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sgt-morgan · 3 years

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Lucky Kentucky ch. 2

Chapter 1

Hello there, welcome back to my Rockstar!Bucky x Reader fic. It was heavily inspired by my love of seventies mega rockstars, Almost Famous, Classic Rock, and a little bit of personal whimsy. I hope you enjoy, and read responsibly.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ : cussing, sexy times, drugs, booze, smoking, objectification, fornication, liberation, and a litany of other sordid topics and traumas.

“HEY! NOBODY FUCKING MOVE!” To say that the last thing you needed was a missing rockstar, was a drastic understatement, and a testament to your unending will.

“Where in the good sweet name of Jesus is that dick head?” You fumed stomping towards the rest of the band.

“Your guess is as good as ours sweetheart, we got nothing. No phone calls, no texts, no nothing.” Shrugged Steve Rodgers, guitarist and all around good guy. “If I knew that all the time, I think I’d be a millionaire.”

You sighed and looked around you at the fleet of your busses and equipment trucks, and you could have sworn that you were ready to kill that asshole with your bare hands. “Well hot stuff? He better show up quickly, or so help me God he will be sleeping in a tour bus with the newest, dweebiest, roadies I can find. Do you know how bad new roadie busses smell? He will if he dosent get his ass here by the time the last piece of your stage equipment is packed.”

“I think you should land his ass there anyway, to give him time to think about what he’s done.” Sam shrugs, Clint vehemently nodding his support as he wrangles one of his two delightful children. “I think his punsishmet should fit his crimes personally.”

“Oh yeah! I think that’s a great idea! Or, he could stay with Laura and I on our bus, I’m sure the whining infant won’t keep him up all night, He’s gonna love it!” Clint nods, “We have a rule, no booze, broads, or bud around the kids! He’ll dry out quick!”

“No Clint, no worries at all. He won’t sleep or get laid on the roadie bus,” you laugh, “he’ll be surrounded by filth, and endless questions, and gawking. He won’t get the back room either, I’ll give him a bunk. Frankie will be on his bus, that way he never gets away with anything. No escape artists on my watch!” You wink, plucking his oldest, Cooper off his back and wrestling him into a head lock.

“Oof, devious as always.” Natasha laughs nodding and throwing her arm around you. “I remember when I got on your bad side, wasn’t worth the never ending week of publicity with no coffee. That was the strictest ban I’ve ever dealt with for sure.”

“Someone start calling his ass.” You laugh pulling away from Tasha and waking towards Peter to get a rundown on the status of loading up.

“Oh captain, my captain!” Peter saluted, about nine or ten roadies following in his lead while the rest just stood gawking as if they had never seen a woman before. “We are about twenty minutes from setting sail, I have my men sorted into busses and vans, Frankies bus has one extra bed open as per request, and, as our lady of perpetual mystery might be interested to hear, we have a new crew of over eager security team members stocked to the brim on Frankies bus, even worse than the roadies. Is everything ship shape?”

“At ease Parker,” you giggle, shoving him out of his stiff rehearsed stance, “indeed we are ship shape, now if only our little diva Jr. would show face, we could be on our way.” Just as you were finishing that sentence, a car pulled up, and out stumbled the man of the hour, James Barnes.

James Buchanan Barnes was drunk. Inibriated, intoxicated, off his ass, pissed, blitzed, sloshed, ranked, hammered, wrecked, out for the count, drunk. He stumbles out of the Uber, bottle in hand, but at least he was dressed. He stumbled over to the rest of the group, he had a duffel bag, wether it was packed with anything useful is up in the air, you’d make sure you’d get your hands on it and ensure that it had what he needed. Wanda could take care of filling in the gaps. You have now decided that there is no escape from Frankie for him. You’d have to put someone on the bus. You don’t know who yet, but someone. Maybe Quill? Whoever it was, needed to get along with Sam and Steve. Thor, he would work nicely. You’d see to it that Frankie had him moved. Now there was the Liquor problem. This was a decision every road manager has to dread. As any good rockstar could tell you, you have to be stone sober or completely fucked to perform a good show, you just had to decide what would or wouldn’t ruin the band... or him. So, sober it was. No use dragging it on any longer.

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!”

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Any man alive knew that sound was trouble. No woman used the full Government name if you were in good standings. That was just facts. However, drunk thoughts beget sober truths and the truth is, that was incredibly sexy. When he turned hands raised in surrender whiskey bottle and duffle abandoned he was greeted to the glorious sight of her. Kentucky, dressed in leggings and a ripped up old band tee that he could faintly register belonged to Led Zepplin. Her hair piled up on her head shining in the sunlight her curves begging to be expl-

*whack*

Well, that will sober you up quick.

“Hey dickhead, so glad you could make it!” Sam, not looking too thrilled despite his statement of glad tidings gave him a smile he could only describe as cat catching canary. “I think Lucky needs to see you. Loose the doe eyes, it’s getting creepy.”

“Yeah buddy, I can catch on pretty quick.” He fumbled for what to say, and settled on “Bluegrass, doll, you look stunning this fine morning. Care for a swig of Kentucky’s finest?” He slurred, She sauntered up to him and he could swear he felt the magic, until she snatched the bottle and promptly tipped it out onto the ground. “Hey, woah! Easy there Kentucky, that was a bottle of Kentucky’s finest! that was a bottle of Eagle Rare!”

“No James, your looking at Kentucky’s finest, and you should know that I’m better than all the barrels in Frankfort. Buffalo Trace has nothing on me. Now, since you came in all washed up and wandering right smack dab before the deadline, I’m gonna be merciful, but the next time you pull this shit? Theres a bunk in Frankies bus with the minors that has your name on it. Are we clear? Brooklyn?” She had the empty bottle in her fist, her other arm draped under her breasts and she was jabbing him in the chest. He had never been more frightened and turned on in his entire life.

“Reading you loud and clear KY, I got the message.” He nodded backing away slightly.

“Good!” She smiled turning into an entirely different woman. One with sunshine and laughter in her soul, her perverbial horns retracting. She snatched his sunglasses right off of his aching eyes, and placed them on her face. Low blow, but not entirely unexpected. “Now that the princess is here, load up and let’s roll! First pit stop is in Vegas, so we got a lot of ground to cover!” She stuffed his empty bottle and his duffle back into his hands, and headed for her bus, he just caught the conversation as the Barton family began to load up watching her go by.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Lila?” Clint said helping his little girl put her little pink hello kitty duffle under the bus.

“Is Uncle Bucky in trouble?” She asked innocently looking back at Bucky, who gave her a little wave.

Clint turned to face him, chucking as he met his gaze, “Oh yeah honey, lots and lots of it.”

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You loaded yourself onto the administrative bus, plopping yourself into the little booth right at the front near the head bus driver, Phil Colson.

“Hello Phil!” You smiled, opening your laptop and checking on your hotel reservation. The kind bus driver smiled and started up the bus. Next on we’re your bunk mates, Wanda, Vision, Bruce, and Peter. That left two bunks open for Tony and Pepper for when they joined you on the occasion.

“Well, I can proudly announce that Barnes’ military training has not gone to waste, even sloppy drunk he knows how to pack his essentials!” Wanda’s beautiful soothing voice waltzes its way into your ears as she and Vision loaded themselves onto the bus. “He’s got his tooth brush and everything! It’s a miracle!”

You nodded at that eyes still focused on checking your route’s traffic and totaling how much it would cost you for a late check in if nessicary. “Good, he can be a functioning adult when he wants to be!”

“The widows are settled onto their bus, everyone’s got what they need. Carol said she could do with some more angry Lucky, she missed you apparently” Bruce sighed plopping down next to you silently checking over your figures.

“I’ve got everything packed so that it should only take the lighting crew and I two hours to shore up, which puts my productivity up by 30%” Vision shrugged putting his arm back around his beautiful wife.

“And I can move heavy things and take good photos. Also, I fixed that stage piece you were worried about and it is no longer does the rocky thingy.” Peter grinned giving you finger guns.

“Ugh, I love the sound of efficiency!” You sigh, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you throw your stuff in the bunk closest to the shower. “Thank you all for agreeing to take this on with me, I wanted you because you’re my A-team, and I knew that I couldn’t do this without you... plus I knew it would look fantastic on your resumes.” The crew in your bus gave a here here for that statement.

“So, Barnes. How do you plan to tackle that battle?” Peter said plopping down on top of Wanda and Vision as if they were just two decorative pillows. “He’s gotta strong will and a heady brooding nature, rough shit I tell yah.”

“Not to mention the fact that he’s incredibly handsome,” Wanda said pushing Peter to the floor, “We know you’re a pushover for that type!”

“Well lady and gentlemen, I plan to kick his ass into shape. Good looks and broody behavior be damned!” You huff.

“I may point out, that is not exactly a plan darling.” Vision says sympathetically patting you on the head as he carries his and Wanda’s things to the back of the bus.

“Well Viz, darling I am well aware of that. I have a plan. He’s gonna have to sober up. This behavior isn’t normal for him, his band mates and Tony have made that clear, he’s on the string for some girl that couldn’t have given less of a shit about him, so he’s all fucked in the head. MY job, is going to be reminding him he’s a goddamn rock star, who doesn’t need a bitch like that to make him happy!” You gesticulate as you unpack the supplies you’d need for a shower. “Then, all should be well with the world again, and I can go back to managing tours that don’t make me want to kill myself.”

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“Say Stevie, that uh, that Kentucky sure is one tough dame right?” Bucky say’s as he charges shirts, “gotta lot of spunk?”

“Yeah Buck, she’s a real hot head when she wants to be, but she’s fantastic at this. I’ve not seen a better organized tour in my life!” He hears his best friend laugh from the front.

“Not to mention,” Sam started from his position on the couch, “she’s one hot mama, veeeeeery fine. You can tell she knows it too. I wonder if she likes dark chocolate, I think I should find out.”

Bucky felt anger deep in his gut at Sam’s teasing, but for the life of him he can’t figure out why. He dosent need another relationship, hell, dosent want one. That only leads to broken hearts and empty bottles... broken hearts and empty bottles... a little cliche but he could make it work. He’d write it down later. Right now, his sole purpose was intel. Gathering as much info on Kentucky as he could.

“Gotta make sure she’s not already tied up Sammy boy!” He laughed, “besides, I think she likes Seargents.” He winked.

“Well if it’s information on the lady Kentucky you want, I’ve got you covered.” The big braun-y security guy Thor chuckled, “she’s single as it comes, bad break up with some hot douche bag in some other band. Wasn’t pretty that breakup, I tell yah. Frankie and I had to beat the guys face in to get him off her door step, she started road managing in order to get away from him, being constantly on the move made her a moving target, it worked better that way.”

“Sheesh, any ideas on that band name? I’d hate to bump into them sometime.” Bucky shook his head, “she sounds like a tough lady.”

“Oh she is,” Thor chuckled, “got some rough and tumble to her, she’s good at what she does. Hydra? I think that’s the name at least.”

“Sheesh,” Steve muttered, “She messes around with hard hitters huh? Hydra is huge on the pop punk charts, they’re not topping out on the hot 100 or anything, but they pull a decent crowd for sure.”

“Yeah, this isn’t the first time I’ve heard stories about them being absolute dicks either,” said Sam, “poor thing. I hate that for her.”

“She’s a good lady, really, she’s always so kind, goes out of her way to learn names and remember important dates, never afraid to pitch in where she’s needed. You guys are lucky to have her for this tour.” Thor nods, putting his things away and laying down in his bunk.

“Yeah, very lucky.” Bucky nods, daydreaming about a woman he just met. This was gonna be a long tour.

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Their first stop was in Nevada. Los Vegas, baby. The first show of the tour was at the colosseum at Ceaser’s palace. This meant discounted hotel rooms, larger merch sales, and quite a bit of press was involved, but you were ready to take on the challenge. You arrived in Los Vegas around 6am, all of the bands stumbling off their respective busses and making their way towards the resteraunts in the hotel. You and Bruce headed off to snag hotel keys, and settle the bands into place. Wanda, Vis, and Peter, headed with the rest of the crew and the equipment trucks to the Venue for set up.

“Alright Bruce, you get the Widows settled in their rooms, I’ll take care of the boys. Tell the girls their press is at 10 and their rehearsal will be at noon, they are to be at the venue no later than 9:15. They will arrive and go straight to Wanda, who has outfit options, and makeup. They have a lunch break at 2:00, and they need to be at the venue by 5:00 for their sound check at 5:30, curtain is at 7:30.” You rattled off handing Bruce back stage passes and a few printed copies of tonight’s schedule. “I’ll meet you outside in twenty to send the busses to the venue.” Bruce gave you a tiny salute and you wandered off to find the Commandos. You found them sitting in a resteraunt, a waiter bringing them their drinks. You noticed Bucky had a screwdriver, now that just wouldn’t do. You snatched the glass from him right as the waiter was about to put it in his hand, slamming it back in one go.

“Woohoo! Good morning Kentucky!” Clint laughed clapping with Steve and Sam, who were pointing at a dumb struck Bucky.

“Damn, sugar! I didn’t know you had it in you this early!” Sam laughed.

“We,” you said gesturing between Bucky and yourself, “will take water and a coffee.” You said to the waiter with a wink. “Good morning boys! We’re in for a good one today! Starting off at the colosseum is a great first gig! Now I hate to be a downer, but unfortunately, I gotta lay down the law. This tour will have a no show day drinking policy. Zero tolerance, breaking this rule leads to a prohibition to the breakers caffeine supply, and lands you in a bunk in Frankies bus with the newbies. The only exceptions are exactly one pre show shot and or beer for last minute jitters, or a celebratory toast. Any other hard day drinking will lead to repricutions. Rule number two, I run a right ship, I do not appreciate tardiness. I went easy on you the first day, but here on in, if you are late by more than ten minutes, I will assume you’re dead and send the cops to come find you. Very loud, very messy, and definitely will make the news. So, do I make myself clear?” You looked around and met their gazes everyone seemed to be okay with these rules, except Bucky.

“What the hell lucky? Am I some kinda child or something? No drinking? No tardiness? Am I a high schooler? Jesus, you gotta pair on you if you think that I, a grown ass man would ev-“ your food came about five words into his little tirade, and as soon as the waiter left your food, you shoved a roll in Bucky’s mouth.

“Stuff it Brooklyn, we wouldn’t fuckin NEED these rules if you could get your ass together for five minutes to see what you’re doing! Your drunkenness has made you sloppy, you’re late on your due dates, your waisting Tony’s time and money on your pouty bullshit, and your friends are worried about you. So yes, we’re gonna have rules, they will have consequences, and I’ll beat your ass myself if you show the inability to get it together!” You rant jabbing your finger into his chest to get your point across. “Now, eat your waffles, here’s your schedules, and if you are not showered and decently dressed at the colosseum by 10 am sharp, so help me God I’ll call the cops.” With that you gathered your coffe and your purse and stalked away. Handing Steve they’re schedules, passes, and hotel keys as you went. It was gonna be a long night, you could feel it.

“Did anyone else find that extremely sexy?” Sam asked, and by god Bucky couldn’t help it, he nodded in agreement.

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Steve and Bucky followed eachother up to their floor of the hotel, crew, secrity, and bands took up the entire fifth floor. Later tonight, when everyone actually got to unload after the show, It would be a real party, people leaving their doors open, coolers of beer, goods and services being exchanged, instruments and duffle bags and food being passed from room to room, it was Bucky’s personal favorite part of the evening.

Right now, it was sad and empty. So, he showered, and he went to sleep. At approximately 10:15 am, Bucky was rudely awakened by a pounding on his door. He looked at the time and he jumped to his feet so fast he almost broke his neck tripping on his sheets. Kentucky was gonna kill him. He just hoped to God whoever was outside his door didn’t drag him out of the hotel in handcuffs.

“Ok Bucky, time to shine!” He muttered to himself and threw open the door. Outside was quite possibly the largest man he’s ever seen, and he was no pipsqueak himself, he towered over bucky by at least a foot, and his biceps were roughly the size of his head. “Hello there, seeing as you’re not in a police uniform, you must be Frankie.” The big man grunted his assent. “Ok then, may we g-“

“Listen here pretty boy, I don’t care if your famous, you hurt Kentucky? I hurt you. Understood?” His voice felt like a blast of attic wind. It made Bucky shiver. Where was this coming from? How would he hurt Kentucky, it’s not like she would ever date him, he couldn’t even get a woman to Mary him, let alone bag an absolute catch like Lucky.

“Yes sir, won’t happen again.” Bucky saluted like he was still in the service then realized what he was doing and always my scratched his head. “Can we?” He pointed at the door, hoping against all odds to escape this absolute shit show of a conversation.

“By the way kid? You’re lucky she didn’t send the cops.”

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At the colosseum, Y/N was pracitcaply putting a hole in the rug of their dressing rooms, while the various other band mates who bothered to show up on time, sat there bored out of their minds.

“I’m gonna kill him,” you muttered, biting at your bottom lip.

“No your not mama,” Natasha laughed from the couch, “You think he’s sexy, you don’t burn fine art.”

“Dammit, you’re right.” You sighed throwing your hands in the air and plopping dow on top of her and Peggy who were sitting next to eachother looking at dress designs Wanda sent them for SNL next month.

“I like the black one Nat, the red detailing is classy and fun.” You mutter, Peggy nods in agreement.

“I like Wanda’s idea of us all having black dresses with different colors, we could do it 1950’s style and put our hair up? I think it would look really cool. Fits the vibe of our song choice.” Peggy says casually flipping through the designs.

“Carol and I respectfully request to wear suits if that’s ok?” MJ pipes up, “I think two and two will look cool.” She shrugs, I’ll do the regular hair and makeup though.”

“Can I get a broad brim mobster hat?” Carol asks popping up from her place on the floor beside MJ’s chair.

“Yes, I like this idea. SNL will like it too I bet.” Wanda nodded. “If they let Megan and Billie do what they want, I’m guessing your performance will be just as accepted. That and it can be in black and white. Rami Malik is also the perfect host for that. I’ll pitch it to their team.”

“How about you boys, any ideas? You’re the week after.” Wanda said looking towards the Comandos who had already made it.

“I like the Jailhouse rock Idea! I think we sh-” Just then, Frankie walked in holding James by the collar.

“Put him down Frankie,” you sigh “he’s an ass, but we need him.” After Frankie let him go, he brushed himself off and grinned at you sheepishly. “You better have a damn good explanation for this.” You grind out.

“Over slept?”

“Im gonna kill him”

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All in all, the show went off without a hitch, the bands both sailed through their songs beautifully, and earned themselves an encore. However, on the last encore of the night, Bucky made things a little more interesting.

“This last one, goes out for a little special someone!” When he said that, you could swear he winked at you.

“Hey hey mama said the way you move” when he held out that move? You could feel your soul shake. He was going it slow, taking the opening slow to really get the crowd worked up. It was like he was expressly trying to lock eyes with you, seat his irises into your soul. “Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.” Then when the first two lines were done and they kicked into tempo, you remembered where you were, what you were doing, and you let the song echo behind you, as you went to help Wanda pack up the dressing room.

What was that look? What game was he playing at? He couldn’t want to mess around with you, you were a nobody. He was James Barnes, lead singer of one of the biggest bands of the decade, he had no interest in you. You were a road manager, a stick in the mud, a hard headed know it all. He dosent know a thing about you and dosent want you. You were just getting caught up in the music right?

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eph-em-era · 4 years

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the power of steam

late one for @brokenwoodfanpage‘s fic week - prompt was ‘station’.

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coda for s06e01 - no spoilers.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Kristen hisses, under her breath, and fiddles with her jacket. “I look ridiculous.” She stands on the train platform, long prop rifle propped against one leg.

“You look awesome.” Sam replies. He won’t describe himself exactly as into this steampunk lark, but he does like the way it makes him feel. It’s almost badass. Almost. “Don’t you feel like you’re harking back to your theatrical roots?”

She shoots him a dirty look and hoists her rifle up. “I took one theatre class in uni. One.”

“And I’m sure you were top of the class, like you always are.”

“I mean- I was but- that’s not the point.” Kristen shoots him another dirty look. “You know, I was thinking about it for ages, and I’ve finally figured it out.”

“What?”

“You look almost exactly like Ernest Rutherford - if he had a monocle and looked a bit like a pirate.”

Wow, he’s almost chuffed at the comparison. Almost. He tips his hat to her, and drawls, “All science is either physics or stamp-collecting, milady.”

“Ugh, get out.” Kristen replies, but she’s laughing anyway, and that’s all that matters. “Is that a real Rutherford quote?”

“Yeah.”

Kristen shifts her weight a little, just for a second, looking almost rueful. "This is very odd for me, Sam."

"I'm usually the one who wears all the costumes, you mean?"

"Yes, but-" She replies, but there's a note of hesitance in her voice. "I know I was... just mocking you, but I almost... like this costume? Thomasin Flint's really confident. I like how powerful she feels, how secure. Is that weird?"

He shrugs, and looks over at her. Yeah, she does look confident. Happy. There's none of the Kahu-driven annoyance he's seen in her eyes for the last few weeks. "Only if you make it weird? I get it, if that helps. Wilfr-"

But Cleo is striding towards them, looking irritated, all decked out in her steampunk gear, and he shushes herself.

“Are you two quite ready?” Cleo asks. She wears the steampunk gear far more comfortably than either of them ever will.

They both murmur general noises of affirmation.

“Good.” Cleo replies. “We’re about to call action. Do you remember what to do?”

“Of course… Steampunk Jones.” Sam replies, a smidge cheekily, because the whimsy of it all is very fun, even if everything else is a little bit weird.

“Good.” Cleo says. “Make sure to hit your marks, Wilfred Lucke, Thomasin Flint.”

She walks off, dress swishing wildly behind her.

Kristen snorts. “Wilfred Lucke? Could you sound more like a character made up by a bad author?”

Well, that’s just insulting. Breen opens his mouth, ready to reply, but in the far distance, Poppy yells, “Camera!”

There’s a general kerfuffle in the distance, and someone replies, “Rolling.”

“Sound?”

More kerfuffle. Breen briefly wonders if the crew knows what they’re doing, and then remembers he doesn’t really want to know.

“Speed.”

“And… action!” Poppy calls.

Within moments, Steampunk Jones is barreling towards them, her pistol drawn. “I’m here to end your crimes, Lucke and Flint! You will feel the wrath of Steampunk Jones!”

Kristen hoists her rifle up and yells, in a vague approximation of an English accent. “Not so fast, Steampunk Jones!” and she’s grinning broadly as she does, obviously genuinely having fun, looking more relaxed than she has in days.

Yeah, Breen still doesn't quite get steampunk, but if something like this makes Kristen feel happy, then surely it can't be all that bad.

#brokenwood mysteries #the brokenwood mysteries #brokenwood fic week 2020 #fic #mine

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askdawnandvern · 5 years

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Vernon: Favorite by means o' what...like scary?

Dawn: Are those mutually exclusive?

Vernon: Well I mean, The Thing is probably my favorite movie, but it also used to terrify me as a pup.

Yuri: It still terrifies you now.

Vernon: W-Well! I mean-er...It ain't like it's got me hidin' in the closet over it or nothin'.

Yuri: Anymore...

Vernon: Shut yer muzzle! It's a scary concept alright!

Yuri: *Chuckles*

Vernon: But it's also what makes it so good too, y'know?

Dawn: i know what you mean. I feel the same way about 'IT'. Clowns terrify me to this day because of that film, but that's what also makes it so compelling.

Ada: Dat makes to of us, at least when it comes ta fearin' clowns. But my favorite movie is Snarlem's Lot. It's got vampiya's, it's got da whole bodysnatchas element to it! Talk about a good spooky flick.

Yuri: I like The Shearing. The one with the ram who goes crazy and tries to kill his whole family because the hotel they are staying in is evil.

Ada: Youse shure it ain't IT? Considerin' youse are scared o' clowns just as bad as me?

Vernon: Woooah! What!? *Laughs*

Yuri: I-I ain't scared o' clowns! You lie!

Ada: Puh-leaase! Like I don't hears you start whinin' da moment ol' Pennywolf starts dat big speech? “I'M EVERY NITEMARE YOUSE EVA HAD!” *Laughs* You tink I can't hear it, but I does every time.

Yuri: *Growls*

Wade: HA! This is priceless! We finally got you!

Trenton: Where was ol' scardy Yuri when we watched this as pups?

Xavier: Wait...wait...if I recall correctly, he was usually not 'feeling well' whenever it came on wasn't he?

Yuri: Shut up!

Vernon: By Oldwyn's great grey muzzle! Yer right! I mean granted we only watched it like....three times total growin' up, but Yuri was always gone fer it!

Yuri: Alright! Alright! So now y'all know, can we drop it?

Vernon: Hey, I ain't gonna press the issue. But, if y'all ever start pokin' and proddin' me about the thing, I'll be sure to remind y'all.

Yuri: *Growls* *Crosses Arms*

Xavier: Well, changing the subject, has anyone ever seen 'Dead of Night?”

Trenton: Is that a zombie flick?

Xavier: No, it's an old black and white film. It's a series of scary stories sort of bound together by an overarching plot thread about a man who has a reoccurring nightmare that seems to play out exactly as his day is playing out. It's old, but it's enjoyable. And I do believe it was the genesis for the 'creepy ventriloquist dummy archetype.'

Malcolm: Ugh, that puppet is creepy as heck...

Trenton: You've seen it too?

Malcolm: Heck, who dy'all think showed him that movie? My Mama was real big on showin' us the classics growin' up, and a lot of 'em stuck with me. My favorite was 'The Uninvited'.

Trenton: Another old film I ain't never heard of?

Malcolm: It's in black and white if that's what y'all are askin'.

Trenton: Pass...

Malcolm: Suit yerself, it's a great film about a gal who's drawn back to a house she grew up in only to be terrorized by the ghost of what she thinks is her childhood caretaker, but is actually....well...I'll spare y'all the spoilers.

Audrey: Oh that reminds me, A-

Dorian: Arsenic and Old Lambs?

Audrey: YES!

Dorian: Another black and white classic, and Auddey's personal favorite. Granted it's more funny than scary.

Audrey: It's still a Sam Hain movie, and it is still scary at parts! I mean, the subject matter alone...

Dorian: I ain't sayin' I don't like it. It just make me laugh more than it fills me with unease...unlike the 'Lamb in white...' *Shudders* Now that was a dark film.

Audrey: It did have a happy ending though.

Dorian: Still, the subject matter was much darker. And it had me keepin' a close eye on my relatives fearin' on of 'em was gonna kill me er' somethin'.

Audrey: Dori, you were a full adult wolf when that movie came out. Fer goodness sake, I was practically due with our first litter Iffin' I recall correctly.

Dorian: Hey, y'all can be a healthy, able-bodied adult and still get taken by surprise...

Ulric: I don't have a 'favorite' Sam Hain' movie.

Honey: Because he out and out refuses to celebrate.

Ulric: Just leaving yourself open to be possessed by a ghost or demon. I mean, you're practically inviting them in celebrating a holiday like that!

Honey: *Scoffs* Pet Semitary. It made me never, ever want to own a lizard or bird for the rest of my life. But it's an awesome flick, totally up there with the classic Dawn of the Dead.

Trenton: Now there's a classic. Stupid fellas get eatin' by zombies in gloriously gory fashion, the film series!

Qali: *Groans* Those movies always make me feel gross...I'd rather watch 'It's the great pumpkin Charlie Growl...”

Giselle: Oi! That's me favorite Sam Hain special too!

Qali: *Giggles* That's awesome!

Trenton: I ain't sayin' I don't have a soft spot fer the tame Sam Hain specials either...

Qali: Aww...it's okay Trenny. I still love you even if you like the scary violent movies. Just don't expect me not to hide under my blanket.

Trenton: Fair...

Wade: No one picked fourteen-o-eight? I mean i know we got a lot o' Steven King favorites between the bulk of us, but I mean c'mon...It's a damn masterpiece. Who woulda thought y'all could make one single hotel room so damn terrifyin'?

Vernon: It is quite a feat to write and film a story that takes place mostly in a single room.

Cameron and Clover: Hocus Pocus!

Cameron: Kinda funny. We don't have a lot of favorite movies that overlap, but apparently when it comes to Sam Hain, that's the big one for us.

Clover: I even dressed as Winifur one year while taking Dawn trick or treating, and I'd like to think I did a pretty good job.

Cameron: I'd say you are more of a Sarah...well, at least in the looks department.

Clover: Oh Cameron! Hush! *Giggles*

Nick: may as well throw my hat into the ring with 'The Nightmare Before Yule”.

Judy: Really?

Nick: Yes really? Surprised?

Judy: I just...always took you for a hack and slash mammal, like me.

Nick: While I can tolerate your taste in horror, I do enjoy a little whimsy in my seasonal flicks. And it also makes for a great transition film to the Yule holiday.

Judy: Tolerate eh? Ain't got the stomach for a good old fashioned Night'mare on elk street movie?

Nick: Oh I can tolerate it, it's just not my favorite seasonal movie.

Judy: I never expected you to be such a softy Slick.

Nick: Well, I never expected a mammal like you to be cheering on Freddy Cougar slashing up some poor buck like you were cheering for a winning team. *Chuckles*

Judy: Freddy Cougar is always on the winning team.

Val: Now that's what I'm talking about, Cougar, Dawn of the Dead. I love me a splatter fest!

Kodi: Micheal Mewyers too! Oh and Jason! And we can't forget about Jigstag!

Val: Heh, that's my guy.

#Zootopia #askdawnandvern #ask blog #Assistant Mayor Bellwether #dawn bellwether #judy hopps #Nick Wilde #fan character #zoosona #wastedtimeee

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it's depressing to be a dean stan in the supernatural fandom right now. this fandom pays him dirt. it's even worse to be a laurel stan. i'm both rn and i feel like there's nothing positive to look forward to. do you have any fluffy or cute headcanons about daddy!dean and mom!laurel from your fic with little mary beatrice?

i’m sorry you’re feeling down, anon. it is a pretty rough time for dean stans right now. and, well, it’s aways been rough for laurel stans. but yes, i always have headcanons for mary bea and her adoring fans parents!

- so, as mentioned in the fic, dean was a stay at home dad for the first three years of mary’s life. they spent all day every day together. if you ask her who her best friend is, she’ll say, always, “daddy!” that’s why they were both so lost when he eventually had to work and she had to go to preschool. they had never been away from each other for that long. for a lot of things, he is the first one she runs to. he is her default setting and she is his. mary definitely skews towards the “daddy’s girl” side of things. however, with that said…

- laurel was mary’s hero before she was anyone else’s. not because she’s the black canary but because she is her mom. mary worships her mother. anything laurel does, mary wants to do too. if laurel is out in the backyard gardening, mary wants to help. if laurel is outside doing yoga in the sunshine on sunday mornings, mary drags out another yoga mat and tries to do the downward dog. mary would follow her mom anywhere. black canary may belong to star city, but everything laurel lance does is for mary.

- dean and laurel are 99.9% sure that mary was conceived in the hallway between the living room and the bedroom of her old apartment. it’s not something either of them obsess over because why would they but at the same time he does find it amusing that out of all of the times they had sex, the one time they made a baby was “the time we fucked in the hall ‘cause we couldn’t make it to the bedroom. course that’d be the time.” and by amusing, i mean he has had literal full body laughing fits about it. laurel just does not get what’s so funny about it???? he does, however, complain about the song that was playing (bittersweet symphony, one of laurel’s favourites) because “ugh that song’s fuckin’ obnoxious.” and then laurel takes offense to that because “honestly how dare you speak ill of one of the greatest hits of our generation.’’

also, okay, this got long so i’m putting the rest under a cut.

- because mary is deaf in one ear, she has some issues with vertigo and balance so she occasionally suffers from headaches, dizziness, and nausea. it’s not a huge deal, she’s in physical therapy to help her with it, and it might lessen as she gets older. but aside from it making her a bit clumsy and more susceptible to motion sickness, her balance issues have made her a REALLY terrible dancer. she has zero problems with this because she loves to dance so she’s going to dance regardless of how bad she is at it. dean never misses a chance to say, ’'maybe it’s not her balance, maybe she just inherited her mom’s dancing skills” because surprise! laurel is an awful, awful dancer.

- no, seriously, laurel is a really bad dancer. she’s okay with slow dancing but anything more than that and she is flailing. which is strange because she’s usually quite light and graceful on her feet. back when she and dean were planning a real wedding, tommy tried to teach them how to do the mambo and it did not go well. as dean likes to say, while laurel turns red in embarrassment, “it was like that dirty dancing montage except she never got better.” (for the record, no, dean is not an amazing dancer. laurel is just that bad.)

- mary is a naturally shy kid. that’s just her personality. she’s okay once she warms up to you, but she’s shy. people always comment that they don’t know where she would have gotten that from but, like…her parents? she clearly got it from her parents. laurel wasn’t necessarily shy when she was a child but she was definitely a wary and somewhat hesitant kid. her parents said she was an “old soul.” dean, on the other hand, was totally a shy little kid. before the fire, before he was forced out of his shell and could no longer afford to be shy, he preferred to spend his days at home with his mom and no one else. she was his best friend. and now he’s his daughter’s best friend.

- laurel introduced mary to the spice girls as soon as she could. in retaliation (because there’s only so many times he can listen to mary screeching at him to, “spice up your life, daddy!!!!”) dean got her into led zeppelin. mary’s favourite song is sea of love because that’s her and her mom’s song, and one time she listened to out of the woods by taylor swift on repeat for two hours until her dad finally managed to bribe her into turning it off, but her first request in the car will always be “d'yer maker” by led zeppelin. dean is super proud of that. she has never once pronounced it correctly. also, she tells people to listen to the spice girls when she thinks they’re sad.

- social media is, for the most part, not a part of their lives. laurel has an inactive facebook account that she hasn’t updated since 2012. charlie made dean make an instagram account but he’s never used it. but they both have snapchat accounts. not because they’re at all interested in it but because mary thinks it’s hilarious. the dancing hot dog makes her giggle hysterically. not that it’s hard to make her giggle hysterically, she just really loves that hot dog.

- if you were to ask dean and laurel about the moment parenthood became real to them, dean would talk about that one time when they were driving to kansas and mary inevitably got car sick and he had no choice but to dive into the back and catch it in his hands because they had forgotten to bring a bucket with them. laurel would most likely say, voice dry and sarcastic, “i dunno, man, felt pretty real when she was crowning.” but both of these things are lies. the realest moment, for both of them, was the day they were told that their daughter had pendred syndrome. that she was most likely going to lose some, if not all, of her hearing and that she was facing other potential health issues. the day they learned that their baby girl was going to life a different life, possibly a harder life, that all their plans had been blown out the window, was the day the reality of parenthood really sunk in for them.

- most people assume that dean is the fun parent and laurel is the stricter parent but nah, it’s the other way around. that’s not to say that dean isn’t fun, of course, because if the floor is lava or she wants to jump in puddles wearing the nice dress her grandmother sent her for christmas then he is all for that. but laurel is the one who told her about the puddles in the first place and waved a plastic magic wand and said the floor was lava. she’s the cookie sneaker, the best fort builder in the world, and the spontaneous picnic planner. laurel is the one who says, “hey, let’s go on a weekend trip to coast city and take mary to the beach.” dean is the one who gapes at her in response and says, “it’s eleven o'clock on a friday night and you’re telling me this now?” and she’s just like, “yeah, we’ll just throw a few bags in the car and leave tomorrow morning!” and then his brain explodes because that’s not how it works?????

dean is the one who’s got all the lists and charts in his head because he wants mary to have the safe, normal childhood he didn’t have and he is trying his hardest to make it perfect. he’s trying to recreate the pieces of the mother he remembers in every pie he bakes for his daughter, every trip to the park, every night he reads her where the wild things are. laurel is the one who wants to make the magic and the whimsy that her grandmother gave her, put the galaxy on her daughter’s bedroom ceiling the way bea did for her, and create the warmth and the fun that her mother never managed to get the hang of.

given that mary is a joyful, happy, always giggling, remarkably well adjusted little girl, they must be doing something right.

#dean x laurel #otp: the beauty of wild things #dean winchester #laurel lance #mary beatrice winchester #fic: how the light gets in #asks #anon #my fic #spn x arrow

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nancypullen · 5 years

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The mister is out of town this week and I decided that I would immerse myself in something artsy. I have somehow wandered away from the things that feed my soul - daydreaming, creating, and whimsy - and am determined to find my way back. I had an idea of what I wanted to make, and found some items online that were a bit similar, but knew that I’d be winging it most of the time. It’s the winging it part that usually gets me in trouble. Have you seen that plastic shrink film that you can print on? That’s what started my journey.

It’s used a lot in jewelry making and for cute magnets and stuff like that. I wanted to make people. I absolutely love old photos of somber children. This girl brings me great joy.

When I came across this girl, I thought of my sister.

She’s not somber, she’s up to something. Anywho, I thought it would be really fun to print some girls, then print some stuff that tells their story and put it all together. The beauty of that shrink film is that you can print in black and white and then use colored pencils or markers to jazz up your picture. Once you cut them out and pop them in the oven those colors deepen and look fabulous. It only takes about 3 minutes in a 350 oven to turn a flimsy picture into a plastic doll. Granted, they shrink wayyyyyy down so you have to plan accordingly. As usual, I wanted to use supplies that I have on hand rather than buying stuff for a project that I may or may not want to do again. The first time that I try something I’m much happier if I screw it up and waste leftover scraps and not pricey new purchases. That system has pros and cons - this time around the biggest con was that the wire I used wasn’t quite the right stuff. I could have used some different colors of glitter, and probably better bases - still, this was just a scouting mission and now that I know how much fun it is I want to make MORE. Since I’d never worked with shrink film before I learned what does and doesn’t work. I learned that colors darken and edges sharpen (make sure you cut precisely when trimming up your images), I learned that the pieces can be drilled if you forget to punch a hole before baking. Oh, I learned a million ways to get better results next time. So have mercy while I share what I’ve made so far - I’m learning and will get better. Here are the girls I made with every mistake glaringly obvious.

The social butterfly...her label baked way too dark. Her dress was the first I colored and it leaves a lot to be desired. My cutting was a little sloppy, and that wire is awful. But the idea is there! She went into the oven as big as my hand, and came out as a little plastic doll that could rest on three fingers. Magic! You can see that the colors darkened, her stockings especially. Every shadow deepened. Had I known that I probably would have used white and baby blue all over her. The white beads I put at her neck turned out well, so I would have done more of that. She was definitely a test.

I used a hole punch on the butterflies before baking, but it made the holes a bit too large for the wire I had. I made do. Also when trying to tighten the wire I snapped a butterfly. Ugh!

I also learned on later pieces that those rough edges can be smoothed with a nail file. Easy! I stared at her a while trying to figure out a way to brighten her up, especially her label. In the end I decided not to waste any additional shrink film making a new label. We’ll just pretend it looks that way because it’s vintage.

I put her on a window sill to dry and started on another.

This girl was fun. Again, lots of mistakes. I should have drawn smaller flames and just put them around her feet. I also should have smoothed those flames with a file before sticking them on the wire. Shoulda’, shoulda’, shoulda’! Should have used a more varied color scheme, should have remembered to put holes in the images BEFORE baking.

Her dress turned out better, so did her tag. The wire is still an issue, and the holes that I had to drill need to be colored. Not good.

That’s the one that suits my sister. I wish I’d done a better job - I’d send it to her.

Then there’s the one that was ALL me. I do love a ruffle. This is before I baked her. I kept it simple and just used pink all over everything. I knew I’d be adding glitter. I also remembered to punch holes.

After baking she was a little dark (turns out that ink jet film doesn’t work as well in a laser printer - go figure). The dots on her label got sloppy. I stuck a flower in her hand and a few behind her. I should have cut away most of her chair before baking but I wasn’t sure just how small she’d shrink. If only I’d had bits of fluff, maybe some marabou boa to snip, instead of that moss for her spool. She’d like that. Again, I learned what not to do.

She’s actually quite sparkly - her glitter didn’t show up as well on camera. I thought about putting a necklace on her, but decided to stick with the simple elegance of ten thousand ruffles.

Now they’re all sitting in a cupboard with bunnies and books. I’ll stare at them and probably tweak them and make a list of what I could have done better. Then they’ll have to be trashed. They’re not gifting quality, they’re practice quality. They’ve sparked many, many ideas so they’ve served their purpose. Now I want to do fairies! I want to take those stoic girls and add glittering wings and tutus. Maybe I’ll do the fairies of menopause - Itchy, Sleepy, Sweaty, Bloated, Forgetful, and Testy. Each one could carry something. Sweaty could have fans, Itchy could have lotion, Sleepy could have a pillow, and so on. It’s a start. I also have plans for a very special photo that I found. This one speaks to me. I think her tag will just be “Stay wild, moon child”.

And wouldn’t these girls make perfect garden fairies?

This one has to be Buttercup.

Can you even?? Wouldn’t this bundled up doll be a perfect snow fairy?

I think I’d rather put them on flat bases rather than these spools that I used. (Ignore my glue-covered thumb).

I just rubbed those with a little stain to make them look old.

But I think something like this deck post cap would work better. I’m just not willing to pay $3 each - I want a dozen for $3.

If I use spools again I think I’d wrap the middle - maybe with twine or strips of cloth, and I’d hole punch the labels and tie them on. And that, my friends, is the fun of creating. Trying, failing, learning, trying again - all the while imagination is zinging and ideas are piling up. What fun! This post may have put you to sleep, it’s mostly just me thinking out loud and problem solving. Sorry about that. I’m out of shrink film, so you won’t be subjected to another batch of these right away. I’m going to think and plan and then give it another go.

Besides, the sun is shining, the sky is a beautiful blue, and I need to go outside and soak it all up. Who knows, maybe I’ll see a garden fairy and I can ask for some tips on wings and tutus. Go play, it’s good for your soul.

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