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lesbianlotties · 3 years

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follow you to the beginning (just to relive the start) - Sam/Deena - Fake Dating AU

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Fear Street Trilogy (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Samantha "Sam" Fraser/Deena Johnson, Samantha "Sam" Fraser & Deena Johnson, Samantha "Sam" Fraser/Peter (Fear Street Part 1: 1994), Samantha "Sam" Fraser & Simon Kalivoda, Samantha "Sam" Fraser & Kate Schmidt (Fear Street), Deena Johnson & Kate Schmidt, Deena Johnson & Simon Kalivoda, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Deena Johnson, Samantha "Sam" Fraser (Fear Street), Kate Schmidt (Fear Street), Simon Kalivoda, Josh Johnson (Fear Street), Peter (Fear Street Part 1: 1994), Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon Lesbian Relationship, Canon Lesbian Character, Slow Burn, Childhood Friends, Childhood Memories, Best Friends, High School, Angst, Humor, Fluff, First Love, Eventual Happy Ending, Friends to Enemies, Enemies to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Jealousy, Mutual Pining Summary: Sam and Deena are next-door neighbors, and they inevitably and enthusiastically become best friends... until childhood gives way to tragedy, grudges, and regret.

By the time they make it to high school, Sam and Deena are still next-door neighbors but also sworn enemies... until high school introduces bigger threats that they will need to face together.

Faking a relationship might be a bad idea. But it might be the only way for Sam and Deena to understand their shared past and their feelings for each other.

Chapter 2:

If they had known from the start the rollercoaster that their lives would be because of each other, there is a chance Sam and Deena would have done things differently. But that is the thing about roller coasters, before you get in, it seems like a good idea. And going up and up toward the sky feels like the easiest, most effortless thing in the world. But then there’s the fall…

Sam and Deena’s friendship evolved similarly. Since that perfect summer day, life only got better and better for them. Every game was a life-changing adventure, every afternoon was endless, every evening they promised to do it all over again the next day. Without noticing, they were slowly but surely growing up. They were becoming girls with likes and dislikes and things that made them unique. In all their pictures Sam smiled widely even with her missing front tooth, and Deena always seemed to have some kind of stain on her overalls, but they were always happy, always with their arms around each other.

The promised land of the backyard behind their houses was growing and changing too. A set of swings appeared one day on the Frasers’ side, even if it was just an apology from Sam’s dad, or maybe he would have to apologize for it, Sam was starting to lose track of the things that angered her mother. But the two girls would the best of times on it. Then came a small treehouse on top of the big tree that Deena spent her childhood climbing. The two girls would spend hours up there, and sometimes Mrs. Johnson would join them, until she started claiming it was too much to get up there at all.

For Sam, the Johnson family was heaven. Mr. Johnson called her kiddo and ruffled her hair, Mrs. Johnson helped her clean up before returning to her house, and gave them sandwiches if Sam helped Deena up to look into the kitchen window from the garden. Since little Josh started talking he appeared to be enchanted by Sam, and a little terrified. Everyone thought it was adorable, except for Deena, who made her best friend promise that she’d never choose Josh instead of her.

As content as Sam and Deena were in the glory of their backyard, they also had to attend school like all other kids at some point. The two girls were still inseparable, but it was a matter of time before two other kids joined them. One day, Sam guided a little blonde boy by the hand to introduce him to Deena. Simon had on his face three of the cute bandaids Sam carried with her at all times, and his smile was so bright and harmless and he made Sam laugh so much that Deena was happy to have him stick with them at school. Then there was Kate, who held her head so high it made her look taller than all the other kids somehow. And the day Deena tried to pick up a fight with her, she ended up being scolded by Kate and asking her to hang out with them. Their small group of friends was completed. They all were happier than ever. And then… the fall.

Things started to change. Shadyside kids always had to face things much younger than children in more privileged towns. So, Deena asked Kate to search for the meaning of chemotherapy in the dictionary, so she could understand why her mother stopped going to work and why her dad couldn’t buy her a new bike. Next door, Sam decided it was worth it to stop doing some things she liked, and playing the games she wanted, and even laughing as loud as she felt like, as long as her mother would be less angry, and her parents yelled a little less. And Kate and Simon couldn’t always hang out with them, they had to help in their own houses in any way they could until they were old enough to get part-time jobs, which wouldn’t be too long anymore.

Real roller coasters, after a big fall, they go up again and again. But, for a while, all Sam and Deena and their respective families knew was falling down and down until they crashed and burned to the ground.

Deena’s mother couldn’t leave her bed anymore. Instead of helping, her father was drinking. Josh wouldn’t eat anything Deena tried to cook. Her best friend was locked in the house next to hers, grounded for something stupid like getting a stain on a dress. It was all too much. That was the first time that Deena threw a rock at the Frasers’ window and broke it.

Sam appreciated the way Deena hated her mother on her behalf, admired the way Deena stood up to her, and couldn’t help but hate the way that Deena’s courage only made things worse for her.

Sam’s mother had a lot of reasons to be angry. Her daughter spent too much time with the girl next door who was clearly a bad influence, and she idolized the woman next door in a way that would hurt her soon enough, and the then man next door was inviting her husband to go out and get so drunk she had to clean up his vomit from their carpet the next day. Her husband, friendly and charming as ever, was cheating on her but he always played the good cop and Sam adored him more than she’d ever liked her. Her greatest dream had been to leave Shadyside but right before her escape she’d ended up pregnant, and when she made one last desperate grasp for freedom with a threat of divorce, her husband, the “good guy”, told her to keep the house and the daughter, because he had a “friend” in Sunnyvale who could help him.

Sam, however, didn’t know any of that. She only knew an unreasonably angry mother that slapped her when she felt like it and locked her in her bedroom when her best friend needed her the most.

Deena, similarly, didn’t know Sam was risking her own wellbeing every time she sneaked out the window to console her whenever her mother had to go to the hospital, or whenever Sam took the blame for the broken windows that were Deena’s only outlet for her anger.

Among the things they didn’t know yet, were the reasons why they were starting to feel so tense and nervous around each other, and why their friends made it all even worse. Because one day Simon confessed he had a crush on Sam, and Deena didn’t know why that made her punch him. And one day Sam saw Kate kiss Deena’s cheek, and she didn't know why that made her start crying. They were all supposed to be friends, just friends forever, but not in the same way Sam and Deena were friends.

It was the last summer before high school started and instead of perfect days, the tension between both households was higher than ever. The Frasers built a fence between their backyards, and the shock of that unfathomable barrier suddenly separating them and putting an end to their precious childhood, made Sam and Deena cry in shock. They decided to do something in protest, and they sneaked out of their houses, took their bikes, and got a little lost in the familiar Shadyside streets.

Deena’s mother died while she was out there having the time of her life with Sam. Maybe Sam was the only one to hold Deena for hours and cry along with her behind the big tree at the end of the fence that separated their homes. But Deena’s brain couldn’t separate the feeling of having Sam’s company and having her heart ripped to shreds by her mother’s death.

The day after the funeral, the windows of the Frasers’ living room were all broken. Mrs. Fraser, surprisingly, didn’t have the guts to demand that the grieving family pay for it, but she prohibited Sam from ever hanging out with Deena again, and to kill two birds with one stone, she announced the divorce. So Sam was losing her father, getting stuck with her evil mother, and losing her best friend… all because of her best friend.

In the end, they couldn’t hold back anymore. Deena returned home one day and this time Sam was waiting for her in her front yard.

“It’s the last time I take the blame for you, Deena,” Sam said.

“It wasn’t me,” Deena replied, and rolled her eyes.

Sam tightened her hands into fists and pushed past the sour taste in her mouth to say, “You’re selfish. You’re destructive. And you don’t bring anything good to my life.”

“Nice,” Deena answered quietly. Her jaw clenched and she frowned. In the back of her mind, she knew those weren’t Sam’s words, but they had come from her nonetheless. “You’re not the first one to tell me that so don’t feel special.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam blurted out, she couldn’t avoid it. “But if you attack my house again I’ll…uh, I’ll tell the police.”

Deena laughed and Sam couldn’t help noticing it was a mean laugh that never before had the brunette sent her way. “That’s cute, Sam. But I have bigger problems than your fragile home.”

Deena tried to walk away, but Sam chased after her. “Deena!” Sam yelled her name and tightly grabbed her arm to turn her around to face her. “You’re ruining my life!”

“Well, good! Because you’ve ruined mine!”

They were yelling at each other faces, but not even in the quietest of whispers they could have explained what they meant. Sam couldn’t say she blamed Deena for her parents’ divorce. Deena couldn’t say she blamed Sam for her mother’s death. They couldn’t even put into words why it was even more than that. All they knew is that Sam’s hand was still gripping Deena’s arm and though they both felt the pull to bring each other closer, they ended up doing the entire opposite.

They pushed each other, again and again. Sam was the first one to fall, but she brought Deena down with her. It was the first time they fought, but they were in the front yard, not in the safety of the rose bushes and trees of the backyard where they grew up. Their neighbors were watching, their families pulled them apart, and it was the official ending of their friendship. They couldn’t erase that fight, and they didn’t manage to move on from it.

The moment Sam and Deena met, there were no witnesses. Occasionally, Deena’s mother looked out the window and saw her daughter smile brightly, the way she would rarely do for years after her death. Or Sam’s mother would go out to drag her daughter back in after seeing her fall on the mud with the other little girl again. As the years passed, Josh would see the way his sister treated him better whenever Sam was around. Their fathers, when they were home, learned to play with both girls, accepting they were inseparable. Kate and Simon would almost but not quite end up annoyed by the perfect friendship between Sam and Deena. They were witness to their friendship, of course, but not entirely. Because nobody was there for the most important moments.

Nobody ever got to see Sam brush Deena’s hair after her mother started slipping away, or Deena always carrying an extra sweater because Sam was always cold or uncomfortable in her own clothes. There was nobody eavesdropping when they promised to be friends forever, promised not to leave, promised nothing would pull them apart. It was just them, when they laughed until they cried, when they hid in the treehouse from Sam’s mother, and shoplifted candy bars from the local store, and put the prettiest flowers on each other’s hair.

But then, when everything changed, there were just too many eyes on them.

The rumors reached the Shadyside high school before Sam and Deena first set foot there. Gossip spread like fire in that little tragic town of theirs. People said Sam’s father had cheated on his ex-wife with Deena’s mother before she died. People said the Frasers put the fence because Deena was robbing them. People said Sam’s father left town to avoid paying back a debt to Deena’s father. But the one thing everyone in high school was saying was that Sam and Deena had hated each other their entire lives, all their neighbors had seen them fight every day in their front yard, the two girls couldn’t stand the sight of each other.

Sam and Deena started high school and then they just didn’t do anything to stop the rumors. It was easier to let people believe whatever they wanted than to explain it all. Why would they attempt to explain to strangers that they never hated each other, that they used to be best friends in a way that felt as vital as breathing, and that even now the absence of the other one was more significant than the majority of things in their lives? That they couldn’t actually hate each other if they tried, and that they were too young to make sense of the way that thinking of the other one brought pain and joy in equal measures, that each other’s names were a synonym of the best and worst days of their lives and that it was just too much for them.

It was easier, then, to go along with it, and even feed the rumors. Deena pushed Sam on the hallways, and Sam made Deena stumble on her way to her seat in the classrooms. Deena flipped Sam off from a distance, and Sam called her a bitch when she passed by. During soccer, Deena kicked the ball toward Sam’s face, and during lunch, Sam dropped her food on Deena’s lap.

It was petty, it was annoying, but it was one way to still have each other in their lives. Maybe they could have stayed enemies for their entire lives until they inherited their parents’ houses, vices, and grudges. But that’s when a much bigger threat finally took them by surprise and put their lives completely upside down. It was time for their own personal rollercoaster to start moving again, faster and more violently than before.

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aflyingcontradiction · 3 years

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The Magnus Archives Relisten: Episode 117 - Testament

But Tim isn’t going to sit home and wait, and Elias seems pretty insistent I go along. Part of me thinks it’s just so he can see if whatever this “preparation” he’s been trying to do on me works. - Jon

I guess, yeah, that's part of it and the other part is that he wants to make absolutely sure Jon gets touched by as many powers as he possibly can and sending him right into the lion's den is a good way of doing that, I suppose.

I don’t quite get those two. I suppose what they’ve done, seeing what they’ve seen… it’s a hell of a bond. The sort of thing I’ve mostly done alone.

Ouch. That is a painful realisation right there! (The usual disclaimer of "I'm obviously not talking about the scale of cosmic horror here because duh or for that matter even the scale of massive trauma" but I actually think that realisation is on some level relatable because of the realisation I had multiple times in my life of "I don't really know what a close bond feels like because I've never actually been anywhere close to the best friend of the people I've considered my best friends." Fortunately my luck has shifted somewhat in the "close emotional bonds" department, or at least I hope I'm not kidding myself about that, but the realisation that some people have these fire-forged, ride-or-die relationships and you're just kinda doing your own thing, dipping a finger shallowly into human connection every once in a while and then watching it flow away, is a bit of a twinge.)

And… aside from some, uh, uh, office gossip which I, I’m not sure is necessary or, uh, conducive to a workplace that… hey, it, it, it’s natural it’s, it’s normal.

I love how Jon just goes from deep emotional turmoil to being a bit upset that people are gossipping about whatever may be going on in his love life. Talk about emotional roller coasters!

Oh, yeah, I found something on the other body the circus stole, this “George Icarus.” (...) Jurgen Leitner. I just can’t be rid of him.

Ah, okay, this is where we learn who George Icarus was. Also, the pseudonym is very fitting, I mean, Leitner did, in fact, fly too close to the goddamn sun and subsequently crash and burn when he decided to create a library of fear books, didn't he?

He always said, if you don’t like something, you accept it and you adapt, or you fight and you change it. Whining doesn’t help. I always tried to live like that. But I think sometimes you feel like you’re adapting, but it’s just denial. - Basira

This is definitely something I've experienced myself but it's also definitely something I've seen in some people who like to go on like Basira's dad about stiff-upper-lip-don't-whine-adapt-and-overcome to other people and shame others for expressing their emotional pain. When the cracks finally do start showing up (usually under the influence of alcohol), it's not so much a crack as a full-on explosion.

But at least Daisy’s coming. I mean, I know she’s… difficult. Everything they say about her, it’s true, it’s fair. But, she’s solid. She’s a… a fixed point, and if she’s there, I know exactly where I stand, exactly what I’m doing, relative to her.

It's tragic but also on some level a little bit heartwarming that Basira never actually stops doing things relative to Daisy, even when it takes everything out of her, even when Daisy starts destroying herself.

Still stuck, still miserable, still angry. New traumas, but they hurt just like the old ones. Elias thinks he’s got this ingenious way to hurt people, but it’s just the same old and a creepy new package. Arsehole. God, I just want to rip his – When did I start to lose the parts of me that weren’t just anger? - Melanie

I always have a soft spot for the angry ones, the ones who have to forcibly stop themselves from punching people in the teeth, who have to put every last shred of willpower into keeping a lid on the boiling, hissing, steaming pot that is their inner life. The ones whose willpower sometimes fails them and then they do end up hurting people or themselves because of their anger. And not to go all REPRESENTATION here, but I'm actually glad to see that in TMA that character archetype is basically all women, because the people exploding in violent anger or having to try so fucking hard to keep it in and occasionally failing are usually guys.

They did manifest, but they weren’t what I thought they’d be. They were fused, somehow, all mixed together, a huge angry mass of dead flesh and guns.

I'm kind of glad this isn't a fully-fledged statement because I feel like that sentence, that image, is really all I need and anything further would actually weaken rather than strengthen the horror.

Good luck, Jon. I do hope you win. But I also hope it hurts.

Damn, this episode is so good at summarising characters in a line or two, isn't it?

I, I’m scared, I guess. – no, wait. No, no, I mean, ah, I don’t want that to be my last message, the thing that defines me. “Martin Blackwood, he was always scared, then he died. The end.” I don’t want that. - Martin

I'm a very anxious person and this is INSANELY relatable, this fear that all that's going to be left of you is the things you didn't do because you were terrified. ... Martin, stop making me tear up by being too damn relatable!

I need them to be safe, I need him to be okay.

Aw, Martin!

I mean, it’s not like I’m going to be safe, like my plan’s not dangerous, but it’s, it’s mine. This last couple of years, I’ve always been running, always hiding, caught in someone else’s trap, but, but now it’s my trap, and, well, I think it’ll work. I know, I know it’s not exactly intricate, but it felt good leaving my own little web.

a) This thought process makes perfect sense. Sometimes you just need to express your goddamn agency, even if it's dangerous and even if it's bound to hurt and b) I know the podcast immediately lampshades the "web" thing, but WEB!MARTIN THOUGH! I MEAN! THINK ABOUT IT! That would've been such an amazing plot point and they had it all set up. I mean, he's got a lot of good Lonely-related shit going on later, too, but ... why not both? I do enjoy it when the powers squabble over a character!

I used to blame my brother for going off his own and poking around where he wasn’t wanted. I used to blame myself for not helping him. But now… now it doesn’t matter. I’ve read through enough of these things to know that this doesn’t matter. The only thing you need to have your life destroyed by this stuff is just bad luck. Talk to the wrong person, take the wrong train, open the wrong door, and that’s it! - Tim

I think Tim's view of this is actually very close to the way that TMA handles this. The Entities don't eat you because you deserve it. They just happen to happen to someone. And that makes the horror work so much better than if that wasn't the case. (It also feels closer to how LIFE actually works a lot of the time.) So I find it somewhat odd to see when people do read desert into it, I feel like that weakens the storytelling.

Honestly, I hope that Jon learned something from her because, because I don’t expect I’m going to be coming back from this. I don’t know if I want to. And if he needs to pull the trigger, to use me to stop it… well, he’d better have the guts to do it.

Well. Fuck!

Gerard’s page… Gerry. I-I know there’s more he could tell me – he he, wouldn’t of, of course, I, I know that but he, he… he would still be there, th-that, that knowledge, i-it would, it would still exist…(...) …y-you owe me one, Gerry. Rest in … Just rest. - Jon

Damn, seeing Jon struggle against the instinct to keep knowledge available to himself, seeing how much it literally hurts him and seeing him WIN is sure something. Also ... "Rest in ... just rest." ... make me cry, why don't you?

My impression of this episode

This is not so much horror as it is concentrated emotion and I adore it. I nearly teared up a few times on my relisten (I think I wasn't in quite the right headspace during my first time). The gut punch quotes come thick in this one. This may actually be my favourite plot development episode (as opposed to favourite statements that don't relate directly to the overall plot). The writing is just. so. good.

#tma relisten #the magnus archives

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trashmenofmarvel · 4 years

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Branded - Chapter 21

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky gives you a gift.

(This is a fan AU of Falling’s Just Another Way to Fly by @araniaart . Please check out this incredible series for all of your demon Bucky needs.)

Chapter Warnings: None, it’s all fluff

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You had a plan.

Not a plan to break the demon bond. Or a plan to figure out how many demons were left in the world chasing after you. But it was still an important plan. One that would take skill, cunning, and unending bravery to pull off.

You were going to seduce Bucky.

Yes, technically the two of you had been having sex for the last two months, but that was out of an obligation to stay alive. You were tired of the bond being something you let happen to you, and wanted to turn it into something that worked for you.

You were 95% sure it would work. After waking up that morning, pulled against Bucky’s chest, you were fairly convinced your feelings weren’t entirely one-sided. You knew he was awake and that it wasn’t Bucky grabbing the closest warm object in his sleep.

His guise was active. He’d told you before there were two instances he couldn’t hold the disguising magic: when he was unconscious, and when he needed to feed to the point of starvation.

So you knew, with no horns out of the corner of your vision and no tail wrapped around your leg, Bucky was fully awake and aware… and was still holding onto you. That didn’t last long, when you stirred and he realized you were awake, but it was a hopeful sign.

It also left your brain mush and your knees weak with need. He kissed you on the forehead, got out of bed, and that was that.

Or so he believed. No more dancing around each other; you were going to fuck Bucky Barnes if it was the last thing you did.

Famous last words. Your sister, her husband, and their infant were visiting because it was Christmas Eve. If anyone was going to see through your false relationship, it was her.

You were certain the secret had been discovered when she pulled you into the kitchen, leaving her baby to be doted on by your mother (who kept sneaking knowing glances at you and Bucky, which did not help), and gripped you by the shoulders.

Her face was so stern you could almost hear the lecture in your head. Is Mom pressuring you to get married and have kids again? You deserve better than to have some pretend-boyfriend! Please tell me you didn’t pay him money for this?

Instead, she pulled you into a fierce hug, squeezed you tightly, and said, “I’m so happy for you!”

You were pretty sure your brain shut down. Does not compute.

“Uh. Thank. Thank you?”

She pulled back and tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling affectionately.

“When Mom told me the news, I was so excited. I mean, I don’t care if you’re in a relationship or not, just as long as you’re happy I’m happy—You are happy, right? Is he treating you well? Do you have open, healthy communication? Does he need the shovel talk? I can give him the shovel talk, please let me give him the shovel talk.”

By the end, you were laughing. It couldn’t be helped. At least you knew this really was your sister and not some imposter.

“I’m happy. Jacob is great.” Open communication? Well… you were getting there. “I don’t think he needs a shovel talk, but I’m not going to stop you because I know you’ve always wanted to give one.”

She gleamed like a kid on… well, Christmas morning.

Something curled in your chest, aching and bittersweet. You pulled her into another hug, gripping her tightly as a lump formed in your throat. If she only knew the truth. You wanted to tell her the truth. Confide in her about Bucky, about the wizards, even about Davin. There was so much that had changed over the last two months, you’d been terrified that you wouldn’t be the same person you were before.

“Hey,” she patted your back softly, “you okay? Like… really okay?”

You nodded quickly, not wanting her to question why you weren’t speaking yet. You weren’t sure you could.

Fuck, get it together.

You pulled back from her, forced your expression into one of simple happiness, and hoped she wouldn’t see anything deeper.

You were somewhat disappointed when she bought it, but… it wasn’t her fault you had become so good at lying.

The rest of the day was uneventful but fun. You really were happy, for the most part. You weren’t taking for granted the rare opportunity to glue yourself to Bucky’s side and preened when he seemed just as receptive. A very large part of you hoped it was genuine. Each time he put his arm around your shoulder, each kiss on the top of your head, you wanted it to mean something.

Bucky even did it when no one was watching. That had to count for something, didn’t it?

The time for wondering was over. After your sister and her husband went back to their hotel room, Bucky asked if you wanted to go for a walk. There was still snow on the ground but the sky was clear, a large moon illuminating the white and turning it faint blue.

A walk. Walks were romantic. You could do this. Operation: Seduce Bucky Barnes was a-go.

Your hand was warm in his as he gently pulled you across the snowfield behind the house. You’d thought maybe he would take you on a stroll around the neighborhood, but this was just as good, even if your footing wasn’t as steady and you had to grip his arm for balance.

Hmm, maybe this was better.

After a few minutes of walking in silence through a copse of pine trees, Bucky stopped and let go of your hand.

“Should be safe here.”

You blinked as he stripped off his scarf and his jacket.

Oh. Were you… going to do it right here? Well, it would be cold and wet and dirty, but you’d be down for—

Bucky pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a body that would put Greek statues to shame. You stared, probably drooled a little, and stood as still as a deer as he approached. Bucky stood so close you could feel his body heat like a furnace, but all he did was wrap your head in his scarf and slipped your arms into his jacket.

“You’re going to need it,” he answered to your confused blinking.

“Uh…”

Whatever you were going to say died out as dark, webbed wings arched from his back, curling and stretching over his head. At the same moment, a mirage-like shimmer wavered above his head, and his horns formed into existence along with his tapered ears. His tail tickled the side of your knee, greeting you like an affectionate cat.

You didn’t think Bucky would appreciate the comparison.

“Hang onto this for me, will ya?”

Bucky handed you his balled up shirt. You took it out of reflex, but still didn’t understand what he was—

He retreated a few feet, an impish smile on his lips. And then he turned, spread his wings, and gave one enormous flap.

You nearly stumbled back, raising your hand to shield your face as dusts of snow kicked upwards, but then the air cleared and you got a perfect view of Bucky soaring into the night sky. Each rise and fall of his wings was accompanied by a low whoosh, like rumbling leather, and it sounded exactly like you’d imagine webbed wings to sound.

But to see it in action was…

You strode forward, head tilted back as you watched him circle the field above you. He was flying low, maybe twenty-five feet in the air, just enough to ruffle your hair and dislodge wisps of snow.

It was the most beautiful thing you’d seen in your entire life, and you couldn’t help but laugh. It was like… seeing a real unicorn. Or a dragon. Something magical you’d wanted to see your entire life but never dared to dream could be real.

And here he was. Beautiful and real and… and he cared for you. He did, didn’t he? He wouldn’t have showed you this otherwise.

Before you could get caught in a loop of “he loves me, he loves me not,” Bucky banked at the end of the field and flew back to you, barely flapping his wings as he glided at a gentle angle to land in front of you, lightly disturbing the snow.

You were grinning like an idiot, but this was a grin-like-an-idiot situation and could be forgiven.

“That was… amazing.”

Bucky’s smile was more reined in than yours, but his eyes sparkled with that same mischievous light as before.

“You think so, huh?”

He didn’t give you time to answer before he stepped forward, bent down, and scooped you up in his arms. You yelped and clung to his chest on instinct, the breath rushing out of you at the feel of all that hot, bare skin. You didn’t normally get to see him so exposed, let alone touch him like this.

When had been the last time you’d done so? That first night when the demon bond had caught you both by surprise? Bucky had been so uninhibited that night. Raw and uncontrolled. He’d even kissed you, something he hadn’t done since.

If only there was some way to—

Your scheming thoughts were scattered as he raised his wings behind his back, his head tilted as he looked down at you.

“Ready?” The smirk was back.

“Uh, ready for what?”

He rolled his eyes as if the answer was obvious, and it kind of was. Your brain was slow to catch up, distracted by all the Bucky you had access to under your hands.

“Oh, oh no, no, I don’t think this is a good idea,” you said, panic rising. “I mean, aren’t I too heavy for you to carry? What if I make you crash? What if—”

Bucky scoffed, and that was all the warning you got before his wings rushed downward and you were both launched into the air.

It was like going up the steep incline of a roller-coaster, and your stomach dropped like angry ballast. You clung to Bucky’s neck for dear life and buried your face in his shoulder. He wouldn’t drop you on purpose, but what if he lost his grip? What if he couldn’t get high enough and flew into a tree?

The possibilities were endless and you clung to him even tighter. The sound of his chuckle was felt more than heard over the freezing rush of wind, and you understood why he’d wrapped your hair in a scarf.

And then the wind died down apart from the downdraft caused by his wings.

“You can open your eyes now.”

You slowly raised your head and immediately lost your breath. The ground glowed in the moonlight far below you, but the truly stunning view was the city spread out in the distance, twinkling lights a reflection of the constellations above.

“I’m flying with the wind so it shouldn’t bother you too much.” Bucky sounded almost nervous; as if unsure you could somehow not be impressed with the gorgeous sight before you.

But you were impressed. And the city was pretty cool, too.

“It’s perfect.” You leaned your forehead against his jaw, arms still looped around his neck for comfort rather than out of fear. “Thank you, Bucky.”

“Merry Christmas,” he said, turning his face to press his lips to your forehead. Normally such a gesture would have left you flustered and speechless, but you were too busy being horrified.

“Oh, no!”

“What?” His tone was sharp, alert, as if he expected the next demon to somehow attack them in midair.

You groaned and thumped your head against his shoulder.

“I didn’t get you a Christmas present.”

Bucky barked so hard with laughter he wobbled in the air for a moment, and you clung to him even tighter, your stomach clenching as you tried not to look down.

“That’s what’s got you so worried? Really?”

“It’s Christmas Eve and I haven’t gotten your present yet. This is a serious matter!”

Bucky snorted. He eased his wings into a shallow angle and slowly banked back toward the field.

“Don’t worry. I think I’ll live.”

You frowned, turning your face back into his neck to shield it from the biting wind that had returned. This was no good. Sure, you’d been distracted by wizards and heigores and learning your demon not-boyfriend had a million-dollar penthouse in Brooklyn, but that was no excuse for forgetting something so important.

In comparison to taking you on a nighttime flight and aerial view of the city, seducing Bucky seemed pathetic in comparison.

Well, you decided as he gently touched down in the snow-filled field, you’d just have to make sure it was the best sex Bucky’d had in a century.

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damianwaynerocks · 4 years

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Ghosts in Gotham

Danny Phantom / DC Comics

Dedicated To: @lexosaurus

Summary: The Batfamily has been through their fair share of the supernatural. That’s why they originally weren’t worried whenever ghosts started showing up in Gotham City. Until one day, something happens; Batman is captured and taken into the Ghost Zone. With no way to go in there themselves, with no way to fight the ghosts inside, the bats decide to call the person who can; Danny Phantom. Together, Danny takes Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown and Damian Wayne into the Ghost Zone before the Batman is lost forever.

Word Count: 2744

A/N: Yes, I did put a Ben 10 villain in here. Sue me.

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Chapter 4

"Fenton, do you have any twos?"

"Go fish."

Damian grumbled something in Arabic as he picked up a card from the pile.

"I feel like that was a bad word."

"You would be correct."

Danny turned to Stephanie. "Steph, you got any fours?" he asked. Stephanie huffed as she handed him a four of hearts, and Danny grinned victoriously as he took two fours and laid them on the ground.

Seeing as they had a two-hour trip to get to the prison, the four had set the Speeder on autopilot and decided to play a card game. Usually, the Infi-map would have their trip being two seconds, but something was wrong with it, so it was much slower than usual.

"Yo Timbers, you have any kings?" Danny asked the oldest boy. Tim smirked and shook his head.

"Go fish, Ghost Child," he replied. Tim had found it hilarious that Skulker referred to Danny as 'Ghost Child,' and had taken up calling him that as well. He turned to Damian. "You got any twos, Demon Spawn?"

If looks could kill, Tim would be six feet under. Damian threw the card at his older brother, whose eyes gleamed as he laid the twos down by his side. "Danny, you have any... sixes?"

"Yes, sir, I do," Danny chirped as he handed over the card. Tim turned back to Damian.

"You have any threes?"

"No, Drake, I do not," Damian said with a proud smile, "Suck on that." Danny and Stephanie clapped.

"You're learning slang!" they said simultaneously. Damian rolled his eyes, before looking at Stephanie.

"Brown, hand me your sevens," he ordered and smiled proudly as she gave him the cards. "Uno!" he shouted.

"Wrong game, dude," Danny said, "But good effort!"

"So, Danny," Stephanie said, "Why do you call Future-You 'Dark Danny' when you could call him something that isn't cringey like 'Dan?'

"'Dan?'" Danny echoed, "That sounds so... normal. Like can you imagine newscast being like, 'the world is ending, and soon we will all be slaves to Dan.'"

"It sounds much better than Dark Danny," Damian piped up as he took a card from Tim. "That sounds like a roller coaster ride at Six Flags."

"The gremlin's right," Tim agreed. Danny glared at them.

"I'm feeling so attacked right now, guys, and I'll have you know that my girlfriend came up with that name."

"You," Damian said derisively, "Have a girlfriend?" Tim rolled his eyes.

"Damian, yes, you knew that. Samantha Manson, you've literally met her parents at a gala one time," he paused, "Did you not pay attention at all when we were reading Danny's file?"

"I only cared about his abilities as Phantom," Damian replied as Danny exclaimed, "I have a file!?" simultaneously.

"Uh, duh," Stephanie answered, "You think we'd tell you the greatest secret ever if we didn't run a background check first?"

"So you guys know I died, then?" Danny asked nervously, scared of what they'd think. Yeah, sure they knew he was half ghost, but would they think it was weird that he was technically dead? That he wasn't technically fully human?

"Yeah," Stephanie answered as though it was obvious. Danny blinked.

"And... you don't care?"

"You believe you are the only one who has died before?" Damian rolled his eyes, "You are not as special as you think, Fenton. Get over yourself.”

Danny's jaw dropped. "Wait, you've died before?"

"Damian and I both have!" Stephanie said before Damian could reply. "We call ourselves the Dead Robins Club. Jason's in it too. Dick wants to be in it, but we won't let him because he only faked his death, he didn't actually die."

Danny's eyes lit up. "Can I join!?"

"You are not a Robin," Damian pointed out, "So no, you cannot." At Danny's frown, he sighed, and added, "But if you are going to be a child about it, perhaps we could speak to Todd and see if you could be an honorary member."

"Hey, we have like, thirty minutes left till we get there," Tim spoke up, "So let's go over the plan again."

Danny cleared his throat. "Right. So I'll be the distraction. I'll fly in there and cause a ruckus, and distract Walker so you three can get in and find Wulf."

"And because we're humans, we can just walk through things," Tim added, "And I get the collar off of Wulf, and we rescue you."

"There are so many holes in this place," Damian pointed out, "What if Wulf does not trust us? What if Drake cannot get the collar off?"

"Well, that'd suck," Danny replied, "But I trust him, don't worry. The only part that should be difficult is getting me out. Totally do-able, just difficult. But I've done it twice, so we should be fine."

"Yeah, we got this!" Stephanie cracked her knuckles with a grin. "We've succeeded on missions that had way lower odds than this," she paused, "Hey Danny, this Walker guy wants to keep order in the Ghost Zone, right? What are the chances he'd help us?"

"Like two percent," Danny answered, running a hand through his hair, "And even if he does believe us, he'd lock us up here and go after Dark Dan- I'm sorry, Dan," he rolled his eyes at his friends' pointed looks, "by himself, and he doesn't know how he works. This is our best bet."

"Don't worry, we've got this!" Tim promised, "I've broken Jason out of jail before, I'm basically an expert at this."

Thirty minutes later, they had arrived. The four jumped out of the Speeder, Danny pushing a button inside that turned it intangible before he got out. He turned to his friends. "So," he said, "You guys ready?" At their nod, they began.

Danny flew into the air, over the barbed fence. "Hey Walker!" he yelled, "Look at me! I'm a distraction!" He shot a barrage of ecto-blasts into the sky, lighting up the prison in lazarus-green flashes in a similar fashion to fireworks on the Fourth of July.

He grinned as he saw ghosts in police-like uniforms swarming out of the entrance and heading towards him. He rushed towards them, his eyes lighting up as he shot a beam of ecto-energy at the guards, blasting them aside.

A few guards lifted their blasters to their shoulders and fired. Danny did a backflip in the air, contorting his body around the shots before sending back some of his own. This continued for a while, Danny darted in and out of their ranks. He was smiling widely as he lifted both of his hands above his head, a large ball of ecto-energy crackling in them. "You ready for this!?" he shouted as he prepared to throw the massive fireball. "Yippee ki yay, moth-" he was cut off as a net was shot at him, enveloping Danny and sending him crashing to the ground. He groaned as he looked up, and wasn't the least bit surprised to see who had caught him.

A large ghost in a snow-white trench coat with a face of the same color was sneering at him. "Well well well, if it isn't Danny Phantom," Walker smirked, "Causing a ruckus outside my prison? That's against the rules."

"This way," Tim said quietly as he led Damian and Stephanie into the compound. Well, Tim wasn't truly the one leading. Cujo was in front of them, nose to the ground, intent on sniffing out Wulf.

Damian and Stephanie had their backs to one another, the former using the latter to guide him as he was facing the rear, watching for anything trying to sneak up on them. "The Ghost Zone reminds me of the Lazarus Pit," he muttered to himself, "And Phantom's hair is white from it, just like Todd's streak. I wonder..." he stopped talking as Stephanie came to a sudden halt.

They pressed themselves against the wall as six guards marched past, hauling a chained Danny behind them. He was glaring defiantly at Walker, seemingly mocking his stern words, showing no fear.

"I think we're good," Tim whispered as they passed, "Now let's-" he was cut off as he leaned harder against the wall and fell right through it, dragging Stephanie and Damian with him.

"Crap," Stephanie huffed, rubbing her head. "Did you forget that we're like the ghosts here? We can phase through everything here." She frowned as Cujo jumped into her lap, licking her face. He seemed to have phased through with them. "And I guess Cujo can too."

"Red Robin, if only your memory was as strong as your grip," Damian snapped, using Tim's hero name, "Then perhaps we would have found Wulf by now."

"Hey, I'm following the same dog as you," Tim retorted, "Now come on, let's go. The sooner we get out of here, the better."

Cujo yapped as he turned to the right. He dashed in that direction, seemingly having picked up Wulf's scent again. The Gothamites followed him through the prison. They reached a pair of sliding doors below a sign that read 'Dangerous Prisoners' above it.

"Sounds like our guy," Stephanie said. Tim nodded in agreement as they stepped through the doors, phasing through them.

All three of them shivered, a chill running up their spine as terror possessed them. None of them voiced it to the others, but they all got the sense that they were near something that was positively evil.

Cujo, however, didn't seem to mind. Or, if he did, he didn't show it either. He pranced down the hallway, looking over his shoulder and barking at the heroes to follow him. They did so, walking slowly and looking both ways.

They were all more terrified than they had ever been in their lives.

Cujo stopped, wagging his tail with his tongue lolling, in front of a cell. He barked again as he waited for Damian, Tim, and Stephanie to catch up to him.

Wulf was massive. He appeared to be a humanoid-wolf hybrid with a green undertone and a silver collar. He snarled, his hackles rising as the three stood in front of him.

"My name is Red Robin," Tim began, "And this is Robin and Batgirl. We're friends of Danny Phantom."

"Friends of... Dan-knee?" Wulf asked gruffly, his teeth bared. Tim nodded.

"Yeah. He sent us here to break you out," Tim took a hesitant step forward, "But first I have to get that collar off of you. Can I do that?"

Wulf slowly nodded and watched Tim phase through the bars of his cell with narrowed eyes. He flinched as Tim pulled out a small device from his utility belt and set it on the collar. A holographic screen and keyboard appeared above his gauntlet. Tim typing something on the keyboard, and with a blink of the device, the collar fell off.

Wulf rose to his full height, towering over Tim. The latter stood up straight. "Danny has been captured," he said, "Will you help us free him?"

Wulf looked at him and grunted. He turned intangible and phased out of his cell with Tim close behind.

"Fantastic," Damian said with a nod, "Now, let us go find Phantom." The five began to leave but stopped dead in their tracks as a terrifying voice spoke.

"Humans!" the voice hissed.

The Bats turned around to see a terrifying ghost. It had a purple cloak with a spindly tan and black striped body and one glowing purple eye and the same collar that was on Wulf around his neck. The ghost narrowed his single eye as he spoke.

"You are freeing this oaf but not me?" the ghost snarled, "You are leaving me to rot? Me? Zs'Skayr? The High Ecto-Lord of Anur Transyl?"

Wulf snarled as the others were frozen in fear. Something was wrong about this Zs'Skayr. Batgirl, Robin, and Red Robin were heroes. They'd fought with the Justice Leauge. They'd gone toe to toe with Joker.

But Zs'Skayr?

They couldn't explain it, but this being was absolutely horrifying.

"Who are you?" Damian was the first to speak up, shaking like a scared dog being brought outside for the first time. Zs'Skayr's eye flashed.

"I am Zs'Skayr!" he roared, "The most terrifying being in the universe! Arch enemy to the Omnitrix!" he met Damian's eyes. "I am the one who can break you free. I can save your friend and destroy this cursed prison."

"We can't let you that," Tim croaked, "Absolutely not."

Zs'Skayr's eye did not leave Damian's. He cocked his head. "There is a darkness in you, child," he hissed, "One you are trying to overcome. Do not fight it! I can give you all the power you could ever desire!"

Damian gulped, clenching his fists and staring Zs'Skayr right back. "I do not need your power," he said stiffly, "And I do not need your help."

"Let us go," Wulf interrupted, putting a paw on Damian's shoulder. "Need help Danny."

Damian nodded, and with another glance at the Hellish being, they left.

Danny closed his eyes in pain at Walker's punch, but refused to fall. He looked up with a gleam in his eyes.

"That's really the best you got?" Danny scoffed, "You're losing your touch! You've known me for two years and that's all you can do?"

"Just tell me why you're here, kid," Walker replied. Danny groaned.

"I already did!"

"You think I'm stupid enough to believe some lie about time travel?"

"I mean, yeah, I think you're pretty stupid," Danny replied, "But I'm not lying!"

"Sure you aren't, kid."

Danny gave the ghost a blank stare. "You know, Walker, you seem to have trust issues. That sometimes stems from trauma. Do you want to talk about it?"

Walker narrowed his eyes before punching Danny in the face. The boy turned back to him and laughed.

"I've fought Pariah Dark, Fright Knight, and you multiple times and you think a measly punch is gonna shut me up?"

He was stalling. Danny just had to keep it up until his friends could get the cuffs off of him, and he could freeze Walker.

Speaking of freezing, Danny froze as he slowly shut his eyes and sighed, "I've gotta say, though, you might not be the only one who can be stupid," In a ring of light, Danny transformed back into a human, and phased out of the cuffs with ease.

"Ha!" he yelled, "In your face!" He shifted back into his ghost form and grinned as his hands lit up in blue light. "You know, I hate to just run out on you like this, but I gotta go." With a flash of light, Danny thrust his hands in front of him, and a bolt of ice shot from his palms. Walker screamed as his body was encased in ice.

Danny shook his head as he floated to the ground. "Now, where oh where are my friends?"

"Right here, my guy!" At the sound of Stephanie's voice, Danny turned around to see his friends, with Wulf close behind. Danny's face lit up.

"Wulf!" he shouted with glee, "I've missed you, buddy!"

"Miss you too," Wulf replied.

"Let's get out of here," Tim said, "Before they realize you and Wulf have escaped."

A red flashing light lit up above them. Damian sucked in his teeth. "Too late."

Danny waved his hand. "Come on, let's go!" With that, the group dashed forward, phasing through the wall.

They skidded to a halt as they were faced with ten guards. They swung their batons. "Freeze!" one of them yelled.

Danny shrugged. "If you say so," he blasted them with a wave of ice, freezing the guards. Tim grinned.

"Nice one, Phantom," he praised as they continued forward, tucking a rolling above the frozen ghosts with ease.

They phased through another wall, Wulf leading them forward. Two guards appeared in front of them, but Wulf swatted them aside with ease. Phasing through another wall, they were outside.

They were almost to the Speeder. Danny looked behind him and saw an army of guards swarming out of the doors of the prison. Danny skidded to a halt in the air and turned around. He blasted the group with ice, freezing half of them. The other half, though, they kept coming.

Danny turned back around, phasing into the Speeder where the others were already seated. "Come on, Tim, let's go!" he urged, looking outside the window as he spoke. Tim pushed a button on the control panel, and the vessel rose into the air and, with sonic boom behind them, shot into the air and away from the prison.

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Royal Romance - Book 2 - Fanfic - Part 4

Heather sat at her table in McDonalds staring at her phone after listening to Drake’s message. She had wanted him to call, to come after her, to come with her. But now, she wasn’t sure. Drake had family in Texas. If she told him who she really was, the princess of the Riley Oil dynasty, what would he think? Would he look at her the same way? He thought she was a simple girl from New York, a waitress, just a regular girl. But she wasn’t, was she.

Everyone wondered how she could fit in with the royals so easily. She had been trained for years, attending functions with her parents at various galas, award ceremonies, and parties at her own house. She was one year short of her own debutante ball when her world came crashing down. Her parents died in a tragic car crash shortly after her 16th birthday. Who knew a deer could cause so much damage.

Drake would see her as one of “them”. One of the nobles he hated so much. He would tell her she lied to him. And in a way, she did.

To her credit, no one asked her about her past. They never asked where she came from, about her parents, anything. They were content with who she was now. They all saw her as a strong, independent woman who could handle any situation. That’s exactly what she needed to be now.

Looking at the phone one more time, she opens a text message to Drake.

HEATHER – What do you want, Drake? (send)

HEATHER - Well, we’ll see what response I get.

Heather picks up her trash and throws it away, then leaves McDonalds to go back to her hotel room.

On the walk back to the hotel, she sees Liam still sitting on the bench in the park.

HEATHER – I can’t believe I’m even thinking this. I can’t believe I still have feelings for him. Ugh, why does he have to be so sweet? I should hate him. But I don’t.

Heather walks over to the park and to Liam.

HEATHER – Hey.

LIAM – Heather! I didn’t think I’d see you again.

HEATHER – Look, this is going to sound really weird, but consider this an experiment…for research purposes.

LIAM – Ok? (an intrigued look appears on his face)

HEATHER – I don’t want you to read anything into this. Like I said, it’s purely for research purposes.

LIAM – Of course.

HEATHER – Ok, so we’ve never kissed, right?

LIAM – Correct. Although that is definitely a regret I have.

HEATHER – Um, well, for research purposes, I want to. Just once. For research.

LIAM – For research purposes. You know I would do anything for you. If this helps, I am happy to help.

Liam stands and takes a step toward Heather, slowly placing his hands on her waist. They lean toward each other, lips touching in a soft, gentle kiss. After a few seconds, they part, but only for a blink of an eye. They come together again, this time more heated. The passion in Liam’s kiss, the feel of his hands sliding around to the small of her back. Heather’s knees go a little weak and she begins seeing sparks behind her closed eyelids. A minute later, they finally pull away from each other.

LIAM – Was that acceptable for your research? If not, I would be happy to continue.

HEATHER – I…uh, yeah, I think that was acceptable.

LIAM – Will I see you again before I have to leave for Shanghai tomorrow morning?

HEATHER – I don’t know. I really need to be alone for a while.

LIAM – Whenever you are ready for some company, I am always here for you.

HEATHER – Thank you. Take care of yourself, ok?

LIAM – I will.

Heather walks away and heads back up to her hotel room.

HEATHER – Oh my God, Jackson. Liam is a REALLY good kisser. Oh wow. Ok, did not see that coming. I mean Drake is good too, but it always seemed a little forced at first with him. But with Liam…fireworks. Ok…I need to think.

Just then Heather’s phone buzzes with a text from Drake.

DRAKE’S MESSAGE – I want to talk. Call me.

Heather – What do you think Jackson? Should I call him?

JACKSON – Aroof!

HEATHER – Ugh. Ok. (Dials Drake’s number)

DRAKE – Riley!

HEATHER – Hey. By the way, you do know my name is Heather, right? We’re not in the military. I don’t normally go by my last name.

DRAKE – Huh? Oh…yeah. I just, it’s just been my thing for a while now. Kind of a habit.

HEATHER – I know. So, what did you want to talk about?

DRAKE – I, uh, well…

HEATHER – Drake…look, I don’t want you to feel obligated to anything just because of the message I left you this morning. I get it. You don’t feel the same way. And maybe I read too much into things.

DRAKE – No, that’s not it, well, not all of it.

HEATHER – Right.

DRAKE – Riley…Heather…I know I haven’t been great with the whole opening up thing. Some walls are harder to take down than others. I do care about you. I’m just really not used to letting people in. And after this morning, it seems like the world is upside down. I don’t know how to handle that.

HEATHER – I think you need to decide how you want your life to be. Without the palace, without the drama, just you, like when you were in college. How does Drake Walker want his life to go? I know you don’t like thinking about your future, but you should. Especially now.

DRAKE – You and my sister must be sharing the same brain today. She pretty much said the same thing.

HEATHER – Well, I think you should take her advice.

DRAKE – I just don’t want you to think the last few months have been nothing for me. Because they’ve been amazing, actually. You’re amazing. I just…if we got together, what could I possibly offer you? I’m basically a homeless bum right now. The only place I could possibly go would be to my mom’s ranch in Texas. And I don’t know if you would even like being in the middle of nowhere, back in the States.

HEATHER – I don’t know what I want to do right now, Drake. Look, I think we both should just take some time, think about things, where we want our lives to go, where we want to be. Just promise me you’ll at least keep in touch, ok?

DRAKE – Of course I will. We’ll talk soon, ok?

HEATHER – Yeah, sure. Bye. (hangs up the phone)

HEATHER – Ugh, that could have gone a lot better. He still can’t let go of those walls, that defense against everybody, even me. I need some serious third party help here. (Heather dials her friend, Daniel’s, phone number)

DANIEL – Gurl!!! OMG where have you been? You disappear into thin air, then a few weeks later I see your picture in some foreign news feed, looking major hot by the way, and then some other pic with some dork rich guy. What gives?

HEATHER – I’m sorry, I totally should have called you a long time ago. It’s been crazy. That bachelor party you stuck me with? Yeah, the “bachelor” was actually Prince Liam of Cordonia. Some little country in Europe. He had to find a wife, so they brought me there to join in on the whole fight for the Prince thing. It’s been a major roller coaster since then.

DANIEL – Oh wow girl. Ok, so where are you now?

HEATHER – Paris.

DANIEL – Daaaaang!! Must be nice.

HEATHER – It’s beautiful here, but the last couple months have been hell.

DANIEL – Oh, I am so sorry Heath. What can I do to help?

HEATHER – Actually…I need your advice. I’m going to send you two pics. You tell me which one, just off looks, you would pick. Then I’ll give you more scoop to pro/con this.

DANIEL – Ooooh, check out hot guys for you? Any time girl.

Heather forwards the pictures of Liam and Drake to Daniel.

DANIEL – Oh dayum!! I only get to pick one?

HEATHER – I know, right?

DANIEL – Ok, so what’s going on? Why are we choosing only one hottie?

Heather describes what has happened over the past few months with Liam and Drake. All of the time she has spent with each of them, the betrayal from Liam, the closed off treatment from Drake, and the feelings she has for both of them.

DANIEL – Wow. I do not envy you at all. That is a rough decision.

HEATHER – Why do you think I called you? I need your help Daniel. Ugh, I am living The Bachelorette for real. Ok, so based on everything I told you, imagine you’re watching it on TV. Which one are you shouting at the screen for me to choose?

DANIEL – You know me so well. Ha ha ha.

HEATHER – I’ve watched enough seasons with you. Of course I know you.

DANIEL – Well, looks wise Drake is definitely hotter. And it sounds like you have some serious heat chemistry between you. But he’s majorly afraid of commitment. Liam, on the other hand, still hot, and sounds super sweet, romantic, the perfect TV fantasy prince. Major Prince Charming vibe.

HEATHER – Yeah, I know. But he lied to me. And not like a little lie like I don’t like peas, but I’ll eat them anyway because you cooked them kinda thing, like major life altering lie.

DANIEL – Yeah, but you said he’s been looking for this guy in the picture with you, right? And he said the only reason he didn’t tell you was to protect you from his father.

HEATHER – Yeah, I guess.

DANIEL – And which one of them came after you when you left this morning?

HEATHER – Liam.

DANIEL – And which one has been camped out in the park by your hotel all day?

HEATHER – Liam.

DANIEL – And which one called only to be cryptic extreme?

HEATHER – Drake.

DANIEL – If it were me, I know what decision I would make. And he’s probably still sitting right outside your window.

HEATHER – I hate when you make sense, you know that?

DANIEL – You wouldn’t have called for my expert advice if it was going to be an easy decision. But, in your heart, you know who you want.

HEATHER – You’re right. But how do I tell Drake? I mean, I told him I loved him on the message this morning. That he was the one I wanted.

DANIEL – I think after how he’s pushed you away and blown you off this whole time, he will understand. He may be hurt, but he pretty much did it to himself. Just be gentle with him, ok?

HEATHER – I will. Daniel, as always, you are the absolute best friend ever!!! Loves ya lots!!!

DANIEL – Loves ya too gurl!!! Don’t wait so long between calls next time, ok?

HEATHER – I won’t. I promise.

DANIEL – And I better get an invite to the wedding!!

HEATHER – You will. Take care.

DANIEL – You too. Bye.

Heather hangs up the phone and goes to the windows overlooking the Eiffel Tower park. Just as Daniel predicted, Liam is still sitting on the bench, still scrolling through pictures on his phone. Even from this height and distance, she can see he’s crying.

HEATHER – Come on Jackson. Time to go for a walk.

JACKSON – Woof!

Heather heads downstairs and across the street to the park…to Liam.

Liam hears Jackson’s bark from the end of the block. He looks up and sees Heather walking toward him. He quickly wipes his eyes and smooths down his jacket.

LIAM – Hello again. I wasn’t sure…

But before Liam can finish his sentence, Heather closes the distance between them and kisses him. Slow and gentle at first, but with progressing passion. He wraps his arms around her pulling her closer to him. Opening her mouth with his, running his tongue along hers. The rest of the world disappears around them, it is just the two of them together. Finally, reluctantly, they part.

LIAM – Wow. That was…there are no words. Let me guess, more research?

HEATHER – No. A decision.

LIAM – A decision? I don’t understand. I thought…wait, you’re saying…after everything, you want to be with me?

HEATHER – Yes. And don’t make me regret it either. If you EVER lie to me again…

LIAM – Never. I swear to you. Every thought, every decision, everything will be the truth. I must say, though, I am a bit confused. Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely happy. But, I thought you wanted Drake. That he was the one for you.

HEATHER – I like Drake, yes. And I thought it could work with him. But I want someone who is open with their feelings, their thoughts. Someone who is not ashamed to open up, to yell at the top of a building that I’m the one they want. I don’t think Drake could ever do that. Something would always hold him back.

LIAM – I am so sorry you have had to endure all of this. I will do everything in my power to show you how much I love you.

HEATHER – I know you will. That’s why I’m here.

LIAM – You have excellent timing. I was actually getting ready to leave in a few minutes to go to the opera. I have been debating all day whether I actually wanted to go or not and just decided a few minutes ago that I would, just to take my mind off everything for a little while. I would love for you to join me.

HEATHER – I would like that, but I don’t think Madeleine would be very happy if I was there.

LIAM – She won’t be there. She’s working on our travel arrangements to Shanghai tomorrow. Something came up with the plane or the hotel or something and she insisted on handling it herself. I will have a private box all to myself.

HEATHER – No Madeleine? Private box?

LIAM – Yes. A private box for us if you’ll accompany me.

HEATHER – But I left all the gowns and formal wear on the train.

LIAM – I saw a boutique not far from here if you would like to pick something out. I’d be more than happy to get you anything you want.

HEATHER – Looks like we’re going shopping then. Oh…what about Jackson? Just let me put him back in the room really quick.

LIAM – Of course. And Heather…

HEATHER – Yes?

LIAM – Thank you.

HEATHER – For what?

LIAM – For believe in me. For being here with me. For being you. I promise we will get through this. I will continue my efforts to locate Tariq. I want to do everything I can to help clear the scandal my father caused. I want to be the one at the top of the building declaring my love for you to the world. And I want to be able to break off this engagement to Madeleine as quickly as possible. I want to be with you…only you.

HEATHER – We’ll get it figured out.

LIAM – Yes, we will. Together! Oh, I just remembered…Shanghai…you are coming, aren’t you? I apologize. What I meant to say is, would you please join me in Shanghai? This may sound selfish, but I want to spend as much time with you as I possibly can. And not to distract you or keep you from anything, but simply to be with you. My father will be there. We can find a way to confront him, get him to help us use his resources as well to locate Tariq.

HEATHER – I would love to go to Shanghai with you. We should get going if we’re going to the opera.

Heather gets Jackson back up to the hotel room. Hand in hand Liam and Heather stroll down the street to the boutique. Heather picks out a simple pink dress, changes, and they continue to the opera house and up to Liam’s private box.

This would tie back into the main story line with MC and Liam watching the opera together, or not watching…whichever version you choose.

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the-last-lemon · 4 years

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This is a full list of everything bad thing that’s ever happened to Steven, from mildly traumatic (but still noteworthy) stuff to extremely traumatic stuff. Please tell me if anything’s been left out here. I do plan on updating this regularly, cause I can tellstuff’s gonna get real in the next few episodes.

This all happens to a pubescent teen who, by the way, never goes to a doctor, physical or emotional, once until near the end of this list.

Season One- Steven struggles with not being strong enough to go on missions with the gems/not being as strong as he needs to be, and trying to activate his mother’s powers.

Steven’s favorite ice cream is taken off the market. This isn’t too major, but it’s where all the trauma began. (Gem Glow)

Steven and the Crystal Gems are attacked by two centipeedles. (Gem Glow)

Steven almost sees the entirety of Beach City be obliterated by a giant crystal eye. (Laser Light Cannon)

Steven repeatedly almost dies during a mission with the Crystal Gems. Well… we’ll get to that later. (Cheeseburger Backpack)

The entirety of Frybo. From seeing that mascot thingy, to seeing the people of Beach City be hurt… oh god. (Frybo)

Steven turns into a giant cluster of cats and almost dies if not for his dad. (Cat Fingers)

Steven and Connie almost drown and get killed by a roller coaster and a corrupted gem. (Bubble Buddies)

Steven almost dies REPEATEDLY during a mission with the gems. (Serious Steven)

Steven almost/does gets physically and emotionally hurt whilst wrestling, but I can’t remember this episode all too well. My apologies. (Tiger Millionaire)

Another gem attack. (Arcade Mania)

Steven gets (nearly) eaten by a giant bird monster, and nearly dies whilst navigating those floating islands. (Giant Woman)

Steven almost dies of old age. This is one of the most traumatic scenes in the whole show. (So Many Birthdays)

Steven and Jerk Friend are almost eaten alive by moss in a horror-movie like episode. (Lars and the Cool Kids)

Onion being Onion. That should be enough said. (Onion Trade)

Steven watches Pearl get poofed, and then has to fight the very hologram that killed her so easily in the first place. (Steve the Sword Fighter)

Steven and Connie get attacked by a giant tennis ball machine thingy. I can’t remember too much of this episode though, sorry. (Lion 2: The Movie)

Another gem attack. I should probably make a full tally for this at the end. (Beach Party)

Steven, after reaching his breaking point, goes into his dead mom’s room and sees everyone he’s even known and/or loved glitch out and die as he tries to escape from this glitched out reality. I… I just… (Rose’s Room)

Steven gets hits by a rock, teased about it, and sees two of his space moms beat up him and the other mom up. (Coach Steven)

Steven watches his friend choke on a spicy donut and almost burn down Beach City and die, all after seeing his other friend respond to the first friend ditching her. (Joking Victim)

Steven creates multiple alternate universes, and watches himself die multiple times. (Steven and the Stevens)

Steven tries to befriend a corrupted ally, but she’s beyond saving. (Monster Buddies)

Steven watches his friend get badly hurt, slowly fall apart, and has suffers emotional trauma whilst trying to live up to his mom. (An Indirect Kiss)

Steven tries to talk to a gem trapped in a mirror for thousands of years, and in doing so, sees the planet’s water be removed. He and his moms get blamed for it, and he, his moms, his friend, and his dad all go to try to get it back. They all are either badly hurt, or are nearly drowned. He sees his dad, in his van, be thrown far away, causing him to break a leg. Steven now has to reconsider how morally good the gems are. (Mirror Gems)

Steven’s dad, who has a broken leg, interferes in his life negatively (though also positively), though this is eventually resolved. (House Guest)

Steven and Bird Mom almost die in a violent accident, all has his dad watches in helpless horror. (Space Race)

Steven, Sadie, and Lars are all trapped on a tropical island for a month, and are attacked by an invisible monster. (Island Adventure) ((btw, this is the first episode to break the streak of every SU episode up until this point having something notably traumatic happen to Steven.))

Steven is abducted by a crazed conspiracist jerk whilst trying to make him feel better about himself. He’s knocked out and examined. (Keep Beach City Weird)

Steven attempts to run away with his friend Connie, though the bus they’re on his forcibly stopped by a giant fusion between his three moms. (Fusion Cuisine)

Steven’s watermelons come to life and attack his entire city, then his moms. His favorite one, the only kind one, is slaughtered by the others. Also, Onion and the crazed conspiracist. (Watermelon Steven)

Steven almost suffocates and dies repeatedly. (Lion 3: Straight to Video)

Steven and Connie, while fused together, are… hit on, to say at the least… by Annoying Douchebag. (Alone Together)

Steven almost suffocates and… dies repatedly Also, he nearly freezes to death. Also ALSO, he slowly goes insane due to stress. (Warp Tour)

Steven learns that, in Cheeseburger Backpack, where he nearly dies repeatedly (eh, sort of), the mission that proved to be semi-traumatic to him was actually a test, making him doubt his abilities as a team member. He takes another test, which only proves that his moms still doubt his abilities as a team member. (The Test)

Steven becomes extremely paranoid, almost to the point where he fears he’ll die at any given moment. This is extremely traumatic. (Future Vision)

Steven and Mom #2 run away, and are almost both killed by an unstable injector. Steven and Bird Mom then watch Mom #2 have a breakdown.

This entire episode. (Horror Club)

Steven sees multiple futures where the following happens: Connie catches a cold, he, his dad, and Connie all die in a violent car accident with her father, and the entire universe collapses due to a crystal breaking or something. (Winter Forecast)

Steven is traumatized of Dead Mom by his Mom #2, and so is his dad traumatized. Before this, he watches Mom #2 and his dad slip away from not only his life, but reality as a whole. This is very traumatic. (Maximum Capacity)

Steven and the gems struggle to fight off large balls that have some unknown malicious intent, and then he’s almost killed by Angry Dorito for the first of many times in the show.

This whole episode, from the emotional trauma to the near-death experiences. (Rose’s Scabbard)

Steven once again travels to the Dead Mom’s room, where he goes through romantic-based and emotional stress. Also, he gets attacked by… the room itself. (Open Book)

Steven’s new friend, Uncle Grandpa, is attacked by his moms. (Say Uncle)

Steven learns that his town may be in danger because of stuff that Dead Mom did in the past. after receiving a hurried and eerie mesage from a potential war prisoner. (The Message)

Steven has to help keep an entire city alright as The First Big Uh Oh draws nearer. (Political Power)

Steven and his moms are taken as war criminals because of stuff Dead Mom did in the past, but not before he watches one die, and is knocked out. (The Return)

Steven nearly dies after the ship he and his moms are taken as war criminals on crashes on his home town, and has to deal with the gem he saved in Ocean Gem be fused with the warrior who knocked him out. (Jail Break)

Season Two- Stuff gets real(er).

Steven struggles with the emotional baggage gathered in the last two episodes, and struggles to keep his love interest safe. (Full Disclosure)

Steven’s friends take him to try to help him relax, but he’s soon attacked by his moms and nearly dies. (Joy Ride)

Steven watches Mom #2 get killed multiple times. (Reformed)

This entire episode. He gets attacked, and watches his friend Connie lose all purpose in life other than to protect him. Also, he has to fight Bird Mom (Sworn to the Sword)

Steven and Mom #3 have to gaze at the traumatic sight of some of their old allies, corrupted, deformed, and broken, which nearly causes Mom #3 to completely breakdown. (Keeping It Together)

Exhausted by searching for the friend who’s stuck under the ocean in a fusion, he, while trying to take a nap for once, is subconsciously tortured by thoughts of said friend.

Steven watches Mom #3 fall apart into Lesbian Red Rock and Lesbian Blue Rock, but tries to have a nice road trip regardless. He does not, sees witnesses an argument between the two rocks, and ends up feeling guilty about all of it. (Keystone Motel)

Onion. (Onion Friend)

Steven and Mom #2 almost sees Bird Mom and Mom #3 get crushed into oblivion. (Friend Ship)

Steven, Connie, and Connie’s mom all get attacked those horrifying corrupted allies from Keeping It Together. (Nightmare Hospital)

Steven gets attacked by Angry Dorito. (Catch and Release)

Stevn discovers that his entire planet, the thing his moms fought for, the thing that many of those corrupted monsters fought for, and more, has a giant geo-weapon incubating under its surface. (When It Rains)

Steven almost turns into a zygote and dies. (Steven’s Birthday)

Steven and his moms fight and are betrayed by Angry Dorito, and have to deal with almost being seen by Giraffe Aunt. Also, they all almost explode. (Message Received)

Season Three- Identity Crisis™ begins.

Steven astral projects into a watermelon and sees his watermelon friends and moms almost kileld by Watery Rock Face. He almost dies himself, actually. (Super Watermelon Island) ((I’m actually laughing internally while re-reading this summary, am I a bad person?))

Steven… where do I even begin? He and Nice Dorito (not Angry Dorito anymore) go inside the Earth, hours before it’s destroyed. Steven is traumatized by the confused corupted monsters from Nightmare Hospital/Keeping it Together, and later by their broken souls. While trying to franctically drill, the dril breaks, he becomes queasy, and astral projects into the spirit realm, where he convinces the geo-weapon to bubble itself. He and Nice Dorito emerge alive. (Gem Drill)

Steven almost falls from like, a few kilometers in the air because of Flying Water Girl getting distracted. (Same Old World)

Steven and the gems almost get killed by a group of Ruby soldiers because of Lesbian Red Rock and Lesbian Blue Rock. (Hit the Diamond)

Steven almost starves to death, and then almost falls to his death, all because of emotions/powers he can’t control. (Steven Floats)

Steven… oh my god. He takes over someone’s body, and then astral projects back into his body after his friend faces a traumatic experience. This episode raises the question of what it even means to be conscious. (The New Lars)

Steven tries to heal a corrupted general, but can’t. This is a bit of an emotionally scarring episode. (Monster Reunion)

Rock Face comes back, and tries to get back with Flying Water Girl, all to Steven’s horror. He’s also physically hurt by this, and sees his dad lose like, 500,000 thousand dollars or something. (Alone at Sea)

Steven and Connie have to directly face more corrupted monsters led by Rock Face. (Gem Hunt)

Rock Face attacks Steven, Connie, and Mom #2. (Crack the Whip)

Steven and Mom #2 duke it out. This causes more way physical trauma than emotional. (Steven vs. Amethyst)

Steven is almost killed by, shockingly, another gem who hated Dead Mom/ her actions or something. He finds out that his mom hid away an ally, and never told the other moms. He bubbles her away again. (Bismuth)

Steven, Mom #2, and Metal-Bending Dorito fight Rock Face. They win, but not without our good ol’ friend Physical Trauma™.

Steven almost dies. I’m not even joking. He almost suffocates to death, and even goes unconscious after a fight with Angry Red Rock, which he gets hurt during. (Bubbled)

Season Four- Identity Crisis™ intensifies, and more trauma.

Steven gets hurt while trying to fight a corrupted gem monster. (Kindergarten Kid)

Steven and Mom #2 almost completely disappear from reality after Oprah’s room collapses. (Know Your Fusion)

Steven literally has an emotional breakdown after building up guilt from his past. (Mindful Education)

Onion. (Onion Gang)

Steven almost falls out of a plane after his Mayonaise Uncle tries to fly away from the barn. (Gem Harvest)

Baby Steven is abducted by his moms. (Three Gems and a Baby) ((past trauma))

Steven desperately tries to discover the truth about Pink Diamond, but in the process, loses his dad to Sad Aunt. (Steven’s Dream)

Steven, while breaking most known laws of physics, almost accelerates himself out of existence and crashes his head on a control panel with a velocity faster than that of the speed of light, all whilst having an emotional breakdown. (Adventures in Light Distortion)

Steven is abducted into some sort of human utopia where he has to watch humans experience pain for the first time ever. (The Zoo)

Steven is betrayed by Happy Red Rock, and almost dies. (Room for Ruby)

Steven almost dies of heat exhaustion, all to find out he could’ve been named Nora. (Lion 4: Alternate Ending)

Steven suffers from motion sickness. (Doug Out)

Steven slowly watches his friends get abducted, including his friend Connie, but of course, not after some physical trauma during a fight. (Are You My Dad?)

Steven turns himself into Homeworld, prepared to be executed for Dead Mom’s crimes, all to the horror of his moms and friends. (I Am My Mom)

Season 5- Identity Crisis, and why Pink used to suck.

Steven and Jerk Friend have an emotional breakdown while trying to get back to Earth. (Stuck Together)

Steven escapes from Sad Aunts after the trial, and encounters some off colors, though not before they’re attacked and Jerk Friend dies in Steven’s arms. He gets brough back to life, though. BUT THE EMOTIONAL TRAUAMA! (Off Colors)

Connie gets upset at Steven (though for a good reason), and leaves him.

Steven gets sadder and sadder about being away from Connie, and has a breakdown in front of his dad, all while his moms try to interpret his sadness. (Gemcation)

Steven and Mom #2 watch Nice Dorito become depressed after Flying Water Girl leaves Earth, though they cheer her up eventually. (Back to the Kindergarten)

Steven breaks down, but gets back together with Connie. (Kevin Party)

Steven and Connie, now fused together again, crash on a deserted colony, where they get traumatized of dreams of Steven’s forgotten past, and attacked by monsters. (Jungle Moon)

Steven discovers the truth about his mom, completely changing everything he’s ever known about her. Dead Mom is actually Pink Dead Mom. (A Single Pale Rose)

Steven and his friends/moms are attacked by Scary Aunts, are forced to cry, and Steven gets crushed completely. He projects into the astral plane where he’s subjected to electromagnetic blasts of energy or something. (Reunited)

Steven and Connie are thrown in prison for High Crimes and Misdemeanors™. (Together Alone)

Steven astral projects into a watermelon, loses his leg, and dies of exhaustion. (Escapism)

Uh… where do even begin? Steven has an identity-crisis of a dream, is attacked emotionally and forced to cry, witnesses a fight break out, sees his aunts get turned into lifeless zombies, almost ses his moms get shattered, is nearly crushed, fights a giant robot, sees his moms turn into lifeless zombies, doubt his entire existence and emotionally breaks down, has his gem removed, and becomes a weak, helpless child for a bit. (Change Your Mind)

Steven Universe The Movie- Noodle Woman fights well.

Steven’s entire planet is assaulted and nearly destroyed by a giant injector.

Steven fights Noodle Woman, causing physical trauma, especially during and at the end of the fight.

Steven sees his moms be killed, and lose all their character development.

Steven almost sees Lesbian Red Rock die.

Steven becomes increasingly more exhausted after he loses his powers.

Steven fights Noodle Woman again, and has a nose-bleed. This brings him a lot of physical and emotional trauma.

Steven his knocked from like, a kilometer in the air, onto an injector by Noodle Woman. This injector then explodes.

Steven Universe Future- The trauma turns emotional.

Steven fights Post Corrupted Rock Face, and suffers lots of physical trauma, plus emotional trauma. The corruption stuff begins here. (Little Homeschool)

Steven and Mom #2 have to help save Beach City from the chaos Steven accidentally created. (Guidance)

Steven, plus his moms and dad, are traumatized by gems that all look, sound, and act like Dead Mom. (Rose Buds)

Steven breaks down while trying to fix Volleyball, and almost sees her and Pearl be rejuvenated. (Volleyball)

Steven’s dad gets hurt emotionally, and Steven has to fight Angry Red Rock and Annoying Short Flying Girl. (Bluebird)

Onion. Also, Steven becomes exhausted emotionally. Wait, did that actually happen, or was that just an ad? It looked like an ad…? (A Very Special Episode)

Steven runs away from multiple reminders of his weaker, past self, after continuing to deal with stress problems. (Snow Day)

Steven’s friends all begin to leave him. (Little Graduation)

Steven gets attacked by the literal personification of his negative thoughts, which is also a cactus that hurts him physically. (Prickly Pair)

Steven deal with the emotional trauma of all his friends leaving him behind. (In Dreams)

Steven realizes that he’s kind of falling out of touch with social interactions, and being a normal kid. (Bismuth Casual)

Steven realizes that Connie’s life is going in a different direction than his. He tries to propose to her, but is told “Not Now”. This is basically his tipping point. (Together Forever)

Steven’s mental and physical state gets worse, and he breaks down. (Growing Pains)

Steven gets into a violent car crash after breaking down because of how bad his childhood has been. (Mr. Universe)

Steven begins to lose himself, remains un-helped by his friends and family, and begins training with Jasper, where he’s subjected to TONS of physical trauma. He gets crushed, slammed, beaten, and etc. He also deals with the emotional trauma of having shattered Jasper. Yeah. (Fragments)

Miscellaneous physical and emotional trauma. (Homeworld Bound)

OH MY GOSH STEVEN’S SILENTLY HAVING A BREAKDOWN, BUT HE’S PRETENDING HE’S FINE (Everything’s Fine)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! STEVEN LOSES HIMSELF AND BECOMES CORRUPTED! THIS IS LITERALLY THE SHOW’S PEAK! (I Am My Monster)

NO TRAUMA! STEVEN IS ACTUALLY GETTING HELP NOW, AND IS LIVING A WONDERFUL LIFE! YYEESSSSS! (The Future)

(Goodbye Steven Universe.

You were a show we didn’t deserve)

#steven universe #steven universe future #su steven #steven needs therapy #su

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izupie · 5 years

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Okay! Ask game! I pick 1, 13, 19, 35, and 47!

Thank you for the ask from this fanfiction ask game!

1. What was your first fic and could you stand to reread it today?

My first ever fanfiction that I ever wrote - before I even knew what fanfiction was - was a self-insert YuGiOh story I wrote because I was a little kid with an imagination and a pen and I wanted to interact with my favourite characters.

Which is why I will never be mean about kids writing really cheesy self-insert fics. Let them have their fun!

I still own this notebook and honest to god it’s the funniest read ever. Sometimes I get nostalgic about my writing and I’ll reread it just for a laugh. There’s an iconic line in it that me and my friend lose our minds over - if I just say ‘Cause she shouted...’ at any time to her she will immediately just shoot back with ‘mega loud!’

It’s a great read ahaha h a h a

In terms of my first actual published fanfiction it was a Kingdom Hearts fic I put on FF.net and it reads with all of the excellent tropes and cliches a 12 year old can write. It’s horrific! How weird that I can read the one I wrote as a really young kid, but not the one I wrote as a 12 year old ?

13. What’s the biggest change between your style when you started in fandom and today?

A bit of a neat segue from the previous question is that my style when I first started publishing fanfiction was full of all those typical ‘just starting out’ stuff like describing people based on their hair colour instead of just using their names. THE SILVER HAIRED TEEN did this. THE BRUNETTE did that. oh yes. I went there. Describing people’s eyes as ‘orbs’

and

holding a breath

they didn’t even know

they were holding

(Oh wait I still do that one)

I kept it very simple, lots of dialogue.

Now I try to get inside my characters heads. And I loooove to describe simple acts, but as something pretty or important - like watching a character getting ready or eating lunch in a Ghibli movie. And I guess I’m more adventurous now, and willing to be flexible with my ‘style’. (Though I can’t really describe what that style is - does writer struggle to capture the essence of their own writing style???)

19. If you had to pick one fic/scene/chapter of your work to describe your entire portfolio to a stranger, which would you pick?

I’d pick Ochako entering the cafe and finding Izuku there in Beep Beep Beep. In my head it’s probably my favourite thing I’ve written - really atmospheric and my heart clenches whenever I think of that whole scene. Probably that whole last chapter makes me want to cry with sentimentality.

I’ll add it under a cut~

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“What the…” she breathed. The whole café was covered in strings of fairy lights – even more than usual – winding and twisting over the tables and chairs, dripping over the counter and draped over the plastic planets hanging from the ceiling. Softly glowing spots of silver shone through the darkness and bright lights like stars were being projected onto every surface. Ochako lifted her hands in awe to see the spots of light on her skin. It looked like she’d just fallen into the night sky.

It was beautiful.

She looked around, mouth still open slightly, and noticed the ‘stars’ were being projected from a glowing ball in the centre of the room.

Ochako softly closed the front door behind her and began to walk over to the projector, wondering why Mina had set this up, when she noticed a figure standing nearby, nearly hidden in the dark shadows cast by the lights.

She yelped in surprise and grabbed a chair, brandishing it in front of her. “Who’s there?”

“Ah! N-No- Wait, Ochako, it’s okay- it’s just me! It’s just me!”

She could barely make out the figure that jolted forwards quickly and dropped down to crouch by the projector, but the voice was achingly familiar. She heard a few clicks and the starry lights illuminated the café more brightly, making it so that she could see the figure clearly as he stood up and rubbed the back of his neck.

Ochako replaced the chair slowly.

“Izuku?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was going to say something- but you looked so, um… so pretty standing there and I…”

Ochako wasn’t sure who moved first. But within another beat of her heart, so loud in her ears, they had pulled each other into an embrace. She buried her face in his chest, arms tight around his middle, and gripped onto fistfuls of his soft hoodie. His strong arms squeezed her against him, and he lay his head on her shoulder.

Together at last.

It was like everything she’d been feeling for him came crashing through her in waves all at once; that initial spark, gratitude, friendship, fondness, admiration, affection… She’d missed him so much. Though they’d only been apart a few days but her longing to talk to him and be close to him had only grown with each day that passed.

She inhaled deeply and snuggled into his warm embrace. His clothes had picked up the subtle tang of coffee that permanently lingered in the café.

“I thought you had to work tonight,” she eventually managed, though it still came out as barely more than a whisper into the soft material of the hoodie over his broad chest.

“I was supposed to be.” He turned his head slightly so that his breath tickled the skin on her neck.

She shivered, despite her warmth, and hated that her thick winter coat felt like a barrier between them. She had to resist the urge to just throw it off.

Izuku eventually pulled back gently so that they could look at each other. Silver light kissed the flushed skin of his cheeks, and the projected stars gave him cosmic freckles.

“Someone gave me some good advice. I decided it didn’t matter if the universe just kept on keeping us apart. I just needed to t-try harder.” He brushed a stray flyaway piece of hair behind her ear and stroked her cheek lightly. “Last time I got you a bouquet of flowers, but this time… this time I got you the stars.”

Ochako could feel tears filling her vision and she tried to say something, but her voice stuck in her throat. Something she couldn’t identify passed between their shared gaze, intense and powerful, and she had the sudden incredible urge to kiss him. She might even have done it if he hadn’t blinked and looked away, a vibrant red blooming strongly across his nose.

“Uh, s-sorry, that was kind of corny…”

His hand drifted away from her cheek.

Ochako shook her head violently, scattering the tear drops she had been desperately holding back, and knew they would be catching the artificial starlight as they finally trickled freely down her cheeks.

“No!” she squeaked. “Nobody has ever said anything like that to me. Ever.” She took a steadying breath, hoping it would stop her voice from wobbling so much. “Nobody has ever tried this hard to get to know me and spend time with me. I-I can’t believe you’d do all this just for me. All of this, it’s beautiful.”

Izuku stared long and hard at her, a smile creasing the skin in the corner of his eyes. “I’m so glad.”

He gently wiped her tears and Ochako’s stomach flipped like the moment of weightlessness that she loved at the very top of a roller-coaster, just as plunges down the track. She felt like her whole body was being held together by the vibrations of the pulse through her veins.

“Although you did nearly attack me with a chair,” he added playfully.

Ochako blushed as she hiccupped and clamped her hands to her mouth. “Ah! I did, didn’t I? I’m sorry Izuku, I didn’t know it was you.” She couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out from behind her hand.

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35. Have you ever written a ship into a fic without meaning to?

I accidentally had Ochako kind of almost slightly crushing on Doctor Shouto in BBB - I couldn’t stop her describing his ‘pretty eyes’ and I was like Yeah Me Too. oops

That’s as far as it’s ever gone though - I am pretty focused and single minded when it comes to writing my ships aaa

47. If someone you know in real life who isn’t involved in fandoms asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

I have had a few people in real life read Beep Beep Beep! A friend from work read it and passed it onto her son who also read it and he drew me some fanart that he printed out and framed for my birthday. I literally nearly just died on the spot.

Other than the names it’s one of those AUs where it’s kind of it’s own thing - just a really really cheesy romance - so I think it’s fairly accessible even if you don’t know the show? You just lose some of the neat callbacks

#thanks again!! <3 #izu replies #fanfiction ask games #this one was especially fun to respond to

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annabelleswife · 5 years

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Would It Be a Total Cliche If I Put on Asleep by the Smiths Right Now? - Seth x MC

Word Count: 2,672 Rating: SFW besides a very brief mention of a past intimate encounter that isn’t described in detail at all whatsoever Warning: mention of attempted sexual assault/sexual harassment Notes: Takes place right after Book 2, Chapter 6. I liked the scene in Chapter 7 okay. But I just couldn’t get the idea of MC going back to her old apartment for comfort out of my head. I haven’t written fic in years, so sorry for the clunky grammar. I’m only on Chapter 8 of Book 2 so please don’t tag with any spoilers, thanks!

It was quiet in his apartment now. Which wasn’t really true. Like, at all. Seth still had Gloria’s old records warbling from down the hall, the incessant slamming of brakes and cursing drivers from outside his window--oh, and how could he forget the helicopters flying overhead? Things weren’t quiet at all, not even in his professional life.

Still, his head craned towards Olivia’s door every single time he walked past it.

This was his place long before that sunshine girl from Iowa moved in. So why did the hallway feel so empty now? Really, it was pathetic. Not that pathetic wasn’t practically his everyday cologne, but honestly Seth needed to get a grip.

If he wanted to talk to her so bad, he could take his cellphone out of his pocket right now. Text her. Shit, call her even. That is 100% a thing he could be doing.

It’s not as if she moved to Antarctica. Olivia was still here. Just not here here.

(Which is where he imagined she’d pipe in with a, “hear hear,” with the dopiest grin on her face. Then he’d mockingly say something like, “sheesh, Iowa, don’t quit your day job,” and she’d tease back, “at least some of us have day jobs.” To which he’d respond by rattling off all of his side-hustle gigs prior to rewriting an actual honest-to-goodness Hollywood script, thank you very much, causing her to laugh so hard she snorted.)

Right. Back to the ‘not-moping’ bit.

Seth finally reached the roof. He somehow didn’t feel strangled by memories up here. Although, uh, he did occasionally get flashes of a particularly steamy sort, though that was neither here nor there. They were keeping it casual. No strings. No labels. No sending of text messages at 3 a.m. asking, “what are we,” in fear of accidentally pushing the other one away.

Toootally not a thing. At all. Nope. Nuh-uh. Definitely not going to break out into an off-key rendition of Hercules’ I Won’t Say I’m in Lo--

“Seth?”

His train of thought crashed in a fiery blaze killing thousands. He jumped a bit at the unexpected voice and found the source to be none other than the woman of the hour herself.

Olivia Flynn. Her windswept curls were pushed back over one of her bared shoulders, exposed by her off-kilter sweater.

Seth didn’t consider himself much of a magician, but how else was he to explain her sudden appearance here of all places other than to say that he must’ve willed her here with a spell?

(Bah. Coincidence, schmoincidence.)

“Huh, funny. Hadn’t realized there were any cows on this roof to be tipped,” he replied, making a big show of actually looking around the rooftop. They were blissfully alone. “That’d be the only reason you’d come back to a dump like this, right, Iowa?”

Olivia smiled. It didn’t quite reach her eyes. Immediately, he felt a drop in his stomach like he was on the world’s worst roller-coaster.

Seth gingerly took a step closer to her. “Uh, sorry. That joke wasn’t exactly researched. For all I know, Iowa’s not even cow country. Maybe you all tip pigs out there? Chickens?”

Translation: I can tell you’re not alright, but I don’t want to assume. Please throw me a lifeline here before I drown myself with worry. Also your hair smells really nice.

That last bit might’ve just been a translator’s note, actually.

She shook her head slightly. This made her curls tumble even further over her shoulder. “I--It’s fine.” Though her trembling bottom lip strongly begged to disagree with her statement.

He felt lost. Normally, Olivia was a straight shooter. She was almost too honest at times. So the fact that she was clamming up here made Seth worry that whatever happened must’ve been bad. Really, really bad. And, oh god, he didn’t know how to handle really, really bad. He was, at best, the guy you called on a ‘big oof’ kind of day.

Seth wanted to ask her what he should do. The irony was not lost on him.

“Hey, c’mon. It’s me.” He took another step towards her, close enough to feel her body heat without having to touch. “It’s just me.”

Just as he was about to work on figuring out how to ask if she was really okay, Olivia leaned on him. Well, more like fell on him. Her entire weight seemed to press down on his front like her knees suddenly gave out and this wretched sob landed somewhere in his neck. Instinctively, his arms came out to steady her. Which then morphed quickly into a full-fledged hug as she cried on his shoulder.

It was important for him to stay calm here. Logically, he knew that. But Seth’s heart was an entirely separate entity from his brain. His emotions flitted between all-consuming fear that something awful happened to Olivia that he wasn’t there to prevent and rapidly stoking rage that anything could have happened to Olivia in the first place.

He did his best to keep all that to himself though. Instead, he murmured consolations in her hair. “It’s alright,” and “I’m here,” etc.

Eventually, her sobs died down. His knuckles rubbed what he hoped to be a soothing pattern on her lower spine which seemed to help. Her breathing seemed more even now, at least.

“I’m sorry,” she finally broke the silence with.

“Don’t.” Seth disentangled himself from Olivia enough to tilt her face up to his. It physically pained him to see her red, puffy eyes. “Don’t you dare say that to me, alright? There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

“But your shirt--”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Liv.” He’d repeat it a hundred times over if that’s what it took.

She looked down before giving the tiniest nod of acknowledgement.

They stood like that, locked in a half-embrace with his thumbs cradling her cheeks and her arms around his waist, for a moment. He wanted to ask what happened. He didn’t want to make it, whatever it was, anymore real for her.

And then she said, “I went there, you know?” like they were already in the middle of the conversation and Seth understood what had gotten her so upset.

His eyebrows knotted together. “Olivia--”

“I went there. Willingly. I walked right through the front door. I saw the five-course meal and knew it wasn’t a spontaneous offer on his part. I knew he wanted me there all along. I thought it flattering,” she spat-out like the word itself was acid.

Her tumbling explanation only made his dread grow worse and worse by each passing word. “Liv, what are you talking about? Who’s he?”

She laughed, bitterly. “Oh, just the man who owns me and all of Hollywood.”

Seth’s blood ran cold.

Her brittle laugh turned into a sob.

“Liv--”

“I walked right into it, Seth. I sat at his table. Oh god, I--” and she made a sound caught between a cry and a gasp. It was the most awful sound Seth had ever heard in his whole life, and he had just had to listen to her sobs.

“What did he do? Did he--” He inhaled sharply. “Did he hurt you?”

She shook her head. Continued to do so even when Seth repeated his question.

“Olivia--” but she cut him off yet again with, “He just wanted me to sleep with him. Said he’d take care of me. Make sure I had all the best roles, best publicity. Just offered me everything I ever thought I wanted in exchange debasing myself.”

Her words were so matter-of-fact. All the near-hysterical laugh-sobbing of a moment before was gone and Olivia just seemed deflated now. Like a balloon caught in slow-motion the instant it pops.

Seth felt too many things to count. Too many emotions to even begin to name. His hands moved from her cheeks to her back as he pulled her back into him. He wasn’t met with any resistance. Olivia melted into him as he squeezed her tightly.

“I shouldn’t have went. I should’ve insisted we meet at a restaurant. I should’ve read my contract more closely. Seth, how am I supposed to live with myself knowing everything I could’ve done--”

“There isn’t anything you could’ve done,” he interrupted firmly. Seth forced himself to breathe through his nostrils before continuing, forcing his voice to be gentler. “You need to understand that. There isn’t anything you could’ve done because you did nothing wrong. He’s the one who did this, Olivia. He would’ve done this no matter what you did or didn’t do. He’s a...”

Seth wavered here. He knew what he wanted to say, but didn’t want to upset her further.

“A predator,” she finished for him. He had never believed in Gloria’s claimed ESP powers, but in this instant he felt Olivia’s to be real.

“A predator,” he repeated.

Olivia began to pull away from him and he let her go though every fiber of his being was urging him to keep her close. At least here on this rooftop no slimy movie producers could touch them.

Her wide dark eyes were still a bit puffy but they still crinkled at the corners when she smiled at him. Not quite where he wanted her smile to be, but he’d gladly take it.

“You’re right. Seth, that’s why I... I was so scared and felt so alone and I just didn’t know where else to go.”

He put his hand on her forearm to give a reassuring squeeze. “You’re not alone. You’re never alone.” Seth waited until she nodded to continue. “But why... I mean, why didn’t you knock on my door then if you wanted to see me? I would’ve answered.”

“I know. I wanted to. But then I was standing there, on the verge of crying, and I--I chickened out. I thought if I said it, that somehow would make it worse.” Olivia latched on to his hand and intertwined their fingers. “But I needed this. To--to tell you. To get it all out. I--thank you. Seriously, I--”

He was already shaking his head no before she could finish. “You don’t owe me anything, Iowa. Not a damn thing.”

They stayed holding hands on the rooftop for a long while. Seth wanted to tell her his idea of burning Viktor’s house down. Wanted to call in the cavalry and sick Victoria loose on the bastard. But he could tell that wasn’t what Olivia needed right now. She needed time to process. And he was glad to give it to her. Whatever she needed. Even if he had to smother his own feelings of anger towards the piece of shit for the time being.

Again, as if reading his mind, she said, “I know I’ll have to figure out my next step. And it’ll be scary and complicated and just...” Olivia sighed an exasperated sigh. “I just want to sleep right now.”

“Yeah, of course. But, uh--” he started, but at the exact same moment as he began speaking, she also had as well.

They both laughed awkwardly.

“Sorry, you first,” Seth encouraged.

Her cheeks flushed. “No, uh, I mean, I was just gonna say that my new place is kinda far and, uh...”

“Iowa, what kind of a man do you take me for?”

Olivia’s eyes widened. Oh ho ho, man, was it good to get her. “N--no, um, that’s not--”

“To think I’m not the sort of gentleman prepared for a sleepover at any given moment is just plain insulting. You have wounded me deeply, madam,” Seth sniffled, throwing in a head toss for good measure.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that she was smiling. Finally, a genuine one, the first real one of the night.

Good. He was glad.

Tomorrow, they’d discuss how to properly rake that disgusting cat turd over the coals.

Tonight, he was glad to make her forget it.

“My apologies, my good fellow. I hadn’t meant to imply that whatsoever. Shall I write you an apology note?” Olivia joked along, breaking their hand hold to link her arm around his.

“In your own blood as opposed to ink should suffice.”

“Perhaps attached to my left ear so you know I’m truly, truly sorry.”

“Now you’re talking,” he teased before leading them back downstairs to his apartment. “Since you’ve made such a good show of apologizing, I shall give you the bed and all the extra marshmallows in your hot cocoa.”

Olivia stopped walking. Which, since they were linked at their arms, meant he stopped walking too. Seth craned his head down to her, confused. Had he already stuck his foot in his mouth? They hadn’t even made it over the threshold yet.

“You don’t have to give me the bed.”

Seth started to argue that point, but she beat him to the punch. Or rather gave him a punch. Metaphorically. Though it might as well have been physically since it would’ve shocked him almost as much.

“I want you to sleep with me.”

He blinked in response.

Olivia animatedly began explaining herself. “In the same bed, I meant. Together. In your bed. Me and you in the same bed at the same time. Fully clothed! I didn’t mean to--”

A door opened nearby and out popped Gloria’s head with her hair all up in curlers.

“Oh dear, it’s just as I thought. The spirits warned me you’d be back and now here you are, rousing me from slumber at 2:30 A.M.”

Seth sheepishly smiled at his neighbor while Olivia asked her, “Wait, how did you know that I’d be here?”

“It’s just as I said, dear. The spirits. That, and the thin walls,” Gloria nodded sagely.

He stifled a laugh.

“Sorry, Gloria. We’ll get out of your hair now.” He figured if he hadn’t stepped in now, that Olivia would just be content to stand here in the hallway shooting a puzzled look at Gloria all evening long.

Gloria moved back into her apartment, mumbling something about ‘being able to cut it with a knife,’ whatever that meant. And Seth guided Olivia to his apartment as quietly as possible so as not to wake anybody else up.

Once inside, he fumbled for the light switch. He quickly realized that Olivia had never actually seen his place before and would’ve probably been embarrassed by the clutter if this had been different circumstances. Okay, maybe he was still a bit embarrassed by it even under these circumstances. If he rushed her past the unwashed dishes in the sink, who would really blame him, huh?

“I just don’t think I can fall asleep alone tonight,” Olivia sighed.

It stopped him in his tracks.

“I know I’m already being an imposition--yes, I am, please don’t argue, I’m too tired to argue--and I know it’s a silly request, but please can you just sleep with me so I don’t have to sleep alone?”

Seth nodded, adding, “It’s not silly. C’mere,” as he hugged her again. The hug turned into a sort of half-drag as he helped her into his bed. She seemed like she was already half-asleep. Olivia slipped off her shoes and so did he. That was about as much as they had energy for before she curled up in a ball at his side, head buried in his chest. Then it hit him like a freight train just how drained he was. His eyes were already fluttering closed almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. Her warmth beside him didn’t help.

“Seth?” she asked, her voice sounding so small like he imagined a fairy’s would sound like. Well, if that fairy was also on the verge of passing out.

“Hm?”

“You called me Liv tonight.”

Oh, shit. He had. Like multiple times. He’d never called her that before. Oh, fuck, was that weird? That was probably weird. That’s what she was gonna say was how weird that was. Oh, shi--

“‘s cute. You’re cute.”

It was quiet in his apartment now.

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