when you stare into the abyss

How to Flirt with a King like Daenerys Targaryen

As requested by @itsteia​ & @thevagabondthoughts, Dany’s version of Jon’s Stargaryen Playbook - The Queen’s Playbook

Step 1) When the Lord of Light’s ancient tinder brings you a match, swipe right and send a raven to invite him over to your place for some solid knee bending action. 

Step 2) Casually drop the kind of dirty talk that works for him, like how you have all the resources to kill White Walkers just lying there on Dragonstone.

Step 3) A fabulous entrance: Shine like a diamond with your perfected Dragon Queen persona. You are the most powerful woman in the world after all. 

Step 4) No matter how thick he is, gracefully lay it on him that if he wants to take things slow, at some point in this relationship, there’s going to be some solid knee bending action required on his behalf. 

Step 6) If your dad did something super crazy to his family, like maybe gruesomely murder a relative or two, be the bigger person and apologise. 

Step 7) Honesty is the key to every successful relationship. Tell him about life experience, your troubles, your issues and your dreams but also be intimidating AF about it. 

Step 8) If he still doesn’t get it, offer him a royal suite, a warm bath & supper. He deserves to be pampered like a King.

Step 9) Give him meaningful gifts which are precious to him without expecting anything in return. He’s not your average gold digger, he’s a Drogonglass digger! So just casually give him all your dragonglass mines. 

Step 10)  But also be super chill & Queenly about it… Like you aren’t even thinking about checking him out as he walks away.

Step 11) Get to know him. Take interest in his hobbies and interests - dragonglass, caves, ice zombies, fighting & ancient cave paintings featuring those interests. He might be a weirdo, but he’s your weirdo now!

Step 12) Now that he’s shown you some proof of these ice zombies he keeps raving about and he’s looking at you with those big brown direwolf puppy eyes, promise to protect him and his people. 

Step 13) But close the distance, speak in a low sultry voice and hope that in this intimate dimly lit setup, he finally understands that now it’s his turn to bend the knee & explore your cave. 

Step 14) Stop messing around and call him a ‘King’ in your sexiest voice. 

Step 15) Casually invite him into your inner circle, when diplomats are failing you, seek your King’s counsel. #Power Couples Rule

Step 16) Introduce your kids to him now that you are getting serious about him to check if he fares well with children. 

Step 17) Subtly try to ask him to take his shirt off. You know, for science, or whatever…nothing fishy here, you’re just curious about how he survived a knife to the heart. 

Step 18) Make him jealous when he’s playing too hard to get. You have options, he needs to know that!

Step 19) Shit, jealousy backfired! You didn’t expect him to be this suicidal and competitive. Quick, find the words to express your heartfelt concern for his safety. Whatever you do Dany, don’t say something Queenly… 

Step 20) Now that you don’t know if you’ll ever see him again, look at him longingly & let the Queenly mask fall. Come on sweetie, feelings aren’t that hard.

Step 21) When bae needs you, strap on your prettiest coat, get on your dragon and it’s ride or die to save his suicidal ass. 

Step 22) You not only lost your child but also your future husband. What’s even the point of anything anymore? Stare into the abyss of the snow covered white waste hoping by some miracle he comes back to you. 

Step 23) He returned from the dead & after seeing his sexy scars, you know he’s quite literally done that too. You love & admire him, stop fighting it & take your time sailing back to stay by his bedside as he recovers instead of flying.

Step 24) Now that he evoked your greatest kink & called you his queen, make the move, but in a totally chill & ladylike way.

Step 25) Oh he wants to bone? Right now? This escalated quickly! Since he’s a King in a world obsessed with producing heirs, be completely honest about the future and leave him to decide what he wants when he’s less horny. 

Step 26) Now that you’re less angry & more turned on by his public declaration of loyalty for you at the worst possible moment, drop some sexy Valarian quotes on him & show him what a worldly & unburnt last dragon you are!

Step 27) After this magically undead man challenged the legitimacy of your birth control curse, give him a chance to help you make an heir. 

Step 28) Make up a totally lame reason to once again take slow transit with him instead of flying so that you can get this “military alliance” successfully up and running, if you know what I mean ;)

Congratulations, the knee is finally bent in the way you wanted it! 

How them 2000s live actions kids shows be
  • Normal Girl: *internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
  • *at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
  • Normal Girl: *staring deeply into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: Ahoy! What're you doing?
  • Normal Girl: Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
  • Best Friend: Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
  • Normal Girl: What are you even talking about?
  • Best Friend: I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
  • *at the mall*
  • Normal Girl: *internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
  • Best Friend: ...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
  • Normal Girl: Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
  • Best Friend: OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
  • *the normal girl and her best friend squee*
  • Normal Girl: *externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
  • Chad: Uh, okay.
  • Normal Girl: Did I just say that out loud!?
  • Chad: *sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
  • Best Friend: Have you murdered somebody?
  • Normal Girl: Do you need a girlfriend?
  • Chad: No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
  • Normal Girl: *internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
  • Chad: You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
  • Best Friend: Haha, truuuuuu!
  • Normal Girl: I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
  • Chad: Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
  • Best Friend: You do talk to fish.
  • Normal Girl: I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
  • *at the shore*
  • Chad: Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
  • Best Friend: Simmer down, aqualad!
  • Chad: Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
  • Normal Girl: We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
  • Chad: Does it involve you talking to fish?
  • Normal Girl: Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
  • *the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
  • Normal Girl: *falls over limp*
  • Best Fried: She died.
  • Chad: Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
  • Best Friend: *lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
  • Chad: *strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
  • Chad: *runs into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: *kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
  • Best Friend: *walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
  • Best Friend: *yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
  • *back at the shore*
  • Porpoise: *beaches itself*
  • *a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
  • Normal Girl: There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
  • Normal Girl: *looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
  • Normal Girl: *kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
  • Normal Girl: *spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
  • Normal Girl: *sighs*
A Kryptonian and an Amazonian: Kara and Diana (and the wonders of ice cream)

based on this post from @dealanexmachina and @randomthingsthatilike123 – https://avidreaderffn.tumblr.com/post/161453797376/i-need-diana-kara-fic-stat

Alex grins over from across the diner at her little sister and her new friend, leaning conspiratorially into each other in a booth at Noonan’s. 

Both in glasses – one to conceal her identity, one because why the hell not? – both moaning as they dig into the massive ice cream sundae on the table between them.

“I only had to cross an ocean to encounter this delicious cream,” Diana is telling her. “You had to cross – what did you call it?”

“The Phantom Zone,” Kara nods, closing her eyes as she leaves the spoon upside down in her mouth a little longer than necessary, oblivious to the way Diana stops eating to stare wide-eyed at Kara’s lips.

“Was it lonely? That Phantom Zone?”

Kara shrugs as she opens her eyes, and Diana wonders at the kind of blue.

“I don’t remember it. Being stuck there. Except sometimes in dreams. Alex would wake me up screaming when we were kids. My planet would be burning and I’d be stuck in what felt like an abyss, in my pod, and I couldn’t…”

Diana reaches a hand out for Kara’s, and their eyes lock hard.

“It must have been beautiful. Krypton.”

Kara’s smile returns even as tears prick her eyes. “My father used to take me to the edges of Argo City to watch our sun rise – it was red, not yellow like this one – and so much of our cities were just… awash in silver, in our technology, and it could have been sterile, I guess.”

She adjusts her glasses and swipes her spoon through a river of chocolate fudge and licks it off slow, thoughtful. Accidentally seductive, even as Diana’s heart bleeds along with her words.

“But it wasn’t. The way the rising sun would reflect off of all that metal… it was anything but cold. It was… Anyway. It’s gone, now.”

Diana shakes her head slowly. “Not in your heart, Kara Zor-el. Nothing can ever truly be gone. Not if you keep it alive inside you.”

Kara sighs and creates the ultimate sundae spoonful: wet walnuts, fudge,ice cream, a piece of banana, sprinkles, whipped cream. She offers it out to Diana, who accepts, and her eyes fly wide as she moans so loudly, so joyously, that Alex – now joined by her girlfriend – isn’t the only one in Noonan’s turning to stare. Kara giggles.

“The first time I tried it, I got so excited I started flying without even trying to. Alex tried to hold me down but wound up just coming along for the ride.”

Diana laughs, and it’s light and it’s happy and it’s so damn full. 

“Your sister’s a brave warrior, it seems. Angry. Frightening, perhaps. But loyal. And that police woman seems to make her smile more easily.”

Kara nods and they both glance over at Alex and Maggie, who catch their eyes and wave. 

“She’s the only reason I ever felt at home on this planet. Alex. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

Diana thinks of Steve, of gas and of planes. She thinks of her aunt, of generals and of last breaths.

Kara doesn’t have J’onn’s telepathy, but she knows anyway. She knows that look.

She sees it in the mirror far too often.

Nearly every time she looks.

“My aunt died, too. Was killed. She survived – she survived, I got her back, a piece of my home, and then she – “ Kara shudders, and tries not to think of Alex. 

Alex, protecting her space father.

Alex, loyal to a fault.

Alex, her sister, her world, who somehow became a hardened soldier without her noticing.

“She died. In battle. A renowned General.” Kara smiles softly, and it’s Diana, this time, who tries her hand at creating the perfect spoonful of sundae and offers it to Kara.

“I thought the world would never be able to go on when I lost my general. My mother’s sister. It felt like… you know what it felt like, Kara Zor-el.”

Kara nods, and remembers holding Astra, dying. Remembers holding Alex, weeping. Remembers holding her hand out for J’onn, breathing, breathing. Breathing.

“I have a projection of my mother. Maybe we could try to make one of your aunt. At the DEO. It… it’s not the same, and sometimes… sometimes I don’t know if she left me with the burden of caring for Earth or the burden of righting the wrongs I didn’t even know she’d done, but it… it’s comforting, anyway. Being able to see her. Talk to her. Even if it’s not really her.”

Diana’s eyes sparkle at this girl’s generosity. The way this woman bears the weight of multiple planets on shoulders that somehow still manage to look carefree. 

This warrior who doesn’t at all think herself a warrior.

But perhaps that’s what makes her such a powerful one.

“How have you done it, Kara? Seen all you’ve seen, and still… Ares told me that this world doesn’t deserve me, that I should rule it, enslave it, rather than… they kill and they torture and they… how have you done it?”

Kara pokes at their slowly disappearing, slowly melting sundae with her spoon.

“Ice cream helps,” she smiles softly, and Diana looks at her like she’s the sun. Because maybe she is.

“Love,” she amends more seriously. “If I let go of it, I… Alex does terrible things. The person I love most in the world. She hurts people, and she thinks… she thinks it’s alright, because it’s always in defense of someone she loves. She doesn’t think about the people who love the person she’s beating. Or, she does, but… after. Maggie’s helping her with it. J’onn too. And I’m trying. Sometimes I feel like it’s my fault, like I turned her into someone this ruthless, but I… I guess what I’m saying is… I love her. I love her more than my own life. All of her. And she helps me understand. Humans. This planet. The things people do out of fear. Out of love. Out of terror of losing love. The people you’ve found, Diana. They have to be your anchor. Otherwise it… otherwise it consumes you. The things Ares said to you. And you can’t let it. You’re too good.”

“As are you, Kara. As are you.”

Kara licks her lips and lets her eyes lock hard into Diana’s. 

“You know what also helps?”

Diana shakes her head, her eyes starting to sparkle, her lips starting to quirk up into an excited smile.

“Pool,” Kara grins.

“We have pools on Themyscira! Mystical pools, with water that – what?” she trails off, smiling in slight confusion, because Kara is laughing and touching her hand and god, she can feel the undercurrent of Kara’s power even in her gentle, affectionate gesture, and it makes her gulp.

“No, I mean a game. Come on. Alex and Maggie will show you.”

Kara is up and offering her hand, and Diana is taking it but her eyes are wide and her lips are playful.

“Can we get more ice cream there?” she asks, and Kara beams.

“Great thing about this city? We can get ice cream almost anywhere.”

You asked for it, @cassiebones @avidreaderffn @mrriggerworld @tiffanytheweirdo @misadventurous-meridian @supertworld 

Ocean Soldier (Part 1 out of ?)

(A/N): I literally have no excuse for this other than I love mermaid Bucky so

Summary: (Y/N) happens to come across a rather friendly mermaid

Warnings: none?

Originally posted by little-messs

   The sun was just barely rising, the beach was quiet, no birds about squawking, no children running around carrying greasy hot dogs, no music of beach goers, just you, the sunset, and the ocean. With a pleasant sigh you settled down onto one of the docks surrounding the ocean. 

   You pick up a pencil and begin to gently sketch the purple and pink hues of the sky, your pencil gingerly shading along the half orb you had drawn for the sun. You bite your lip in concentration, looking from your paper up to the sky and back down to your paper again. Every so often you’d switch colors, truly wanting to capture the beauty of the sun and sky- 

   A gentle slap of the ocean is what grabs your attention. Sure, waves had been rolling in all day, sloping against the wooden posts if the docks, or against boats or sea cliffs but this one sounded different- sharper perhaps? It was much more clear and concise, more like a smack than anything else. The kind of sounds you got when a fish was squirming to get back in the water. You perk your head up and look around but alas there was nothing to see other than the vast expanse of salty water. That’s when you hear it again- that distinct smacking sound only now it was louder, and perhaps a bit faster than the last smack. It sounded panicked or frenzied if you thought about it.

    You rise from your spot on the dock, looking around the docks and seashore to see where if perhaps there was any animal who had gotten stuck in some Plastic or perhaps just needed some help getting back to sea. Your eyes search along the shore, between the boats, even against the cliffs before circling back around. Your eyes don’t particularly catch on anything but your ears certainly do, the smacking sound comes again and again and again, each slap more panicked than the last and it was loud, much too loud to be far away and that’s when you realized the boats closest to you were so large that you couldn’t see behind them or over them and perhaps whatever creature was stuck was hidden behind one of those.

    You run to the base of the dock and to where the boats attach to the wooden planks and your eyes begin to search, scanning up and down the rows until you spotted something. And that’s when you see it, a gleam of silver in the purple sun, the scales of some fish as it struggles in a fallen net. Shit, you think to yourself as you run towards that particular dock, already dropping to your knees to help wrangle the poor creature free but what you see is most definitely not what you were expecting. Rather than some fish staring back at you with beady eyes you were faced with a man with rather large, beautiful shining blue orbs. 

   You stare at the mans face for what feels like forever before you snap out if your reverie, blinking lazily to clear your thoughts.

    “Oh my god,” you whisper as you suddenly come to terms with the fact that a man had gotten himself tangled in this net. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The man doesn’t respond, he simply stares back at you with these giant almost pleading puppy dog- esque eyes.  "What happened? How did you fall in?“ You try some more questions but yet again the man doesn’t answer. He doesn’t respond with any words but some strange vibrations rattles the air and it takes you a minute to realize that this man is the one making the noise, a sad, almost depressed little whimper in his throat. "Okay,” you whisper as you lift up chunks of the net attempting to figure out how he was tangled. “Lets get you out of this,” You lift up the net as you pull it towards you but it gets caught on something, something almost triangular but almost soft when you tugged hard enough. 

   The man whimpers, reaching up Through the net to grab at your hands, silently begging you to stop. You comply, immediately stopping the pulling. But rather than focusing on getting the poor Man free your eyes are suddenly glued to something else, his hands. They would have looked like any other ordinary pair of hands if it weren’t for the fact that they were webbed and smooth, giving them a glossy like appearance. His nails came to sharp little points, like tiny little daggers attached to his flesh. You stare at his hands, half tempted to even touch them but suddenly the man starts up with his cries again, that low, depressed throaty noise that had your heart aching.

    “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, attempting to get back to work. You twist and pull at the net at all sorts of different angles, trying to free the man but each attempt only brought you more whimpers and more squirming. 

   “Shit,” You whisper as you stop struggling against the net, slumping down onto the dock in defeat. The man looks at you with concerned eyes, his sad noises starting back up again. “I- I don’t know how to help,” You mutter weakly, your tone nearly exhausted at this point. The man whimpers some more, his clawed hands reaching to attempt to tear the net away from his body. “Wait- stop,” You sigh as you reach down to grab his hands, trying to stop him from causing any more damage. “You’re gonna cut yourself-” The man becomes more panicked in his movements as you grip his wrist only now he was attempting to yank his grip from your yours rather than the nets. “I’m not gonna hurt you!” You attempt to calm him but it was no use, he was struggling and he was struggling hard. With one hard tug your knees slip on the dock, pulling you close to the waters edge. In fact, you’re just about to let go when the man gives one final tug, pulling you into the water with him. 

   Immediately water fills your lungs and you’re damn sure you scrape your feet along something sharp because the pain shooting into your legs most definitely isn’t normal. You bob back up to the surface, gasping for water as you hack up whatever you had swallowed all the while trying to wipe the water from your eyes. You cough a little as some water bubbles into your throat and out of your mouth, spraying back into the salty abyss. The man goes rigid, staring at you in pure fear and shock, his blue eyes widening in surprise.

   “What the hell?” You deadpan, glaring at him with an angry gaze. “You could have killed me!” The man recoils just a tiny bit, those small whimpers bubbling in his throat again. You sigh as you paddle the water about you gently, keeping you afloat long enough to converse with this mysterious man. “I’m sorry- I get you’re probably stressed being caught in here but I’m just trying to help,” You give him what you hope looks like a sympathetic smile. “Can I try to help with the net?” You ask, gesturing to the offending material. The man looks at you and back to the net and back to you again, biting his lip in thought. 

   You can’t help but notice the way his teeth came to a perfect little point, just like his nails, like tiny daggers buried into his body. Sharp nails, sharp teeth, he wasn’t speaking to you, what the hell was wrong with this guy? But before your anger could bubble again the man nods, squirming just a bit within the water. You give him a grateful little smile as you paddle towards him, stopping just shy of his torso. The closer you got the more you realized just how beautiful this man was, with baby blues and stunningly dark hair, not to mention a strikingly strong jaw line and amazing cheek bones. Even with his strange hands and teeth you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit attracted to him. 

   “You’re not gonna try to drown me are ya?” You ask only half jokingly, the other half completely meaning the question. The man looks at you with those damn puppy eyes, shaking his head softly. He almost looked offended by the question if you thought about it but you didn’t have time to gawk at his face, you had to help free him from the net. With a determined albeit hesitant smile you reach out to gingerly work the net away from his chest, trying so desperately not to brush your fingers over his milky skin. 

   You gulp as you reach up, slowly but surely freeing his head from the net. It’s then, with your fingers grazing along his neck that you notice something, three small cuts along either side of his neck, pulsating as you moved your fingers along. You can’t help but stare at them, perhaps out of morbid curiosity, your eyes glued to the pink flesh of each cut. If you truly thought about it they actually looked like gills of some sort, just like the ones of fishes your father had brought home all those years ago. The man squirms, making some noise in the back of his throat under your intense gaze. You snap out of your trance again, electing to ignore the strange cuts until you freed the man from the net. 

   “Almost done,” You whisper as you let the top part of the net fall in front of him, all you had to do now was free his legs and- The man reaches down with his own hands- webbed might you add- and rips the remaining net to shreds, nearly ripping it from his legs like some animal. There’s another smack of water and suddenly the man disappears, completely gone after the water calms. You look around, twisting your body to get a good look around but alas you found nothing, not even a trace of the net he’d been confined in. Sure, you thought this was rather strange but you dismissed it as the chill of the freezing water began to set in. You give one last look to the ocean before climbing back onto the dock, shivering within your skin as you meander back to your art supplies. 

   Your clothes had been soiled by the water and you were freezing, the sun was far too high in the sky to sketch now and thus your morning had been slightly ruined. With an unhappy little sigh you bend down and pick up your supplies and shoes before making your way back towards land, shuffling as water pooled from your shorts. 

   You wince as pain spreads throughout your feet and something wet slops below you. You look down, grimacing when you noticed the thick red liquid oozing from the bottom of your feet. Guess you really had cut yourself on something. You mentally curse yourself as you limp towards land, most definitely not looking forward to going home and having to clean your wounds up. Grumbling angrily to yourself you waddle onto the sand, nearly yelling in pain as the sand seeps into your blood. God, is this what you got for saving someone’s life? Next time, you begged the universe to remind you to never help someone out again. You stomp as best as you could to your car, an angry cloud of hate brewing over your head. In fact you were in such a bad mood that you failed to realize a certain man staring at you from a few miles in the sea. 

    The next day you tried the shore again, this time picking a different dock to sit on and sketch from. This time you picked on closer to shore, just to be on the safer side and once you had gotten comfy you began to sketch, hoping to complete your picture today but when you had only been drawing for five minutes you were suddenly interrupted. That telltale smacking sound resounded around you and all of a sudden an almost familiar head of black hair bobs above the water, only the man’s eyes and nose visible. 

   “Have you come to drag me into the water again?” You ask, a hint of smugness to your tone as you look back down to your drawing, completely dismissing the man. The man shakes his head, a look of remorse crossing his only visible features. “Are you ever going to talk to me?” You ask, suddenly setting down you art to look at him. “I saved you, you nearly killed me, and I don’t even know your name,” The man looks up to you then to your pencil and sketch pad. You follow his gaze, your own landing upon the pencil and paper. “Do you want to write it down?” You ask, the man nods and suddenly he bobs from the water, resting his elbows upon the dock as you hand him a piece of paper and the pencil. He quickly jots down a few words before handing the paper back to you. 

   James Buchanan Barnes

   You smile at his choppy hand writing, it was cute if you really looked at it. “James?” You question, looking  at his name again. The man reaches for the pencil and the paper, quickly jotting down a few more words before handing them back to you. 

   I like Bucky better 

   You smile even more, nodding. “Bucky it is then. So uh Bucky-” You test the name on your tongue, allowing the taste of it to settle in. You liked it. “Any reason you’re using up all my paper?” You joke but the look of regret that crosses Bucky’s features has your chuckling coming to a stop. “I’m sorry, I uh- I didn’t mean to offend you or…” You trail off as Bucky grabs the pencil and paper again, proceeding to write out another message. 

   I’m sorry, I can stop using your paper if you’d like me to

  “No, no!” You quickly say, “I was just giving you shit, I really don’t mind,” Bucky looks at you for a moment before looking back at the pencil in his hand. 

    You really don’t?

   “I promise,” You smile at him, hoping the small gesture reassured him. Bucky smiles, a small quirk of his lip is all, but it was a start. “So…you really like the water huh?” You ask, chuckling awkwardly at your own question. Bucky apparently doesn’t seem to notice as he nods, looking down to the water almost fondly. “Even after the whole…” You wave your hand, coughing a bit as you allude to the incident the previous morning. “The whole net thing?” Bucky’s brow creases as he reaches for the paper, quickly jotting something down before handing it back to you. 

   I’m sorry I dragged you in, I was just scared is all

   You smile once more, his words alighting something within your heart. “It’s okay, nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bucky nods, his eyes wandering about the scenery almost lazily when suddenly his eyes land on your bandaged feet. You’d gotten home, cleaned the deep cuts out and went in to get stitches and now here you were again, sitting in the same place that gave you the cuts. Bucky pouts as he reaches out with a webbed finger, gingerly running his nail along the white bandage. 

   “Be careful,” You warn softly, not wishing to startle him. “It’s uh- it’s pretty sore,” Bucky pouts as he reaches out for the paper and pencil again, quickly jotting something down before shoving it towards you. 

   What happened?

   You bite your lip, contemplating whether or not you should tell him what exactly you had done. “Um, I just cut them up a bit, it was a complete accident,” You add, hoping he didn’t suspect you had cut your feet when you fell in. Bucky nods, reaching out again to run his clawed fingers along the bandage. 

   “Buck?” You ask hesitantly, biting your lip as you stare at his hands, his very strange, not at all human like hands. The man hums, a low purring like sound issuing from the back of his throat. “Can I uh- Can I ask a question?” Bucky nods as he pulls away a bit, resting his folded arm on the dock to keep part of his body up out of the water. "What’s with the hands?“ You gesture to his, specifically to the webbing. Bucky looks at his hands, a sudden blush rising to his pale skin. He quickly hides his hands under his arms, hiding his face in the flesh part of his elbow. 

    "I’m sorry,” to attempt to backtrack, already feeling horrible. “I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed, they’re just different from mine, see?” You hold a hand up, showcasing your short, trimmed nails and most definitely not webbed fingers. Bucky poked his head up a bit, looking at you with uncertain eyes. His piercing gaze then falls to your hand, the blue orbs scrutinizing each finger as he stares. He cocks his head to the side as he studies it, almost with a childlike curiosity.

    He gently shifts his arms, hesitantly pulling his hand out from hiding an slowly but surely raising it to yours. It even felt different, it was slimy, practically clammy against your own but it wasn’t unpleasant. He studies the two hands together, pushing his fingers against yours only to pull them back again, he looks at his webbing and then yours, studying his webbed hands almost distastefully. He then moves onto the nails, studying your small stubby ones and then his long, jagged ones. He hums softly, cocking his head to the other side as he places his fingers between yours, watching the way they only went so far due to his webbing. He was studying you like he’d never seen another human being before and at this point you were starting to think he hadn’t…

Bad Match - Pt.1/?

Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 2605

Warnings: angst, self-loathing feelings, bad date, Bucky is kind of a jerk, swearing.

A/N: I’m not exactly happy with it, but I just couldn’t stare at the screen anymore. Thank you @imhereforbvcky  for your kind offer to help, giving me some of your time and teaching me so much about writing with just a few notes. You’re amazing.  

English is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Sorry!

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“Are you sure is not too soon for both of us?” you apprehensively asked your best friend through the phone. “I mean, I broke up with Jeff just, what… three months ago and he, on the other hand, well, he’s Bucky Barnes…I really wouldn’t like to become an additional problem for him, since he already has his fair share of issues” you tried to debate with your fellow SHIELD agent.

“Three months are already too long Y/N, it’s past time for you to move on, and when it comes to Bucky, he’s a really sweet guy once you get to know him, you’re gonna love the man, and he’s gonna love you too, trust me,” the strong-minded woman argued on the other side of the line.

“Ok…” you sighed with resignation, knowing there’s no win with Sharon Carter once she’d put something on her mind “I guess you have a point, I’ll be there”.


Lying on their shared bed, arms crossed behind his head, Steve observed his girlfriend sitting by the desk talking to you on the phone. When she hung up with a satisfied smile he knew she’d got what she wanted.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” the Avenger told her with furrowed eyebrows while she was making herself comfortable again beside him laying one arm over his chest.

“Of course I do, they are great for each other.” She responded with the smug confidence that Steve so well knew and loved about her.

“I just don’t think Bucky is ready Shar, and wasn’t it Y/N that recently got out of a terrible relationship?” He tried to ponder with her.  

“Steve, honey, I know you worry a lot about Bucky, and you have your reasons, I get it. Yet, he’s been among us for over a year now. He’s doing so great working with the Avengers. I understand he’s still have some social skills matters to work on, but he’s been doing progress with therapy.” She tried to prove her point.

Steve looked down at his girlfriend “What about the Natasha situation?”

“That’s another reason. That ain’t gonna happen, not now, not never, she’s a different person than she was before and is head over heels for another man. Bucky has got to let go of this obsession with their past.” The blonde woman snorted her disapproval and continued. “He hasn’t been to a proper date yet, don’t you think there’s something missing? He needs someone good in his life, not just those meaningless shallow one-night stands he’s been going on.”

Steve opened his mouth to respond, but Sharon kept talking, circling her hand on his chest in a reassuring way “And as for Y/N, yes, she’s been in a horrible relationship, but she’s managed to put an end on it and deserves a second chance too. They are a good match, I have a feeling.”

“I still don’t know baby, are you really sticking with this?” The soldier insisted.

“Steve… sometimes even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to plant yourself…”  

The Captain interrupted her, rolling his eyes “Ok ok ok, you don’t have to use the “you move” speech.” Giving her the giggles, he chuckled and put a kiss on the top of her head “I just hope you’re right on this one.”

“I am.” She concluded nuzzling into her boyfriend chest.


“Here it is, Miss,” you smiled at the waiter when he placed your second drink of the night on the table. You took another glance at the clock on the restaurant wall, 30 minutes…

You couldn’t believe that you were going to be stood up on your first date after your break up with Jeff. So much for being open to new possibilities.  At first you were reluctant to go along with Sharon’s idea, but then you started to think that she could be right. You had to move on from you self-pitying state and the sooner the better.

Flashbacks of the crappy last two years started playing in your mind. You had met Jeff at one of the CIA`s divisions in Europe, when you and Sharon started working there after the fall of SHIELD.  You didn’t know then, but he was the man that would break you into a million tiny self-hating pieces. Without once laying a finger on you he had the power to, with a word or just a look, make you feel unworthy, tiny, unlovable. There was always something that wasn’t good enough for him: your clothes weren’t that fashionable, your looks could be better, your hair should be longer and there was always someone than  you in any given aspect. That was your daily life with the man you started to believe you were lucky to have as partner and that loved you in spite of all of those flaws.

You only realized you were getting stuck in a vicious cycle of self-loathing when your friends, specially Sharon, practically punched some sense into you.

The break up didn’t happen on good terms, so you were glad in accepting SHIELD’s insistent offer to assume your position back after they were reactivated and rejoined forces with the Avengers. You moved countries and focused exclusively on work.

Your fall to an abyss of sad memories was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat next to you. When you looked up, you weren’t expecting to see an ocean of blue eyes staring down at you with a questioning look.

“Oh h-hi, sorry I didn’t see you here” You stood up and, God knows why, leaned to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, only to be stopped with a preventative handshake. Blame it on your European times.

“Hi you must be Y/N, my name is Bucky.” He introduced himself and the soft rusky tone of his voice was the most alluring you had ever heard.

Like in a trance you practically moaned, “I know everything about you Bucky.” Listening to your own words and checking the startled expression on his face as he let go of your hand, you tried to correct yourself. “I-I mean, n-not everything, course not, you’re Bucky Barnes, Steve and Sharon’s friend, t-that’s what I know.” He raised one eyebrow and took his seat in front of yours.

What was the matter with you? You had met the guy for five seconds and suddenly became a stuttering mess? You took in his appearance and concluded that, even though you had seen pictures of him before (most of them with his Winter Soldier mask, since the media still craved for his troublesome past) you certainly weren’t ready for the real deal. He was absolutely gorgeous.

But that fact and the outrageously sexy low bun that was holding his brow locks didn’t stop you from realizing he hadn’t apologized for being 40 minutes late.

“How was the traffic, too crazy?” You questioned to give him the opportunity to redeem himself.

“No, not really” he responded nonchalantly, taking a look around the Indian place you had chosen. “Have you ordered anything yet?”

“Oh, I haven’t, I was waiting for you.”

“I hate Indian food, but go ahead, make your order.” He turned to the waiter already standing next to him and asked for a drink.

“Oh… I’m sorry, this is my favorite place, that’s is why I picked it, I didn’t know… we can go… somewhere else…” You were so flustered that you could feel your whole body burning, starting in your cheeks that probably were showing a deep shade of pink now.

“No, no, don’t worry Doll, I’m a drink kind of guy anyway… So tell me, how long have you been friends with Sharon?”

The use of the nickname and the whole embarrassing events so far got you rambling non-stop. You never ordered your food and kept talking about your childhood, your job, Donald Trump, the lack of male nudity on Game of Thrones… Every single thought that came across your mind was spilled at an impassive Bucky.

When your mouth went dry of talking and not a word had come out of Bucky’s plump lips you excused yourself to the toilet, taking your purse with you.

Inside the small room, you took a deep breath and, while staring at the mirror to retouch your lipstick, you wondered when everything had started to go to shit. Maybe you weren’t ready after all…

Walking back towards the table, you decided to give it another try, start over and maybe have a pleasant rest of night with your date. You glimpsed Bucky by his back talking on his cellphone and the sound of your name made you stop close enough to overhear the conversation.

“What can I tell you Steve? Jesus, she won’t stop talking… And I don’t understand half of the things she’s saying. I can’t see why you and Sharon insisted on this dating thing… Besides, you were wrong… Not for a minute I was able to get Natasha out of my head… Y/N’s got nothing on her, she is not slightly as amazing as Nat…”

You felt your stomach drop to the floor and your heart sank. Bucky kept talking, but there was a buzz in your ears, loud enough to drown out every other sound around you. The restaurant and everything else transformed into a very familiar scenario. It was like Jeff was by your side all over again and his unwanted voice in your mind was reminding you of how distasteful, insignificant and unlovable you were. Your hands started shaking and tears were forming in your eyes, that was the signal you needed to turn around and leave as fast as you could. No goodbyes. You never wanted to see Bucky Barnes in your life again.


When you got to your bedroom after the longest cab ride in your life, your attention was caught by the pathetic form in front of the mirror on your wall. You knew that the woman he was comparing you with was THE Natasha Romanoff, the sexiest spy alive whose seductiveness haunted you poor hard worker mortals who were trying to make a living in the secret agent’s business. How could he even make the comparison when clearly there was none. You were average, tops. Flat where you should be curvy and curvy where you should be flat.

Someone could think that you’d be able to beat you lousy sex-appeal by a dashing interesting personality, but this someone would be wrong. If you had doubts about it, the last few moments with Bucky had dismissed them all, he was pretty clear about how unpleasant your company had been… Not slightly as amazing…

Knowing that you were going down a road too familiar for your taste, you attempted to dismiss all those self-hatred thoughts off of your mind by trying to get some sleep, hoping to dream a sweet dream that would make you forget all about that night. So you took off the dress you’d bought for the occasion and left it on the floor, found some energy in you to remove the full face makeup and brushed your teeth before diving into your bed, putting on some pjs was too much to ask of you at that moment.  


Your alarm rang and it felt like it had been 5 minutes since you finally conquered slumber. You groaned at the sound and the prospect of getting up to face the day ahead. Your half-asleep mind immediately drifted to the night before. Something you were so desperately trying to keep dormant inside you had awakened. The wounds on your self-esteem were too fresh and those words had hit them like a punch.

Despite the desire to keep drowned in your fort of blankets,  you couldn’t skip work. You had a meeting with The Man himself, Nick Fury. You had no idea what it would be about, you were warned by his secretary the day before.

You shook away your thoughts about the date with Bucky and got off the bed.  You had much more important things to worry about and focus on. At least you wouldn’t have to see him again, as the SHIELD’S operating base wasn’t located at the Avengers’ Tower.

Not much time passed before you were ready to go to work, after all it wasn’t that hard to choose an outfit from a wardrobe of grey suits. On your commute to SHIELD’s headquarters you remembered to take a look on your phone. 5 missed calls from Sharon. …he’s a really sweet guy once you get to know him, you’re gonna love the man … You mimic her voice in your head and memorized an entire speech of curses to deliver to the blonde for when you meet her again.

Once inside the building you already felt a little better. Work was your whole life, especially now, you loved what you did and felt appreciated and wanted there. You went straight to the big boss’s office, feeling nervous about whatever the infamous Nicky Fury wanted to talk to you.

“Hi Y/N, how are you today?” Maria Hill greeted you, putting an arm around your shoulder, guiding you to the adjacent room of the large office.

“Hi Maria, a little anxious for whatever this means, any clues?” she gave you a squeeze on your shoulder and smiled at you, but another voice responded:

“Miss Y/L/N, you’re here because I have a proposition for you.” It was the SHIELD’S director, using his well-known straightforward style.

“Tony Stark has contacted me and asked for the name, and I quote, of the most badass spy I could provide him.” Having an idea of where that conversation was heading, but not allowing yourself to fully believe it, you kept a dumbfounded stare at your boss in front of you, waiting for the outcome.

“So, Miss Y/L/N, how would you fancy a position on the Avengers’ team?” The weakness in your knees and the sweat leaking out of your pores must had been pretty evident, since Maria Hill placed her hand on the low of your back, in a support attempt.

“Oh my God sir, it’s such an honor…” your tremulous voice was interrupted by Fury, clearly in a hurry:  

“Good, you’re being transferred today to the Avengers compound, Maria will help you with paperwork and everything else that will be necessary for your relocation…”  He talked in a monotone, gathering some papers on the desk he was standing by, apparently oblivious by the rush of adrenaline that was swelling down your whole body. Suddenly  Maria’s support didn’t seem enough to prevent you from falling, so you gripped one hand on the desk chair in front of you, biting your lower lip so you wouldn’t let out the scream taking place in your mind. You had never thought something like that would happen, but now that it was a reality you felt like you had dreamed about it your whole life.

“You’ll go through evaluations and training for some time and then it will be decided if you really have what it takes to be an Avenger…” I’m going to be a fucking Avenger, bitch. You were trying to maintain some posture and conceal your excitement by listening carefully to the instructions that would change your life.

“Your main tutor for the starting process will give you the guidelines and other details, he’s most likely now waiting for you at the compound. You’ve already had the chance to meet Sgt. James Barnes, haven’t you?”

And just like that you went straight to the floor from cloud 9. FUCK.

End of part 1. 

Part 2 

So? Feedbacks? 

It happens. It happens every day. People grow apart. Friends walk hand in hand until they find that their parts no longer intertwine. Lovers kiss to notice that this kiss that once meant weak knees and beating hearts no longer tastes of sweet love but of bitter goodbye. You once poured your heart out to the boy who was your best friend but when you see him again, it’s like the silence swallows you whole and you can’t think of one word to say. So you stare and stare and try to figure out what happened to create this chasm, this black abyss that opened up between you. And most of the time it’s not an argument that tore you apart but life itself. It’s you and it’s them. You changed. You grew up. You made decisions. You moved on. Things that used to mean the world now mean nothing and people that used to make you feel like you could climb the highest mountain now make you feel like drowning at the bottom of the sea. And that’s okay. Because people come and people go and it happens for a reason. Some friendships aren’t meant to last a lifetime, some people can’t be kept, some relationships aren’t worth holding on to. So let go. If they don’t make you happy anymore, let them go.
—  changing and moving on

Summary: Dan had always thought he was the moon. Phil Lester was definitely the sun.

Word count: 3917

Warnings: A very brief mention of contemplating self-harm.

A/N: Though I’ve been writing fanfiction for like five years, this is my first phanfic, so I hope it’s not too bad. Also, special thanks to Gisele (@fringegaps) for encouraging me to write this, and then for helping me get the confidence to actually post it.

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psycho-dork  asked:

Hi for the drabble challenge could you do number 1 :)

OKAY. I know you asked for fluff. So the ending of fluffy. I promise you that much. It’s kind of long…. also there are mentions of a childhood crush on someone else…. enjoy

Mrs Kaspbrak always knew her little boy was sick. Her first sign was the drawing.

“Wow, sugar. This is so good.” She dried her hands before gingerly picking up the drawing. The lines were messy and the shapes unclear, but this was to be expected. Eddie was only four. She pointed at the figure on the left. “Who’s this?” She asked. “That’s a knight. Like from the stories.” He grinned at her. Her son was a very well read preschooler. “And that’s the one he’s rescuing.” He pointed to a figure who was holding hands with the so called knight. “Why’s the princess’s hair so short?” Mrs Kaspbrak had asked with a smile. She figured the crayon had broke. Eddie began to laugh. He laughed and laughed as if she’d just told the funniest joke. “Mommy that’s not a princess!”
“No? Then who is it!”
“That’s a handsome prince. And he and the knight kiss and live happily ever after.”
Eddie hasn’t understood that saying this would bring out the worst in his mother, but it did. She tore the picture and told him to go to his room. She called the doctor.
“You’re sick.” She had whispered running a hand through his hair. “We’re going to make you better.”
Eddie first realized he was sick when he was seven. Bill Denbrough had just ruffled his hair and promised to call him. Eddie suddenly felt sick to his stomach. As he watched Bill bike away, Eddie’s heart decided to go running, and his brain took a vacation.
What was happening to him?
Why were his palms all sweaty?
Surely it was some sort of plague.
Surely he was dying.
Surely this was not good…. but if it wasn’t good… then why did he like it?
Eventually the feelings for Bill stopped. That didn’t mean the feelings stopped. If anything they got stronger. As Richie shook his sopping wet mop of black hair, Eddie felt his mouth go dry. Droplets clung to his hair as Richie laughed and splashed at Bill. Eddie tried to convince himself that there was nothing wrong with noticing things. He noticed plenty of things. He noticed how strong Mike was, he noticed how adorable Ben’s giggle was, and he noticed that when Stan smiled, everyone smiled with him. He noticed that when Bill didn’t stutter for an entire sentence a look of pride would wash over his face. He just noticed Richie a lot. He noticed Richie’s freckles seemed to ripple across his face when he laughed. He noticed that Richie’s tongue would kind of poke through his slightly crooked teeth when he grinned. He looked to the left when he was joking to cover something up. When he was nervous he’d bite the inside of his cheek. When he was sad he’d pick at the hem of his shirt. Eddie knew that he was only thinking wishfully. Eddie knew that all the noticing was wrong. Eddie knew he was sick. “Hey, Eds. You coming?” Richie called. Eddie’s chest squirmed hotly.
“I’ll be there, in a sec.” He mumbled. Eddie popped a pill.
He was sick, but he would get better.
“Let’s play spin the bottle.” Bev suggested giggling tipsily. It was Eddie’s fifteenth birthday, and Beverly had decided that was old enough for him to be introduced to the world of alcohol. Eddie had begrudgingly accept one rum and coke but refused anything else. He had a light buzz but not much else, he didn’t really like it. Beverly on the other hand was working on her third (or was it fourth) drink, with the others not too far behind. They were sitting in the barrens and Beverly was holding an empty bottle in her hands. “That’d be weird….” Eddie said. His friends all turned to look at him. “I mean we’d only have a 1/6 chance.” He explained.
“We all know Ben would happily gamble with that fate.” Richie grinned. The losers all chuckled and Ben turned a faint shade of red. Beverly kissed his cheek which turned him a proper shade of pink. “It’ll be fun.” She said placing the bottle down. “Who wants to go first?” She asked.
“I-I-I’ll go.” Bill shrugged, giving the bottle a hard spin. It spun around twice before finally halting on Mike. Mike squeezed his eyes shut and puckered his lips. Bill did the same and gave him a quick peck before pulling away quickly.
Eddie stared in shock at his friends. Mike began to giggle and Bill followed suit. Were they sick now too? They didn’t seem sick. “I guess it’s my turn.” Mike spun he bottle and it landed on Ben. Mike sighed and quickly pressed his lips against Ben’s in a hard line. Ben chuckled. “That was weird.”
Yes. Yes it was weird. But no one was reacting as they should be. Ben spun the bottle and it landed on Beverly. The losers cheered. Beverly tenderly took Ben’s face in her hands and pressed a gentle kiss unto Ben. He looked as if he could pass out. Beverly spun and it landed on Eddie. Eddie felt a surge of relief when he realized he wouldn’t have to kiss anyone else. His heart hammered in his chest as Beverly leaned in. She pressed her lips to his and…. it was weird.
It was weird.
It was so weird.
She smelled too flowery.
Her lips were too soft and tasted too fruity.
It wasn’t just weird, it was…. unpleasant.
Eddie pulled away as soon as he deemed possible and wiped his mouth. Beverly pretended to be deeply wounded. “Sorry.” He shrugged embarrassed. Beverly locked eyes with him and quirked an eyebrow. What was wrong with him? Eddie felt himself flush.
“Ooh! New idea kiddies-” Richie suddenly shouted and the moment was forgotten.

Richie and Beverly were wonderful actors. Perhaps they were too good. Perhaps the longing look Richie was giving her was real. Perhaps the way Beverly’s breath hitched wasn’t simply for show. As Eddie watched the scene unfold from the audience he felt something new squirming in his chest. This wasn’t like the other being that grew inside him whenever Richie pinched Eddie’s cheeks. This one was angry, and it took all of Eddie’s willpower to not allow it to force Eddie onto the stage. The thing wanted to push Beverly away from Richie, to loudly proclaim something. He didn’t even know what.
Eddie reached for his inhaler, he triggered it once. The tightness in his chest didn’t loosen.
He was sick.
He was so sick.
He tried to tell himself that he was jealous of Richie. He tried to tell himself that he just didn’t want any of his friends to kiss. He knew those were lies.
He was sick.
He was so sick.
He was so so-
His thoughts went blank as Richie’s lips connected with Beverly’s. His chest burned and his throat stung.
“-Sick.” Eddie mumbled as an excuse rushing out of the auditorium.
Eddie was staring at his ceiling. He couldn’t fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes he would think of lepers and sickness. He hadn’t had nightmares like this in a while, but this one was different. When the leper caught up to him, because it always caught up to him. Instead of simply touching him and sending him into an abyss of pain, the leper began to tremble. The rotting skin peeled away to reveal a younger face. “Shh. Hey, Eds. Don’t be so shy. You know you want to.” It had whispered. Standing there was Richie Tozier. No, a horrible imitation of Richie Tozier. But still- Eddie hadn’t argued when the thing, The thing pretending to be his best friend, had kissed him. It had been like heaven, it had been perfect. Richie pulled him closer deepening the kiss, his tongue slid across the bottom of Eddie’s lips, asking for entry, and Eddie hadn’t argued…but suddenly the kiss was rough and the lips were ice cold. The skin felt bumpy and slimy when Eddie opened his eyes it was the leper once more. Laughing at him, mocking him. “You’re sick too, Eds.” The thing said, in Richie’s voice. “Sick just like me.”
Eddie couldn’t quite remember how they’d gotten to be alone. The sun was going down. Eddie’s mom was going to kill him, but Eddie turned to Richie. Richie was smiling as he rambled about something, and Eddie decided he didn’t care too much about his mom for now.
“Has something been wrong..lately?” Richie asked, his voice suddenly serious. “What?” Eddie heard his voice crack and he felt his cheeks heat up. Richie seemingly debated making a joke but decided to pass on the opportunity. He shrugged. “I don’t know… it just seems like you’ve been avoiding me lately.”
Eddie couldn’t deny it.
He had decided he was allergic to Richie.
It hadn’t helped much but he supposed he hadn’t given the treatment time.
Eddie shook his head. “I’ve just been…busy.” He breathed. Richie met his eyes and Eddie remembered why he’d been avoiding him.
Richie looked at him and a garden bloomed in his chest. Daisies sprung in his lungs, roses bloomed in his heart. Ivy grew over his ribs tickling his chest and giving everything a fluttery feeling. Eddie was afraid that if he dared to speak he would cough up cherry blossoms.
“Busy?” Richie asked with an eyebrow raised.
Eddie suddenly realized how close they were. He could feel Richie’s breath on his lips, he could count every freckle on Richie’s face. And Richie was “beautiful…” he breathed. Richie smirked.
“That’s exactly what I called your mom last night.”
Eddie was half relieved that Richie had broken the spell, and half utterly disappointed. He began to turn away. “Wait.” Richie grabbed his arm. Eddie felt his heart leap.
“I- um- I like hanging out with you.. um.. alone.” Richie’s usual bravado was suddenly gone.
“I like hanging out with you too.” Eddie smiled.
“I like you…. a lot.”
He couldn’t possibly mean…. no.
“You too, Rich.”
“No I mean like… I really like you. Like, I like you so much that my hands shake when I even think about holding your hand, I like you so much that-”
This was sick.
It was sick.
“I like you too, Richie.”
Eddie was so sick.
“Wait just let me explain!” Richie called.
“There’s nothing to explain.” Eddie said hastily collecting his books. He tried to ignore the tears blurring his vision.
This was irrational.
This was so stupid.
This was sick.
This was so sick.
“Go away,” Eddie said plainly. He picked up his bag and tried to run out.
“Stop running from me!” Richie grabbed Eddie by the waist and spun him around.
“What the fuck, man? Get off of me!”
“We have to talk about this!” Richie yelled.
“What’s there to talk about?!” Eddie’s face was steely cold but his voice was trembling with fear and sadness.
Richie had told Eddie that he liked him. Richie had said that he liked Eddie.
Richie had confessed to being sick.
Eddie had confessed to being sick right back.
Maybe Richie had been cured.
Maybe that was the explanation.
“You and Bev are an item. You’re happy together and I’m happy for you!”
That was a lie.
Everything he’d ever told himself was a lie.
“We’re not a thing Eddie!”
“Then what the fuck was that in there?!” Eddie asked pointing to the broom closet where he had walked in on Beverly and Richie. Her hands were in Richie’s hair, and his hands were on her waist, and suddenly the monster from the play was back in Eddie’s stomach.
“Practice!” Richie ran a hand through his hair.
Eddie scoffed in disbelief.
“Practice for what?!”
“For this!”
Suddenly Richie’s lips were on Eddie’s. This was nothing like the dreams. This was so much better, because it was real.
It was so real.
Richie’s hands were clammy.
His lips tasted like bubblegum cigarettes. Richie pulled away as quickly as he had moved forward and before Eddie knew what he was doing, he was following him forward. Eddie’s lips seeking Richie’s once more.
He could hear his mother’s voice.
“This is sick, young man.”
“Fags go to hell!”
“No son of mine will go to hell!”
“Why do you want to be a bad boy, Eddie? Why do you want to hurt mommy?”
Richie pulled away.
“Wow.” He mumbled.
Eddie stared at Richie’s awestruck face for a few long seconds.
I’m sick
Then Eddie broke into a grin, and began to giggle. Richie looked confused but soon began to giggle too. The two boys stood in an empty school hallway, foreheads touching, giggling like idiots.
I’m sick and it’s wonderful.

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Overall, Xiumin would do a good job of keeping his cool demeanor in tact during the gameshow. He’d glance at you occasionally, but other than that he would act like he had never really met you before. After the show was over, he’d pull you aside, his hands interlocking with yours. “Sorry I couldn’t show my feelings jagi, I don’t want them to discover us,” he’d murmur apologetically before kissing your cheek.


Chen would have a harder time with concealing his emotions when you two got partnered up. He’d frequently whisper in your ear about how beautiful you looked, and you’d have to fight back a smile as blush spread across your face. Afterwards, you’d scold him for making you so flustered on live TV, but he’d just shrug in response. “Couldn’t help it–you look so cute when you blush,” he’d tease, grinning when you only blushed more.


Though definitely excited, Baekhyun would hide his feelings to the best of his abilities, avoiding eye contact with you and saying few words. It was actually cute how shy he was acting, though it was obvious that he had feelings for you. Once the show was wrapped up, he’d wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer to him, an adorable, love-struck smile spreading across his face.


A pretty good actor himself, Chanyeol would play it cool, being polite but distant from you the whole time. He’d still slide in little smiles when the cameras weren’t on you, but he’d quickly snap back into character when it was your guys’ turn to take part in the game. He’d feel really bad about having to give you the silent treatment and would apologize afterwards. Much to his relief, you’d understand why he had to do it, and he’d hug you tightly before kissing you.


You’d have to keep reminding Lay that your relationship was private, and even then he would have a goofy grin on his face the whole time. It was obvious how excited he was to be partnered with you, and even the MC’s teased him for it. The shooting wrapped up and just like that he was all over you, kissing your cheeks and gripping your hands in his.


D.O is an actor, and he’d use some of his best acting skills while on the show with you.  He’d keep his tone level and he’d seem almost uninterested in the entire thing.  His act was so convincing you were starting to worry that he legitimately didn’t care about you. However, once the cameras were off D.O would pull you aside and kiss you so passionately you thought you’d melt. “I love you. Trust me. I love you,” he’d whisper before kissing your forehead.


Poor Suho would be beside himself the entire time, constantly trying to stop himself from smiling and scooting closer to you.  You’d smirk a little at how obvious he was being, and, when the cameras weren’t looking, would whisper in his ear to “relax”. Once the shoot finally ended, he’d turn to you, a huge grin on his face and pull you into his arms, ignoring some of the looks he got from the other idols.


Pokerfaces were not one of Kai’s strong suits, and he’d be ridiculously nervous when you two got paired together. Though you were managing to maintain your composure with no problems, he was staring into the abyss and barely paying attention—the only thing he could think about was how close you were to him. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the show would end and Kai would look at you, his eyes full of longing, and pull you in for a gentle kiss.


Surprisingly enough, Sehun would be very cool and collected about the entire thing.  It was you who was struggling the most with maintaining your composure, and Sehun would chuckle slightly when he noticed. When it was all over, he’d pull you aside and kiss you before making a teasing remark: “You just couldn’t handle being that close to me, hm?”


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AOMG Gang AU // Word Count; 1,897

AOMG x Reader - Angst // Part 2

a/n; this is part 1, idk how long this series will be but I had fun writing it! <3

“Mmm, what a delightful looking snack!” A deep voice sneered while circling your chair in the dim lit room.

“Hello!” You giggled not afraid of the current situation you were in. The male that was circling you stopped behind you and tugged at your hair, forcing you to look at him. The only thing that was visible was the smirk he held over his face, you giggled once more finding the whole situation entertaining.

“You won’t be laughing when we torture you.” The deep voice resonated through the room, causing you to shiver at how deep the voice of the male was and how close his lips were to your ear.

“Threats, empty threats!” You breathed out, your chest rose and fell as you took deep breaths. Your heart beat quickened and your smile only grew when he growled in your ear, letting go of your hair.

“Do you know who we are?” He questioned in anger that his threats didn’t frighten you. “AOMG a very well known gang, I’ve stolen from you before” You beamed while eyeing the blonde haired man who was now standing in front of you.

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Overdue Notice

pairing: Moana x Ariel (moariel)

words: 3k

summary: Moana really wants her book she has on call from the library, it’s been three weeks and it should have been returned by now, when she finally runs into the redhead on campus who’s checked it out it’s more of an experience than she bargained for to finally check it out

The lesbian Disney college AU no one asked for.


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Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1925

Request:  Can you do a really fluffy stiles imagine where him and his girlfriend have been together for a while and y/n tells him that she thinks their relationship has become comfortable but stiles mistakes this for thinking that she thinks their relationship is boring. So he does loads of cute and silly things to make their relationship fun and fresh like it used to be. I hope this makes sense and you like the idea 😋😋

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry that this took so long! Thanks to the best, @maddie110201 for proofreading this for me!

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anonymous asked:

So this is kind of a sad-turned-cute prompt but imagine Yaomomo getting stood up on a blind date and Todo to the rescue!

 Note: Thanks! Actually I had this in mind half a year ago but never wrote it. Happy reading! This one is longer than the others :p I also paid homage to the drama cd haha

In which Todoroki sees her again after a year

               Her friends made this sound a lot easier than it really was.

               Just two hours ago, Yaoyorozu was in her room with Ashido, Hagakure, and Jirou as clothes were being stuffed back into her drawers, and then taken out again. She stood like a mannequin for the three girls as bouts of laughter encompassed them. With jewellery dangling on her like a Christmas tree, she took notice of how much of a pig sty her room had become. Ashido, being the hopeless romantic, wanted to set her up with someone she met from middle school. Strong, tall, charming, responsible…was what Ashido described the mystery blind date as, and with no doubt, he was someone who valued someone else’s time.

               Then why is it that he still hasn’t shown up?

Yaoyorozu pondered quite considerably too, before agreeing to this, since she had someone whom she had high regards for but she was certain destiny has it that they weren’t meant to be. So why not give this ‘perfect’ guy a chance?

               “Are you still waiting for your friend?” The server came again to ask, professionally balancing 5 plates at once, and Yaoyorozu could count with her fingers the number of times she had checked up on her table for thus far. Exactly 4 times.

               “Yeah, he should be here soon,” Yaoyorozu gave a fake smile, so meek that even she couldn’t fool herself, “He is stuck in traffic, I think.” Her last words trailed off into a discreet utterance.

               “Alright then, call me when you’re ready to order,” the server gave her a quizzical look, suspicion written all over her expression, and walked away with a sway of her hips. Yaoyorozu rested her head on her palm, playing with the little packets of raw sugar on the side of the table with her other hand and sighed.


               “Okay so the newest superhero movie just came out, who’s down to go this weekend?!” Kirishima’s sharp, fang-like teeth glinted as he gave a large grin, “It’s gonna be the best movie of 2017, I swear!”

               “I’ll go,” Tokoyami laid his arm around Midoriya as Kaminari nodded in agreement, “And Midoriya, you better go too. Don’t tell me you’re hanging out with Uraraka again.”

               Midoriya mouth formed a thin line, “With our schedule, I haven’t been able to see her for two weeks Tokoyami-kun, so….”

               “No can do,” Tokoyami shook his head, his feathers ruffled as he did so, making them appear more dynamic than usual, “Todoroki, how about you?”

               The three guys turned to face Todoroki right when the gorgeous and curvy bartender delivered their beers. Kirishima cocked an eyebrow when something black caught his eye underneath Todoroki’s glass and he sloped his body forward to take a peak, and sure enough, it was the bartender’s scribbly handwriting forming her phone number and flirty words of sorts. Kirishima knew beforehand that the bartender had zero chance.

Looking back at Todoroki, he seemed very concentrated on something on the other side of the room, neglecting the gazes that he was receiving from his friends, and Kaminari smirked.

               “Todoroki, are you checking out some hot girl?” Kaminari stuck his head out and scanned the area shamelessly, and his brows began to furrow, “Which girl are you even looking at?”

               No response came and on the contrary, it seemed that Kaminari’s question cued Todoroki’s aimless gaze to fix on his drink. The bartender watched him solicitously as her number below his hand caught his attention, but he ignored it just as fast. The boy gulped down most of the beer, wiped his mouth with a quick motion and was prepared to leave his seat.

               “Ehh? Isn’t that Yaoyorozu?” Kirishima cried out in surprise, “Let’s go say hi! It’s been like a year since we saw her.”

               Kaminari’s face brightened up, “You were staring at Yaoyorozu? Man, Todoroki, you are so…”

               His stomach dropped when Todoroki’s death glare pierced him and he quickly shut his mouth.

              The red-haired boy was bursting with energy though and his chair wobbled as he pushed off his bar stool. However, Kirishima wasn’t reading the mood properly, both Tokoyami and Midoriya recognized, and Tokoyami’s outstretched arm halted him midway.

               Midoriya spoke without skipping a beat, “doesn’t it look like she’s waiting for someone? Impatiently too?”

               Tokoyami crossed his arms and closed his eyes, looking thoughtful, “It’s the abyss of love.”

               The others, with the exception of a nonchalant Todoroki, were taken aback by their friend’s unexpected, edgy comment. Good ol’ Tokoyami.

               “Looks like she got stood up though,” Kaminari swallowed, “It’d be embarrassing for her if we go over there now.”

               It’s the sophisticated yet mournful look on Yaoyorozu’s face that urged Todoroki to act. She’s mature enough to handle herself, he acknowledged that fact, but she didn’t deserve to be treated like this. Putting his unfinished glass down with a thud, he maneuvered past the other patrons and headed over to her, paying no heed to his friend’s remarks.


               The mix of footsteps was muffled to her by now and the music didn’t grow on her either. It won’t be long till her patience subsided completely. She was frustrated and disappointed, but most of all, she felt shamed. ‘Too naïve’, was what she always said to those around her, as if she had the right to criticize. But now it pertained to her. Oh, the irony.


               A whiff of spice overcame her senses and she poised, “You’re finally here!” Her voice broke in a happy tune.

The girl looked up and froze, meeting icy orbs plus white and red hair. She was stupid for not recognizing his familiar, bold voice.

Todoroki gestured in an attempt to ask if he was allowed to sit across from her and she nodded slightly. He should be glad for her to be meeting people, much less people of romantic interest, but as if thorns jabbed his chest, he wanted so bad to kick whoever this guy was all the way to Antarctica.

“Oh your friend is here!” The server couldn’t be more coincidental and eyed Todoroki up and down, a blush reaching her cheeks.  Yaoyorozu pressed her lips together.

“He’s actually not the…”

“Yeah, I’m late,” Todoroki cut in, flipping through the menu like a storm, “I’ll take the steak and she will have the same.”


“Oh and also two glasses of the 1990 Chateau Margaux.”

At that, both the server and Yaoyorozu’s eyes widened. The latter was sure the price for that particular wine was $450 per glass but was partly glad that he remembered her favourite choice of reds. After the server thanked them profusely and walked away, the two sat there in a silent discord. Both wanting to ask each other about their new lives, eyes meeting and fleeting away, yet hesitant to know of one another’s change.

She kicked his leg accidentally under their wooden table.

“Uh sorry,” she spoke first, igniting the conversation, “Todoroki, I’m just wondering…why are you here?”

“Why, am I not allowed to be here?”

This prompted her thoughts of the Ennichi Festival where a similar question was raised by him years ago.

“No, of course you are,” she peeked at him. Through candlelight, his jaw line appeared more defined and his hair was a little shorter than she recalled. Everything else about him was the same though; he was still making her heart race without even trying.

“So was someone supposed to be here?” he stared at her and her eyes darted away.

“Well,” she started to focus on the buttons on his sleeves, “Ashido’s acquaintance was supposed to be here.”  

“Like a date?” he asked, not intending to make her restless but the shiver of her hand proved the contrary.

“Like a date.” She managed to repeat, and her shoulders relaxed, “but he never showed up.”

“Maybe he came and saw you and walked away,” he added.

Todoroki’s desperate attempt at joking and making her laugh was abysmal. His statement was met with lamentable eyes and he knew that ruined the mood.

“I was kidding,” he quickly explained, scratching the back of his neck. Yaoyorozu looked hopeful for a second and giggled. Noticing the upward motion of his lips as well, a nostalgic feeling showered her. In the back of her mind, an unnerving question coerced her to speak and finally she gave in.

“Todoroki,” she spoke, anticipating, “so are you seeing anyone?”

“Yes,” he said and she felt a pang in her chest, but recovered when he continued, “I see Midoriya quite often.”

“Oh,” she was relieved, “I mean are you dating anyone.”

Todoroki thought for a while, “No. I don’t know how to attract the person that I like.”

Yaoyorozu gulped inaudibly. Within the past year, things have changed too much. They had grown up.

 “I think …girls are simple though. They like food, and flowers,” she responded with a gleeful tone.

“Mmm,” his voice trailed off, he turned around, looking as though he was searching for something, “how about steak and wine?”

“Yeah steak and wine works,” she bit her lip, crestfallen, “Whomever you like must be lucky.”

“No I think I’m luckier.”

She considered his every move after his last word, while toying with the piece of hair that framed her face. As the server came to place their food on the table, Todoroki stood up from his seat without warning. He didn’t stall to think about where to go and gave Yaoyorozu a quick glance.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, “You go ahead.” And she was left to wonder what he had in mind.

After a minute, Todoroki came back panting and when Yaoyorozu casted her eyes over to him from a half eaten piece of potato, she was ossified in her seat.

There he was, standing with one pink rose decorated with cellophane and chevron ribbons. He pushed it toward her, eyes commanding.

“Todoroki, what is—“

“Steak, wine and flowers,” he corrected himself, “I mean a flower. The florist across the street was closing so this is what was left.”

He cleared his throat, sensing his friends at the bar observing him, “I’ve wanted to do this since forever ago. But I was confused and I didn’t know what to do that was best and would impress you.”

The girl opened her mouth to speak, finally connecting the dots, but instead, she took a deep breath and accepted his flowers.

“You could impress me with just your presence, Todoroki.”

He was stunned by her answer and his expression softened. Within the warm glow of the candles, she erased the distracting silhouettes and sounds in her mind, tiptoed a bit, and kissed him.


The her in me without you

I passed myself

I saw her, sitting there
unmoved, like a statue

The Eastern Koel had come
bickering about a distant tree

Butcherbird and honeyeaters
had joined the bottlebrush branch

But she sat still, staring into
the Cyanic abyss, where
the genre of blues had gone to the sea,
the wind crawled on her skin
the softest breeze of Spring,
not a single flinch, poised
in a deep well, beyond Mariana’s trench

Willie Wagtail,
chirped in desolation,
somewhere between
her sight and mine.

How we looked at the same
direction yet was it at the same thing?

I walked past her again
I entered her, her mind muted

I guess, I don’t
even know who I was
when she was without you.

D C de Oliveira

You Give Love a Bad Name (NSFW)

Pairing: Darkiplier x Reader

Warning: Explicit sex. Also, Dark is a manipulative dickbag (but you already knew that).

Based on an open request by @midnight-music13: "Darkiplier x reader where the reader is so in love with him, they can’t see that he’s just using and manipulating them. He acts like he cares for her and loves her dearly, but it’s all a show, that they can’t see.“

The title is taken from the song by Bon Jovi. Aside from it being about a girl who’s leading the (male) singer on, it actually fits my version of Dark pretty damn well. Seriously, go listen to it. :)

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You try to dry your eyes. Dark has been gone for a long time this time; it’s not that you don’t trust him, but you’re so lonely right now that it actually hurts. You’re longing for the touch of his cool hand, the way he whispers in that guttural yet sonorous tone that lulls you into a sense of bliss. It’s a beautiful feeling when he’s there… but you never knew love could also hurt like this.

He’s like a drug, and you crave him with a desperation bordering on psychosis. And yet, it feels completely… right, somehow.

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And when you see those good things—and I promise you, there are so many good things—they’re going to be so much brighter for you than they are for other people, just like the abyss always seems deeper and bigger when you stare at it. If you stick it out, it’s all going to feel worth it in the end. Every moment you live, every darkness you face, they’ll all feel worth it when you’re staring light in the face.
—  Emily Henry, The Love That Split the World
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It’ll Get Better Kid

A/N I wrote this when I was sad, still am a little bit but that’s okay because it gave me great material

Summary: A day away from the stress and standards of life seemed impossible while contemplating life on a balcony you unexpectedly meet Jason Todd.

The dark evening sky loomed over Gotham City like it seemed to every night. Each day in this god forbidden city seemed to just pour over to the next, meshing them all together. Gently placing your head in your hands as your eyes scanned the city skyline on the balcony of your apartment. The cool breeze causing you to shiver under your pyjamas.

It had been about two weeks. Two weeks of feeling nothing, your head buzzing with the absence of any thoughts or feelings. You hadn’t noticed it really, your days being so busy. Work had piled up and all you’d cared about was the time, how much time you had to try and relax before work. Or how much time you had to get ready so you could be there precisely five minutes early.

This was it. This was the rest of your life, working for someone and being a slave to time. You’d always thought adulthood would be some great adventure. You’d finally have the freedom to do what you want and feel as though life was endless. Now, you couldn’t wait for the end, when you wouldn’t have to worry about how much time you had because it would all end anyways.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the creak of your front door opening. Gotham being the hub of crime, you wouldn’t be surprised if someone was breaking in. You tried to will yourself to move, to care that you may be harmed by an intruder. But you turned your attention back to the endless dark abyss that was the Gotham sky.

As you stared off into oblivion, you couldn’t see Jason Todd, carefully examining every inch of your apartment to make sure no one was home. The notorious red hood, Gotham’s latest crime lord was being chased by Bruce his father - or the Batman. Needing a place to lay low so he wouldn’t be spotted, a dark empty apartment seemed like his best bet.

Just as Jason was about to relax, he spotted your dark figure on the balcony. The pale moonlight illuminating the features of your focused eyes.

The balcony door slid open, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You could turn around, face your attacker, get away. But you thought that if you were going to see anything for the last time, it would be this dark night. You decided it didn’t seem so bad anymore.

“Someone’s breaking into your house and you don’t even turn around. You got big balls huh?” Jason smirked, walking cautiously up to the balcony beside you.

You shrugged, “well you don’t seem very scary so I guess I got lucky.”

Jason laughed, turning to face you as a smile danced over his lips. “Glad I come off approachable.”

He marvelled at you for a second, appreciating your bravery in a situation terrifying to most citizens. “So what’s a gorgeous human being like your self-doing out on a balcony this late at night?”

You raised a brow, finally turning to shoot him a questioning look. “You broke into my house and now you wanna know my life story huh?”

He shrugged, placing his chin on his hands, cocking his head to the side. “Got nothing betting to do.”

You tried to fight back a laugh, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Todd, Jason Todd.” He announced, shooting you a cheeky grin and sticking his hand out towards you.

You couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over you at Jason’s immaturity. Maybe it’s reminiscent of the days when you were carefree and charismatic like him, none the less you decided you’d liked Jason Todd.

“I don’t know why I came out here.” You decided to start, gently taking Jason’s hands giving it a limp shake and turning your attention back to the sky. “I’ve just been so numb and tonight I just exploded with all of these emotions I’ve been bottling up for so long. Each week I just convince myself ‘I just have to get through this week’ and it’s not working anymore. Recently it’s just been 'I just have to get through this life.’” You finished, your throat starting to burn from pushing your sobs back down deep within you.

“Well shit that was deep,” Jason concluded, joining your eyes as they scanned the stars. “I understand though, sometimes you just have to break the routine. Find something to focus on other than work and time.”

“Is that why you break into houses?” You asked, grinning widely at your own wit. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d smiled like this, let alone genuinely enjoy a conversation with someone. It was refreshing, just like Jason.

“Breaking into houses is the least of my crimes sweetheart.” He laughed, turning so his back was leaning against the balcony and he was facing you.

“Don’t seem like much of a criminal to me.” You concluded, folding your arms across your chest as the sudden chill hit your body.

Before you could say anything Jason had removed his leather jacket, placing it delicately on your shoulders with one swing. “You don’t seem like someone I’d see on their balcony contemplating their life.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could a shadow emerged on the roof of the building in front of yours. Without even seeing all of his features, you knew it was the infamous Batman, protector of Gotham. You turned to say something to Jason, but when you went to ask him if Batman was after him, he’d already climbed atop your balcony railing.

"It’ll get better kid, I’ll see you soon.” He said, flashing you one more grin before hopping off into the cool midnight air. You rushed off to see if he’d inevitably hit the hard pavement, but there was nobody in sight. You were once again alone with your thoughts.

You still could feel the buzzing numbness in the back of your brain, and the panic thinking of your long eight and a half hour shift the next day. But maybe it’ll get better,

after all the guy who broke into your house said so.