Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), John Winchester (mentioned but plays a major part)
Summary: Things get out of hand for Dean when he sees a teenage boy and his dad having a good relationship. He struggle to deal with emotions and reader helps him on the way.
Warnings: Well a bit of angst, sorrow, a very hurt Dean, nothing else I think.
Word count: 1.5K+
A/N: This is my entry for Kari’s (@thing-you-do-with-that-thing) Danish Artists SPN Challenge. I chose You’re not there by Lukas Graham, cool artist btw!! The song has really inspired me a lot to write this fic the way it has been written. Also, such long time ago I ever wrote anything and posted, hope it doesn’t suck completely.
seeing all of these su leaks and spoilers makes me sad sometimes bc the intro is just “we are the crystal gems” but the gems are nowhere to be found?? and at the intro they all look so happy and loving back when everything looked so simple
Warnings: Mentions of past homophobia (though not explicit). Is there a swear word? There might be…and angst, fluff and a kiss?
Disclaimer: All Marvel characters go to their original creators.
P.S: Please forgive me for any mistakes!
1937, Coney Island
the sky was a mix of different colours, oranges and reds, yellows and pinks, as
the burning sun set on the horizon, like a paint pallet, a mix of colours and
mixtures, ready for the night to swoop in and clean it up. And yet, though the
evening was drawing in, it was still busy, bright lights and loud chatter,
people driving in fast cars, bright dresses and the giggles of women as they
danced the night away.
Bucky smiled, sitting down next to his best friend, as the two of them sat on
the pier, legs hanging over the edge, watching the sunset and the tide come in,
lapping up on the golden sand, “here’s ya ice cream. They didn’t have vanilla,
got you chocolate instead.”
Buck,” Steve replied, taking the cone from him, beginning to eat it, noticing
Bucky’s gaze, staring over at a very pretty woman with her friends down by the
beach, “go talk to her. She keeps looking over here.”
shook his head, turning back around to face Steve, “what about you?”
scoffed, rolling his eyes, “I’ll be fine.
I’m not gonna suddenly have an asthma
attack just sittin’ here alone.”
his head, laughing half heartedly, “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant…”
“I know what
you meant,” Steve sighed, licking around the chocolate on top of the cone, “but
her friends aren’t gonna like me. I’ll just wait here, or go home.”
really, it’s fine,” Steve half
smiled, though his heart was slowly shattering in his chest, “I’ll be fine.”
Bucky smirked, “but if ya wanna go home, you come tell me all right?”
Steve nodded, already biting into the cone of his ice cream, staring back at
the ocean. He didn’t want to see the man he loved walk away from him, to go
talk to a woman.
It just broke
his best friend, yes. But Steve had always
loved him in a way that wasn’t accepted. At least not then, besides, Bucky didn’t feel the same, he had regular dates and
women fell over him, sighing and smiling like he’d hung the moon.
fine,” Steve muttered, glancing at Bucky who was now talking to the woman, that
had been giving him looks all evening. Looking away, Steve wiped away warm
tears, finishing his ice cream, wiping his hands on a tissue, before looking
back out at the sea.
here for most of the afternoon and had spent time on the rides (which made Steve
sick after), and then just sat here for the rest of the time – talking and
laughing, pretty much like they always did. But tonight was different. Steve
felt that hollow emptiness in his stomach, one that told him he’d never be the
one Bucky kissed and held close.
They were just best friends, nothing more, and
nothing less. Steve didn’t bother waiting for Bucky. He got up and left about
half an hour later.
When he got
back to their apartment, he changed out of his clothes, into his pyjamas and
went to bed. But he didn’t sleep. He heard Bucky come home, he heard him
dropping the door keys on the kitchen counter, as he walked into Steve’s room.
Bucky mumbled, and if Steve heard a hint of disappointment and sadness in his
friend’s voice, he chose not to read too much into it.
busy. Got bored and cold,” Steve replied, hiding under the covers, hiding the
tears that were beginning to trickle down his cheeks, “thought you wanted to
spend more time there, didn’t want to drag ya home.”
Steve cut him off, his voice wavering. Bucky sighed and closed his friend’s
door, walking into his own room, cursing himself.
Steve cried himself to sleep.
hold back, he sobbed into his pillow, muffling his cries as best he could and
when he woke up, the two of them went back to normal, like the night had never
2015, Coney Island
believe he was back here again, after all of these years, sitting in the same
spot he had, when Bucky had walked off to speak to that woman, who was probably
dead now. But they were still here, through the war, through the ice and Hydra,
through the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Winter Soldier, through the Civil War
and the aftermath; they were still
here, together, as if nothing had
Of course, that’s
not true, everything’s changed.
But they were okay. They would always be okay. Even things with Tony
(though sore), were slowly getting better. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, just different sides to the same coin and no
one placed blame. Steve just wished they’d been able to talk about it, instead
of fighting. Fighting never solved anything, just caused pain and wars.
innocent are the ones who always suffer the worst of it.
Bucky smiled, sitting down next to his best friend, the two of them at the pier
again, “I got you vanilla this time. They actually
burst into tears right there and then, because damn it, Bucky remembered, he remembered the past, he remembered
Steve. He knew what Hydra was and
what they’d forced him to do, and
though he struggled with nightmares, and blamed himself, he was better.
He was here.
lost and alone.
He was with
Buck,” Steve croaked, managing a bittersweet smile, his shoulder brushing
against his friend’s flesh one.
A lot had
changed since they’d been here last, everything was modern and new.
It wasn’t their Coney Island, but it still had
that tug, one that kept them
grounded, that once pulled, the memories spilled out and consumed them, until
all they could do was let them wash over their minds.
But the sky
was the same.
The sky was
the same splash of colours. The same bright, radiant rainbow of colours, mixed
together in a hazy, golden mess, as the sun set and the night began to creep
in. And if Steve closed his eyes, he could almost pretend that they were back
there, back then, when everything had
been easier, simple, it had been comfortable.
But here and
now, this was better.
happened here,” Bucky said after Steve had finished his ice cream, “When I got
home…you were upset.”
sighed, nodding, “yeah. It’s fine Buck. Not important, okay?”
“If it upset
you, it is,” Bucky replied, looking at Steve, watching as the golden sunlight
hit his blond hair, graced his skin and lips, his blue eyes open and honest. He
was stillSteve, even after everything, he was still his Stevie.
matter,” Steve muttered, shaking his head, looking back towards the sea, trying
to ignore the confused look on Bucky’s face, “it was a long time ago.”
know that,” Bucky sighed, nudging Steve with his elbow, “but I want to know
what I did…I – Steve, c’mon.”
Just then, a
group of women walked past the two of them, staring at Bucky, but the man didn’t
pay them any attention. Steve fought the urge to roll his eyes, of course they’d notice him – he’d cut his
hair, it was tousled but like it used to be nonetheless and he’d shaved, he
looked healthier, better than before.
clothing suited Bucky very much.
Steve had to
tear his eyes away from his jeans and top, the way his defined body appeared in
clothes that seemed to highlight every angle of his form.
because…,” Bucky trailed off, looking at the women quickly, before turning back
to Steve, “I went to talk to a woman, wasn’t it?”
huffed, clenching his jaw, refusing to speak, keeping his gaze ahead.
“Steve,” Bucky said softly, his voice
low, lifting his flesh hand to touch Steve’s arm, “look at me. C’mon, Stevie,
look at me.”
his eyes momentarily, before turning to look at Bucky, “what?”
Steve muttered, angry and upset for no reason, “fine, you want me to tell you? I was upset, okay? It was silly, I
know. But I – I didn’t like…you know what, forget it.”
Steve could get ten steps away, Bucky called out, “damn it, Steve, you’re goin’ to tell me right now, or so help me God - !”
Steve shouted, turning around to face his friend, who was a little way off, “why
can’t you just leave it?!”
want to,” Bucky snapped angrily, “I want
you to tell me. I know you’re lyin’ to me.”
Steve ran a hand through his hair, trying to stop himself from crying and
shouting at the same time, “fine. I’ll
patiently, merely raising an eyebrow.
Steve sighed, looking up at him with sad eyes, watching as his friend stepped a
little closer, “I…I’m in love with you. I was upset…because you weren’t with me, I mean back then you couldn’t anyway, but now…and
I just, I love you. I always have.”
Bucky said softly, stepping forwards, so that he was right in front of him,
close enough to see the tears spilling down his friend’s rosy cheeks and the
tremble in his lips, “look at me, Steve.”
his eyes to meet Bucky’s, fearful and pained, “please don’t hate me, Buck.”
“Oh, Stevie,” Bucky whispered, cupping Steve’s
face, wiping away his tears with his thumbs, “I could never hate you.”
And then he
leaned forwards, his lips a fraction away, “can I kiss you, Steve?”
nodded, a soft broken noise leaving his lips, “please.”
finally, finally, their eyes closed
and lips met. It was hesitant and slow at first, with Bucky just testing the
waters, gently moving his lips over the blond’s, tasting the ice cream on his
soft, pliant lips. Then, Steve melted against Bucky, his arms coming to wrap
around his neck, as Bucky’s arms circled around his waist.
It was like
the world stopped and it was just them.
breath taking, it was like the air
was being sucked back into their
lungs, like the kiss was giving them
life, renewing and fixing wounds that could only be seen under the skin, by the
mind and heart. Bucky tilted their heads, opening his mouth to suck Steve’s
bottom lip, earning a groan from the blond, who clung onto Bucky’s jacket. It
felt like finally, like the golden
sunrays hitting your cheeks after a cold morning, like the cool breeze after a
hot day, it felt like fire and warmth, like the intense touch of rain and cool
embrace of snow.
And it said,
‘I love you, I love you, I always have,
pulled back, Bucky laughed breathlessly, peppering Steve’s face with kisses, “I
love you, you silly punk. I love you so much. I wanted to tell you…back then,
but I –
“It doesn’t matter,”
Steve cut him off, snuggling against Bucky’s body, hugging him close, burying
his face his shoulder, smelling his cologne, “we’re together now, right?”
sighed happily, kissing Steve’s temple, “we’re together now. Never gonna leave
you again, Stevie. Never.”
change the past.
could damn well shape their future, together.
to this day, my very favorite songs remind me of summertime. very few things make me as nostalgic as remembering those adolescent summers spent on bikes with my best friends maybe a little careless but completely carefree, back when everything seemed so simple. lazy afternoons spent escaping the heat, we cannon-balled into chilly pools of water bewitched with a sort of spell that brought out all our deepest secrets when the blazing sun went down. as if the the water cleansed my fear of attachment i’d tell you how much i love you, if even only for this endless season of magic filled to the brim with fireflies and strawberry lemonade. to anyone i’ve ever spent those summer days with: i love you, i love you, i love you, i still love you. my lungs burn inside of my chest when i remember us and consumes me fucking whole when i wonder if any of you remember me too. my heart aches at the thought of you saying you don’t believe in magic anymore, because we had it, all of us that summertime magic tangible as sand in the palms of our hands until it slipped away between our fingers. i’ll miss those days forever.
and one more back to the barn observation, because man was that episode meaty:
a big part of fandom, myself included, would look at pearl’s pining for space and homeworld in particular and wonder: why in the fuck? why does she speak of it so lovingly, when she chose to rebel against it, and rightly so– when her kind were probably worthless slaves, looked down upon by all around them?
well, i mean. we were right that that’s what pearls are. but now we know about them in greater detail, and we know they were essentially show dogs. pets that serve as a status symbol. needless to say that’s dehumanizing and absolutely horrible, but think: to the pearls, this was only normal. they never knew anything else.
and our pearl belonged to rose diamond, one of the rulers of the whole planet.
can you imagine the life of luxury she had on homeworld? she wasn’t her own person there, but she didn’t need to be – she was cared for and safe, probably provided everything she wanted, never had to worry about even the single tiniest thing. her job was to dance and look pretty and be rose’s, and that was it.
compared to the life she lives on earth now, well. it’s now much easier to see why she’d miss that. suddenly she’s the caretaker – suddenly she has to worry about everything. she’s taken up a role she wasn’t remotely built for as protector of the earth, for the sake of the person she once belonged to (and still does, albeit in a different, much more complex way) who’s no longer there. the life she leads now is the complete opposite of what she was made for, and what she once had.
‘why would i want to go home when you’re here,’ she asks rose, and that only makes sense: in her mind rose has always signified safety, because rose always looked after her. even after their relationship deepened and grew into something mutual and more balanced, i think that initial association never waned. (the same way pearl’s ingrained need to serve hasn’t.) rose is her home, and as long as she were there, pearl would’ve been fine. and for a time, indeed she was – but now rose is gone, and so is her shelter.
pearl chose autonomy, she chose personhood, she chose to fight. it was a tough damn choice. and though i’m sure she doesn’t regret it on the large scale of things, it’s hard to blame her for being struck with the occasional urge to go back to when everything was simple. but she doesn’t. she’s still here.
What's the whole point of the Spongebob fandom? I mean, there's gotta be a meaning to it, like furries like the idea of anthropomorphic animals, and bronies like the cute ponies and shit. But what about this whole Spongebob fandom?
i think its not so much about the characters as much as it is nostalgia. you know how much 90s kids love to remember the 90s! its the jokes we remember when we were children that we may not have even understood that makes them so much funnier now and the simple but creative storylines that bring us back to a time when everything was simple and fun. it all just kind of lets us come together and laugh and remember as a fandom and thats what i set out to do when i made this blog!
Prompt #2 Nico and Jason bond over not being able to remember their childhoods
Sorry it’s short! I’m a bit rusty from not writing in a while! I’m open for prompts/ headcanons?
Nico and Jason sat against a wall, both deep in thought.
“Sometimes I wish I remembered.” Nico broke the silence, his voice remorseful.
“Remembered what?” Jason asked, his voice cracking from a long period of silence.
“When I was a kid.” Nico stated. “Back when everything was simple.”
Jason chuckled weakly.
“Nico, you still are a kid. But yeah, I understand.”
“I just- it was so long ago. I want to remember being…” Nico’s voice trailed off.
Jason nodded a little and stared into the distance.
“Nothing was really ever simple for me. I still want to remember though.”
“Yeah” Nico said, fidgeting with his fingers.
Jason brought his hand up to touch the scar at his lip. Nico was unsure if he was aware of the action.
“I want to remember times with Thalia. I want to remember times with my sister.”
Nico’s heart skipped a beat.
“Sometimes I wish I didn’t remember my sister at all.”
“How come?” Jason asked, confused.
“It would save me a lot of pain.”
This is something super fluffy that was suggested by someone for me to do since I had some trouble with planning something. It’s also written in present tense which is something I have never done. I hope y’all like it, though. It’s a modern royalty AU type deal.
For day 4 of my SoMa Valentine challenge: red rose
Maka sits in the middle of the vast open field behind the Evans’ castle, the ring of flowers she has been working on for the last thirty minutes is in her hand, and she twines the last of the flowers together to make a crown. It isn’t exactly her ideal pastime to do while she’s visiting the royal family of the neighboring country, but it is better than sitting in an overly large room listening to her father talk to the king and queen about diplomatic affairs. The political aspects of ruling a kingdom aren’t really of interest to her. At least, they don’t interest her in that moment. Once she takes the throne of her own kingdom, then she’ll be interested to know about those types of matters.