1. Oasis "Wonderwall"

2. Gord Bamford "#Rednek"

3. Hamish Anderson "Trouble"

4. Radiohead "High And Dry"

#roswell new mexico #rnm season 2 #long post #episode 202 #ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space #rnm music #episode details #submission

[kidlightnings]

Tagged by @queenofeden with her lovely Laurel ♥️

More than y'all ever wanted to know about the Kys

Tagging @beingatoaster and @joshuaorrizonte and anyone else who wants to (:

Female Ky

BASICS

Name: Ky

Nickname(s)/Titles: Love, Dear

Age: ?? 28-32

Birthday: Jun 13

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Gender: cis F (pre-game nb afab)

Pronouns: she/her (pre-game they/them)

Orientation: bi

Favorite flower: hibiscus

Favorite food: Panna Cotta

Favorite drink: cold peach tea

Love Interest: Asra, au version with Julian on the side (informed, consensual)

APPEARANCE/PHYSICAL TRAITS

Height: 5′7"

Weight: 180lbs

Body type/build: bottom-heavy, pretty strong though from working in the shop, but soft

Skin: pale as heque, green/yellow undertones

Hair: medium blue with light blue bangs/fringe and a violet gradient towards the ends - mid-back length, heavily layered - usually loose but sometimes in high pony or pigtails

Eyes: medium grey

Distinguishing features: few, very pale, some very faint scars on her hands from crafting and brewing accidents

Clothing: lots of cropped tops and loose pants she can move around in, more formally, she goes more skintight

Physical health: healthy, which is good because she's a huge baby about getting sick

PERSONALITY/INTERESTS

Personality: confident, ambitious, sometimes both to a fault. Can be a bit blunt/direct and tactless, will take charge of a situation if she feels she has the skills to solve it, "I can, so I must," soft and compassionate, can be a little too "nice" and make situations worse by trying to do the "right" thing (her opinion of the right thing, is the problem), a bit of a know it all, addicted to being right

Likes: peaches, sweets, learning new and somewhat taboo magic, rainy weather, Asra's mouth

Dislikes: getting too hot, being told no, having to behave too seriously, shoes

Fears: failure, being abandoned

Habits: rambling when uncertain, tidying, rolling things in her palm, folding paper or fabric into shapes, idly taking things apart, picking at loose edges

Mental health: adhd as heeeeck, inattentive and hyperfocus

LIFE

Residence: the shop

Occupation: potions and readings, both tarot and seer/seance sessions, exotic flower cultivation and arranging - her arrangements are some of the best in the city, but she also takes very few clients per month to avoid taxing the plants, and so that she has enough to send to the palace

Skills: dream walking/visions (non-specific/non-directed), flower and herbal cultivation and crossbreeding

TRIVIA

Ky has a taste for experimental concoctions and has definitely put herself into altered states both by accident and on purpose

A total princess about taking it up the ass - open to it, just a huge brat about it

Ky does a lot of things by feeling that turn out to be correct. A lot of it is latent memories informing her decisions.

Milky

BASICS

Name: Ky

Nickname(s)/Titles: Love (Asra), Dear, Darling (Nadia)

Age: ?? 28-32

Birthday: Jun 13

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Gender: cis M (pre-game nb afab)

Pronouns: he/him (pre-game they/them)

Orientation: bi

Favorite flower: hibiscus

Favorite food: Panna Cotta

Favorite drink: cold peach tea

Love Interest: Asra for Bad End, Nadia for good end

APPEARANCE/PHYSICAL TRAITS

Height: 5′7"

Weight: 150lbs

Body type/build: slim, somewhat athletic, actually works out

Skin: pale as heque, green/yellow undertones

Hair: medium blue with light blue bangs/fringe and a violet gradient towards the ends - mid-back length, heavily layered - usually loose but sometimes in high pony or pigtails

Eyes: medium grey

Distinguishing features: few, very pale, some very faint scars on his hands from crafting and brewing accidents

Clothing: lots of cropped tops and loose pants he can move around in, more formally, he goes more skintight

Physical health: healthy, a huge baby about getting sick

PERSONALITY/INTERESTS

Personality: nervous, supportive, sweet-natured, quietly sarcastic when very comfortable or angry, can spiral into anxiety at the first sign of mistake on his part, will take over a situation if someone seems even more unsure or seems scared, can be very brave if it's Necessary, in general can rise to need, but only if it doesn't feel like someone else can do it, "I must, so I can," very vain (rooted in insecurity/perfectionism)

Likes: snow, silk, cuddling, spending time in the garden, napping, genuine praise

Dislikes: giving directions/orders, pressure

Fears: failure, being useless

Habits: embroidery, fidgets, checks himself out in every reflective surface, chews his lips

Mental health: ADHD, the most. RSD, hyperfocus

LIFE

Residence: the shop, or the palace

Occupation: palace magician, tending to the palace gardens and restoring endangered plants, healing

Skills: cultivation and splicing of plants, especially fruit trees and flowers, dream walking, learning, reverse-engineering, and modifying magical processes, magical healing and physical therapy

TRIVIA

Ky embroiders handkerchiefs and scarves. He gives them as gifts, but also has a personal collection that he puts into his coat pockets whenever he needs to dress formally around the palace. They’re perfectly matched to outfits Nadia has tailored to him. Asra and Muriel have quite a few. Maybe too many, according to Muriel. Not according to Asra.

Nadia renovated the menagerie, after rehoming all of the exotic animals, into a garden for Ky to tend to - it is filled with many plants, both domestic and foreign, and a few secluded canopies and patios to relax under

pre-game

BASICS

Name: Ky

Nickname(s)/Titles: Master (Asra)

Age: ?? 25-29

Birthday: Jun 13

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Gender: nb

Pronouns: they/them

Orientation: it’s complicated

Favorite flower: bird of paradise

Favorite food: zabaione

Favorite drink: black tea

“Love” Interest: Asra

APPEARANCE/PHYSICAL TRAITS

Height: 5′7"

Weight: 160lbs

Body type/build: soft, thick ass and thighs

Skin: pale as heque, green/yellow undertones

Hair: dyed medium blue with light blue bangs/fringe and a violet gradient towards the ends - mid-back length, heavily layered - worn loose, usually - sometimes with roots, though usually covered with glamour

Eyes: medium grey

Distinguishing features: few, just very pale

Clothing: sheer flowing fabric, cloaks over top of scandalously transparent layers of chiffon, georgette, crepe, etc. - whatever keeps them at a comfortable temperature, generally

Physical health: healthy as a function of magic

PERSONALITY/INTERESTS

Personality: aloof, emotionally distant with a tendency towards patronizing when speaking about magic - a bit of a know-it-all and inclined to speak in metaphors deliberately - considered themself to be on another plane from most other people, very curious and deeply committed to learning everything they can, can be very teasing and playful when comfortable, otherwise might come across as awkward

Likes: hot drinks, sleeping, secretly: snuggles, learning, Being Right

Dislikes: feeling tied down, the idea of taboo, hot drinks getting cold, being Wrong or being presumed to be so

Fears: losing someone else the way they lost their aunt, being unable to learn something

Habits: they will absolutely change the subject or answer esoterically to avoid talking about something that they don’t want to talk about, snaps their fingers to spark tiny little lightning arcs when frustrated

Mental health: adhd - mostly expressed via inattentiveness, special interest in divination and unreality

LIFE

Residence: the shop

Occupation: sells potions, especially those producing an altered consciousness or state, performs seances, blessings, curses/hexes, and crafts charms

Skills: dream walking/visions, enchanting items, brewing the perfect cup of tea, lightning and blood magic, levitation (both Kys relearn all of these eventually)

TRIVIA

Ky documented everything extensively as a service to society. It wound up being a service to Asra and their resurrected self, and basically nobody else. They have dozens of notebooks containing almost every spell, ritual, and concoction they ever came up with

Had they been left to their own devices and not died of the plague, Ky may have eventually secluded themself into a dream forever and lost touch with reality.

#apprentice ky #fan apprentice #arcanagame #long post

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Can I prompt a headcanon for a single parent L&L MC?

Anon, I love you. I really like Single Parent stories which is weird because as an adult I don’t really want kids unless they’re like… eight but I love Single Parent stories where the kid is five or some shit. I change the kid for each LI and how MC ended up with the kid to because how MC is related to the WQ changes throughout the stories so… why the hell not?

Long ish post and hey- wanna request a prompt from this? Go ahead- no huge series will be coming from this, this was just for fun.

Reiner

So the MC has a bio kid who is five and a little girl here with super curly blonde hair who loves tea parties

No one really thinks MC is the WQ because they would have known if she had a kid but like… there are rumors about her and Alain sooooo…

Small plot where the generals actually do think the kid is Alain and the WQ and freak out. HOW DID SHE HIDE THIS!?!?

Reiner is super nice and makes sure the kid is happy while also being nice to MC because it has to be hard, you know?

Reiner is the Dad friend but has never actually done dad stuff. Sure, people have called him dad by accident but… yeah. 

Super good at being a dad though. Like when he and MC get together it’s like a month later the kid is calling him dad.

Ryland is thrilled.

The kid ropes Reiner and all the retainers into a huge tea party that is mostly a little kid having fun.

Reiner is super protective of MC and the kid. Like when the war starts he’s super focused on protection of the castle because that is HIS KID.

MC actually is more willing to marry him sooner because… well, her kid loves him and when else is she going to find someone as awesome at being a dad?

Reiner signs adoption papers in Chicago to make the kid his legally. She is his heir, no matter what. 

Super dad Reiner!!

August

The kid here is a four-year-old girl who MC adopted when her mother (MC’s friend) died. It was a bad car accident and the little girl lost her leg to it.

August is only like… 80% sure that MC is the Witch Queen here because the other 20% is like: she has a kid she loves. Can’t be the WQ.

August is good with kids but like not… used to being more than just a brother or a mentor? He’s good with the kid but is also super awkward about dating her mother.

Also, there’s the whole the kid isn’t used to MC being the mom either, so it’s both of them trying to figure out how to parent the kid without putting stress on the kid.

Kid starts calling them mom and dad in the third season.

The kid turns out to love horses through and boom. August has an in. They two obsess over horses and August totally gets the kid her own pony.

“She’s four.” “Never too early, besides we’ll start with the basics.” “FOUR.”

August goes to veterans who lost a leg or something to learn how to help train the kid when she expresses an interest in swords.

His mother is a grandma right off the bat. Loves this kid and his sisters love being aunts. His dad… eh, still has a hard time with it but then just falls for the cute kid. He’s a grandpa now.

August is super protective of the kid but also is the one to encourage the kid and be the best parent he can be.

The little girl gets the fanciest dress for the wedding. August asks her permission before marrying MC and it’s super sweet and cute.

Saerys

The kid here is a five-year-old boy with a stutter. He’s a bio kid but it was like a super long custody battle and the kid is a little nervous around strangers.

Saerys is: Nope, not the WQ. She loves this kid to much.

Romance takes a bit longer because MC does not go to Saerys room at all the first time because of her kid. Saerys as well is actually SUPER awkward with the kid.

Like really awkward because he’s never handled a kid before and like the demon realm is gone so he never thought he would either.

The kid does bond with him over food though. This kid loves food.

Kid also likes learning languages.

MC and Saerys have a slow burn because MC is kind of recovering from the shitty relationship and Saerys is struggling with: She’s a parent, that’s a kid, what?

Saerys is vicious about protecting the MC and the kid. Like this is his family. HIS. HIS.

Kid kind of takes to calling him papa fairly easily.

Saerys is more interested in staying in Chicago because like it’s safer for the kid and the kid can get a lot of help with his minor anxiety and stuff. But the kid hates it cause he’s scared his dad will be able to take him back and his dad was not a good guy.

Demon souls are kinda like: What? What? about the kid but like… also sort of warm up to MC faster cause they see MC as a way to rebirth the race as she has a kid already so…

MC is not happy.

Turbo Mode Saerys never hurts this kid.

Altea

The kid here is a little boy with red hair. He’s six and adopted after MC was in a serious relationship with a woman who had cancer. She died and MC adopted the kid.

Altea is… eh middling about the WQ thing. it would make sense for the WQ to have a kid as a cover but there appears to be real love…

The kid doesn’t like Altea at first. He still remembers his mum and this lady can’t replace her!!!

But magic is super cool and the portal thing turns out to have given him magic and Altea is all over teaching him. 

Also the kid’s mum was French so he and Altea speak French and MC is like: Okay, this sucks.

MC and Altea are sickeningly cute with their kid. Many jokes.

MC is really happy that Altea is such a good parent because she loves her kid and like… it’s hard being a mom after losing the woman she loved. And Altea is here and helping.

The whole princess thing really is tough to deal with because like what does this mean for her and the kid?!

Going to Altea’s kingdom is terrifying. The Queen and King are even more upset their daughter wants to marry a woman with a kid.

Lionel is super into being an uncle though.

When they accept MC and the kid, they are really into being grandparents and kind of shower the kid with stuff.

They plan to leave the kid behind where he is safe but well, his uncle has a fun idea…

Iseul

The kid here is a bio kid who is two. A cute baby girl. The relationship was a one-night stand and the dad wants nothing to do with her.

Iseul is not sure if MC is the WQ but is more focused on NOT wanting to deal with a kid. Like no, no. He doesn’t want that responsibility!!

MC picks him for that reason- to annoy him.

Iseul and MC have a very long slow burn because Iseul is terrified of being responsible for a kid.

Baby girl loves Iseul though and likes playing with his hair and animals. Isuel gets a huge soft spot for her.

Grandma Ishara. That is all

MC and Iseul don’t have as much issue with Ishara because their relationship developed slower so they’re more secure.

Iseul is a great dad and breaks down crying when the baby girl calls him papa. it’s so cute.

Will totally have tea parties or whatever she wants.

the kid is a cutie who loves cuddles and likes to be carried. Iseul ends up with a baby sling. 

Iseul and Ishara totally will have the kid drink from the well to.

This kid is going to be spoiled af by her aunt, zizi, grandma and grandpa.

“DWAGONS”

MC being pregnant with the second kid makes Iseul even happier because two cute babies!!

#writing prompt #love & legends #love and legend #headcanon

[anterocash]

Seattle 2020 pt2

Years of smoking, years, decades of being alive if Larry is being honest is catching up to him as he runs after Cash, his lungs burning, yelling at him to stop but damn, Cash can run fast for a guy his size. 

Moments had passed as the words stayed in the air between them at the table as Larry waited for Cash to react and suddenly he vaulted over the fence next to them into the busy street and took off running. Only giving the older man seconds to toss a couple hundred dollar bills onto the table to take after the boy. 

Because that’s what little boys do when they hear something they don’t like he thinks smartly as he chases Cash down a busy sidewalk. Larry can only tolerate getting hit in the shoulder so many times from bumping into people, “stop—“ he barks, clutching his chest. “Dammit, Cash. I can’t breathe —“ 

— 

Cash stares from the doorway of Larry’s hotel room, he wasn’t going to go inside no matter how much Larry wanted him to, he got him back safely and alive he didn’t say he would stick around to make sure he stays that way. 

That’s harsh.

Larry doesn’t like this shoot the messenger shit at all, he winces as he takes a sip of his drink, the first thing he did when they got to his hotel room was open the mini bar he always makes sure to request when he’s staying at any hotel, if a hotel can’t serve you alcohol then you shouldn’t stay there. That’s his belief for the last sixty or so years and it will always be. “Sit down I don’t like it when you stand like that.” He coughs for good measure, using the frail old man card and accepts his victory as Cash takes his shoes off. “Make yourself a drink, we both need it for this conversation.” 

“You told me my mother visited me every single day I was asleep. Was that a lie?” 

Cash is two seconds from fainting from exhaustion, just because he’s fast doesn’t mean he’s good at it. Every inhale aches and he knows it will take him hours to get out of the bed tomorrow but he refuses to show any glimpse of that, the rapid swallowing the only thing he’s willing to give him away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he waits for an answer. Don't shoot the messenger but what if the messenger played a hand in the issues in play right now? Everything Cash knows so far he’s learned from going through a storage locker of boxes of stuff from his past but there is nothing consistent, everything else? He’s learned from Larry, has he been lying to Cash this entire time? 

As you get older the years seem to get shorter and shorter and then Cash died for minutes the nurse alleged and 2019 reminded Cash that a year can drag on for what feels like forever with no clear ending in sight for him to have one god damn break. But he could swallow it all because he had this old man who talked too fast and reeked of cigars and Giorgio Armani who was always there saying you’re gonna make it, kid. 

A part of Cash felt like he was obligated to let Larry take over his writing career, he was the first person since high school who thought he had some sort of talent. Everyone else said it was good but it was ‘missing something.’ Larry was the first person who ever said Cash had a gift. Was that a lie? Just to make Cash trust and follow him blindly since it benefited them both greatly. 

“That was not a lie.” Larry wouldn’t lie about that, white lies are okay, red are not. Has Larry ever lied to Cash? Of course he has, just like he knows Cash has lied to him they’re imperfect, it happens. Larry wouldn’t lie about this though. It was through seeing Cash’s mother every day at his bedside that he learned the truth he didn’t know he was going to end up being the one who tells him though, Larry was never prepared for this, never saw it coming and he takes another sip. 

“Your mother felt guilty, your accident was…” Larry trails off with a wince at the memory of the pictures of the damage left to the car, the chunks of wood gone from where the car ran into the street light, the blood on the steering wheel — Cash’s blood. He remembers Cash looking at his face in the mirror and promptly throwing up, Larry’s frantic calls for the nurse. He does not feel like talking about Cash’s past but he knows it’s the only way they can walk towards any future, Cash is stubborn. “Your parents aren’t good people, Cash.” 

“So the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, why don’t they want to see me? What guilt?”

“Cash, you aren’t a bad person…” 

“Larry, enough with the bull! Get to the point.” 

“Fine,” he snaps, draining his glass before settling it down with a thud on the nightstand. “Your parents are crooks. Both of ‘em, in and out of prison a couple times, you got shuffled around from friend’s homes, to the occasional cousin who had a sweet spot for kids, but once your parents stopped sending money? They would have to pass you on to the next babysitter during their ‘business trips’ with the promise of money sent monthly to keep you clothed and fed and educated. Your parents took a lot of money from a lot of people and when they got caught they fled but then the money ran out, they had no choice but to come back, she saw your accident on the news she said she dropped everything and went straight to the hospital after she found out where you were, fought tooth and nail with all the ‘aunts and uncles’ who never got their pay day for keeping you before they tossed you into boarding school, they said if she was going to be there? They wouldn’t.” 

Larry takes a second from his spiel to make a new drink, sitting at the table with Cash. “When the doctors said you would probably have extensive gaps in your memory, she couldn’t handle it, you looked at her like she was a stranger but she couldn’t come to terms that she basically was. Cash, why do you care so much? I was surprised when you asked me to find them, why? Am I not enough? Was I not there when you needed them the most?” 

Jaw taunt, Cash sits across from Larry silently, he can’t help but scoff, sniffling, the pads of this fingers pushing under his frames to push the tears out of his way, “you… let’s not act like I’m not your money pony until you meet the next Ray Bradbury, you are not my dad, you’re just a crook yourself who saw an opportunity and it worked in your favor.” Larry opens his mouth to retort, he wants to say Cash isn’t just money — not anymore at least, he’s so strong and he inspired Larry, truly, Cash hasn’t written in months either, not that it would really be the right thing to say right now nonetheless it’s the truth, he wants to say anything he can think to fix this but Cash stops him. “No, Larry. I don’t want to hear it.” 

He pulls his phone out and Larry thinks he’s getting a car to leave but then Cash is slamming his phone down on the table, screen bright with the picture of a young man sitting in front of a laptop at Bean Through at a table by the window, Larry’s stomach drops when he realizes who is in the photo. 

“You’ve had nineteen years to get it right, fuck you.”

#seattle 2020 #drabble

[dteamhugs]

I had dis buried somewhere and decided to finish it, I'm actually quite? pround? of it? also 2 full drawings in a singla dayayay yessssss here u have herrrr Solar Eclipse (Luna and Celestia FUSION) age: 1000-ish species: Alicorn appearance: Two heads taller than Celestia would be on her own. Poor gal bumps her head when she tries entering through a door. occupation: Current Queen(s?) of Equestria general info: Eclipse doesn't talk much about her past. All her subjects know is is that she's a odd pony. Falls asleep at important public events, a bit rude, loud and shouty, but at the same time shy and timid..? She's often caught having conversations seemingly with herself. Always has her head in the clouds, face squinted up like she's solving a difficult math problem. Sometimes doesn't even appear aware of her surroundings and bumps into stuff, completely ignores others or talks about a whole different thing than the conversation subject. Overall, her mind seems to be a mess.    Little does everyone know that in fact, many years ago, back in the Twilight era, she was two entirely different people. It all happened in an accident one day.. When the times were rough the magic in Equestria was going trough weird malfunctions. Twilight Sparkle, the princess of magic herself was suffering the most from these malfunctions. She barely had control over herself. She didn't act like her... Nobody really knew why these odd magic phenomenons were happening, but the residents of the country were more vunerable to threats than ever before. Fast forward to Twilight eventually dying and the entire magic... collapsing. The magic that filled their surroundings became wild. Many magic creatures simply went insane. Long story short, after miserable fights, the princesses have made a decision. They were too weak on their own, but if two of the most powerful magic creatures in Equestria combined their power, perhaps they could avoid the demise of their people.    What happened..? Risking their lives (the spell was never tried on anyone before), they turned into one, and stabilised the entire fabric of the universe, side effects only being wiping everyone's memory! Yes! T-That's what happened, right?   In truth, Eclipse herself doesn't really remember it too well and she cannot focus for long enought to try to remember exactly. But everyting's alright now, right?? There is no point in trying to remember if everyting's a-ok... ~~~~~~~~~~~ As two minds of the sisters, combined Eclise's mind indeed is a mess. Sometimes she's aware that she's two people, sometimes acts as one. In those times she remembers, the two sisters fight a lot, but they aren't really sure what they're talking about. All they remember are glimpses and they often pretend that all of their friends are alive and call out to the names of long-gone ponies. Sometimes she is aware that they're dead, though. At times like these she's more serious. It all depends... special: - Eclipse's absolute favourite drink is coffe, she drinks it so much she's often shaking. - If any sweets are provided to the queen she'll immidieately start devouring them, but? her expression? doesn't really look like she's enjoying it? - She absolutely cannot focus at anyting. Reading books comes with great difficulty to her, though filling paperwork seems to be no issue. - She loves bad jokes, but cries when laughing at them. - She often loses stuff in her flowy, starry mane, even more so in her cloudy tail. - Often skeptical about everyting - Forgets to wear her crown - In her dreams, Luna and Celestia can freely speak to each other with a more clear and separated mind. - She tries to be awake both at night and during the day, which tires her out badly.. - There are moments when the sisters can integrate their mind enough to seem one pony, but it's usually for a brief peroid of time.. Why did it take me so long to write this. Either way, I hope you enjoyed!

#mlp #fanart #mlpfanart #mylittlepony #fusion #luna #celestia #oc? #alicorn

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○ vampire diaries ○

➣ the tales of a vampire boy who’s lived long enough

❒ pairing: kim seokjin x reader

❒ genre: angst, fluff, slight smut

❒ alternative universe: vampire, reincarnation

❒ rating: NC 17

❒ word count: 2.9k +

warnings/disclosures: major character deaths, implied smut but non-descriptive smut, blood mentions, multiple lifetimes, mentions of attempted suicide, vampire Jin but it’s not emphasized, curses

monster mash ml • main ml • AO3

the first

He’s twenty four in your first life, you’ve just arrived at the ball, the dress you wear shimmers under the candlelight, the silk looks fitting for someone of your standing. The youngest daughter of a count, one who’s refused all the marriage proposals you’ve received to this day. He chuckles as you make your way fluttering about from group to group greeting everyone who stops you. The smile you wear is tight, cracks forming and easily deepening with every person who beckons you over. It’s not often that he gets to see you like this, you seem almost annoyed as you’re pulled into another round of greetings the baron of a small barony greets you with overly sweet words. He shoves his son at you eagerly presenting him like a show pony, an ugly one to boot. He can see you grimace as the young man kisses your hand, it's then he sees your other hand.

It’s at your back two fingers sticking out, he smirks easily making his way over to you. The baron is still singing praise of his son, his face blotchy as he grows more and more excited the more lies that fall from his lips. Your smile is still intact, expressions shifting as the baron continues while his son looks more and more intrigued. He too is eager to gobble up the fantastical tales his father has spun in a matter of moments. A pity really because Seokjin will burst his disgusting little bubble.

“My lady ___, what a pleasure to see you again.” Seokjin says more than pleased with the way the baron’s smile falls at his presence.

“Duke Kim, it’s a pleasure as always.” You laugh quietly as seokjin takes your hand and brings it to his lips in a kiss. The baron it seems has accepted his defeat as he drags his son away. You smile up at Seokjin, the one that makes his heart flutter and his cheeks heat. He likes that smile, it’s one he hopes to see for a long, long time.

“Shall we find somewhere a little more private?” You ask, voice laced with lust. He’s quick to nod placing a hand at the small of your back easily making your way through the crowd. None of the other guests seem to mind you two as the prince makes his way into the room.

The garden is as far as you get before you're pulling him into a passionate kiss, in front of an audience of roses. He sighs against your lips, hands falling to grasp your hips and pull you close. Your tongue is eager to find his slipping past his lips to lick and taste. He’d hoped you would’ve made it somewhere a little more private but he’ll make due with this he supposed.

You hurry to pull up your skirt, layers of silk and tulle clutched in your hands as he hurried to free himself of his trousers. The rest of the night is forgotten. The only thing he could remember were your whines and the way you cried as he buried his cock in your cunt. The way you felt and the promises of love that fell from your lips as you came.

He’s known you for years has toed the line of impropriety whenever in your presence for a mere kiss. Spent countless hours ravishing your body the way you deserved because he’d promised himself to you, would take you when you were ready. The future duchess to the Kim house, a prospect none but he and you knew about, one he’d kept a secret to enjoy at his leisure. So that he could continue to enjoy the way all the young and old nobles fell over themselves thinking you’d entertain the idea of accepting one of their proposals. You’re favorite game, he thought because in the end he would come out the victor with his ring on your finger.

You’d gotten engaged to him of course, and you’d been happy as was he. The prince congratulated you on your engagement and the way you’d giggled bashfully, burned into his mind. Something he found so utterly endearing after the stunt you had pulled at the last ball. He recalled as he whispered into your ear as the prince excused himself to greet other guests. Truly he’d been happy cheering with the rest of the guests for a happy and loving marriage.

So then why, why had this happened? Not weeks later you’d been found dead, an accident his knights had told him. The king had forced a marriage on him soon after, he didn’t care for his wife, couldn't fathom the thought of fathering children with a woman who wasn’t you. So in his grief and anger banished her to the east wing of his giant mansion only seeing her when forced to.

He only ever thought of you, you and your soft demeanor, your bright eyes and radiant smile. Spent countless hours daydreaming how beautiful your children would have been so much that the duchy fell into ruin quickly. The once prideful ducal house of Kim, reduced to nothing more than a single servant in a rapidly decaying manor, the only one that bothered to stay and watch over the young master in his grief. Except it seemed he’d forgotten about his wife.

Lady Sana hadn’t expected love from this marriage, had only strove for an allowance and a roof over her head but most of all she hoped she’d never have to marry an old baron. So imagine her surprise when the king had married her to the only ducal house in all the land. Yet she’d never expected to be treated so unjustly. Banished to a single side of the manor without even a kind word uttered from her husband.

So she’d kept to herself, hoped for the best and when the duchy began to crumble she’d noticed, frustrated with the lack of concern this useless duke had. And so when the duchy finally fell to ruin she’d done the unthinkable, she’d cursed him for all eternity, a blood curse of her own devices, one like no other and so she’d gotten her revenge. Petty as it might’ve been at the time.

Seokjin doesn’t know what happened, only that he’d been on the brink of exhaustion when he’d felt the first tingle in his throat. Now he sits in what used to be the drawing room the gentle rays of moonlight paint the room in an eerie light. It cast deformed shadows across the walls, startling Seokjin slightly as his eyes tried to adjust to the sudden light. The wetness that clings to his chin is sticky, uncomfortable, it makes him shudder as the feeling settles over his mind. The scent that clings to the room is nice, a little too pungent but nice. It makes his teeth ache, he groans moving to stand when he sees it, the arm that lies limp across the room barely hidden behind an old chaise lounge.

He feels bile rise in his throat as he gags at the sight of the elderly servant, a nice older man he’d known since childhood sprawled across the floor, throat ripped out and blood splatter every which way. Even more repulsive is the trail that leads up to the spot in which Seokjin had just sat. His hands tremble as he reaches up to the wetness that he’d felt earlier, he sees the red briefly before he’s gagging emptying the contents of his stomach. What had he done?

*

The second

Your second life is much less like your first, many years have gone by, the royal family no longer rules, at least not the one Seokjin knew. He’d stopped counting years after his thirtieth year of no change in his appearance. Had hoped and prayed, tried to kill himself even but nothing had changed. He still looked as old as he had when he’d last seen you had last been known as Duke Kim, though records show that his disappearance meant he’d probably died so he was happy no one really knew what he’d become.

He happened upon you by coincidence, as he traveled south away from the capital when he’d caught wind of a scent that was familiar. Had followed it all the way to a little cottage just outside the last town, he’d felt the tears before they fell. His vision blurred as you rose wiping your hands on the cotton of your dress smiling at the small herb garden you’d been knelt by. You were just as beautiful as he last remembered, he wanted to talk to you, hold you close and pray that this time would be different. He’d been a fool.

In a matter of seconds you’d been surrounded. Seized by knights forced into the mud and bound. He watched as you’d been dragged away towards the town and followed quickly. You’d been found guilty of witchcraft, because none of the doctors knew the kind of medicine you’d practiced and thus been burned at the stake. Again he’d lost you.

*

The third

Your third life ended much quicker that he hadn’t even had the chance to lay his eyes on you. You’d been a sickly child and died of a high fever. A story he’d been told in passing when he traveled through the region a couple hundred years later. He’d left roses at your grave.

*

The sixth

Your sixth lifetime you’d lasted much much longer, he’d come upon you in an old book store. Your face aged, skin no longer smooth, instead decorated with wrinkles that came with time but your eyes still glittered the way they had all those years ago. You’d held a book in hand confused over its title.

“Pardon me, young man but could you help me?” you’d asked in a tone so soft and even with age his heart fluttered.

“Of course, what can I help you with?” He asked slightly amused at your use of ‘young man’ when he was much, much older than you.

“I was looking for a book with a similar title by the author Jin? Can you help me find it?” The grin that touches his lips is soft, his eyes glazing over as he leads you to the stack of books you’re looking for. Your face lights up a sigh slipping past your lips as you take one in hand.

“I didn’t think you’d enjoy books like this ma’am.” He says.

“Oh yes, Jin has such a beautiful take on life and death. The one he wrote of the little girl was full of heartache but the promise of happiness and hope for a new beginning always leaves me wondering what kind of man he may be.” You laugh softly, smiling at him in a way that breaks his heart the tiniest bit.

“I see, I hope you enjoy this one too.” He whispers as you bid him a farewell heading towards the front as he exits through the back. The ache in his teeth is back and he sighs naming his way into the back alleys where he’s sure people won’t be missed.

*

The tenth

He’s not sure how it works but after every one of your deaths the time between your reincarnation grows longer. Your last two lifetimes were the worst for him, he’s grown accustomed to not being part of your life, and he chalks it up to the fact that he couldn’t bear another heartbreak of your loss if he were directly involved with you.

So he’s fine with the way things have gone in the last five, no six hundred years? He’d lost count after the first hundred. He’s yet to come across you so he’s assuming he needs to wait a bit longer till you are reborn.

He’s wandering the streets of another small city he’s settled in, a new hunting ground, when he catches sight of a familiar face. It’s not one he thinks he’d remember but he does.

“Sana?” He breathes watching as she stops head turning to look in direction. The smile she wears is ugly, doing nothing to mask the amusement she’s feeling.

“Duke Kim, hello.” He freezes, he hasn’t been called that in a long time. At least not since he’d actually been a duke, still he wants to know why and how she’s here if perhaps she’s like you.

“What are you doing here? How are you still alive?” He asks, stepping closer to her.

“Oh Seokjin, I won’t be dying any time soon. Especially when you’re alive.” She laughs.

“What does that mean?”

“You know what it means, as long as you live so will I. I can’t say the same for your precious ___.”

“What have you done?” Anger simmers just below his skin his jaw aches, feels the prick of his fangs on his lips as he fights to control himself.

“Me, nothing. I never had the power to play with people’s lives like that but this” she laughs yanking on a cluster of bright red strings that wraps themselves to his being “means someone else has long since chosen you as a puppet for their play.” He’s confused, mind abuzz with the information she’s given him as the strings disappear the moment she lets them go.

“Do you know who?” He asks because he’s thinking of you. If he’d been chosen then surely you had been too.

“I couldn’t say, even if I did know I wouldn’t tell you. I’m just a spectator in this game you're playing. Take care Duke Kim.” And just like that she’s gone. He doesn’t meet you during your tenth lifetime, the first one of many to come where you don’t cross paths.

*

The last

It’s been many, many years since he’d become this thing. Spent most of it wondering when he’d meet you again. Had spent so long living he hadn’t the time to think just what it was that had kept him alive for so long. He’d made some friends and some enemies, had seen the world at its best and at its worst. Had seen and heard of your death more times than his heart could bear. But through it all he’d watched more and more of his loved ones love and die while he remained alone.

He’d never seen Sana after their last meeting, but he also hadn’t wanted to because he didn’t trust her. Seokjin has spent so long living that he was ready to finally call it quits. He’d stopped searching for you some time ago had given in to the chance that maybe if fate allowed you’d meet again. He’d stopped traveling, put down some roots right back where it had all started. The land he chose was familiar, the house that sat in what used to be the ducal house of Kim was quaint compared to his old home.

It was nice, the area somewhat secluded with little to no need for interaction most of all it was private. Still he felt nostalgic of the life he’d once had, the first of your lives where he could almost taste the happiness. And yet here he was again the place where it began, alone and utterly ready to finally make his peace with the world.

“I’ve been wondering when you’d come back.” He whips his head in your direction, a smile already splitting your lips.

“I’m sorry?” He asks not sure if you’re referring to him, after all you never remembered him in any of your lifetimes.

“You’ve finally come home,” you start moving to embrace him, and Seokjin is surprised as he easily wraps his arms around you. “I’ve waited a long time.”

“I would've come home sooner, had I known.” he whispers against the softness of your hair. He takes his time breathing you in. This was you, his ____ from all those years ago. He doesn't know how but it’s you and he’s suddenly overcome with the thought of staying and keeping you safe. You hiccup followed by your soft sobs as your tears sink into the cotton of his shirt. Seokjin wants to cry too but he is too overwhelmed by the sudden pain he feels as it spreads throughout his body. You sob louder bringing your hands to cover muffle your cries, and he understands. There’s blood on your hands, apologies mixed in between your cires, and though he’s finally dying he isn't upset that it's by your hands.

Instead he slowly peels your hands from your face, and cups your cheeks. Through your tear blurred eyes you watch as he presses his forehead to yours and in his eyes you see all the love he holds for you, his lips quirk up the slightest, before he presses them to your own. You can taste the salt of your tears as you kiss, your heart is breaking as you hold him tighter to you. He wipes at your eyes, the smile he gives you is still soft.

“I’ll always love you.” he whispers, finally letting his fluttering eyelids fall shut as he slumps over. His weight is comfortable, the tears come again with a vengeance and you refuse to let him go.

That’s how she finds you, crying over your dead lover. Sana sighs a little saddened by the change of events, she’d known his life would end but never at your hands. She’s ready to move on too, but she’s still reluctant because it seems you’ve taken his place and thus the cycle will continue she thinks as she disappears from existence.

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