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loveelle · 2 years

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Wedding Bells

Jim Halpert x Reader

Request: ive just read your jim fics and omg!!! could i submit a request where him and the reader have been dating for a while and he’s planning to propose to her and the whole office knows and are trying to hype him up to do it and stuff?? right it’s time to reread your jim fics🥺

A/N: I’m sorry for how I ended it, I just cannot physically write a proposal scene lol

WC: 2.8K

Master

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And… send.

You smile to yourself as you watch your email go through, the last little bit of work you had to do before the day was over and it was only barely noon. The rest of the work could be done Monday which means it was the perfect relax day… it also means your job is pretty sad when you can blow off full days of work but at the moment you didn’t care.

You push yourself out from your desk, spinning your chair around and quickly catching the eye of your boyfriend seated just to your right. Jim smiles behind his palm, watching you grab your coffee mug and stand. His eyes remain locked with yours as you move around him, and he tips his head back right in time for you to dip yours to kiss him. Your noses bump as you pull away with a silent giggle as not to disturb anyone who is actually working. Before you can leave, Jim hands you his coffee cup with a pleasing look and you roll your eyes before taking it.

Jim watches as you head to the kitchen, never letting his smile fade. You set the mugs on the counter, start the coffee and then turn to head to the restroom. The moment you were out of Jim’s sight, he leaps out of his chair and over to Pam’s desk.

Pam was just finishing an email of her own when Jim arrives, pushing a small velvet box behind her nameplate and glancing quickly around the room to make sure no one is looking. When she’s ready to talk to him, Jim opens the box before she can speak. She’s stunned as she stares at the beautiful engagement ring sitting inside.

Jim takes her shocked expression with a little bit of worry as he leans on her desk, hiding his fear behind his smile. “Wow, Jim,” Pam finally says as he glances to make sure the coast is clear and you were still in the restroom, “I mean, I’m honored but you do know I have a fiancé and you have a girlfriend, right?” Pam jokes,

Jim rolls his eyes. “Haha.” He fake laughs before focusing on the ring. “But seriously, what do you think?”

Pam can’t hide her smile any longer. “She’s gonna love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes!” She says a little louder than she or Jim wanted, but both were too excited to care. “Are you kidding me? This is going to look so beautiful on her finger. Have you thought about how you’re going to do it?”

He thought a lot about it. A lot. “Well, I was thinking about-“

“You’re proposing to Pam?” Kevin’s voice surprises everyone in the office as the man stands next to copier and Oscar, his mouth hanging open in shock and his previous conversation with Oscar having dropped.

As soon as Kevin’s words reach the ears of the rest of the office, work falls to the back of their minds. Kelly is the loudest, squealing as she drags Ryan away from his desk to look at the ring and Ryan has no choice but to follow. Meredith is right behind them with a low “nice” as she claps and by the time the three of them arrive at Pam’s desk, Phyllis is there too and Creed lurks in the back, much like Angela was doing over the partition between Reception and Accounting. All of them beg Jim to let them see the ring.

Jim is struggling to see over the masses as he worriedly watches the door to the kitchen to see if you left the bathroom. “No!” He tells them all, whispering and yet yelling as best as he could. “I’m not proposing to Pam, I’m proposing to Y/N.”

Bouts of ‘oh’s and ‘that makes sense’ come from each of his coworkers as Jim breathes out in relief. He looks to Pam who is shaking her head in apology to Jim and he returns the gesture.

To make Jim’s predicament worse, Michael steps out of his office. “What is going on here?” He puts his hands on his hips, glancing between his workers and yet focusing on Jim, whose back was still turned and, although he couldn’t see, face was scrunched up.

Creed spoke up first. “The tall guy got engaged.”

Michael takes a harsh breath. “To be married?”

Jim turns around, eyes wide. “No!” He says, making Michael’s brows furrow. “I mean, yes, but not yet- I haven’t, um…” He looks back to the door, knowing you should walk out any second. Michael hadn’t said anything yet, only staring at Jim and the ring in his hand. Jim was growing more anxious with each passing moment of silent.

Phyllis reaches out and places her hand gently on Jim’s back. “She’s going to love it.” Jim relaxes at Phyllis’ reassurance.

“Thank you, Phyllis,” He tells her with a small smile before clearing his throat and closing the ring box, slipping it into his back pocket, “now if everyone can do me a favor and keep their voices down, I’d appreciate it.”

Everyone listens to him, saying their final congrats and walks away, talking quietly about weddings and marriage and Jim hopes the conversation stops when you come around. Looking back at Michael, Jim stares back at him with a flat smile, waiting for his boss to do something but Michael just stands there. It isn’t until the doors to the kitchen open up and you walk out with two freshly made cups of coffee does Michael finally look away from Jim and towards you. Jim doesn’t realize what Michael is doing until he takes his first few steps.

“Michael!” Jim calls out and it catches your attention as you look up from your careful coffee walk to see your boss walking your way with almost wet eyes and a budding smile. His arms are around you quickly, making you stumble back a few steps with wide eyes. The coffee in Jim and your cups spill out a little, burning your hands as you hiss. Jim wasn’t long behind Michael and he grabs the cups from your hands and wipes as much of the coffee off your hands with his own.

You appreciate Jim’s actions, but your boss still clinging onto you confuses you more than anything. No one says anything, in fact, the entire office is watching, each with conflicting faces on whether they should help. You look between Jim’s slightly irritated face he is directing at Michael over to Pam who is sitting behind her desk with her face buried in her hands as she shakes her head. Nothing made any sense to you at the moment.

“I was gone for 5 minutes.” Michael doesn’t release you from his hold until you tap his shoulder. “Michael? Could you um, could you let me go?” He doesn’t. “Michael.”

“I’m sorry.” He sounds like he was crying. “I’m sorry!” He finally pulls away and you learn he is actually crying. “I’m just really excited!”

“For… what?” You weren’t really sure whether you wanted to know.

Michael was about to speak again before Jim claps him over the shoulders and pulls him away from him. “Michael was just telling us about his plans for the weekend.”

Michael nods, going along with Jim’s idea. “Yup!” He cheers. “I’ve got a date.” You raise your brows, not knowing what else to say. “A hot date. Super-hot. She’s super hot. Think Jan and then about a million times ho- A million times hotter-”

“Okay, Michael?” Jim interrupts, knowing Michael was going to ramble a bit more if he didn’t stop him. Michael does thankfully stop, clasping his mouth shut. “We’re going to get back to work.” Jim points over his shoulders towards the two of your desks. Michael lets you go, but not without a quick last hug to you and a slightly longer hug to Jim before he’s heading back into his office.

You meet Jim’s eyes with a curious smile, wondering what the hell the last few minutes were but Jim only smiles at you and glances down to your hands. “How’s your hands?” He mumbles, stepping a little closer and taking your hands in his. They had a slight burn to them from your coffee spill, but other than that, you were fine.

“They’ll be better once you tell me what was just happening.” Jim chuckles lightly before swinging one of his arms, with your hand still in his, over your shoulder to walk you back to your desk without an answer to your question. He pulls out your chair for you as you fall into it and once Jim is back in his desk, he throws a wink your way that makes your cheeks heat up before you finally get back to work, completely aware of the several glances Jim was throwing your way and yet, completely unaware of the glances from everyone else in the office.

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“Tuna!” Jim’s eyes widen as he steps out of the bathroom to the sound of Andy calling him with an ear-to-ear grin. Andy was sitting at the table with Kevin, both of them sipping on their respective drinks as Andy starts singing, “Tuna. Tuuuna! Tuna, Tuna, Tuna, Tuuuunnaaaaa! Tu-“

“What is it, Andy?” Jim says louder than Andy’s singing as the man finally stops but his grin never falls.

“So, how are you going to propose to Lady Tuna?”

Jim opens the fridge as his face scrunches at Andy’s nickname for you. “Firstly, don’t call her that. And I don’t really know, I haven’t put much thought into it.” He has, but Andy and Kevin don’t really need to know that.

Andy chokes on his drink. “You haven’t thought about it?” He states loudly, slamming his cup back down on the table. “You haven’t thought about it?!” Wincing at his volume, Jim puts his finger to his lips, ushering his coworker to keep his voice down.

“But you really haven’t thought about it?” Kevin joins in the conversation. “I mean, you know you should have a plan before you propose, right?”

Jim shakes his head in resignation. “Yes, I do, Kev.” He closes the fridge without grabbing anything and throws a glance back out to the bullpen to see you sitting at your desk tapping away at your computer with what he can only describe as the cutest bored look on your face.

“Nervous about what she would say?” Andy watches Jim’s expressions closely before Jim pauses and slides into the seat.

“I know she’ll say yes, but it’s just-” Jim begins, tapping his fingers gently against the table. Realizing he has no idea what he was going to say next, he jumps out of his seat, rubbing a hand over his face as he starts to pace. “You know what, never mind, because there is no ‘but’ because she’s going to say yes.” He stops his pacing, looking back at you at your desk. She’s going to say yes, right? He thinks to himself.

Andy and Kevin move to stand behind him and they both put one of their hands on both of Jim’s shoulders. “She’s going to say yes.” Kevin tells him and Jim slowly smiles at his friends hyping him up.

You close out of the website on your computer as you sigh and look over to your boyfriend’s empty desk. Knowing he was in the bathroom, your eyes fluttered up briefly to the kitchen before they fall back down onto your computer. They don’t stay there long, however, because you realize as you had looked up, Jim, Andy, and Kevin were all staring at you. You look back up again, staring at the trio as Kevin and Andy scurry back to their seats, leaving only Jim still staring at you with one of the happiest smiles you’ve seen him wear in the office before.

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There was still a half an hour left on the clock by the time you were finished packing up and you perch yourself on Jim’s desk as he finishes up a phone call to one of his clients. When he finishes, he hangs up the phone before standing up and situating himself between your legs. “Hey, you.” He whispers as he leans in for a kiss.

“Hi.” You say back before melting against his lips. When you separate, you tug on his tie a little, keeping him as close to you as you can.

Jim looks at your bag hidden in your seat as he chuckles lightly. “You’re packed up early.”

You hum, letting your head fall with a smile. “Yeah, I was hoping we might be able to get out of here early today.” Jim chuckles again, taking your hand in his as he plays gently with them. You let him do so for a moment before taking a deep breath. “So,” you begin, and Jim meets your eyes, waiting for you to continue your thought, “Are you going to tell me why you and everyone in this office has been acting really weird today?”

Jim furrows his brows, scratching his head in an act. “Have I- Have people been acting weird?” He throws annoyed glances around the room as you hum.

“Yeah. You know, Michael has been looking at me a lot through his window shades- actually, he’s doing it right now.” Jim turns around to see Michael standing against his window and doing exactly as you described, staring at the two of you intensely. As soon as Jim looks at him, he lets go of his shades, hiding his presence, but it wasn’t hard to tell he was still there. “Kelly also has been talking non-stop about how good of a couple we are and how she’s excited for our future- which was then followed by Ryan hitting on me and saying ‘it’s not too late?’”, Jim nods, trying to keep his anger at his coworker hidden but he makes a mental note to kill Ryan later. You shake your head, entertained by Ryan thinking you would ever break up with Jim for him.

“Well,” Jim steps out from in front of you, moving to grab his own bag and sling it over his shoulder before grabbing yours and putting it over his, “shall we?” He reaches his hand out for you. You furrow your brows and look at your watch.

“We still have 28 more minutes?”

Jim just chuckles and pulls you off his desk, trying hard not to smile. He doesn’t say anything until he’s knocking on Michael’s door and pulling it open. “Michael?” He calls out and your boss picks his head up, his eyes widening when he sees the two of you. “We’re heading out.”

Michael claps, rising from his desk, which only confuses you more. “Let me get a look at you two.” Jim moves out of the doorway just barely as Michael looks you both over, and then once again, his eyes starts to water. He pushes past you both gently. “Everyone?” He calls out and you look to Jim who just stands there with a smile. “I want you all to take a good long look at these two beautiful sexy people-“

“Michael.” Jim sighs and Michael holds his hand up, telling Jim he knows it was wrong to say it.

“These two beautiful people in love and who’s facing the future like a train and they’re- and they’re standing on the tracks... of love and... um....” Michael pauses, looking at you and Jim as he tries to figure out what to say next.

“You done?” Jim asks and Michael nods. Jim claps him on the back before waving at the rest of the office. “Bye guys, see you Monday.” Everyone says goodbye back and he takes your hand, leading you out of the office and towards the elevator, but not without a smirk and a wink from Pam along the way.

“Jim, seriously,” You chuckle, bumping him in the arm with yours, “What was happening? What was wrong with everyone today?”

The elevator opens and Jim leads you inside. Before you can hit the button for the ground floor, Jim beats you to it, only he presses the button for the roof instead. He doesn’t look at you, instead he stares at the doors leading up to the roof, the exact place he, Pam, and everyone else who could spare their time spent their day. Everything was perfect, from the fairy lights fighting the darkening sky to light up with roof to the little sketches of you and Jim falling in love scattered all around that Pam had spent the day drawing.

The only thing left was for you to say yes.

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creepytoes88 · 11 months

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Headcannon Neteyam eats alot 💀

@cinetrix ofc I love this image so damn much

Warnings : non lol sfw n all kinda short and idk if I did a head cannon right but TAAAADAAAA anyways

So let’s start off with the Na’vi people are just big being’s anyways so obviously they eat a lot much more then any human could dream.

Much more tht Neteyam well he eats more the any other grown man in the clan.

He grew up in the clan around his people so it’s more of a on going joke at this point about how does he even have any room left in his skinny body ya know.

When he was just born he would constantly cry Mo’at would simply say “my eywa he’s just hungry again” like so confused she’s delivered hundreds of babies and helped raise even more then that, but Neteyam was just a bottomless pit it seemed.

Jake and Neytiri couldn’t keep him from solid food as soon as he could crawl he was snatching food off plates and fruit out of baskets so what did Jake do? What any natural human would do, as that’s the only example he has at that point in his life.

He put it on the table and he truly believed he had handled the problem, unfortunately that just prompted the excited baby Neteyam to climb up the chair legs and on to the table as quite and quickly as can be.

Jake turned around and about had an out of body experience from the shock running through his body place Neteyam back on the floor just for him to repeat it this time right in front of his fathers watching eyes.

That was certainly the last thing he expected from his year and half old baby boy so they did start him a bit early on solids lol. He grew so did the the hunger, so for the first 6 years of his life he was as “chubby”as a Navi child can be of course that didn’t last long seeing as not only did he have a growth spurt very shortly after turning six but he began training.

Eventually him into the tall, slender, strong, and sexy Warrior he is today always providing well for the clan with hunting and gathering but of course the only thing he gets in trouble for beside the trouble his siblings bring in his rather peaceful(I CAN DREAM) life.

When the hunting party is out he has a bad habit of bringing snacks lol just a few small fruits or some dried meats his grandmother keeps in bulk for him at all times for her growing young Warrior.

Not only does it attract other predators lurking in the forest that are definitely not friends it. Drives. Jake. fucking. batty.

He gets so fucking angry when the forest is completely silent and all he can hear his son fucking struggling to eat a whole slim Jim (Jake refuses to call it anything else) in one bite without alerting anyone around him.

After moving to the reef and finding a whole new world of food options he was so fat n full after the first meal the family were a wee bit embarrassed.

Neteyam definitely had his fair share making others in their new clan stare in shock right up until you popped up the clan chef really you just organized meals in the clan and we’re in charge of the gathering of fruits and vegetables as well as medicine good leaves and vines for clothes and shelter supplies.

All you saw was ur kinda man for cooking was a great past time of yours loving to create new thing and find new spices and turn sour berries into sweet treats even tho the other women on the reaf just didn’t quite get it to you he was amazing.

His mysterious ways making him impossible to read other then the fact he clearly loves the food you would bring him and him simply returning the plate or bowl with shells and flowers spewed on top little did you know you’d be cooking for him everynight and definitely every meal after you all return to the forest but this time as his mate ❤️

Taglist: @prettiestplanetarian (I’m only gonna tag you in this one cus you said to but I can tag you in others if you want lol anyways thank you for the support without knowing what to expect 💋💋)

#neyteyam #neteyam smut #Jake sully #Twow #avatar #headcannons #Thank y’all sm kisses 😘#xoxo

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the-void-writes · 10 months

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i wish i could put into words how knowing you has saved my life

Thank you so much for this prompt! It actually really helped develop some ideas for the parts of Freaks of Preston that I'm struggling with lol. I hope you enjoy this lengthy bit of long-needed comfort for Will and Jason.

TW: violence (brief description of a dislocated bone)

Freaks of Preston - You're My Hero - WC: 2.6k

The uniform for a Ves Corp soldier was much bulkier than Will had anticipated. His sleeves just barely stayed put on his arms, and the dark-tinted helmet felt heavy against his head. And yet, his disguise was working masterfully. None of the scientists questioned the short soldier walking through the halls. One of them even called him “Jin” before hurrying off to their lab. They mistook him for their own patient, the perfect cover for getting further into the facility.

After freeing the first wave of children from Vesely’s testing, several more parents had come to Will in hopes that he would go back and save their kids. It didn’t matter that he was just a boy— the very boy they used to punish for existing— still freshly wounded from his last fight in the wretched company that was holding his father prisoner. The people of Preston finally saw Will as something other than a monster: He was their personal, exploitable superhero.

That was why he was shuffling through the halls of Ves Corp in an oversized suit, groggy and feverish and tired of the world around him, but still determined to save these children. It was what Jason would have done, what he had given up his freedom for. He was the real superhero, in Will’s eyes, and he wanted to do as much good for the world as Jason had. Perhaps then, he wouldn’t feel so guilty about leading Jason down the path to Vesely.

Will’s first stop was the main lab. That was where most of the patient files were kept, which would lead him to the captured kids. Two tall guards stood at the door, one with a healing cut on his cheek, which Will couldn’t help but feel he was responsible for. His powers were stronger than he thought.

“No soldier units past this door,” the scarred man said.

Will spoke as deeply and confidently as possible, his voice obscured slightly by the helmet’s filter. “Just here to supervise some tests for Mister Rhodes.”

The guard squinted. “Are you new? No one calls him Rhodes.”

Will’s stomach dropped. He hadn’t counted on the employees knowing about Jason’s family troubles.

“Jim,” the second guard said, “let it go. It’s meant to be respectful.”

“He doesn’t like his name,” Jim said. “Rio beat that into all of us when they brought him here.”

Will took a deep breath, hoping no one could hear his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t realize.”

Jim shook his head slowly. “I’ll need to see your ID.”

His wrists felt tight from the building pressure of his powers. Thankfully, before he could lose control, a familiar and calming voice came from behind him.

“Thank you for meeting me here. Please, forgive my delay.”

Will was frozen in place as Jason stepped by him. He looked even more tired than before, with his sleepless eyes and tangled hair. The guards stood to attention, taking Jason’s badge to scan without question.

“This is one of our new hires,” Jason told Jim. “I asked him aside for a personal interview.”

“Of course, sir,” Jim said.

“But so young?” the other guard asked.

Jason turned his head slowly, and the chill in his eyes made the guard turn away.

“Don’t tell me you care about preserving childhood now, Peter. How many of our patients died under your watch?”

Peter remained silent, shaking ever so slightly. Jason looked back at Will, who was still hidden under his helmet, and gestured for him to follow him inside.

“Don’t interrupt us,” Jason said to the guards.

“Yes, sir.”

The door slid closed, and Jason locked it with the electrical panel on the wall beside it. Will couldn’t get himself to speak. All he had wanted was to see his godfather again, but now he was terrified. His mind was all over the place, stuck between the need to maintain his cover and the childish desire for comfort. Before he could choose, Jason spoke to him gently.

“Does your family work here?”

“Huh?”

“I assume that’s why Rio would let another child into the soldier’s unit. Otherwise, I’ll have to sit him down for an explanation.”

The last thing Will needed was Rio joining the party. He would know something was wrong in an instant, especially if he oversaw every soldier in the building. Will nodded his head, deciding to play the part for the time being.

“My parents work in accounting,” he said. “I wanted to do something more with my life.”

Jason managed a sad smile. “I’m sorry to tell you, but you would have been better off in accounting. You wouldn’t have to see what goes on in these labs.”

He took a seat at one of the many beaker-covered counters. Will took the moment to look at the lab around him, unable to stop himself from admiring the architecture and machinery on display. If it hadn’t come from a madman, Will could have spent hours studying all of Ves Corp’s technology. Thankfully, his curiosity faded away when Jason spoke again.

“I’m sorry to ask this, but did Vesely ask you to supervise us today?”

“Yes, sir.” Will said. “Thank you for covering for me.”

“Of course.” He closed his eyes. “Was that all Vesely told you? Did he give you any other instructions?”

“No, sir, not at all.”

“Thank you.” His shoulders fell in relief. “He keeps sending people to talk because I won’t see him. I’d say that he should know better, but sadly, I’m not sure that’s true. I don’t know what kind of person he is anymore.”

The sadness in his voice was unbearable, and Will didn’t think he could stay hidden for much longer. It was enough to make him push his luck.

“To be fair, sir, I can’t tell you what he is, either.”

Jason actually chuckled, and the pride in Will’s chest was quickly smothered by anxiety as he looked back at him.

“How are you liking it here?” he asked.

Will took a deep breath. “It’s been good, sir.”

Jason smiled. “You’re allowed to be honest, you know.”

“I wouldn’t want to ruin my chances here.”

“Don’t worry—” Jason drew his fingers across his mouth. “My lips are sealed.”

“Okay… This place sucks.”

It had been so long since Will heard his godfather’s genuine laughter— loud and hysterical like a bird or hyena, completely unfitting for the timid man it came from. He was just as odd as Will had once been, and that comforted him tremendously. Jason wiped a mirthful tear from his eye as he settled back down.

“You’re not wrong, I’m afraid. Security, medical, training— It’s all broken.”

“Don’t forget these soldiers. They act like they don’t want to be here.”

“Oh yes, they’re still shaken up from the last battle. You did a number on them, dear.”

Will thought his heart would jump out of his chest. He knew. Jason knew it was him under the helmet— but he hadn’t reported him yet. What was his plan?

The boy slowly met his eyes again, surprised when he found Jason’s terrified expression. His hand covered his mouth, and a tear rolled down his cheek. No, Will could see, he didn’t know it was him, at all. It was a slip of the tongue.

“Forgive me,” Jason whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

He sat against a desk covered in messy piles of paper, holding his head in his hands. Will stood in front of him, feeling guilty for not speaking up.

“Are you okay, sir?” he asked.

“I didn’t mean to. You just reminded me—” Jason sighed. “Part of me hoped you were him.”

“Him?”

“The boy who came here and freed the patients. He’s my godson. I thought he was dead— these bastards convinced me that I killed him. I finally got him back, but I had to send him away for his own safety. I would never dream of keeping him in this prison. Still, if I could just see his face again, if I could tell him I’m sorry…”

“Sorry?” Will didn’t try to hide the offended tone in his voice. “Why would you need to be sorry?”

“This place has changed me. I’m not the man he remembered and looked up to.”

Jason reached for the pendant of his necklace, the little sun charm that Will had made all those years ago.

“What would you do,” Jason asked, “if someone you once admired turned into a monster? What if he beat a man to an inch of his life, right in front of you? What if he had failed the children he promised to save, turning them into an army for an obsessed old man? Would you ever look at him the same way again?”

He buried himself further into his hands. Will couldn’t bear seeing him in so much pain, and all because of him— again.

“What if he told you that it didn’t matter?” Will asked.

Jason looked up from his hands. “Didn’t matter?”

“I mean— what if it didn’t change his mind about you? What if you’re too kind of a person to ever be a monster in his eyes? These people did awful things, and you tried to stop them. That’s not monstrous.”

“But the things I’ve helped them do—”

“They fucking manipulated you! They plucked you out of a hospital and forced you to train their kids or else they’d kill everyone else you loved— and when you saw the truth, you fought back. You were never a monster, Jace. You’re my hero!”

In the heavy silence of the room, Will realized he had slipped up. There was no more hiding. Jason rose slowly from the desk, waiting patiently as Will removed his helmet. The air felt colder on his damp face. All either of them could do was stare at each other, trying to anticipate what the other would do.

Jason was the first to break. Tears ran freely from his eyes as he took the boy’s shoulder and pulled him close, holding his head like he was cradling a baby.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “It never should have gone this way.”

“It’s okay, I’m here.” Will patted his back. “I don’t hate you, okay? I could never hate you.”

“Even after—”

“You did nothing wrong. I’m sorry I got scared, but you were right. Vesely needs to be stopped, no matter what.”

Jason sighed. “You’re right… but I’ll find a better way to stop him, I promise you.”

Before they could say anything else, the door opened so fast that Will thought it would break. He was paralyzed as the two guards rushed inside.

“Sir, there is no new hire. This soldier is an intruder—” Jim faltered as he spotted Will. “Pete, order a lockdown now. Tell them the Shapiro boy is here.”

Jason’s arm tightened around Will. “You’re not going to say anything, okay?”

“Jason, you know the rules.” He approached them swiftly. “I know this is upsetting, but he can’t be here.”

Jim’s grip on Will’s arm nearly knocked him off his feet. There was a sudden shift in the air, a pained yelp, and a sickening sound that Will was sadly familiar with; the pop of a bone. Jim had been thrown into the wall, and his right arm was completely limp— dislocated, most likely. Jason stood between the guard and the boy, retracting his wings to a shielded position. His voice was full of darkness.

“Don’t touch my son.”

In all their years together, Jason never so much as raised his voice around Will. He had always been careful to not act as Isaiah would. Even so, Ves Corp had clearly worn him down too much. His supposed friends had taken everything from him, spinning this elaborate tale of Jason’s self-inflicted misfortune. There was no point in staying calm for monsters like them.

Still, the rage in his eyes and the venom of his voice made Will feel like a scared young boy in Preston all over again. And yet, he still felt safe and warm, because this time, someone was fighting for him.

“Jason…” Peter grabbed Jim off the floor. “Please, listen to us. We’re only looking out for the company.”

Jason shook his head. “It’s naive of you to think I still care about your precious company.”

Peter inched towards the door with Jim on his shoulder, trembling under the weight of both his friend and Jason’s sharp stare.

“You can take Jim to the infirmary, but if I hear Will’s name coming from your radio, your fates will be far worse.”

Peter was struggling to speak. “But sir—”

“Just give me one moment with my son, please! It’s the least you can do after making me believe I murdered him!”

Finally, the guards had no rebuttal. They walked backwards out of the lab, their eyes never leaving Will until they shut the door. Jason gasped and leaned back against his desk, closing his eyes in shame.

“Oh god, Jim,” he said, mostly to himself. “What have I done?”

“Jason?”

“I ruin everything, don’t I? This darkness, I don’t like it. I’m making your life hell, Will, and I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve to be stuck with someone like me—”

He jumped as Will hugged him again, crying into his sweater.

“Would you stop saying shit like that? You saved my life, Jace. If that makes you a monster, then I shouldn’t be alive!”

“No— No, that’s not true!”

“Then stop calling yourself a monster! Stop saying you only make mistakes!”

Jason brushed his hair, hushing him gently. “Please, dear— You’re right, I’m so sorry. You are not a mistake, Will. Meeting you is the greatest thing I’ve ever done.”

Will sniffled and coughed weakly, and he suddenly remembered how sick he was. Two thick wings came down around his shoulders to stop his shivering. He truly felt like a young boy again, but it wasn’t demeaning or depressing. It felt like home.

“I assume there’s a reason you snuck in here, besides coming to see me.”

“Right— I need to free some more kids for their families.”

Jason scoffed in disgust. “After everything you already did for them— The least they could have done is send authorities.”

“I think the cops are in your boss’ pocket, anyway.”

“You know, that sadly explains a lot.” He ruffled the boy’s hair. “Then it looks like I’ll have to help you sneak around and free those kids.”

Will shook his head. “You’ll get in trouble.”

“They’d have to catch us, first. Lucky for us, I know this building well. I’ve learned all its secret paths.”

Jason lowered his wings and went over to the front door. He listened for a while, and once he was satisfied, he headed for the stairs to the observation deck. Before he climbed the metal staircase, he held his hand out for Will.

“What do you say— Partners for the day?”

Will smiled and put his helmet back on. “Sure.”

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Jason helped Will up the stairs with careful precision. The boy’s steps were slightly off-balance, but he did his best to keep moving. As he went over the list of kids he had to save, Jason couldn’t help but admire the wonderful hero his son had become. Will was right to scold him for his harsh comments towards himself: no monster could have raised such a strong, selfless, and amazing child.

You said that knowing me saved your life, Jason thought to himself, but Will, I hope you know that you saved me first. You have always been my hero.

#writeblr #ask games #wip: freaks of preston

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shrinkthisviolet · 5 months

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character ask game 2, 3, 4, 5, 15, 16, 23, 24, 25 (sorry there's so many lol) for Mr. Eddie Thawne <3333

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

He and Iris are sweet together! And he is, in general, very sweet—befriending Barry even tho he suspects that Barry and Iris are in love (and keeps being proven right)?? How could I not admire him for that omg

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

I didn’t like him keeping Barry’s identity a secret from Iris, but…I mostly blame the writers for that one tbh. The sexism strikes again 😒

EDIT: I completely forgot s9 existed, apparently 🤦‍♀️ THAT is definitely the worst thing they did to him, hands down. They ruined his character…and for WHAT, the arc wasn’t even good!!

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Eddie gives me Disney Prince/knight in shining armor vibes. A fairytale epic would be perfect for him 🥰

(Or a pirate setting, like this wonderful Westhallen fic 👀)

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

As strange as it might sound, “Cave In” by Owl City. I think Eddie, for all his optimism, does struggle with self-worth—we know he had a hard time making friends as a kid, especially given his dad’s job, and given that he was originally from Keystone…this is more speculation, but I doubt he and his dad were particularly close either (especially if his dad is the sort of person Eowells would like).

And in “Cave In”, there are multiple instances of the narrator/singer struggling with inner turmoil, depressive thoughts (“please take a long hard look through your textbook, ‘cause I’m history”…which also ties in tragically to Eddie’s ultimate fate of dying heroically at the end of s1) and yet trying to be optimistic despite it (“if the bombs go off, the sun will still be shining, because I’ve heard it said that every mushroom cloud has a silver lining”). It’s very Eddie-like imo 💞

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

Westhallen wins for me, hands down. Eddie is great with both of them individually too, but like…all three of them = the superior ship

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Admittedly I don’t really read a ton of Eddie fics, so idk many ships for him 😅 I guess Eddie x Caitlin? Not a bad pairing per se, and I’m the last person to complain about shipping characters who have never properly met onscreen (Reyrose (I haven’t read the comics where they interact) and Franmaya are two of my favorite ships, after all)…I just don’t get that vibe from Eddie and Caitlin. But also, I think that ship only has a few fics anyway, so 🤷‍♀️

23. Favorite picture of this character?

I don’t really have one tbh but he looks so lovely he smiles, so I present you with:

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Jim Paxton from the MCU! Scott Lang’s wife, Maggie, remarried when she and Scott divorced, and Jim is just an absolute gem. A great husband to Maggie, a great friend to Scott, and a great stepdad to Cassie. They’re such a wonderful family, all four of them, and I love them so much 🥰

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

I gotta be honest man, I was suspicious of him. Idk if I thought he was the RF, but I definitely thought he was gonna turn out to be a bad boyfriend because of how that trope usually goes, and that would be the impetus for Westallen getting together. Imagine my shock when that didn’t happen!! When, in fact, he befriended Barry, Westhawne was going strong for a while, and died a hero!!

(I would’ve preferred that he not die, ofc, but on the other hand…I don’t trust the Flash writers that much. They would’ve ruined him for drama, I can just feel it)

character ask game!

#character ask game #the flash #eddie thawne

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“Whatever you do I’ll be here”

Jim Halpert/John Krasinski short story by Joyceyayo

A/n I wrote this story in like 2020 so it’s kinda bad lol

𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣 :

I want to see that smile glued to her face forever. Sitting in my car, Drinking milkshakes, and her earrings dangling from her ears. I grab the far side of her neck from me and pull her cheek onto my lips. She laughs and goes in for a hug. I feel like I'm going to be happy forever. Like I'm in heaven. And heaven lasts forever

𝑝𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣 :

I start to disassociate due to his uneven grinds onto me as he kisses me on top of his bed. My legs are spread and wrapped around his torso. I struggle to kiss back, so I look up, and he starts to kiss my neck.

"Fuck me," I whisper, and he smiles into my neck. He sits up a bit and starts to undo his tie. I look up at him with a smile as I rub his bare chest. I undo his belt and bite my lip doing so. He stops me and redirects my hands to my shirt. I start to unbutton my blouse while looking up at him. He gets started on my pants when I do. He looks at my bra and underwear in awe, amazed at their presence. He rubs my clit through my panties before slowly pulling them down.

"Please," I beg while pulling at his forearms, stopping him from going down on me. He gives me a somewhat confused look. "I just want you so bad," I confess, and he looks around the room for a second

"If you don't want to, it's fine... but like, could you?..." he is hesitant but looks down at himself. I give a smile, and he grabs my hand. I can feel myself getting even wetter. I get up and get down. I hold the back of his thighs and pull down his boxers. I immediately place him in my mouth and get to work. I would be lying if I said I don't enjoy doing this. I mean, sure, the act sounds weird, but I like it.

"God damn it, pam," he breathed, and I started to hum. He slides his hands through the hair on the back of my head. I start going even slower to edge him. He squeezes his eyes shut and stops himself. He pulls me up and wipes my mouth. He puts his hand in the same place and aggressively pulls me in for a kiss.

"Good girl," he whispers into the kiss. "Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"Yes," I reply, and he smiles, unhooking my bra. He throws me on the bed, and I giggle. He kisses me yet again and adjusts himself to fill me. The second I feel him hit my nerves, I gasp and screw my eyes shut.

"Oh my god," I whisper into his ear. He has leaned down, and we're in the same position we were in at the start. I start to scratch his back when he speeds up, and he gives me a long kiss. I moan into his mouth. He separates and admires me.

"Look at me," he commands, and I make painful eye contact with him. He loves seeing my submissive face when he fucks me. Looking into his eyes, I see the same man from 3 years ago when I started working at dunder Mifflin. Him joking around with me. My best friend. Now I'm on his bed getting relentlessly pounded in by that same man. I purse my lips, and my eyebrows curve. He cups my face and rubs my cheek.

"Let me hear those pretty moans," he proposes; I open my mouth and let out little whimpers every time our skin meets.

"Jim," my bottom half begins to shake, "f- fuck you," I let out mindlessly as I meet my high. He keeps thrusting, and my eyes tear up. My hands meet his hair, pulling it and pulling his head into me. He smiles and leaves large purple hickeys all down my color bone. Everything feels so surreal. As I'm close to cooling down, he cums' deep inside me. My eyes roll back, and the debilitating sensation. He sits up and rearranges some hairs on my forehead.

His arms pick me up, and we take a hot shower filled with his comforting hugs, kisses, and me leaning on his chest for support.

𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣 :

I feel like I'm in heaven. Her head is in my lap, my hand running through her hair, and most of all, the feeling of completion. But it's not heaven. Because heaven doesn't end like this always does. Her phone rings, and she shoots up, making my lap cold. I want my mouth to form the words, "baby comes back" I want her to stay in my arms forever. But the words she speaks on the phone break me.

"Hey Roy, yeah, I just had to work late." She frantically searches the room for her stuff. "I'm actually about to be headed home now" she closed the phone and looked at me. I give her a faint smile, wanting to wrap my arms around her and squeeze so hard she can't breathe.

"Bye," she speaks, and I wave, her footsteps near the door when I interrupt the act

"Pam," I want to tell her I can't do this anymore. I want to say to her I want to. I need to tell her I need more. But I can't form the words. Instead, I speak. "You forgot your scrunchie" I was going to keep it to think of her. Maybe put it on my nightstand. Or perhaps smell it because it smells like the conditioner she always uses. But now I'm using it to avoid my feelings.

𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 :

Three soft knocks land on my door while I'm watching TV. I know them from anywhere. I open and door and give her my smile. I looked around to see if anyone was surrounding her. No, just her soaked from the rain with a backpack and eyes filled with tears.

"Woah Woah Woah, baby, what's wrong?" I let her in quickly and heard the clicking of her undoing her raincoat. She's hyperventilating, and she drops to the ground, looking through her backpack. I grab the sage green rubber jacket and hang it on the hook in my entryway. Her shaking hands show a positive pregnancy test. My eyebrows furrow and I try to stay calm; this is probably much more stressful for her than it is for me. Other than the fact I knocked up a girl that's about to get married. I look back up at her.

"What do I do? I mean, I don't know if I'm going to keep it, but I do know that I need to get out of that relationship. So..." her mouth hangs open, and I hug her.

"Whatever you do, I'll be here."

#john krasinski #smuttt #jim halpert #the office #smut #joyceyayo

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romanticoutcast · 2 years

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Now that you somehow mentioned it I’d love to know how you’d see tom and his personality evolving, like how he would behave 8-10 years later(whether it’s in a canon or non-canon setting)! Bc i have my very own interpretation of late-teen/young adult sawyer and I love to know other opinions abt this kind of stuff— (btw I already read and loved some of your fanfics (those where he isn’t ded lol) so I have an overall idea but i love annoying ppl)

okay okay so...i have a LOT of thoughts about tom’s personal character development both in canon, and what it might lead to in the future.

this is all gonna seem like an unnecessary summary of tom’s character, but it’s all leading up to a point i sWEAR LMAO.

i think conspiracy could serve as a huge catalyst for tom’s character development, among other things. throughout the sequel novels, he continued to worm his way out of situations he deliberately put himself and others into multiple times, mostly by his own cleverness, while always making a big show of it. the more he proves himself in the public eye, the more he wants to do it again and becomes willing to create dangerous problems just to do so. he shows the town time and time again how smart he is, how special he is, how promising his future will be. in conspiracy, tom doesn’t impress the town in court with his detective skills, like he’s done so often before. it’s not another opportunity for him to show off, the way he wanted it to be. instead he makes himself look like a liar when confessing his harebrained schemes, because everyone knows none of it makes any sense at all, and so far tom has been nothing but a beacon of intelligence and common sense in their eyes. he becomes speechless and cries about all the ways his stupid mistakes have made jim suffer, and he’s gone too far this time to fix it. he humiliates himself publicly. just as tom’s rise to glory in st. petersburg was always a public matter (like he tried to make it), so is his downfall.

he got such a big head from all this past “”success”” that he truly believes it’s impossible for him to fail. once he does, he panics, loses all of his self-assurance, and tries to get jim out of the trouble he got him into the fastest, most straightforward way possible. tom, the one who is constantly lording his intelligence over huck’s head and scolding him for being a “saphead,” desperately tells huck that he wishes he had just listened to him instead of going after glory, that he was an idiot for playing with fire. it’s obvious that the events in conspiracy have taken a huge toll on tom’s arrogance and pride, and one can only hope that he won’t mess up the same way again after this.

warning, this take on tom’s character has a LOT of sawyerberry. another catalyst for tom’s growth could be huck leaving st. petersburg. i think it’s safe to say that although tom loves huck as his best friend, he takes his friendship for granted. huck needs to get out of town, find himself to gain more confidence and make relationships outside of tom so that he’s not so codependent on him. tom needs to realize just how much huck doesn’t need him, how much huck can thrive outside of st. petersburg and without tom. huck has always been a compassionate, generous person, and tom needs to become more appreciative of all the traits he dismissed before.

also, huck influencing tom to think outside of society’s set of rules that he, for the most part, is so stuck in. huck influences tom to adopt more abolitionist sentiments. strictly speaking in a romantic sense, the realization that tom might have feelings for huck causes him to go through the very long, difficult process of struggling to accept what he feels and decide whether he’s going to stay inside his comfort zone, where it is safe, or leave it and everyone inside. him realizing he just might be part of a marginalized group of people, a group of people that a christian town like his would find the feelings he feels, that he didn’t ask for, despicable, could be a huge wake-up call.

basically i feel that through nothing but fate (and huck) humbling tom a LOT could he go down a much better path than if he just continued to make a great name for himself all the time in st. petersburg. always staying within the comfortability of his hometown and having everyone inside of it think so highly of him all the time isn’t a challenge to tom’s worst personal flaws. going against the grain of society alongside huck just might be though.

in the end i just think of a young adult tom as someone who is still too proud at times for his own good, still gets wound up too easily over good literature. but instead he moons over books within the strict safety net of his brain. he’s just as clever and cunning and capable as he has ever been, but through years and years of reflection and the very difficult process of bettering himself, he decides he doesn’t want to go to the country’s greatest law school, or become judge thatcher’s apprentice, or president! he doesn’t feel the need for the same glory he used to!! he just wants to be with huck, and so they live in a humble house on the countryside, where they’re afforded some privacy.

he’s still himself, still a somewhat deeply flawed guy. but he’s trying to be better.

#edit: i added a little more #i know this is a pretty optimistic take on tom's character and i understand if it may seem unrealistic to some #im just too attached to him i have such high hopes #please send another ask to share your own take on young adult tom????? please i would love to hear it????#i welcome all takes even the ones where he just gets worse over the years #tom #asks #also #THOSE WHERE HE ISNT DEAD FHGHFDGH STOPPP

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Week 10, November 8

This week I was still feeling in a massive rut. I have a ton of exams coming up and I'm really stressed out but literally am always so tired because I barely sleep so I'm struggling to find the time, energy, and motivation to do any school work. Sorry for my pity party moment ✨ okay moving on. So I felt really good about the word vomit draft and the feedback I received back on it, so I felt like the first actual draft went okay, I really just made some edits and added in citations and some information about my project and the artists that inspired me. I know I need help with in-text citations and footnotes, so id like to have a meeting about that. I feel like I need to be putting a reference after every single sentence which makes no sense to me, and I know that I need to slim down the history part, but I'm not sure what to leave in/what to take out and if I should use footnotes, and if so I don't really know how to go about that.

for the first draft, I needed to research more artists that inspired me, so I started my scholarly research off with that... my main influence was Brian Blomerth, who is the author and illustrator of the book "Bicycle Day" that Chris gave me, but I definitely was eager to find some more inspo.

Ian McKay (@hi__bred on Instagram)

Ian Mckay is a San Francisco-based comic artist and illustrator. His work really caught my eye because of how soft I look (lol), like everything looks squishy. I love the color pallett of his work, and my favorite piece out of this bunch is the upper right picture. I love the way that he illustrates his comics because they feel so detailed, yet the faces of the characters are so simple. I think that's something that is really stressing me out, truing to work out a really detailed character for my book, but maybe I don't really have to do that... after all, I want the illustrations to focus more on the trip itself rather than the character's expressions. If she had a really detailed face in every frame, it might take away from the other stuff.

Beth Frey (@sentimentmuppetfactory on Instagram)

There is literally almost no information on Beth Frey other than what is on her Instagram. I couldn't find a website or anything like that and her Instagram doesn't tell us where she's based or what kind of artist she is. But aside from that, I'm obsessed with her work. What I love most about it is the context of everything, and now none of it makes sense. I think some of these ideas will be really helpful when I'm brainstorming things that my character will see/experience on the psychedelic trip.

Little City Books Slay

for my creative research as well, I wanted to find some more inspiration for character designs and illustration styles, so I took a trip to little city books and dug through the graphic novels. These were my favorites.

Dog Biscuits by Alex Graham

this graphic novel really spoke to me because of the simplicity of the drawings. I also like how the characters are animals, similar to Bicycle Day... maybe it would be cool for my character to be some sort of animal just to add a level of weirdness.

Logicomix by Apostikis Doxiadis and Christos H. Papadimitriou and Art by Alecos Papadatos and Annie Di Donna

This one spoke to me because I loved the colors in it, and the characters definitely have more detail and expression than other books, but still not overly detailed. I know this is going to be a struggle I will face since I usually do hyper-realistic art, I'm going to have a hard time letting go of making things looks "real" but I know that's not feasible for what I'm making.

Other Than Afters by Melanie Gillman

The colors and characters in this one are my favorites. I also love that we can see the colored pencil texture.

One Beautiful Spring Day by Jim Woodring

This book just caught my eye because it is massive and really expensive lol. The cover is also stunning, and the illustrations inside are gorgeous, but not what I'm going for.

Creative Research

After gathering some more inspo, I went in for a second try at character design/illustration style...

EEP I love this so much. I wanted to explore the whole animal as a character thing and I'm obsessed with it. I just sketched out a few little ideas and I'm really happy with them and I cant wait to further explore these!!!

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kennyomegasweave · 4 months

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10 BL Boys I Want Carnally

I was tagged by @bunnakit! Thank you! I've spent like HOURS thinking of who the 10 should be and then trying to find gifs for this post. Mama is on so many cold meds and put in work for something completely inconsequential. I had so much fun. I didn't know if it was supposed to be actors or characters, so I just did characters? lol Anyway, let's begin!

10. Tang Yi (Chris Wu) - History 3: Trapped

Man can wear a suit really well and I'm here for that. He also just looked expensive and I'm here for that as well. He was softer than he showed and I'm fond of hot people having hard candy shells but gooey centers.

9. Tan (Max Nattapol) - Manner of Death

Man was UNHINGED and HORNY for Bunn at all times. I'm into that shit. He also very much was doing illegal shit and can beat a bitch up. Once again, I'm into that shit.

8. Big (Nodt Nutthasid) - Kinnporsche: The Series

Look at that hair, eyebrow slit, and earrings. I don't believe I need to say anything else.

7. Li Cheng (Charles Tu) - History 4: Close to You

He's super cute, he's goofy, he's perfect.

6. Yi (Max Kornthas) - Naughty Babe & Cutie Pie

He's hot, he wears suits well, he's completely ridiculous, he's a blushing maiden whenever his man wants to have sex, he has beef with a chihuahua he was the one to buy, he's saltmates with his bestie, he proposed to his man like four times before they got married. I love him.

5. Techno (Mild Suttinut) - TharnType

He might actually be my favorite BL supporting character ever. Every single word out of his mouth was gold. He's cute, he's funny, he's dumb, he's a ride or die friend. As I always say, John Waters was so right when he said sometimes stupid and cute is enough!

4. Win (Boun Noppanut) - Between Us & Until We Meet Again

He's hot, he has tattoos, he has piercings, he has a trust fund, he is the most devoted boyfriend known to man, he loves his family. He's perfect.

3. Jim (Earth Pirapat) - Moonlight Chicken

Listen, I'm well into my 30s, so you know I just GOT Uncle Jim. I too have a tragic backstory with a dead ex, I too have a business (it was ROUGH AF during Covid times and still hasn't bounced all the way back), I too felt the "isn't it enough of a struggle that you're poor? you gotta be gay too?' even though that logically makes no sense, I too am closed off cat people, I too have had people be into me that I really tried to pretend I didn't notice cause it was gonna be Awkward. I just love Jim. I may not have loved this show, but I love Jim.

2. Kiyoi (Yusei Yagi) - My Beautiful Man

He's very cute. He's very weird. He's very into his equally weird boyfriend. I love this little weirdo, I don't even know what else to say

1. Michael Kiettisak - cheating and picking him in everything

I love him. I don't care. Gus in Till The World Ends was such a sweetheart that just loved his batshit insane brother and didn't deserve to go out like that. Bas in Call It What You Want didn't deserve ANYTHING he went through and yet he was still a precious bean. North gets 2 seconds of screen time in Pit Babe and I love him too.

Bonus: A boy that I don't want carnally because he is too young for me, but he is, in fact, Stupid Hot:

Pond is stupid hot. Palm is one of my favorite boys.

Tagging @negrowhat, @theflagscene, @rokklagio, @brazilian-whalien52, and anyone else who wants to do it!

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Kane & Jim: The Purring AU

Masterlist

content: vampire whumper (first part), vampire whumpee (second and third parts), manhandling, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, begging, torture, burns, touch starved

by POPULAR DEMAND! after 5 requests, you all wanna see a grown man purr, well HERE HE IS!!! a collection of three looks into the life of Purring AU Kane, one per arc. two hurts and a comfort :)

this is not canon lol but i had fun with it!!

(Jim’s captivity)

Kane had had a very good night. He didn’t have very good nights often. Even after acquiring a human, everyone still underestimated him. Nothing seemed good enough. But tonight, he was not the laughing stock of the family. Oh no, tonight that honor belonged to the youngest of his older siblings, Anton. Kane grinned again just thinking about it.

His brother was always a nosy gossip, and had been trying to sniff out a secret of some noble or another last night. In the process, he’d failed to keep track of time, and found himself caught outside when the sun rose. A naive child’s mistake, unthinkable for a man almost three-hundred years of age. For once, Anton was the victim of passing mockery rather than the perpetrator. Even Kane, half-disowned as he was, had received a rare call from one of his older sisters tonight filling him in on the latest drama through fits of giggles. In time, the blunder would be forgotten, but he was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

Kane took a nice hot bath, one of his favorite ways to relax. After drinking his fill of delicious blood --problem-free, the human had entirely given up physical struggle in favor of verbal rebellion at this point, though he still winced at every bite-- he allowed the human to join him in the living room.

He knew that most human-owning vampires did not allow their bloodbags out of their quarters save for very special occasions, but most vampires had... friends, as much as he hated to admit it. So sometimes, he treated the human more like a pet than a meal. After giving the millionth grumbled rant about how Kane did not have “cable”, whatever that was, the human picked out a tape and put it on.

This was nice. Sitting on the soft couch, reveling in his brother’s albeit-temporary downfall, still warm from his bath, the taste of fresh blood in his mouth. So nice.

Purrrrrrr...

“What the hell is that noise?” the human asked.

Kane hadn’t purred in a very, very long time. It usually only happened with physical contact, and isolated as he was, he didn’t get a lot of that these days.

“Is that you?” the human pressed. “Are you purring? Like a cat? Vampires purr!?”

Kane rolled his eyes, his voice coming out somewhat rumbly through the purring. “Yes, we purr. And it’s not “like a cat”, it’s actually--”

“Holy shit, that’s hilarious!” The human burst into laughter. “Oh my god, big bad vampire over here purring like a little kitty cat!”

Kane felt his face flush with embarrassment. He wasn’t even sure why, this was one thing about him that was normal, the human’s lack of knowledge about his kind shouldn’t have gotten to him. But this was supposed to be the day someone else was the laughing stock. The fact that he was still being mocked, by his own human...

The purring stopped.

“You think you can disrespect me like that?” Kane snapped, standing up. “Get the fuck out of my face.” He pointed back toward the human’s quarters.

The human’s face fell instantly. “Aw, come on, I was just kidding around. I just put the tape in.”

Kane was angry now. First insulting him, now disobeying orders.

Humans were slow. Slow to move, slow to percept. It was effortless to grab him by the shirt collar and slam him against the wall before he could even blink.

“You seem to have forgotten that you are to listen when I give you orders. Do I seem like a kitty cat now?” Kane snarled, roughly slamming him a second time for good measure. A satisfying thunk as his head hit the wall.

The human’s voice trembled. “N-no. You, um, you don’t.”

Kane threw him to the ground. “Then do as you’re told.”

The human wasted no time in scrambling fearfully back to his room, shutting the door behind him.

Kane slumped back onto the couch, but the moment had passed.

(Kane’s captivity)

Kane was on the floor of his cell, bound to the board. They’d left him strapped to it after the most recent time they took him in from the sun, which must have been about two week ago by now, given that the burns covering nearly every inch of his body had healed about halfway. His position itself was not stressful, but he ached all over from being locked into place for so long. His skin hurt everywhere, his silver-bound wrists and ankles most of all, but at least they’d left him alone while he healed.

It seemed his time was up and that he was determined fit enough to punish again, because two hunters entered his cell that day. Kane just stayed very still, not that he had any other choice, quietly laying there as they exchanged banter. Inevitably, their attention turned to him. He winced under their gazes, silently hoping that it wouldn’t be the sun again this time.

“Ha, it thinks it’s not ready for another round. So flinchy.” The man scratched under Kane’s chin mockingly. The angle he’d been placed at when they’d left him in the yard had allowed him to protect that spot from the sun by letting his head hang down, so it didn’t hurt. It had been so long since Kane had last felt a touch that didn’t hurt. So, so long.

To his horror, he began to purr.

The hunters took notice immediately.

“Are you hearing this?” the man asked. He stopped scratching, the purring stopped. He started back up, so did it. On and off and on and off, like Kane was a light switch.

The woman laughed. “Guess you learn something new every day. The things fucking purr.” She leaned in close. “I think that means we’re going too easy on it, if it’s still finding a way to enjoy itself.”

The man smirked. “Think we can train it out of it?”

Kane was instantly overcome with dread, his eyes welling with tears. “I c-can’t control it, sir.” he protested feebly. If they tried to train it out of him... he wouldn’t be able to stop. He wouldn’t be able to be good.

“Oh, of course you can’t.” he replied, starting up the scratching again. “We just wanna see how bad we have to make it hurt before you just can’t purr anymore.”

The woman pulled out a silver knife with a smile at his words.

Kane sobbed. Silver on his skin was bad enough, but it was so much worse on the inside. Burning metal against his unprotected innards, penetrating muscle and organs, the sickening sizzle of his flesh burning inside freshly-sliced-open wounds.

“Aw, don’t like that idea?” the woman teased. She nodded at the man. “Keep going.”

The ironically gentle scratching started up again. Kane’s body betrayed him, beyond desperate for any semblance of comfort. Purrrrrr...

He screamed as the knife plunged into his stomach.

Two hours later, after the hunters obliged his begging for them to press the blade against the underside of his chin, the purring finally stopped.

(Kane with Jim, a few months in)

Jim had somehow gotten used to having Kane around. That day, like many others, was spent lounging around with the blinds drawn. It was strange, how much it resembled his own captivity with the vampire, when things couldn’t possibly be more different.

“Hey, pass me the remote?” Jim asked.

“Mm-hmm.” Kane handed it off to him.

“Thanks.” He gave Kane a friendly pat on the shoulder, earning a rare smile from him.

And that’s when he heard that sound again. Soft and rumbly, just like a cat. Purrrrrrrrr...

They both froze.

Jim remembered the last time he’d heard Kane purr. It... hadn’t ended well. He recalled being tossed around like a ragdoll, slammed into the wall by the man sitting right next to him. He pulled away instinctively, echoes of fear settling into him.

Kane’s reaction was much worse. His eyes went wide with terror as he flinched violently, clutching his shoulder, the purring stopping instantly.

“I d-didn’t mean to.” His voice was barely a whisper. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to purr, I’m sorry, please.” He sounded like he might cry.

Jim felt his fear ebb away somewhat. The Kane here now wasn’t going to cause him any harm. In fact, it sounded like he was afraid Jim was going to hurt him.

“What’s wrong?” Jim asked.

“I won’t, won’t do it again, I-I mean, I’ll try my best,” His breaths came quick and fearful, “I can’t control it.” He sounded entirely defeated, suddenly resigned to the horrible consequence he was picturing.

“Hey.” Jim tried to pull him back out of whatever dark place his head was going to. “I’m not gonna hurt you, remember? It’s okay to purr.”

“Thank, thank you.” Kane seemed to start to calm down.

“Say it back.” Jim instructed. He’d been trying that for a while to help Kane feel safer, and it had been working pretty well so far.

“It’s okay t-to purr.” Kane repeated, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

“Those sick fucks hurt you for it?” Jim couldn’t help but ask.

Kane nodded, shuddering. That was just too damn sad. When was the last time this guy had real contact with another person that didn’t involve pain?

Guess that was his responsibility now.

Jim hovered a hand above Kane’s head. “Can I...?”

“Just... please not my chin?” Kane said, tentatively. Still afraid to make any kind of request. The fact that he’d asked at all was a sign of progress.

“Of course.” Jim lightly petted his hair, and the purring started up again, much louder this time. Slowly, the vampire started to relax. The smile returned.

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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harmless (additional scene #3)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader)

Warnings: cursing, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, mention of violence, alcohol, obnoxious flirting, and feels lol

Word count: 6.8k

A/N: hello hi hello! we back! how are we all doing? thank you to @notsochillnerd for the inator and theme for this chapter! Also Harmless Mini Drabbles are a thing now so you can head on over there for more nonsense :))

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

“Steve.”

“No.”

“Steve,” Bucky is on the verge of pleading. “C’mon, man.”

“I can’t take you off the mission, Buck.”

“Just next week, I swear.” Bucky puts his hand up in an oath. “I’ll make up for it.”

“There’s no one who can do it next week,” Steve maintains, even though he sounds mildly apologetic.

“Clint can.”

“Clint’s had two concussions and broke his arm”

“That sounds like a personal problem.”

Steve just arches his brows, unimpressed. Bucky sighs, shooting off a quick ‘sorry’ under his breath.

Was he really, though?

The elevator sounds off a ding on their floor, doors opening. FRIDAY greets the both of them as usual, receiving one back in unison.

“You’ve never bailed like this before.” Steve presses the button for the basement. “What’s going on?”

“She’s got this evil convention happening in town next week that she’s been dying to go to,” Bucky explains, chin tilted up to watch the numbers flashing on the little monitor as the elevator descended. “I said I’d be there.”

“An evil convention,” Steve repeats, although it’s not too far-fetched of an idea.

“She’s barely evil, who cares.” He waves it off quickly. “Just let her buy some merch.”

“Why are you going?”

The truth was that it sounded like fun. What you read off the pamphlet managed to excite the little nerd who lived in the corner of his mind.

But as a superhero and chosen good-doer, he couldn’t exactly say that, so-

“Assessing potential threats. I said I’d go undercover,” he bullshits, but not entirely untruthful. “Also those weirdos who kidnapped her might be there, so it’s technically SHIELD business too.”

The elevator comes to a stop at the common room floor.

Bucky rolls his eyes instinctively when the doors open to a cast-wearing, dark bruise around one eye-having Clint. He grins toothily at them through a busted lip.

No one had any idea how he got them. He wasn’t even on a mission; just showed up one day with unexplained injuries and a bottle of tequila.

“Look, it’s fuckin’ Blackeye,” Bucky quips, making space for him.

“It’s still Hawkeye, you dickhead.” Clint purposely takes another step back, forcing Bucky into the corner.

“No one cares.”

“Bet I’m still a better shot than you, Jim.”

“Lotta talk for someone who can’t even hold a gun straight.” Bucky’s eyes dart towards his cast. Dark squiggles decorated it. Clint called them drawings. Bucky called them ugly.

Clint struggles against the plaster, clamping down on his lip in concentration. It takes a while before Bucky realises he’s trying to flip him the middle finger. He fails and Bucky’s smugness makes a return.

“Today’s Valentine's Day,” Steve points out, shifting the conversation before one of them ended up getting thrown down the elevator shaft.

“Yeah, the six thousand flowers in the living room gave that away,” Clint wasn’t wrong. Bucky could smell the hydrangeas for at least three floors.

“At least Tony’s doing something. What are your plans for today?”

“Thought I’d take Tasha out. There’s this new underground fighting ring that opened downtown, she’d love it.”

No one comments. It’s all blank stares and dead silence.

Clint scoffs. “Like you two have never done anything illegal in your lives.”

“What about you?” Steve turns to his best friend, hoping he had a saner, less criminal idea.

“World saving.” Bucky’s eyes dart up to the ceiling again, body now set against the railing.

“What about after that?”

Greasy pizza and the Terminator movies because the stupid team wouldn’t stop calling him that.

Bucky just raises his shoulders and drops it carelessly.

“Now that’s just sad,” Clint states and Bucky’s jaw grinds. “You haven’t been on a date since what, the Cold War?”

“I’m a little rusty on which year it was,” he says dryly. “Guess I’ll just have to ask your mom-”

“Alright,” Steve interrupts.

Clint stifles a laugh. Bucky does the same with a smile.

The eighty or so floors are a disadvantage when you’re stuck in a metal box with an idiot who didn't care much for his safety, and Clint.

“How come you ain’t asked her out yet?” The latter asks.

“Who?” Bucky peers up from the floor.

“You’re about as dumb as you look if you need me to explain who I’m talkin’ about, Barnes.”

“Heard you only got two concussions, Barton. We can make it three.”

Steve sighs.

“Ask her out,” Clint continues relentlessly like it was his business in the first place.

“No.” Maybe he would have thought of doing it, but now that someone was telling him to do it, he wasn't going to. Out of spite.

“You’ve been seeing her every week for nearly a year,” he rattles on without any regard for his life. “You have no other friends, you don’t have anything resembling a social life.”

“I have friends.”

“Oh, yeah? Who?”

“The team,” Bucky says, a tick in his voice.

“That’s funny.” Clint snickers. “We’re bein’ serious, Barnes, quit playing around.”

Asshole.

“Whose floor is this?” Steve is grateful when it opens to the common room and its newly established flower garden.

“Mine, Cap.” Clint takes a step forward. “I’ll let you know if you have to come bail us out at any point tonight.”

“You’re on your own, Barton.” The corner of Steve’s mouth curls upwards in amusement.

Clint lifts one shoulder in a half shrug before the door closes on him.

“He’s not wrong, you know.” Steve shoots a glance at Bucky.

“He literally always is,” Bucky deadpans. “There is not one situation in which he is even remotely correct.”

Steve pauses. “Fair.”

Bucky hooks his thumbs into the pocket of his jeans, choosing to remain in the corner even though there was ample space to move around. “Where are you taking T?”

“I have no idea,” Steve admits, glancing up. “She planned this one out.”

“Ah.”

Bucky had lost track of the number of times Steve had met with her in the last two months. Every second day he’d creep out of the tower, bashful when he came back to questions and relentless teasing about the newest pictures circulating Twitter. Turns out you were right. T kept him on his toes and somehow, it was exactly the guy needed.

“How was your date last week?” Steve pulls out of memory instead. Bucky had hoped it had withered and died, but no such luck.

“T’was okay.” For the most part, whenever the guy managed to tear his eyes away from his phone to even look at him. “I don’t think I’ll be seein’ him again.”

“Didn’t you go on a second date with the other one? Jem?”

“In love with her best friend.” She was nice, though. “Kicked my ass at bowling too.”

Steve gives a small exhale in exchange for a laugh. “You’re clearly not interested, so why do you keep going?”

Bucky doesn’t know. He established long ago that dates weren’t his thing, the idea of meeting a stranger and just hitting it off wouldn’t work with someone as heavy a background as him. His trust just didn’t function that way.

“Ask her out,” Steve says again when he doesn’t answer.

“Steve.”

“Don’t bother lying to me. You’re fuckin’ terrible at it.”

Maybe it was time to get new friends. A hundred-odd years and counting seemed too long to have someone around.

“She’s evil,” he protests weakly.

The captain snorts. “Convenient.”

“Hold on.” Bucky has a revelation at the same time the elevator doors open with the same ding. “You can replace me.”

He’s got him there.

“I’m busy.”

“No, you’re not. You have nothing scheduled.” Bucky narrows his eyes. “You willin’ to let your best friend walk into the jaws of death with a bunch of people who don’t care about him?”

Steve claps him on his back. “Absolutely.”

A few years ago that would have worked.

“Punk,” Bucky mumbles.

“Jerk,” Steve replies on instinct. Bucky smirks. “If it wasn’t next week, I’d have done it, but I got a dinner reservation.”

“Can’t you have dinner once you’re back?” At the entrance of the garage, he can see the silhouette of a bike and its owner straddling it. “‘S not like the restaurant’s going anywhere.”

“I can’t cancel this one, Buck. Sorta important,” his friend doesn’t explain more but Bucky doesn’t bother asking either since T soon comes into view.

“Hey, Bucky.” She hands Steve a helmet.

“Hey T.” Bucky comes to a stop a few feet away. “How’s it going?”

“Pretty good.” T waits for Steve to climb on behind her. He does so, but not before giving her a small kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for lending me your nunchucks. Absolutely killed at the party.”

“Don’t mention it.” He sends her a smile. “Make sure he’s home early, he starts feelin’ drowsy at six. Old people problems.”

“We’re the same age, asshole,” Steve states and T just chuckles.

“Duly noted.” She starts the engine. “See you around.”

“Think about what I said,” Steve calls out, pulling his helmet over his head and buckling it.

Bucky presses his lips together. “No.”

He doesn’t have time to see Steve react when T pulls out of the garage.

The lair’s lit up in pink. As it should be.

If he looks closely, the giant glass pillars have heart-shaped bubbles floating through them, which physically should be impossible but he stopped questioning all this months ago. If you wanted heart shaped bubbles, you were going to get heart shaped bubbles.

“Y/N,” he says simply, hand holding onto his backpack. There was a stop he had to make before he landed up here, making him a little later than usual. “How long have you been up there?”

“Irrelevant,” you shout from atop the rising circular stage in the centre of the room. “Did you wear red on purpose today?”

He looks down at his henley and jeans. “Sure.”

“I can’t believe you’re in costume and I’m not.” Your jaw drops.

He’s about to comment on how this isn’t a costume but you clap twice and the lights go off. A spotlight shines down on you. Even your outfit’s different- a bright sequin jacket and ruffles and things he doesn’t even know the names of.

You look like a whole Elton John concert.

“Mr Barnes.” There’s a small head mic near your mouth. “Pick a number from 1 to 3.”

“For what?” He halts near the base of the stage so you can hear him better.

You grin, arms spread wide. “I’m about to serenade you.”

“Please don’t.” He likes the bright pink glasses you’ve got on. He kind of wants a pair.

“It’s imperative that I do,” you insist. “I found this great song by Outkast that you’d fuckin’ hate.”

“I’m sure you did.” He holds out his hand. “But if you sing to me, I’m leaving.”

“Bore.” You give in rather quickly, using his grip as balance to hop off the stage. “Won’t even let me seduce you on the most romantic day of the year.”

You clap twice and all the lights return back to normal, the spotlight disappearing.

“You sure ‘bout that?” He raises an eyebrow. “All this glitter’s really working for you.”

“You got a sparkle fetish, Barnes?” Still, you shrug off the waistcoat lined with rhinestones. “All this flirting and you still won’t make out with me behind the church.”

“I was raised properly.”

“Bullshit.” You pull the top hat off your head. “I’ll get you there someday.”

“You can try.”

You applaud two more times. This time when the lights turn off and on again, you’re back in your civilian clothes, a notably substantial lack of feathers and sequins.

“Also, spill it,” Bucky adds as an afterthought, trailing behind you as you take the steps up to the platform where the cabinets and TV screens were.

“Spill what?”

“Where T’s taking Steve.”

“Bucky Barnes, you are a gossip.” You chortle and he just smiles. “What’s next on the old man schedule, Bingo Night?”

“Show some respect, you’re talkin’ to the three time district champ here,” he bites back.

“The ladies at the retirement home must throw themselves at you.”

“Yeah, got a date lined up with one of ‘em right after this.”

“When’s it gonna be my turn, huh?” you huff playfully. “T’s taking him white water rafting, and then they’re getting ice cream.”

Cute.

“Did y’know they aren’t official yet?” You lean against the table for a casual conversation in the middle of evil-doing.

“He hasn’t asked already?” Hypocrite. Every single piece of advice and learning Bucky had given Steve 80 years ago was useless. The man had no game.

What a loser.

“No, not yet.” You pull out a box by its handles. “She isn’t making a move because she doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable, so it’s really in his court now.”

It suddenly occurs to him why next week’s dinner may be such a huge, un-cancellable thing. Interesting.

Bucky lifts his head towards you instead. “What’s the plan for today?”

You hit the table lightly, pushing yourself off it. “You know Fury, right?”

“No.”

“Okay, so Fury’s not authorising one of my plans-” You put aside his sarcasm “-and so I can’t build my inator.”

“I don’t remember that ever stopping you in the past.” The incident with the giant raccoons drunk on crab apples is one that pops up in his mind.

“True, but I miss him. He’s been ignoring my calls,” you whine. “I even tweeted at the SHIELD Twitter handle and they blocked me.”

Bucky’s not surprised.

“So, I’m going to convince him.” You spin around to yank open a drawer, announcing loudly, “Behold!”

There’s a series of arrows, at least ten, in a box. Shades of pink, red and orange, with feathery ends and shafts engraved with small little swirls.

“You're gonna hunt him,” he says casually.

“No, Jesus Christ.” You scoff, reeling back. “Cupid’s Arrows. I’m gonna get him to fall in love with me for three minutes so he’ll authorise my plan to make a Disintegrator-inator.��

“These make someone fall in love with you?” He watches you pick up one of the obnoxious little buggers.

“More like an intense crush, not love,” you elucidate, jutting your lip out in thought, “and it doesn’t hurt, just kinda dissolves the minute it makes contact with skin. Point is, he’ll be so enamoured that he’ll let me build whatever I want.”

“Right.” He gives a short nod. “I could break ‘em right now and make sure you don’t.”

“You always say this, but you never do.” You hold an arrow out like a sword. “Some might say you secretly like these plans.”

He plucks it out of your hand and snaps it in half like a twig. “Some might be morons.”

You gasp, pulling the box away from him. He pulls it back.

There’s a glaring match incoming, he can feel it. Memories of the last time he argued with you over a box resurfaces, so he promptly puts an end to it before it even begins, retracting his hand.

“Ain’t really your thing, though,” he comments. “Is it?”

You click your tongue. “You know me too well. I’m asking for a replacement.”

Like you’d be able to live with that decision for even a day.

“I wasn’t actually going to use it. Isn’t really ethical.” You look at them. “But they’re pretty.”

He gives a small sound in agreement, picking one up to examine it. “They’re working models?”

“I’d never bring you fakes, baby. They’re as real as my love for you.” You grin when he rolls his eyes at you. He flicks his wrist back and forth slowly, testing the stiffness. “They’re very strong, Bucky, don’t.”

“You’re the only person here.” They were actually pretty well made, from what knowledge he had of archery.

“Yeah, and if that hits me then I’ll be in love with myself,” you say like it’s obvious. “What are you gonna do once you have to compete for my love?”

“Given how fucking obsessed you are with me, I don’t think it’ll be too much of a fight.” He pricks the tip of his finger, ignoring your yelp.

You were right, the second it touches his skin it wastes away into a pile of glitter that vanishes before it reaches the ground.

You grimace, watching him through one open eye for a reaction.

He raises an eyebrow, flipping his hand back and forth. The world still turns but nothing feels out of the ordinary.

Bucky looks at you. “I don’t think it works.”

“Idiot.” You let out a breath, dragging the box away from him again but this time he doesn’t contest it. He was a workplace hazard if you had ever seen one. “That just confirms my other theory.”

“What theory?” His eyebrows pull together as another thought crosses his mind swiftly.

“That you-” you poke his chest. Rock hard pecs are more of a strain on your finger than any part of him. “-don’t have a heart.”

“Thanks.” It comes out a bit distant, more focused on the fact that he has a different theory altogether.

“Moving on,” you announce, halting when he looks at you questioningly. “What, you think I was going to stop there?”

He didn’t.

“Go on.”

“You know that bar downtown-” You gesture with your finger in its general direction “-the one that’s whole shtick is being rude to your face?”

“No?” He tries jogging his memory to see if anything comes up.

“Yeah, well, you enter the premises and they call you a bitch,” you say. “So that’s that.”

Great.

“The world’s gotten nicer,” he grunts. “What about it?”

“They have this Valentine’s Day deal going. If they think you’re cute, they’ll give you free drinks for the evening.” It's endearing, he thinks, how excited you look. “They’re known for turning everyone down for the past few years, it’s supposed to be a real humbling experience.”

“You could use a few of those.” Bucky nods in approval.

“Anyway,” you ignore his comment, speaking loudly. “I thought of the most brilliant plan.”

He presumes the glow that emanates from the next box you pull out from the drawer has something to do with it.

“So I did my research.” You have one hand paused on the rim for suspense. “Really dug into the whole ‘Love is blind’ concept.”

Bucky waits for you to continue.

“Yeah, so blah, blah, science stuff. Essentially, they’ll only have a vague idea of what we look like, but they’re gonna love it.” This seems like too much effort for some stupid bar. “And then we get free drinks.”

“What’s that, a glowstick?” He makes a mention to the light.

“Behold,” you exclaim for the second time that day, “a halo-disguise-inator.”

It’s a large ring, just slightly bigger than your hand. It isn’t as bright as he expected it to be, but you toss it up into the air and almost instantly it fixes itself a few inches above your head, seemingly just floating.

“I’m not wearin’ that,” he remarks instantly. Maybe if it were the sunglasses he’d have a different opinion.

“Why not?” You pout. “I made you one in pink.”

“Feel like I’m in Vegas. You look like a neon sign.”

Your eyebrows scrunch together. “You have no sense of drama.”

“Maybe a billboard.” He tilts his head. “Do you think you’ll attract moths?”

“I hate you so much,” you groan. “It doesn’t attract insects, you motherfucker.”

“You got wings to go with this?” he puts forth seriously. “How about a bow?”

“I do have a bow.” You glare at him. “I made it for the arrows but my aim is shit.”

“You got the whole ‘fit then.” Bucky crosses his arms over his chest. “But other than makin’ eyes bleed, this isn’t evil.”

“Ah.” You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, wagging a finger. “Trickery and illusion.”

He has to control the urge to equate you with Thor’s brother, but reminding you about Loki would just bring up the whole cape conversation and he just didn’t have the energy to argue with you about that again.

“You’re supposed to think I look great.” You sigh, tweaking the position of the lightbulb-substitute hanging over your head. “Bet your serum has something to do with this.”

He opens his mouth to awkwardly contest this, only to have you cut him off.

“C’mon, we gotta get there before rush hour,” you urge, gesturing for him to hurry up.

“Why do I have to come?” The idea of an overcrowded place with people being pricks to him is usually what he calls home.

“You think I’m going to be seen day-drinking alone?” You narrow your eyes at him. “Fuck no. We’re both going.”

“I can't get drunk.” You knew that, but he still reiterates it.

“You can have a Piña colada anyway.” That's an offer that sounds good enough not to refuse. “Apparently they make the best ones in town.”

Bucky swings his bag over his shoulder. “What if your plan doesn't work?”

“If worst comes to worst-” You point to the box of arrows “-we still have those.”

He reaches over and snaps another one.

You whack his arm. He grins.

The bar’s clearly one of the trendier ones on the block, its reputation preceding it. Regardless of the fact that it was one in the afternoon, a line was starting to form. Bucky had no doubt it would only grow further as the day went on.

“No one’s talkin’ to each other,” he observes, the line eerily devoid of life. Most of them were just peering into their phones.

“If they think you’re single, you have a better chance.” You count how many people are left in front of you. “People’ve been trying to cheat the system for years. Everyone’s got a strategy.”

“This is so stupid,” he mumbles. “Don’t tell me we’re doing the same thing.”

“I wouldn’t leave you unsupervised on your first visit, Bucko.” You link your arm with his and pull him to the back of the line. “Plus, someone has to avenge you if you get insulted.”

“Considerate.” He shifts his bag to the other shoulder to leave your hand around his elbow.

Within a minute there were already people lined up behind him. Some in large boisterous groups, following your example, but mostly unpaired.

“You gotta sell it,” you say, shielding your eyes from the sun. He’s not sure what use that has, considering that the stupid halo was shining directly above your head and just filled in whatever the sun couldn’t reach.

“Sell what?” Bucky looks at you.

“That you’re dying to get a free drink.”

“What, it’s not written on my face?” He stares ahead, emotionless.

“That plant looks more excited than you.” You point at the shrub.

He plasters a fake smile on and a thumbs up. “Please give us a drink.”

“You’re horrendous.”

“You’re annoying.” His gaze shifts beyond you. “Line’s moving.”

“If we don’t get one, it’s your fault.” You turn away with an air of indignation. His fake smile gives way to a genuine one.

“I’ll buy you a juice box.”

“Fuck your juice box,” you declare. “I want two.”

Bucky waits for the second your attention is away from him before doing a quick swipe for the halo on top of your head. He swiftly shoves it behind his back and into his pocket, away from your view.

“Let’s do this.” You smile sinisterly, rolling your neck and cracking your knuckles.

He snorts. “You gonna punch them?”

“Shut up and wish us luck.”

He does, all while biting back a laugh as you walk up to the desk out front.

“Hey there,” you greet the burly bouncer and the lady receptionist with a hard stare.

“Fuck you.”

“Alright.”

His face twists. Even though you’ve warned him of what to expect, it’s still jarring.

They took a long, hard look at him. He stares back, devoid of any apprehensions.

They shift their glare to you, and you, with all your experience thanks to the man next to you, glare right back.

They write down something on a piece of cardboard before tearing it out of the book and handing it to you, mentioning for you both to go in.

“Thanks.” You smile widely at them before yanking him towards the door in a hurry. “And fuck you too.”

He doesn’t even get a chance to say it back to them before he’s thrust into disco lights and the smell of booze.

“What the hell,” you state the minute the door closes behind you.

“What?” He has to blink to adjust to the change in his surroundings.

“They just-” you point to the stupid ticket that he hasn’t looked at yet. “How the hell?”

In the semi-dim lighting, he can make out a messily scribbled ‘One Free Drink’ on the torn piece of paper.

“Would you look at that,” he says. “Congratulations.”

“Congratulations to you. Fuckin’ pretty boy privilege.”

“Or Avenger,” he points out, “and they didn’t just look at me.”

“You’re obscenely beautiful, stop underselling yourself,” you mutter.

He has nothing to say to that, instead follows behind you till you pull up at the bar and hop on a stool.

“One Piña colada, please.” He slides the ticket to the bartender who quickly glances over it before doing a double-take.

“That’s a first,” the guy comments, eyebrows raising as he checks out the both of you before turning around to make the drink anyway.

“Good choice.” You spin in your barstool to face him.

“I was told that’s what I’d get.” He has to talk a little louder to make sure you can hear him over the remixes of 80s power ballads that were blasting.

“It’s what they’re known for.” Your fingers make a swipe above your head to get rid of the halo. Instead, you come up empty handed.

You frown, swatting around more widely, only glancing up when you hit nothing.

“Oh yeah, sorry.” Bucky suddenly remembers, stretching his legs and reaching into his back pocket to pull it out. “You dropped this.”

“Do you never take a break?” You gape at him, taking back the halo from him. “Even on Valentine’s Day?”

“Justice never sleeps,” he says, mock seriously and deeply.

“Will justice sleep with me?”

“Jesus Christ.” He can hear your laugh as he chooses to look anywhere else but your face.

A live band has their equipment out for soundcheck, their poster on a canvas beside them informing him that they were to begin in half an hour. He wonders if they're any good, considering that he can tell from a five mile radius that the bassist looks absolutely hammered out of his mind.

“Okay.” Bucky leans against his elbow, returning his attention to you. “Now what?”

“Well-” you look around at the half filled establishment“-I don’t know. That’s all I had planned.”

He wants to facepalm. You look at him sheepishly.

“Piña Colada.” The bartender drops it in front of Bucky, complete with a little umbrella and a twisty straw.

“Thanks.” He gives a tightlipped smile to the guy.

“Anythin’ else I can get ya?” He throws the towel over his shoulder, leaning forward on the counter.

“A beer,” Bucky adds before sliding the fancier glass over to you.

“Comin’ up.”

You finally catch Bucky’s eye even after he tries to vehemently avoid it. “Did you just buy me a drink?”

“It was free,” he denies, lifting his beer bottle to his mouth.

“Right.” You grin, twirling the umbrella around with your fingers. “No other reason.”

“None at all.”

In a completely preceded turn of events, Bucky was right. The band was utter trash and the set is abandoned midway after a loud, weed-induced confession of unrequited love to someone who apparently didn't even show up.

It’s painfully silent for a minute before the loud chatter of the patrons resumes and the bassist stumbles off stage, still muttering half-baked apologies to his fellow band members who just furiously follow suit.

There’s a game of darts Bucky has an unfair advantage at, but it quickly works itself out when people start drunkenly placing bets on him. He has to pull back a few shots before people get too suspicious, but it’s the most undefeated he’s felt in a while.

“Fucking come on,” his latest opponent yells loudly, the crowd around them erupting into laughter.

“Just pay up, man.” His friends each had had a turn at getting their ass kicked by Bucky. At this point, they were taking part for the hell of it.

The money charitably goes towards more wings and fries and drinks, even towards the ones who proudly challenged him and lost. It’s a pretty good time.

“Swear to God, Barnes, we should start a game of beer pong right now.” You’re bouncing on the balls of your feet, a wild smile on your face and a gleam in your eyes. He loves it. “We’d make a fortune.”

“We’ll get thrown out.” He laughs, face red from all the claps on the backs and cheers he had received after defeating what was probably the tenth person that afternoon. “That bouncer’s been eyein’ us all afternoon.”

“We got nothing to lose,” you call out in return. There’s no way you're tipsy, he’s sure of it. You had stopped after the first drink, more interested in his sudden rise to fame at the joint and his subsequent reaction to it.

“Not a good look for Earth’s mightiest heroes.”

“Fine,” you relent, taking a seat at the bar again. You toss him a water bottle and he catches it with one hand. “Hydrate or die-drate, bar boy.”

He waves at a group that shouts their goodbyes at him at varying levels of noise, before turning back to you.

“Hi,” you say, giddiness expressing itself on your face.

“Hey.” He nods, twisting the cap back into place and placing it on the table. “You done profiting off me?”

“You loved it,” you retort, fingers tracing the bar in emphasis. “I always betted on you winning.”

“You were cheating.”

“You stole my halo.”

Touché.

“Say, ain’t it time for your hot date, Mr Barnes?”

“Actually, retirement home’s got their annual chess tournament going on.” He shrugs, dejection weighing down on his shoulders. “So no, she bailed on me.”

“Not the chess tournament. How could she?” You press a hand to your heart. “If it helps, in this game of chess, you’re the only king I care about.”

“It doesn’t, but thanks.” He declines the bartender’s offer for another beer. If it weren't for the serum flowing through his veins, he’d probably have alcohol poisoning by now. “Where’s your hot date?”

“Right here.” You wink at him obnoxiously and he rolls his eyes. “I don’t have one. Turns out Justin Baldoni wasn’t free.”

“Sucks to be him,” Bucky says.

“I’ll drink to that.” You lift your water bottle in cheers. He only bumps against it with his hand considering that he didn’t have one.

“D’you think they’re done with river rafting yet?” Bucky looks out at the bar that had only gotten more crowded since the both of you had arrived. Someone had thrown up on the pool table. Not ideal.

“Pretty sure.” You check your watch. “It’s evening, they should be.”

He knew he’d been there a few hours but the thought that it was evening hadn’t even occurred to him.

“You gotta go?” You lean your chin on your palm. “We only just got here, like, twenty hours ago.”

He breathes out a small laugh. “I think we’ve stayed too long.”

“I’m going to need you to stop being right.” You shake a finger at him.

Bucky notices the bouncer who had slowly inched closer and closer over the day. “Swear to God that guy’s gonna kick us to the curb.”

“You can charm him like you did with the lady at the front desk.”

“Solid plan.”

It takes another bottle of water and three more songs before it becomes truly pathetic. It hit only when you looked around and realised no one who had been there originally when you arrived still remained.

“Okay, Barnes.” You straighten up, shaking the laziness that had started to settle into your shoulders. “Any last words before we end Valentine’s Day sad and alone?”

He thinks for a second before resolutely saying, “Fuck chess.”

“Wise.” You hum in agreement. “And that conclu-”

“Wait,” he interrupts for a change, unzipping his backpack, “before I forget.”

You let out a noise in annoyance. “If you’re going to offer me batteries again for the stupid halo thing, I’m reminding you that it’s solar powered-”

He holds out a single rose and a tiny box. Your mouth shuts as quickly as it opened.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” There’s a small smile on his face that he can’t quite conceal.

“Oh,” you say dumbly, taking it from him at the pace of a snail. “But I didn’t get to serenade you.”

“Let’s keep it that way.”

“Okay.”

The rose is sort of squished down from how much the bag’s been shifting around all day and there’s a few petals that were missing but it was still just as lovely. The box has a small ribbon on it, slightly loose and out of shape but who cares.

You pry open the lid slowly.

There’s an adorable little bracelet in there, with a charm attached. Even in the shitty lighting, with the disco ball shine hitting just right occasionally, you can make out it’s a tiny ray gun.

“Figured since you gave me this-” he trails off, shaking his wrist to jingle the solar system bracelet. How he still had it, you had no idea. Probably more important to ask why he still had it.

“It’s beautiful.” You look up at him, biting your lip. “Thank you.”

He gives you a half smile- tight, embarrassed and slightly lopsided but stupidly cute all the same. Maybe you wanna kiss him.

Stop staring at his face.

‘Well, then he should stop staring back,’ your inner monologue argues.

But he doesn’t, not for a while at least, so finally, you clear your throat and tear your eyes away.

Your gaze lands on the abandoned stage with all its instruments and equipment still lying there. Bucky can almost hear the gears in your head turning.

“Fuck no,” his reply is immediate, the minute you turn to him with mischief written all over your face.

“Fuck yes.” You hop off the barstool to make your way over to the stage, the flower and box placed gently on the counter in front of him for safekeeping.

“Y/N, no.”

“Y/N, yes.” You laugh loudly. It has him a little starstruck. “Evil will win today, Bucky Barnes.”

“Shit,” he swears under his breath when you jump on stage, grabbing hold of the mic. He buries his face in his hands.

Evil wins by singing Happy Valentine's Day by Outkast.

Evil also gets the both of you kicked out of there.

Bucky returns later that evening only to find Clint in the dining room with another concussion and Natasha with a sigh of exasperation in the form of an explanation. Still, her cheeks are dusted pink and Clint’s not dead, so he can imagine that whatever shit they got up to, they had a good day.

The hydrangeas are more or less shifted to Tony’s floor for him to deal with alone. The common room and the elevator ride up to his floor still smells of them, though. He has no doubt that the smell was going to persist for the next week at least.

Steve’s room is left slightly ajar. Bucky pauses in front of it for a second before knocking, head ducked as he waits for a response.

“Come in,” his best friend calls back.

“Hey.” Bucky pushes the door open but does not move past the doorway. “Got a minute?”

“Buck.” Steve sits up straight on his bed. “When’d you get back?”

“Just now.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “You?”

“Half an hour ago.” Steve lowers the volume of whatever movie he was watching.

“Nerd.”

Steve’s face pulls into a smirk. “You said you didn’t have a date.”

“I didn’t.”

“We’re gonna need a new bar of soap for all the shit that comes out of your mouth.”

“Fuck right off, Rogers.” Bucky chuckles. “You’re one to talk.”

Steve presses his lips together in an admission of guilt.

“D’you have a good time?”

“Yeah.” The look on Steve’s face is soft. “I did.��

Bucky nods to himself, intending on leaving his friend to whatever daydream he was about to lose himself in as he had been doing rather frequently.

“You’re off next week’s mission, by the way.”

Bucky stops in his tracks. “Why?”

“I said I’d take it.” Steve raises the volume on the TV back to what it was. “Go hang out at your convention.”

“What about T?”

“I’ll meet her after that.” He shrugs. “Not a big deal.”

Bucky’s eyebrows knit together before he exhales slightly, pushing open the door and letting himself into the room without permission.

“Put me back on the roster, Steven.” Bucky takes a place on the bed, kicking off his shoes.

“What about your EvilCon?” Steve shuffles to make room for him.

“I can barely handle one of them, imagine a whole room.” Bucky blows out a breath, crossing his arms behind his head. “Don’t cancel your reservation.”

“You sure?” Steve looks unsure. “It’s just a dinner, I can reschedule.”

Bucky has a good idea of why the reservation next week was so important to Steve. Hell if he was going to get in the way of that.

Bucky rolls his eyes. “You’re such a drama queen. Don’t. ”

“If you say so.”

There’s silence other than the TV playing what he realises is Notting Hill. Probably a lineup of iconic romcoms was going to follow.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” Bucky pipes up after a moment.

Steve hides a sly smile.

all proceeds to my ko-fi go towards getting this very tired bitch some caffeine <3

also thank you to everyone who tagged me in this textpost. i tried to make my version of it in this chapter, hope it worked out :))

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Can u give a brief explanation of all the batkids? I just got into dc and it's hard to keep all seven of them straight from each other 😭 if this is no ur thing no need to worry lol just thought I'd ask from ur pfp !

yeah no problem! dc is one of my current hyperfixes so i’d be glad to infodump a little. also this is quite long so beware.

i’ll put an asterix beside the ones that are canonically bruce’s kids, the others he serves as a parental figure to but isn’t a legal parent.

dick grayson* is the eldest and the first robin. bruce adopted him after his parents died in a circus incident. he led the original teen titans and later became known as nightwing. his main canon love interests are koriand’r / kory anders (better known as starfire) and barbara gordon (who i’ll talk a little about later).

jason todd* is the second robin, who bruce adopted after he tried to steal a tire off of the batmobile. jason and bruce had a strained relationship to say the least, but that changed when jason was killed by the joker in an incident bruce felt he could’ve stopped. jason was resurrected by ra’s al ghul with the help of the lazarus pit, and became the villain red hood. he doesn't have any love interests that i can think of, but i could be wrong.

tim drake* is the third robin, and he was found by bruce after he found out that he was batman. his current alias is red robin (which i'm not gonna lie is basically just robin) and he had a short-lived run as drake (yes like the duck). his main love interests are stephanie brown (see next point) and bernard dowd (tim started questioning his sexuality in urban legends #6 and is canonically mspec).

stephanie brown, better known as spoiler or batgirl, decided to become a vigilante to go against her villain father. she met tim drake at some point during this and the two started a romance, which lasted from the mid-90s to last year (whew), until tim called it off while questioning his sexuality. she was temporarily killed by black mask but survived and recuperated in africa. her main love interest is tim drake, but many fans ship her with cassandra cain (next point).

cassandra cain*'s main aliases are orphan, batgirl, and black bat. she isn't actually an orphan, her parents are lady shiva and david cain, who originally used the orphan title. cass was taught how to fight from the moment she left the womb, and was taught to speak in body language rather than words. even though she doesn't live with her parents now and hasn't for a while, she still struggles with communication and is mostly nonverbal. she doesn't have any canon love interests as far as i'm aware, but as i said above, many fans ship her with stephanie brown.

damian wayne* is the son of bruce wayne and talia al ghul, making him bruce's only biological child. he lived with talia and her father ra's until he was ten, before she left him to bruce. the two have a strange dynamic, and really its dick and damian that have a father/son one, as damian first became robin while dick was standing in as batman. damian doesn't have any love interests (he barely has any friends to be honest).

duke thomas first came to light as the signal, but is also the second person to take up the black lightning moniker. he has electricy lightningy powers and they're SO cool i love them. he's probably the most underrated of the batkids but he's one of my faves. as far as love interests go i can't say for certain, but he did have a crush on a friend of his in wayne family adventures.

barbara gordon is the daughter of commissioner jim gordon and barbara kean. she was the first person to take up the batgirl title, and she now somewhat leads stephanie and cass as they use it. she was part of the orginal birds of prey lineup with (i believe?) black canary, huntress and harley quinn. she got shot in the spine by the joker which left her paralysed, and from her wheelchair she became oracle. as oracle, she sees everything that happens in gotham through the batcomputer and can speak to any bat on patrol through comms. her main love interests are dick grayson and jason bard (a member of the gotham police department).

EDIT: cass was legally adopted by bruce in her 2008 run, and does have a few canon love interests (notably conner kent, better known as superboy)

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witchy-jadda · 3 years

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rott spoilers ahead

so i’ve given myself some time to think about everything and try to process it all and here are some of my thoughts on trollhunters: rise of the titans...

- straight off the bat, i loved the intro. opening with blinky telling the story of what happened up until this point was incredible. i would have loved if they had circled back to this though (i saw someone else say it should have been him telling the story to jim and claire’s kids and i loved that idea!)

- i also liked that they didn’t waste time at the start, instead they just jumped right into the action which was fun.

- honestly, i thought jim’s plotline throughout the movie where he basically thought he was useless without the amulet was just really not fun to watch. i understand why it was there and it played into the climax but i really did not find it one bit necessary seeing as i felt that we have grown beyond that. i felt it was overused. we’ve been there before and jim is aware that he’s the trollhunter, amulet or not.

- douxie being so soft with nari was genuinely one of the most heartwarming parts of the movie. i feel that we were really robbed of so much potential with douxie in this movie though. we didn’t see nearly enough of him. it seemed that the writers were picking and choosing when to remember how powerful he is. switching with nari and connecting to her are two examples of when they actually used his power, but aside from that they just disregarded it a lot.

- and speaking of forgetting how powerful people are... i’m genuinely so hurt and let down over what they did to claire. do they not realise how powerful she is? did they just forget about her character arc? it sure felt like it. she got to use her powers a few times (connecting to nari, portalling the titan, etc) but mostly it felt like she was saying she was spent and therefore unable to do anything. she is so strong and so powerful, and that’s just so empowering - especially for young girls. and then it kinda felt to me that rott was reducing her to basically nothing more than jim’s love interest.

- okay another quick note, it kinda felt to me that krel’s potential was also pretty wasted? he barely did anything and i just think he deserved more too.

- ew okay i don’t even want to think about it but i know i can’t discuss rott without talking about the mpreg thing. seriously, what the fuck was that? at first, i thought it was going to be a joke. i thought aja and krel were gonna wind steve up and see how far they could go with making him think he was pregnant just for a little bit of comic relief. but then he was actually pregnant. and so i laughed, because even though it was dumb it was kind of funny. weird and unexpected, but kind of funny. but by the time the movie was over it just didn’t sit right with me. looking past the fact that it was just more of them making steve’s character into a joke, i couldn’t see the logic in giving so much time to that subplot when other characters (claire, douxie) and other relationships (claire and douxie’s friendship) were sidelined. maybe if he had gotten a whole season the mpreg thing could have been included as comic relief or whatever, but with such limited time i really don’t see the point of wasting so much time on something so pointless.

- speaking of steve, i need to talk about creepslayerz... they really deserved more :( like i get that eli literally helped steve through child birth and then named one after him which was lowkey adorable but i loved their friendship so much and i was really hoping to see more of them. i was kind of hoping they’d get to do more as well. look i gave up on hopes of a romance long ago (even though i still really wished it would happen) but i hoped that at least we’d see some more of their friendship.

* by this point my brain has decided to forget absolutely every point i wanted to make... cue the brain fog (we don’t like her) and allow me to take a moment to read back and try to find my point again *

- i don’t think i can stress enough how much i loved the visuals in this movie. holy fucking shit it was just phenomenal. like wow. the art was absolutely fantastic and i’m really hoping for another the art of... book because i love the art of trollhunters and i feel that they could do with updating it to include the newer stuff. but yep, the animation quality was incredible and i don’t have a bad thing to say about it because just wow.

- speaking of art... a moment of appreciation for character designs. just wow wow wow. we love to see such intricately designed villains. we love to see growth in our other much loved characters. and the locations too? fantastic. beautiful. amazing. loved it.

- another moment of appreciation for jim. the hair. the scars. the injuries. the winter jacket. the fact that he looked a little older.... loved it. loved it, loved it, loved it. i cannot wait to spend hours pouring over reference pictures to draw them all.

- and claire... her armor being weathered and worn. her eyes!! her hair looked great as always. i just love her...

- nari nari nari... my goodness, her magic is so beautiful. i wish we got to see more.

- also, the jlaire moments were very cute. their kisses? so soft. they literally love each other so much. i adore them.

- what happened to the babies from the darklands btw? is not enrique just chilling in the lake’s house with a ton of babies?

- barbara deserved better. i would have liked to see her and strickler happy.

- on that note, why the actual fuck did they think a few explosives would win against magic?? literal ancient magic and these dumbasses were like huh i guess we should blow it up. i’m sorry, what?? y’all are stupid.

* currently trying to think of every possible point that isn’t to do with the ending because i really don’t want to think about that yet *

- the whole thing with archie and charlemagne felt super unnecessary. like usually characters sacrifice themselves and it’s like sad and you can see the reasoning and stuff. but they literally could have gotten out. i really did not vibe with that. it felt like they just did that to leave douxie with no one.

- that trollmarket was beautiful though.

- speaking of trollmarket... they really restored the heartstone just like that? are you joking? i was not impressed at all. the heartstone was dead and gone, could not be destroyed. did they just forget that? half the shit in wizards wouldn’t have happened if the heartstone could have been restored. very pissed off by that. it was dead, that was it.

- okay back to jim... love that he pulled the sword from the stone. it was cute that it was a group effort, kinda would have preferred if it was just him but that’s just a me thing. and maybe me and my daylight tattoo are biased here, but excalibur is not half as pretty as daylight.

- not gonna lie, jim yelling come on trollhunters! kinda got me. i was very emotional watching this.

- i think the most in character jim moment of the whole movie was when he dropped excalibur, he didn’t have his armor, he was all alone and he decided to make a fist and fight the wizard/god with literally no weapon or means of defence. i don’t think y’all understand how much i love this dumb self sacrificing selfless boy. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, he is literally one of my most favourite characters of all time. i love him with all my heart.

- the armor!! wow wow wow. that was a fucking cool scene. beautiful.

- jim getting stabbed or whatever with that fucking spear thing nearly killed me.

- okay here goes... toby. my sweet toby. jim and toby’s friendship is one of my absolute favourites ever. my goodness. and toby getting in the van and going to save jim was incredible and such a toby thing to do. of course he would think of doing that.

- but like seriously... claire and douxie are so fucking powerful and they were both just like lol i guess we can’t do anything to help jim? i’m sorry what?? don’t tell me that claire wouldn’t go full on black and purple eyes and get herself up their to him. i just... i’m so bothered by the fact that they were sidelined y’all :|

- also, do not seriously try to tell me that aaarrrgghh!!! would let toby go on his own. he would have went with him. he would have followed him.

- literally as jim was falling the first thing that went through my mind was oh aaarrrgghh!!! is gonna run up and catch him.

- and while we’re on the topic of aaarrrgghh!!! why tf did they have such a build up that something was going to happen to either him or blinky for literally no reason? wtf

- aaarrrgghh!!! would not have let toby go alone!!! if he had been there, he would have protected toby, he would have saved him and none of that mess of an ending would have happened.

* ugh here’s the bit i was dreading... the ending *

- first off, i am choosing to ignore it.

- time stone? really? we’re... we’re gonna do this? literally one of the most original things i have ever watched is now - at the literal last possible minute - rip off another movie?? really?? whyyyy???

- i literally cannot express how much i hated it. it was so fucking unnecessary.

- he didn’t need to go back that far!!!

- i’m actually trying to block this out but i suppose i have to at least touch on it. jim would never ever put that burden on to toby. he just wouldn’t. before even looking at all of the other issues with toby getting the amulet, i need to say that. it just wouldn’t happen. he struggled so much with being the trollhunter, he wouldn’t put that on toby.

- also toby literally never wanted to be the trollhunter?? he never wanted the amulet? he wanted to be a duke and have his war hammer and go on adventures with his best friend and his wingman and eat mexican food.

- okay so um i guess they all just forgot about unbecoming? cool cool cool.

- seriously though, was it not established many times that jim literally had to be trollhunter? and if he wasn’t it would be draal and everything would go to shit? did they just forget about that??

- having jim just decide to give toby the amulet literally takes away from the entire meaning behind jim getting the amulet and becoming the trollhunter. the amulet chose jim. merlin chose him. out of all of the creatures in the world, it had to be jim. he can’t just give that to toby!!

- and as much as i love toby, he would not last a day as trollhunter.

- and that’s not even beginning to mention all that jim erased by not becoming trollhunter. no father son relationship between him and blinky. they didn’t stop steve from picking on eli so no steve redemption and no creepslayerz. is he just going to allow enrique to be taken? toby will not have the same incentive to go into the darklands to save him if that’s the case. strickler will not show any sort of sentiment towards toby either. and then the big one...

- IS THAT FUCKER REALLY GOING TO ALLOW CLAIRE TO NOT GET HER POWERS??? WHAT???

- if jim isn’t trollhunter and the whole thing with enrique doesn’t happen then claire will never get her shadowstaff. let’s be real, strickler probably wouldn’t even need angor rot with toby as trollhunter. somehow i can’t see him making it that far...

- if claire doesn’t have her shadow staff then the whole thing with morgana won’t happen. she won’t destroy the shadow staff and then she will never develop her powers. would jim really rob her of that?

- okay i can’t do anymore, it’s too much for me now...

- i touched on this already in a separate post but i gotta say it again... i did not enjoy the destiny is a gift bit at the end. first of all, jim having toby find the amulet literally takes the meaning of that speech and his destiny away instanty. and second, i just could not stand hearing emile hirsch say the words that belonged to anton yelchin. it was just uncomfortable.

aaand i think i’m done. maybe i’ll have more later but i have a headache now from all of this.

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