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rhinestoneskye · 10 months

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Authentic Love In Figurative Forms

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: angst, misunderstanding, comparing the twins, a little cursing, arguing, mention of alcohol.

Mentioned songs you can listen to while you read:

Scenes From An Italian Restaurant • Billy Joel

New York State Of Mind • Billy Joel

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I never expected one evening to change the course of my future. A man had approached me when I was playing in some hole in the wall bar. He hit on me, told me he was a musician as well, offered to play a few songs with me. Without much thought, we exchanged numbers and names. I learned his was Jake. He was kind, attractive, and musically talented. The man had promised to give me a call. After about a week, we became a duo act in that little bar. Jake joined me on his free nights, always with a smile and a new look with his hair. He brought his own guitar as well, which helped us achieve a fuller sound when it came to the actual music. He occasionally sang a harmony with me, and mocked the light twang in my voice to get the people laughing. He certainly knew how to work the crowd.

Jake covered a beautiful lower harmony, and he did well with finding a key he could sing any verse in. He had a beautiful voice. Raspy but clear. He often told me that performing like this was fun for him, because he got to explore his own musical interests without his own band.

At some point, performing like best friends turned into being best friends. Everything started to come naturally. Jake and I were at each other’s places often. We talked over homemade dinners and long movies. We got to know each other deeper. When he looked into my music, he started offering to perform my real songs with me. Then I got the offer to tour with his own band.

I was on the cusp of saying no. I didn’t want to piggyback off of his success. But when he insisted, and when his brother insisted. I decided to give in.

Despite my attraction to him, I kept my mouth shut for fear of ruining what we had. I made a brilliant friend, and I hoped that would be enough to keep me satisfied. But nothing made me jealous like watching girls scream over him night and night again.

Some evenings came with exhaustion. Others, I could finish a performance and be up for hours. Usually, whatever I did, involved Jake. Before or after a show. The boys were always in varying moods when they finished performing. Danny was possibly the only one who ever wanted to relax consistently. Sometimes Josh was tired, sometimes he wanted a drink. Most nights Jake would want to talk or eat. And Sammy was a little bit of everything.

There were nights, however, when Jake would drag himself onto my bus, and mope along into the back bedroom. Drained from feeling too many emotions, overstimulated from all the noise and sights, and fidgety from anxiety. His body would hurt, his fingers would be sore. He wouldn’t want to do anything other than lay down. Sometimes he cried. Not for any particular reason, but when a night was too much to handle, he preferred to let it out. I never had an issue with holding him, or distracting him in some sense. Despite Josh having been the more emotional twin, deep down, Jake seemed to be the more tender-hearted one. Josh was rambunctious and loving. Jake was quiet and caring.

I had just finished showering when I heard the bus door open. My driver, Kyle, was always so kind to Jake. He liked to give the other boys a hard time when they tried to visit, but Jake was by far Kyle’s favorite. Mostly because the younger twin knew how to win the man’s favor.

“Got your favorite candy bar.” I heard Jake’s voice ring out.

“You’re a good kid, Jakey.” Kyle’s jovial tone made me smile. Some evenings, Jake would carry on a full conversation with him before going to find me, which I knew Kyle appreciated. Sometimes I could be boring, so having someone else to talk to helped him. Especially with being away from his family.

“Can I leave this out here?” I raised a brow at the newness of the conversation.

“Absolutely.” I peeked up from my book, staring the door down and waiting for it to open. When it did, I was met with the sight of a shaggy looking man. Jake’s hair was wet, he wore a pair of sweats and an old tank top with the sides cut out. He kicked his boots off and flashed me a smile.

“Sorry I took so long.” His soft voice had a tint of hoarseness to it. Caused usually when he had to sing louder because Josh got carried away. “Sammy was being an ass about the bathroom.” Jake sauntered over and dropped onto the edge of my bed, laying himself across the bottom and pulling his knees in so his legs didn’t hang off. I set my book aside and nudged his stomach with my foot, earning a quiet laugh in response.

“You feeling okay?”

“Guess so. I’m just tired.”

“Come lay up here.” I tried to tell myself every night that these exchanges were normal, but at some point I came to terms with the fact that it wasn’t. Jake and I weren’t particularly conventional friends, but we never explored any idea other than friendship. So we considered what we had to be just a weird type of relationship. Jake inched his way up the bed, moaning softly as he rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in one of my pillows. He pushed my book away, accidentally knocking it off the bed. I rested a hand on his back, laughing softly.

“Sorry.” His muffled voice amused me.

“It’ll be fine.” I rubbed the space between his shoulder blades and giggled at the string of groans that fell from his lips.

“Show go well?” I asked. Jake turned his head so I could hear him better.

“It was good. My finger started bleeding though. I have to clean my guitar.”

“Did you get it fixed?” I reached for the hand closest to myself, carefully picking it up to see a bandaid on his middle finger.

“Yeah.” His breathy laugh warmed my heart. Our eyes locked for a moment.

“You need to use lotion regularly. It’ll help some.”

“That’s too much work. Then when I wash my hands they’ll just be slimy too.” I giggled and dropped his hand back onto the bed. Jake didn’t seem satisfied by the loss of contact, so he slung his arm around my waist.

“Well aren’t you a genius.” I whispered, awaiting a sarcastic remark or some type of quip in reply. I never got one though, and I peeked down to assure myself he was still awake.

“You hungry?” His voice finally broke the silence.

“I might be able to go for something small. We leave in an hour though, we won’t have time to go out.”

“Don’t worry. I brought stuff in.”

“What do you mean?” I rested my hands atop his arm draped in my lap.

“I got some stuff before the show to cook tonight.” I pondered the idea.

“Homesick?”

“Just a little. And I’m missing that soup you’re so good at making.” He finally picked his head up to flash me an innocent smile. “Thought maybe you could teach me how to make it.” I wondered how I had gone my whole life never finding somebody so sweet.

“I don’t have pots or pans. Or ingredients.”

“I got stuff.”

“Jake.” I shifted to slip out of bed. “How much did you spend?”

“Enough to make soup. Oh! And I got bread.”

“God, you carb-loader.” I teased with an exasperated tone. Jake rolled his eyes, slowly turning to lay on his back. His shirt rode up slightly, and I couldn’t help but lean over the bed and trail my fingers against his side, earning an immediate giggle. Jake shoved my hand away and slowly sat up to follow me out of bed.

“I don’t like being tickled.” He protested as I led him out of the bedroom toward the kitchen area in the middle of the bus. Due to the vehicle being set up for one, there was sufficient space for a kitchen and a larger lounge. Nothing beat having the whole place to myself with so much space to spread out.

“Yeah yeah,” I spoke in a playfully sarcastic tone. He glared at me.

“There’s one thing homemade soup can’t exist without.” I began as Jake snatched up the grocery bags full of ingredients. At first I questioned how he knew what all to get, but then I remembered how he’d begged for the recipe the first time I had made it.

“Billy Joel.” Jake answered with a delighted smile. I’d given him this lecture before. I slid my phone from the pocket of my shorts, setting it on the empty countertop and finding my old Joel playlist. I hit shuffle before turning back to Jake.

“Let’s get these bags unpacked.” We worked on emptying the grocery bags together. I showed him the most effective way to lay things out. Then he helped me wash the store bought pans and bowls. We dried everything off before we wandered back across the empty space between counters.

“Start cutting the onions, yeah?” I suggested, searching for a knife in one of the many drawers before I found one. I handed it over.

“Dicing?” He eyed me with curiosity.

“Yeah. Little squares. So the flavor is more balanced.” I stopped what I was doing to step up beside him. I peeled the skin off the first onion before I grabbed his hands, showing him the best way to hold the vegetable while I guided his other hand in cutting it. He nodded. I knew Jake well enough to fully understand he didn’t need help, but I was incredibly particular about homemade soups. And it was an excuse to touch him.

“Bottle of red.” Jake and I both winced at the sound of Kyle’s taunting voice from the front of the bus. He could hear the music plain as day. “Bottle of white!” The man sang louder. I made eye contact with Jake before we both started giggling.

“I don’t know how you do it with this guy.” Jake joked softly.

“He’s a sweetheart and you know it.” I bumped my hip against his own before I prepped the area next to him to begin dicing peppers. “Speaking of wine.” I grabbed a second knife for myself. “I might have a bottle stored away we can open.”

“God, I love you.” It was a thoughtless statement. I told myself so, but I doubted that when our eyes trailed to meet one another. Jake bit his lower lip. My eyes dropped when they noticed the movement.

“Listen,” Jake began.

“Jacob.” I had cut him off.

“Things are okay with me these days!” Jake and I jolted when Kyle screeched out the lyrics of the song. Awkward chuckles followed. I shook my head at the absurdity of my previous thoughts. Jake only said he loved me because I had alcohol. He meant nothing more. His eyes remained on me as I looked away, but with a gesture toward the onion on the counter in front of him, I reminded him of the job he had to do.

“My sweet romantic teenage nights.” Jake whispered the lyrics sarcastically, alluding to our own evening being thrown off by Kyle. Though I wouldn’t consider it romantic. Unless it was. I did a double take, prepared to ask what he meant, but Jake’s eyes were already back on the cutting board. We were a confusing pair. Friends, but he and I always seemed to tamper with the idea of something more. Yet with Jake, somewhere in his own world, he never seemed completely comfortable with the idea of committing. Or maybe it was something else. I could never tell.

“I’m gonna go boil that water.” I informed him before I slipped off to turn the stove on. Cooking on a tour bus was one thing, but soup was a whole other matter. I wanted to get it finished before we actually started moving.

“You got a song on there Kyle doesn’t know?” Jake asked, turning to look across the way at me. I laughed and reached for my phone, skipping to the next song.

“He hears Joel a lot. I’m sure he knows every song word for word.” I informed the younger twin as I joined his side once again, cutting vegetables.

“That’s disappointing.” Jake’s eyes met my own, searching the validation he certainly received when his response made me laugh.

“When you’re done with that onion, they can go in this bowl.” I reached for the glass bowl on the opposite side of the counter, placing it between us. “We just need one chopped up. I only add extra if the flavor isn’t strong enough.”

“Right.” Jake’s brow narrowed before he jerked his head, trying to clear his hair from his sight. I took note of the action before I slipped back into my bedroom to grab a ponytail. When I returned, I nudged him before presenting the object.

“Oh. Thanks.” He stepped away to pull back the top section of his hair, the braids he had on the underlying sections ever present. And his silver earrings peeks out as well. I could have swooned at his appearance. When we finished fixing the first two vegetables, we scraped everything into the glass bowl between us, then repeated the process with the other ingredients needed. We worked in a comfortable silence, occasionally broken by Jake or I to sing a lyric or hum along to the music. By the time we had everything cut up, the water on the stove was boiling. I added a few spices to the ingredients before I guided Jake to the stove, pouring everything into the pot carefully, and requesting a wooden spoon. I set the lid on the pot and instructed Jake to set the spoon by the stovetop.

“What do we do now?” The brunette questioned as he set the spoon aside, leaning his hip against the counter.

“Relax and wait.”

“What about the bread?”

“We can wait to cut it.” I waved a hand dismissively, drifting away into my own world as I zoned into the familiar piano chords of New York State Of Mind.

“What about that wine?”

“Don’t rush it. You pour the wine too soon and it’ll be room temperature before the soup is ready.” I brought myself back to reality, glancing up at Jake. His lips turned upward into a smile, apologetic and bashful. Embarrassed to have been turned down twice. He loved cooking. Josh told me he used to binge the shows for hours, but he didn’t have the timing quite right.

“So we just stand here?”

“You need a way to keep busy?”

“Guess that post-show energy is coming back.” He joked with a soft chuckle. Jake crossed the walkway and leaned back against the opposing counter from where I stood. We eyed each other.

“You wanna dance?” I offered, pushing off the counter and holding my hand out. Jake barely hesitated to nod, sliding his hand into my own. His free hand found its home wrapped around my waist, and I rested my other arm comfortably over Jake’s shoulder. He flashed me a charming smile as we began to sway. I leaned into his embrace, welcomed by the feeling of his arm wrapping tighter around my waist as I rested my head against his chest.

“I know what I’m needing. And I don’t wanna waste more time…” I released a relaxed sigh at the sound of Jake’s soft voice. He could have sung to me all evening and I wouldn’t have minded one bit.

“Keep going.” I whispered, breathing in his scent. Everything about Jake had always been comforting. He felt like home. In a way I couldn’t describe. Jake was never one to deny my requests. As we swayed, he sang as soft as ever, resting his chin atop my head. As much as I loved composing with Jake, I also loved being able to sit and listen to him. His music, his voice, his thought process on writing.

“You’re beautiful.” Jake whispered, almost too quiet to hear. I lifted my head to look at him.

“You’re okay lookin’ too.” I never wanted to take any of his compliments too seriously, but I could tell by Jake’s feigned amusement, that he was trying to have a serious moment. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.

“Please listen to me.” He dipped his head to the height of my own, peering into my eyes. “You’re beautiful.” I was certain I was flushed, but beneath the dim warm glow of the tour bus lights, I was hopeful he couldn’t see. His stare felt like a captivating spotlight I didn’t wish to be under.

“Jake..”

“I just wanted you to know that.” Jake glanced away. “People don’t tell you enough. You deserve more love.” I found myself speechless, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t ruin the moment, but I’d always been a joke maker under pressure.

“You sound like Josh, going on about love.” I wanted to hit myself for the stupid comment. Jake winced the moment Josh was mentioned. I’d struck a nerve that neither of the twins enjoyed.

“I don’t wanna be Josh.” He persisted, gaze set on my eyes. I sighed softly, playing with the ends of his hair just behind his neck.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I rushed out. “What’s on your mind?” I moved my arm from his shoulder, rubbing my hand down his arm.

“Nothing.” I couldn’t tell if my avoidance made him give up, or if he truly just wanted to compliment me. But at this point I knew there had to be more on his mind.

“Look, I’m sorry. Okay? We won’t talk about Josh.”

“It’s fine.” Jake pulled away. I had ruined our moment.

“Jake, I didn’t mean to upset you.” I reached for his hand.

“I’m not upset!” I didn’t flinch at the volume of his voice, but it did surprise me.

“You good back there?” Kyle called. Ever protective of me. It warmed my heart in the cold moment.

“Yeah, Kyle!” I shouted back. Jake glanced down at his feet.

“You always do this.” I couldn’t make out the sound in his voice. Hurt. Something I wasn’t used to. He stepped back to create space between us. Another thing I wasn’t used to.

“Do what?” My brow furrowed, folding my arms across my chest.

“You avoid me.” I couldn’t understand. I had never once avoided Jake in any way. I was always excited to be around him. If anything, he’d always been the one avoiding. Shying away from possibilities. Opportunities. A more meaningful relationship where we didn’t have to hide our feelings.

“What?”

“You act like you care, and the minute we get close-“

“Jake!” A loud and obnoxious banging immediately interrupted our conversation. Jake’s hands clenched into fists. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“It’s Josh.” I mumbled, stepping past him. It was the second mistake I had made. Abandoning our argument for his brother. But if Josh had truly needed something, I didn’t want to leave him outside.

“It’s always Josh!” Jake shouted, in an accusatory tone. I stopped to look back at him, my eyes set in a deep glare.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I snapped.

“Maybe you just settle for me because he doesn’t like you!” I couldn’t believe the words that fell from his lips.

“Jake!” Josh’s shouting became background noise. As did Kyle scolding the older twin for banging on the bus door while he wasn’t being let in.

“You always fucking mention Josh when I’m around! You compare me to him! You tell me when I sound like him! It’s like you have a thing for him!”

A dangerous fire burned in my chest. I clenched my jaw. Stay silent in the moments when your words will only hurt somebody. But why hold back when they hurt you first? Jake had to have been playing some stupid game. He’d treat me like the love of his life only to back out every time. He wasn’t worth all this hassle. He wasn’t worth the wait. I couldn’t continue playing this game.

“Well at least having a thing for Josh would mean more than having a thing for somebody who’s so morbid all the time! I’d have more of a chance with somebody who loves everything compared to somebody who loves nothing at all!” I spat, and I refused to let myself feel the pit of remorse when Jake’s whole expression fell. I had never stooped so low. Jake loved things, but he was cautious with his love. Josh threw it out for the world to crumble up and throw away. He never cared. Jake was different. Jake placed his love in things that he trusted. He’d wrap it like a delicate cup and gift it to someone or something with a card that said, ‘be gentle.’ I opened my mouth to speak, but Jake had finally gained enough confidence to move. He pushed past me and walked toward the front of the bus. I followed him, but I realized Kyle was no longer on my side when he opened the bus door for Jake, who shoved right past his brother and left. Josh and I shared a look.

“What happened?”

I finally felt the tears streaming down my cheeks.

“I didn’t mean it.” Josh’s expression morphed into one of offense. Like he could somehow feel his brother’s grief. He took a step back, opened his mouth to speak, and for the first time, was at a loss for words.

“Please tell him I’m sorry.” I reached up to wipe the tears from my eyes. Josh gave an absent minded nod before he walked off to follow his brother.

I spared Kyle a shameful look as he closed the bus door. I felt my heart break, but I wondered if I even had the right to feel such pain. I knew deep down, I had been more in the wrong than he was.

Jake and I didn’t speak for days. Three shows to be exact. Josh came around before the second, and we did discuss the situation at length in my dressing room.

“You guys should really talk.” His voice broke me from my thoughts as I applied my eyeshadow.

“He hates me.”

“Maybe… sure.” Josh’s agreement hurt. “But if you both explain your sides of the story there’s a chance he won’t be as mad.”

“I don’t know.” I lowered the powder brush from my eye. “I didn’t know that saying he sounded like you was such a bad thing.”

“When he’s talking about his feelings it is. We’ve been connected our entire lives. Individuality is scarce to us. One of those places he craves it is in his personal life, with people we both aren’t close with. He doesn’t want his emotions to be compared to mine.” I sighed.

“That makes sense.. it’s just hard when all you ever do is express love.”

“When he’s ready, he won’t express it like I do. Jake’s love isn’t always shown in such literal words. His authentic love comes in figurative forms. Jake’s always been mysterious like that.” I looked up at Josh.

“I did tell him that you were sorry though. I told him that you were just upset, and that what he said is what prompted you to bite back. He understands that much. He just hates the idea of you thinking he doesn’t love anything. He never wanted to come off as loveless.” I felt my heart clench again. The same way it had when he stormed off my bus.

“Jake loves in silence. He admires and whispers his adoration in the dead of night. He likes that privacy. Of people not knowing what he’s truly passionate about unless he chooses to share.”

“When do you think I should talk to him?” I glanced at myself in the mirror. Then at Josh, fiddling with one of his gold necklaces.

“We have two days off soon.”

“Free time.” I commented. Time we always filled together.

“He’ll be bored without you.”

I let the idea sit in my mind after Josh had left. I gave it a few days. We played our last show, and the only contact Jake and I had was when I found his missing pick in an arena hallway. I’d gone to give it back to him only to find the boys all laughing and joking around together in Josh’s dressing room. Jake and I shared glances before he looked away. So I had given the pick to Josh. I didn’t know where we stood, but I owed it to him to explain my side. To at least try to mend the wounds I’d caused.

We travelled to the next city before our two day break. I didn’t know what any of the boys planned on doing, other than Jake. Josh had told me his twin wanted to go visit an art gallery.

“Just catch him before he leaves.” He’d suggested, but I didn’t think I had it in me.

Not until I was stepping off my tour bus around the time Jake intended to leave. After five minutes of waiting, I reminded myself that the Kiszka boys were always chronically late, so I sat on the bottom step of the bus and waited. I scrolled through social media on my phone, pondered what I might say. Tried my best to think of a good heartfelt apology. Then I heard the adjacent bus door open. My eyes lifted to see Jake in jeans and a flowy button down t-shirt. He’d stopped to look at me. All of my ideas flew out the window.

“What are you doing out here?” I flinched at the disinterest in his tone.

“Waiting for you, actually.” I slowly stood up.

“I’m going alone.”

“I didn’t ask to go.” I clarified, effectively keeping his attention. “I just want to talk.” The sigh that left his lips made my anger flare, but I kept it in check this time.

“Fine. What?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.. it just came out wrong.”

“Came out wrong?” Jake glared.

“Yes. The last thing I expected you to do was accuse me of loving your brother.”

“Well when all you ever do is compare me to him, I feel like you do like him. Or you just don’t like me.”

“Don’t cut me off, Jake.” I sighed, folding my arms across my chest. “I blew up on you because I felt like shit. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to make a move? Only to have you accuse me of liking your brother?” His anger seemed to fade slightly. His shoulders dropped, and he fidgeted with the rings on his fingers.

“Every time I try to make a move you bring up Josh.” The anger had completely dissolved into hurt. I wanted to hold him. I wished deep down that we had never fought, but I knew my lucky stars weren’t that magical.

“Because every time you made a move before you’d back out of it.” I countered. Jake fell silent. “And I’m sorry I did that so much. You and Josh have your own personalities. I never meant to make you feel like him.. or second best to him. You’re still my favorite twin.”

“But I don’t love like he does.” Jake sounded so persistent to get his point across. I wanted to make him feel understood.

“I know..” I mumbled, guilt laced in my tone.

“I don’t want to remind you of Josh every time I say I love something.”

My heart would have started racing if not for the tense moment we shared.

“Look.. Jake.” I hesitated before taking a step toward him. He didn’t move. I took another step. “I didn’t fall for Josh. I didn’t fall for Sam, or Danny. Bless his awkward heart.” I paused when I noticed the way his lips twitched. “I didn’t fall for anybody other than you. Because of your uniqueness. Because you intrigue me.” I rested my hand on his forearm. Jake shifted, glancing down at my hand. “I never would have come on this crazy trip if we weren’t so close. If I didn’t love you, and your music. Hell, you inspire me to write all the time. You’re the most beautiful muse I know.” I slid my hand up his arm, beneath the linen fabric of his short shirt sleeve.

“I’m sorry.” Jake whispered as he looked away. “I shouldn’t have accused you of loving Josh.” Rejection in its finest forms. Or at least that’s what it felt like. I pulled back and immediately hugged myself, an awkward tension filling my body.

“It’s okay..” the apology was appreciated, but the timing was off. I’d just spilled my heart for him and I got nothing in return aside from an apology. I glanced back at my bus door, thinking it best to go. Perhaps I had read the situation wrong, but it all felt off. I wondered if Jake was avoiding me again. Avoiding my feelings. He still wasn’t ready, and I should have known.

“I’m gonna go.” I glanced back at him, watching him nod. I turned away and started toward my bus, tears clouding my eyes. I should have known.

“You make me golden.” I turned back to him, brow furrowed in confusion. I sniffed and immediately wiped my eyes. Jake looked both relieved and exhausted. I couldn’t read the other emotion on his face.

“Huh?” My voice broke.

“You’re the last hour before sunset, and the first after sunrise. Your presence has this captivating aura, that has the most beautiful golden hue. And I love nothing more than to bask in that light every day.”Jake crossed the concrete between our busses, and raised a hand to rest upon my cheek. “I count it a blessing to be so close to you. Sometimes that light can be blinding, but I’d never mind being overshadowed by you, or your success.” Josh had been right. When Jake was ready, he’d express his love the way he was meant to. In the dead of night, between two trailers, quietly and passionately. Figuratively.

I shifted my weight slightly, a part of me fearful that he would back out again, but the determination in Jake’s eyes seemed far from it as he looked over my face. I could feel his emotion. He’d waited a long time for this. His hand moved lower to cup my jaw, his lips forming a slight pout as the gears in his head turned.

“Jake, I’m really sorry about what happened. It’s always been you, I’ve always loved you.” His wandering eyes flickered to meet my own. I held my hands out to rest upon his cheeks, our bodies pulling closer.

“I love you too, and I’m sorry I never said it sooner. I was just afraid.” Afraid that I had liked Josh. Afraid that he’d been picking up the wrong signals. Jake’s response came in a chaste whisper, rushed as he leaned forward to connect our lips. I gasped before melting into him. I wrapped one arm around his shoulders, my hand pressed against the back of his neck while my other hand pushed his hair from his face. Jake slung an arm around my midsection, arching my body into his own as he leaned forward.

I was breathless by the time he pulled away, my heart heavy and yet full at the same time.

“I never meant to hurt you.” Jake whispered, leaning in to rest his forehead against my own. “I was just afraid.” The repetition made me nod. Jake wanted to know that he had been heard.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel like that.” I gently squeezed the back of his neck. “I promise I never will again.”

“God I love you.” I giggled at the breathless tone he took up.

“You already said that,” I teased, pulling back.

“For as long as we live, it’ll be the only sentiment you ever hear from my lips.” I could have swooned. “I love you. You’re my girl. I can’t imagine life without you.” He listed off the various statements as his hand fell away from my face to wrap around my back.

“This might be the most I’ve ever heard you talk.” The playful shock in his features caused us both to laugh quietly.

“Consider yourself lucky. I only talk this much around people I’m really comfortable with.” It was reassuring to know I hadn’t hurt him to the point that he couldn’t trust me.

I playfully pushed his chest, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Kiszka.” I reached behind myself to grab one of his hands, pulling it from around my body. I peered at the watch on his wrist, reading the time as best as I could in the darkness before I looked back at him. “You have a date with an art gallery. You’re gonna be late soon.” In true Kiszka fashion, there was no panic when the word ‘late’ was mentioned. Jake merely shrugged and smiled.

“You wanna come with me?”

“Oh? So now I get the invite?” I raised a brow.

“Well.. I was mad at you before,” Jake answered in a playful tone. “But you can come now.”

“I’m not dressed for it.” I dropped his hand and shrugged. “But thanks for the invite anyway.”

“Then I’ll stay in with you.” I shook my head at his immediate change of plans.

“Go look at art. I’ll still be here when you get back.”

“We won’t be late if you get ready quickly.” He insisted. “I want you to go with me.”

I stepped back toward my bus. Did I even have nice clothes packed for such an event? I probably did, I just hadn’t touched them since we started our tour.

“Fifteen minutes?” I asked. I could pull my hair back and put on a light layer of makeup. Something to get me through the night.

“Fifteen.” Jake nodded, a bright smile forming on his lips.

“Okay.. I’ll be back.” I immediately turned and walked back into my bus.

Fifteen minutes pushed well into twenty before we actually left, but Jake and I weren’t bothered by it.

We started the night side by side admiring beautiful landscapes and all kinds of photos. Some art we shook our heads at. Other pieces we stared at silently for what felt like hours.

A lot of our evening was spent holding hands, huddled into one another, laughing and giggling like kids. By the time we left, Jake and I had already made plans to finish the evening in my bus, making up for the one we’d horribly ruined before. And this time, Jake promised to tell Josh not to bother us.

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goldenbloodytears · 1 month

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Honestly it's just so hard to envision Danny doing normal people stuff like I really can't see him being a father taking his kid to like a baseball game or like making pancakes for his significant other.

You're absolutely right haha As much as I have made a baby post, this is something I've been back and forth with myself about... for QUITE a while haha (help)

If you'll allow me to put my psychology and average crime buff hat on, this is something I've noticed when it comes to actual irl serial killers as well as fictional ones.... I'm not sure if there's an academic or philosophical term to describe this, but from the way I see it when we consider someone "evil" or otherwise morally wrong, we tend to start to discount their humanity.

For an irl case study example: Ted Bundy. Notoriously awful human being for multiple well-known reasons... but he volunteered as a sucide hotline worker and one of his brothers has said he was a "good" big brother (iirc this was Amazon's Falling for a Killer doc for anyone interested). This isn't to say he's suddenly a good person for working at a suicide hotline; it's pretty easy to assume that Ted's narcissism was the underlying motivation rather than some sense of moral priority in saving people. EDIT: But rather it points to the fact that there can be good actions done by bad/questionable people, just like good people can do bad things.

To bring this back around, it's similar to how I see Danny. He is woefully just a guy in a suit, as much as he wants to be some weird serial-killing spider-man in a stupid ghost costume. The fact that he's just a dude and not a killing machine means he can get tired of working his double jobs of 9-5 journalism and 10-6 murdering... I think it's maybe natural that he would at least consider whether there is something else he could be doing.

But at the same time, this is Danny we are talking about. The very same guy who got so insulted by somebody satirizing him that he had rage-induced blackouts. He's kinda pathetic in a wet-rat kinda way, it's fun to laugh at his bullshit in the tome because the tome itself is like one big satire of his original lore.

Anyways, to bring it back to the original point before this gets too long--I don't disagree, I find it weird to picture him doing normal stuff as well. But at least for me, that's part of the fun. I didn't really go into it in the baby post because it was more childhood than baby.... but I think he would be an awful dad. Like, he would have the rudest awakening when realizing that a child is not just a mini-extension of yourself because from reading the tome, to me, it seems like he has never critically questioned his father's parenting. He might have the mildest inkling of "doing right by his child" in the sense that he knows he didn't like certain things his father seemingly forced upon him... but I don't see him having the inclination or ability to actually follow-through. It also means he's probably a pain in the fucking ass when somebody doesn't do something the way he thinks they should, whether that's his partner, child, or Joe Schmoe from work. Conversely, he's going to do things for attention, so he might actually take Billy to soccer or make the wife breakfast... but he's going to complain if he doesn't get the attention he's looking for in return.

It's not hard to read into his character as having a personality disorder, I think the devs themselves said he was narcissistic. I won't get into the politics since I think that would require a new post, but from the suffering that real people go through with their personality disorders (NPD included), it gives me a small twinge of empathy for this boomer/gen-x edgelord.

The only way this man gets therapy is by going to jail.

#ghostface #dbd ghostface #danny johnson #dead by daylight #danny jed olsen johnson #headcanons #ted bundy #suicide

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katefathers · 3 months

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dissecting companion exits: a doctor who rant in the year 2024

So it's been over a month since I did that Doctor Who podcast, which has miraculously got me back on my Doctor Who bullshit, and after "The Giggle", I've been thinking a lot about companion exits, and how they worked for me and how they worked both inside and out of the narrative. And because what else is social media for than ranting about fiction, here I am.

I find it really interesting how in both Moffat and RTD Who, many of the exits work more successfully outside of the narrative than inside of it, yet for completely different reasons.

Like, "The Giggle" really emphasised how ridiculously tragic the Moffat companion exits were. And while I can't speak for Bill as I haven't watched her series, for both Amy and Clara, those exits didn't make much sense inside the narrative. Amy and Clara could have had non-tragic exits. Amy's run in particular seemed to be working towards her and Rory choosing to stop travelling with the Doctor. They weren't doing it full time, they were getting older (it was highlighted how Amy needed reading glasses now), and it would have made solid character and thematic sense to have them choose to end this chapter in their lives. To focus on their careers, and maybe have kids, and find the joy in the slow path. A slow wind down--a bittersweet yet poignant departure--would not have been untoward.

Clara could have left that way too. She could have either walked off into the sunset with Danny Pink (if he hadn't been killed off. Because he was killed off, right?) or found some other calling. Embracing teaching at Coal Hill. Teaching on another planet. Anything! But I think in both cases, Moffat wanted his "Doomsday", and so what made logical narrative sense took a backseat. These exits worked more outside of the story--"because the showrunner wanted tragedy"--than inside.

Donna, I think, could have also had a non-tragic exit. I know her tragic ending has been reversed, but if Donna had two series instead of one, I think an ending where she chose to leave the Doctor would have been possible. I mean, she loved travelling, but it's clear that she also wanted to do things like get married and have a family, and I think if she had one more series (or was in all four specials), she could have had a Jo Grant exit. But they couldn't get Catherine Tate for another series/all four specials, and RTD was set on leaving before Series 5, so Donna doesn't.

And the constraints of TV filmmaking are what I believe hampered the RTD companion exits. And there are two major ones: actor availability and the time the BBC allowed him to tell his stories.

Granted, while having two tragic exits that weigh on the Tenth Doctor and contribute to him going all "Time Lord Victorious" could have been the plan all along, assuming it wasn't, both Donna and Rose's exits make the most sense when read from an outside perspective: neither Catherine Tate or Billie Piper had signed on for more full episodes.

Rose's second exit, in particular, is the poster child for "outside the narrative" storytelling. I mean, when the Doctor says "But you've got to [stay in the parallel universe]", you nearly expect him to end that with "because your actress didn't sign on for more episodes". Outside the narrative, leaving Rose with TenToo wraps up the Doctor/Rose romance, keeps them mostly safe from the whims of future showrunners, and yet leaves Rose's story a little open-ended for the audience so they imagine whatever they want to happen in Rose's--and future Doctor's--future. Inside the narrative, however, I didn't find it particularly satisfying. The Doctor has been pining for Rose for two series. Rose has worked incredibly had to get back to him. As a character, she's crafted as someone who would stay with the Doctor forever. They have this sweeping, incredibly romantic reunion! Inside the narrative, her staying makes the most sense. It's the most satisfying ending. Especially if you don't have the space to make an ending with Rose's permanent exit gratifying.

Because like Donna and the bigeneration in "The Giggle", Rose ending up back in the parallel world could have been more satisfying if RTD had more time to build up to that exit. In general, much of "Journey's End" feels rushed, and the end of the episode is particularly bad, leaving a number of holes that never get filled. Mickey gives a very brief reason why he's staying in his home universe, but we don't see him say goodbye to Rose and Jackie. We never get a proper reunion between Rose and Jack, or resolution to Rose making Jack immortal, which she is clearly unaware of, nor do we get a goodbye between them. I remember wondering when "Journey's End" first aired, do Mickey and Jack even know that they won't see Rose again? Do they walk off with a quick "see ya later", thinking they'll meet up occasionally? Because Rose sure as hell didn't think she was leaving her home universe. And while we got TenToo on his own to establish that he is (mostly) the Doctor, we don't get much between him and Rose prior to being left on Bad Wolf Bay to build any kind of connection between them. We don't see Ten come to the decision to leave the two of them; we never really know how he feels about it. Yeah, Doctor Who is a very plot-forward show, but "Journey's End" was juggling a lot of plot and a lot of characters, and it should have been longer--or the Series 4 finale should have been a three-parter--to give both the story and characters time to breathe. The audience is left to infer A LOT, and for me it was unsatisfying at the time, and now with over a decade of distance, it's actually even more unsatisfying.

While it might seem like I have more of a problem with RTD's companion exits, I think they're more successful from a technical and audience standpoint than Moffat's. RTD has the incredible ability to write backwards, making you feel like an ending was always something that he was working towards, even when he wasn't. Although both Donna and Rose's stories could have been different given more time, and if they played out in a different medium like a novel, they still, mostly, work. Donna forgets, but gets a family and a mother who values her a little more. Rose gets both the Doctor and her parents--she doesn't have to sacrifice one for the other anymore. Moffat's, on the other hand, feel very slapdash, and I don't recall feeling like we'd been working towards them. Because, as I said, it always seemed like he was working towards a totally different ending.

I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this, but I find the difference between Moffat and RTD's approach to companion exits really fascinating. One wanted a specific style of ending, but didn't seem to know how to foreshadow it--how to make it work as part of a cohesive narrative. The other had a strong handle on narrative and character arcs, but their ability to craft something satisfying--to give his audience all the information--was hindered by episode length. Going forward, I hope RTD can manage his time better so that the companion exit is more satisfying, like Martha's. But I also hope he takes a leaf out of Moffat's book and plans a non-tragic ending. Because Moffat did set up two fairly sold, amicable partings, and Doctor Who needs more of those again.

#my writing #writeblr #Doctor Who #Russell T Davies #Steven Moffat #criticism #analysis #companions #companion exits #a giant Doctor Who rant?#in 2024?#quel suprise!#this is long and rambly but i needed to get it out of my brain #to add: i honestly think the constraints of the medium are part of why i bounced from Doctor Who years ago #while it's true that Moffat's writing wore me down #the fact that the story i was most invested in--the Doctor and Rose--didn't get an ending i found satisfying was part of it #and that was due to the TV format #and how Doctor Who is a show that continues with the same protagonist #with Doctor Who #you can get satisfying arcs but not really a satisfying story #and that wears on you #i think it says something that the stories i gravitate towards more recently aren't part of franchises #sure i do love Doctor Who and Star Trek #but i think my brain likes concrete endings to stories #i like a completed whole that i can imagine around #and while you can get that with companions on Doctor Who #you can't get that for the show itself #for the Doctor #the fact that even Doctor Who has got so backward looking doesn't help #it's leaving very little for me to imagine

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bewitched-forest · 5 months

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20 questions for writers, tagged by @gremlin-bot

How many works do you have on AO3? I have 17 total works posted! And I believe, like, two or three WIPs I haven't? I dunno, I'd have to double check.

What's your total AO3 word count? 260,118. I- I don't even know how to react to that. Holy shit.

What Fandoms do you write for? I write for mostly DC, Danny Phantom, and Artemis Fowl. I have done a Spiritfarer au and a FNAF crossover over fic though. Just one of each. No, they're not the same fic.

What are your top 5 fics by Kudos? Danny & Billy: Brothers in Too Much Power The Rebirth of Tim Drake Ancient Deals Phantom Feathers Danny & Billy: Brothers in Too Much Power The Rehash

Do you respond to comments? Why/Why not? I actually try to respond to all my comments! I really enjoy all of them and I want them to know! (Yes, even the person who insists on leaving over 2000 hearts on every chapter) For certain fics, *cough* Rebirth *cough*, I also just enjoy torturing some of them by not actually answering their questions.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? None of my completed fics really have angsty endings, I guess. Once I finish Now We're Stuck Here to Decay or How to Fowl A Bat, maybe? But even then, both of those fic are suppose to get more solemn but hopeful endings than just a straight angsty one. I just like hopeful endings I guess.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I can firmly say a fic that I finished for the recent DPxDC WIP Swap, which is What Once Was Lost Must Now Be Found. Eldritch homeless boy Danny gets himself a family in the Bats. ^-^

Do you get hate on fics? Not hate, really. Some unnecessary criticism, sure, but not what I'd call hate.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I haven't actually really written smut. I mean I did roleplays with ocs before, but never like straight written it soooo. Yeah.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one? I do write crossovers! Exclusively crossovers. XD I'd have to say Formula For a Crime Scene, which a three-way crossover with Danny Phantom, DC (Specifially BatFam), and Artemis Fowl.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? No, not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated? I have not had one translated, no. I would not be opposed to it however, as long as I was asked and somehow tagged in it.

Have you ever co-written a fic? Yes, I have done multiple actually! All mine actually come from events. Weltschmerz is a fic I am actively co-writing as a results of Patrol Partners with @spite-sapphic-starlight, @gremlin-bot, and @half-dead-ham. Ham and Gremlin are my partners and Kate is the... stubborn QPP that got us together. XD What Once Was Lost, which I mentioned earlier, is from a WIP Swap. Gunebug started that fic, and I finished it. And then Of Clones and Time Bullshittery is a fic I started for the same WIP Swap, but Itallcomesbacktoandriel finished! I frankly adore how Andriel finished it too. ^-^

What's your all-time favorite ship? Ooh. That's a tough one. I'd have to say either Artemis FowlxTim Drake or Dead!Tired, which is Tim x Danny Fenton.

What's a WIP you want to finish but you doubt you will? So. I haven't actually posted this fic. I started in like the middle. But its a Danny Phantom, BatFam, and Scooby Doo crossover fic that I've called Danny Phantom & Batman in: The Mystery of the Mystery Kids. I'd be okay talking more about it in a separate post if people are interested.

What are your writing strengths? You see. I asked my friends about this because I don't usually get specifics, just get told I'm a good writer. Gremlin's exact quote when I asked was "I don't know I just like it." I did get complimented quite a bit on my charactizations of Artemis Fowl, so I'll take that win.

Writing weaknesses? I've been told I can make dialogue drag. Someone actually told me this in a comment telling me I should go back in fic despite me tagging the fic as "No Beta We Die Like Jason Todd".

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? I don't think I've done it before, but once I'm further in my duolingo lessons, I'd love to incorporate Spanish or Japanese. Especially since I adore the Hispanic!Jason Todd headcanons.

First fandom you wrote for? It's technically two cause my first ever fic was a crossover with BatFam and Artemis Fowl.

Fav fic you have ever written? I- That's just cruel. I can't pick one. I really can't. They all hit my sweet spots in different ways.

Tag List: (Gremlin stole most of my list. XD) @precarious-hermit @the-stove-is-on-fire @tourettesdog @halfagone

#tag game #bewitchedforestasks #questions welcome #batman #artemis fowl #danny phantom #scooby doo #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #dc comics

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hawkinsindiana · 4 years

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i want to talk about it

ALMOST PARADISE: PART THREE - CHAPTER TWO OF ELEVEN (?)

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!reader

word count: 2.8k

a/n: you asked for it! guess what - the anGST IS BACK!!!! i have also decided not to include gifs until we get to s3 content okay? okay. enjoy!

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You think about that night often, even though there have been plenty of others like it since. It was the breath of fresh air you so desperately needed. And while your relationship with Steve has made certain aspects of your life better, not all of them are so positively affected.

The lump that forms in your throat every time you lie to your baby brother is especially difficult to swallow. You wonder if it will get any easier. Hopefully you won’t have to keep up the charade in front of the kids for much longer.

Especially now that Mike knows, that little shit.

It had only been four days since Steve had suggested the idea of keeping the status of your relationship a secret. Four days. You still can’t believe it.

The group was in the middle of a rather rousing round of Monopoly; Will had just sworn never to speak with Lucas again after a painful double mortgage incident. Steve, bankrupt from Max’s hotels and exhausted by their shenanigans, decided to leave a bit early. In traditional fashion, you made sure to see him out.

Moments after the pair of you disappeared from the room, Dustin sent the Wheeler boy to grab extra sodas from the fridge in the garage. You’re lucky Mike closed the door when he entered; no one else heard him shout in surprise when he witnessed Steve give you a quick kiss goodbye.

Your face flushed beet red in record time. Steve could’ve sworn his heart sank to the pit of his stomach. Mike has a habit of catching him in the act.

Thankfully it didn’t take much to convince Mike not to tell the others. He could tell how much it would mean to you to keep this quiet - a part of him understands why. It also helps that the boy would never want to disappoint you. Like all of the kids, they would hate to be the cause of grief in you.

But keeping this from your brother is the toughest part. Mike knows first hand just how much Dustin wishes you two were together. It’s unfortunate he hasn’t figured it out himself yet; Mike thinks he probably never will.

But of course, now that’s the least of your worries.

Billy Hargrove gets bored easily; it explains much of his behavior. When something, or someone, becomes a bit too dull for his taste, he feels the need to stir the pot. You are no exception.

You’ve learned to ignore his posse’s comments in your direction when they walk by; Tommy’s sting a bit more than the rest. Normally, you’d love to fight back and embarrass him - it’s one of Steve’s favorite things about you. But now, Billy’s involvement makes you think twice before saying anything. After what happened at the Byers’, you never know what it could be that sets him off.

Considering what happened last week, you’re certain something similar could occur again.

Billy cornered you at your locker, spewing his usual comments. You were unnerved by his presence but able to keep your emotions in check as he leaned in closer; it was impossible not to catch the stench of cigarette smoke off his breath as he spoke. The hand he had broken months prior twinged in pain.

In a moment of rage fueled by your silence, Billy fisted the collar of your sweater in his fingers. The fabric tightened against your neck as he said the damning line, “I could do it again, you know.”

The delicate knit of the yarn was stretched when he finally let you go. You threw that top into the dumpster as soon as you got home. You couldn’t bear to look at it anymore.

Steve wishes that you’d let him do something about Billy; you’re too frightened about what could happen if Steve confronted him. You would never risk letting your dream become a reality.

All that kept Billy from killing Steve that night was Max, had she not intervened. You’d thank her everyday if you could.

Even though the little moments you do get to spend with Steve help calm your mind, your experiences from November still hang over both of your consciences. Steve just tries his hardest to make sure your conversations are Upside-Down free. He wishes you both could be normal teenagers again without these traumatic experiences haunting your every move. He misses not having to worry about that.

Looking for a way to blow off some steam and relax, you suggested a horror movie marathon to the kids. Since the final semester of your senior year began, you haven’t been able to spend as much time with them as you would like.

Max’s face lit up when you mentioned the idea; Dustin scowled. He hates scary movies. It seems ironic to you considering everything the group has been through.

After sitting through Alien, the red-headed girl’s favorite, everyone decides to take a quick break before continuing. You and Steve are goofing off with Lucas and Max in the kitchen as the microwave’s working on the popcorn. Max just smiles as she watches you two interact.

The pair of you are approaching almost three months of your relationship. In that time, your comfort with each other has grown exponentially. While you don’t express your feelings for each other in front of the kids, it becomes very apparent to Max how drastically different your dynamic is compared to when she first met you both.

“I’m really glad you guys were able to sort things out,” She says before grabbing another bowl from the cabinet.

“What are you talking about?” You ask, the smile on your face drooping slightly at her words, exchanging a quick glance with Steve before speaking again, “Sort out what?”

Lucas continues before she can, leaning back against the counter, “Just... back when you guys were fighting. It must have been for something dumb if you got over it quick.”

That has Steve’s mind spinning for the rest of the night.

In your giddy excitement with one another, you both had completely forgotten about what happened between you two that week. It all seems like background noise compared to what followed.

But whatever it was that had you angry with him, it must not have been something dumb, he thinks. Not with the way you reacted.

The kids decide to move the activities over to the Wheelers’ after finishing The Shining - and you’re thankful they do. You and Steve don’t know how much more of Dustin’s unnecessary screams you could take.

“It’s not even that scary!” Will says as he opens the front door, turning back to your brother as the rest of the kids file outside. You throw Max’s coat to her before she forgets it.

“Did we watch the same movie?” Dustin answers as he pulls his backpack over his shoulder, his face stunned as he looks between you and Steve, “And he’s the one who looks like Danny Torrance!”

“Alright, alright,” Steve grabs the door from Will and he ushers them out, “Go on, get out of here.”

Mike runs back before it’s shut, looking over his shoulder to the others to make sure he wasn’t followed. His eyes peer through the crack as he steps onto the porch, a smug grin over his features as he lowers his voice, “If you two do anything weird in there-”

“Oho, that’s enough out of you,” Steve slams the door before Mike can continue, making an effort to lock it immediately after.

Your muffled laughter reaches his ears, turning to see where you’ve disappeared behind the couch to grab a pillow you’d thrown to try and silence your brother.

“You think his antics are funny, huh?” Steve asks, placing his hands on his hips as you pop back up, your eyes sparkling, “Clearly I enjoy them much more than you do.”

“He’s lucky we haven’t killed him yet.”

“Steven!”

“What?”

You scoff lightly at him, tossing the pillow onto the couch before plopping yourself down, “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

Steve’s expression flattens as you look away from him, gaze not focused on anything in particular. The thoughts he’s been having about the rough patch you two experienced begin to overwhelm him. The unanswered questions regarding your aggression towards him make him anxious - Steve can’t stand it when you’re unhappy with him.

It comes out before he can stop himself.

“You know, uh, what Max and Lucas mentioned earlier? About us?” Steve’s words make your brow furrow, confused as to why he’d bring it up. That seems like something he’d want to keep in the past, “Yeah, why?”

“I mean-” Steve exhales before sitting down next to you, his knee grazing yours, “I was mad ‘cause I thought that you’d been the reason Nancy...”

He stops for a moment, shaking the memory from his mind. He has no desire to bring his previous relationship into this one, “I don’t know, I guess you never mentioned why you were angry.”

He just shrugs after trailing off, eyes focused on the carpet; Steve’s not able to look directly at you while he admits it, “It just doesn’t make any sense to me, that’s all.”

Your jaw clenches as you remember the cause of your anger and how it transformed you. It seems so stupid now, that his behavior towards you meant that he’d rejected your feelings. Turns out, it couldn’t have been further from the truth.

You push those thoughts away; you’re not interested in furthering the conversation any more.

“It’s not important,” You state plainly, also not able to meet his gaze, “Lucas was right, it was dumb.”

Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you re-adjust on the cushion, “Let’s forget about it, yeah?”

Steve shakes his head - he’s quickly growing tired of you dodging his questions, “No, I want to talk about it. I want to know.”

“Why do you care so much? It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Because I was an asshole to you and you just…” He trails off as he leans away, arm draping over the couch, “You just took it! You accepted it like nothing had ever changed, like nothing ever happened between us.”

You huff, back pressed against the arm rest, voice quiet, “Damn right nothing ever happened.”

You freeze, surprised at your own comment. You didn’t know that you were still holding onto aggression directed at his obliviousness to your true feelings. But Steve doesn’t catch on, he only grows more concerned at your response, “What the hell are you talking about?”

You take a deep breath, thankful that he didn’t seem to understand, effectively saving your ass from whatever this revelation could’ve caused. The room is silent as you move to the edge of the seat, “Like I said. We should forget about it.”

Steve scoffs, his fingers pressed against the bridge of his nose as you stand up, “I can’t believe you’re not going to tell me.”

You don’t turn to look at him as you take a few steps, instead opting to push both hands through your hair as you answer, “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

“Maybe I do! What - is it so horrible that I want to know what made you mad at me?” He raises his voice and you turn towards him, desperately trying to calm your temper, “Steve-”

“So we’re keeping secrets now too, huh?” Steve says as he gets up too, arms crossed over his chest, “This whole thing’s under wraps anyways, why not bring that into the relationship? What a great idea. You’ve really outdone yourself this time, truly-”

“Oh my God, Steve-” You interrupt him, growing so impatient of him that you don’t even register what happens until it does, “Fine, you want to know?”

“Yes!”

“I thought that Nancy told you everything! Everything about how I felt.”

Your lip gets caught between your teeth as you cast your focus to the ceiling, hating how you can never seem to keep your emotions bottled up anymore - you used to be good at that.

“I must have been more obvious than I wanted because she had figured it out. That night at Tina’s party was when she finally felt confident enough to confront me about it. And I just…” You swallow the lump in your throat as you feel the tears start to burn behind your eyes. There was a reason you wanted to keep this away from him.

“I couldn’t take it anymore. I screamed at her, Steve. I just screamed at her,” Your tone softens as you remember the words that you spit at her, guilt flooding you all over again, “I was so sick and tired of watching her pull away from you when you deserved someone who actually cared about you and I was right there! The whole fucking time!”

“I thought that she told you about how I felt,” You mutter, shoulders slumping with embarrassment and shame, “I thought she told you and you had decided to reject me.”

Steve used to think that seeing you bloodied and beaten by Billy was the saddest he’d ever seen you. But seeing the look on your face as you realize what you’ve said - he’s not sure which one is worse. And it’s all because of him.

He should have listened to your protests; you were right.

Steve doesn’t know what to say.

Even though it’s only been official for a short amount of time, getting to be with you has been an absolute joy. It’s been perfect knowing that the sparks are mutual. He doesn’t think he’d be able to handle it again if they weren’t. Steve can tell there’s something different about why being with you feels so amazing and terrifying at the same time.

But the idea that you’ve kept your feelings locked away and hidden from him longer than he thought? That brings about a pain in his chest that’s greater than he’s ever had before.

“How - um, how long had it been since…” He doesn’t know how to finish - he’s not entirely sure if he wants to. He’s not sure he wants to know.

One tear hits your cheek, then another, “A year.”

Even though it’s whispered, it’s enough to make him dizzy. He sinks back onto the couch, his head in his hands as the information overwhelms him. The entire time that Nancy was lying to him, you were right by his side.

You heard everything.

He can’t believe that you just swallowed it - all the times that he gushed about her to your patient soul, telling you the plans on how he was going to ask her to the junior prom, mentioning how he thought she was the one for him. He can’t take it.

You still can’t look at him, it would be too much. Instead, you opt to pick at the sleeves of your hoodie, waiting for Steve to finally address what you admitted.

You grow impatient yet again, emotion scratching your throat, “Please just… say something.”

It seems like hours pass although it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds.

“I can’t do this,” The sound of Steve’s keys being pulled from his pocket catches your attention. Your eyes finally snap up and he’s already moving quickly to the exit, and you brush hair from your face before following him, “Where are you going?”

“I don’t-” He pauses as he pulls on the handle, briefly looking over his shoulder in your direction - still not able to directly catch sight of you, “I don’t know. I just need to think.”

The photos on the wall shake as he slams the door; you force your face into your palms.

It’s ruined, you’re sure of it. He can’t even be in the same room as you anymore. Maybe you’re not as good at keeping secrets as you thought.

Steve’s filled with regret as soon as his fingers leave the doorknob. What the hell is he thinking?

His mind quickly flashes back to the argument you two shared that night on the train tracks; he had forgotten all about it until now.

“You’re the one who caused this mess in the first place.”

His jaw clenches.

“This whole time, I knew you never liked her.”

His exhale stops short.

“You feel so threatened by her that you had to do something about it!”

His stomach churns.

The thought of you interpreting those words as further evidence of his rejection completely fills him with regret.

And then Steve remembers how willing you were to separate from him - it hits him that you didn’t believe he’d ever see you as anything other than a friend. The very notion of him being aware of your feelings had you shutting yourself away from him completely.

He has to go back in. He can’t leave you to believe those things. And although he doesn’t think apologizing would be enough this time, he at least has to give it a shot. For your sake

Steve’s about to shove the door back open when it locks from the other side. You’ve accepted that he’s not coming back in. Why would he want to?

A shallow breath gets pushed through your lungs; it doesn’t help to calm you. At he sound of the engine of his car running, a whimper passes your lips. You’re certain you’ve lost him again.

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom episode 4-7 Thoughts: (under a readmore because, these got kinda long!)

-the outfit danny had to buy for dash's party. CLASSIC 2000S i cannot stop laughing. And also showing up to the party and everyone is dressed like the trio is hilarious. and further proof that everyone looks good dressed goth.

-dash has a closet full of cute lil bear plushies?? LOVE that. adorable. also his response to danny trashing his room fighting a ghost was SO valid if somone BROKE MY BED IN HALF ID BE PISSED TOO.

-technus being like 'oh smart, u should be a tutor!' then later being like 'forget tutor, be a teacher!' :) supportive king <3 I also really like his upgraded suit/design. AND SPOCK CAMEO??? HELLO??

-the music in this show is super. its so funky. I looked it up and the guy who does it, guy moon (awesome name) also did music for other cartoons like fairly odd parents, barnyard, chalkzone, billy & mandy, AND some actual movies like FIGHT CLUB??? the whiplash I got from reading that)

-sam being rich explains a lot about her, actually.

-I know the moral of the episode was supposed to be 'dont ditch your friends for popular people/spend a lot of money on clothes that arent You to Fit In'. but tbh. it wouldve been easy for danny to have been like 'well, okay, ill come but only if my friends can!' but I get. that hes 14. so. not a lot to say there.

-BOX GHOST IS BACK!!!!! also, danny sitting up and wearing the dress/wig/makeup. umm thats how I dress everyday LMFAO. unironically me. (hate the jokes that boil down to 'haha funney man in dress' tho. but this is a look)

-jazz being protective of her brother once again being like NOOO YOU GUYS BETTER NOT STAKE OUT HIS (actually haunted) LOCKER!! shes aware of how people perceive him and she wants to help :( which is also probably why she told dash to invite him to that party even tho she had no interest in going!! she wants to help him out :(

-gotta say im with tucker on the whole 'should danny use his powers to get back at bullies' debate. 100% yes. let him teach kids to fight back. making dash throw his food at paulina out of the blue? no. but when hes actually about to pick on someone? yeah! for self defense? YEAH! if dash and his friends just threw food at him, I think rather than. idk doing sneaky shit with frogs he couldve just threw it back and not pulled punches if they tried to fight. I kNOOWWW its a kids show so they are like 'if u fight back ur just as bad!! violence bad!!' but. theyre HIS POWERS. WHO CARES.

-like my only gripe is that dash really isnt LEARNING ANYTHING WHEN DANNY GETS BACK AT HIM IN THE MOST PETTY INDIRECT WAYS. whatever they had to add a bully psa episode I guess. I hate it and I hate the way cartoons usually handle it because these methods simply Do Not Work. 'aND YouRE USinG YOur poWErs FOR EVill???!' this is Not Evil. even when poindexter takes dannys body, theyre only being 'nice' bc hes stealing soda for them!! bitches deserve what they get (nothing too brutal bc theyre high schoolers but damn, if they pick on danny he doesnt need to be the 'bigger person' he needs to start biting people)

-SAM TRYING TO SMUGGLE FROGS OUT OF THE BIO LAB?? girl in middle school when we had to dissect frogs we could opt out, also, they came to us already dead and preserved...

-sidney's lingo and the fact hes in black and white is sending me. also, danny is a ghost celebrity apparently for being a halfa?? ok. thats interesting to know

-the DENTIST BEING EXCITED ABOUT THE COTTON CANDY FLOOD IS THE FUNNIEST THING SO FAR.

-I LOOOVE the trope of 'wishes gone wrong'. not crazy about the stereotypical genie, or the use of the dreamcatcher looking design. (also, I KNOW theyre scientists but the way theyre handling a cold...are the fentons ANTIVAX)

-the genie. she. whitewished paulina. JKASDFHKJ. (the ghost literally just being hello kitty???? im dying) 'why do i feel that im special and wonderful? because I AM! <3' paulina ilu self worth queen. felt bad for her also getting possessed by (2) boys later who were arguing INSIDE HER. WTF.

-imagine being the guy trapped in his now flying car. he thought danny and tucker were HALUCINATIONS. imagine being trapped in a flying car with two, what you think are imaginary arguing 14 year olds convinced ur gonna die. i WOULD say this dude is gonna need so much therapy, but he seemed totally fine and excited when they landed (I would be happy too if a chicken was on my head. chickens rule) stoner rights

-sam's bat slippers??? iconic. SO cute.

-I think desiree's backstory is so :( do all ghosts have messed up sad backstories?? poindexter's was sad too...cannot imagine box ghost has any kind of fucked up backstory. but what if. his mom got pushed off cliffs by boxes...........a la cruella... anyway her 'no man may lay a hand on me' iconic. ilu

-I know danny has no concept of how much bras cost but my god dont attack tucker with some girls bra. those are so expensive.

-its really. well its not a GOOD THING he went into the portal and got fucked up, but its good danny was the one to do it rather than sam or tucker. because even tho he was being influenced by desiree and kept getting more malicious and it prob wasnt 100% him...he sucked as a ghost like most the people he 'pranked' were innocent ppl just Chillin and he didnt want to help anyone at all. I think danny is the most responsible out of them but also, hes 14 and shouldnt HAVE to feel obligated to fight every ghost. hes a good kid and wants to, but I also feel like he feels like...responsible for the portal turning on?? because his parents did give it up,, but it was an accident and not his fault (if anything, why was the on switch on the inside. why was it that easy. why was there no safety measures. that seems like smth OSHA needs to hear about). like thats my son. hes a good boy. and hes never done anything wrong in his life, ever. if anyone hurts him im killing everyone in this room and then myself. etc.

-danny's curfew is 10PM????? DUDE. when I was 14...shit I couldn't be out that late, I had to be back at like, 8 at the latest, and my parents had to know exactly where and who I was going with, AND i had to call/text them regularly...is this a case of my parents being overbearing, or the fentons sucking??? the only time i could EVER be out that late was if I was at an overnight sleepover or smth...

-the vultures have lil fezes. why do they have fezes...theyre so fuckin funny 'ask him for directions' 'I KNOW WHERE IM GOING' these ghost vultures are my new grandpas. pick them up, put them in the adopt box.

-'I wonder why those guys were trying to waste dad!' THEYRE GHOSTS. YOUR DAD HUNTS GHOSTS. why is that not a conclusion you'd immediately jump to??

-*jazz voice, clearly disgusted* WISCONSIN???

-mrs fenton with the lab coat and leg warmers and PERM. YESSS STYLISH.

-was going to say 'ew billionaire' @vlad but. super valid he used his powers to assumedly steal and cheat to get that money, thats how all billionaires do it! but ew hes a SIMP. and spending your billions on FOOTBALL STUFF?? you are Not Valid overall. I DO respect the fact you have a castle instead of a mansion. in wisconsin. if youre going to be stupidly rich might as well go all out, torches on the wall and all. I DO like his ghost form's little kitty ears. catman. and his cape! every design can benefit from a cape. and how different his forms look, like danny looks the EXACT SAME IN BOTH FORMS ASIDE FROM COLOR CHANGES. vlad's is like,, I could believe they were different people!! also I love the drama. but dude you are fighting a 14 year old. lame. also he was like, telling danny he wanted his mom and him and like, wanted him to renounce his dad?? WHAT ABOUT JAZZ?? bitch. those r MY kids and they are both important and special. I do agree they need better parents but thats not u sir <3

-I thought vlad's 'little badger' nickname for danny came from the football mascot of the packers, but google says they have NO MASCOT?? so now I'm like?? is it because his hair is sometimes black and sometimes white?? I hate to give him props but thats a PERFECT NICKNAME. theyre also tiny and vicious!

-why did I get so excited that Skulker is back!! its been like. 2-3 eps LMAO. AND THE DAIRY KING. ICONIC I LOVE HIM. hes the nicest guy ever :) more nice ghosts please. danny cannot be fighting alone everytime with no ghost buds like every ghost being hostile sucks :(

-mr. fenton knew vlad was controlling him, but a few episodes ago he had no clue danny was doing the same thing...is it something about how malicious the ghost is?? he just seemed to think his memory had gaps the first time, this time he was INSTANTLY LIKE 'GHOST'. then again in this ep when danny did it again he was just slightly confused but not immediately freaking out like he did with vlad possessing him!!

-'my parents will accept ME NO MATTER WHAT' so. so why haven't you come out to them yet, danny?? if you really think that?? if theres no harm, and you're sure??? if vlad is a real problem, wouldnt that make dealing with him easier, to expose him???? SO WHY HAVENT YOU COME OUT YET?? COULD IT BE,, MAYBE YOU HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT WHETHER YOUR PARENTS ACTUALLY WILL ACCEPT YOU??? 🤔 ... 🏳‍🌈 I get why people say He Is Trans. I totally totally get u danny.

-sorta unrelated, but it just occurred to me in one of these eps they go to casper HIGH not casper middle school??? theyre 14?? dont highschools usually do ages 15-18? (I didnt go to hs so I might be wrong, if I am ignore this...) freshmen are usually 14-15, could just be a case of them not turning 15 yet but they will sometime in the school year (I say they because tucker said he was 14 too)? I know the show has 3 seasons, so by the end of it will they be older? thatd be neat but usually cartoon characters stay the same age...I love shows where you can see the characters age and grow up, though...three seasons seems like a long time to spend on like, 1 year...

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obisimpkenobi · 3 years

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Congrats on 400 followers!! 🤗💙 Could you do a Dan Torrance sfw ABC?

Thank you so much!!!! Of course you can have ABC of Danny boy! This was fun to do and I want to cuddle him now.

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

It takes a while for Danny to open up. He’s had a rough past, and closes himself off to protect himself and others. He always tensed up when you showed any type of physical contact, but slowly started to melt into them. After things became official between the two of you he slowly started reciprocating, but is still nervous about it.

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

You guys met through Billy. Most people in town know Billy, he is the quiet sweetheart that does what he can to help out. So he introduces the two of you, the two closest people to him. From there your friendship blossomed and he’d start seeking you out to be around you.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Danny boy just needs to be held ok? Sweet boy just has so much going on and cuddling with you helps ground him. His favorite cuddle position is where you're on your back, and his head is resting on your chest, your arms cradling his head brushing through his hair. His arms will be around your waist trying to get impossibly closer to you and you tangle your legs with his, which makes him oh so soft.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

He loves the idea of getting a small apartment with you, just something small and quaint. A proper home for once in his life with the one person he feels safe with.

He likes to keep a tidy place, if there is too much of a mess it starts to overwhelm him. He likes cooking, but most of the things he knows how to cook are simple dishes. He likes when you cook food you’ve had when you were a kid, a smile always adorning his face as you cook.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

This man would have tears in his eyes, but refuses to let them fall. But he would make sure he is respectful and make you realize that it really is him. He doesn’t want you to feel worse than you already do.

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)

He is very hesitant about wanting to fully commit to you. He loves you, but he has so many demons. He thinks you deserve better than an ex-alcoholic that has mountains of trauma and this weird shining thing that haunts him most nights.

I feel like he wouldn’t feel the need to make it “official” anyways. Just being with you in general is enough for him. He doesn’t need this grand gesture or a piece of paper to show that he loves you. But he will do whatever makes you happy.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)

Dan emotionally is very rough around the edges, he really does need a bit of TLC. He himself tries to be soft towards you, and give you everything he thinks you deserve in a s/o. He wishes so much he could do more.

Physically he melts in your arms. The moment you hold him in any way he can’t help but smile for a moment and hold on to you tighter, or nuzzle into you. He’s been through shit and somehow his demons keep finding him, but when he is in your arms he feels safe. He’s not necessarily clingy, but he loves being held and holding you.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)

Like I said this man loves to hold you and he loves to be held. His hugs at first are timid, but you always squeeze him as hard as you can in the biggest bear hug you can muster. After you reciprocate his hug he grows more confident in it.

I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)

As said before Danny is hesitant about most things because of his past, so it takes a while for him to even think “wow I love this person”. He knows he cares for you and does love you but the thought of really being “in love” scares him a bit. But nevertheless he does admit it out loud when you're holding him one night after a particularly nasty nightmare, or day just needing comfort.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

So I feel like during his time he got clean he’s learned to control his emotions more, so it’s hard for him to get jealous. He also trusts you 100% in that area, he knows you and knows you wouldn’t cheat on him. But when he does I feel like he gets a little pouty, and quiet. Once you realize you’ll grab his hand and squeeze it reassuring him that everythings ok.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He’s usually into the soft kisses, the ones where you both end up melting into each other. Your bodies start to relax with the feel of each other and you can feel the care in the kiss. IMAGINE AS HE LINKS HIS FINGERS WITH YOURS AS YOU KISS SOFTLY

But don’t let the man fool you, when the time is right he will kiss you with a fiery passion. It's incredibly sexy when he kisses you as if he owns you, but this is reserved for behind closed doors.

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

He wasn’t good with kids before, but after working at Teeny Town and Abra he got better. It’s funny because he doesn’t do a high pitched voice like others usually would, but he would talk with interest and curiosity in his voice.

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

So mornings happen differently. There are the mornings he gets up somewhat early to go conduct the train in Teeny Towns, and there are the mornings where he sleeps in a little later after a night working at the hospice center. Either way when one of you gets up you're always pressing a kiss to the top of the others head when they wake, and before they leave for work.

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are the same as the mornings. The nights where he’s home are spent with the two of you dancing around each other as you cook, clean, or do whatever it is you do in the afternoons. But when he goes in to work, you always pack him some food to munch on later in the night and he can’t help but smile at the thoughtfulness. When he comes home he loves seeing you curled up in your shared bed, more often than not you’re in one of his shirts.

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

It takes a while for him to open up to you. I mean most people think he’s crazy when he talks about the things he sees, or looks at him with pity because of his past. You never pushed him to talk about anything, which is how you gained his trust. Before you guys became an item he told you everything, and you sat there with sad, but understanding eyes. You grabbed his hand and told him that you believed him, and how that it doesn't change how you feel about him. Safe to say he was fighting tears after that and internally SWOONED.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He gets frustrated but not that angry anymore. But he is also pretty patient, especially with other people. The hardest part is being patient with himself.

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

Dan remembers most things about you, but there are a few things that might slip his mind.

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

His favorite moments with you are when you're cuddling, but one of his all time favorite moments was when you had just got off of work and Teeny Town was full of families. On your way home you walked right up to Billy and asked how you could help. At some point you ended up running around chasing the kids, while giving one a piggyback ride. You looked so happy, as you helped entertain the kids waiting for a ride on the train. He knew you were tired after work, but yet you still came over to help plant some flowers and help the tired parents with their kids.

S - Security (How protective are they?)

Dan is pretty protective, that’s why it took so long to let you into his life. He doesn’t want anything happening to you, and if something happened to you because of him? He’d never forgive himself. He still hasn’t forgiven himself for past slip ups.

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

Sweet boy tries. He tries his best everyday with what seems to be the weight of the world on his shoulders. You see that and are incredibly proud of him either way. But when he goes out of his way to do something for you? You feel special. Life is hard already, and extra hard when you have shit to work through. So you always make sure he knows that you appreciate everything he does, even if it's only for himself.

U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

Danny boy worked real hard to stop his drinking, but of course because of that he acts a little different when he’s overwhelmed and doesn’t have alcohol to help. The main thing is he really wants to just be alone, and is used to being alone. Learning to trust and have a friend in Billy is one thing, but having a significant other? There’s gonna be a little more work needed.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s pretty lax about his appearance. After he got clean he manages himself a little more than he used too, and after he got with you he tries a littlemore. He takes care of himself more and when you go out with each other he makes sure to look a little nicer for you.

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I wouldn't necessarily say “incomplete” but more of a loss. Being incomplete is like saying you will be okay again. He’s lost people before and worked through it, but he still feels it like the day he found out.

X - Xtra (Random HC)

After you move in together you realize there’s a cat that roams around, so you guys “adopt” it. You always leave food out and even bought a little bed and put it outside for it. It’s a little white and grey cat with light blue eyes. You named it Spoon, not knowing what else to call it while you washed some dishes. Danny chuckled at the name and somehow found himself calling the cat Spoon as well.

Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

Danny doesn’t like people who are impatient, or super closed minded. With the things he’s seen and dealt with he needs someone who won’t judge, someone who can believe what he’s been through.

Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)

Dan has insomnia. How can he not with everything in his head? So he doesn’t look forward to sleeping. He has medicine for if it gets too bad, or if he can’t go back to sleep. If you happen to wake up with him you make some tea to help relax the both of you back into sleep. You’ll curl up into each other and pass out watching an old show or movie you both like.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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Smalltown Bringdown 1

Warnings: blood, violence, more to be added.

This is dark!biker!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live in a smalltown run by a biker club. When your boss gets into debt, you find yourself drawn into the crossfire.

Note: Yesterday I tried writing Sugar, Sugar. That didn’t work out. I had a migraine on Monday that I’m still tiptoeing around. I wrote this a week ago but wanna continue it. Well, if there’s any interest in my doing so. So to those who take the time to read, thank you. Love you guys!

Please, leave some feedback, like and reblog if you can <3

Birch was a small town, named for the line of pale tree at its heart. The streets were built around it. It had stood for centuries like a guardian over residents. Like a harbinger of their eventual fates. White as a ghost, looming like the reaper.

And death lived in Birch. It rode the streets on iron steeds. The apocalyptic horseman roaring down the roads in leather. Oblivion was the bar on the main road.; The Asp was a remnant of the town’s birth. An inn for those who claimed to discover this “new world”. Cleopatra reclined along the sign’s moniker, a snake around her arm, poised to sink its long fangs in her throat.

Further down was the Chipped Saucer. The British were the first Europeans to settle here and when they supped with the Natives, they found their dishware cracked from their long journey. The tale outlived those early townsfolk painted across the window of sleepy old diner. The history of the forgotten town was long remembered because there, time didn’t seem to move very fast.

The town was more purgatory than hell. Few ever escaped it. You were among the trapped. A waitress in an aged yellow uniform and frilly white apron at the old diner. Sundays were busiest. The older folk were hungry after the weekly service and the younger residents were trying to caffeinate their hangovers.

You did your round of refills and returned the carafe to the machine. You took your time replacing the filter and adding the grounds. The rusted jingle of the bell above the door barely registered in your head. But the decisive stomp of boots did. Not just one set, not two, but more than you could count. You looked up as you closed the lid on the machine.

The diners sat frozen as if in a tableau. Not a single breath was drawn as you watched the leather-coated men walk between the tables. You didn’t need to see the patches on their backs to know who they were. Everyone knew who they were because they owned everything and everyone. The police, the town council, the mayor, and any who called Birch home.

Every small town has its dark secrets but the club had never really been a secret. The Howling Commandos had reigned since the boys returned from the war in 1945. Since, their mantle had been taken up by sons, nephews, cousins. Those glory days loomed as if it were only yesterday that the newspapers declared victory in Europe! Victor in Japan! Korea! Vietnam! Iraq!

You skirted behind the counter as Lillian, the oldest of the waitresses, stood by the kitchen window. Artie, the cook, neared the other side and gave a grunt at the bikers kicking around the diner.

“From what I heard,” He said loud enough for them to hear. “They serve hash down at The Asp, don’t they?”

“Artie,” Lillian hissed under her breath as she touched her immense bosom.

The diners, the servers, the bus boys, all exhaled in communal dismay. Mr. Elrich watched as Danny, the boy he’d once taught, took his mug of coffee and emptied it in a single gulp.

“Where’s Jimmy?” A golden-haired man stepped forward.

You knew him. Knew of him. He had been a few years ahead of you in school. He was held back and sat beside you in math and copied off your tests. Steve Rogers was too much trouble for a browner like you.

“Jimmy’s out,” Artie waved his spatula. “Can’t you see these people are tryna enjoy their breakfast?”

“Jimmy’s out,” Steve repeated slowly as he neared the counter. “Well, that’s a first. I always thought he slept off his Saturday nights in his office. Least I always found him half-asleep at his desk. Definitely wasn’t working.”

“You come back later when he’s in,” Artie shook his head. “Goddamn, boy, my eggs are burning.”

“Artie,” Lillian and several other waitresses wailed at him.

“How long you worked here, Art?” Steve was close. You could smell the leather and smoke as he passed you. His hand was on the door as he glared at Art through the window.

“Be thirty years, soon enough,” Artie answered defiantly. “Since you were a kid tossing your pancakes at the wall, you brat.”

Steve chuckled and pushed through the door. Several women screamed and men shushed them at the flurry that followed. The crash of pans as Steve grabbed the old man by his collar and pushed him against the window. You stepped through the door before it swung shut.

“Don’t.” You pleaded. “Don’t hurt him. Jimmy’s not here. None of us have seen him since yesterday.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve shrugged you away. “Loyalty is admirable. The man pays your check, so I understand your insistence on protecting him. I only wish he was as diligent in paying his dues.”

“St-stop,” You squealed as he his hand wrapped around Artie’s thick throat. “Goddamnit, you know Artie. You know he means no harm.”

“I know he’s always had a mean mouth,” Steve snarled. “Where’s that spatula now, hmm? You gonna give me a swat, Art?”

You looked around. The waitresses gaped through the window as the men loomed around the tables. Amused, they crossed their arms and watched the helpless old cook struggle. On the long steel table behind Steve was a large knife. Your heart pounded as you inched around him.

“Steve, come on, you can wait around for Jimmy,” You offered. “I’m sure he’ll be in. Hell, you’ll have more luck heading down to his. I’m sure he’s sleeping it off there.”

“I came here to get the money and I’m not leaving without it.” Steve snarled.

You bent slowly and took the knife, careful not to drag the blade on the floor. You stood and came around Steve. He glanced over as you pointed it at his neck. He chuckled as his eyes flashed.

“You don’t wanna do that, girl,” He warned.

“I don’t so long as you let him go,” You declared. “You go sit down, we’ll get you coffee, Art will cook you some bacon, and we’ll wait for Jimmy.”

“Don’t think I will.” Steve squeezed tighter as Artie turned red.

“Oh yeah?” You touched his neck with the blade’s edge. “You want Jimmy, no one’s keeping you from him but we can’t help you if you throttle poor Artie.”

A chuckle came from behind you. Deep and venomous. You looked slowly over your shoulder as the back door whisked shut. The knife slipped from your hand as you were faced with the barrel of a gun. The metal clattered to the tile as you dropped your arms and stared at the pistol’s mouth.

“You grew some balls since grade school,” Bucky remarked.

Him and Steve had always been inseparable. You should’ve known he wasn’t far. And as the main shareholder in the Asp and therefore the club, he was owed more than any. It would be a mark on the crest not to collect the debt himself.

“Wish I could say the same of you,” You retorted. “So, you gonna shoot me?”

He laughed again and Steve did too. “Let the man go,” Bucky said. “There’s a safe in the office. If there’s not enough in there, we’ll empty the till.”

He lowered the gun. Slowly as if taunting you. You turned to check on Artie as he leaned heavily on the wall. Steve headed for the door to the back hall where Jimmy’s office was.

“You okay?” You helped Artie stand straight. “You need some water. You should sit down. I’ll get Billy to finish service.”

“You are going to go out there,” Bucky said as he holstered his gun. “With the rest of the girls and stay away from sharp objects.” He grabbed your arm and dragged you to the door. “Artie, you get back to your tickets. These people look hungry.”

He shoved you through to the dining room and you stumbled into the counter. Artie coughed and wiped his sweaty hands on his apron. He waved at Billy, his sous chef, and ambled back to the grill.

It was a few minutes of tense silence filled only with the sound of pots, pans, and plates. As Artie called out an order and Lillian loaded her tray, Steve emerged from the back. Donny stood at the front door and kept any from leaving. Not than anyone had the strength or courage to even stand up.

“I don’t think we’re getting that thing open.” Steve said.

“Hey!” Donny shouted and the door chimed as he pulled it open.

Everyone watched as he raced out and chased Jimmy past the window. The small, greasy-haired man put up little fight against the burly biker and was dragged inside.

“There you are, Jim,” Bucky swung the door open and brushed past you. “We were starting to get impatient.”

“Bucky,” Jimmy’s voice cracked. “What are you--”

“Jim, let’s not play this game,” Bucky snapped. “I think you know I haven’t brought everyone here for breakfast so why don’t you help us crack the code and we’ll be on our way.”

“Crack the code?” Jimmy whimpered.

“We found the safe,” Bucky crossed his arms. “So, you open it up and we’re on our way. I only came for what’s mine. For what you owe me.”

“I-I-I--” Jimmy stuttered.

“Grab him,” Bucky ordered and Steve was quick to grab the thin man by his scruff and drag him across the diner.

Bucky led the way into the kitchen and the weak struggle could be heard as they disappeared through the back door. Artie called another order and Kimmie balanced it on her tray. When the three men returned, Jimmy had a bloody lip and Steve carried a black bag of what could only be the safe’s contents.

“Well, you see, we still got a problem here, Jimmy.” Bucky hauled him over to the window by his arm. “That’s not even close to what you owe and you’ve got late fees on top of it. Dodging me all week like this.”

Jimmy looked ready to cry as Bucky took his hand and slammed hit flat on the window’s ledge. He held his wrist down as he reached to his waist. “Check the register.” Bucky ordered.

Steve went to the till and hit every button until it opened. He emptied the drawer and shook his head. “Not even a hundred.” He scoffed.

“Pity,” Bucky pulled a knife from his belt. “Well then, Jim, there’s only one thing for you to do; pick a finger.”

“Wha--” Jimmy yelped. “What do you--”

“You pick a finger or I will find something worse to cut off.” Bucky lowered the blade and Jimmy flinched away.

“Please,” Jimmy begged. “I’ll get the money. End of the week, I promise.”

“You said that last week,” Bucky countered. “And I can’t gamble my integrity as lightly as you do, Jim. So hurry up or I’ll make you pick two.”

“Uh…” Jimmy quaked and went pale. ‘Th-the pinkie.”

Bucky was quick. The knife cut easily through flesh and bone and blood pooled beneath Jimmy’s hand in second. You covered your mouth as your stomach flipped and several people wretched, some followed by sloppy splats onto the floor.

Bucky held up the finger and admired it before he tucked it into his pocket and patted Jimmy on the back. “One week for the rest of it, Jim.” He strode through the door and stopped just beside the counter. He turned to you and smirked as he took the cloth from your apron pocket. “Get some pressure on that before he passes out, will ya?”

He handed you the cloth and winked. He nodded to his men and they filed out the door without another word. You blinked and shook yourself from your shock. You pushed through the kitchen door and grabbed Jimmy’s hand as he held his wrist. You pushed the rag to his severed pinkie and he hissed.

“Someone call an ambulance,” Your voice seemed to break the pall that had fallen over the diner. “Please!”

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By Tuesday, it was as if nothing had ever happened at the Chipped Saucer. The usual customers stopped by for their breakfast or lunch and Artie was back to his grumpy ways. The only thing that remained was the blood stain on the window ledge. And the bandage on Jimmy’s hand.

When you were done your shift, you hung your apron on its hook in the back and clipped your name tag on it. You covered up your hideous yellow dress with your black cardigan and grabbed your purse before you headed out. Your mother texted you to grab some cheese on your way home and a sixer of Blue for good measure.

You stopped by the grocer first and added a box of oreos to your bill. The liquor store was just next door and the after work crowd strolled its aisles. You traipsed to the back, the paper bag balanced against your hip as you browsed the cans and bottles. You grabbed some Blue and turned to head to the check out. You were the only person left in the aisle, well aside from one. Likely the reason for the sudden desolation.

Bucky Barnes stood before you in his leather jacket. You hadn’t noticed him there at the end of the shelf, watching you, arms crossed. You sighed and walked towards him, deliberately sidestepping him. You stopped short as he blocked you with his arm.

“Not even a hello?” He mused.

You scoffed and shook your head and stepped to the other side. He blocked you just as quickly. You tilted your head wryly and he smiled.

“What do you want?”

“To talk.” He said evenly.

“Mmhmm,” You rolled your eyes. “Forgive me if I’m not up for it.”

You tried to shake him again and he caught you around your waist. “Honey, honey, honey.”

You wriggled away from him and almost dropped your armful.

“You had a gun in my face two days ago. I have nothing to say to you.”

“You had a knife to my man’s throat.” He said. “Think we’re even.”

“Just say whatever it is you want so that I can go home.” You grumbled.

“How you like working over there at the Saucer?”

“What?” You shook your head.

“Seems slow. Tips any good?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” You challenged.

“Well, we got an opening at The Asp and you’ve got experience serving.” He shrugged. “Figured I’d put that out there. Not many ways to move up in this town.”

“I don’t wanna work at a dive.” You said through your teeth. “You done?”

“Sure.” He backed up and turned so he was almost against the shelf. He waved you past him. “Go home. Relax.” You began to step by him and he spoke again. “Say hi to your ma.”

You stopped but didn’t look back at him. You swallowed and carried your sixer to the counter. You set it down and dug for your wallet with one hand.

“It’s been covered.” Larry said as he scratched his thick mustache and glanced at Bucky. The biker pretended to peruse the white wines.

“No, it hasn’t.” You slammed a bill on the cans. “You give him his money back. Or keep it. I couldn’t care less.”

You waited for your change and grabbed the beer. You kept your head high as you swept out onto the street and past the motorcycle parked across two spots. You’d have to barter a can off your mom when you got in.

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On Friday, Jimmy called you to his office. He never called anyone to his office. Well except Kimmie but that’s because everyone knew what was going on between them. So you punched out and headed to the small back room with the dented metal desk from the 60s and the cinder block wall poorly disguised with flowery wallpaper. You knocked then entered when he replied.

You sat in the small chair with the orange cushion. The same one you’d sat your interview in. Jimmy spun his pen in his hand. He was jumpy. More than usual. The small safe hidden beside his filing cabinet was scratched but still in tact. He dropped the pen and twined his fingers together.

“So, uh, yeah,” He blinked and sniffed. “Well, this isn’t… easy. Not quite sure how to say it really.”

You were quiet. Confused. You scrunched your lips and listened. You had a bad feeling. Unusual things didn’t happen for no reason. Not in a small town.

“Heh, well, I’m sure you know I’ve come into some financial hardship and, well, it looks like...uh,” He sat back and smoothed his greasy, thinnng hair. “I’m gonna have to let you… go.”

“Let me go?” You repeated. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“I need the, uh, cash,” He turned back and forth in his chair. He was nervous.

“Cash. Sure. You couldn’t sell that heap of junk parked outside?” You sneered. “I have no doubt this has something to do with those goons but I don’t think you’re being honest about the why.”

“Look, I’m real sorry. You’ll get severance.” He sputtered.

“You can’t afford to keep me on but you can afford the pay out?” You scoffed and stood. “Let me ask you, have you received any other visits from your friends at The Asp?”

He shook his head frantically.

“Yeah, you haven’t been around Larry’s to grab a mickey at all? Or passing by? Maybe Tuesday night?”

“It’s a small town. I got nowhere to hide.” He cowered.

“Suppose there’s nothing else to say. Nothing I can say.” You threw up those hands. “You tell Bucky you were a good boy, okay?”

“I…”

“I get it. You owe them.” You started to turn away. “When should I expect my cheque.”

“Usual,” He answered glumly. “I really am sorry.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You stopped by the door. “You remember how sorry you are the next time you pick up a cue, eh.”

💀

Another trip to the liquor store, this one unimpeded. A bottle of wine from some unheard of vineyard on some distant island. You carried it home in the bag, its shape visible beneath the wrinkled paper. You went in the back way, as you always did. Your mother’s dog, Ash, wiggled his bum as you stopped to pet him. You let him inside as you entered the kitchen.

Your mother was at the counter, working on dinner. You set the bottle on the table heavily and sat. You let your purse fall to the floor and sighed.

“Hey, hon,” She said. “How was your day?”

You grumbled and unsheathed the bottle. You crumpled the bag and tossed it in the middle of the table. You unscrewed the lid and drank from the long neck. Your mom stopped her chopping and turned with a hand on her hip.

“Rough one?” She asked.

“I got fired.” You said numbly.

“Fired? For what?”

You shrugged and took another drink. She huffed and set aside her knife. You listened as she opened and closed a cupboard and crossed to you. She set down a glass.

“Pace yourself.” She reproached.

You frowned and filled the glass to the rim. She tutted and went back to the counter.

“It’s because of them.” You said at last.

She looked at you but kept quiet. She knew who you meant.

“Some kind of game.” You muttered.

“Oh, Lillian told me about your heroics.” Your mother sighed. “I knew you weren’t telling me something.”

“Christ, ma, they were gonna give Artie a heart attack,” You exclaimed. “What was I supposed to do? He’s a defenseless old man.”

“And? The Commandos are thugs. They have no qualms against old men and young women.” She dumped her cutting board in the pot and covered it. “Losing your job is nothing. You could’ve lost a lot more messing around. You know how things work.”

“Not as well as you, yeah?” You drank deeply. “Dad learned it the hard way, didn’t he?”

“That he did,” She assured you and took a glass of her own from the cupboard. She sat with you at the table. “You’ll find something else. Something better than the diner. That little tourism place, they need a new receptionist.”

“Great, I’ll get my resume printed tomorrow.” You poured her a more modest glass. “It’s a show. Don’t worry, ma. They just want to wave their-- well, you know.”

“You just stay clear of them. Let them find bigger fish to fry,” She advised.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #biker!bucky barnes #biker au #bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #biker!bucky barnes x reader #ft steve rogers #au #series #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #mcu #marvel #captain america

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haljordangreenjedi · 3 years

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you should assign 3 songs to 5 characters of your choosing and explain why you chose them

Kon, pls know I love you and I’m answering this before I do my physics homework. (the links are for spotify!!)

5 songs for 3 characters (bc god help me i can’t vibe with five characters rn, my brain is broken.):

Hal Jordan:

1. Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

i have angsted about Hal with this song for LITERAL MONTHS OKAY. Hal is Achilles, the negative voice is basically Hal’s depression and Barry is the positive voice for obvious reasons. you can thank me later.

2. Fake Fine by Robert Grace

Twenty-seven, life is Armageddon I've got clinical depression 'cause my mind's an imperfectionist

But I forget just what the question is 'Cause I'm a fuck-up Stuck here with my hands cuffed Behind my back, tryin' to keep myself intact

hi yes all of these things are confirmed in Hal’s life and you cannot TELL ME that Hal doesn’t put up a front because he Does.

3. Morning In America by Jon Bellion

i mean really this just invoked Hal for me, the song is talking about everything that’s actually going on behind the scenes, and that’s just how i see Hal? All the important stuff is behind the scenes and Hal’s been trying to live up to Martin’s memory his whole life. is that how other people see it? i dunno.

4. Pretender - Acoustic by AJR

i think im just chanting the same thing over and over because like, really all of these picks are just me chanting the same thing in different words, but... yeah.

5. Danny Phantom by Spencer Jordan

look, he’s.... he’s Danny Phantom, okay? think about it. because i can’t stop thinking about it, so now you have to.

Stephanie Brown:

1. Twinkle Lights by The Sonder Bombs

And at 14 years old I was basically fully grown I was 14 years old but still the saddest kid I’ll ever fuckin' know

(that’s it, that’s the tweet.)

2. long story short by Taylor Swift

I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me Misery Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep And you passed right by I was in the alley, surrounded on all sides The knife cuts both ways If the shoe fits, walk in it 'til your high heels break

it literally just feels like Steph telling the story of her life.

3. Since I Was A Kid by Lennon Stella

it *screams* Steph’s origin story and explains like why she is the way that she is.

4. ocean eyes by Billie Eilish

*cough* TimSteph *cough*

5. Outskirts Of Paradise by Bad Suns

I'm on the outskirts of paradise Chasing desire through the night Picturing ways to take flight When the time comes

Steph and being a Robin/Batgirl/the Spoiler. :)

Jason Todd:

1. Don’t Throw Out My Legos by AJR

this is both like, Jason wanting to grow up and not be viewed as the kid he was when he died, while still wanting a place in the family, secretly.

2. The Way We Get By by Spoon

it feels like it could be a take on Crime Alley, but that of someone from there, so to Jason it goes. (i’m trying to give different vibes here.)

3. Burn This City by Cartel

Cause our days were numbered by nights on too many rooftops. They said we're wasting our lives, Oh at least we know, that if we die - we lived with passion. They said we'd burn so bright. We burn this city and go.

it’s the batkid anthem.

4. Spirits by The Strumbellas

I've been lookin' at the stars tonight And I think, oh, how I miss that bright sun I'll be a dreamer 'til the day I die And they say, oh, how the good die young?

Jason and his life as a (technically) deceased boy.

5. Sick Boy by The Chainsmokers

really, it just feels like a cynical take Jason would have?

Honorable Mention Songs:

1. invisible string by Taylor Swift

it’s a barry and iris love song, okay. they’re the gold standard.

2. Old Friends by Ben Rector

ITS HAL AND BARRY AS CHILDHOOD FRIENDS OKAY YES I JUST CAME UP WITH THIS ONE AT THE LAST MINUTE BUT REALLY.

3. No Peace In Quiet by Delta Rae

this could be literally any superhero with *anyone* that’s died in any comic continuity, but Hal or Iris after Barry dies really fits, because these are the people that I am currently obsessed with and you can’t tell me that Hal didn’t love his best friend and get absolutely wrecked by his death. (but yeah, uhhh speedster love interests after their speedster gets sucked into the speed force—this one’s for you.

#tag: katie answers things.... sometimes #tag: i have friends i definitely have friends #tag: the dead robins quintet

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halo-jpeg · 4 years

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Ok so you baby post ..... magnificent gorgeous tasteful fantastic I lobed it so so so so much !!❤️ is it possible that you could do a similar thing but the slashers take in a young teenager (idk like 13 or something) I’m interested to see if whether or not there thoughts on taking in the child would be different or not xx

I got another ask for something similar, but asking if the reader heard voices and saw ghosts as well. I hope you don’t mind that I mixed the two!

Slashers (who live together) adopting a Teenage Daughter who sees Ghosts and hears Voices

Michael is still as fond of you as ever. You’re like a niece to him! As you grow, he’s there by your side to teach you everything you need to defend yourself. He loves your sass, and is happy to know he helped to teach you not to take shit from anyone. When he starts to catch on to your odd glances and the way you seemingly talk to yourself, he’s curious- he doesn’t hesitate to ask, and it’s so cool that you hear voices because he does too! You can talk to the ghosts and voices around him without judgement.

Jason loves how you turned out! You grew up to be kind yet feisty, and you have such a wonderful personality! He’s still always afraid for your week being since he’s heard high school can be scary and new. His reaction to the voices and ghosts you see and hear is perfectly normal. Voices? Cool, can you see Pam by any chance?? He’s unphased by the oddity, and thinks it makes you fit in even better than ever.

Danny, one of your main father figures, loves how you are almost identical to him. Your fierceness and silliness is so cool! Not once did he ever regret taking you in, and he’d die for you if you had to. When he finds out you hear and see things, he’s curious rather than concerned. He’ll ask for details, and he’ll end up thinking you’re even cooler than before. Also, he will want you to say ‘i see dead people’ every once and a while.

Billy & Stu have been through high school, and they’re excited for you to go through it too. Both Billy and Stu will give you advice, the most common being ‘High school is more fun if you’re a murderer. Give it a shot!’ They think that your hearing voices makes you just like them, so why wouldn’t you be a killer?

Brahms will always love you like you’re really his daughter. He’s taught you how to cook almost anything, and you always help with dinner. He will always be a little bit sad to see you growing up, playing Hide and Seek with him less and less, but he’s proud of you for growing up nonetheless. He is completely unphased by your hearing voices and seeing ghosts, and actually thinks its super cool!

Norman watched you grow through teary eyes, and he will always miss when you were younger, but now that you’ve grown into a wonderful young woman he couldn’t be more proud! He still spoils you rotten, buying you anything and everything you ask for. When you confess that you hear voices and see ghosts, he’s mildly concerned, but he comes to terms with it over time and now he’s proud that you have an oddity like your Slasher family does!

Vincent’s favourite thing ever is watching you grow in your art skill. Your rapid progression is heartwarming, and he’s never been more proud of anyone- even his own brothers- to see how skilled you’ve become. He’s still protective of you, and he always will be, so hearing that you see ghosts or hear odd voices makes him worry. He checks up on you daily, asking if the voices are doing anything bad to your mental health.

Bo is still the most protective of you. He always asks you about your day at school, making sure you know you can talk to him if kids at school are ever bothering you. He promises that he can take care of them if anyone is bullying you. He also doesn’t like the voices and ghosts, afraid that they’ll scare you or hurt you.

Lester still has so much to teach you about animals and taxidermy! You and him have a rather large collection of cool bones, feathers, etc. that you’ve collected in your day to day lives. He thinks the ghosts you see would be cool, and he wants to meet them!

To Thomas, chainsaw-wielding lessons are still a must, but you’re closer than ever to becoming a master. He’s still unsure of how to talk to you, but he really does try his best. Luda Mae and Hoyt have met you once or twice and are proud of the child Thomas helped to raise. Thomas will never be completely okay with you seeing ghosts or hearing voices, and he feels more okay with the idea of it if you keep him updated on what they say or do.

Bubba is still the Mother Extraordinaire! He still makes you clothes, and teaches you to use makeup when you want to learn. He’ll also teach you to do your hair! When prom time comes he will SCREAM if you ask him to help dress you up! He’s secretly afraid of the voices and ghosts, but he tries to act normal about it so he doesn’t scare you!

Billy Lenz and you are best friends now. In the winter, you watch Christmas movies with hot chocolate, building snowmen and doing every other Christmas activity you could think of. You don’t remind him of Agnes anymore, now that you’re older, so he’s much more comfortable around you. He hears voices, too, so he knows he can confide in you when his voices are being mean.

Leslie is still like a mentor to you. Now, he lets you watch and teaches you all about his work in the Slasher field, hoping that you follow in his footsteps. The voices and ghosts you see give you perfect motivation and a wicked backstory to be a slasher, too! Raised by the most famous, you slowly went insane, and the voices made you kill- it’s perfect!

Pyramid Head will always, always be afraid for your wellbeing. Whenever you do so much as scrape a knee he’s running for you with the first aid kit in hand, treating you like glass. He doesn’t want you to get hurt! When he finds out you hear things and see things, he’s amazed and intrigued, wanting you to tell him everything you know.

Amanda is the only girl in the house, and therefore the only one you can talk to about feminine hygiene. She also helps you learn makeup, and will totally talk to you about boys or girls you like. Voices and Ghosts don’t bother her, and she thinks it makes you even more unique. Awesome!

Freddy is still your alcohol dealer and fellow mischief maker- you pull some wicked pranks together, and get yelled at by the others quite a lot. He makes sure you know you can confide in him about the voices and ghosts, and tells you that he won’t let anything bad happen to you!

Herbert actually adores you now. When you were younger, before he got to know you, he was annoyed by your distracting presence. Now, he teaches you everything he knows so you’re like his little apprentice. He has tried to contact the ghosts you see, and has gotten through once or twice- they’re friendly, for the most part, and the two of you speak to their invisible presences as if they’re actually there.

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nightmarewritings · 3 years

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Thoughts on Rob Zombies Halloween remake as it's watched (spoilers!)

Also, theres like, swearing and I thirst a lot.

very hard to get past the first 3-4 minutes, took me legit 5 tries because I couldn't stand Myers family. 😔

Grown Michael HOT. 🥵🔥Really digging that orange mask.

Don't wanna sound like a monster but it's been really hard to care about these deaths except like Danny Trejos. Like dang, these are some EVIL rednecks!

Dr. Loomis HOT, glad they took advantage of Malcolm McDowell's beautiful blue eyes for closeups.

You really can't go wrong with Ken Foree, can you? He's hilarious in this.

oh he's dead.

Not really liking this Laurie so far, but I've only seen like a minute of her so there's plenty of time to turn it around. she looks younger than Jamie Lee Curtis did in the original, but from what I've seen of yearbooks people just looked older back then for some reason.

The armless skeleton decoration cracked me up

Rob Zombie is really good at writing young kids, Tommy and young Michael both sounded a lot like how real kids talk. Dude has missed his true calling writing a kids show.

not gonna lie, I know he needed the iconic mask but I sure wouldn't have minded if he wore that orange one more.

DANIELLE HARRIS? OH HELL YEAH!

I want a spin-off of Udo Kier, Clint Howard, and Malcolm McDowell just chewing the scenery together.

Lmao I love Laurie and her friends talking shit to Michael, that was funny.

Always kinda lowkey thought Brad Dourif was hot. I blame One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest.

I love Lauries coat. I want it.

That skeleton figure continues to delight.

Loving all these cameos!

One thing I love about Rob Zombie movies is the dude legit has great taste in music and a good eye for interesting aesthetic. This movie really nails the autumn feel.

Oh shit one of the jump scares got me!

Idk what it is about this Michael Myers but I wanna lick that dirty mask (and then die from my latex allergy).

Tommy Doyle has some damn good skeleton makeup, kid looks badass!

Every scene with Loomis is a treasure

Brad Douriff too, these dudes are KILLIN IT!

The Strode's answering machine message is charmingly dorky.

That's a really weird way to deal with finding a baby at a crime scene isn't it? I don't know, I'm not a cop.

Rob Zombie is really good at making tense scenes.

MICHAEL MYERS BUSTIN THROUGH

Michael carrying Laurie like that got me like “god I wish that was me”. I really shouldn’t watch slasher movies while thirsty.

Aw this part where he’s showing Laurie the photo is kinda sweet.

Man I just want one movie where the final girl joins the villain and it isn’t really gross and cheesy like in Texas Chainsaw 3D.

Oh she stabbed him. I get he’s evil but dang girl, dude was opening up to ya. Didn’t have to open him up too lol pretty badass tho, can’t lie.

How’d he fit all that hair under his mask anyway? Makes me wanna buy one and see how much hair I could fit in it, but the latex would fuck me up.

Myers family had a really nice pool.

I want to cuddle up close to Loomis too while he tells me it’s alright.

OH JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE HELL- lmao Loomis that’s such a weird thing to say there

Laurie is REALLY good at hiding. Like dang girl you need to enter competitive hide and seek or something.

Michael’s big and hot but ngl I kinda want Laurie to shoot him at least once because I don’t like how he’s just smashing up this house. I don’t care if it’s old and falling apart anyway, you’re ruining the aesthetic.

Just pictured Billy Lenz falling out of the attic on Michael and laughed so hard I snorted.

Man this Laurie went through HELL, like all Lauries have but her face looks ROUGH, like I can barely see it through the blood. Real badass though!

Not a big fan of the ending, too abrupt, but overall it’s MUCH better than I thought it’d be, once it got going it REALLY got going. Plus I want big giant like 6’7” Michael to stomp on my 5’ self. Not my favorite horror remake, but it’s certainly not the worst and not nearly as bad as I used to guess. Overall, very glad I watched it!

#halloween #rz halloween #michael myers #please don't judge my thought process too harshly I was thirsting hard and my brain only works at half power then #Lite Work

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birdy-bat-writes · 4 years

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What do you think the batboys would dress up as for this Halloween?

I feel like Dick would try to get everyone to wear matching or related costumes but would fail so it just ends up becoming Dick and Kori in a couples costume, Jason would try to get out of dressing up but ultimately finds something to use to his advantage. Tim would dress as Conner to troll him and Conner would immediately change his costume to troll Tim. Damian would probably have to dress up because he lost a bet or something but he’d choose to dress as either Indiana Jones or as Sherlock Holmes. I can just see Damian with the hat and the jacket. I cant explain why but I just see it. Jon wants to make a joke about the hat but he decides not not. So here’s how it goes:

- Dick and Kori are Sandy and Danny from Grease.

-Jason is either Billy Loomis from Scream or Jason Vorhees.

- Tim has dressed up as Superboy (Conner) and he keeps making jokes about, “No one can tell it’s me! I may not have a mask on but there’s definitely noo way anyone could ever recognize who I am.” So Conner responds by dressing as Red Robin and just “You know, you look like a dork with this cowl.” “No, you look like a dork in it; I look ravishing.” “N O.”

- Damian is Sherlock Holmes and has somehow convinced Jon to be his Watson. (I mean his name is Jon so John Watson) But anyway, Johnlock shippers wya because I want to chat! Damijon as Sherlock and Watson I want to draw this.

- Bruce might have to host a Halloween gala or something so he goes as the Phantom of The Opera and wears a mask. Maybe Selina is there as Christine (his love interest)?

- Alfred wears bunny ears by request of the kids. And he keeps them on only because they all took a selfie with him and they all smiled (even Jason and Damian and he got that on photo) so it makes him smile.

#asks #dc #I love you guys #ask hours #birdy bat asks

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sickhumor · 3 years

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Jokes for the more mature reader (dated humor)

On the ﬁrst day of school, the college dean addressed the freshman class to explain some of the campus rules. “The women’s dormitory is off-limits to male students and the men’s dormitory is off-limits to female students,” he intoned. “Anybody caught breaking this rule will be fined $20 the ﬁrst time, $60 the second time and $180 the third time. Does anyone have any questions?”

A male student raised his hand. “How much for a season pass?”

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A ﬂea had oiled up his little ﬂea legs and his little flea arms and was soaking up the Miami sun when an old ﬂea friend of his walked by. “Oscar, what happened to you?" asked the first ﬂea when he saw how terrible his friend looked——runny nose, red eyes, teeth chattering.

“I got a ride down here in some biker’s mustache and nearly froze my nuts off,” wheezed Oscar.

“Let me give you a tip, old pal,” said the ﬁrst ﬂea. "Go to the stewardess lounge at the airport, get up on the toilet seat and when a stewardess comes in, hop on for a nice warm ride. Got it?”

A month later, while stretched out on the beach, the ﬂea saw Oscar again, looking more chilled and miserable than before. “I did everything you said,” Oscar explained. “I went to the stewardess lounge, made a perfect landing and got so warm and cozy that I dozed off.”

“And so?” asked the first ﬂea.

“And so the next thing I know, I’m on this guy’s mustache again!”

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When does Michael Jackson’s kid know that it’s time to go to bed?

The big hand touches the little hand.

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An old lady—a spinster and a virgin, and proud of it—lived in a tiny village. She knew her last days were approaching, so she told the local undertaker that she wanted the following inscription on her tombstone: BORN A VIRGIN, LIVED A VIRGIN, DIED A VIRGIN.

Not long after she had made her wish known, the old maid died peacefully in her sleep. The undertaker told the stonecutters of the lady’s request. The men, practical to a fault, thought about the inscription and concluded that it was unnecessarily long. They wrote simply: RETURNED UNOPENED.

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RECORDED MESSAGE OF THE MONTH!

“Hello, welcome to the psychiatric hotline.

“If you are obsessive-compulsive, please press one repeatedly.

“If you are codependent, please ask someone to press two.

“If you have multiple personalities, please press three, four, five and six.

“If you are paranoid-delusional, we know who you are and what you want. Stay on the line until we can trace your call.

“If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice will tell you which number to press.

"If you are manic-depressive, it doesn’t matter which number you press. No one will answer.”

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What’s a female bisexual?

A lesbian with car trouble.

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While at the fairgrounds, a woman wanted to take a ride on the Ferris wheel before heading home. Her husband waited while she took a spin. The wheel went round and round and suddenly the woman was thrown out. She landed in a heap at her husband’s feet. He gasped and bent down. “Are you hurt?” he asked.

“Of course I’m hurt!” she replied. “Three times around and you didn’t wave once.”

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A little boy walked in on his parents in the heat of their lovemaking. “Mommy, what are you doing?”

“Um,” she stammered, “well, Daddy is so fat that I’m bouncing all the air out of him.”

“I don’t know what good it’s going to do," the boy replied. “The lady next door is just going to blow him up again!”

__________________________

The young woman complained to her friend about her boyfriend's extraordinary sex drive, “I barely have the strength to go to work in the morning." she said. “Now that he's off on holiday. things will only get worse."

“How long is he off?" the friend asked.

“It varies," she replied, “but usually, time for one cigarette."

______________________________

One morning, a Texan walked up to his savings-and-loan branch office and found it closed. After several minutes of pounding on the door, the manager appeared. "We’re closed!" he shouted through the glass.

“But your sign says you’re open nine to ﬁve," the customer replied.

“Those aren’t our hours. Those are the odds we'll he open tomorrow."

_____________________________

As soon as the famous movie director passed through the pearly gates, Saint Peter told him they had a ﬁlm they wanted him to direct. The director tried to beg off, pleading exhaustion, but Saint Peter explained that this was a very special ﬁlm—the script was by Shakespeare.

The director was tempted for a moment but declined. Then Saint Peter said the art direction would be by Da Vinci. The ﬁlni maker warmed considerably to the project but again decided against it,

“The music will be by Beethoven," Saint Peter added.

“Screenplay by Shakespeare! Production design by Da Vinci! Original score by Beethoven!" the director exclaimed. “I'll do it!"

“There's just one thing." Saint Peter said. “God has this girlfriend who sings. . . ."’

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An archaeologist was digging in the Negev Desert in Israel and came upon a casket containing a mummy After examining it, he called the curator Ola prestigious natural-history museum. “I’ve just discovered a three-thousand-year-old mummy of a man who died of heart failure!" the excited scientist exclaimed.

"You can’t know all that from looking at ‘him," the curator replied. “Bring him in. Well see."

A week later, the amazed curator called the archaeologist. "You were right about the mummy’s age and cause of death. How in the world did you know?”

“Easy. There was a piece of paper in his hand that said, “10,000 SHEKELS ON GOLIATH.”

_______________________________

What's the difference between a terrorist and your wife?

You can negotiate with a terrorist.

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A geneticist believed he had discovered a method for putting the theory oi human cloning into practice. He decided to clone himself ﬁrst. Everything went perfectly except that, through some minor miscalculation. his clone was rude, vulgar and foulmouthed. When he was unable to correct the problem, he threw the offensive clone out his laboratory window. The following day, the scientist was arrested for making an obscene clone fall.

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A man walked into a Porsche dealership, opened the door of a Boxster, took a seat behind the wheel and smiled. A salesman approached and asked, “Are you thinking about buying this car?”

“Oh, I’m deﬁnitely going to buy this car,” he said, “but I’m thinking about pussy.”

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Dave arrived in hell and was told he had a decision to make. He could go to capitalist hell or to communist hell. Naturally, Dave wanted to compare the two, so he wandered over to capitalist hell. He asked the ﬁrst man he met, “What’s it like in there?"

“Well, in capitalist hell,” the man replied, “they ﬂay you, boil you in oil, chain you to a rock and slash you with sharp knives.”

“That’s terrible!” gasped Dave. “I’m going to check out communist hell.” There he discovered a huge line of people waiting to get in. He pushed his way through to the head of the line, where he found Karl Marx busily signing in people. Dave asked what communist hell was like.

“In communist hell,” Marx said, “they ﬂay you, boil you in oil, chain you to a rock and slash you with sharp knives.”

“But that’s exactly the same as capitalist hell!" protested Dave.

“True,” sighed Marx, “but sometimes we don’t have oil, and sometimes we don’t have knives.”

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What’s the difference between an onion and an accordion?

No one cries when you cut an accordion in half.

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Billy Bob parked his rig in Florida for a few days before driving back home. He was about to dive into the surf but ﬁgured he’d better check out the alligator situation with the townsfolk. “Nope, no gators here,” a local assured him.

Billy Bob had swum out 50 feet before his brain kicked in again. “Hey, how come there ain’t no gators in here?” he yelled back to the guy onshore.

“Because they’re afraid of the sharks,” came the reply.

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The high school student spent most of his afternoons in the basement mixing chemicals. One day his father went down to ﬁnd his son surrounded by racks of test tubes and pounding something into the wall. “Danny, don’t put nails in the wall,” his father admonished.

“It’s not a nail, Dad,” the young man explained. “It’s a worm. I found a formula that turns things as hard as a rock.”

“Tell you what, son,” the man said with sudden interest. “You give me the special formula and I’ll buy you a car.”

The next day when Danny got home from school, he saw two brand-new cars in the driveway. “Dad, what are these?” he asked.

“Oh, they’re for you, son,” his dad said, smiling. “The Toyota’s from me. The Mercedes is from your mother.”

_____________________________

What’s the difference between a dentist and a sadist?

A sadist has newer magazines.

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The couple had broken up but remained friends as well as neighbors in the same apartment building. Some months after their split, the two met in the elevator. The woman’s ex had his arm in a cast. “Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked sympathetically.

“Well, if it’s not too much trouble, would you help me take a bath?”

She agreed, and back at his apartment, she eased him into the tub and began to wash his back. As she lathered his chest she noticed his growing erection. “Now isn’t that sweet,” she cooed. “It still recognizes me.”

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A lady walked into a tattoo parlor and said, “Can you do a tattoo of a turkey on my right inner thigh and one of a Christmas tree on my left inner thigh?"

“Sure,” the tattoo artist said. “But if you don’t mind me asking, why did you choose those two designs?”

The lady smiled. “My husband,” she explained. “He says there’s never anything to eat between Thanksgiving and Christmas!”

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murphyhatesme · 4 years

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Sorting it out

Summary: The boys sort it out with a little help from their extended family (notes at the end - AO3 Link )

Steve sighs as he puts his phone back in his lap. Leaving Danny is the hardest part of this but the mission has run its course, he’s done. He needs time to shake the memories, to find the fabled peace of mind. A sense of dread tries to claw its way up from the pit of his stomach, he squashes it but it’s too late. A visual has already wormed its way into his mind, Danny, alone in his chair on Steve’s beach. The urge to get off the plane and back to Danny is strong but he manages to suppress it. He wonders what would have happened if he finally told Danny that the casual ‘I love yous’ had taken a deeper meaning for him over the last two years. This afternoon, for one glorious moment, he thought Danny was going to lean in and kiss him, but his partner turned away and left Steve staring at his back. It cemented his belief that he needed to leave the island, get over Danny, find peace and then maybe he could go back to seeing Danny as his best friend and not a love interest. Then he remembers Danny’s face and the look he gave Steve. He rubs at his eyes, fuck is he making a mistake?

“Is this seat taken?”

Steve glances up in shock, because he recognises that voice.

“Catherine ..”

“Hey sailor”

“It was you? You cracked the cypher?”

She nods her head yes.

“Lincoln got a hold of me, said you guys needed some help. So ..”

“He’s a good man”

“He must be, did you really give him the keys to Danno’s car?”

“Well, we can’t have Danny Williams driving his own car”

“Yes we can, you just won’t allow it.”

They both smile before Catherine sits down and takes his hand, squeezing it slightly.

“What are you doing Steve?”

He sighs, letting his head fall against the rest and closes his eyes.

“I just need to be on my own for a while. Find a semblance of peace”

“No, I’m not talking about that and you know it.”

Cath tugs on his arm and he rolls his head towards her, taking a deep breath before he looks at her.

“Why in god's name are you leaving the one thing behind that can give you everything you are looking for huh?”

“I .. Now listen. We don’t .. Jesus Cath, Danny doesn’t love me that way okay?”

She squints her eyes, a broad smile taking over her beautiful face.

“I meant the team, you know, your chosen family? Funny you immediately jumped to Danny.”

“I ..”

But Cath holds up her hand and shakes her head.

“No. shh. Let me talk okay?”

When he doesn’t answer she prods his shoulder.

“Fine! Were you always this bossy?”

“Yes I was, you liked that about me. And I’m pretty sure it’s why you fell for Danny.”

He shakes his head and opens his mouth but she gives him a look and he makes a zipping motion with his hand.

“Look, I know the past few years have been hard, especially the last months. I, more than most people, understand the need to get away. After Billy, I needed to find some peace but most of all quiet. A place where I could admit to myself that we” she gestures between them “became complacent. We were together because it was comfortable, easy if you will. I love you, very much, but we weren’t in love at the end. You and Danny? You fit. He loves you. Probably more than he’s willing to admit. And you love him, have loved him for a while now. I don’t understand why you haven’t said anything yet? You were never shy? And I know what you guys got up to in the barracks after the light went out.”

“Can I talk yet?”

“Don’t be a smart ass.”

“Danny and me, it’s complicated. I always thought once we’re settled, with a pension plan in place we would see what we could become. But it was never the right time, always something going on and then a few months ago he started pushing me to date. And then I realised I missed my window.”

She looks at him intently for a moment.

“So nothing happened to make him push you away? Nothing at all?”

“No?”

“So you didn’t sell the restaurant? Told him you weren’t ready?”

Steve blanches, Danny knows it was just the restaurant. Right?

“Danny knows that was just the restaurant!”

He’s aware of the slight panic in his voice as he echoes his thoughts. Cath places a warm hand on his arm and he focuses on that as he takes a deep breath.

“That was your pension. Your happily ever after. The one you pushed to have, together. And then suddenly you’re out? That must have stung and maybe it told him you weren’t ready to take the next step.”

“But he said if you’re out, I’m out. I mean this wasn’t my decision alone!”

“Of course he said that. He. Loves. You .”

“I know. We’re best friends.”

“Right, I hoped this wouldn’t be necessary but you are .. argh!”

Steve frowns as he watches her raise her arm. Within seconds two air marshals come into the cabin, stopping short at their row.

“Commander McGarrett,” the marshal, Andy Turner, steps to the side as Cath moves to the empty seat across the path “If you’d be so kind as to follow us.”

Steve narrows his eyes at Cath, he gets up but he’s not feeling kind at all.

“What did you do?”

“It’s for your own good.”

“What did you do?”

He repeats and he’s conscious of all the eyes on them.

“Missing a window is not possible if you are the one crafting it. Also if there was a right time? Then this is it.”

“Cath you can’t force this. It’s not your decision to make.”

She grins at him as she pushes past him to take the window seat.

“As I said, it’s for your own good. Oh and Steve?”

He stops but doesn’t look back.

“Don’t blame the kids okay? They just want you to be happy.”

The marshals lead him off the plane straight into a holding cell. It’s bare, one cot, pillow, sheets and toilet and sink in the corner. They leave him there. He inspects every surface of the small room, already knowing he won’t find any surveillance equipment because monitoring the cells is in violation of the privacy law. He sits down and waits.

Not even thirty minutes later the door opens and Danny comes in, leaning heavily on his cane. When Tani lingers in the doorway Steve suddenly and with clarity knows exactly what Cath meant with don’t blame the kids. He rushes forward but Tani is quicker and she closes the door with a deafening sound. He slowly turns to Danny and goes for the offence.

“Look what you did! Now we’re stuck here.”

Danny hmms, sits down on the cot and purses his lips.

“Do you honestly think I didn't know they were up to something? Steve, you’ve been gone for an hour and a half, when Cath called to tell me you were detained at the airport nobody was surprised. Charlie is a better actor than most of our team.”

Steve grins at that, remembering Charlie’s innocent face when a bag of candy appeared on the belt at the supermarket. Danny catches his eye and Steve’s heart seems to skip a beat. The dread turns into hope and somehow that’s worse.

“So why are we here Steve?”

“Because Cath is a busybody.”

Danny’s sigh is filled with disappointment and Steve’s stomach clenches.

“Fine. We’ll wait them out.”

The silence is oppressing and Steve struggles to keep quiet when suddenly Danny’s cane hits the ground, hard.

“No. You know what? You’re finally going to listen to me without deflecting or running away! You’re an asshole.”

Steve opens his mouth but Danny is suddenly in his space holding a finger up.

“Shut it. You are an asshole. You were perfectly fine with walking away and not looking back. I get it. I do. But fuck Steve you left me months ago. You twisted your way into my heart, my home, my life and eventually my retirement. And I let you. That is on me. But just when I, we, landed on the same page you dropped me. The restaurant was too much. You couldn’t do it. It wasn’t you. And again I got it. I let you walk out but you kept coming back and I couldn’t handle it. So I pushed you away, onto the dating scene, hopefully giving me a fighting chance to get over you and still I .. Then you told me you needed time. Away from me, from everything you call home and for the last time I told you fine. I thought this is it, I was going to tell you but you shut me down. I just, I desperately wanted to be the reason you’d stay. But this morning made me realise I’m once again not enough. And that’s fine, this is the story of my life. I .. with all my negative thinking, with every imagined scenario you leaving me behind never crossed my mind. That’s how sure I.. Look, I’m sorry. This isn’t fair but damn it! I’m pissed.”

Steve blinks, the hope burst into a million tiny butterflies.

“Okay, sit down before you keel over.”

He helps a grumbling Danny back to the cot.

“I really just meant the restaurant Danno. I could never truly walk away from you. You’re in my heart. I don’t want to give you a fighting chance. You’ve always been enough for me.”

Danny narrows his eyes at him but Steve ignores it and kneels down between Danny’s legs. He tugs him close and buries his face into Danny’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent. Danny tightens his arms around him, mumbling half hearted threats into his shoulder and Steve feels a tension, he didn’t know he was holding, leaving his body. He sags into the embrace, closing his eyes and just breathes for a moment. Eventually he draws back and looks Danny in the eye, he leans in slightly, giving Danny ample time to pull away. But when Danny raises his brow, Steve grins and plants a soft kiss on the corner of Danny’s mouth. Danny huffs and yanks him into a proper kiss, groaning when Steve deepens the kiss almost immediately. He gets lost in the kiss, loving the feeling of Danny’s fingers carding through his hair. They kiss for a long time, mapping each other’s mouths, necking like teenagers on a first date. He slips his hands down Danny’s back, but pulls away when he feels Danny twinge. Right, bruising, from the kidnapping. Fuck.

“Ah sorry.”

“You didn’t beat me up Steve.”

“No but it was ..”

Danny kisses the words out of his mouth and for a moment he forgets everything around him. Until Danny breaks the kiss, sweeping a thumb over Steve’s sensitive bottom lip.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“But Danny, you are the most important person in my life right now and everybody knows it. I can’t do this without you. I’d rather be miserable on my own knowing you are safe than be responsible for your .. So you see now why it’s better for me to leave?”

He looks at Danny willing him to understand only to be met with an eye roll and a cuff to the back of his head.

“I know you like to think you are superman but you do not control the actions of other people Steven. I’d rather have you here, being able to save me than thousands of miles away and not being able to do a damn thing. Afghanistan and Korea taught me that. So if you are going to stay, then make damn sure that this is what you want because if you leave again then we are done. No take backs, no do overs.”

Steve looks away, he’s going to have to stop fooling himself seeing as how he isn’t fooling anyone else. Cath was right, now is the time.

“I hear Jersey is nice this time of year.”

Danny’s laugh is music for his soul and he leans in to taste it.

******

Smiling, Tani quietly closes the peephole in the door. She checks her watch and shoots off a text to Cath ‘mission accomplished’ seconds later she gets a ‘I love it when a plan comes together’ back.

Fin

I seem to be on a roll, part of it is that people keep giving me inspiring prompts and another part of it is the fandom collectively deciding we needed a slightly altered ending. This tiny fix it story is based on a tumblr post from mcdannohmygod, @mireilleleerves tagged me in it and I really liked the idea. I did give it a twist, though. Hope you enjoyed it!

#mcdanno #mcdanno fic #my writing #lizlybear #I hope you guys enjoy it #posted on AO3

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doof-doofblog · 4 years

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"Hello Phil - What Can I Get You?"

Tuesday 16th June 2020

Good evening everyone! Well, this is it, we've come to the last episode that is going to be aired before the soap leaves our screens temporarily. I have mixed emotions, a sense of sadness as it's going to be a while until we get to see our favourite story-lines comes to an end, but also i'm kinda looking forward to the new documentaries that are going to be shown. I'm also looking forward to seeing classic EastEnders episodes, I'm looking forward to reliving such iconic moments. How are you guys feeling? I'd love to hear your thoughts and feelings about the soap leaving our screens temporarily.

And Wow! What a final episode that was! What a cliffhanger to end on!! I really enjoyed tonight's episode, let talk about Ian and Dotty first shall we? So Ian has also managed to get Dotty suspended from her university. I feel like things aren't going well for Dotty at the moment, Ian seems to be taking everything away from her due to her blackmailing him. He first managed to persuade Peter to leave her on account of Bobby, and now he's managed to get her suspended from uni because of her dealing drugs and assaulting an officer. I'm not too sure what Dotty is going to do next. Ian really put her in her place during that conversation in the restaurant, she has no evidence to prove that he locked Dennis on the boat, and also he's right that no one would believe her over him, after what trouble she's been in recently and Ian acting the doting citizen, no one would believe a word against him. So, really ... Ian can act all smug as he likes! But I do feel that as this is EastEnders and secrets never stay hidden for long, it will only be a matter of time before Sharon finds out the truth, whether she finds out from Dotty or from other source remains a mystery. But I sure am looking forward to finding out what happens next when it comes to Dotty and Ian with their constant battle with each other.

I felt it was nice to see Tina and Iqra in tonight's episode, however something Iqra said has really got me questioning something. Is Tina really sleeping at her gay bar? Since Mick and Linda announced that they were selling the pub, Tina has been the main one who has been worrying about finding a place to live. Shirley has said many times that she has a place sorted, but what about Tina? Is she actually hiding the fact that she could potentially be homeless and is sleeping rough? Is she trying not to be burden for her family? I'm intrigued to see what happens, but something is giving me a feeling that all will be revealed about Tina and her living arrangements when the soap comes back on air. It looks as if there could be a really close friendship that could build between Tina and Iqra? Could their possibly be a romance on the cards? I know it's a big suspicion but I'm convinced something might happen between them in the future. What this space - that's all I'm going to say on the matter! Anyway, it also looks as if maybe Iqra and Keegan could start working for Tina and perhaps be her supplier? However, as much as Iqra was keen on the idea, Keegan not quite so much - or not even seeming interested at all! I really don't understand why Keegan is STILL looking so miserable! He should be focusing on moving forward with his life, he needs to get things back on track with Tiffany and starting again with his sandwich business, moping and moaning is just not doing him any favours. All his friends and family are without a doubt supporting him through his recent ordeal with the police, but everything has been turned in his favour and all charges have been dropped and yet he still can't move on with his life. I'm sure we've all been aware about what's happened in America in recent weeks and with the #BlackLivesMatter movement, something is telling me that when the soap comes back onto our screens, somehow #BLM will be mentioned in Keegan's story. I mean, it would make sense, right?

Can I also just mention that scene between Gray and Suki! I feel like they were both playing each other with their own games. Gray was making digs about their business being above board, also basically saying (in his own words) that he doesn't want Chantelle working there anymore. Of course he lied by saying he had had a raise, it was only to keep Chantelle away from Kheerat. Suki surely rubbed Gray up the wrong way I feel, saying that Kheerat will do anything to keep her at the business. But then when Suki left the room and Gray started taking pictures of some documents, were they like some kind of invoice? Or perhaps some kind of information about the business? I'm interested to see what happens when Chantelle finds out that Gray went behind her back and basically lost her her job.

Awwww, can I just say how much I love the relationship between Ben and Jay! They really are brothers, they've been brought up together and they'll always have each other's back! I absolutely love it! It was only a matter of time really before either Callum or Jay found out first about Ben's hearing. It just so happened that Ben collapsed when Jay came to see him. What could have caused that? Was it due to his flu or a headache or just everything as a whole - including his hearing? However, even though Jay was concerned it was only when Ben shouted at him to look at him while he was speaking that Jay eventually clicked. Ben shouted in such a way that it was a desperate cry for help. Jay knew then, he just knew that his condition has worsened. I feel a sense of relief that Ben finally said something to someone instead of suffering in silence (No pun intended). So the damage that Danny caused to Ben's hearing due to the gunshot was a burst eardrum, luckily that will heal, and hopefully Ben can still have his operation to help regain his hearing, to some degree. It's sad though that Ben wants to hide it from Callum, he is going to find out sooner or later, whether it be from Jay or Ben himself. He will click that something isn't 100% right with his boyfriend. Will he try and get the new character, Frankie on board to try and help his boyfriend communicate better with him? Will she also convince Ben to experience life with the deaf community to see how they carry on with life? I know we have to wait a while to see what will happen next, and I know I've said it a lot in recent posts, but I genuinely am so excited to see where all these story-lines will go.

Oh poor Billy! He had been taking so much stick from Mitch that he was just about to snap ... and he eventually did! After dig, after dig and after a losing match of air hockey, he was ready to stand up to Mitch once and for all. He would be willing to do anything to fight for his woman, even ending being hit in the nose. Once Karen had been made aware of what was happening between the men in her life, Billy gave her an ultimatum, if she really wants to be with Billy, she's going to have to get Mitch to leave their flat. Which to be fair, I full support! Why should Mitch still be living with Karen when they have no romantic feeling towards each other right now? Of course they have children together, but surely Mitch could get his own place with Bailey? And Billy could potentially move in with Karen, they'd still have a family unit but then everything and everyone would be happy, right? I mean, it might be hard on the kids but they'd adjust! The Taylor household is quite big at the moment anyway, how are they all managing to fit in that tiny flat? Karen, Bernie, Chatham, Riley, Mitch, Bailey, and Keegan - even though Keegan should be living with his wife right now, but whatever - and Billy has slowly starting moving his stuff in! I do hope that Karen will stand by Billy and agree that he's right and that Mitch should move out. What do you guys think? Is Billy being a bit harsh? I don't know, I think I support Billy on this one!

Mick had quite a lot of pressure on him during this episode didn't he? He was struggling whether to give the pub to Phil or try and keep his wife happy but not selling to Phil. Either way, he was kinda in the middle of it all, which ever way he chose - one person would end up disappointed. Of course Linda would be sticking by her best friend after the way Phil treated Sharon, kicking her out after she chose her son over him - I, personally, don't back anyone over this - I can understand Phil's point of view and I can understand Sharon's point of view, it's just a shame that a little child has come between them. Phil wanted to buy The Vic in the first place for Sharon, but after her changing her mind about wanting to bring up her son permanently with Phil, Phil couldn't bring himself to look at the child, let alone love him. He couldn't bring himself to love another man's baby, especially when he first believed the child was originally his. Linda did not want to sell the Vic to the man who basically chucked his wife out just because she chose her own baby over him. Mick seemed like he was being pulled from pillar to post, being demanded by Phil to sign the papers by the end of the day to then being demanded by Linda not to sell it to him. The only person he could turn to was Sharon, he needed help, he needed advice. But Sharon could only agree that Linda needed to leave the Vic and fast - otherwise there would always be a fear of her reaching for the bottle again.

I do want mention one thing though, when Phil reminisced about the time he burnt the Vic down, it brought a smile to my face, only because I remember what an epic episode that was! For those of you who don't remember, Phil was high on drugs and he was complaining to his mother, Peggy (God rest her soul!) that she loved the pub more than him, and the only way he would take it from her would be to burn it to the ground - and so he did, with him, his Mum and everyone else inside. It was such an epic moment in EastEnders, again once of the most fascinating and phenomenal moments from Steve McFadden.

Anyway back on the subject - what an incredible ending that was! Phil turned up expecting Mick to sign the papers over to him for the Vic, only Linda was pleading for him not to. Mick then revealed that he had had a new offer from someone else, Phil literally thought he was joking as no one could've given him an offer that quick. Linda too was also confused and was eager to know who Mick had sold the pub to. Mick led them out the front and there standing behind the bar in all her glory, with Ian by her side looking as smug as ever, was Sharon! And she once again said those iconic words "Hello Phil! - What can I get you?!" Fans will remember that years earlier she said exactly the same words to Peggy when it was revealed that Sharon had taken the pub right from under Peggy's nose. She has played Phil at his own game! I do feel for Phil - that now he's lost his wife and the pub he so really wanted. I'm assuming that will mean that the game is up. Sharon has the Vic and Kayden and Phil ends up living at his home alone? I feel sorry for Phil, I did kinda want things to go his way, but in all honesty, who else truly belongs behind that bar? Who has had the longest history with the place? It would only seem right for Sharon to have it back, it was where she grew up and where she has had many many iconic Sharon moments. (Sharongate and the death of her father Dirty Den). I think it was a perfect ending for the soap to finish on.

I do feel a sense of sadness but did anyone else watch until the very end when the credits ended. The words that appeared on screen were "To Be Continued ..." That did make me feel a bit emotional but I'm looking forward to what juicy story-lines and revelations they'll be coming up with for us in the future. While the soap is off screen, I sure will be watching these upcoming documentaries and classic episodes of EastEnders. As for this blog, who knows what i'll post - I might write about the classic episodes they show or I might do my own throwbacks and perhaps write up about my favourite characters. We shall see. But it's goodbye for now and see you very soon! Thank you all! Look after yourselves and hopefully it wont be too long before our beloved soap returns! xXx

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