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betweenlands · 1 year

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why you should vote herobrine in every single Tumblr Sexyman poll

he's one of the originals: look, a lot of these upstarts are new to the party. they may be sexy and they may be men, but they lack legacy. not so with herobrine. herobrine's been around. he's been around before sans. he's been around before bill cipher. he's one of the original originals alongside the onceler himself. know your herstory etc etc

he fits more of the criteria: look. i love benrey, i love reigen arataka, i love raymond animalcrossing. but look me in the eyes and tell me: is there a significant portion of people who ship them with themselves? once upon a time that used to be a requirement. and guess who does fit that requirement? that's right. herobrine. i mean, yeah, there's also herosteve i guess, but i was there back in the mid-2010s! i know what i saw! even to this day people will make new herobrine variant ocs! and guess what! sometimes they smooch!

he's a trailblazer: i think quite possibly one of the few more influential video game creepypastas you could cite would be BEN Drowned, but with all my respects -- he does not have the advantage of being in one of the longest-living games of the decade. herobrine, meanwhile? herobrine comes from the same time as first-era MCYT, and no matter how you feel about the phrase "MCYT" as a whole, you should know that interpretive roleplay and storytelling in the confines of video games is very, very cool and very, very important. and the first villain of every 13-year-old's minecraft roleplay? if it wasn't herobrine, he almost certainly made an impact elsewhere.

he's been through a lot: if i had a nickel for every time i saw whitewashed herobrine i would probably be a millionaire. despite being blocks he gets drawn as a stereotypical muscleman (twig herobrines get a pass they have a je ne sais quoi about them). his alive half-brother is a total asshole. people hate him on instinct because some famous jackass or another happens to play the game he's originated from. he's gotten banned from minecraft at least 10 separate times. he doesn't deserve this. he's just really been through the ringer and he really deserves this win.

i love your other guys. i do. except one or two of them but i don't want those guys anywhere near my blog so i'm not naming those fuckers. but for the most part i love like 90% of them and if it were up to me they'd all be given titles for their individual contributions to sexymandom.

but c'mon, y'all, it's herobrine minecraft. someone changed four pixels on the original steve skin and made a complete and utter legend and we can't just let that go unaccoladed forever.

[ID: an image of Herobrine's skin at a 3/4ths angle facing right. /End ID.]

the universe loves you very much, be gay do minecraft and vote herobrine.

#sexymanotd #tumblr sexyman bracket #tumblr sexyman poll #tumblr sexymen #herobrine #okay cool that's my five main tags. hi everyone!!!#txt #orig #solar scraps #hb #oh also benrey fans i respect yall a lot dw. this isn't personal i just need my guy to build up enough speed to defeat reigen next #herobrine and benrey are best friends they told me themselves

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apomaro-mellow · 6 months

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Dimension Hopping Part 5

If I had a nickel for every time I wrote Eddie kidnapping Steve and his parents didn't care, I'd have two nickels.

Eddie adjusted his long brown coat as he looked up to the sky. He could see the trails above of the rails like they were a cage. People touted the Transplanetary Railway like a sign of progress. And it certainly was for the fat cats able to line their pockets with stock money.

"All aboard! All passengers bound for Portales Station, the Sonoran Rings, and Mars via Flagstaff!"

Eddie boarded the train, tipping his hat down to keep a low profile in the car with the other working class passengers until the conductor got the vessel going. He gripped the arm of his seat as he felt the initial lurch of launch but soon stars were passing by with the smoothness of Mercurian butter.

He checked his watch. It was just about the time for his crew to be ready. Eddie got up and moved to one of the fancier cars. He definitely looked out of place to anyone who looked. Thankfully, rich people tended not to notice his kind until they needed something. Eddie looked for a certain face. One he had memorized while planning this heist. It was different from all the others. He and his gang were used to sneaking aboard, asking for all their jewels and coins and then going ghost.

This time it was more personal.

He didn't see who he was looking for at first, but just as he was going to move to the next car, in he came, drink in his hand, with a leisured look on his face. Perfect.

Eddie took his bandana out of his pocket and tied it to his face. Then came right up to the young man, not giving him time to react as he got behind, put an arm around his waist and held a gun to the air.

"Ladies and gentlemen! May I have your attention please?" He knocked a man's wrist with his gun wielding hand, knocking a glass to the floor to get the car quiet. "No, your eyes are not deceiving you. It is I, Back Alley Al Munson. Now I'm gonna make off with your lil prince here and I'd like y'all to let us go quietly. All I want is to hold court with his daddy. So someone make sure the Harringtons get a telegraph asap."

Eddie grinned beneath his face covering when he felt the man in his arms try to struggle. He put a firm hand on his lower belly. The prissy upper crust weren't much in a physical fight but still, he didn't want to bruise that pretty face.

"Settle down, sweetheart. We'll get you back to your manor soon. Just follow my lead."

Eddie nudged him forward with his hips, forcing him to start walking. His target, none other than Steve "the heir" Harrington, looked to all the other passengers in disbelief.

"Is no one going to stop him!? For god's sakes, someone help me!"

Eddie chuckled and took him to the emergency exit door. "Allow me to provide assistance." He jammed his fist on the button, opening up the car to the vacuum of space. Everyone's emergency seatbelts activated as they screamed bloody murder. Steve screamed too when he was suddenly sucked out into space. Eddie went easily right after him, grabbing for Steve as they floated. Eddie counted the seconds.

1...

2...

He let out an exhale as something warm washed over them, pulling them in a new direction. The weightlessness of space was replaced by a solid feeling under them. Steve pushed him off and Eddie let him. He took off his bandana and beamed.

"Told you it would work!"

"Eddie you son of a bitch!"

Steve watched as a trio of men came to them and hugged his kidnapper deep.

"Eddie? I thought you were Al Munson? Isn't he the leader of the Corroded Coffin gang?"

Eddie smirked. "My old man's name is good for something. Helps people take you more seriously if they think you're the scourge of the West Quadrant and not just his scrappy son. Jeffy my man, you did awesome with that tractor beam hat trick."

"Just don't make me do it again", Jeff wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Next time, let's splurge for the helmets."

"What do you all want from me?", Steve said as he stood and took in his surroundings. It looked like he was in the cargo hold of a shipping vessel. A very, very small one. There were crates everywhere, both open and sealed shut.

"Nothing you can give us", Eddie said. "But your pa is kickin' up dirt where he shouldn't. There's way too much land in the Harrington name and now he wants our town."

"Your town?"

"A little place on Earth. Maybe you know it? You stuffed shirts hightailed it out of there the moment you terraformed Mars though." And other places after that. Earth was considered the backwater town of their solar system. Hand been for decades.

"Why would my family be interested in Earth?", Steve asked.

"Hell if we know. We just want him to step off", one of Eddie's members, with a mop of curly hair said.

"You're wasting your time", Steve protested as they started to haul him off somewhere. He got to see more of the ship. It looked like it had been around for a long time. He was taken to a room and thrown inside. Steve had never been in a place with four walls this close together. All the room really had was what looked like an operating table coming out of the wall. Steve felt the thing cushion and realized it was probably supposed to be a bed. He let out a sigh and sat on it.

He had to think of a way out of here.

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"What do you think he meant by that?", Jeff asked.

The gang was sitting in the bridge. Eddie had taken his coat off and was simply in a shirt and dusty jeans. He was twirling his hat around. "Gareth, Grant? Care to weigh in on Jeff's question?"

The other two were playing cards. "I think he meant by Harrington saying we're wasting our time", Grant said.

Eddie thought about it. Steve "the heir" Harrington. Known as such because his father, Silas Harrington, had significant ownership holdings on several planets, their moons, and even the space stations surrounding them. He had also started diversifying and investing stock in the railways. All that meant was that when he was gone, Steve stood to inherit the universe. The wealth of the Harringtons rivaled that of the last remaining monarchies. Taking their precious son had to put a fire in their belly.

But Steve saying it was a waste of time rubbed him the wrong way. He got up and went to the mess to whip up something for them all to eat. He opened up a sealed pack of jerky, tossed some frozen biscuits to the reactor and boiled up some mashed potato powder. He plated it up and served his hard working crew, then thought about Steve. He was drinking when Steve had taken him, so he'd probably eaten already. And going a day or two without food wouldn't kill him.

Against his will, Eddie thought about the days he'd been hungry. When his dad went off on a score, leaving him alone with the barest of essentials. With a huff, he carried a plate to Steve.

"Hope you're decent", Eddie said. He used a free hand to open the door, prepared with a knife in his back pocket in case his captive got brave.

To his surprise, Steve was lounging on the cot. Eddie felt a bit too close to a servant delivering a meal to a passenger, not a hostage. He tried to ignore the curve of Steve's hip.

"Food, for his majesty", Eddie said, putting on an exaggerated voice.

Steve scrunched up his nose as he looked at it and Eddie felt a little satisfaction and giving this spoiled man a bit of ruffage he wasn't used to.

"It probably doesn't compare to the feasts you have in your ivory tower, princess." He held it out to Steve, who sat up to take it in his lap.

"Not a princess. And no, we don't really eat this where I come from." He picked up the jerky. "Is this food or building material?"

"Both. It builds character", Eddie grinned. "Where are you from anyway?"

"Venus", Steve answered before taking a bite of the jerky, struggling with it a bit.

Eddie whistled. Venus, known for its floating cities and beautiful people. Figures Steve would be from there. "I bet you've never even touched real earth." If Eddie's mother, rest her soul, was to be believed, then her sweet baby Theodore had been born right in the wheat fields. As close to the earth as you could get.

He and Steve couldn't be any more different. He put his hands on his hips, watching Steve chew on the jerky for a moment more before going towards the door.

"Well, you'll get plenty of chances to get well acquainted with all of mankind's roots. We should be home in a few hours."

Part 7 coming soon

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#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #corroded coffin #why are space westerns so fun to write?#also pls laugh at my Steve the heir Harrington joke

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bridgyrose · 4 months

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Wasn't expecting you to make Nickle a trans Penny, but that works. But what about the gang meeting him?

(Sure, lets have him meet the gang.)

Nickel flew through the air above Mantle, looking for grimm that managed to make their way through the streets while the walls surrounding the city were being repaired. His eyes scanned the city, nearly pausing as he detected several grimm sirens going off in different sectors of the city. For a moment, he closed his eyes to start to plot a course on the best way to make it to each grimm attack. Once that course was found, he rushed forward, taking care of each grimm in his path.

Green lasers shot from his swords as he flew above each grimm pack in the streets. Though, the longer he took care of them, the more annoyed he became that the grimm almost seemed endless. Sure, it was usually only a pack of ten or so in each section of the city, but after months of protecting the city, it almost seemed like the walls were never getting repaired. Stuck in the role of tired hero.

Nickel stopped as he finished defeating the last pack of sabyrs, catching a few familiar faces down on the street below him. Every instinct told him that he needed to go, to leave before any of them saw him, though, as he saw Ruby down below him, he couldnt help but make his way down to see why Penny held these memories so dear. Memories of team RWBY that never seemed to go away, a haunting memory of his past life. Though, he put his swords away as he landed, looking over his old friends.

“Penny? Is… is that you?” Ruby asked as she slowly stepped forward.

“It is Nickel now.” Nickel took a few steps forward to meet Ruby, scanning her to find out just how much he actually remembered. Memories flooded through his mind in the blink of an eye, watching the girl that had become his past life’s first and only friend for the first few weeks Penny was in Vale. His voice nearly broke as he spoke again, sadness running through him as he spoke again, saying the one sentence he had practiced over and over in case he ever ran into these old friends. “Penny was… unrecoverable.”

Ruby nodded and looked away, holding her arm to her chest. “O-oh.”

Nickel paused as he heard how heartbroken Ruby sounded, confused about why he cared so much about what she thought. Penny had cared deeply for Ruby, and those same feelings had stayed with him. A small sigh left his lips as he took Ruby’s hand, giving a small smile to her. “She would be glad that you are okay.”

Ruby nodded and wiped a few tears away from her eyes. “You look just like her.”

“I… I guess I am her, just a boy now.” No, that wasnt right, he was supposed to be different from her, a brother, right? He wasnt supposed to be her, but… the more he thought about it, the more he found himself being unable to deny it. “What are you doing here? You are supposed to be in Vale.”

“We need to speak to General Ironwood,” Weiss answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

“What for?” Nickel asked.

“Its… complicated.” Ruby moved the lamp on her hip behind her cloak. “Though, we’re not entirely sure how far we can trust him.”

Nickel nodded and looked around at his old friends, seeing there was something they were all hiding. “I think I can get you to him.”

Ruby smiled a bit. “Thank you.”

“I’ll need you to stay here though.”

“Why cant we go with you?” Yang asked. “We need to get to him-”

“Because there is a curfew and travel between Mantle and Atlas is a bit restricted,” Nickel answered, already starting to take off. “I will go talk to him and get you clearance, but I need you to stay with my father.”

“We cant just sit here!” Nora exclaimed, getting her weapon ready.

“Let Nickel go alone for right now, and we can find out a bit more about what’s going on here,” Qrow said. “Storming in to see Ironwood right now may just cause us problems.”

Ruby nodded and smiled up at Nickel. “You will be back, right?”

“I will,” Nickel said as he took off, flying off to Atlas Academy once more. He mentally cursed at himself as he thought about Ruby, already feeling old feelings starting to come back up. He wanted to be him, not Penny, and yet, Penny seemed to be trying to resurface at every turn. Even now, all he could think about was Ruby and how it made him feel. But for now, all he wanted to do was get them an audience with General Ironwood, and then he’d talk to his father to find out how to get rid of these feelings to keep Penny from being recovered.

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #weiss schnee #nickel polendina #trans!penny #one day I'll come up with a name for this au #but god I love the idea of trans!Penny being Penny not recovering correctly #all the memories still there but not Penny #someone different but the same #almost like a brother #but just a different life #nuts and dolts #technically #ruby x penny

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muldxr · 2 years

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An outcast named Matilda

A close reading of Harry’s song and its literary namesake, where it strongly resonates the disabled experience.

Backstory: Matilda began as a children’s book by Roald Dahl - published in 1988. It was then directed and adapted by Danny DeVito into one of the best films of all time - released July 28th, 1996.

Matilda is a young girl stuck in a household with unloving parents and a hostile school environment. She loves to learn and reads several books a week, since she is basically left to her own devices at home. With her newfound telekinetic abilities, she hones this power and eventually stands up for herself, and at the end, finds her own family.

You were riding your bike to the sound of it’s no big deal / And you’re trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels / Nothing ‘bout the way you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now / So you tie up your hair and you smile like it’s no big deal

"You" = Matilda, right off the bat. Riding your bike, literally, perhaps, going from place to place and exploring the world, or, going through the motions and watching time pass by, saying that whatever you've been through is no big deal. The "bike" here is worn down and you're trying to just get by off the meager crumbs you get.

And here's the first link to disability, the first one I actually thought of when I first did a lyric read. Being deaf for me has always brought in a factor of communication struggles for me. always being told, "It's no big deal, never mind, I'll tell you later." If I had a nickel for every time someone told me that, I'd be richer than the 1%. Trying to do everything yourself based on this mentality and the meager love you get from being different.

"Nothing about the way you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now": It isn't until you go out to a different place that may have people just like you, like a school or a special event, when you realize, how you were treated all your life by your family was actually dehumanizing and demoralizing. You internalize that ableism by telling yourself it's no big deal. "Tie up your hair" can be a direct nod to the ribbon in Matilda’s hair, or a coping mechanism or what have you, telling yourself, it's no big deal.

You can let it go / You can throw a party full of everyone you know / And not invite your family 'cause they never showed you love / You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up

The chorus; also, the part that resonated with me the most. It really emphasizes the subject finding a family (everyone you know/people alike them) and making peace with the insufficient memories of the past (not invite your family). The people that aren’t there don’t know the subject well, don’t love the subject, because the subject is so clearly different from them and wasn’t thriving in that environment. Now that they’re older, they’ve grown into themselves and their identity.

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it’s all alright / But I know that you feel like a piece of you’s dead inside / You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days / It’s none of my business but it’s just been on my mind

“All alright” may be a call back to “no big deal” - again, internalizing that trauma and pain of being ignored and hated into something lesser. Not allowing it to harm you, minimizing what you went through.

"A piece of you's dead inside." Link to Golden's "Hopeless, broken," / Lights Up's "The dark running through my heart" / Falling's "what am I now?". This part of me is broken, is not worthy, all the love I was supposed to get is not there, not nurtured enough. Major recognition of the loss of identity and personhood disabled people go through, wrangling with the desire to want human connection and recognition, when being treated like shit makes you feel dead inside.

"Power" / literal reference to Matilda’s power? Or the resiliency of experiencing trauma. I try not to take this as "inspiration porn", which is all too common when discussing abled people's view of disabled people, but the next line is exactly why I feel like this is important to bring up. He's acknowledging the subject's strength, their ability to bring light to the sad moments, of all those times it was "no big deal", of all the rainy hopeless days.

“None of my business...” Harry feels like he doesn’t want to entrench or ask more of the subject, but he cares enough to try to talk it out and learn. Very, very resonant of my abled friends who are willing to learn about my experiences.

You can see the world / Following the seasons / Anywhere you go / You don’t need a reason 'cause they never showed you love / Don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own

You can do whatever you want. You CAN. disabled people are always often told no, they can’t do this, they can’t do that, they’re lesser. But this part is so nurturing and positive, to reassure Matilda she can do anything she wants because she doesn’t owe the family anything.

I’ve never felt genuine love from my own family (mainly extended family but I won’t excuse my parents from this narrative). I know it’s different for everyone, esp with different disabilities and whether it developed later in life or you were born with one (in my case). This is traumatizing. It’s alienating. I don’t know family history. I barely remember my cousins’ names or know anything about them, because they never expressed an effort to communicate with me. So it’s hard to attend events and still feel left out, different, pitied.

You’re just in time, make your tea and your toast / You framed all your posters and dyed your clothes / You don’t have to go / You don’t have to go home / Oh, there’s a long way to go / I don’t believe that time will change your mind / In other words, I know they won't hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go

Welcome home, welcome to the party, welcome to the place where you can be you and not have to ask for anything. “You don’t have to go home” - “home” signifying the old place with the family, the subject’s cut ties with them and Harry’s saying that it’s okay to do that (yet he keeps saying in interviews that Home is not a place, it’s a feeling, with his friends, and That is Interesting)

“They won’t hurt you anymore” - covert/overt ableism can be avoided, all that pain and harm can be unpacked once you’ve left that family, and you can start to heal.

You can let it go / You can throw a party full of everyone you know / You can start a family who will always show you love / You don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own / You can let it go / You can throw a party full of everyone you know You can start a family who will always show you love / You don’t have to be sorry, no

FOUND FAMILY AGAIN AAAA. Finally letting go of a performance of “faking it”, of now being around people who Get It and, in my case, with whom I can communicate freely and easily. Found family is so fucking important, it’s a community, and in this case, it’s such a small world once you’re in it. And figuring out how to do things on your own, how to be independent, how to express yourself fully; these are all things I’m relearning because I was perceived as unable to speak for myself (pun not intended).

The last lyric is a reminder and an assurance to be unapologetically yourself, don't apologize for trying to mold yourself into a world that simply hasn't caught up to accommodate you yet.

Thanks for reading 💚

#harry’s house #meta #tw ableism #disability #this was Very Hard to write. like the most personal thing I think #also i know there’s a wonderful queer analysis of this!!! which is also Correct!!!!! but my post is for my disabled babies only

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bossoftheoss · 2 years

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So last names in TLT tie someone to their house and their duty. It’s helpful as a social construct because a last name can tell you someone’s whole deal, but as a system of reminding cavaliers and heirs exactly what their place and role is, it’s not great. But the various approaches to Gideon’s name tell some interesting stories.

Gideon is called “Nav” by Harrow and her retainers. It’s her name, but it’s also a reminder of her bond and duty. She can’t escape the Ninth. As much as she hates the Ninth, and vocalizes a distance from it, her own narration repeatedly refers to herself as Nav, while reminding us that Nav is a niner name. These subconscious ties are probably a mix of conditioning, some genuine loyalty/caring, and a general sense of wanting to belong somewhere. (Curiously, Nav itself doesn’t derive from a number, but from “navigator”. With what we learn in HtN, Gideon may play a major role in healing The River).

At Canaan house, due to the vow of silence, very few cavaliers or heirs learn Gideon’s name. Cyntherea uses Gideon’s full name, because she’s a manipulator. It constructs familiarity, and the fact that anyone bothered to ask is a significant act of kindness in TLT’s world of ancient honourifics. While he starts with “Ninth” like the others at Canaan, Palamedes makes the transition to “Nav” as the Sixth and Ninth houses become closer. He’s still echoing the troubling tradition of these names, but it’s closer to recognizing Gideon as a person than “Ninth”. We can assume Camilla also knows, and would use, this name if she opted for full sentences. Silas learns Gideon’s full name, but saves it to be used as a powerplay, rather than a humanizing, kind gesture.

Harrow takes the “ownership” tradition of last names and extends it one step further. It’s not enough that Gideon be Ninth. “Griddle” is a petty nickname, but it also binds Gideon’s first name and non-Ninth identity directly to Harrow herself. It’s a childish gesture in many respects, but Harrow is still ultimately a child in GtN. “Griddle” lets her keep Gideon not only for the Ninth, but for herself. However, when she does let “Gideon” slip out, it’s when she’s closest to losing Gideon. It comes out in moments of danger and worry, overriding her petty possessive meanness. She does ultimately care, it just takes death and ruin to make her show it.

In HtN, once she remembers Gideon, Harrow lets herself pull from her whole arsenal of names. She’s using Gideon, Griddle, and Nav interchangeably. She’s done something stupid to make sure she doesn’t lose Gideon, and yet her speech shows that she’s also letting that possessive cloying attachment go, while still holding on to old habits.

The bubble let’s Magnus and Abigail learn Gideon’s name, and they use “Gideon” because to them she’s a Person and a Child. Not a knight or a possession or a tradition.

Ianthe knows Gideon’s name, so she can get it wrong on purpose. Mercymorn knows “Gideon Nav”, and presumably so do the rest of the Lyctors and God. If I had a nickel for every time Gideon got a bunch of exposition after someone from the Eighth called her by her full name...

As of current publications, Harrow’s final referral to Gideon is as Nav, with a magazine that calls back the first interaction between them that we saw. This isn’t a series about erasing an ugly past, but understanding it, recontextualizing it, and growing from it.

#tlt spoilers #the locked tomb #gideon nav #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #harrowhark nonagesimus

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ken-f-cker · 8 months

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Drive the book facts!

following his head-on collision with the mustang, a guy in a pickup truck offers him a ride because 'I’m guessing is you may have good reason not to be around once the Man arrives'

pickup truck guy takes Driver out for lunch and then brings him home as well. if I had a nickel for every time Driver missed that someone wants to fuck him I'd have like a dollar by now

driver drinks with the guy at his trailer until the guy passes out. driver steals his truck and leaves him a 'thank you' note and a stack of $50 bills

one of the memories driver has of his mother is of being nine or ten and watching her put together a mail-order accent table, with her first being happy about it then being upset that it didn't look like it did in the catalogue

also mentioned in this memory is 'Always agree. That was the first rule.' and 'Watch closely: that's the second rule.'

he has his hair 'buzzed almost to the scalp' at a barbershop and then picks up oversized clothes and 'wraparound mirror shades' next door before going to Nino's

at Nino's, he kills a young security guard who's out for a smoke with wire around his neck and leaves a Nino's coupon with 'we deliver' circled in his pocket

that being said the bag wasn't mentioned but there's a line about you got your money back so I think he might have dropped off the bag with the money with the security guard?

Bernie Rose (Bernard Wolfe Rosenwald) and Nino (Isaiah Paolozzi) have known each other since they were six; 'Izzy' is an old childhood nickname Nino had but Bernie's never used it for him until now, telling him that he's going to be out from business with Nino after they take care of Driver

like the movie, stealing the money was also something Nino did on the side without telling bernie

there's also a line about, after they finish a bottle of wine together, 'Old days, they’d jam a candle into the neck, put it on one of the tables. Goddamn romantic.' which I'm choosing to believe means they're divorced™

driver follows Bernie to a Chinese place and breaks into his car while he's eating to get his address from his car registration. he leaves another Nino's coupon, this time with a smiley face drawn on it, taped to the steering wheel

#driveblogging #I Should tag these lmao so. driveblogging it is #drive 2011 #not ken

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de-la-nae · 2 years

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Tales of Dirkerack: Lily

(this short is my Day 1 entry for 2022 Monstrous May!)

Ah yes, Dirkerack. A troubled and troubling city, it was. I suppose still is, perhaps, somewhere. But that's getting ahead of ourselves. Yes, I spent some years there, when I was much younger than I am now. How could I not? I was more of an idiot in those days, and certainly Dirkerack was fascinating. As fascinating as a candleflame is to moths. Yes, I can tell you some little stories about the lost city of Dirkerack.

One thing you have to keep in mind about the kind of place it was, is that they had a love for disasters. Perhaps it was how they dealt with having so many. But what a spectacle they would make of it! And the rulers, well, they certainly had an... unfortunate relationship with some idea of 'efficiency'. So when they one day found they had a vampire problem, well. Well.

No one knew who the poor bastard was in its previous life, or at least no one claimed it. So whatever tragic or ironic or otherwise circumstances and curses had brought everything to its current state, none could say. But one day it was, eventually, realized by some of the people in the neighborhood of Vokar that no one had seen the workers of the Restful Lillies Funeral Parlour in at least a week. The mail was piling up, I suppose.

It didn't go very well, of course, for the first people to check on the place, and probably hadn't gone very well for whoever had dropped by before the discovery got out, either. But to make a grisly tale shorter, as Dirkerack was wont to do, throw enough warm bodies at a problem and eventually one will come back and tell you what it was. And so the vampire was discovered. If there were any records in the Parlour that might have told of who they'd been, they were destroyed or suppressed. Like I said, we never knew who they were. They just became Lilly.

Well there were a few different names for it of course. But that's the one that stuck. The one that folks would use in the street. Because of the parlour's name, yeah? Yeah. "Lily's gettin' a feeding tonight", or "Someone done Lily up in feathers again", and so on. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Once they figured out what it was, there in the Parlour, then the city soldiers knew how to handle it. One of the big muckity priests did a whole whammo, and bound the vampire. And they shoulda killed it, really. But Dirkerack was... well I mean, it was a weird place.

So instead they took that vampire, that blood-drinking killer Lily, and they put it up in Vokar's main square. Right in the middle, well next to the old regent's statue anyway. Put up a special lean-to with a big canvass flap they could pin up if they wanted. And at first? At first they sold tickets.

"Behold! The mysterious hematophage!" and other bunk like that. Flimflam advertisement talk. See the monster for a nickel. That sort of thing. And that was fun for a while. They'd send around a priest to re-bind the vampire every week or so, toss it a few stray animals to eat, people would gawk and pay good coin to see that! Gods know I did. I know better, I KNEW better. But I did. It was... fascinating, really. Moths to a candle, I said, that city was. Moths to a candle.

But anyway, the animals weren't enough, it was wasting away. And sure, most of the locals, we grew bored enough with Lily, but the tourists! Vokar was in something of a slump, you see. And this was just the shot in the arm, I suppose they figured. Remember what I said about efficiency?

Well, there were plenty enough executions in Dirkerack. More than enough to go around. Axeman was making overtime! So someone saw three and six to make nine, and before too much longer you'd be as liable to the Lily as you were to the chopping block.

And you bet that was a sight to see.

...

Funny, how normal a thing can become. Funny how you look back and almost can't recognize yourself. Or maybe, maybe wish you couldn't. Wish I couldn't. Wish I could forget the faces. And I don't just mean the doomed sods fed to the vampire. But... my neighbor's faces, and the tourists'. And one time, in a bit of glass once as I walked away from a feeding, my own face.

And how... strangely similar we were, to the face Lily pulled when it was about to have a person in its claws.

...

Well, I guess someone else might have gotten to feeling the same way, after a while. One night someone, or maybe a few, knocked the watchman silly and set fire to Lily's hut. It didn't survive. Folk in Vokar said they heard its screams in their nightmares for a long time, after.

Still, there were stories, sometimes. Aren't there always stories? Prisoners disappearing, corpses found drained of blood. But there were other things that wandered that blighted city that could do that, and there'd be other vampires besides. I remember at least two more without even thinking about it. Though they never tried keeping one, again. Not out in the open, at least. Still, Lily was a new tale to tell children and drunks on a dark night. Whether it was still alive and being kept in the palace or the prison, or whether it was a ghost to haunt the cobbles of Vokar, or whatever, it just depended on the storyteller.

But I hope it died. They said it died.

I mean, it's not like hardly anyone who'd talk saw the corpse. But that was normal enough. And people were scared enough by the screams, and the fire......hm. Yes, I hope it died.

...

That's enough for tonight. Go home. I want to lie down, now. Put another log on, before you go. There's a lad.

...i hope it died.

#monstrousmay #vampire #fic #monstrous may #monstrous may challenge

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2022 Tumblr Top 10

1). 270 notes - Jul 27 2022

Orb

(See also the followup posts.)

2). 177 notes - May 15 2022

Color Theory in the Shower

3). 167 notes - Sep 5 2022

Nyan Cat at the DragonCon 2022 Masquerade Contest

4). 108 notes - Mar 12 2022

The House Panthers Are Confused With A Sudden Lack Of Couch

(See also the followup posts.)

5). 95 notes - Aug 15 2022

Remember The Absurdly Large Ball Of Yarn From A Few Days Ago?

(Note: this is a full grown, 12 pound adult cat, not a kitten. that yarn’s just that absurdly large.)

6). 70 notes - Apr 12 2022

Prepare yourselves, it's almost time again.

(I can’t go a single year without at least one Homestuck-related post in my Top 10. This one was from 4/12, Homestuck Eve)

7). 53 notes - Aug 12 2022

You ever look at a scene in a movie, and say to yourself, “THIS. This is exactly why they were cast in their later iconic role.”?

(See also this reply post.)

8). 47 notes - Aug 28 2022

Smudge Needed A Day Off, So Lucky Is Filling In

(My first Blazed post, in celebration of hitting 1,000 Followers.)

9). 47 notes - Apr 7 2022

(Weird Al, working Quality Control at the Schcukman Pharmaceutical Company’s Nasal Decongestant Factory)

10). 40 notes - Jun 4 2022

I know I've told the story here before, but I actually found the Netflix promotional shirt I wore to work an after-hours Blockbuster store inventory back in 2000

Honorable Mentions:

My 1,152 Followers (Up 33% from last year).

[tumblr]’s own Year in Review generator , which only lists half the posts of @jetblackcode‘s TumblrTop10 but does offer up a bunch of other stats.

My Miette Halloween Costume post from 2021, which last year at this time was at 428 Notes, but blew up this year and is at 6186 Notes, becoming my most popular post ever.

My reply to a video of Dr. Tatiana Erukhimova stabbing a potato with a knife and hammer, consisting of an image of Bill Nye captioned “Inertia is a property of Matter”. None of the [tumblr] stats tools that I’ve found tell you what your most popular reblogs are, but I was seeing likes and reblogs on that reblog several times a day every day for a few months.

Similarly, my replies to posts by both spitblaze and chansaw. If I had a nickel for every time someone posted advice to new [tumblr] users that was just the text of “This is not a place of honor ...” long term nuclear waste burial site warning, and I replied with a photoshop of the DashCon Ball Pit in front of the proposed “Field of Spikes” warning monument ... I’d have two nickles, but it’s weird that it happened twice. But one of those posts inspired @th3b33skn33s to draw some wonderful art of a genetically engineered Ray Cat hissing angrily at the [tumblr] t in the ball pit as its bio-luminescence genes are triggered by the elevated radiation.

Some impromptu crafting the other day to make more storage for my ever expanding dice collection inspired others to go do the same.

The couch was not the only new furniture that the housepanthers had to adjust to.

Like everyone else, I had a post queued for the April First Crash.

I mess around with Hero Forge a lot, and post my stuff here and on the /r/heroforgeminis/ subreddit. The CEO of the company saw a .gif I had made, and decided that .gif making needed to be an official feature.

The Netflix shirt from 2000 mentioned above, that I found while emptying out my storage unit, wasn’t the only treasure unearthed. This Big Mac styrofoam clamshell did better numbers on reddit than here, but my most popular reddit post is still only a third the size of my most popular [tumblr] post.

And if you hadn’t noticed from two fifths of the top ten list, the household has new cats this year. We still miss the old boys especially around the holidays, but the Voids bring us much love and laughter.

Previous Year’s Top Tens: 2021, 2020, 2019

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Mystery Monday #27: The Gravity Falls Connection

If I had a nickel for every recent Disney cartoon that had an important female character, whose 5-letter name starts with Ma, spend most of the series's penultimate episode locked away in a fantasy world, that was created by the main villain, meant to adapt to her every whim, but once she realizes it's not real, the fantasy world turns against her, while the real world crumbles outside, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice, right?

And, going back for more Gravity Falls, I think the whole of season 3b is basically if Weirdmageddon had gotten 8 episodes instead of 4.

Of course, we all know the Wax Museum (and the episode of the same name) are actually just the Amphibian version of the Mystery Shack.

Now here are some more Gravity Falls references and parallels in Amphibia that you may have missed:

Both shows have an early episode introducing us to a town resident, who goes on an arranged date with the deuteragonist (and would eventually become a recurring character due to their crush on them), while the new character's parent makes a business deal with the deuteragonist's old, money-loving male relative.

Both shows have an episode where the deuteragonist deals directly with the biggest threat to the family business.

When Grunkle Stan is interviewed by The Gravity Falls Gossiper (the fan podcast, not the newspaper), he mentions a man named Thomas Conkelly, who exclusively paints pictures of sad clowns, as the creator of the painting he stole from Bud Gleeful. Thomas appears at the mall in Amphibia's "Froggy Little Christmas" when Sprig is trying to find a perfect Christmas present for Anne.

Both shows have an episode where Stephen Root's character (the incumbent) runs for mayor against said old protagonist and gets demolished... or so we think.

Both shows have an uncreatively named season 1 episode where the old man being a terrible boss finally gets to the deuteragonist, who decides to replace him. Although things go well at first, the new boss makes some crucial rookie mistakes, causing everyone to realize that running a business is a lot harder than it looks and to welcome back the old man.

In both shows, the government shows up in the last season and becomes a major threat.

Both shows have an episode where someone wishes to spend the family fishing trip with their family, but the family is too distracted by a third person to participate.

Both shows officially introduce the nerdy author of the journal about halfway through season 2.

Both shows officially introduce their main (supernatural) villain about halfway through the series.

Both shows have an episode about halfway through the series in which it looks as if the family will have to break up, causing the entire episode to have a somber tone (and the locals are none too pleased with the family's antics), culminating in a scene where part of the family is about to leave one person behind for financial reasons, but they end up reuniting after someone chases down the vehicle.

In both shows, the family gets back from a road trip, but they forgot something important.

Both shows have an episode consisting of three characters telling questionably canon stories (with another character who cannot tell a true story), with the last one having taken place just a few days earlier.

On that note, both shows have a Halloween special, in season 2, consisting of three questionably canon stories, held together by a loose plot.

Both shows have a late season 2 episode where someone is offered the chance of a lifetime, but is conflicted about taking it -- and at the same time, doesn't want to leave town.

Both shows feature (a) black light message(s) in the last season.

Both shows have a prophecy that comes into play five episodes (half-hour blocks) before the finale, and comes to pass at the beginning of the fourth and final part of the finale (even though someone believes it is not necessary).

Both shows have the second season (and the last season) clearly split in two parts, with the second part of the last season being two episodes shorter than the first. (counting Weirdmageddon III as a single hour long episode here)

And both shows either start or end on the protagonist's 13th birthday.

Note that this is not an exhaustive list by any means. Like my list of genius foreshadowing a few weeks ago, I will be updating it whenever I think of more.

#amphibia #gravity falls #references #parallels

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Some Foreign Letters, Anne Sexton

I knew you forever and you were always old,

soft white lady of my heart. Surely you would scold

me for sitting up late, reading your letters,

as if these foreign postmarks were meant for me.

You posted them first in London, wearing furs

and a new dress in the winter of eighteen—ninety.

I read how London is dull on Lord Mayor’s Day,

where you guided past groups of robbers, the sad holes

of Whitechapel, clutching your pocketbook, on the way

to Jack the Ripper dissecting his famous bones.

This Wednesday in Berlin, you say, you will

go to a bazaar at Bismarck’s house. And I

see you as a young girl in a good world still,

writing three generations before mine. I try

to reach into your page and breathe it back…

but life is a trick, life is a kitten in a sack.

This is the sack of time your death vacates.

How distant your are on your nickel—plated skates

in the skating park in Berlin, gliding past

me with your Count, while a military band

plays a Strauss waltz. I loved you last,

a pleated old lady with a crooked hand.

Once you read Lohengrin and every goose

hung high while you practiced castle life

in Hanover. Tonight your letters reduce

history to a guess. The count had a wife.

You were the old maid aunt who lived with us.

Tonight I read how the winter howled around

the towers of Schloss Schwobber, how the tedious

language grew in your jaw, how you loved the sound

of the music of the rats tapping on the stone

floors. When you were mine you wore an earphone.

This is Wednesday, May 9th, near Lucerne,

Switzerland, sixty—nine years ago. I learn

your first climb up Mount San Salvatore;

this is the rocky path, the hole in your shoes,

the yankee girl, the iron interior

of her sweet body. You let the Count choose

your next climb. You went together, armed

with alpine stocks, with ham sandwiches

and seltzer wasser. You were not alarmed

by the thick woods of briars and bushes,

nor the rugged cliff, nor the first vertigo

up over Lake Lucerne. The Count sweated

with his coat off as you waded through top snow.

He held your hand and kissed you. You rattled

down on the train to catch a steam boat for home;

or other postmarks: Paris, verona, Rome.

This is Italy. You learn its mother tongue.

I read how you walked on the Palatine among

the ruins of the palace of the Caesars;

alone in the Roman autumn, alone since July.

When you were mine they wrapped you out of here

with your best hat over your face. I cried

because I was seventeen. I am older now.

I read how your student ticket admitted you

into the private chapel of the Vatican and how

you cheered with the others, as we used to do

on the fourth of July. One Wednesday in November

you watched a balloon, painted like a silver ball,

float up over the Forum, up over the lost emperors,

to shiver its little modern cage in an occasional

breeze. You worked your New England conscience out

beside artisans, chestnut vendors and the devout.

Tonight I will learn to love you twice;

learn your first days, your mid—Victorian face.

Tonight I will speak up and interrupt

your letters, warning you that wars are coming,

that the Count will die, that you will accept

your America back to live like a prim thing

on the farm in Maine. I tell you, you will come

here, to the suburbs of Boston, to see the blue—nose

world go drunk each night, to see the handsome

children jitterbug, to feel your left ear close

one Friday at Symphony. And I tell you,

you will tip your boot feet out of that hall,

rocking from its sour sound, out onto

the crowded street, letting your spectacles fall

and your hair net tangle as you stop passers—by

to mumble your guilty love while your ears die.

#anne sexton #poem #to bedlam and part way back

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I posted 4,927 times in 2022

1,119 posts created (23%)

3,808 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 4,698 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#random - 502 posts

#cogent liveblogs - 473 posts

#moon knight - 320 posts

#stargirl - 233 posts

#taylor swift - 215 posts

#art - 207 posts

#star wars - 164 posts

#stargirl spoilers - 158 posts

#stargirl liveblog - 157 posts

#the rookie - 151 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#but in reality thats one of the strong indications that its not intended as declaration of love and not interpreted as such by the character

My Top Posts in 2022:

If I had a nickel for every time Patrick Stewart’s Professor X has been murdered on screen by a red-headed woman who used to be a hero who could read minds a little and had some telekinesis but then gained godlike powers to alter reality at will making her nearly unstoppable and eventually evil, I would have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice.

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Stephen: Hey this evil magic looks just like my friend Wanda’s magic. I should ask her about it 😁

Wanda: Surprise! It was my evil magic! 😊

Stephen:

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I think the key to celebrities who survive Tumblr is that they understand we’re not here to follow them, they’re here to hang out with us.

We’re here building a fort out of scraps of stuff we found in a dumpster and if Ryan Reynolds would like to sit down in the mud and contribute, he is welcome to. But the fort comes first. Neil Gaiman found an old couch cushion. Wil Wheaton has a cool rock. Sometimes Taylor Swift shows up to say how nice the fort looks. That’s the way of things.

14,858 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

Rating Disney Horse Designs

Cyril Proudbottom (The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad) 2/10 His vacant eyes and grotesque proportions disturb me

The Headless Horseman’s Horse (The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad) 7/10 Stunning. Very dramatic. Powerful look.

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My #1 post of 2022

The spaced out buttons at the bottom of posts make me uncomfortable. Why are they wandering around. Go back to your seats.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Moon knight is REALLY close to my liveblogs numbers for the tags and that's a little wild #Also stargirl thrived on my blog just by being my most liveblogged show haha #long post

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Demon Rehab For Dummies

Summary: (Y/N) started seeing seven demons when she was 10. Through the years they all disappeared, all but one. Namjoon. A demon who has not so creepily, creepily, very creepily been in love with her for years.

Genre: fluff, crack, extremely minimal angst, idiots to lovers, romantic-comedy

Word count: 7384

Rating: Teen

Warnings: mentions of suggestive & kinky themes, a handful of cursing, a story with a plot but not doesn’t exactly have a plot, a stubborn (Y/N) who dismisses love confessions & genuine flirting, an unspoken confession

A/N: Hey! we're back, it's been a while. We're starting school in a while but it will be gamble if we'll be more active or not. Well... we ARE active but just not posting? Yeah, you know what I mean. This has been sitting in our drafts for a while now and we're posting it now... although it's pretty unedited, feel free to address any oopsies. Hope who ever finds this enjoys reading!

At the ripe young age of ten (Y/N) began seeing seven men. Which- would’ve (should’ve) freaked any kid out but you know (Y/N) is just kinda quirky like that so she didn't really mind much. The men were nice and played with her anyway, and the only weird thing was that sometimes they would bring her dead birds.

At age eleven (Y/N) noticed that one of the men was missing.It didn’t affect her much except for the fact that this particular one would help her find things and she’d lost almost all of her socks since he disappeared. Not to mention the increase of bug bites after he left. The darn things seemed like they multiplied exponentially after a month.

By twelve only two of the men had disappeared, at this point (Y/N) not only lived in sandals (she still couldn’t find her socks) but she also couldn’t explain why her hair was burning off every time she tried to straighten it (her lil demon friends didn’t want her to, you’d think after almost 3 years of having men following her around and telling her what to do she’d get with the program already.) Her dog her parents had given her when she was 9 started disappearing quite often after he left. He always came back with a single sock that would disappear the next morning.

By thirteen (Y/N) had developed a crush (more like unhealthy obsession) on one of the men, Namjoon. The third year was also the year when Jimin disappeared, taking all of her favorite shoes with him. That year she had prayed to whoever was listening because her parents really couldn’t afford to keep buying her socks and shoes, and because she definitely couldn’t afford to shave her head.

By fourteen, Hoseok, the man who had cheered her up whenever she needed it, had gone, leaving a tidal wave of bad luck in his wake. He had a great deal in keeping (Y/N) happy, although some of his antics made her want to punch him, it never turned out that way.

When she was fifteen no one left… except for the dog. Aside from that, the only thing that left was her social life (It wasn’t like she had one before but you know it was still a little rough). (Y/N) began to depend more and more on her demons. She had become great friends with the oldest, Seokjin, who cooked for her when her parents went on trips.

At sixteen Yoongi left and the nightmares began. And with the nightmares came the growth of (Y/N)’s relationship with Namjoon. Namjoon became her protector, along with sometimes Seokjin, who still cooked for her and cared for her altogether when she couldn’t.

At seventeen, (Y/N) was informed that when she turned eighteen Seokjin would be leaving, on account that they didn’t need each other anymore. (Y/N) had been torn up when he told her and even more when he left. He didn’t take anything when he left other than a piece of (Y/N)’s heart.

At eighteen, (Y/N) moved away from her parents house with Namjoon trailing behind her (He even had lil demon suitcases and everything,) following her every move.

“I really don’t understand why you had to follow me out of my parents house. I thought spirits are supposed to be attached to a general area…” (Y/N) took to unpacking a box in the small apartment she now lived in.

“(Y/N) how many times do we have to go over this, I'm a demon, DE-MON.” Namjoon clapped his hands with each syllable. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and flicked her wrist at the self-proclaimed demon.

“Demon, ghost, same thing.” She shrugged her shoulders, “same thing as to-may-to, to-mah-to.”

“It is not the same thing!” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) like it was obvious.

(Y/N) snorted, “Okay Casper.” She continued pulling out the items in the box.

Namjoon looked flabbergasted, “CASPER!?” Namjoon put a hand over his chest and widened his eyes. (Y/N) looked up at the demon with a raised brow,

“Geez Casper, why are you so offended? I’ve called you Casper before, Casper.” (Y/N) struggled to keep in her laughter, trying to keep a straight face as she looked at Namjoon.

Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “I think I shall simply cease to exist in your realm.”

(Y/N) looked back down at the almost empty box, “You wouldn’t do that, you love me too much, my dearest Casper.” She said in a singsong voice, “Oh hey I found a sock.” She pulled out said sock from the box, it had yellow stripes. :]

“I think Jungkook took the mate to that when he left.” (Y/N) threw the sock at Namjoon with a loud ‘FUCK!’

“I mean we could try and summon him to see if he’ll return your socks.” Namjoon shrugged.

“I wouldn’t even try.” She started putting the random items in their new places.

“You should put Juno on the window sill rather than the coffee table, I mean cacti do need sun.” Namjoon looked at the little green prickle plant.

“I’m sure if i didn’t tell you how to parent your child, it would’ve been confiscated by child protective services.” Namjoon crossed his arms and looked at Juno who had been (rightfully so) moved to the window sill.

“Casper- Juno is a cactus. There is no CPS (Cactus Protective Services).” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon with her own arms crossed over her chest and an eyebrow raised, “Now if you could- Can you please go unpack a few boxes?” (Y/N) shooed Namjoon away before her eyes widened and she added in, “NOTHING LABELED FRAGILE!”

“You know if we painted a wall or two in here, it would liven up the place so much…” Namjoon looked around the bland apartment, “Maybe an accent wall over here. A floor lamp over there. A new plant in the kitchen. It wouldn’t hurt you to give Juno some siblings.”

(Y/N) looked flabbergasted, “You want me to pop out another child?!”

“No I mean-” Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“-OUT OF MY WALLET?!? MY BARELY 21 DOLLARS!?” (Y/N) got her wallet out and zipped it open. She shook it in the demon’s face, about 26 pennies, 2 nickels, 1 dime, and a quarter fell out. It was followed by a single, folded, 5 dollar bill.

“I don’t think that’s 21 dollars, (Y/N)” Namjoon looked down at the floor, where one or more of the coins had caught onto his feet.

“I have a gift card.” She pulled out the cheap plastic, silver, $25 visa gift card (that didn’t have 25 dollars) with a bit of a struggle.

“How much exactly is on that gift card (Y/N)?” Namjoon eyed the flimsy silver object.

“You expect me to know- I mean probably more than 10 dollars!” Namjoon raised a brow at the statement. “Okay, maybe about 3.69.” Namjoon sighed, massaging his temples. (Y/N) bent down to put the money back into her wallet like a pigeon eating bread crumbs the old lady on the bench threw onto the floor.

Namjoon walked away from the pigeon-girl and grabbed a notepad and pen that was left on the kitchen counter. “We’re making you a to-do list.” He stated, clicking the pen.

“WE haven’t even unpacked all the boxes yet.” (Y/N) whined, pointing at the last large box in the middle of the hallway. Namjoon looked to where she pointed and shrugged.

“It says Christmas decorations.”

“EXACTLY! VERY. IMPORTANT.” she clapped her hands in between each word.

“It’s February.” He said.

“It’s still winter.” (Y/N) reasoned, finally done picking up the money. She plopped herself down onto the small brown couch.

“Okay so first off you need a job.” He wrote it down onto the notepad, the pen scratching being overlapped by a loud gasp from the human in the room.

“You dare ignore me?!” She yelled offendedly at the demon who glanced at her before looking back down at what he was writing.

“You also need to go to the supermarket.”

“I told you I barely have any money.”

“Your parents gave you some money.”

“Oh, you’re right.”

“And also, you should walk to the school and find a short route to get there.” Namjoon pulled out a literal map.

(Y/N) pouted, “I thought you were gonna walk me to all my classes to deter all the frat boys from coming my way…”

“I did say that,” he confirmed before continuing. “But I mean to get to the actual school grounds.”

“But we have a car.” She had drawnout the ‘but,’ trying to make her point that she didn’t need to walk.

“But you need exercise.” He reasoned, mimicking the way she had said her words.

“Are you calling me fat?”

“No.”

“Yes you are.”

“(Y/N) i’m not.”

“Yeah you ARE, Casper.”

“Would you PLEASE call me by my actual name for once?”

“Sure thing. Rap Monster.” She teased, the ground started shaking. (Y/N) let out a loud screech looking up at the demon who’s eyes were rolled back. “OH FUCK YOU!”

The shaking died down, Namjoon staring down at the girl who was now underneath the coffee table. “This is why you’re still here!” she cried.

“You want me gone?” Namjoon questioned, offendedly. (Y/N) army crawled her way from her ‘safe spot.’

“I DIDN’T SAY THAT!” She yelled, returning the offended tone.

“I’m out,” Namjoon pivoted on his heel, walking to the front door robotically.

“Noooo!”

“Will I ever see my socks again?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon with hope, “I mean having shoes would be great too though.”

“What’s wrong with living in sandals? Birkenstocks are very comfortable.” Namjoon pivoted around with a candle in his hand.

“It’s winter.” (Y/N) frowned.

“You could always use mine?” He gestured to the shoes at the shoe rack at the front door. The ones that were closed toed…

“Your feet are too big.” (Y/N) looked over at the shoes, then looked down at her own feet, then at the demon.

“Size didn’t matter Last night with your sweaters?”

“That’s different, Namjoon.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Size.” Namjoon smirked.

“Different.” (Y/N) stood confidently.

“You know, you could always just go buy new socks?” Namjoon looked at her oddly.

“I usually wait to get them for Christmas, you should know this by now.”

“Independence.” He stated.

“You’re a hypocrite.” Namjoon let out a ‘huh?’ and (Y/N) continued, “You said independence when you’re dependent on me.”

“That isn’t my fault.” Namjoon raised his hands in defense.

“It kind of is though…” (Y/N) shrugged, Namjoon opened his mouth to retort but was quickly cut off, “I’m literally a rehab center for you.”

“Apparently you’re not a nicely rated one.” Namjoon shook his head.

“I’ve helped 6 other demons, Namjoon. You’re just being difficult.” (Y/N) poked his chest really hard before retracting her hand.

“Ouch,” he put his hand over his heart where she had poked him, “You shouldn’t be saying these things to your client.”

“I didn’t ask to get a client or even BE a rehab center.”

“The reason why you became a rehab center was because you decided that humans were ugly and disgusting.”

“The reason why you ended up with me was because you did something bad and you just now decided to be a good person and it’s not turning out well for you.”

“For your information, I could have left a long time ago.” Namjoon crossed his arms, with an audible exhale from his nose. He stared down at the rehab center.

“And why didn’t you, hm?” (Y/N) crossed her arms also with a raised brow. Namjoon kept quiet, debating how to answer, keeping eye contact as if it was an olympic staring contest.

“You.” He said. (Y/N) snorted, ready to insult the patient. “-would’ve starved to death by now if I hadn’t stayed with you until now.” He finished, (Y/N) gasped, reaching up and hitting Namjoon on the shoulder.

“You. Jerk. Get. Away. From. Me.” She hit him harder every word before waddling away into the hallway from the chuckling demon.

“No problem,” Namjoon disappeared with a veil of sparkles out of view.

(Y/N) thrusted open the door to her new bedroom. Continuing her waddle to the end of the full size bed. Facing the head board, she plopped the top half of her body onto the bed front first. Namjoon reappeared about 6 feet away from her with a loud poof and a burst of sparkles scattering around the room.

“Go away.” (Y/N)’s face was still shoved into the mattress, “Seriously shoo.” (Y/N) lifted her arm off the bed to wave him off.

“I won’t go. You can’t make me.” Namjoon walked towards the bed hesitantly, scared to get fucking murdered by his prison warden, “Move over. Give me some room.”

“Go sleep in my closet.” (Y/N) flipped the demon off.

“You’d prefer nightmares over your dearest Casper?”

“Yes.” Namjoon sat down on the bed, his knee almost hitting the girl’s head. “I thought I said in the closet.”

“And I prefer the bed.” Namjoon leaned forward and took (Y/N) by her hands and pulled her closer to himself with an annoyed groan from her. She was pulled until her head was laid on his chest, wrapping his arms around her.

“I hate you.” (Y/N) grumbled into her demon-pillow.

“I know.”

“You live because I allow it, and that is it to be my flesh pillow.”

“Okay, now sleep.”

“But why do you have to leave?” (Y/N) looked up at her bunk buddy, her chin was impaling the person’s chest.

“I have to. I'm ready to go.” Yoongi looked crestfallen, “They said I could have one more night. But then, when I leave, I can pass on my role.”

“Could you maybe not steal my socks?” (Y/N) pouted at Yoongi who chuckled in response. “This is a genuine request.” She said with slight seriousness in her tone.

“You don’t have any to steal anyways,” he rolled his eyes with an endearing smirk that replaced his dispirited look just seconds before.

“Ok just- don’t go stealing any of my clothing, I need it.” (Y/N) clicked her tongue, not denying the fact that she was sockless.

“I won’t. I don’t need your clothing.” Yoongi shrugged, “I might take your guinea pig though. Meatloaf is cute.”

“YOU wouldn’t DARE take Meatloaf from me.” She glared

“I can and I will.” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest and looked towards the cage that housed Meatloaf. (Y/N) groaned, unlatching an arm that was sandwiched between the bed and Yoongi’s back. She planted her palm smack in the middle of the demon’s face, covering his view of the poor guinea pig.

“No.” She patted his face, Yoongi’s eyes now squeezed shut.

“I can lick your hand.” he threatened, his voice muffled and jumpy from the wacky hand.

“You’re gross,” she moved her hand up, now only covering his eyes and revealing a gummy smile from Yoongi.

“It’s sleep time,” he declared. (Y/N) whined in response, “I’ll be here in the morning to say goodbye one more time okay?”

“Promise?”

“Never said that,” he hummed.

“You jerk,” she groaned, laying her head sideways. Her ear over his heart, engraving the sound into her mind.

Like a cliche love story, (Y/N) woke up to no one but herself on the bed. Through groggy eyes, she could see that poor Meatloaf was gone too.

“I tried to stop him from taking Meatloaf I swear.” Namjoon uncrossed his arms from over his chest when he noticed that (Y/N) was awake.

“Did you really?” (Y/N) sat up in bed.

“I did, I swear,” he said immediately, “I have proof.”

“By proof, do you mean you broke something?” Namjoon took a deep breath figuring out whether or not to say yes or no.

“I… never said that.” He decided on dying, his words drifting off in nervousness.

“So… you did?” She concluded, Namjoon nodded slowly, his eyes down on the floor.

“Yea…” (Y/N) sighed, trying to find anger to cover up a tsunami of sadness that was approaching.

“It’ll be okay. We can summon him every once in a while. Maybe while we’re at it we can try to get your socks back.” Namjoon smiled and hoped it would make her feel better while the reality of things had begun to set in for him. All of the boys loved (Y/N) with all of their hearts but he was the only one willing to stay for the long run.

“I don’t think people want to go back to a rehab center, Namjoon.” (Y/N) let the tears begin to pour.

“(Y/N) it’ll be okay…” Namjoon went over to sit on the bed next to (Y/N), “Seriously we’ll get through this.” Namjoon put a hesitant hand onto (Y/N)’s shoulder and began trying to comfort her.

“I know- I know but-” (Y/N) sniffled, “Hold on, my mascara will run.”

“You’re not wearing any?-” Namjoon raised a brow and looked at (Y/N) like ‘bih-’

“Shush.” (Y/N) shushed Namjoon before shaking off his hand and placing her head on his shoulder.

“You know you can’t prevent me from getting a boyfriend forever.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon before continuing to pack her bag for school.

“I can and I will.” Namjoon slung his own bag over his shoulder. He was definitely a professor.

“You can’t make me be single forever.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and slung her backpack onto her shoulders.

“Your preferences in men are horrible (Y/N), I'm not trying to prevent you from getting a man.” Namjoon said in a matter of fact voice, moving and opening the front door, letting (Y/N) pass through before he walked out behind her.

She scoffed, “maybe you should hook me up with someone, maybe then you can leave rehab.”

“I miss Meatloaf,” Namjoon said solemnly, changing the subject.

“Why do you always change the subject when I bring up my love life?” (Y/N) complained, stomping her foot as they walked down the hallway of the apartment building toward the elevator.

“Do you think Yoongi will respond if we try to summon him?” He ignored the question.

“Hey Joon? Is your dick ribbed? I heard all the demon dicks were ribbed.”

Namjoon stopped in his tracks, putting his feet together and staring down at the human with a face screaming ‘what-the-fuck?’ (Y/N) had a boxy smile on her face, waiting for a response. “Who the fuck did you hear that from?”

“A fanfic I read, it was a group called DTS,” she shrugged. “Is it right though?” she leaned forward slightly in high expectations.

“Well-” Namjoon paused, “uhhh…” his eyes darted around. “Mine… isn’t.”

“Damn- that’s really disappointing,” (Y/N) frowned, throwing down an imaginary hat onto the ground and continuing walking with Namjoon following behind her.

“Why is it disappointing? You’re a virgin.” Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

“Why would you think I’m a virgin?” (Y/N) looked offended. They stopped in front of the closed silver elevator doors, Namjoon hit the down button before responding.

“You literally had no social life in middle and high school and depended on demons who were attached to you by force in order to not lose your ability to speak in English.” Namjoon raised a finger, “Plus I’ve known you since you were ten and unless it was before that… I would know.” He slipped into the elevator, turning around and walking backwards. A know-it-all smirk plastered on his face while (Y/N) had an annoyed look on her own.

“Can we just- stop before we start arguing about my sex life?” She marched forward into the elevator like a preteen going into their room after an argument with their parents.

“How did you even become a professor?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon confused. “Couldn’t you have just you know… poofed yourself from people’s view when I go to school?”

“I need something to do while you’re in class. I might as well teach asshole frat boys how to do business math amiright.” Namjoon chuckled.

“I mean… you can just be the ghost you are and haunt me n’ stuff?” (Y/N) suggested, “I mean you already do that, Casper.”

“That’s Professor Casper to you.” Namjoon laughed too hard at his own joke.

“Ew,” (Y/N) cringed. “I’d rather call you Daddy Casper.”

“Only in the bedroom.” Namjoon looked at the human.

“Sex doesn’t always have to be private.” (Y/N) stared back at the demon, flipping her hair back. “Wait- are YOU a virgin then?” She asked, bringing back the topic from earlier, but this time about Namjoon.

“Classified.” Namjoon glared.

“So you ARE a virgin?” (Y/N) snorted a laugh, “And you call yourself a demon.”

“Not all demons are incubi or succubi, your demon-racist.” Namjoon accused.

“I am not demon-racist.” (Y/N) looked up at the tall demon, “I’m human.”

“You’re not a human, you’re the personification of the word ‘dumbass.’” He said, poking the proclaimed dumbass on the forehead.

“Rude of you to assume what I am, Casper.” (Y/N) smacked away his hand and pushed Namjoon not so gently on the shoulder.

“Now you’re the hypocrite,” Namjoon glared, “Professor Casper.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Daddy Casper.”

Namjoon frowned, “If you’re so persistent on not calling me Professor, then just Daddy works fine.”

The girl shrugged, “I’d prefer to just call you Daddy Casper, but without the Daddy part.”

“But what if I want to be called Daddy Casper.” Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as they walked through the gates of the school, the walk soon enough would be coming to an end.

“Woahhhh down bessie.” (Y/N) lifted her hands and moved them in a downward motion, “Save it for the student who’s gonna try to fuck you for their grade.”

Namjoon laughed again, “You say it as if it won’t be you trying to fuck for an A.”

“I don’t get how an idiot like you got a job as a professor.” (Y/N) punched Professor Namjoon on the shoulder who was still laughing at the insult he pulled out his ass against the girl.

“I don’t know how an idiot like you got into college.” Namjoon rubbed his shoulder and then pushed (Y/N) back with a grin on his face. The bell conveniently rang, ending the conversation and forcing the pair to speed their way over to the classrooms.

“You know I saw one of the sorority girls eyeing you, I think we’ve found our fuck-for-a-grade person.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “You wouldn’t fuck her right?”

“I would never fuck one of my students.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “Plus I don’t like cheerleaders, I like depressed freshmen who can see demons and that double time as rehab facilities.”

“I am not a rehab facility. I am a struggling freshman.” (Y/N) clapped at Namjoon.

“No you’re not a rehab facility, you’re my rehab facility.” Namjoon smiled cheekily, “And the way I see it you are not a struggling freshman, you live with a professor that helps you with most of your homework.”

“Eh- The one thing you don’t help with is stress relief.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “The least you could do is let me go out and find a boyfriend.”

“You HAVE a boyfriend.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) seriously.

“WHERE? WHO?” (Y/N)’s eyes frantically searched the room.

“HERE! ME!” Namjoon pointed at himself and then widened his eyes.(Y/N) looked at Namjoon with a raised brow, her frantic eyes stopping and looking the demon up and down.

“I didn’t know you had a rental-boyfriend service?” (Y/N) said in genuine shock, “I don’t have any money though so-“

“You don’t have to rent me.” Namjoon scoffed, “I’m right here and I cost no money.”

“I don’t take charity work, sorry.” Namjoon groaned and covered his face with a hand.

“You’re literally the most stubborn person I know.”

“I’m trying to keep my single streak here, thank you very much.”

“Wait so we aren’t dating?”

“You thought we were dating?”

“You didn’t think that?”

“You like me?”

“You didn’t know?”

“I mean- you never said it-”

“I literally said it seconds ago, (Y/N).”

“Well yeah, seconds ago I guess but I mean before?”

“I literally confessed to you when we were looking for apartments to move out of your parents house.”

“When?-”

“What about this place then?”

“I like it.”

“More than you like me?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“Are you questioning my love for you?”

“Bitch, maybe I am.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Why shouldn’t I be questioning it then, hmm?”

“I’m literally helping you look for a home that we both will move into.”

“That proves nothing.”

“Bitch- If that doesn’t say ‘I LOVE YOU’ I don’t know what does.”

“Oh, I don't know. Maybe saying ‘I love you’ straight up?”

“Fine.”

“I love you.”

“Nice.”

“Ohhhhhh.” (Y/N) smiled, “You meant that?”

Namjoon looked at her with a blank face. She stared back waiting for an answer that didn’t come.

“So… you do mean it?” She confirmed it herself. The demon nodded slowly, waiting for her to process it.

“(Y/N)? You good?” Namjoon waved a hand in front of her face.

“You know,” she started, finally having rebooted her system. “There’s a lot of things wrong with this relationship. First of all, you’re a demon and I'm a human.”

“Not the first time I've heard of that type of relationship.”

“Secondly, you’re supposed to leave soon considering you’ve delayed it enough. Even using my personified dreamcatcher as compensation to stay longer.”

“I’m pretty sure at this point, they’ve given up on trying to get me back.”

“Third of all, it’s weird that you’ve literally known me since I was ten.” She held up ten fingers, “How old are you again?”

“Not that old for a demon,” he shrugged.

“Exactly. For a demon, thank you for proving my point.” Namjoon went to retort but (Y/N) continued. “Fourth, teacher and student relationships are weird.”

“People roleplay it in the bedroom?” Namjoon shrugged once again.

“Exactly,” she said again.

“It’s technically not weird since you’re not my student though. You’re definitely not a business major so…” Namjoon weighed the pros and cons of being caught with a student even if said student isn’t even one of his.

“I’m an English Major- BUT that’s besides the point. You’ve still known me since I was ten.” (Y/N) poked Namjoon’s chest.

“Hey it’s not like I was creeping on you when you were a kid…” Namjoon raised his hands in defense.

“No you just started creeping on me when I was around sixteen.”

“It’s more acceptable than pedophiles!”

“You’re like three hundred!” She exclaimed, she threw her hands above her head to

“Add about seven-hundred years to that.” Namjoon added with slight hesitation.

(Y/N) stood there, mouth agape, trying to do the mental math.

“You’re one-thousand?!”

“Give or take some.”

“I- I’m going to remove myself from this situation.” (Y/N) walked away.

[:] I ran out of image things, so we get text from now on. [:]

“Maybe I should start sleeping in the closet.” Namjoon voiced his thoughts as he was grading papers one night.

“You don’t have to sleep in the closet.” (Y/N) looked at the demon from across the kitchen table.

“The closet is comfortable.” Namjoon shrugged before voicing his concerns about the student’s work, “I’m pretty sure this student is gonna try to suck my dick for an A. This work sucks ass. How did she even get x=34? The answer is x=0!”

“I’m bad at math, don't look at me.” (Y/N) jotted a note down on her work before closing her notebook.

“But anyway- Back on track. Why do you want to start sleeping in the closet?” (Y/N) raised a questioning brow.

“Because the bed is awkward now.” Namjoon sighed before writing a bold ‘10/35’ down on the paper and circling it. (Y/N) glanced over at the paper that was marked red at every inch of it.

“You should put ‘see me after class’ on it. Maybe she’ll suck your non-ribbed demon dick.” (Y/N) suggests as she puts away her notebook. Namjoon’s fist hit the table in annoyance with a loud sigh that definitely said ‘i’m not getting some dumb bitch to suck my dick.’ The girl snorted, “Geez, no need to be so rough on the table.”

“Stop bringing up my non-ribbed demon dick.” Namjoon glared across the table.

“You admit that it’s not ribbed? That’s rough, man.” (Y/N) sighed sympathetically. “Some people are into that, you know.” Namjoon facepalmed, a bit too harshly, a loud smack echoing in the cramped apartment. “No need to be so rough, Casper.”

“You’d probably like it rough, and why the hell are you so bent on the fact that my dick isn’t ribbed?” Namjoon glared, moving onto the next student’s paper.

“We’ve taken the god damn BDSM test together, Casper. You KNOW I'd like it rough.” (Y/N) said in a smart-ass tone, knowing for a fact that they’ve done the test before.

“That shit lies,” Namjoon declared, “I’m not a bottom.”

“We know sweetie, we know. The test did you dirty.” (Y/N) weighed her options before ultimately deciding not to cross the room to comfort her demon. “But you know, the test DID have some direct questions-”

“You mean like the golden showers?”

“Ew, why would you even bring that up.”

“You said ‘direct questions.'” Namjoon shrugged.

“That question was traumatic.” (Y/N) shuddered, “But anyway, You can keep sleeping in the bed. It’s only awkward for you. Plus you can’t even be a demon dreamcatcher from a closet.”

“I can and I will. Now go get ready for bed. I'll join you in a bit. I have to email the kids' advisor.”

[:] Oh wow, another spliter [:]

“What’s awkward about this?” (Y/N) asked, ignorant to the fact that it was very awkward. Her legs were wrapped around the demon’s waist, who was laying down as straight as a log uncomfortably.

“Everything is uncomfortable.” Namjoon tried to push (Y/N) off of him.

“This is where you’re wrong,” (Y/N) states. “Your chesticles are very comfortable.” She furthered her point, by moving her head and weirdly nuzzling her cheek into his chest.

“(Y/N) get off of me.” Namjoon was now really uncomfortable.

“No.” (Y/N) pulled Namjoon’s log-body closer.

“Please?” Namjoon wiggled some more, “Seriously (Y/N) get off.”

“No…” (Y/N) held Namjoon tighter, “Imma go sleep now.”

“Ok (Y/N).” With that Namjoon pushed (Y/N) up and off of him and climbed out of bed and into the closet.

(Y/N) whined, “Nooooooo!” She looked at the closet through her eyebrows. “Are you hiding something from me?” She accused the demon.

“Excuse me?” Namjoon opened the closet door a bit.

“Oh my god- are you a closet gay?” She gasped loudly.

“WHAT?” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) from the crack in the doorway.

“It’s okay! You don’t need to use a fake confession to hide it from me.” She comforted the demon, “I will support you 1000 percent.”

“I’M NOT GAY!” Namjoon wiggled around in the closet before emerging from the space.

“Okay okay- but just so you know, there’s nothing wrong with being gay, Casper. Closeted or not.” She hummed, her words being muffled as she slowly put her face into the mattress.

“It’s been awkward since you basically called me a cradle robber, you stubborn piece of shit.” Namjoon blushed at his confession.

“I thought you didn’t care about that earlier.” (Y/N) looked back up, taking a deep breath of air after almost suffocating herself.

“Well I did.” Namjoon huffed out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“Well that sucks,” (Y/N) said blandly, “I was thinking of saying I love you.”

“The fuck- wait,” Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“Night night.”

[:] Cockadoodle-Doo it's morning [:]

The next morning came around quickly for (Y/N), though I wouldn’t say the same for Namjoon. Having him overthinking the “postponed” love confession from (Y/N). Meanwhile, though the night was quick, the morning dragged the girl by the toilet paper stuck at the bottom of her shoe.

Frown plastered on her face, seemingly deep in thought. She was unmoving in her seat aside from her wrist moving to stir the half eaten cereal in front of her. Namjoon sat across from her, “You can stop thinking, you’re going to hurt your head.”

The insult snapped the girl out of her concentration, she looked up and clicked her tongue. “I was just thinking about you. You want me to stop doing that?”

Namjoon raised a brow, “Depends on what you were thinking about.”

“I was wondering if we could summon the boys,” (Y/N) smiled before continuing, “Maybe get my socks back…”

“Are you saying you’d enjoy the company of your socks more than you with me?” Namjoon asked rhetorically with a shocked expression. (Y/N) gagged and rolled her eyes.

“Namjoon…” she said with a honey coated tone. “Are you saying you don’t know that I know you’ve used MY socks before?” The accused had a shocked look on his face that looked like he was on the verge of throwing up.

(Y/N) started snickering, amused by the demon’s expression. “As if I'd use your cheap ass yellow striped socks,” Namjoon aimed his nose at the ceiling. The girl laughed harder, finding the insult to her socks a bit too amusing.

“Okay, back on topic,” she said in between giggles, “We’ll get back to this later.” Namjoon shook his head, unamused unlike the person across from him.

The offended sock insulter cleared his throat, “We should have enough time before we need to go to the school to summon one of them.” He said in a factual voice, (Y/N) nodded as she took a glance at the time that read 7:23 am.

“What did we need again?” She got up from the stool she sat on, abandoning the poor soggy cereal. Namjoon got up also with a hum of thought.

“Candles and a lighter are the main things, obviously,” He says. (Y/N) nodded going into one of the kitchen cabinets for the items. “And if we’re summoning all of them, we’d need offerings…” Namjoon drifted off.

(Y/N) put down the candles onto the marble counter and looked at Namjoon questionably, “So… we need another hamster and dog?” This made the demon pause before nodding slowly, the situation becoming a bit more difficult than it needed to be now.

“And then what about Hobi? What he took wasn’t exactly… a physical object?” She also put it into consideration and clicked her tongue. “I’m still mad at you for sacrificing my literal source of happiness and good luck for yourself.” Namjoon’s jaw dropped.

“I thought we were past this!” He threw his hands up in the air, (Y/N) flipping him off simultaneously.

“Maybe you were,” she sassed, pointing fingers with a half assed glare.

“Technically, it wasn’t a sacrifice, (Y/N).” He said, crossing his arms.

“Well-” She was cut off by the demon.

“Nuh uh, It was just him choosing to leave and wanting to stay,” he snapped, not in a harsh way though.

“But-”

“You know what, let’s just try and summon them another day. I don’t think it’d work anyways.” Namjoon said, dismissing the topic by waving his hand, taking a glance at the tree outside.

[:] Wooshy flash back time I guess [:]

“Why are you still here?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “I mean weren’t you supposed to leave this year?”

“I was supposed to leave instead of Hobi last year. I asked to stay.” Namjoon was sitting nonchalantly in one of the lounge chairs in her parents' living room reading the book she was supposed to be reading for school.

“Why didn’t you leave when you were supposed to?” (Y/N) looked at the demon, a look of confusion evident on her features.

“Who else is supposed to write your book reports for school?” Namjoon smirked while holding up the book before going back to reading said book.

“Then why did Hobi leave? Did he not want to be attached anymore?” (Y/N) began to tear up.

“It’s not that. I asked to stay because I felt I wasn’t ready to leave yet and Hoseok felt he was ready to leave. Most of the time, we leave when our time comes (Y/N). Hobi and mine were at the same time and I wanted to stay so I stayed.” Namjoon smiled at (Y/N).

“But why didn’t Hobi want to stay?” (Y/N)’s tears were flowing freely at this point.

“(Y/N)! Are you crying?” (Y/N)’s mom came rushing downstairs to investigate why her only child was crying.

“I’m fine.” Even (Y/N) wasn’t convincing herself, “Really Mom, I’m just over exhausted. I’m gonna go up to my room.”

[:] And back to the present :) [:]

“Are you almost ready to go?” Namjoon popped his head into the bedroom, “We have to leave soon if you want to be on time for school.”

“I’m almost ready, relax. And don’t you have a class to teach and a non-ribbed dick to get sucked by that one bitch for an A?” (Y/N) scoffed from where she was printing an essay that Namjoon had written the night before.

Namjoon started counting down from five, “Five- You better fucking get your ass in gear or you’re gonna be late. Four- Seriously (Y/N). Three- Professor Howard can’t give you another pass just because he likes you. Two-” Namjoon got cut off by (Y/N).

“I’m ready, asshole.” (Y/N) looked at him, “You better not let that bitch Brianna suck your dick.”

“I won’t let her suck my dick!” Namjoon raised his hands in defense, “What about my toes though?” (Y/N) looked at the demon with a face of disgust and looked at him from head to toe.

“Are you Namjoon or Taehyung?” She squinted, looking at his face.

“It was a joke!” Namjoon smirked, “But I'm sure she’ll do it for an A anyway.”

“I’m done with this conversation Casper.” With that (Y/N) slung her bag over her shoulder and left.

“Hey wait!” Namjoon grabbed his own bag before speed walking after (Y/N).

[:] Professor Casper or Daddy Casper? [:]

“SO.” (Y/N) sat down across from Namjoon in his office, “Rumour has it that you’re dating a cute english-lit major and are up for evaluation. What say you in your defense?”

“I mean I am dating a cute english-lit major. But I’m not up for evaluation, I used my demon charms to get out the punishment.”

Namjoon looked at (Y/N) seriously.

“Did you actually?” (Y/N) gaped at Namjoon.

“No. I explained that dating you is punishment enough.” Namjoon smiled, his dimples popping.

“Bastard.” (Y/N)looked at Namjoon.

“Bitch.” Namjoon smirked at (Y/N) before leaning over the desk and kissing her on the forehead, “I love you.”

“Good.” (Y/N) blushed.

There, through the window of the office, there were 6 peeping toms watching the couple.

“Adadada-uda,” Taehyung stuttered, “THEY’RE SO CUTE!”

“This looks like it’d turn out like a straight porn video on the hub,” Yoongi says bluntly.

Jungkook looked at Yoongi, “Ew straight.”

“Moving on,” Seokjin cleared his throat, “Does anyone remember when (Y/N) said I love you back?”

A series of “No’s” could be heard.

“Maybe we weren’t watching!” Jimin raised his hands, “But when were we not watching?”

“Oh I know!” Hoseok interrupted, “When they split up because of classes earlier. We left Yoongi hyung in charge just in case something happened.”

“I took a nap and must've missed it.” The guilty demon shrugged.

“No, (Y/N) definitely isn’t someone who confesses straight up.” Seokjin said, stroking his chin. The rest nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, that's why she didn’t have a man when we were still there.” Jungkook snorted.

“No JK, we all know the reason why (Y/N) was always single. Was because she was pining after Namjoon.” Jimin stated the obvious.

[:] Damn. Imagine having someone to kiss in public. Or at all. [:]

“So how do you reckon the staff caught onto us… I mean PDA really isn’t our thing.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “Who have you told?”

“I haven’t told anyone!” (Y/N) frowned, “Maybe someone saw us go home together? I bet it was that bitch Brianna. She gives off the stalker vibes.”

“I’m not gonna let her suck my dick.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “And she’s already failing my class so even if I did let her suck my non-ribbed punisher, she still would probably only have a D-.”

“Hey- I thought we stopped referring to your dick as non-ribbed.” Namjoon raised a brow, making a face that said ‘you’re-the-one-who-started-it.’

Reading his expression (Y/N) glared at the demon, “Technically you’re the one who started it because you freely admitted it freely.”

“What makes you find out the hard way that my dick isn’t ribbed?” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) suggestively before flopping namtiddie first into the couch.

“I think I would've preferred finding out the hard way.” (Y/N) flopping onto Namjoon’s hard back.

“So I can’t even have the couch to myself?” Namjoon groaned before realizing what (Y/N) meant by ‘finding out the hard way,’ “Are you saying you rather had found out in the heat of the moment after having prepared yourself for a ribbed demon dick?” Namjoon leaned his head up to bump (Y/N) who still had her fat ass on his back, “I can’t breathe, get off.”

(Y/N) rolled off of Namjoon before plopping herself down in front of Namjoon, “That’s exactly what I am saying.”

[:] Smh stalkers at every moment [:]

“And I got a big fat ass!” (Y/N) shook her ass while singing off-key.

“Your ass is everything but big, baby.” Namjoon passed (Y/N) to reach for the garlic from the spice cabinet.

The girl turned and looked at Namjoon with an offended look, “You know. As my rental boyfriend, you’re supposed to be nice.”

Garlic forgot, Namjoon turned to (Y/n) and grabbed her waist, “I’m not your rental boyfriend and you know that.”

(Y/N) laughed, “Okay go off I guess, not my rental boyfriend.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes before pushing Namjoon away.

“Woman,” Namjoon placed a hand over his heart, “You wound me.”

(Y/N) turned around and smiled at her demon, “I could argue that you’re the one that wounds me.”

“I do not wound you.” Namjoon scoffs, “But I could very well wound you if you keep saying i’m a rental boyfriend, love.”

“Well we wouldn’t want you to wound me now would we,” (Y/N) smiled up at Namjoon before leaning in and placing a quick peck to his lips, “I love you.”

Namjoon smiled before returning (Y/N)’s peck with a chaste kiss, “I love you too, baby.”

*Meanwhile from the dining room 6 men were watching from not so afar*

“Hyung! Hyung! Did you see that!” Jungkook excitedly pointed towards the couple in the kitchen.

Yoongi groaned, “See what?”

“Le gasp! How could you have missed that!” Taehyung held a hand over his heart, “(Y/N) initiated affection for once!”

Jin smiled, “It really was adorable.”

[:] Oh look, you're at the end. [:]

“Every kiss begins with consent.” Namjoon wiggled his shoulders while grading papers at the table.

(Y/N) smirked before leaning over the table and planting a large whet kiss on Namjoon’s cheek.

“Rude.” Namjoon scoffed before pulling (Y/N) in for a proper kiss.

“You know that kiss didn’t have much of my consent in it.” (Y/N) smiled before leaning in for another kiss.

“I don’t think I consented to that either though.” Namjoon smiled.

“Get back to work baby.” (Y/N) nudged Namjoon towards his pile of papers.

“Yeah yeah.” Namjoon smiled before looking down and putting a big red ‘F’ on a paper clearly marked Brianna Simms.

“When will she just drop the class?” (Y/N) chuckled, “Dumbass.”

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malfoysstilinski · 4 years

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A-Z Fluff | DRACO MALFOY

MASTERLIST

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

At first, Draco hated the way you stood up to him since he liked to feel in control of everything and everybody, but it quickly became one of his favourite things about you.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Draco didn’t grow up in the most loving or accepting of households so he’s worried he won’t be a good father. However, he knows that one day he wants to learn how to be one with you.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Draco loves to hold you close to his chest. He loves to wrap his arms around your frame and tug you as close as possible, your face nuzzling into his neck where you can smell his cologne and he can stroke his fingers through your hair or trace patterns down your back, sure that you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Draco would be the best date planner, though he would never admit it. He’d try and do something with you every weekend at Hogsmeade, but also, every once in a while he would set up picnics or show you his favourite quiet spots. You spent most Friday evenings at the Astronomy Tower. He loved to make you blush and spoil you with dates. Also there would be a lot of study dates in the library, tucked away from everybody else.

E = Everything (You are my ___ e.g my life, my world...)

When Draco said you were his everything he meant it. After falling in love with you, he wasn’t sure how he’d lived comfortably before. He was sure that if he were to ever lose you then that would be it-- nothing would matter anymore.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Draco knew he had fallen in love with you when he took you to the Yule Ball and you’d ended up dancing with each other even when the band had packed up and left. Looking down at you in his arms, Draco realised that he wouldn’t do this for anybody else-- it must be love.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Draco would be surprisingly gentle when it was just the two of you. He didn’t have to live up to any expectations. He treated you like a princess, never grabbing you too hard or raising his voice at you. Draco would always deny it, but he was a softie for you.

H = Hand/hold (How do they like to hold? How do they like to hold hands?)

Draco likes to hold your hand wherever you are. It’s a subtle reminder to others that the two of you are together and he loves to feel close to you all the time. His lanky fingers would intertwine with yours and he’d offer reassuring squeezes whenever necessary, or if you had zoned out.

I = Impressions (First impressions)

It was on the train to Hogwarts during your first year. Draco looks down at everybody, but when he first met you he couldn’t help but think you were beautiful. He was bitter towards you at first because of it-- a typical eleven year old.

J = Joker (Are they into pranks?)

Not really. Draco was never one to partake in pranks himself, growing up being told off for such things. He’d rather use his words on anybody else. However, when you did a prank on him, at first he’d be startled, but he’d quickly laugh and scoop you up into a hug, shaking his head in amusement-- so long as the pranks never went too far.

K = Kisses (How do they kiss?)

Draco is a slow, passionate kisser. He likes to keep a hand on your neck or cup the back of your head, bringing you close and reminding you you’re his. Depending on the mood, his kisses could be rougher and unapologetic, but in public, he sticks to a kiss on the forehead or the cheek.

L = Little things (What little things do they notice/love?)

Draco notices that you like to fiddle with the Slytherin ring on his finger. He pretends not to notice as he sits and talks with his friends and he puts his hand on your lap more often, silently encouraging you to do so. When he feels it slip off his finger, he’ll turn and watch you experiment with the ring on your own finger for a few seconds before placing it back and fiddling again. He loves it.

M = Memory (Their favourite memory together)

Draco’s favourite memory of the two of you is during your sixth year. He’d been stressed about Dumbledore and fixing the cabinet, without telling you. You’d dragged him to Hogsmeade and the two of you drank Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. He was still feeling quite low as you left, but you’d hurtled a snowball at his back, starting a snowball fight that meant he felt like a child again for a little bit. It had ended with you tackling him into the snow, lips pressed together and giggling. That memory was one of the only ones that made him smile when he thought back on his sixth year at Hogwarts.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Draco spoilt you all the time. No matter how much you insisted he didn’t need to, it was one of the only ways he knew how to show affection. Slowly he learnt that you appreciated just being with him more than you did the expensive gifts, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like to treat you to whatever your eyes may wander towards at Hogsmeade every now and then.

O= Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)

Your house colour. When he sees it he thinks of you in your robes and tie and can’t help but smile a little.

P= Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling. Draco likes how sweet it is and he can call you it in front of your friends without it being too intimate.

Q= Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)

Draco would never admit it but he’s quite an insecure person, especially about you finding somebody better than him and leaving him. He’ll always ask if he did something wrong if you’re upset one day, even when it has nothing to do with him.

R= Remember (Their favorite memory of each other.)

His favourite memory of you is when you took him to your home for a few days over the summer holidays. He loved watching your face light up as you showed him around your bedroom, picking up your belongings and telling him the stories behind them. He learnt so much about you that day.

S= Sad (How do they cheer themselves/ each other up.)

Draco doesn’t like to admit when he’s sad. He’ll distance himself for a little bit before he feels like he can come back to you and you hold him instead of him holding you, running your fingers through his hair. When you’re sad, Draco is quick to do the same for you, wrapping you in hugs and offering to hex whoever made you so upset.

T= Talking (What do they love to talk about?)

The future. Draco tries to be realistic about the future, but he can’t help but love the way you often describe an even better one. He lays awake at night and thinks about your conversations, wishing that one day they’d come true.

U= Universe (Use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious.))

You were his lighthouse. You guided him home and gave him light where he felt there was only danger and darkness. He needed you more than anything.

V= Very (___ their thoughts about each other. (e.g. she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying. etc.)

Draco thought you were very passionate. He hated when someone put you down for speaking excitedly about something-- in fact, nothing made him angrier.

W= Why (Reasons why they love each other.)

You gave Draco a choice and made him feel like he had somebody on his side unconditionally.

X= Xylophone (What’s their song?)

As the world caves in-- Matt Maltese

Y= You (The ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese.))

You’re the words to his story. You made him a better person.

Z= Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)

You would plead for a dog and Draco would, of course, give in and get you one. He would fall in love with the dog too after a while

#a-z fluff #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #harry potter imagine #draco #malfoy #harry potter #imagine #draco x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy x reader #fluff #oneshot #x reader

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skyfallslayer · 2 years

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Come Hell or High Water (We'll Survive)

(Part 2 of The Captain, The Soldier, The In Between Series)

SERIES MASTERLIST

Main Masterlist

Summary: Bucky and Steve recall the first day they met. Two twins who always got themselves in trouble, and a boy who always seemed to get in the middle of it. Who knew that friendship could start out from hatred?

(Post Endgame; Pre FFH and TV Shows, except everyone is alive in this AU)

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairings: Bucky x Rogers!OFC; Platonic Steve x Rogers!OFC

Warning: Bullies/Bullying; Period Typical Sexism implied; Minor blood; Asthma attacks; Both the twins and Bucky being jerks to one another

Author’s Note: Let me know if I missed anything. This can also be read as Y/N if you like. I do NOT own anything Marvel related, nor the gifs that are in this picture. Just the story plot and my OC. This is also PART 2 of this series. Please read part one found on the masterlist above. Enjoy!

“Hey.” He says, getting Steve to look over, a smile plastered onto his face. “Do you remember when we first met?”

Yes. This was another invite down memory lane.

The two men ignored as the beer’s taste flushed their cheeks, as they managed to smile.

How they met was an… interesting story. How you may ask?

Because would you believe me if I told you that the infamous trio started out from hatred?

Let that sentence stick with you as your mind wanders back to the very beginning. Let’s take you to before everything in modern day. Before aliens invaded Earth, or gods tried to rule the planet, or before there were even a team of remarkable people trying to do good. Let’s take you back to-

-1925-

School was coming to an end in the ever growing city of Brooklyn. Kids waited anxiously for the classes to be dismissed, so they could run home to play and lie around, or a quick run to a nearby store for a lollipop sold for a nickel. That’s what it should be for all the children in half an hour. Except-

Maybe for three.

A wall lined up with old wooden chairs, one of the far ends was occupied by a brown haired nine year old, who had his head resting in the palm of his hand as he stared off into space. A few seats down, two blonde kids sat next to each other, both scoring short hair and a look of shame.

None of them had said a word to each other since the “incident” earlier, and they all decided to keep it that way. Because they both knew if they spoke, they would immediately try to pin the blame on one another, causing yet another fight.

And they did not need another right now.

Soon, the door to the school’s principal’s office opens. A tall, middle aged man with thick prescription glasses took a good look at them. Disappointment oozed off him, clouding the room with his negative energy.

“Rogers Twins.” He said, bitterly.

The boy and girl perked up at their names, but didn’t hesitate to slide off their chairs and follow inside. The door slams shut, shaking the room they stood in. The siblings stayed close in front of the desk, watching as the principal -Mr. Weathersbee- plop down in his desk chair, fingers lacing together to rest on the surface.

A suffocating pause was present, as the siblings were finding it hard to meet his intense gaze.

“Well? Care to explain what that was all about?” He asked, getting nothing as a reply. He sighs loudly. “How come… every time there’s a fight on this property it’s always you two and Mr. Barnes in the center of it?”

Steve opens his mouth to speak, but his sister, Jayden, already beat him to it.

“Hey, we weren’t the ones who started it!” She says, her fiery attitude kicking in. “And as for Barnes, he always finds a way to get in the middle of it.”

Steve looks mortified at what she just said, fearful of the damage she had done by talking back. He touches her shoulder, swearing he could feel her blood boiling underneath. “J-Jade…” He begins, quietly.

“Miss Rogers, there is NO back talking!” Weathersbee said, slamming his hand against the table, cutting them both off. “Give me an actual explanation.”

Jade raises an eyebrow in disbelief. “An actual explanation? I just did you-”

“Jade.” Steve said, butting in before she really crosses a line. He mentally sighs and faces the man again. “Forgive her outburst, but my sister is right. We didn’t start that fight with those older boys. As for Barnes, he really does seem to show up when those things happen.”

Weathersbee’s frown seems to worsen, as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Why can’t I have kids who don’t lie in my school?” He asked, more to himself than to them.

“We’re not lying!” The twins said, defensively for one another.

“Stop calling my sister and I a liar!” Steve barks back, which was pretty much the last nail on the coffin.

The older man’s hands turned into fists. “You know what…” He grits through his teeth, the vein on the side of his head more noticeable. “BARNES!!”

The door soon opens, with Bucky looking like he wanted to be somewhere else. “Yeah?” He said, sounding annoyed.

“I want to talk to you. As for the Rogers twins, I want you two to wait outside. I’m not done with you yet.”

The twins frowned and did what they were told, but not before the three children exchanged cold glares at one another. The door shuts behind them, and they could hear Weathersbee’s loud and muffled voice that was tearing Bucky a new one just like he did with them.

They didn’t even bother taking a seat, they just stood in the middle of the room, waiting to see what was next.

“I hate him…” Steve panted. It took a lot for him to dislike someone, but if anyone dislikes his sister then he’s got a problem with that.

Jade nods. “Yeah. Same.” She agrees, angry going away when he notices her brother’s shallow breathing. “Steve?”

“Y-Yeah…?” He was starting to get pale, and his breathing was becoming even more uneven. He looked like he was trying to get some air into his fragile lungs.

“Inhaler, Steve.” She said, taking his shoulder, looking at him worriedly.

“Huh…? Oh…” He tries to shake the sudden fog in his mind away. “Yeah…”

He pats his pants’ pockets, feeling around until he finds his inhaler, using it to get the much needed oxygen back into his system. He started to sway a bit on the balls of his feet, which if it wasn’t for his sister’s hand on his shoulder, he would have toppled forward.

“Better?” She asked, watching him nod.

“Yeah…” He replies, truthfully.

“Was that the first attack today?”

He shakes his head, knowing not to lie to her. “No. I might have had one after the fight.”

Her eyes widened. “Steve! You should have told me! I would’ve told the nurse to send you home.”

“Yeah, but you would have skipped school with me.”

“To take care of you because ma’s still at work.” She heard him sigh under his breath. “Come on, Stevie. You know I’m right.”

“I know, I know, but it’s not like the principal’s going to let us go home.” He replies, his eyesight straightening out. “Let’s just see what our punishment is, and we will go from there.”

Jade frowns but stays quiet just for the sake of not arguing again.

Soon, they heard the adult yell their names from the other side of the door, and headed inside. Coming close to the desk again, they could see irritation radiating off Bucky. Looks like Weathersbee really did a number on him too.

“Alright, children, due to the incident today in school, punishment must follow.” The man explained, watching closely to see if anyone would lip off before continuing. He holds up a small piece of paper. “This here is an address to an office. I need you three to go there and pick up some important forms needed for next week. Just pick them up, and then bring them back here to me.”

Bucky snatched the paper sending a small glare before reading the address (the twins leaning into his view). His brows curled inward, his blue eyes trailing back to their principle.

“This is like forty blocks away.” He points out.

“And?”

Is this guy for real? The boy thought. “It’ll be almost dark by the time we get back. And then you expect us to walk home afterwards?”

Weathersbee returns the look. “Is that going to be a problem?”

“Yeah. You’re going to allow three middle schoolers to walk after dark without any supervision? My parents will still be at work, and the Rogers’ mom will still be at the hospital working.”

Jade raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Stalking us now, Barnes?”

Bucky pursed his lips, annoyed with her now. “Blondie, seriously, help me out.”

For being only eight, her eye roll game was strong. “First of all, don’t ‘blondie’ me, and second, Like I ever…”

“Jade-” Steve begins, lightly hitting her in the arm. “James has a point, you know.”

She flashes him a look of disbelief, just as Bucky chuckles.

“See? Why can’t you agree like your brother?” He says, earning another glare. “For being twins you two are completely the opposite.”

“You want to go a round, Barnes?” Jade asked through her teeth.

He takes a small forward. “I’d like to see you try, Blondie.”

“Okay, Jade-” Steve begins, squeezing his small body between them like a barrier. “Take it easy.”

“Oh, now you’re taking his side?” Jade asked, making her brother give her a look like she had three heads.

“What? I’m not taking-”

“Hey, I thought you were on my side?” Bucky said, hands on his hips.

“I’m not on anyone’s side! I’m-”

“Seriously Steve/Rogers?!” The two of them shouted, which caused them to all break out in a yelling match.

The three children went back and forth, all of it sounding like word vomit to the principal, who’s vein on the side of his face bulged out and pulse. He takes one long deep breath, before slamming his huge fist into his desk, rattling everything on it. The three of them froze and paled, both straightening up as they prepared for the worse.

“Okay…” He begins, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Okay. Do what I tell you, or else you’ll be in bigger trouble than you actually are.”

“But-” Jade begins, but stops when he puts his hand up.

“Don’t test me, girly. Just get it done. Now.”

And off they went…

Unfortunately.

With tightness in their shoulders and stressed filled aura followed them along the path, sticking with them with every block that felt like an hour to cross. The sky was starting to peel orange, and people seemed to slowly disappear from the streets.

Or was that just from the ‘joyful’ looks on their faces?

“This is so dumb…” Steve said, after a long period of silence.

“Yeah, no kidding.” Jade agreed.

Bucky sighs, kicking a small rock as he did that bounced into the deserted road. “What does Weathersbee take us for? Errand boys?” He asked, crossing his arms. “I would even be here if it wasn’t for that fight.”

Jade casted a look back at him, knowing exactly what he was implying. “Then why did you infer if you didn’t want to be involved?”

He throws the look back at her. “I didn’t infer. You two just so happen to start a fight when I’m around.”

“Oh, so it’s our fault that we get into fights?” She asks, stopping and facing him head on.

“Seems so, Blondie.”

Jade narrowed her brown eyes, all while Steve gave the boy a slight push in the chest.

“Hey! It’s not our fault! It’s not like we’re asking for it!” The older twin said, defending them both.

“It sure seems like it, Rogers! You get into one every single day! It’s miraculous that you’re still in one piece.” Bucky bites back, shoving him too.

Steve stumbles back a little, holding his chest and fighting back the urge to start coughing. He wouldn’t look low to him. Not now. He needed to remain strong until this was all over.

But it looks like that was the last straw for his sister though.

“Hey!” She says, standing between them. “Okay, yes, we do get involved in fights a lot, I’ll admit that. But it’s not because we want to, I mean-” She points to her brother. “Look at him. Not to mention all the sickness inside him that he can’t control. That’s why the bullies pick on him, and when they pick on him, they pick on me too.”

She frowns and steps another step closer. “So that’s the truth, Barnes. Because family looks after one another, even at the lowest points. So maybe before accusing us of things, you should get the whole story first.”

He clenches his jaw, staying quiet as she snatches the crumbled up address paper from his hand. She smoothes it out and gives him one last look.

“We’ll take care of this since this seems to be our fault anyway.” She finishes, and she and Steve turn on their heels to walk away.

“But wait, I can-” Bucky begins.

“No. We got this. Besides, don’t you have sisters at home to take care of?”

And then there was silence again. Still a bit tense, but it was quiet.

The twins continued their long pace down blocks of buildings and sidewalks. Almost half an hour passed as they tried to get to this office as the sky started to turn into a dark blue with an orange hue. It started to get cooler too, making Steve tug on his jacket a bit while his sister sighed into the dusk atmosphere.

“I was a little harsh, wasn’t I?” Jade asked, guilt sitting in her lower gut.

Steve shrugs. “A little, but… You always were the hotheaded one.”

Another sigh. “I don’t know. Maybe I should have listened to him too. I shouldn’t judge him without his whole picture.” She smiles a little. “Kind of ironic, right?”

Steve follows her expression. “Right. Ugh!”

The two of them suddenly stumbled into something rough, throwing them on their heels a few steps backwards. Once steady enough they look up, only to grow pale at another unfortunate event today.

Seriously, why couldn’t they catch a break?

It was the kids from their school, two years above their own grade, who were surrounding them like vultures ready to eat their small prey.

And of course they were the bullies from the school fight earlier.

Steve unconsciously brought his skinny arm in front of his sister, who started chuckling nervously.

“Oh… hey, boys.” She said, and it all went downhill from there.

They were thrown into an empty alleyway nearby that almost mimicked the feeling of being in the school’s hallways. One of the boys had pinned Jade off the ground and on a wall while the leader of the group gave Steve a good punch to the stomach. The blond wheezes through his nose, falling on his knees as his breathing starts to go hectic.

“Hey! He has asthma! Let him breathe!” Jade said, squirming to get out. “Let him breathe!”

Another kick to his side had Steve almost blue at this point,

“You know, we asked for lunch money yesterday, Rogers, and you still haven’t given it to us.” The leader said, smirking.

“Yeah. When we saw you walking around after school, we thought it might be the perfect time to collect our pay.” Another bully said.

Steve could only make a muffled noise, which earned a kick again.

“Hey!!” Jade said, elbowing her holder. The bully got irritated and slapped her across the cheek, causing her to cry out.

Steve seemed to be aware just enough to see that, and made an attempt to say her name before his head was pinned in the dirt by the leader’s shoe.

“Come on, Rogers-” He egged, applying a bit of pressure. “Just hand us our money and we will be on our way.”

Another muffled reply was enough for the leader to get tugged on the back of his collar, before getting struck in the back harshly. Everyone faced the new challenger, which was none other than another kid they all knew too well.

Bucky cocks his head to the side, looking mad. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” He asks, hands shaped into fists already.

Jade looks up, holding her cheek in surprise as the leader scoffs.

“Barnes…” He says, removing his foot from the twins’ head. “Are you seriously helping these losers?”

Bucky’s blue eyes quickly trailed to Jade, noticing her expression, then to Steve who looked almost relieved that he was here (and took note how offly pale the boy was getting at each passing second).

His eyes went back to the bully, showing him that he’s serious. “When I see people getting hurt, I know where my place is.”

The leader scoffed again. All respect for Bucky beforehand was long gone as he threw a punch.

At least attempted too.

Bucky did his best to hold his own as all three of them came after him. He was just lucky that he let his dad show him a few defense tricks so he wouldn’t get completely beaten up. Eventually, his attempt at being a ‘white knight’ seemed to click inside the bullies’ heads, and realized that he wasn’t going to back down as the sun started to disappear over the horizon. The three of them waved Bucky off like the jerks they were, screaming that this wasn’t over, and would be back again for another round. But did he really care at all at this point? Because it looks like to him they were scared that an eight year old won this match.

He wipes the bit of blood from his split lip, taking in a long breath as he looks down the alleyway again. Jade was steadying her brother, rubbing circles on his back as he took long gulps of oxygen through his inhaler. Bucky finds himself frowning and walks over, stopping to look down as some color returns to Steve’s face.

“You good?” Jade asks her brother, who nodded.

“Yeah. I’m good.” Steve replies, giving her a shaky thumbs up.

Bucky's frown deepens as he says, “I’m sorry.” He watches as the two of them look up in confusion and decides to clarify. “I guess… I was being a bit of a jerk. I shouldn’t have said any of those things to you guys.”

She shakes her head. “No, I’m sorry.” Jade said, helping her and Steve to a standing position. “I shouldn’t have said anything either. I was being a jerk too.”

“I was too…” Steve mumbled, ashamed of himself.

“No, it’s just…” Bucky sighs, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Look, I don’t hate you guys, I’m just worried actually. I see you get into fights all the time, and I feel like I need to be there for some reason. I don’t know why. Maybe… I just wanted a friend?”

The twins smile a little at this, but nod in understanding.

“We don’t either.” Steve explains. “I guess maybe we just need a friend like you too. Me and Jade really only have each other. Which… I guess that’s a bit sad in some way…”

Bucky chuckles, and flashes his pearly whites. “Okay, well… let’s start over, shall we?” He places a hand on his chest and says, “I’m James Buchanan Barnes.” His face falls flat moments later though after he sees them scrunch up their noses. “What?”

The twins spare each other a look.

“We know a lot of James’.” Jade said, truthfully.

Bucky raises an eyebrow. “I thought you guys said you don’t have any friends?”

“We said we know a lot of James’, doesn’t mean they're our friends.” Steve points out.

“You need a nickname.” She adds.

Bucky chuckles again. “Okay, but why?”

“Because we all have nicknames.” She gestures to herself. “I’m Jayden Grace Rogers, but I go by Jade.”

Steve raises his hand. “I’m Steven Grant Rogers, but I’m called Steve most of the time.”

“You need a nickname.”

“Okay, but what though?” Bucky asked. “My mom calls me Jamie sometimes. Do you want to call me that?”

Jade shakes her head. “Nah. We need something different. Something unique. Like…”

“Bucky?” Steve suggested, earning a happy hum from his sister.

“Yeah, Bucky. Like from Buchanan.”

The brunette ponders on it for a minute before smiling again. The name was slipping deep into his bones, welcoming him like a warm hug. “Okay, then. Bucky it is.”

That got a nice cheer from the blondes, before the moment dies down again.

“So, I guess we should get going again?” Steve said, ready to move.

“Not in your condition, Steve. You need to get patched up. Does your mom keep a first aid kit at home?” Bucky asked, concerned.

“Yeah, but shouldn’t we do what Weathersbee asked?”

“Forget him. Besides, if we explain what happened today to our parents, I think we don’t have to worry about any of this. I’m pretty sure they would like to speak with him tomorrow.”

Steve smiles. “I guess you’re probably right.”

“Shall we get you home, then?”

“Certainly.”

The three of them exited and trailed back in the direction of their homes, all close to the shoulders like how it should have been from the very beginning.

Jade looks up at the taller boy, grateful to say these words to him. “Thanks, Bucky.”

He flashes her a cheesy grin. “Don’t mention it. Besides, I’ll always be around the corner when you guys need help, okay?”

And sure enough,

He always was.

There’s a thin line between love and hate, and that sure enough played out for years to come in this unique friendship. They were always in each other's back corners, always there for support or to hang out to overcome boredom. From the playground, to each other's homes, to sneaking into Coney Island with a few cents in their pockets, nobody saw the three of them separate.

And that was just fine with them.

“So what exactly are we even supposed to write?” Bucky asked, now fifteen years old and laying across the picnic blanket. He had one of his arms as a pillow, while his other held up an assignment for school.

“Career path, Buck.” Steve explained, fourteen now with his back resting against a big oak tree. “Mrs. Green wants to know what we want to be when we grow up.”

Jade chuckles. “I think it stupid.” She replies, taking a lick of her vanilla ice cream. She wipes the small spill of milk from her lips as the boys give her a puzzling look.

“Why though?”

She shrugs. “Because, they’ll judge anything that we put on there. I mean, look at me, I always thought I should be a nurse like Ma.”

“What’s wrong with being a nurse, Blondie?” Bucky asked, still confused.

“Nothing wrong with it, but I know if I put that down there, they’re still going to expect a different outcome. So what? I become a nurse, and when I suddenly get married I have to be a stay home housewife? No way. I ain’t doing that.”

“Well that's why you gotta change that, sis. Prove all of them wrong. So even if you do have kids, you can always find a way to work if you still want to.” Steve replies, encouragingly.

Another shrug and a lick. “I guess…”

“Well, I always thought about being a mechanic or something like that.” Bucky said, smiling. “I want to be able to help shape the future, because I know it’s going to be great. Well, unless I get drafted, then I’ll pursue my dream afterwards.”

“Being in the army might be nice.” Steve said, thinking. “I always heard stories about dad and thought it was very honorable. I know I’m not in the best of shape, but It’s worth a shot, right?”

“I believe in you, Stevie. Maybe all the army needs is heart.” Jade said, patting him on the shoulder.

“Yeah. Maybe.”

“But whatever happens, we’re still going to still stick together right?” Bucky asked, sitting up with a serious face.

“Hell yeah, Barnes. There’s no way we won’t.” Jade replies, happily.

“Til the end of the line, remember?” Steve adds, earning a chuckle from the brunette.

“Right. Til the end of the line with you all.”

“Hey.” He says, getting Steve to look over, a smile plastered onto his face. “Do you remember when we first met?”

They recalled the memory like it was yesterday, and the two grown men laughed at how childish they really were.

“I can’t believe we acted like that to each other.” Steve said, brushing a stray tear from his eye.

“Steve, we were eight and nine, of course we acted like that.” Bucky replies, holding his stomach.

“We were something, weren’t we?”

“We sure were. Still are.”

A comforting silence as the wind blew gently, and both super soldiers took note that they could no longer hear the tv from the common room anymore; So the brunette quickly checked the time.

“Well, I guess I should be heading to bed.” Bucky announcing, standing up and stretching out. “I want to be able to beat Wilson in our sparring match tomorrow.”

Steve shook his head. “Whatever you say, Buck.” But as his friend started to step through the sliding door, he perked up at something he remembers. “Oh, wait! Here!”

He hands him the photograph of the three of the together in their uniforms.

Bucky held his hand up. “Oh no, Steve. I can’t take that.”

“Yes you can. Listen, Stark didn’t just put his finger over the lens, he also was the king of just snapping a photo every few seconds. I got copies.” The Captain explained, showing off some nearly identical copies of the photos.

Bucky relaxed at that, and gratefully took it carefully. “Thanks.”

“Night, Buck.”

“Night, Steve.”

The two soldiers parted ways, but also stared at the only photo they had left of her. Being a lover and a sister, they both could never express enough how much she meant. And so there last thought tonight was-

“Goodnight, Jade.”

(Part 1) (Part 3)

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Billy Russo A-Z Fluff

A = Attractive, what do they find attractive about the other?

Other than the obvious (your body) Billy loves your eyes. He often finds himself in a trance when looking into them and is mesmerised by the love and adoration apparent when you look at him.

B = Baby, do they want a family? why/why not?

Billy does want a family in the future, and he wants it with you. Though absolutely terrified to have children, some of his fear is removed with the knowledge that you’ll be by his side. He knows that he wants to be better than either of his parents ever were so that his child has a better childhood than he had.

C = Cuddle, how do they cuddle?

Billy wouldn't openly express his love for cuddling, but he does love it when the two of you get the time. He always finds it comforting and calming when he wakes up and falls asleep with you in his arms.

D = Dates, what are dates with them like?

With both of you leading busy lives, most dates are at your shared apartment. But whether it be takeout after work, a romantic home-cooked meal or a movie marathon, the both of you cherish the time. When both of you have free time, Billy makes an effort to take you out for a proper meal at whatever new restaurant has opened.

E = Everything, you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

Billy believes that you are his light. He’s been fighting his entire life and can get swept up in the violence, but you serve as a reminder of the good.

F = Feelings, when did they know they were falling in love?

Love is a foreign concept in Billy’s life; it hasn't been something he’s experienced or felt as much as he should've. And so, with his lack of knowledge, Billy didn't realise he was falling in love with you until he was already well on his way.

G = Gentle, are they gentle? If so, how?

Billy Russo and gentle are two words that are not often associated with each other. Billy is violence, seriousness and bloody fists yet he allows you to see a softer side. He does little things that matter: making sure you’re covered by the comforter, ensuring he’s there when your sick or stressed, and other things that help your day-to-day activities.

H = Hand/Hold, how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

Billy doesn't hold hands when the two of you are at Anvil and surrounded by his employees. He doesn't mean to, but once in the building, he’s in work-mode with his serious, business persona. Other times he regularly holds your hand, particularly when the two of you are out in public. It's comforting that he has a grip on you so he can pull you to safety if something were to happen.

I = Impression, first impression/s

Billy first met you at a local bar. He’d been there to blow off some steam and you to drink away the bad day you’d had. He first saw and approached you when overhearing some man hitting on you despite your protests. Billy thought you looked beautiful in the red-illuminated lights with your curled hair and black jeans.

J = Joker, are they into pulling pranks?

Billy’s not big on pranks. Sure, the two of you will joke around, but you never plan elaborate pranks against each other. He’s done small things like hiding behind a door and scaring you as you walk past, but that's pretty much as far as it goes.

K = Kisses, how do they kiss?

Billy’s kisses are either slow and delicate or passionate and rough - there's no in-between. It all depends on his mood and the situation. If he's happy and content, then he peppers you with gentle kisses that express his love. If jealous, angry or filled with lust, his kisses are rough and passionate and often leads to other activities.

L = Little things, what little things do they love/notice?

Billy’s trained to notice small and often overlooked details about people, and so it's no surprise that he picks up on your quirks rather quickly. He noticed and loves how you prefer old movies when in a bad mood and how you hum under your breath when bored and happy.

M = Memory, their favorite moment together

Billy has many favourite memories with you, but if he were to choose one, it would be the morning after you first spent the night together. He woke to see your angelic face illuminated by the light shining through his bedroom windows. You'd both spent the morning in that bed together, admiring each other and talking.

N = Nickel, do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

It's no secret that Billy is rich, and though he works hard for his money, he has no qualms about spending as much as it takes on you just to see you smile. He’ll spoil you every day, gifting you things you do and don't need because he believes you deserve it all. To him, he wouldn't be a good partner if he couldn't provide for you and spoil you.

O = Orange, what color reminds them of their other half

You remind Billy of the colour white. It's pure, innocent and untainted, just like you. To some the colour may been cold but to him, it's fresh and complete.

P = Petnames, what petnames do they use?

Billy’s preferred pet names for you are ‘love’ and ‘darling’. He uses them most when the two of you are alone and being domestic: “what do you want for dinner, love?” and “darling, stay in bed a little longer.”

Q = Questions, what are the questions they’re always asking?

Billy almost always queries why you're with him. You're so perfect, innocent and bright and he's dark, broken and violent. To him, you're way out of his league, and he could never truly deserve you.

R = Romance, how romantic are they? Cliche or creative?

Billy is a ladies man, and as such, knows how to woo someone. On date nights and especially anniversaries and birthdays, he pulls out all the stops to make the night memorable. To be honest, there's nothing he wouldn't do for you. Billy prefers to express his emotions in a more unique way than the cliche red roses and teddy bears. But if that was the sort of thing you liked, you can be certain he’d do it.

S = Sad, how do they cheer themselves/each other up

If Billy’s in a bad mood, all he needs is you. You can't fix whatever started his mood, but being there helps him clear his head and find a solution. If you're in a bad mood or sad, he knows cuddles and night spent together will help.

T = Talking, what do they love to talk about?

Billy loves to talk about your day - not because it's overly interesting, but because he loves to see you so passionate and happy. He also loves the conversations you have when you both wake and the playful banter after a long day at work.

U = Understanding, how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Billy knows you well, really well. He’s good at picking up on details and accommodating to them in a relationship. Billy is empathetic with your experiences, however, sometimes not immediately. Sometimes he gets angry at first, vowing to hurt whoever hurt you back. But after he's calmed, he recognises that you need comfort like he has many times before.

V = Value, How important is the relationship to them?

Billy hasn't had many people in his life who love and care for him without strings attached. So, when he finds someone who does, it's important to him. He believes your relationship is one of the best things that ever has and will happen in his life.

W = Why, reasons why they love each other

Billy loves your nature; your forgiving, gentle and peaceful nature. It's a contrast to his and one he adores. He loves how you stop to pet any dog you're allowed to, how your nose scrunches when you yawn and how you look wearing one of his shirts in the morning.

X = Xylophone What’s their song?

Billy loves the song ‘Tiny Dancer’ by Elton John because it reminds him of you. Like in the song, the sight of you dancing and singing is always stuck in his mind.

Y = Yearning, how do they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Billy misses you from the moment you have to leave. At first, he throws himself into his work to attempt to mask your absence. However, as time passes, he grows irritable and on-edge; taking his feelings on others. When you return, the two of you spent some time together to make up for the distance then things go back to normal.

Z = Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

You're one of the only people who genuinely loves Billy for who he is. Because of this, he would do whatever it takes to preserve your relationship. He would kill any enemy that threatened you with ease, ditch all material items for the chance at a life with you, and ensure he's worthy of your love.

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