Okay. Don’t get me wrong. I love me some high quality Langst as much as the next fan girl. But do you know what I don’t love?
This perpetuated narrative of Lance being kidnapped by Lotor only to be corrupted all because of a little validation.
Oh na, na, na, na, Batman. Ray Charles to that bull shit, and let me tell you why.
When people talk about the bedroom scene, I think more often than not we look over the most amazing part of it. Yeah, sure, on a subconscious level, Lance was probably seeking some sort of validation, but that was not his main objective when he went knock, knock, knocking on Keith’s door.
In Lance’s mind, he had objectively weighted his worth against his teammates and found himself lacking. but because of how much he cares about his team and what their trying to accomplish, he was willing to step aside. (His own emotions about the situation be damned)
“This isn’t a participation game.”
And you know what? This is in line with Lance’s character. He’s a ride or die, jump in front of a bullet, martyr till the death of him type of mother fucker. He’s consistently puts his own well being and insecurities aside daily.
Because that’s the thing about insecurities. As harsh as it sounds, their typically self centered. This is war, and Lance isn’t about to let his own self doubt get in the way of saving the day.
Realistically, if Lance were to be kidnapped by Lotor, he’d be much more likely to say something along the lines of: ‘You know, maybe I’m a burden to my friends, maybe they don’t need me, but you must be out of your God Damn Mind if you think I’m helping your villainous ass hurt the people I love. *spits on Lotor*Go ahead, kill me, I ain’t afraid to die. I’ve been ready for this shit since season one.’
Honestly, I’m surprised so many people think he would be that weak to his own insecurities when he’s never once been shown like that. If you love Lance, realize and appreciate that he would rather fly himself into the god damn sun before betraying his friends.
“When I was falling from that building, all I could think about was her. All the time we spent together, through bad and happy moments, it went all through my mind like a movie. I was afraid… I couldn’t die without letting her know that I love her.”
A task as simple as breathing felt nearly impossible. My lips were open and I tried to breathe in, but barely any air entered my lungs. My throat was sore and I could taste the irony, disgusting flavor of blood on my tongue.
It couldn’t end like this..
Desperately, I tried to crawl away from this dark place, who knows what it was. All I knew was that it was cold, so cold I couldn’t feel my bare feet anymore. It was also really dark but a light was somewhere there, far away. The ground beneath me was hard and it felt rough, like stones.
I grabbed onto the ground, leaving bloody fingerprints after me as I did my best at getting myself out of this nightmare. My legs weren’t much help at all as I tried to kick myself further away. Everything hurt. I couldn’t name a spot on my body that felt fine.
‘‘No..’‘ I whimpered sadly, tears running down along my face. By now, my entire body was trembling. I was afraid I would die after that awful torturing. What if I’d never see Loki again?
‘‘L-Loki..’‘ I whispered my boyfriend’s name. It caused my heart to swell and a sob to escape my lips. It hurt. Oh, it hurt so much. As I used my last energy to move, I screamed. My fingertips started tingling and a little light appeared, highlighting only a few things around me.
Yes, Loki had taught me a few little magic tricks but I wasn’t as near as good as him. As I was held captive, my hands had been inside some metal balls so I couldn’t use my powers. It was frightening. The things they did to me were even worse.
I tried to brush it off my mind, hoping I could focus on my escape. I shut my eyes and it was so tempting to just sleep. Yes, I wanted to push my boundaries, light up my path and get away from here but I couldn’t. I was exhausted. All this pain got the best of me.
The light vanished from my hands, fading into thin air with a few sparkles. I looked at them until it was completely dark, cold and quiet. My weak body was just left here to die, all alone. I thought of Loki, hoping he could be my last thought, although it broke my heart and soul to think about.
Just as I gave up hope, I heard footsteps. Fear crawled back to me as I opened my eyes. Were they here again to torture me? Would they take me back to that cold hellhole?
I grunted in pain as I lifted my head and looked towards the light. I was lightheaded and my head was pounding terribly. Then I saw some people in front of the light. At first I thought there was just two people there but then a third one got ahead of them. For me, it was just a shadow because my vision was so blurry.
‘‘Y/N!’‘ A voice yelled but at first, I didn’t hear it quite well.My head hit the ground again because I was too weak to keep myself up. ‘‘Y/N!’‘ The person repeated themselves, sounding awfully familiar. The man had a raspy, deep voice. It filled me up with hope.
All of a sudden, I felt someone dragging me on their lap. My head rested against their shoulder and strong arms held onto me tightly. I forced myself to open my eyes and look at who it was, although I had my doubts. Immediately, I saw a pair of forest green eyes looking into mine. Then I saw his dark, long hair, his parted, pink lips. It was all confirmed in my mind then. It was Loki.
‘‘No, no,no…Y/N..how did this..happen..’‘ Loki muttered words underneath his breath as he examined me. He looked sad, which was awful to see. His eyes were glossy and honestly, Loki was shocked. So was I. But at the moment, I could barely keep my eyes open.
Loki looked at my barely clothed body, a look of disgust and anger appearing on his face. My entire body was bruised and I had deep wounds here and there. Dry blood had stained my skin and some wounds were still bleeding. Loki probably noticed the dark blue bruises, resembling fingerprints. He shook his head no as he let this all sink in.
Seeing Loki like that made me feel sorrowful and even guilty. My eyes felt heavy and I couldn’t fight it anymore. My heavy eyelids just slid down and I dosed off, a little more eased because I was in Loki’s arms.
It had been five days since Loki and his guards had found me. They had taken me to the castle and given me the help I needed. A maid had told me that Loki had used his magic to keep me alive. Although I woke up only a few minutes ago, I barely remembered how I woke up. Everything had been warm and comfortable. It’s like I was in my own little cloud.
But then maids had rushed to me and another one ran outside, probably to inform Loki. The warm feeling vanished and it was replaced my pain. I held my breath as I sat more comfortably on the bed I was on. As I looked around, I recognized that I was in Loki’s room. How strange. Where did he sleep if I was in a coma in his bed?
The maid beside me was telling me all kinds of things but after a while, I couldn’t pay attention anymore. I felt wistful. All I wanted was Loki. ‘’Miss Y/N, what’s wrong?’’ One of the maids asked me. I turned to look at her slowly. ‘’Where’s Loki?’’ I asked her quietly, my throat incredibly dry so it was hard to speak.
‘‘He’s..’‘ She began but didn’t continue. Instead, she looked at a guard who stood by the door. It was confusing and I grew a little nervous. The guard nodded and the maid sighed, turning back to me. ‘‘Loki left four days ago. He and a few soldiers, also Thor went searching for whoever did this to you. We’re not sure when he’ll be back’‘ She let me know with her soft voice. It filled me with a dozen emotions.
Tears stung my eyes once again. A shiver ran down my spine as I nodded and looked at my wounded hands. It all came back to me. The world around my closed and I could feel myself being in the cold room, chained to the wall as the monsters hurt me. It was so dark that I couldn’t see if they were Asgardian or out of this realm.
‘‘Miss Y/N’‘ Another maid spoke, snapping me out of my flashback. I flinched as I looked at the blonde in front of me. ‘‘Loki will return soon. You must relax and heal’‘ She smiled at me. I knew her intentions were good but they kind of pissed me off as well. I just nodded politely and then leaned against the green and black pillows. They smelled like Loki, which made me feel a little bit better.
‘‘Is she awake?’‘ A rushed man asked someone, causing me to wake up once again. My eyes got used to the lights in the room quickly, because it wasn’t that bright. By just glancing outside, I could tell it was evening. The door opened, which caught my attention.
Loki walked into the room, making everyone else go out. My heart skipped a beat as I saw him. Loki was dressed in his golden armor with the green suit underneath. He dropped his headpiece on the floor, not caring about it at the moment.
‘‘You’re safe now’‘ Loki was the first one to speak. He tried to smile but it was a fake one. I nodded as my hot tears fell down my eyes. Loki magically made his armor vanish as he walked over to me. He got in the huge bed so he could be as close as possible.
For a moment, I didn’t care about my pain. I had been asleep for five days so I considered that enough rest. So I wrapped my arms around Loki’s waist and held onto him tightly. Loki wasn’t the type of man to fall for anyone or be this sensual nor caring. He spent such a long time of his life being alone and misunderstood that I was surprised he let me in.
It took him a couple seconds to hug me back. It felt good to be in his arms. He pulled me on his lap once again, which he liked to do. That’s when I let myself weep, allowing the tears to escape. Loki held me as I cried my heart out in his arms. But it was good to let out all that pain. I had been terrified and the worst part of it all was that I feared I’d never see Loki again.
‘‘They can’t ever..hurt you again, little one. I took care of them’‘ Loki whispered to me as I started to calm down. Of course, I knew what he meant by that. Loki wouldn’t have been pleased to see them in jail. He had taken matters into his own hands and killed them. Who knows how Thor let him do that, but we could discuss that later.
‘‘Thank you’‘ I whimpered and then looked up to him. I got a good look of him for the first time. He had dark circles underneath his eyes, messy hair and tears gathered in the corners of his pretty eyes. I cupped his face and then took a deep breath.
‘‘I thought I lost you’‘ Loki admitted quietly, almost like he didn’t want me to hear it. Hearing such words leaving his mouth was hard. It made my heart ache. ‘‘And I thought I’d never see you again’‘ I replied as quietly, now unnoticingly playing with his black, messy hair. I still loved the way he looked.
I just had to understand that I was safe with him again.
❝ I told you to stay out of this. ❞ ❝ Six kids missing or dead
is cause for alarm. ❞ ❝ There’s something wrong
here. ❞ ❝ You didn’t have to take this job.
We don’t need the money.
❞ ❝ I took the job to be with you.
❞ ❝ Swear to me that if It isn’t dead…we’ll all come back. ❞ ❝ Please, ______, tell me a story. ❞ ❝ Go bug somebody else,
I don’t feel so hot. ❞ ❝ Be careful. ❞ ❝ Aren’t you gonna say hello? ❞ ❝ Don’t you want a balloon?
❞ ❝ I’m not supposed to take stuff
from strangers. My dad said so. ❞ ❝ There’s cotton candy, rides
and all sorts of surprises down here. And balloons, too, all colors. ❞ ❝ They float. And when you’re down here with me… you float too! ❞ ❝ He didn’t just die. He was…murdered. ❞
❝ Why are you stuttering? ❞ ❝ What happened? Tell me. Damn it, talk to me. Let me help. ❞ ❝ You’re scaring me. ❞ ❝ We live in dangerous times, boys
and girls. I want you to be careful. ❞ ❝ You’re gonna die! ❞ ❝ Elmer Fudd has a lisp.
It’s Porky Pig that stutters. ❞ ❝ Now don’t insult my intelligence. ❞ ❝ You’re doing fine.
You can handle this. ❞ ❝ Listen to me. There’s been
another murder. ❞ ❝ I’ll show you how to float down here. They all float down here! ❞ ❝ You gotta help me! Somebody, please! ❞ ❝ In the basement! There’s a werewolf! ❞ ❝ We were lucky we didn ’t
get ourselves killed that summer. ❞ ❝ I didn’t see a werewolf. Just a clown. ❞ ❝ It’s an evil being
that can read our minds…and take the shape we’re afraid of. ❞
❝ Couldn’t it be just a guy dressed up
in a clown suit?
❞ ❝ I got bones to pick with you,
but I’ll let that go for today. ❞ ❝ I’ll kill you all! ❞ ❝ I’ll drive you crazy
and I’ll kill you all! ❞ ❝ I’m every nightmare you’ve ever had!
I’m your worst dream come true! I’m everything you ever
were afraid of! ❞ ❝ We gotta do something. ❞ ❝ They don’t see what we see. ❞ ❝ You grow up, you stop believing. ❞ ❝ It kills kids, damn it! ❞ ❝ It’s scared of us, you know. I can feel that. I swear to God I can. ❞ ❝ I want to kill it. ❞ ❝ Help me. Please, help me. Help me. ❞ ❝ You promised. ❞ ❝ I think this is crazy. ❞ ❝ On my honor, I will do my best
to do my duty to God and my country. ❞
❝ …you guys don’t have to do this. ❞ ❝ What are you afraid of? ❞ ❝ Before you die, I want you to think
about every rock you threw…and everything you’ve said.
Think about that before you die. ❞ ❝ Wake up, hot stuff. That ain’t Daddy. ❞ ❝ I am eternal, child. I am the eater of worlds…and of children. And you are next. ❞ ❝ It sounded like It was dying. ❞ ❝ How could I have forgotten? ❞ ❝ I’m not afraid of you.❞ ❝ I got a balloon for you. Don’t you want a balloon? ❞ ❝ You’re too old to stop me. You’re all too old! ❞ ❝ You’re in my mind.
Only in my mind. ❞ ❝ I wasn’t gonna hurt you.
I don’t even know you.
❞ ❝ Reliving your childhood? ❞ ❝ Just saying hi
to some old ghosts, you know. ❞ ❝ Get out of Derry while you still can. ❞
❝ What the hell is happening? I mean, what is going on? ❞ ❝ When they pulled him out,
his hair was white. He was babbling. About a clown. ❞ ❝ Why are we the only ones
that can see this? ❞ ❝ It’s true what they say. We all float
down here. And you will too.
❞ ❝ ______’s dead. ❞ ❝ Let’s get the hell out of here. ❞
Summary: You’re reunited with Bucky. but things do not go according to plan.
Pairings: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Emotional Affair. Fighting. Angst.
Word Count: 1097
His eyes held a vacant, emptiness to them, like bottomless pits. There was no life in them, no fire. They held only the unfathomable depths of the ocean, an endless blue, which held no hope, only the surety of drowning. There was no sound, but for the drip of bright red blood on the carpet, sounding overly loud in the stillness.
Bruce stood frozen at the edge of your bed. Bucky’s gaze was fixed squarely on yours. You had no idea who was standing in front of you. Was it Bucky? Or Winter? You hoped for the former. Bucky could be reasoned with. Winter was another story entirely.
“Bucky?” you ask calmly.
He seems to snap out of it, and rips the mask from his face, throwing it casually to the side. “Does she remember?” he directs at Bruce, who nods in assent. “Leave,” Bucky commands.
Bruce hesitates, looking to you for direction.
You swing your legs from the bed and rise shakily to your feet. “It’s fine, Bruce. I’ll be okay.”
Bruce clenches a fist and inhales deeply, before exiting the room.
He hasn’t shut the door before Bucky is in front of you. His hands tangled in your hair.”You remember?” he says quietly, a bright smile gracing his features. The blood which coated his hand’s stains your shirt.
“I remember, most of it at least,” you reply equally quietly.
He releases a quick breath, his shoulders relaxing, free of the tension they held. “моя любовь.”
My love. Your heart constricts painfully. A mix of elation and trepidation settles in your stomach.
His hands cup your cheek loving, reverently, and he rests his forehead on yours. “мое сердце.” My heart. He whispers, his thumb sweeping over your cheek.
You rest your hands on his forearms, squeezing gently, trying to assure him you were indeed whole an unharmed.
His breath is fanning gently over your face. His eyes are tightly closed. The frown lines which were ever present had smoothed. All tension was gone from his body. Before you realize what’s happening he’s kissing you softly, worshiping your lips. His hands once again travel to your hair, and he pulls at the ends, tipping your head upwards. He deepens the kiss and your heart soars.
You’re clinging to his arms, raised on your tiptoes to meet him.
He pulls you closer, his hands traveling from your hair to your waist, dislodging your grip on him in the process. He pulls you in at the waist, caging you in his arms. He moans deeply in his throat and a hot spike of desire races through you. Hot and heavy, an inescapable force which leaves you breathless and wanting.
Kissing Bucky wasn’t at all how you remembered it.
You remembered it being loving, yes, but there was always an undercurrent of restraint with Bucky. He could never fully let himself go for fear of harming you, or because he didn’t completely trust himself with you, you weren’t sure. But this, this was something else. It was all raw emotion. It was truth. There was no restraint. No fear. It was what jolted you back into reality.
You break away from his lips and inhale shakily. “Stop please,” you say, your voice breaking slightly.
He stops immediately and lets you go, taking a large step backward. Confusion coates his features while you try and tame your galloping heartbeat.
“I… uh… I’m sorry, Bucky, but I can’t do this.”
He pales and blinks, and then runs a bloody hand through his hair. He chews the inside of his cheek. He nods to himself and stares directly into your eyes. A fierce determination shines brightly in them. “I love you,” he says simply. “And I want to be with you. I want to be a family.”
You stare at him in utter disbelief. You couldn’t deny that a part of you was elated, singing in absolute joy at his confession. But, it was too fast. Too soon. You weren’t ready, not for this.
“Bucky, I appreciate what you’ve done for me, I know what you gave up for me. The sacrifice you made was huge, and I’ll be the first to admit that I still love you. Deeply. But, I can’t do this.”
“Why?” he asks. “Why can’t you? The last few months…”
“Have been wonderful, and I cherish every moment I spend with you and Reyna, but it doesn’t erase the past.”
He sighs heavily. “I made a mistake. A terrible, cowardly mistake, and I regret it every single day. I’m asking you, please, give me a chance.” He falls to his knees in front of you and wraps his arm around your waist. He lays his head against your stomach, his hands resting on the small of your back. “Please, doll. I was so afraid. So afraid of watching you die again. So afraid of losing you. I love you,” he babbles. “Ivanna was a mistake. I was stupid and broken and I’m so sorry.”
Your heart runs cold at the mention of her name and you rip yourself from his grasp. “A mistake?” you echo. “No, she was a choice. You made a choice to betray me. You made a choice, Bucky. One which tore out my heart. It broke me in ways the red room never could, and you expect me to fall right back into your arms after a few months of playing house?”
He hangs his head in shame when you tear yourself out of his grasp.
“I left because of you! I gave up my family because of you! I became this… this unrecognizable thing because of you! None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for you!”
Bucky’s mouth hangs open as you rage, pacing the length of the room, your hands gesturing wildly as you scream.
“Every single moment I have hated myself. I have blamed myself. I have denied myself because the man I wanted to marry chose a fucking cheap manipulative whore over me! I can’t forgive you! I won’t!’
“(y/n)…” he murmurs.
“Get out! Get the fuck out!” you scream wildly.
Bucky grimaces and rises to his feet. He exits the room silently while you pant, gasping for air. It burns as it enters your lungs. Burns over the rawness in your throat. Burns over the rasp your rage has taken to your vocal cords.
It takes a few minutes for the horror of your words to sink in. When they do, you have a heart-stopping moment of clarity.
(A/N): I am supposed to write my bachelor’s thesis but as I was listening to Nightwish, I got this idea and had to write it down ASAP. It is inspired by their song Slow, Love, Slow and by the whole album Imaginaerum
Pairing: Loki x f!reader
Summary: Maybe Loki is a god of Mischief and the best trickster, but he can’t escape the mind game his ex-lover Y/N puts him into. That is the only way he can learn his lesson.
Maybe he was a powerful trickster god who did a lot of bad, unforgivable things, but he was no match comparing to her. After faking his death and leaving her alone, he knew he was going to pay for it. How? That was a mystery.
When the Avengers took him into the compound to keep an eye on him, Loki was met with his past that indeed made him scared. When he discovered she joined the famous Avengers, he was starting to worry about his life and mental health. Did they even know what was she capable of?
He was locked in the lowest point of the compound, somewhere near the hidden planes and jets for the team. His escape was impossible and he knew that. Thor was checking him almost every five minutes (figuratively speaking) to be sure his half-brother didn’t try to run away using his tricks and magic.
Sorry in advance bc this accidentally got DG-book-level long
- Standing in line for this thing was unnerving because we just kept looking around and being like “how many people here are actually online bullies” but that’s why we took tequila shots before we even got inside 🙃🙃🙃
- The venue was pretty weird and not very conducive to what was happening. As Julia mentioned, there was no barrier between the carpet and the fans, which is unusual and also kind of stupid?? There was no press box and no stanchions, just a bunch of reporters and camera people who were having to ask people to not push forward and crowd the carpet. Bizarre but what did we expect from Flopz?
- The carpet itself was fun, and Sam and Cait are champs. Since it was only the two of them - no RDM or Tobias or anyone - they had to individually talk to every single reporter and blogger and blah blah blah. In addition to holding their phones, their handler had a little dabber that she kept using on both of them to prevent sweaty carpet face. Which is a normal carpet thing but idk with them it was so cute????? And they shared one tissue dabber which usually people don’t share?????? Bye
Sam’s hand ok buddy
- Leanne Aguilera is tiny in person and was in massive stilettos
Sometimes I forget (no I don’t) that this woman is a fucking supermodel
- Cait talks with her hands SO MUCH and I LOVE IT and I LOVE HER
- Sam, meanwhile, has no fucking idea what to do with his hands when Cait is not around to house them and like L O L see below
It’s ok bud you’ll be backstage with your wife in like 5 mins just hang in there
- The episode was AMAZING. I was crying within 10 seconds of the theme song ending and then kept crying intermittently throughout the entire thing. S/o to Julia and Alli for putting up with my sniffling. Sam, Cait, and Tobias were all phenomenal and each had really funny moments that helped to break up some of the inevitable sadness due to the Jamie/Claire separation. I was shocked at how many times we all laughed as an audience.
- I finally, FINALLY understand what Sam and Cait mean when they say - as they have each individually said 1000000x since they started s3 press - that “it feels like a different show.” It does feel very, very different and I actually find it to be a positive thing despite how sad it is that JC are apart. It’s weird to see Claire with Frank and of course your heart aches for her because of how miserable she is, and it’s bizarre to see Jamie - who always says he’s not afraid to die but escapes time after time from death because he knows he has to get back to Claire - with truly NO desire to live whatsoever. It’s a different feel but it’s good and I like it and I am excited to see them apart for a little while because I know that it’s going to make Print Shop that much better.
- The Q&A was shockingly seamless. Lynette Rice wasn’t as obnoxious as she usually is (which tells me that she may have gotten her hand slapped for some of the SDCC bullshit), there were no inappropriate or boring questions (in fact, a couple of them were some of the best questions I think they’ve ever been asked!!), and Sam and Cait told a lot of cute anecdotal stories about each other (cut to me and Julia holding on to each other and shaking for almost the entire event).
As long as I live I’ll never get over how they look at each other
- Q&A highlight (I’m going to post this video) for me was a discussion on timing of the episodes/their schedules, during which Lynette asked how long they filmed apart and they said *TWO WEEKS* due to the fact that they filmed 301 and 303, but then right after that did 302 and 308 (during which they are together). And I leaned over and whispered to Julia “It’s like a death in the family” bc wow Sam what a way to describe two fucking weeks without your girl (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). Bye
- Another really cute moment was when they talked about first impressions of each other and Cait completely took the piss out of Sam by saying he was so sweet and that while some people have a total douchey ego, “that didn’t come for him until later on” and like….drag him babe
- I contemplated whether or not I should mention this but what the hell. After the event, before Sam and Cait left, they stopped outside to take pictures and sign autographs for fans. Cait came out first and her publicist was there, obviously, but Sam was *not* out yet and HIS publicist was out there with Cait. I recognized her bc I talked to her last summer when I went to meet Sam at Bloomingdale’s, and instead of being inside with Sam, she went out to help Cait. This could be her being nice, but honestly fan rounds are kind of miserable and you have to be the bad guy and pull people/your client away while people are begging and pushing and yelling and it is NOT fun. So I’m not sure why she was out there when she knew she was going to have to do it all over again when Sam came out and the only logical explanation I can think of is that she has a close/personal relationship with Caitriona due to *whatever she is* to her own client aka Sam……just saying.
- Anyway the whole event, while kind of sloppily organized, went as smoothly as it could have gone. I always feel uncomfortable being on the other side of what I do for a living because it just makes me nervous how unpredictable fans (in any fandom, but especially in this one) are, but overall I had so much fun and the episode was fantastic and I am SO PSYCHED for season 3 and I feel great about the future of shipping and the future of the show!!!!!!!!!!
- I’ll post videos and feel free to use these pics but like maybe give credit if you’re feeling like a nice and normal person thanks!!!!
Hinata:“This time… I’m going to save you, Naruto. I was always crying and giving up before even trying. I made the wrong turns so many times… But you helped me find my way and take the correct path, Naruto. I always chased after you. I wanted to catch up to you. I wanted to walk beside you all the time. I wanted to be at your side, always. You changed me, Naruto! Your smile is what saved me! That’s why I am not afraid to die… If it means I can protect you!
warning: triggers apply. adult language, sexual themes, violence. change pronouns to your liking/as you see fit!
❛ We are three distrustful acquaintances who happen to share a bloodline. ❜ ❛ You don’t suppose they’ve found a way to kill him once and for all, do you? ❜ ❛ I’ll either stop them, or I’ll help them. Depending on my mood. ❜ ❛
I cannot be killed. I am immortal.
. ❜ ❛ I will always protect you. You have my word on that. ❜ ❛ What do you care about the witches? ❜ ❛ You would dare threaten an original? ❜ ❛ I was expecting to see some sort of supernatural miracle baby bump. ❜ ❛ You hardly know him… and yet you miss him. ❜ ❛ What is it about my brother that always inspires such instant admiration? ❜ ❛ I cannot believe you disposed of those vampires without me. ❜ ❛ Was I supposed to leave them in them in the front yard to rot? ❜ ❛ It’s called compulsion. It’s a neat bit of vampire trickery. ❜ ❛ The world is an awful place. Best to meet it on its own terms. ❜ ❛ They want to be good. Something makes them bad. ❜ ❛ You get a daylight ring when you get invited into the inner circle? ❜ ❛ You do not want to end up on the wrong side of me. ❜ ❛ The kind of damage a werewolf might do, only there was no full moon. ❜ ❛ So, enlighten me. What did you mean when you said you had to die? ❜ ❛ You’ll keep your promise about my mother’s spell book? ❜ ❛ Those Orphan Annie vampires are my family, and this city is my home. ❜ ❛ So this is what you do the first time we’re back together as a family? Vampire Book Club? ❜ ❛ I’d deal with the devil himself just to see you suffer. ❜ ❛ I’m a gay club kid who died and came back as a vampire. ❜ ❛ Forgive me. Thought you were in danger. It appears I was mistaken. ❜ ❛ A coven of psycho witches want to sacrifice me in a blood ritual. ❜ ❛ What makes you think I’m afraid to die? ❜ ❛ So you’re having weird, retro sex dreams. Get over it. I’m staying. ❜ ❛ It is ironic discussing free will with a mind-controlling vampire. ❜ ❛
Is there anyone who isn’t plotting your downfall?
❜ ❛ I have conspired against my own blood and I doubt even your God could save me. ❜ ❛ You compelled her to go out with me, didn’t you? ❜ ❛ Do you have any idea how rare love is? In a thousand years I have found it but twice. ❜ ❛
Kill the demon today, face the devil tomorrow. ❜ ❛ Young, old, dead or alive, witches are a pain in the ass. ❜ ❛ Is this what it’s come to, making moves against your own blood? ❜ ❛ I’m going to find the witch who did this and then I’m going to do what I do best. ❜ ❛ If there’s a war going on, I want to be on the winning side. ❜ ❛ You’ve poisoned me with a kiss?!? At least you haven’t lost your sense of irony. ❜ ❛ Are we skipping the part where you beg for mercy? For forgiveness? ❜ ❛ Hey, am I taking orders from you now or are we in this together? ❜ ❛ One little spell then we can finally be together for real, what are you waiting for? ❜ ❛ They took my home, my people, everything. I can’t just run away. ❜ ❛ You know, you’ve come a long way, little wolf. ❜ ❛ I woke up in the church and all I felt was this hunger. ❜ ❛ A warrior fights for what they believe in. A warrior fights for his family. ❜ ❛ I kept you from becoming a beast for as long as I possibly could. ❜ ❛ As a devout feminist, I refuse to say that you hit like a girl. ❜ ❛ Am I crazy, or did he just do his version of a nice thing? ❜ ❛ I am your only family. And there is no greater strength than family. ❜ ❛ Don’t be stupid. I’m offering you eternal life. ❜ ❛ We will sleep for a century and wake with a power unlike any that’s ever been seen. ❜ ❛ Being Alpha’s an honor, you know. It’s one you have to earn every day. ❜ ❛ We are a macabre echo of a family, and I take all the blame for that. ❜ ❛ You just wouldn’t be you if you didn’t have a knife, would you? ❜ ❛ And does this monster have complicated feelings for you? ❜ ❛ Okay, fair enough, pick a fight, call me out! ❜ ❛ What do you feel like you owe these people? ❜ ❛ Do you mind? I’m trying to reverse a very complicated sacrifice spell. ❜ ❛ I leave you with the burden of a truth that no one will believe. ❜ ❛ Tell me, darling, how did they respond to your overtures? ❜ ❛ If you truly thought me weak, you would snatch this weapon from my hand. ❜ ❛ I wanted to rip my own heart out every time I woke so I couldn’t feel. ❜ ❛ We came here to honor the alliance between us. ❜ ❛ You know why I’m sitting here day drinking in the corner all by lonesome? ❜ ❛ I’m pretty much done and through with the vamps, wolves, and witches of this town. ❜ ❛ It’s not safe being out this late. You never know who you’ll run into. ❜ ❛ I’ll explain everything. Just say you believe me. ❜ ❛ It’s been a thousand years. How is this possible? ❜ ❛ I know that we’re in a cemetery and I happen to be terminal…. ❜ ❛ Spread the word and do arrive early enough to clean yourself up. ❜ ❛ You have disgraced this family for the last time. ❜ ❛ You talk about family; family this, family that. ❜ ❛ I haven’t earned the right to share your secrets, have I? ❜ ❛ You’re my blood. And I need you… I need you by my side. ❜ ❛ Oh, you’re angry, are you? ❜ ❛ I’ve been here a thousand years! I was building that dagger to protect myself against you! ❜ ❛ I got a family who didn’t care if I lived or if I died. ❜ ❛ This house, though charming, is completely falling apart. ❜ ❛ I know this wedding can work. We can bring our little girl home. ❜ ❛ You absolutely will not believe the week I’ve had. ❜ ❛ Fine. Go. You’ll be back. The prodigal son always returns home. ❜ ❛ Family are not just people who coddle you, who grant you your every whim. ❜ ❛ I will step in front of a moving truck before I let your mother take over my body. ❜ ❛ Not the first time that’s been done by a member of this family. ❜ ❛ I woke up with puncture wounds all up and down my spine! ❜ ❛ If what you say is true, then death is far too delicate a fate for her. ❜ ❛ Heh, you think I’m gonna break her little heart? ❜ ❛ I have a unique ability. Because I’m a hybrid. ❜ ❛ Except that every werewolf in town is trying to kill me. ❜ ❛ We need to get out of here… Are you gonna help me, or what? ❜ ❛ Your pack? Last I checked, your pack was blindly following me. ❜ ❛ First, I’m going to kick your ass. Then, I’m going to take my pack back. ❜ ❛ We’re so going to hell for this. ❜ ❛ Remind me to teach you how to send a text message. ❜ ❛ A thousand years estranged, and you choose to walk in silence? ❜ ❛ Kind of hard to rest with a thousand-year-old psycho in the next bed. ❜ ❛ You waited for me, so I’ll do the same for you. But, our people need their alpha. ❜ ❛ Is this rash a side effect of the witchy acid trip he’s on? ❜ ❛ You declared war when you came after my family. ❜ ❛ You’re outnumbered. Are you going to beg for your miserable life? ❜
Everything was proceeding according to plan. And yet … He
couldn’t shake a certain creeping sensation … a kind of cold, slimy
ooze that slithered up the veins of his legs and spread clammy tendrils
through his guts … Almost as though he was still afraid …She will die, you know, the dragon whispered. He shook himself, scowling. Impossible. He was Darth Vader. Fear had no power over him. He had destroyed his fear.
OH HI YES I hope you are ready for a really long reply!!!!!
I know nothing about quality or skill in music, I basically like things that make me feel lots of complicated feelings. I get the most out lyrically-driven bands/songwriters with a deep catalog, and gravitate towards lo-fi, folk, punk, mathy emo, and anything with gang vocals.
My favorite band is, and always will be, the Mountain Goats. My love for the Mountain Goats is fervent and unsightly. I’m especially into his earlier very raw stuff and live recordings – Full Force Galesburg is my #1.
My band of the year is Mother Evergreen, I recommend listening to their entire album from start to finish at max volume on a cloudy day while sobbing if ur into that.
Reddie + first kiss x awkward + shaking hands + cuteness =
(Note: they are both 18 in this, purely because I think it suits better for kissing scenes and other things if they are a little older. Also, this is set in modern time.)
It had been a couple months of subtle touches, gentle hand holding and lingering lips on soft cheeks for Eddie and Richie. The rest of the losers club were completely oblivious as to what was happening between the two boys, of course. In fact, even Eddie and Richie seemed to be oblivious as to what was happening. But it was simply their thing now: to hook their index fingers together and sway their arms as they walked down the street at night. To gently lean in as the other person left a rose petal of a kiss on their cheek. And this hadn’t seemed to change for these last few months.
This day, though it started the same, ended much, much differently to all the rest.
Bill’s parents had been away that night, both of them stating that they had to be away for work and wouldn’t arrive home till the next day. The whole club had decided on a movie night. What else?
“Why don’t we watch Chucky?” Eddie suggested as he sat on the small couch, though as soon as the words had left his mouth, he instantly regretted them.
“Because, Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie began, placing a warm hand on Eddie’s knee from his spot on the floor. “You shit yourself just playing Cuphead. There’s no way you can handle Chucky!”
All the other losers nodded their heads in agreement. Eddie knew it was true, however he had to stand his ground. He’d made the suggestion, and now he had to follow through with it. “I’ll be fine, I swear!” He said, shrugging his shoulders and pressing the home button on his phone to check the time. “Anyway it’s 9, just hurry up and start the movie. If I’m not back by 11, my mum with have a fit.”
“Fine, just don’t call us in the middle of the night because you can’t sleep, Eds,” Richie chuckled. He stood from his spot on the floor and put the DVD into the player, then sat back down directly in front of Eddie. He placed himself in a position which allowed Eddie’s knees to be either side of Richie’s head, and his legs either side of his shoulders.
All throughout the movie, Eddie and Richie’s gestures slowly grew and grew. They started off with Eddie simply having a hand on Richie’s shoulder and gripping it when the movie would scare him. He then moved both his hands into Richie’s hair and twirled the black curly strands. Eventually, Richie had leant back to allow Eddie to fully run his hands through the older boys’ hair, and Richie struggled to hold in any groans that threatened to spill from his lips. By the end of the movie, Richie had squeezed himself onto the one-seater couch next to Eddie, his legs draped over the small boy and their arms tangled around one another in fright.
“What the fuck was that?” Eddie whispered once the movie had ended. Bill flicked the living room lights on and all of the losers squinted and rubbed their eyes from the sudden brightness that flooded the room.
“You picked it,” Richie huffed. He pulled himself out of Eddie’s lap and stood up, stretching his muscles as he checked the time on his phone. “Oh, God, Eddie. It’s almost 11.”
“Oh, shit!” Eddie gasped. He unlocked his phone to find several text messages from his mum asking when he would be home, if he was safe, if Richie had crashed his car and they’d hurt themselves on the way over, and various other things. He didn’t bother replying, and instead began gathering his asthma pump and other things he had brought to Bill’s.
“Sucks you can’t stay over,” Mike sighed.
“It really does!” Beverly said. “For once it’d be nice to have a sleepover with all 7 of us.”
“Believe me, I know what you mean,” Eddie said. He let out a huff of sadness and began saying goodbye to everyone, before grabbing Richie’s forearm and leading him out to the older boys’ truck.
“I still don’t get why your mum doesn’t let you have your own car.” Richie said as they buckled up. “It would save me so much gas if I didn’t have to drive you everywhere.” Richie let a small smile creep up on his face, because secretly he loved driving Eddie everywhere. They would talk about anything they could think of, and sing along to whatever Richie’s Spotify would shuffle to. It was one of his favourite times alone with the younger boy.
“Because she thinks I’m going to crash and die. Or that someone will crash into me and I’ll die, or the the car will flip and I’ll die, or-”
Richie grabbed a hold of eddies and hand and began driving off.
“Okay, got it. She’s afraid you’re going to die.”
“Basically,” Eddie said with a shrug and a laugh.
The two boys sung along loudly to Africa on the quick drive to Eddies house, laughing when one of them went completely out of key, and their intertwined hands never broke apart.
“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Eds,” Richie smiled as he pulled up in front of eddies house and turned down the radio.
“Can you stop fucking calling me that now,” Eddie smirked, completely taking away from the aggressive tone he was trying to pull off.
“Sure I will. On the day that you begin to actually hate me calling you that.”
They laughed once more and a somewhat awkward silence settled over them. Eddie didn’t want to leave the car, and Richie didn’t want him to. However, after a few minutes of the awkward tension, Eddie stepped out and made his way up the front porch steps.
Richie’s hand were shaking violently as he watched him walk away, and he knew it was time. It had to be now or never. He’d been building this up in his head for so many months now, that if he didn’t do it right this second then he would more than likely explode into a million pieces of dust.
With sweaty and shaky hands, he swung the door to his truck open and didn’t bother closing it as his wobbly legs ran up to Eddie and grabbed his arms. The younger boy spun around, and Richie pushed every single nervous feeling down into the pit of his stomach and went for it. He bent his head down to reach eddies short height and pressed his lips firmly against eddies soft ones. It felt awkward, and weird. Neither of them had ever kissed someone before, (unless you counted their innocent little kisses on the cheek) despite the amount of jokes Richie told throughout their lives as teens about hooking up with all different girls.
They pulled apart quickly and simply stared at each other, unsure of what to do or of what to make of what just happened.
Eddies hands were now shaking too. And his legs felt like jelly. And it felt as if someone had put a whole aquarium of fish inside of his stomach and just let them swim around wildly.
For the first time in each other’s presence, both Eddie and Richie felt so incredibly awkward. They were shaky, sweaty, nervous wrecks. The both of them. However, Eddie managed to find some courage deep below that aquarium of fish in his stomach, and pulled Richie’s face towards him. The kiss was softer this time, rather than simply faces being pressed up against one another.
Richie grabbed onto Eddie hips and pulled him closer as their mouths moved in sync, and neither of them ever warned to break apart. Eddie ran his hands through Richie’s curls and rugged gently on them, resulting in Richie gripping onto Eddie’s small hips even tighter than he was before.
The two pulled away from each other for the second time that night, their eyes wide and looking deeply into the others.
Then Eddie, simply feeling too many emotions to comprehend, ran up the steps to his house as fast as he could and bolted through the front door, leaving a dumbfounded Richie still standing on the footpath.
“What the fuck was that?” Richie whispered to himself. He smiled gently and touched his bony fingers to his freckled lips, then ran to his truck and drove back to bills house, the smile never leaving his face for a second.