my entire childhood had this guy

Every Argument About “Buffy” On The Internet, From 1998 Until Now
Joss Whedon: Inventer Of Feminism Or Literal Hitler?
  • Joss Whedon invented feminism. Before Joss Whedon, every female character on television was crushed to death under the weight of her male co-stars’ heavier paychecks in the second-season finale.
  • Every female character Joss Whedon ever wrote was forcibly impregnated by a demon and brutally murdered, because Joss Whedon hates lesbians.
  • But Warren And The Trio Were –
  • EVERYONE GETS THAT WARREN AND THE TRIO REPRESENTED THE THREAT OF NON-SUPERNATURAL MISOGYNY, YOU DON’T GET CREDIT FOR PICKING UP ON THAT

Joss Whedon Doesn’t Understand What Bisexuality Is

  • Willow Identifies As Gay And You Are Robbing Her Of Self-Determination Because She Doesn’t Have A “Gold Star”
  • I’d Feel More Comfortable With Willow’s Lesbianism If It Weren’t Sometimes Equated With Drug Addiction, Literal Vampirism, And Megalomania
  • But She Was Clearly In Love With Oz
  • Who Are You To Say What Love Is
  • Dark Willow Was Pretty Hot, Though
  • Yeah, Dark Willow Was Super Hot
  • I’d Watch Dark Willow And Doppelgangland-Era Willow Hook Up If It Weren’t A Patriarchal Fantasy

Spuffy Is Problematic

  • Bangel Is A Child’s Delusion Of What Love Is
  • Spuffy Is Literally Assault
  • Okay But He Felt Really Bad About It And Didn’t Have A Soul

Waif-Fu And Thermodynamics: You Can’t Violate The Law Of Conservation Of Momentum

Season Six Felt Like Watching My Friends Get Murdered In Slow Motion Right In Front Of Me

  • It Was Worth It For Once More, With Feeling, Though
  • No, It Wasn’t
  • Doublemeat Palace Cancels Out Once More, With Feeling
  • Doublemeat Palace Cancels Out My Childhood

Xander Is The Only Character Who Retains Their Humanity On The Entire Show

  • Xander Is A Greater Monster Than Angelus And Invented “Nice Guy” Syndrome

Buffy Started To Falter After Angel Premiered

  • No, Buffy Started To Falter After Firefly Premiered
  • No, Buffy Has Never Faltered And Is Still On The Air
  • Buffy Started To Falter When Angel/Faith/Buffy Came Back
  • Buffy Was Better When It Was A Movie With Kristy Swanson

What If Evil?

  • Dark Willow Straight-Up Flayed a Dude!
  • Extremism In the Pursuit of Love Is No Vice
  • If a Dude Had Flayed Willow, Would We Be Cheering?

Everyone Was Too Hard On Dawn For Being A Regular Human Being

  • Don’t You Dare Try To Retroactively Justify Dawn

Oz vs. Tara

  • Oz Was Boring; Tara Was Too Good For This Sinful Earth
  • Tara Was Boring; Oz Was The Greatest Love Interest In Television History; Remember That Animal Crackers Monologue
  • What About Kenned–
  • SHUT UP ABOUT KENNEDY

Jenny Calendar And Race-Bending

Is It Important That Buffy Is Decidedly Not Book Smart?

  • Not Everyone Is Book Smart, That Is Elitist
  • Buffy is the Lady Channing Tatum of being Body Smart and That Is Sufficient
  • It Is a Tremendous Problem and Girls Should Not Watch This Show Or They Will Not Take College Seriously

I Shouldn’t Have To Watch Angel In Order To Appreciate Cordelia’s Growth As A Character

Shaming: Everyone Is Shamed

  • “Beer Bad” Is Slut-Shaming
  • “Beer Bad” Is Substance-Shaming and Preachy
  • “Beer Bad” Is Just a Terrible Episode
  • Angel Losing His Soul After He Has Sex With Buffy is Slut-Shaming
  • THE EPISODE WHERE WILLOW ATTENDS THE WICCAN MEETING IS WICCAN-SHAMING WICCANS ARE REAL WE ARE NOT YOUR PUNCHLINE

KENDRA’S ACCENT THOUGH

  • Was It Irish Sometimes, Or Was That Just Me?
  • Her Accent is Perfect, and Not To Be Questioned

Activating All Potential Slayers Was An Act Of Patriarchal Violence

  • Slaying Is Empowering
  • No, Slayers Were Literally Created When A Woman Of Color Was Forcibly Invaded By A Demonic Essence
  • Oh, Right
  • But Then They Get To Beat Up Everybody
  • Dark Willow Straight-Up Flayed a Dude

I’ve been thinking a lot about how old I am in technology years lately so here’s a bit of reminiscing for you kids in the form of stuff you’ll thankfully never know the pain of

  • having to rewind cassette tapes. you want to hear your favourite song again? no just clicking <<. nope, you gotta manually rewind that shit and keep hitting play to see if you’re at the beginning again.
  • like listening to your own music in the car? back in my day we had to bring a bag full of CDs and swap them out in our portable CD players. if the car went over a bump, the CD would jump in the player and the music would skip. eventually the CDs would get wrecked. I killed so many CDs thanks to all the moving around I did as a kid.
  • stifling the dialup tone when your parents were in bed. want to sneak online? good luck. I had the modem squeezed between my legs, with two pillows pressed on top of it, and still. crrrrrRRRSSSHHHHHHHHHHH
  • fucking. homepage wars. hacking was a lot easier back in the day thanks to no one knowing shit about security and nerds like my generation quickly learning more than the web developers did. this resulted in carnage if you owned your own webpage. it was commonplace for different groups to have wars and constantly hack each other’s pages and deface them. you could trust no one. you leave for five seconds and suddenly your state of the art homepage and all its lit wordart graphics has been replaced with a plain text message insinuating something about your mother.
  • an entire room in your house was dedicated to the computer. it was called the computer room. it was filled with wires you were constantly tripping over, and thanks to the fact you were on a desktop, there was no battery life. you better get used to tripping over your power cord or rolling back in your chair and ripping it out of the wall, therefore instantly shutting off your computer, because it’s going to happen multiple times a week my guy.
  • “get off the internet, I need to use the phone” “how long will you be?” “only a couple of minutes” *two hours later*
  • I’m pretty sure it was messenger that had this, but basically if someone ignored your message for too long you could send them graphics that would hijack their entire browser and pop up on the screen. they were huge and would sometimes make the screen shake and I heard rumours that some of them could even make noise.
  • this is one that’s near and dear to me because I spent like 60% of my childhood in a car but handheld game consoles didn’t have built in lights. I remember playing Pokemon on my big purple GameBoy as it got dark, holding the screen closer and closer to my face, and eventually having to resort to quickly jamming the buttons when we passed under a streetlight. I remember when the GameBoy Advance SP came out with a built in back light and I lost my fucking mind.
  • *is two seconds away from finally downloading a picture online that’s been downloading for 15 minutes* *someone picks up the phone downstairs* *internet disconnects* *download fails* *why must you hurt me in this way*
  • writing everything you wanted to say online in the raw html code because it didn’t do it automatically. fine if you just wanted to make things bold or underlined, a lot more annoying when you wanted to add an image or bullet points or something. no such thing as a quick rant.

this is really long already so I’ll stop here but long story short it was a dark time and you all should grab every technological advancement you can with both hands and never let them go. for the sake of my childhood self, nose-to-screen with a GameBoy. do not let them go.

Off Limits (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 1

Pairing: Chris x OC

Requested by anon. I turned this into an OC thing because I’m trying to distance myself from the reader inserts. But you can just overlook the first name and simply imagine it’s you. I will probably physically describe OC at some point, since you requested she’s William’s sister, I figured they’d look alike.

Synopsis: Mara Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in life, except for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions when it was the other way around.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: From now on I won’t be able to spend my entire days writing like I did with Play Me, so to make sure you won’t have to wait too long between each chapter I decided to write short chapters (yes, Yours Truly has finally decided to become a reasonable person) Enjoy this little foretaste!

MASTERLIST

>>> Part 2

Other Chris x OC fic: Play Me

Some things are simply not meant to be. Even when people maximized their chances by doing everything in their power to achieve their goal, it wasn’t always enough. Like in this maddening scene in Titanic where Jack can’t get on the floating door, and after everything he has gone through to be with Rose, he just dies. Well, maybe this was a little bit dramatic, chances are you won’t die in real life, you will just be really, really frustrated because all your efforts are thrown into the trash. But she was drifting from the subject.

Somehow, Mara’s brother had befriended the one guy who was simultaneously the absolute worst and the best thing that has ever happened to her. William and Chris were inseparable friends since- since always. As far as her memory goes, Chris has always been in their lives. He was like family to a certain extent – and that was precisely her problem.

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So….it was my friend’s 21st birthday party last night…

- I got there and Raychel was immediately like “Molly are you planning on drinking?” and I was like “Yes duh” and she, deep-voiced, goes “Good. You deserve it. You deserve the world and I deserve to see you get it”

- I forgot that I hate chocolate vodka and got a spiked milkshake at the restaurant

- People were just. screaming about anime. Everyone else in the place must have hated us

- “the asshole is my enemy and needs to be punished.”

- “So…my girlfriend like, bought chloroform?” “Have fun with that.”

- I literally forgot to get her a present whoops

- birthday girl, on her third drink: “Listen I know we’re going  back to my house to drink after this but don’t worry!!! I’m not gonna get that drunk tonight, it won’t be bad”

- l m a o

- we get to her house, immediately start doing shots. I hadn’t touched anything yet bc there was a bottle of electric blue shit and I knew damn well that was going into my body but I was told to wait until people got back with sodas for mixers

- but this guy Patrick who I went all thru grade school with goes “Molly, you’re a real man”, hands me a bottle of whiskey and was like “I feel like my entire childhood was leading up to drinking whiskey with you” and honestly I couldn’t argue??? I felt that way too

- a wholesome experience I’m sure all of our old teachers would be so proud to see us finally bonding and getting along lmao

- Jacqui wanted some whiskey and we’re like “you had two margarita’s at the restaurant maybe not” but she didn’t listen and after she took a shot I had to hide the bottle from her to stop her from having any more lol

- Jacqui, drunk “Mollllly you’re my wiiiiife!”

- Raychel (bd girl) also drunk, across the room “But she’s my alpha husband what the fuck!!!!”

- I was not fucking looking when Raychel’s drink was mixed but it was like. Emerald fucking green. I know it had the sour apple shit vodka in it but idk what else. And then they added food dye and cake glitter so it turned into a galaxy drink holy shit

- Jacqui mixed the blue stuff with sprite and I took a sip and it tasted amazing??? So then I poured my own and I don’t know if I used too much alcohol or too much soda but it tasted like draino I literally had a brief Heather Chandler moment

- Kept drinking it but that’s besides the point

- Now, we need to talk about my alcohol tolerance. It’s high. It’s strong.

- So almost everyone else was drunk out of their asses and I’m sitting there like???? What the fuck???? I want to be intoxicated???? This is hell???? Like at this point I had to have had??? A total six or so shots of vodka and the whiskey and I was FINE and mad about that lmao

- That’s my thing it takes me forever to get drunk and then I get really drunk and blessedly never have hangovers so I can’t really complain I guess?

- But when this happens the logical next step is to drink more lmao Raychel started insisting I share her ridiculous drink with her

- That thing….tasted like everything Jesus died to save us from.

- Also I think I ended up drinking more of it than she did lmao

- Pocket full of sunshine started playing and half the room got turnt while the other half watched in confusion

- I kept trying to take selfies with Raychel and in ever one??? She looks inhumanely gorgeous???? And I look like a goblin???? What the fuck

- At this point I was finally getting drunk so Raychel gave me her phone going “you have my favorite face in the world take so many selfies for me!!!” and….bitch I did. I had that phone for about three hours, barely put it down, loved every single one of my angles for the first time in my life, and I honestly do not know how many selfies of me she’s going to find later lmao

- “I once made an art piece out of my pubic hair but like I lost it in someone’s apartment”

- Garrett, who’s apparently never drank before, whisper-yelling in horror “I took a lot of shots….On purpose!!!! ….I’m sorry,”

- He got very wasted very fast and then went upstairs to sleep lmao

- Raychel started crying telling me I was pretty and I was like “Thanks but you do this when you’re sober so I don’t believe you??” and then her friend who barely talks to me comes over and is like “Honey listen I’m the least drunk person her and you’re gorgeous” and it eventually spiraled into “Molly, CHRISTINA AGUILERA thinks she’s ugly. Lady GaGa- BRITTNEY SPEARS CLEARLY HAS SELF ESTEEM ISSUES EVEN THO SHES A FUCKING SEX ICON. So you’re- OH my God!!! Adam Lambert probably thinks he’s the ugliest fucker in the world!!!!! So you’re beautiful!!!!” and like honestly? Feeling good rn

- To counter this I spent like half the night telling Patrick’s shy and quiet girlfriend Maura that she was the prettiest person I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t leave this poor girl alone she was adorable omfg

- Raychel, the one who ‘wasn’t going to get that drunk’: *spinning wildly, holding 13 conversations at once, constantly yelling about the pubic bone and the vulva, crying about plastic babies in a glitter tube*

- UPDATE AS IM TYPING THIS: Raychel has announced that she found a total of 438 pictures and videos on her phone OH MY GOD @PAST ME

- And that’s only on her phone I got a lot on my phone too and other people had cameras out lord knows how many were taken

- So when I’m drunk I feel a little lightheaded but ultimately fine until I like move a limb and it’s like ‘holy shit my head isn’t connect to my body’ like. so fucking dizzy. At one point I stood and was like ‘who wants to bet I can’t walk to the bathroom’ and someone decided to walk me there lmao

- Someone made glitter bombs out of eggs and we threw them in the street while angrily screaming things like “I LOVE MY FAMILY!” and “WHY DOES EVERY ACTUALLY NICE GUY I MEET HAVE A SMALL DICK!”

- Raychel gave me a tiny ball of clay and I really treasured it but then it broke apart I was so sad

- “Burt Macklin is a fucking bitch!” “Don’t talk to the kitten that way he’s the prettiest cat I’ve ever seen!”

- Jacqui got a slice of cake and then remembered she cannot eat when she’s drunk so I ended up eating. just a lot of cake

- My Little Pony songs were playing on the tv???? I’m still not sure how that got started

- Screaming about Alaska Thunderfuck

- I bet Patrick he’d be the first to puke but he left and I think I threw up in the bathroom???? I’m not 100% positive I did but the fact that I have doubt means he wins unfortunately

- There was one guy there I don’t think I actually got his name but he gave me a great hug when he was leaving. You know when like a bird lands on you and you feel like you’re special and have been chosen???? That’s what the hug felt like lmao

- Someone pulled buffalo chicken dip out of thin air which is my weakness and she told me to have some but like. I put one dipped chip in my mouth and knew it was a mistake. I felt it in my stomach. I hadn’t even fucking swallowed yet it was literally just in my mouth and my body was like ‘bitch can you take a break and let me live!’ omfg

- Since Raychel finally dumped her boyfriend I had no qualms about telling her I didn’t like him and she asked why and I was like “he tried to mansplain Greek mythology to me and he wasn’t even right!!!” and for some reason that made at least five people loose it.

- At the stroke of midnight, Raychel, pointing to the crucifix in the living room. “JESUS….HE’S HERE. HE’S ALIVE.”

- At some point I apparently started drunk texting a few of my friend’s that weren’t there w h o o p s

- Me, trying to explain myself to them this morning “You know, that Easter wine just really gets to me”

- I was stuck in the ‘coming down’ stage for like a million years. Like, still clearly drunk but Not As Bad

- And I was trying to get better before I texted my mother for a ride so like. I spent so long chugging water. I literally don’t think I’ve ever had that much water in my entire life. Raychel’s father and sister kept getting it for me as I continuously told them they were life savers. But it barely helped omfg

- Was definitely still a little wobbly when I woke up for water at like 6:30 but all good now and the hangover skipped over my soul @my genetic makeup bless you

- Fun night though!!! But now I’m off to an Easter family party so…we’ll see how that goes lol

Everyone always talks about that one performance where AKB forgot the strike banner on his crutch and had to shake it around awkwardly screaming for a bit…but have I ever told you guys that I was at that performance? Because I think about it every second of every day and it’s probably the clearest memory of my entire childhood.

Jealousy H.S. **Smut**

So this is my first time writing anything smutty so don’t be super harsh on me! I hope you guys like it!

You and Harry were out celebrating your birthday with the night turned into a disaster and resulted in a screaming match between the two of you.


The door slammed shut behind you, only to open and slam shut again. You kept your face forward as you kicked off you heels and stomped into the kitchen to get a glass of water. A night that was supposed to be one to remember turned into a nightmare you wished you could forget. To top it all off, it was your birthday and the one person who was supposed to make it special was the one who ruined it.

You turned around to see Harry tossing his jacket onto the back of the couch before he walked over to the counter you were standing by and rested his hands against the countertop. He kept his face down so you couldn’t see his expression, though you had a good idea of what it looked like. You took a drink before finally speaking; you had stayed quiet the entire ride home.

“I just can’t believe you’d ruin my night like that.” Your voice was quiet but there was venom behind your words. He shook his head and looked up at you, his eyes dark and full of anger. 

“Me? You were the one who was all over that guy, and when he grabbed you I couldn’t just stand there!” he shouted, walking closer to you, but you backed away with every step.

“Harry! You beat my childhood best friend to a bloody pulp! You’re lucky I’m friends with him or he’d be suing your ass!” You ran your fingers through you hair, wishing that there was some sort of do over for the whole night.

It started off nice enough. You had bought a new dress and shoes and you even got your hair done just for the party Harry was throwing for you. While you were getting dressed, Harry came in dressed nice suit and gave you a small kiss on the cheek. He led you outside to his car before driving the two of you to your favorite bar. All of your friends were there, including Brad who you hadn’t seen in years. After doing some celebratory shots and having some cake, you began to catch up with Brad when, out of no where, Harry came up and shoved him away from you before pounding his fist into his face over and over. 

The memory saddened you when you remembered how nice the night was supposed to be, but it also made you angry all over again.

“So what if he sues me? It’s not like I don’t have the money and I’m not about to let some prick touch my girl like that! Don’t tell me you didn’t notice how he was looking at you? You aren’t that blind are you?”

The insult was a smack in the face but it just added fuel to the fire. “Are you fucking kidding me? I haven’t seen Brad in six years. Six years. So forgive me if, on my birthday, I wanted to catch up with him and see how he was doing. And you have absolutely no right to comment on someone else staring at me when your Harry-fucking-Styles. Every girl on the goddamn planet thinks your the hottest thing to walk this earth and I don’t go around punching every girl you talk to.”

“It’s different and you know it,” he said lowly, walking over to you. Frustrated tears began to fall down your cheeks leaving cool trails in their wake.

“Oh my God! You don’t even see how what you did was wrong! Harry! You don’t even trust me enough after we’ve been together for two years. Brad is just a friend; that’s all he’s ever been. And now, thanks to you, he probably hates me!” You ran your fingers through your hair and let out a sigh. The previous burst of energy you had had drained away, leaving you a burnt out mess.

The two of you stood there in silence for a good while. You just stared at the coffee pot just past Harry, the nights events replaying over and over again in your head. After minutes past, Harry spoke softly, breaking the deafening silence.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what came over me. I just saw him touching you and it drove me crazy. I ruined your night and I’m sorry. This night was supposed to be about you and I ruined that,” he apologized, grabbing your hands. The knuckles on his right hand were cut up and bruised, but he brought your hands up to his lips to leave a small kiss on your knuckles. “Let me do something to make it up to you. Please.”

You could feel his warm breath coming out in puffs against your cheek.  His hands dropped to your waist and pulled you closer to him, making your heart pound. Your house was eerily quiet, only the quiet sounds of your breathing could be heard. You finally looked up at him; Harry’s eyes focused on your lips. The two of you stood there, timeless, neither one of you wanting to break the tension.

After a moment, Harry couldn’t take it. He pulled you even closer, smashing his lips against yours, his tongue flicking playfully at yours. A small groan erupted from the back of Harry’s throat as you pushed back against him. His hands dropped down to your butt as he squeezed gently, before dragging his hands back up your body to cup your face.

His lips peppered kisses down your jaw before settling on a spot on your neck. A whimper left your mouth as he bit down softly before dragging his tongue up your neck. He grabbed your legs and picked you up, setting you down on the counter. You tightened your legs around his waist and ran your fingers through his hair before reaching down to pull his shirt off. His skin was hot and sent sparks throughout your body with every touch.

He lifted you and began walking, or rather, stumbling, towards your bedroom down the hall. His lips never left yours until you decided to brake the kiss to bite down on his shoulder, a spot you knew he enjoyed. His hands on your butt tightened when you did and he stopped moving for a moment to entirely enjoy the moment. A small smirk found its way onto your lips when he began groaning, and you stopped kissing him, resting your chin on his shoulder. He whimpered at the absence of your lips, but hurried to the bedroom.

You released your legs to stand once you were next to your bed while Harry fumbled with the zipper down the side of your dress. The moment it was off his lips began ravishing the soft skin peaking out of your bra and goosebumps erupted all over your skin. He pulled away and pushed you backwards so you fell onto the bed. The wet spots on your breast were cold, but you barely noticed as you watched Harry tug off his pants and boxers. He was so desperate to feel you, he didn’t even bother with his socks.

His fingers looped into your panties and quickly pulled them off before expertly unclasping your bra. His eyes widened and he immediately began teasing your left nipple with his tongue while massaging the other with his hand. The feeling was numbing and you almost couldn’t stand the teasing.

Suddenly, Harry flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled your ass up in the air. Normally you’d oppose to this position, but you were so turned on it didn’t bother you at all. In fact, it made you ache even more. You heard him reach over and dig around in the drawer in your end table, followed by the tearing of foil. The condom wrapper was tossed to the floor and forgotten about the moment you could feel his tip pushing against you.

He began rocking into you, a low growl coming from behind you as he moved slowly. Your mouth opened, but no sound came out as you buried your face in the sheet. Harry stopped moving for a moment to reach and grab your hands, twisting them behind your back. His hands were large enough to hold both of yours with one, so his other hand reached for your hair, tugging softly.

A small whimper left your lips as he began moving again, this time even harder. His hand released yours and he placed it back on your hips, steadying himself as he pushed faster and faster. Small moans were continuously falling out of your mouth as he hit that perfect spot with every thrust. A small layer of sweat covered your body as you felt the familiar warmth growing in your stomach. 

Harry’s grip on your hair tightened as he gave a particularly strong thrust, causing the both of you to cry out. Continuous ‘I love you’s fell out of your mouth as the pleasure began filling your body. Your toes were curling and your fingertips were growing numb as his grip on your hip tightened, destined to leave small bruises.

A wave a pleasure swept over your body as you came, crashing down onto the mattress, loud cries echoing throughout the large room. Your body was still twitching with pleasure as Harry came over you, falling on top of your back. His heartbeat could be felt on your back and you let out a breathy laugh, too exhausted to move.

The two of you laid there for a moment before Harry found the energy to roll off of you and onto his back. He grabbed a tissue and disposed of the used condom before pulling you into his side. His fingers drew aimlessly on your shoulders as you listened to his heartbeat slowing down to a more relaxed pulse.

“I really fucking love you, Y/N. I’m truly sorry about the way I acted earlier,” he told you, kissing the top of your head. His hand tightened on your shoulder before continuing to draw random circles on your arm.

“What you did wasn’t okay, but you should apologize to Brad. Tomorrow. I just want to cuddle and spend the last hour of my birthday with the crazy, jealous, handsome man that I love. Is that too much to ask?” You looked up at him to see him resting his head against the wall with his eyes closed and smiled peacefully. Even if he was crazy sometimes, you loved him even more for it.


Okay so here it is! I hope you like it! And sorry for the kind of super cheesy ending, I just wasn’t really sure what else to do :/ Anyways if you liked it let me know and if you want me to write anything else just message me!

The Memories

Title: The Memories

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Wordcount: 1400 ish 

Warnings: Excessive drinking

Read Part 1: The Ultimatum by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 

Read Part 3: The Compromise by @melonshino 

A/N: Written for @spnbuddywriters SPN Team Building Challenge. I used the song Drive by Oh Wonder for inspiration for my part of the story. I was fortunate enough to be put in a group with these two lovely ladies for this challenge! I had a lot of fun collaborating with them. Ida and Tierra: thank you for always reassuring me when I second guess myself and for throwing me even deeper into my Sam and Dean crisis. I love you guys a lot. <3


Leaving Dean was by far one of the hardest things you had ever had to do. You had endured monsters and death your entire life, and you could handle that, but leaving him… it was almost unbearable.

When you left the bunker, you went straight to your childhood home. Instead of dreading that old house, you now found comfort in it. Walking into the door, you dropped your bags of clothes and sighed. It was the first time you had been there by yourself since your dad died.

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Sugar, Honey, Iced Tea

Prompt: Crushes

(AO3 link coming asap)

Ft. Over dramatic Minami, crushes (obviously) and one very embarrassed Yuri Plisetsky (Phichit means well).

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My Heroine’s Journey: a personal essay

Trigger warning: abuse, mental illness, stalking.

Hey everyone. As most of you know, I took an extended break after the season finale because of school. I just finished my second year of college, and at the time, I had homework, finals, two part-time jobs, and an internship. I had to step back for personal reasons too. The spring semester and now this summer, and ultimately the whole school year, have been one of the darkest periods in my life. 

I have returned to Team Delusional, but I will be doing so in a limited capacity. I have a full-time job this summer, and other projects I would like to work on. Time is precious. With the show also on hiatus, there is also no new material to go through and I won’t be keeping up with filming spoilers at all. Most of all though, I no longer have my old stamina on day-to-day basis, so I have to cut back.

(Apologies in advance for any typos or awkward sentences. I edit as I write, and this is not the kind of piece that I could back and reread.)

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Sure Uncertainty: A Reference Post

So it has come to my attention that I don’t have a good reference post for my book, Sure Uncertainty, for those who don’t know what it is or what it’s about, and figured it was high time to fix that! Especially since I’ve gotten quite a few new followers lately. So here’s a bit more about my book/play, aka my big project and the main reason I created this blog in the first place. Warning this is long. 

Sure Uncertainty is a modern day retelling of the Shakespeare play, The Comedy of Errors. Plot-wise, it’s essentially the parent trap on steroids. Two sets of identical twins (with the same names!) separated at birth end up in the same high school and due to misunderstandings and mistaken identity, a heck of a lot of confusion ensues. The plot is somewhat convoluted, and while a lot of it I lifted directly from the Shakespeare play, I created my own versions of the characters (did a lot of genderbending and such) and adjusted the plot accordingly to fit it into a high school setting. A lot of it was inspired by She’s the Man, a retelling of Twelfth Night in much the same manner. 

I am also currently in the process of adapting my book back into a play (I know, a play based on a book based on a play) to hopefully direct for my senior project as a theatre major. I’m trying to get as much feedback as possible right now, so message me if you want to read it, and I might send you the link! 

As for the characters… If you want to draw them, aside from gaining my undying love, gratitude, and infinite levels of happiness, check out this reference post here for physical descriptions and color reference drawings. 

The Twins

Antony Abidelli (Antipholus of Syracuse): Transfer student from Syracuse, kind of a nerd. Loves music and spending lots of time alone. Introverted af. Very confused half the time, very rarely understands anything that’s going on. Just wants to be left alone most of the time. Loves his sister more than anything and would literally die for her in a heartbeat. Awkward af, shy af, terrible at flirting

Antony Durham (Previously Antony Duke, but I changed their name… Antipholus of Ephesus): One of the most popular guys in school, confident, charming (sorta), a total jock. On the football and basketball teams. Thinks he’s a lot greater than he is. Embarrassed of his family. Here’s a picture of him: 

Roma Abidelli: AKA Roma A. (Dromio of Syracuse, genderbent) Rebellious, or tries to be. Sarcastic af, clumsy. Was held back a grade, so she’s old for her year. She and Antony A are super close because they felt like they only really had each other since their dad is really distant. Likes rock music, tries to be punk rock, and would do anything to be cool and popular, even though she pretends she doesn’t care. Also aro/ace and very much not interested in relationships. she and Antony D get close after the events of my book, so here’s a picture of them together: 

Roma Durham (Dromio of Ephesus): Twin sister of Roma A. Goes to Ephesus, and wants to be close with her brother, but he pushes her aside a lot. Struggles with social anxiety. Very quiet and studious, takes her studies and grades Very Seriously. Gets lowkey teased a lot but no one would ever try too hard to mess with her bc they’re afraid of her brother. Kind of a teacher’s pet, terrified of many things, including heights, spiders, small spaces, airplanes, and getting in trouble of any kind. Doesn’t deserve any of the hell I put her through. Here’s an angsty picture of her: 

Other Important Characters

Gene and Emma are the twins parents, also separated in the plane crash (which is my story’s version of the shipwreck from the play) who get reunited at the end of the story. The only thing they love more than each other is their children. Gene is a very go-with-the-flow kinda guy, quiet, nerdy, also writes poetry, Emma is his entire world, he spirals into depression after the plane crash, and thus was never really around for his kids. He’s also like… literally the sweetest, purest guy you’ll ever meet. Had a very rough childhood though, and was bullied a lot in his youth so Emma is immensely protective of him. As for Emma, she’s no-nonsense, the librarian of Ephesus high school, very strict and an enforcer of the rules all the time. Kind of uptight, fiercely loyal, will actually murder anyone who lays a hand on her family. Her way of dealing with grief is just getting really really angry at everything. Has a hard time keeping her cool sometimes, and can be irrational and blunt a lot of the time. Unable to physically fight but she will destroy you with her words. Literally just don’t mess with her (or Gene, which by extension is her). Have I mentioned they’re in love???? Anyway, here’s them: 

And then there’s the love interests. Addie and Lucy Johnston (Adriana and Luciana) are sisters, and the love interests of the two Antonys, D, and A respectively. Antony D is Addie’s boyfriend. Addie’s on the cheerleading team, she’s popular, pretty, and very very dramatic. Yells a lot, can get unhinged pretty easily. Takes everything to the extreme. Lucy’s quiet and introverted, but not shy, loves to read and takes school v seriously. Has a secret badass side that rarely comes out. Both of them are super protective of each other. Lucy ends up falling for Antony A, thinking he’s Antony D, and that’s kind of one of the central conflicts of the book. They’re both like literal goddesses, like I’m in love with both of them and they’re my own ocs. Lucy’s nerdy but she never gets teased. She’s had lots of guys try and ask her out but always turns them down bc she’s looking for the right one. Here’s a pic of her and Antony A being adorable together, and then a pic of Addie below that. 

Minor Characters

Angel Brooke who you see me talk about a heck of a lot, is def one of my faves (so much so I wrote a spin-off novel about her, but that’s a story for another time). Goth, lesbian, sells handmade jewelry at unreasonable prices. Artsy and creative, and very very good at getting her way. Clever. Quiet, doesn’t talk a lot, keeps people at a distance, kind of cold. Had a traumatic childhood. Apathetic towards basically everyone.  She’s tiny but she will destroy you. After the story, she and Roma A become best friends, and she ends up with a HUGE not-so-secret crush on her… Oh and she’s based on Angelo from the play. Here she is: 

Leigh is Angel’s ex, one of those people that’s super cheerful and nice on the outside, but is pretty manipulative and not a very good person. Bisexual, never stops making puns about it (or puns at all). She’s also on the cheerleading team, and is pretty good too. The type of person to say, ‘move, I’m gay’. Here’s a pic of her: 

Randy: Roma D’s boyfriend, super shy and awkward guy that Roma A detests (which makes things difficult for him). Marie is Roma D’s other best friend, an artsy girl who’s very cheerful and optimistic. 

As for adults, there’s Principal Duke, the principal of the school. Has a not-so-secret crush on Emma the librarian, who continually rebuffs his lame attempts at flirting. Doesn’t know that she lost her husband, he thinks she’s just single. He’s way too jovial all the time, has a habit of repeating himself. Kind of an idiot. Gail is his office secretary, does all the real work around the school, knows a lot more than she lets on, and is probably the most likely of all my ocs to take over the world. 

SO TO SUM UP: 

Emma and Gene are the parents of the four twins. Antony and Roma Durham are with Emma, Antony and Roma Abidelli are with Gene. (they all meet at the end). Addie is Antony D’s girlfriend, Lucy is Antony A’s love interest. Hopefully the family dynamic makes sense. If you read or know the play it’ll probably make more sense….

So there ya go, that’s basically it!!! Sorry this post ended up so long but I figured it’d be good to have a reference all in one place. Not gonna put it under the cut bc I do want people to read it. Please please please feel free to send me lots of asks or talk to me about my characters or this project and I will literally love you forever (or better yet, DRAW my children!!!) If you like my book/ocs or whatever, please reblog so I can get more exposure. Hopefully you’ll see my book on a shelf someday and if not, you’ll see a performance of the play adaption I’m working on. And if you read all this, I literally love you already. If anything doesn’t make sense or you’re confused, send in an ask or message me and I can try and update the post for ya! THANK YOUUU!

anonymous asked:

Is it weird that I kind of consider myself cis? I am a trans man, but I grew up with only male friends who just treated me like another guy, have all typical male interests, had a stereotypical boy’s childhood, etc. it hurts when my female friends say something like “I hate men! But not you, you don’t count.” when I’ve literally been 99% there for all my life already

No, I understand you completely. There is a lot of separation between cis males and trans males which shouldn’t be there, it’s similar to saying “I hate men! Trans women included”- it’s entirely irrelevant. Whilst I’m not saying that they should say they hate you, I think that less generalization is important. 

Of course, I understand that the “all men” jokes are just that- jokes. The same as the “all white people” and “all straight people” jokes, but they can come across as insensitive. As a trans person, you’re going through enough as it is, and the jokes are not to your taste. That’s okay. I think you’ll just need to tell them how they affect you. 

- Claude 

KBTBB Childhood Friend AU

a/n: Wow, this certainly took me a while. I had hoped this would be a bit shorter, but I guess not. This here is my first attempt at drabbles/headcanons. Hope you guys enjoy it :)

Some of these drabbles are inspired by tamakirishima awesome KBTBB in elementary school headcanon. (She’s a talented writer by the way, go read her headcanons if you can ;))

Eisuke:

You were always slightly jealous of Eisuke’s skills on the monkey bars, not to mention the fact that he’d sit atop the bars, acting as if he owned the entire playground. Nevertheless, it was still pretty fun to play with him, despite him always choosing and winning any game you’d both play. Today, you hoped for something different.

“Aw, but we always play Simon Says, and you’re always Simon. Let’s play something else!” you puffed out your cheeks slightly, hoping he’d get the point.

“Yeah, but no matter what game we play, I’m still gonna win. You might as well play what I wanna play,” he smugly remarked.

His haughty quip struck a nerve, and you decided you’d have none of that. This was the final straw.

               “Fine, if you wanna keep being unfair, then I won’t play with you anymore,” you said with all the finality a child could muster.

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i can’t believe this

alright i’m gonna explain this to those of you at home who don’t fire emblem

so my avatar and this guy named silas are childhood friends. they were the cutest little best buddies 4ever when they were little and silas might’ve had a little crush on my avatar yeah ok. BUT silas gets banished from the kingdom at a young age. so, determined to see his childhood friend/sweetheart again, he trains until he becomes an adult, signs up for the army and becomes a knight for said kingdom just so he can get access back in and therefore meet his childhood friend/sweetheart again

HOWEVER i ended up rejecting him and just romancing another character entirely. silas is just having the shittiest time all around. sorry silas.

now! in this game you can hook your characters in your army with other characters in your army and they get together and have babies and through this really dumb nonsensical process they get put into a Babyrealm where time passes at a much faster rate and they become fully grown adults or at least teenagers in like. 10 minutes. it’s really stupid and complicated BUT ANYWAY, BABIES. you can also hook your kids up together. which is what i’m trying to do in the above screenshot with my kid kana (on the left) and silas’s kid sophie (on the right).

basically what is happening here is that my kid is getting friendzoned by the kid of the guy i friendzoned. my kid is getting revenge friendzoned. my kid has been cursed by the friendzone because of my use of the friendzone. what have i done to you, my child

Hard Times (swazz)

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“What’s up, (Y/L/N)?” I heard as I opened the door. I widened my eyes, not believing my eyes.

It was Chris, my childhood best friend. We did used to do everything together. We had known each other from elementary school and spent the rest of our school lives together.

Until I moved to LA, I used to live in Omaha but I went to LA to discover some new things. I didn’t regret it of course, but I hadn’t talked to Chris for ages. And I did miss him. “Holy shit!” I gasped as I jumped into his arms.

This sounds really, really strange; especially with me having a boyfriend. But you know, I’ve known this guy my entire life and the last time I saw him was at the graduation of fucking high school. “You look fly as fuck.” He said while clapping.

“Thank you, I try.” I said bowing down for the applause. “Come in!” I opened the door a little further and he looked around.

“Nice apartment.”

“I know.”

He turned around and raised a brow. “Still the good ‘ol (Y/N).”

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Heh, funny you should mention it!  Turns out, Ford an’ me only ever saw one Broadway play in our childhood. Now, I’m not much’f a musical guy or nothin’ (though I’d like t’think that I’m a decent con man—I mean, actor, myself. Thanks for th’ complement, kiddo!), but trust me, that was an experience that I don’t think either’f us are gonna ever forget.

It all started with this little tradition my Ma had.  See, we weren’t th’ kind of family who was too well-off, so bein’ able to afford goin’ on any kind’f trip was basically the highlight of our entire year.  And Ma knew it, too—she’d save up regularly t’manage us one annual vacation, and since Pop wasn’t really one for travelin’, it was usually just me, Ma and Ford, takin’ on th’ town!

And this time, heh, that town was nothin’ other than The Big Apple itself!

So of course, goin to New York, you ain’t just gonna sit there!  So Ma decided t’really go all out this time: While she knew next to nothin’ about Broadway, she decided t’skip the research and buy us three tickets to th’ first show she spotted! 

Which was “Hair.”

Yeah, it–it was just called “Hair.”  That one.

Now, in case y’didn’t know, for a 1960-somethin’ audience, this thing, this “Hair” thing, it, uh, it was pretty daring.  We’re talkin’ nudity.  We’re talkin’ profanity. We’re talkin—er—illegal pharmaceuticals, if y’get my drift.  Basically, not the kind’f thing you’d wanna take your middle school twins to.

Unless one’f them middle school twins was Stanley Pines!

Aw, kid, you shoulda seen it.  A buncha modern-day teens (er, modern as of th’ 60s and 70s) livin’ out their dreams and stickin’ it to th’ man?  Heck, I’m not a fan’f those Thistle Downe-type hippies, but these guys?  Heh, a little rebel like me could definitely roll with these guys!

By th’ time we got outta the theatre, I was goin’ nuts.  Sure, Ma was goin’ about things like they never happened, but I couldn’t shut up about it!

And then there was Ford.

Who apparently caught a glimpse of the nude scene and hid under his jacket for th’ whole remainder’f the show.

And this is why my brother could never handle actin’ in theatre.

Ever.

–Stan

jeswinchesterwho221b  asked:

Sam/Darcy - the avengers don't know but we've been best friends/soulmates since college

Darcy looked at her phone: no messages.

With a sigh she leaned her head back against the elevator wall.

“Ugh. If I never see another would-be kidnapper again, it’ll be too soon.”

Jane hummed in agreement.

“Thank goodness for Tony Stark.”

Darcy snorted and glanced over at her boss.

“Now those are words I never expected to hear you utter.”

Jane grunted this time in response.

In truth, Darcy never expected to even meet Tony Stark. But then post Nightmare on Elves’ Street, Thor decided to introduce Jane and Darcy to his fellow Midgardian warriors. And now Tony was offering a safe haven because Thor was off world and Steve had gone and decided to topple a secret government agency; thereby leaking out hers and Jane’s secrets and names on some top-secret list. 

Darcy had always thought she was unimportant but here she’d made it into the Villain’s Burn Book of Murder and Mayhem.

Yay.

She checked her phone again out of habit.

Nothing.

The doors of the elevator finally opened and Darcy and Jane dragged themselves upright and out.

They were both going on thirty-six hours without more than a couple of cat-naps and even longer without a shower. Tony had taken one look at them on video chat and promised both. Literally.

Voices were coming from somewhere nearby, so the two women shuffled their way over.

Pepper Potts and Rhodey sat on the couch in disheveled suits probably having come from political meetings; Tony was at the bar fixing drinks for himself, Natasha, and Clint; and Steve “Cady Heron” Rogers was slouched down in a nearby chair.

Darcy was too tired do more than raise her eyebrows at the assortment.

“Ah, my intrepid travelers. Welcome.” Tony raised a bottle of what was probably heinously expensive alcohol. “Come see me for spiritual sustenance or we’ve got Wilson on food patrol.”

“Who?”

Before anyone could answer Darcy’s question someone else came into the room with a tray of food piled high. When he set it down on a nearby table and revealed his face, Darcy let out a gasp drawing everyone’s attention to her. 

“D?”

She stood there flummoxed and Sam suddenly rushed forward to pull her into a bear hug.

“Damn, it’s good to see you, D.”

Darcy sank into the familiar feel of him for a minute before she remembered her righteous and very well-deserved anger and pushed at him until he let her go and she could poke him in the chest.

“Don’t you ‘D’ me, Samuel Thomas Wilson! What the hell are you doing here?!”

He knew better than to try and reach for her again and instead sent a guilty look over at Steve Rogers who was now watching them with interest along with everyone else in the room.

“Seriously? This is why you’ve been ducking my calls? Because you hitched your caboose to the Captain America crazy train?”

Jane let out a sigh and wandered over to a couch while the younger woman ignored her and continued to glare at the hero in front of her who was now avoiding eye contact.

“I wasn’t ducking your calls exactly.”

“Then what were you doing?”

He raised a hand to rub the back of his neck and took a deep breath before looking at her with his head tucked down.

“My phone might have been taken and I didn’t exactly have a whole lot of free time over the last couple of days.”

“Taken? No time? You mean you’ve been teamed up with these maniacs for days and didn’t tell me?!”

A laugh came from the bar.

“How could you miss it? He was on TV getting arrested with Cap.”

Darcy glared at Tony and gestured towards Steve.

“I was in the middle of trying to not be kidnapped in the aftermath of that guy getting arrested.”

“Kidnapped?” Sam interrupted but Darcy ignored him.

“Plus, I’m not in the habit of watching my childhood hero/celebrity crush get arrested!” She turned back to poke Sam in the chest some more. “Not to mention, my soulmate usually doesn’t go off doing stupidly heroic things without telling me, let alone without calling, texting, or emailing me for an entire week!”

“You had a crush on Cap growing up? And Wilson’s your soulmate? Classic!”

Sam glared at Tony and without looking grabbed Darcy’s hand, which was still poking him in the chest, holding on despite her trying to pull it back.

“Not helping, Stark.”

“Oh, I wasn’t trying to help.”

“Tony,” Pepper called from across the room.

The still-gleeful inventor raised his hands in surrender as he went back to mixing drinks with a snicker.

Sam ignored everyone else as he pulled Darcy back in for a hug. She attempted to fight for a while but finally just let him hold her as she stood there stiffly; trying to resist hugging back because he’d always been ridiculously comfortable and she was way too tired for any of what was happening.

“So, wait, when did you two find out you were soulmates?”

“About eight years ago,” Sam answered.

He put one hand in Darcy’s hair dragging his nails along her scalp while he used the other hand to keep her in place and rub circles into her back just as she liked. With a sigh she finally relaxed against him and turned to face Pepper who had asked the earlier question.

“I was thinking about doing ROTC for a scholarship but wanted to see how badly it would suck. So I went to the closest military base and talked to the first soldier I could find.”

Clint snorted into his drink.

“Sounds about right.”

Darcy shrugged and sank further into Sam who relaxed and just held onto her.

After a moment, he murmured in her hair.

“You okay?”

She shrugged again and he leaned back to look at her face.

“Seriously. What’s this about kidnappings?”

She let out a snort.

“What’s this about going back into a war-zone and not warning me?”

He winced.

“I’m sorry, Darce. It’s been a shitty week.”

Sam brought his hands up to cup her jaw and she let out a quiet harrumph.

“You’re telling me.” She raised her hands to cover his with her own and gave him a small, tired smile. “We’re talking about this later. Right now I need a shower and sleep.”

He nodded and stepped back to talk to everyone else who was still politely pretending not to watch; well, except for Tony, he blatantly stared.

“We’ll see you all later.”

Darcy looked over to see Jane already asleep and drooling on the couch.

“Can someone make sure she actually makes it to a bed at some point?”

Pepper gave her a kind smile.

“Don’t worry, Darcy. We’ll take care of her.”

Sam grabbed her hand and started to lead her back towards the elevator.

“Come on, I’ll get you one of my shirts to wear and let you fall asleep on top of me.”

Darcy hummed and leaned into his side.

“Good. You always made the best pillow.”

Sorry for an edgy post guys

But I’m having a hard time at home, I’ve had a bad childhood generally speaking. But my dad screams at me and says things like “I want to beat you until you are dead.” Stuff like this has been going on my entire life, but I’ve haven’t had the willpower or any safety to run away. I’ve spent my whole life in fear of the law and my parents. I’m not depressed I’m just really pissed and I want advice from any one who has run away before this isn’t a “pity me” post it’s a I need help give me advice post. Dm me or comment.

I turn 18 in two weeks and I’m from Texas.

This man has been my idol for over 20 years now. It’s hard to believe that I have been a KoRn fan since 1994. That year literally changed my life for the better. Jonathan Davis’ lyrics have helped me through some of the hardest times in my life and even 20+ years later, they still do. I know it’s the cliché thing to say anymore, but his words have quite literally saved my life. I had a really fucked up childhood and never had an outlet until I found KoRn in 94’. I always felt by listening to his lyrics that he was reaching down within me and yanking out all the anger and pain that I had. KoRn was my therapy and what kept me going. Never in my entire life has another singer’s lyrics got to me the way that his have. Combined with the rest of the guys in KoRn (both past and present members), They have all helped make my life more tolerable and given me a pillar to lean on. I will forever be grateful to the fact that they dedicated their lives to music. Without them? I wouldn’t be here today. I can never thank them enough for what they all have done for not just me, but for ALL the KoRn fans all around the world. I will always be a KoRn fan until the day I die. That being said, Thank you Jonathan… you’ve been there for me when most weren’t. You have my respect and gratitude.

Promises (Part 3)

Originally posted by our-maybe-someday

Notes: Well this took forever-it was sitting in my documents for a while before I remembered it again. I know that Bucky probably wouldn’t be completely fine like this but that’s why they call it fiction. Anyways I hope you enjoy :) -Bronwyn 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None?

Summary: Bucky, Steve, and Reader catch up

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Once your prisoner was officially settled and Steve had gotten over the initial shock, you all sat in a moment of silence while the jet took off. You, as always, were twirling a small knife between your fingers, even more so to combat the nervousness and anxiety you felt with Bucky at your side again. He was watching you, admiring the skill with which your blade nimbly. He couldn’t believe that his fiance, the sweetest girl he’s ever met, is now capable of killing him.

Steve sits on the opposite side of the jet, across from you and Bucky. A confused expression plays on his face, and when you look up at him, he sighs. You can tell he’s trying to make sense of the recent events, and feeling sorry for him, you nudge Bucky, silently urging him to explain. He shifts, and clears his throat to ease the silence and get Steve’s attention.

“Umm…” he begins, shifting awkwardly in his seat. “I feel like I should say something.”

“You could tell us what happened,” Steve said quietly, looking away. “We thought you were dead.”

“Well I…they…experimented on me after they found me. My arm was gone, so they gave me a new one,” he lifts his left arm up to show, and then puts it back down behind you, almost hiding it. Steve looks like he’s about to say something, but you shoot him a warning glance and he closes his mouth so Bucky can continue.

“I was their plaything; they trained me and sent me off, making me do their dirty work.” He pauses for a moment, and you can see he’s trying to keep his composure. You leaned into him, your hand gently tracing patterns onto his back as your head rested on his shoulder. You hear Steve sniffle, and you see him wiping at his eyes. It strikes you how hard this must be for him, Bucky was his best friend since childhood, and he took a long time to come to terms with Bucky’s death. Now suddenly he learns his friend has been alive this entire time, and had all these awful things done to him to form him into the machine HYDRA wanted him to be. Leaning away from Bucky, you reach out and take Steve’s hand, silently reassuring him before Bucky starts talking again.

“They wiped my memory, I had no idea who you guys were for the longest time.” He interlaces his fingers with yours and looks at them before continuing.

“Then pieces came back, I remembered my beautiful fiance, and my little punk of a best friend.” He eyes Steve for a moment, once again noticing the differences in Steve’s physique.

“That was a few years ago. I kept it hidden, and kept doing what HYDRA wanted, until today they told me to expect agents coming in, I just didn’t expect them to be the people I wanted to see most.” His gaze shifts from you to Steve and back a few times before settling on Steve’s shield and your weapons spread out in the middle of the jet.

“You guys have kept busy then, I guess.” he gives a small smirk and turns to you, some of his old charm and humor coming back. You smile, happy to know that the Bucky you knew is still there.

“Well we had to, Barnes. We were waiting for a while for you to come back.” you reply playfully.

“In my defense, Doll, I couldn’t have known you two were even alive at this point. Few years ago I got memories back, and then realized that my best girl and best friend were probably dead since I left them 60 something years ago. That’s not the biggest motivator to send out a search party.” You hear Steve shift and move across the jet to sit on the other side of Bucky, turned to face him. He reaches out and rests his hand on Bucky’s shoulder comfortingly, as Bucky turns to look at him. Quickly Bucky pulls Steve into a hug, and you hear him faintly murmur.

“I missed you, punk.”

“Back atcha, jerk.” They stay in the hug for a moment longer, and when they pull away Bucky stands up, and carefully avoiding the weapons scattered on the ground, comes to stand in front of you. He offers you his hands, and you take them, feeling the combination of warm skin and cool metal. He pulls you up, and once you’re standing, twirls you around like he always did before.  

“And how about you, doll, huh? Last I remembered, you were smaller. And not quite as strong.”

“You know, men usually take a girl out on a date to get to know her.” you reply, tapping a finger on your chin in mock wonder. “Wouldn’t you agree, Steve?” Your question snaps Steve out of a small trance, and he smiles.

“Y/N’s right, Buck. I haven’t had much experience with women, but even I know that.”

Bucky chuckles and turns back to you, taking your hands in his.

“Well then, doll. What do you say we go out then? You, me, just like old times.” he grins as he speaks, but you can see a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, which is eased when you beam in return.

“James Barnes, I’d love to.” you lean in to kiss him softly, and when you pull away you drag him with you, sitting you both down while Steve moves to sit opposite you again. Bucky doesn’t seem like he wants to share his experiences just yet, so you and Steve regale him with stories from your missions over the years. Bucky seems content, enjoying the ability to laugh and joke about stories with his friends. He’s the same now as he once was before, and it makes you think of the day he left, the last time you saw him.

He came back, you think to yourself, still barely believing it.

Almost as if reading your thoughts, Bucky puts his arm around you and pulls you closer, as you rest your head on his shoulder, your eyes closing from fatigue. As you drift to sleep, you sleep contentedly for the first time in a long while. You relax into his body, your mind drifting, replaying memories of him.

Your Bucky.