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#but yeah like sam especially gets so annoyed and thinks its like. a controlling older brother thing
angelsdean · 2 years
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i think dean is someone who really panics when he the people he cares about aren’t in his line of sight / presence. like watching people leave (not even in the dramatic sense, like. just leaving the house / where he can see them) freaks him out. he’s gotten used to masking it really well at this point so like. no one knows but it manifests in little controlling actions and anger which obvs is annoying to other people like dean NEEDS to know where sam is going when, when he expects to be back, he NEEDS cas to check in when he’s gone for longer than a few hours and it’s yes, deeply rooted in his abandonment issues but also. extremely rooted in his fear as a child that whenever john walked out the door might be the last....like he literally was a little kid waiting anxiously and scared shitless for his dad to come back from hunts, knowing that it was very very possible he might never come back. like kid dean has bobby and pastor jim’s numbers memorized and knows that if john’s not back / doesn’t check in after three weeks (long, long after the grocery money has run out) he’s supposed to call them. anyways. yeah...so dean seeing someone walk out the door. instantly flooded with anxiety and freeze response 
#which is partly why. 'i didn't stop you i just let you go' bc like. he was frozen he was angry he was panicking !!#thinking like. oh god he's leaving oh god what if i never see him again he's leaving for good he's not gonna call he's not gonna check in !!#but yeah so like. in general tho he's really really a control freak abt knowing where ppl are#when people don't check in he gets. SO mad and most of them don't get it bc of course dean WILL NOT explain it#he doesn't even really fully understand it himself bc obvs he's never sat down and analyzed the inner workings of his mind lol#but yeah like sam especially gets so annoyed and thinks its like. a controlling older brother thing#cas doesn't get it for a long long time bc he doesn't think anyone would ever worry abt him :(#but once they get together he always always checks in!#the one time he forgets bc he got caught up chit chatting with one of the vendors at the farmers market....is catastrophic#like dean's worried out of his mind blowing up cas's phone (which died bc he was taking so many videos of jack at the petting zoo)#dean would've come to the market but he wanted to work on restoring the barn#anyways so like. yeah he's freaking out jumping to the worst case scenarios thinks something terrible's happened to cas and jack#when they finally walk thru the door at like 6pm dean starts sobbing and wraps his arms around his family like. why why didnt u call?#he's both sad relieved and a lil pissed like. obvs logically he understand once cas explains but he's still like.#channeling some of that fear into anger bc it's a hardwired habit he's still struggling to break#so there's a bit of grumping and cold shoulders while he's making dinner but then once they all sit down together he's like. i love you#got carried away w these tags whooops#dean studies#vic.txt
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forgedraptor · 2 years
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hot take, but dsmp lore was much more interactive and had more potential when the ccs were allowed to just fuck around and mess with each other.
i think that because of how every cc are afraid of getting cancelled just cz they messed around with characters/or the present lore is the reason why dsmp lore is dying right now
its like every little thing they do, its always being scrutinized and controlled by fans/chat. its annoying because at this point, they cant do what they want and have fun cz they keep being judged by the viewers.
especially the lore fanatics- and i mean the ones that get angryand toxic over a building blowing up, or certain mobs getting killed in chaotic, non lore ways
like, dont you know that lore was created just cz some ccs just wanted to fuck around? and honestly, its the biggest reason on how other content creators could join in on fun lore: through messy, chaotic, random bullshit
like case and point: when people were bitching over michael the pig; yeah sapnap and george were messing around but did you know because of that so many other ccs got involved in that spontanious lore??
you had Sam, Hannah, Eret, Niki, and so much more who had joined in!
and look at Eret, they used the lore oportunity to further her characters lore! if gnf and sapnap havent messed around, then Eret wouldnt have taken michael to safety and had a big impact on them saving michael thing with Tubbo, Techno and Sam!
and it was literally just from gnf and sapnap messing around and having fun! and ccs were able to make lore out of it!
but then, people still got pissed at gnf and sapnap and even threatened to force them out of the dsmp; like they arent the founding fathers of the damn server?? the fuck??
im so annoyed cz yeah loreheads r cool and fun, and i was one of them before too; but if you get obsessive and some of you are projecting too much on the story and actually trying to control it, its getting really annoying and frustrating to even see things happen in the dsmp
why do you think ccs are so relunctant to do lore now? or even go on? yeah, maybe they have other plans but maybe cz in the past, the og(older) ccs just get blasted with scrutinization and keep getting judged and cancelled fr their actions whenever theyre on or just messing around
look at the dteam, they literally made the server and they cant even do anything in it cz everyone/chat is just being douchebags 24/7 when they on it (especially when they damage or kill certain mobs or buildings on the server, even though its literallt pixels and can be replaced/rebuilt)
and another thing was the blatant pick and choose attitude of some lore people do, like that one time people called Ponks lore 'fake/not canon lore' when they literally stated it was legit.
or how many times other creators have been very into lore and did their own thing bt people deemed it 'not good enough' for the story just cz its less professional than other ccs or that its more random
and i cant state enough how Bads egg lore was one of the best, most creepiest lore that helped a lot of ccs join in and mess around, and instead on twitter people shat on it saying it wasnt 'canon' or wasnt 'good enough' cz it felt rushed (it wasnt rushed, some of you just didint give Bad and his friends lore a chance or even tried to understand it) and now Bad doesnt even really feel like finishing it now
and another thing is how some of these ccs who have been morally grey in their characters and have done things in lore that some people dont like, suddenly they get harrased in twitter and in their irl lives, people are acting as if their character is them but newsflash, they are literally acting!
like when the ccs Quackity and Schlatt, Eret, Dream and Sam as well in their own lore. do you know just how many people went to their dms to harrass them and send hate and negativity over something their character did in minecraft?
not in game; but in their in real life interactions on twitter and social media were blasted with harrasment and hate over a fictional character that they made up. over a roleplay.
they are literally just actors in the dsmp, it is not them. and yet some of you have not seen the line that seperates fake to reality and have deemed them as bad as their characters??? what kind of bullshit is that.
some of the experiences they had were horrible, messages like doxxing, hate and kys were literally sent to them just because of a block game. what the fuck. like how can some of you not differentiate the content creators over their characters?
and some of you are also forcing this idea of 'the lore should be better made or fixed' when these ccs were literally doing it fr fun, they had no degree on acting, they arent english majors, not all of them have experience in making detailed and well-rounded storyies, they arent a tv shows with a steady plot. they are literally just friends messing around on a server. cut them some slack. not everything has to be so planned/well made.
so obviously some people do want to do lore, and have, or had the drive before, but because every little thing they do, like just having fun or messing around the smp, or doing their own thing (which was the whole purpose of it btw, just fr friends to hangout) and when they interact with the 'precious builds/characters/mobs' of the server, they get shat on and cancelled on twitter like theyre fucking monsters
its a block game for fucks sake, and some of you are acting like they killed people in real life. its ridiculous and unhealthy.
and now some of you ask why the older ccs dont play on the server anymore
maybe ask yourself again that after rewatching the bullshit, negativity and hate some of these ccs have encountered just from twitter or obsessive lore heads when some of you would deem them 'horrible people or villains' just cz they messed with pixels on the smp and then try to cancel them over a block game
theyve lost their drive because of all the pressure some of you put unto the lore, making it not fun for them anymore.
idk. at this point i personally may have been so into it, but now i just dont give a fuck about the dsmp lore anymore. i care about the ccs and if they are having fun in what they do, and if they dont, then i dont care about it.
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The Nanny Affair
The Fight.
Author’s Note: This fanfic right here is another challenge thrown down by a skilled writer/sister friend. I once again accept! Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*
Song and Story inspiration: Ro James-Burn Slow and Sign Your Name-Terence Trent D’Arby.
***Rated: Mature 18+. Contains strong language.
***Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters.
***Characters: Sam Dalton (LI) and Krystal Parker (MC).
***All Characters and names (except MC) are property of Pixelberry.
Current Word Count: 2,600 words.
3:34am.
That’s what the clock on her phone read, when she checked it.
3:34am.
For the third time in 2 weeks; she woke up in the middle of the night, gasping for air, shaking and in a cold sweat because of him. Because she’s being haunted; not just by how much she wants, misses and needs him. But; by how much she wants that night at the gala to happen again.
It has been 2 weeks since everything had happened; between Sam and Krystal. She hadn’t heard from nor seen him in that long. Because; he was either gone before she woke up; or she was already asleep when he got home. She knew he was avoiding her. And the poor girl was starting to crack under the misery.
After finally forcing herself back to sleep; Krystal was up and getting the boys ready for their week long trip, with their grandparents to their beach house in The Florida Keys. They both were excited to go but; bummed that Krystal wasn’t going with them.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna go Krystal?”, Mason asked.
“Yeah, you could even sleep in the Grandpa’s boathouse!”, Mickey quipped.
“After being Krystal smashed, squished, sandwiched, piled on AND pillowed for the last 2 weeks: I need a break!…preferably BEFORE I wind up in the funny farm.”, she said as she helped the boys tote their suitcases to the front door.
“Awwww!”, the boys collectively pouted.
“None of that! You’ll be back before you know it! And don’t forget to bring me some seashells, you two!”, she told them. “I’m gonna miss you two while you’re gone!”
“We’re gonna miss you too! We promise to be very good for Nana and Grandpa!”, Mason said to her.
“Yeah! What he said!”, Mickey told her.
“That’s all I ask. Alright you two! Carter just texted me. He’s outside. Let’s go load up!”, she tells them as she leads them to the car. Before they left; they wrapped her up in the tightest, fiercest and most loving hug, their two little bodies could give. And she gave that hug right back to them. She watched as they pulled off and got misty eyed.
She missed her two sweet babies already.
They are what kept her around. They are what made that house bearable, since their father was seemingly AWOL as of late. And now that they’re going off to Florida for a week; the house seemed colder. Because; instead of 4 people in that house, it was just 2. Her and Sam.
What was she gonna do?
Well, for starters; she was gonna attempt to NOT traumatize herself, by straightening up their room. As she got to their room, she put her headphones in, turned on Amazon Music and let Ro James take her away as she cleaned up.
About an hour after her straightening up; Sam came home. He was coming from the Airpark. He had to say goodbye to his boys; before they left for a week of fun in the sun. After having to put out yet another fire due to the data breach in Milan; he was a mix of flustered, anxious and feeling like he could break something with his bare hands.
Without even thinking, whether or not Krystal was home; Sam went and changed into his gym clothes. He hadn’t noticed she was home until he saw her in the kitchen. She was getting a bottle of water and still had her headphones in. He had no idea what she was jamming to; but it was clear that she was jamming.
At least she was until he scared her by tapping her on the shoulder.
“Jesus Fucking Christ! What are you doing here?!”, she asked as she tries to calm her breathing and heart rate.
“…I live here? I mean the last time I checked; I owned the house.”, he told her as he leaned against the kitchen island.
She rolled her eyes in clear annoyance. She was also trying to hide the fact; that she was loving seeing him in his workout gear. He chuckled as he asked her, “what have you been doing?”
“A little something I like to call: just finished cleaning your kids room. I never thought that; two 7 year olds could traumatize me. Apparently I was wrong.”, she told him.
He grimaced at the thought. “Yeah…I guess I should’ve warned you about that. Remind me to put a little extra in your check.”, he told her. She nodded.
“What are you doing home so early? I thought you’d be spending the day in the office.”, she told him.
“I was. But; I remembered that the boys and my parents were leaving today. So, I met them at the airpark in Gaithersburg then came home and saw you. And here we are!”, he said with a shrug. She rolled her eyes again.
“Headed out for a run?”, she asked.
“Nope. About to hit the punching bag and maybe the weights.”, he told before he asked her. “You wanna join? I could use the company.”
“Sure. I got some steam to blow off, anyway.”, she replied.
After changing into her workout clothes she joined him in the gym. It was pretty decent sized gym. It had a little bit of everything in it, even has a boxing ring and a sauna.
Every so often; she would catch herself looking at him; out the corner of her eye. Sam is gorgeous! Especially whenever his muscles flexed or he rolled his neck and shoulders. She was still royally pissed at him but; when it came to seeing him sweat she couldn’t help but want him.
He was her entire weakness.
After about 2 1/2 hours; they both had worked up a pretty good sweat. She was feeling invigorated. She needed the distraction and she got it. Even if what caused her to need the distraction from in the first place; was in the same room.
While taking a small break; Krystal watched him on the punching bag. He reminded her of her older brother Kelly; who’s a former Marine. He was pretty good. Except for his right hook. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t all that good.
“You need to work on your right hook.”, she told him.
“Huh? I need to work on what?”, he asks her.
“You need to work on your right hook. It’s lacking. Quite a bit actually.”, she replied.
“Well alright hotshot! Since I’m lacking quite a bit; as you put it why don’t you show me how it’s done?”, he asked in a sarcastic tone.
She rolled her eyes, taped up her hands and went to work. When she was finished; she told him, “you have to have better control on your speed. You’ve got the right amount of strength; but your speed is horrible.”
He flashed a small smile. He was both impressed and insulted by her.
“Well…now that you’ve all but insulted my skills; hit the ring with me. Let’s see you in action.”, he told her.
“It’s your funeral.”, she shrugged; before stepping into the ring with him.
When they were across from each other; she asked him. “So pick your poison boss. A boxing match or a little game I like to call: tap or pass?”
“Definitely tap or pass!”, he replied.
“Alright then! Rules are simple. You make other person tap out or pass out.”, she answered.
“So it’s about submission, eh? Works for me! Besides it wouldn’t be the first time that you submitted to me.”, he replied. She wanted to punch that smug grin off his face.
At this point; she was beyond annoyed by and pissed at him. And was full on ready to kick his smug faced ass.
“Like I said earlier: it’s your funeral.”, she tells him before going to one corner; he went to the corner across from her.
“You ready?”, she asks him.
“Let’s go!”, he replies before taking his shirt off. He hoped it would distract her. But; he was about to find out that; when it comes to tap or pass, Krystal isn’t easily distracted.
With Redman’s “Let’s Get Dirty” blasting through the surround sound in the background; the “game” was on. They circled each other; waiting on the other one to strike. Sam was first to strike. A fury of punches and blocks soon followed.
They danced around each other; both looking for an opening on other one. Krystal found her opening and she took it, with a stiff right hook to his jaw. It caused him to drop to one knee.
“So that’s what we’re doing?”, he asked while briefly holding his jaw as he stood up. She merely shrugged and said, “it’s called tap or pass for a reason.”
He simply nodded as he returned fire. She was able to dodge most of his shots; until he got a good one in on her kidneys. He stopped and asked, “are you alright?”
“I’ll be fine! Let’s go!”, she said through ragged breaths.
Soon; punches and kicks turned into takedowns. With each trying to trap and out do the other. He wanted a fight and she was giving him one. But; what they both failed to remember is that neither likes to lose. At all; for any reason. He intensified his attempts to take her down. She was going to lose. He just needed the right time and she thought the same for him.
Like a spider does a fly in its web; Sam finally caught her. He had her pinned face down to the mat, in a sleeper hold with his knee on her back.
“You’re not getting out of this, kitten. I’ve got you right where I want you!”, he whispered harshly in her ear.
“Don’t call me kitten!”, she sneered. She managed to get free but; because that sleeper hold zapped a significant amount of her energy; it didn’t take him long to capture her again.
This time; he had her in another sleeper hold, but with his legs around her midsection. By slightly arching his back; he had the sleeper hold as well as the body scissors locked in. She was going to fight her way out of this. But; the more she tried to move, the tighter that body scissors felt.
“Give up Krystal! You’re NOT getting out of this!”, he growled in her ear.
“The…fuck…I’m…not!”, she replied. She was determined not to lose. Especially; not to the one person, who had her heart and emotions all over the damn place. But! Try as she might Krystal was trapped. Especially after; he shifted his weight slightly; by rolling onto his left side and trapping her left arm. Doing so, put her in a position that all but killed her left shoulder.
“Give up Krystal! It’s over! You have nowhere else to go!”, he told her.
“No!”, she shouted as she struggled to get free.
“Let go Krystal! It’s NOT worth you passing out!”, he told her.
She tried her hardest to try to hold on. But he was just too strong and she was too tired. With; tears full of frustration and fury in her eyes…she finally tapped out.
When he let her go; he felt everything but victorious. Especially when he saw the tears in her eyes; as she tried to put some feeling back into her left arm.
“Are you okay?”, he asked her clearly concerned about her.
“I’m fine!”, she snapped at him as she finally got up off the mat.
“You’ve been off ever since I came home. What’s gotten into you?”, he asked her.
“What would you expect from someone; that you’ve been ignoring for ohhh what is it, two weeks now?”, she replied with a question of her own before walking away.
That’s when the realization hit him like a gut punch. The gala…or at least everything that happened afterwards.
“Krystal wait a minute! Please!”, he called out to her before catching up to her.
“About that night—“, was all he said before she turned around; eyes blazing with heart ache and fury, “don’t okay? Just don’t! You’ve said all you needed to say to me! Or lack thereof that is.”
As she turned back around; she heard three words that she never thought she’d ever hear from him.
“Krystal…I love you!”, he said to her. She instantly froze in place.
“What did you say?”, she asked him. Not because she wanted to get her hopes up but; because she wanted to make sure she heard him correctly.
“I love you! And I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry that it took me this long to say it to you. I haven’t been intentionally trying to ignore you. I promise you that. But; I realize now that I have been distant. And that’s not fair to you. Look, it’s not that I don’t want to be around you. Because I do. I always want to be around you! Hell I want you! I need you! I HAVE TO have you! I want to taste you! I want to touch you! I want to please you! I want to see you smile! And right now if I’m to be honest: all I want to do is kiss you.”, he told her. She was stunned.
“Are you…are you serious?”, she asks him.
“Every word baby. Every single word.”, he responded as he got closer to her. He pulled her into an embrace; careful not to hurt her already sore left arm and shoulder. As soon as she was in her arms; the dam of emotions she was holding back broke. And she burst into tears.
“If you love me like you say you do; then why shut me out? Why treat me like I’m some dirty little secret of yours? Why keep me at arms length but expect me to welcome you with open arms and heart?”, she asks with tears streaming down her face. He did the one thing; he swore; he’d never do: he broke her heart.
“I should have a response to that. But the truth is; I don’t. I don’t have an answer for my actions towards and about you. Other than; I’m a selfish and self centered bastard who is absolutely crazy about you. I just…God this is hard! Baby; you have to understand that I haven’t felt this way about a woman since, my wife Samina died. When I lost her; I felt like I lost my heart and soul. I did actually. I lost my heart and soul. And I swore that I would never again; love any woman like I loved her. That was until I met you. The day that you walked into my office for the first time; as cliche as it sounds; it was love at first sight for me. And it’s been that way ever since.”, he explained.
She was stunned once again. She just stood there; trembling in his arms as she cried. She finally heard it. He finally said it.
“Sam…”, she managed to say through her tears.
“Yes?”, he replied as he rubbed her back and placed a small kiss on her forehead.
“I love you too.”, she told him.
At that moment; he gave into every ounce of unrestrained and unbridled passion; that he had in him. And he kissed her like his life depended on it.
Because in that moment…it most certainly did.
“Come with me?”, he asked her.
“To where?”, she replied.
He never said a word. He just took her hand and led her to his bedroom.
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stardew-imagines-me · 5 years
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Okay, I think it's important to start a new AU for your return. 😃 So, if the Bachelors and the Bachelorettes had any superpowers, what would it be and how they'll use it?
YES AU TIME. IVOIRE I LOVE YOU AND I ALWAYS WILL AK DLWMFPWNF
Elliot
• Elliot’s superpower is being able to read each and every language - speaking fluently included, while glancing at the first sentence of said language in a book, on a poster or in any form of writing
• Though with this superpower comes a lot of problems too, and at times Elliot isn’t able to cope with how extreme they can become
- if he’s too stressed, he’ll be switched into a language no one around him can understand and temporarily forget what language he is talking in
Harvey
• Harvey’s superpower is the physical mending of living properties such as people, plants and animals
- this means he’s able to heal anything with a cut, broken bone or a mere infection with just his touch
• with this though comes a lot of energy and time from Harvey’s own body. He can be energized and ready to go, but having to heal a broken bone would leave him nodding off out of exhaustion
- this is why he usually tends to use medications and bandages instead of his own power at risk of his own health
Sam
• Sam’s superpower is being able to sense the feelings of others and manipulate their emotions to make them happier or sadder
- much like Harvey’s, this takes a lot of energy out of Sam and can often lead to him having big mood swings that could possibly effect everyone around him as well
Shane
• Shane’s superpower is being able to talk to animals - which is why he’s often in the barn or out by the chicken coop than socializing with people
- the downside to this is while he’s walking around outside, he’ll hear voices from everywhere and nowhere which leaves him alert
Alex
• Alex’s superpower is super strength, no surprise there, and often continues to build his muscles through extreme training
- he doesn’t mean to smash as many plates as he does or break as many doors, it just happens. Sometimes it’s a lot harder to control his strength when hes sidetracked, and he’s an airhead so he breaks a lot of shit
Sebastian
• Sebastian’s superpower is being able to read minds. He hates his superpower, always has because no matter what he does, he can’t shut it off
- it’s overwhelming being in a room with so many people because the inside voices double with the outside voices
- he gets overwhelmed A LOT, poor baby
Leah
• Leah’s superpower is being able to take any image inside her head or from reference, and perfectly replicate it in minutes, no effort needed
- Leah struggles a lot when it comes to her creativity through art, especially sculpting. Although she enjoys being the human printer, she feels like her originality isn’t there and goes through waves of art block and frustration
Maru
• Maru’s superpower is being able to pickup any object and know every single property inside said object
- she thinks of her superpower as quite intriguing, if not annoying as all hell. Even with the touch of a simple pebble, her head would be filled with all of its exact properties in seconds
Abigail
• Although what some would call a well known superpower, her kind is quite rare and gifted. Abigail is a seer - she’s able to not only talk to the dead, but predict the future from visions she’ll get randomly
- at times she’ll be whisked off to a whole different place while walking through town or sleeping in bed
- these visions lead to extreme headaches, and scares when the dead come to visit her through he night looking for answers
Penny
• Penny is able to move things with her mind, her hands and whatever else. With just a flick of a finger, she can pick up a book and have it in her hand from across the room
- her superpower is much like breathing though, and with much practice, she was able to hold onto things longer and longer as she grew older
- with the overuse of this could cause her to pass out and wake up with extreme migraines
Emily
• Emily is able to teleport anywhere she chooses if she knows exactly where she wants to go and how far it is
- though because her power is so hard to master, her chance of actually ending up in the place she wants to be is like, a 60/40
- it’s a funny sight seeing Emily appear out of nowhere looking confused on where she is, and then vanishing again
• Teleporting too much can make her incredibly sick though, which is why people with her skill are more inclined to walk and only teleport in dire situations
Haley
• Haley is able to manipulate light and dark with just a swipe of her hand or with her mind. Causing a room to become brighter or darker if she so pleases
- she really only uses her abilities when she’s too lazy to turn the light off in her room at night or too lazy to turn it on when she’s looking for something
• her power is actually quite dangerous, and often with the people who are able to bend light/darkness become quite aggressive and unpredictable
- with their outbursts, they kind blind a whole room which is why society puts those with such power under closer supervision
Farmer
• you have the ability to grow plants quite quickly - from seed to full grown bush in under minutes if so pleased
- doing this though is very crucial to your mental, and physical health. It can be both draining and damaging to you health
• but you are able to just normally plant a crop and have it grow under your presence healthy and fast without a single use of your own power
- it takes a little bit longer, but plants have a 100% succession rate if you care for them - even if you forget to water them for a day... or a week, they will not die until season change
• you have like, the best green thumb of the world. And there are surprisingly very few of your kind left on the planet
- be proud plants love you, they are your babies and they know that. And also like, you’re kinda also 5/7 billion so yeah, that too
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Glee Memories: 1x10 Ballad
A long, long time ago, as Glee was approaching graduation in Season 3, I found myself nostalgic with some rare free time on my hands. So I decided to rewatch the series from the beginning and jot down some memories, discrepancies that have arisen since, fave quotes, tally solos - all that good stuff, strictly for shits and giggles.
8 years later (eek!) and once more I find myself with an unexpected abundance of free time. With so many revisiting or being newly introduced to the show between binge watching during Quarantine and all the tragedy that has surrounded the show since it went off the air, I figured I’d finish what I started. And by finish, I mean go through the end of S3. Cause I truly cannot acknowledge what happened after that. Except for 5B.
Kicking this off by reposting the first 15 episodes I already went through. Enjoy!
1x10 Ballad “Ok, who can tell me what a ballad is?” “It’s a male duck”
ok, I disagree with Schue’s definition of a ballad. “Stories set to music” – um…isn’t that every song? Or is it just in musicals that it’s supposed to be, lol?
“Looks like my weekly letter to the Ohio showchoir committee FINALLY paid off” and the look she gives Puck. Haha. This Rachel Berry is funny. Cause they’re letting us laugh at her right along with her. Not asking us to put her on a pedestal and/or take her seriously all the damn time. I’m not even gonna get started. I’m watching this post Props/Nationals, and though I didn’t think it could, my hate has grown. In abundance. Trying to keep it in check. Moving on…
“I bet that duck’s in the hat”
“Matt’s out sick today. He had to go to the hospital cause they found a spider in his ear” Um, ew. Also terrifying. However, humorous nonetheless. And an effort to explain a random absence of a Glee club member. Remember how they used to do that?
Aw, Artie drew Quinn’s name out of the hat. :) 2 seasons later and they’ll get 2 duets (both of which I loooove). Shame they didn’t do it this ep. Romantic or just friends, I ADORE the chemistry with Diana and Kevin. I really wanted to see more of that. :(
omg. Kurt’s face when Finn pulls his name. Adorable. Also, I love that Finn is not cool with it but a year later Sam is totes fine. Maybe that’s just cause I love dudes that are comfortable enough in their sexuality to do things that d-bags in high school might tease them about being gay for. Or maybe that’s just cause I love Sam Evans. Couldn’t tell ya. Except yeah, I totes could. It’s cause I wants a Trouty Mouth to call my very own. *lesigh*
“other asian” Ha!
Brittana!
“The fates talked, Mr. Schue” #BlessFinnsHeart
I love the voice-overs during Endless Love: “Screw him if he thinks he’s taking the Diana Ross part from me” “I love the days when I wear no underwear” “I never noticed how nice Rachel’s butt is…oh crap! I think Quinn knows I’m staring at it!”
I also love the facial expressions of Rachel and Mr. Schue here. Hilarious.
Haha – Brad’s like “wtf is happening?”
“Crap – she looks crazy right now!” hahahahahaha
Because of Rachel’s realization through this song, it means Lea Michele can’t squint nearly as much. Wow. It’s like a whole new Rachel with her eyes open while she’s singing.
Artie’s face after the duet. It’s like someone stepped in dog poop.
Ok, Charlotte Ross was in a show in the 90’s I used to watch that, if I recall, failed miserably but nonetheless had a brief stint as my guilty pleasure show. And I can’t remember what it is for the life of me and keep forgetting to look when I have access to google it. Anyone?
“I don’t want you to lift a finger for me. I’m your wife!” Oh wow. So unhealthy. So republican. Soooooo some parts of Ohio. These are the folks that voted for Bush. :/ Yep, I’m still ashamed to be from Ohio when I think of that election.
Suzy. Pepper. Yes. I love this actress. Bright and Hannah were my OTP on Everwood. I miss them.
“You knew it was me just by the sound of my breath. That’s so romantic.”
“Listen, you little psycho, this is Will’s wife, and if I don’t get enough sleep my anti-depressants won’t work, and then I’ll go crazy and I’ll kill you.” Oh Terri. So maternal and loving.
Suzy Pepper is sobbing to More Than Words. That was my jam back in the day!
“Your lashing out at me is fantastically compelling…and….inappropriate.”
“Thank God I never missed a piano lesson” – really Kurt? Is this the first and only time we’re to believe Kurt can play piano well enough to accompany someone from memory?
Finn singing I’ll Stand By You to a sonogram dvd on his laptop. I have no words. I don’t think I thought it was this weird the first time I watched it.
So Finn’s mom busts him singing to said laptop sonogram dvd…and he doesn’t close the laptop…or stop the dvd…or try to hide the screen. He sits up next to it as she approaches him, almost begging her to see it. I felt the same way then as I do now – it was an opportunity for him to not tell her necessarily but for her to find out anyways and I think he really wanted her to know so he could go to her for help and comfort and to relieve everything he couldn’t deal with about the situation. I’m just sayin’.
Oh old school Carol with her denim and that hair…she’s still such a great mom though. And this actress. My God. She’s amazing.
“You’re wrong, I’m right. I’m smart, you’re dumb.”
“Dude. Impulse control!” haha
“I dunno why I find his stupidity charming. I mean, he’s cheating off a girl who thinks the square root of 4 is rainbows.” #BlessFinnsHeart
Oh Young Girl/Don’t Stand So Close to Me mash-up. I fell in lust with you from the first moment I laid eyes on you.
Seriously. Matthew Morrison is so hot in this mash-up. Yowzah.
“So, Rachel, do you think you understood the message I was trying to get across with that ballad?” “Yes! It means I’m very young and it’s hard for you to stand close to me.”
“You’re a very good performer. He’s very good.”
Finn and Kurt bonding over their lost parents. This is a sweet scene.
“You think I should bring a gun?” #BlessFinnsHeart
“Casserole’s almost ready. Hope you like venison!” Ok. TERRIFYING to come home and find Rachel Berry in an apron, cooking you dinner, in your home.
Hey, remember that time that Rachel literally sang 3 lines of Crush and they released it in its entirety as a single from this episode? Ridonk.
“I found out today that my hamster was pregnant in biology class and I just started weeping!”
Aw, Mercedes and Puck are paired up for duet ballads.
haha. Babygate.
“Finn’s not the father! I am.” People be spilling out their truths to Mercedes y’all.
“Alright, look, you need to get something through your Mohawk real quick: you’re the baby’s daddy. It takes a hell of a lot more to be a father and that role’s already been cast because Quinn chose Finn. You need to accept that and move on cause you have no business messin’ up that girl’s life more than you already have. You need to back off. You owe her at least that much. ”Aw, Mercedes. Laying down tough love. And looking out for Quinn before they were even friends. Man. I love Mercedes.
Oh that’s right – Quinn has an older sister! Why did we never meet her?
“He wears a helmet when he plays, right?” – THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYIN’! #BlessFinnsHeart
“I have to go, they’ll think I’m pooping.” Hehehehe.
omg. So I love this still. Finn is doing karate moves in the bathroom mirror to pump himself up to sing to the Fabrays that Quinn’s pregnant. That is so effing funny. What happened to this Finn?
You’re Having My Baby. Haha. This song is so cheesy. This scene is so uncomfortable.
So Quinn’s parents, unlike Finn, are NOT simple-minded and have figured it out. And it’s terrifying.
“We didn’t even have sex” #BlessFinnsHeart
Quinn’s parents are kicking her out. Well, her dad is and her mom isn’t standing up to him. This is rough. Especially when you realize they’re supposed to be 15. So wrong. Poor Quinn. And her dad just screamed at her that she was a disappointment. Yeah…she’s had to deal with some shit. And in the end, they don’t acknowledge that she did and try to make her out to be the bad guy, and selfish… Way to go, RIB.
Oh good ole Carol, without a moment of hesitationlets Quinn stay with them.
“Honey, you can stay here as long as you want.” Carol’s the best. So glad she found Burt.
“We’re not so different, you and me. We’re both mildly attractive and extremely grating. Love is hard for us. We look for boys we know we can never have. Mr. Schue is a perfect target for our self-esteem issues. He can never reciprocate our feelings which only reinforces the conviction that we’re not worthy of being loved. Trust me. I’m a cautionary tale. You need to find some self-respect, Rachel. Get that mildly attractive groove back.” Suzy Pepper, ladies and gentlemen. Dropping truth bombs.
“There’s some boy out there who’s gonna like you for everything you are, including those parts of you that even you don’t like. Those are gonna be the things about you that he likes the most.” Hmm…might be true. Never thought about this, but I’d say that describes Jesse. But not Finn so much. Maybe recently. But…he has made several comments about her being annoying or controlling as they were dating. And not in a ‘those are my favorite things about her’ kinda way. Just sayin’.
Aw. Kurt seems like he feels really bad about Quinn getting kicked out.
“Open your eyes! I didn’t tell you to close your eyes.” “Is there a cake?” No, there’s no cake!” #BlessFinnsHeart
Lean On Me. Watching this now, with one ep left and it’s graduation…yeah, I’m crying. Dammit, Glee.
haha, Mercedes just kinda pushed past Rachel who was front and center to sing her solo. Probably not intentional but still funny.
Damn, Kevin McHale.
Damn, Amber Riley.
SOLOS: Rachel (1), Will (2), Finn (2), Artie (1), Mercedes (1)
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My Very Spoilery Endgame Review - What I Liked, What Annoyed Me, and Two Questions I Am Left With
I was very satisfied and enjoyed it very much. The theater burst into applause in several instances and it was great to celebrate the end of an era with fellow fans.
Now for the spoilery critiques and praise.
My favorite moments were:
Thor reconciling his self-image and self-worth with his mother
“I’m still worthy.”
Loki escaping and (hopefully) living in at least one timeline - because if Steve went back to “trim the branches” then this means he returned the Tesseract to 1970. Which means the branch where Loki snagged the Tesseract and was not imprisoned on Asgard may have endured*. 
Ken Jeong’s cameo.
Stan Lee’s cameo.
Banner coming to terms with who and what he is and living comfortably with the Hulk.
Basically everyone really leaning into the self-love  and self-value by the end of the film.
“That is America’s Ass”.
“I could do this all day.” “Yeah, I know.”
“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.”
“Ha! I knew it!”
“I am Iron Man.”
Scott finding Cassie alive.
Wong’s exasperated reply to Strange’s “Is that everyone?”
Nebula’s redemption. This is a princess (as Squidward calls Thanos “sire”) who saves her own damn self.
How the thing that gave the game away to Thanos was actually really clever and well executed; this wasn’t a “heroes are just stupid this one time” (like how Quill screwed the pooch in Infinity War when they had the damn glove). It was something that I genuinely hadn’t thought of, and I assume no one, not even Nebula, would have thought of. It worked. And it worked well.
All the ladies supporting Carol in the final battle - which was awesome but also felt a bit like the moment was added only so the Russos could check it off a “don’t piss off the feminists” list.
How the final battle set it up well for the next phase - I liked how the Glove Relay was from an OG Avenger (Hawkeye) to the new Avengers - Black Panther, Spider-man, and Captain Marvel.
“I love you 3000″.
Falcon!Cap - finally! Yay!
The sound of the armor that started it all being forged as the endcap of the credits.
However.
I wish Bucky and Steve had also had a meaningful moment at the end, like Steve and Sam, something that made it clear that even though Steve was older now, he was no less Bucky’s best pal. 
I'm very, very annoyed that they Fridged Natasha. I mean, I get it. Someone had to die. And we all knew Hawkeye was going to go back to his family, so it wouldn’t be him. And I do love how they did the death, how Nat and Clint fought with one another to the be the one to make the sacrifice. And her death would have been especially cheap if Bruce had just Snapped her Back. I get it.
And if there wasn’t a long history of Fridging female character to ensure the male ones have enough Man-Pain to have a character arc and impetus to be a hero, then you know what? This would have been a really moving sacrifice. It would have really worked.
But there is. And in light of that, it’s left me... itchy. Uncomfortable. Because in the context of the film alone it was a great death. But in the context of the history of comic book narratives, it sucked.
Also, what does this mean for the Black Widow movie? Will it actually be a prequel? Will it be Budapest? And if it is Budapest, will they use the same actors, or cast new, younger ones?
I also don't understand the narrative reason why they had to make so many fat jokes around Thor.
I mean, yeah, it makes sense he was depressed and stopped taking care of his heath, and self-medicated with booze and food. This was a strong and meaningful narrative and I really liked that he was given the opportunity to mourn, to question his purpose, to become more than just muscles and a hammer in terms of character construction. That he could grieve and struggle, and be filled with crippling regret that kept him indoors and hiding, and filled self-loathing.
 As a character choice it made sense. And I liked that he was still a powerful warrior while chubby, and that he didn’t magically become slim again when he suited up. It was wonderful to see him be no less powerful, dangerous, dedicated, and no less kick ass while sporting a keg instead of a sixpack. 
But they leaned awfully hard on that “fat joke” button and by the time Rhodey said “Cheez Whiz?” I was over it. Its got tedious and frankly a bit insulting.
Teasing someone for suffering because he lost literally everyone he loved is not cool. The jokes fell flat, for good reason. They were cruel.
And when the Russos announced that they had included the MCU's first openly gay character I was hoping that it would be a main character, not some rando dude in a talk therapy meeting. I wanted Bucky and Sam to confess feelings, or Bucky to Steve even if Steve couldn’t return them, or Valkyrie to at least have a wife in New Asgard, or something.
But TBH it didn't surprise me that they made it some nameless dude in group support. Like J.K. Rowling, the Russos are happy to queerbait but too cowardly to commit, and they always have been. I’d be annoyed but it’s not worth the energy. 
At least when the guy mentioned his boyfriend it was a “no big deal” mention, and nobody made a “are you cool with this, Cap?” thing to really point out that ooooo, this dude is queer.
But those are my only gripes. The rest of it was thoroughly enjoyable and satisfying.
Especially all the little call backs. The "I am Iron Man" and “I could do this all day” stuff - it felt like little gifts to the fandom.
However, I have two questions.
1) When people were Snapped Back, were they Snapped to their previous exact geographical location? Because if so, what about people who had been in transit? Did people who were Snapped Away while in a plane just... appear mid-sky and plummet to their deaths? Were people on spaceships Snapped Back into the void of cold space? We saw in Infinity War that helicopters crashed into city streets - the pilot, that means, was Snapped Away. When that pilot came back, where did he come back? Did Bruce think to Snap them all into safe places? (I mean, I assume the Stones accounted for Spacial Drift and the location of planets in orbit... maybe it accounted for people who would have Snapped Back into deadly situations?)
2) I do love that Steve and Peggy got their life together At that point Pegs would have been like... at least 10 years older than Steve? Maybe 15? What would her neighbors think of Sugar Momma Peggy Carter and her Very Much Younger (Looking) Husband?
Did she introduce him to anyone? Did they have neighborhood BBQs? At that point everyone would have known who Captain America/Steve Rogers was so did no one recognize him? What did they say? (Did we get Beardy Steve back???) They had kids, canonically, so was Steve able to attend their T-BAll games and school plays?
One assumes that Sugar Baby Steve would have been the House Husband, because Pegs was running Shield and Steve was out of the game. He’d never be able to show his face at SHIELD because Howard would recognize him, and so would Arnim Zola, so HYDRA would have known that Captain America survived and I imagine they would have given anything to get him into the Chair.
It makes me think that Sugar Baby House Husband Steve would have been very isolated and possibly lonely. Maybe he had a few neighbor friends, but can you image how torturous it must have been to live so privately? To know that Bucky was out there suffering and being tortured and brainwashed and that he couldn’t do anything about it? He couldn’t go save his best pal?
That Peggy could never bring him to the SHIELD Christmas party, to visit her new baby godson Anthony, never attend anything with him.
And it makes me think Steve had to vanish from her life right when his earlier self entered it so like... as soon as she started getting sick enough with Alzheimer's he had to leave. 
Because that’s when younger Steve came into her life, and started visiting her in the nursing home. 
But he had to abandon her when she needed him most, and that is very tragic. How did Steve reconcile that with himself? Especially with returning to a future where she was dead and his friends were alive and he didn’t need to be the Secret Sugar Baby House Husband any more?
All in all, it was very enjoyable and I will watch it again. 
And I look forward to the FanFic.
* This means that Loki in that branch also likely did not participate in the battle against the Dark Elves. His character growth in that moment was likely delayed, but I believe he ultimately would have processed his extreme confusion, self-loathing, and hatred of his betrayal by his “family” Thor enough to join forces with him against the destruction of the universe when it mattered. Perhaps having the extra time to do so might have even served him better.  I don’t know if this means Odin chose to die and Hela was released, thus triggering the destruction of Asgard. I don’t know what this would have meant for Ragnarock - possibly with Odin as the King when he died the defenses would have been better (though I argue the culture and peace of Asgard thrived under Loki, especially with his dismantling of the Empire and the valuing of the Arts) and they would have saved Asgard or at least not lost so many.
And if Asgard had not survived, perhaps in this version something different may have happened, and Loki wouldn’t on the survivor ship. Perhaps he was on a different ship. Perhaps he wasn’t present for the battle at all and in a completely different part of the universe.
If he was elsewhere this means 
a) The Asgardian survivors would have lived because Thanos wouldn’t have targeted the ship, and Thor would have been less self-loathing. 
b) When Thanos found Loki with the Tesseract in this branch, it’s likely Loki was able to ingratiate himself to Thanos and gave the Stone to him without Thor there to tip his hand toward an immediate betrayal murder attempt. I subscribe to the theory that Loki was just as mind-controlled during The Avengers and the Battle of New York as Barton (though I wouldn’t call Loki totally innocent in everything) and that he had been suffering from extreme mental health issues following his unsuccessful attempted suicide. In this case, he would be willing to play the long game to get his revenge on his abuser Thanos. Then, later, hopefully, he joins Thor’s side to save the universe against Thanos (as he did against the Dark Elves)- betraying Thanos and perhaps stopping the Snap before it happened in that timeline. Or if not stopping the Snap, perhaps being a part of the new Avengers if he survived it, or joining in the final battle if he was Snapped Away.
Anyway - I have lots of Loki Thoughts. Feel free to adopt any Plot Bunnies this may have generated in reading this. 
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Cold-Hearted (A Bucky Barnes fic) Chapter 2
A/N: Hello again! Chapter 2 of Cold-Hearted is completed as Raina meets her new teammates. One of them being a surprisingly broody super soldier with a metal arm who seems rather... shy towards her. Once again, I don't own any rights to Marvel or its characters. Hope you enjoy the chapter!!!
Here is the link for chapter 1: https://ladytea19.tumblr.com/post/181599499854/cold-hearted-bucky-barnes-fic
Chapter 2
After my encounter with Cap, Widow, and Falcon along with my meeting with Mr. Stark (which went well by the way), I was finally accepted as an official member of the Avengers. Three days later, I packed up my things from my apartment and moved into the Avengers compound. The size of this thing….. it blew my mind. But then again, this is Tony Stark we're talking about. So I didn't really expect nothing less, still it was pretty cool to see.
At the front gate, I buzzed in to hear a woman's voice from the intercom.
“Afternoon, Ms. Montez. I am FRIDAY. Mr. Stark is expecting your arrival. Welcome.”
The gate opened and I drove up the long driveway to the front door of the compound. There I was greeted by Steve, Tony and Natasha which I learned I can call her Nat for short.
“So you made it,” Tony greeted me. “Hope you didn't have trouble finding the place.”
“Well, it is the only giant building with the Avengers logo on the entire block. So it wasn't that hard to miss.” “Seriously, how do you guys not get ambushed every week.”
“Well actually you'd be surprised.” Tony commented. “We've been attacked a couple of times. Repairs were annoying but hey, at least we're still standing.”
“Okay let's not scare the poor girl,” Steve said. “She just got here so let's welcome her with open arms. She's our teammate now.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “Yes, Mom” he said sarcastically. “Steven Rogers the noble hero. God, you are annoying sometimes.”
Nat put her arm around me. “Don't mind them. This is an everyday thing around here.”
I chuckled slightly. “I see.”
Steve helped me with my suitcases carrying them all with one arm “Wow, he's stronger than I expected” I thought while we all walked inside to the living room. It was a spacious room with a long couch, a slightly smaller couch, entertainment system (which looked extremely high tech), fireplace, and surrounded by tall glass windows seeing the courtyard from outside with so many flowers in bloom. There I saw Sam and another African American man playing pool in the room adjacent to it.
“Kids, put your toys away. We have a guest!” Tony shouted at them.
Sam and the other man walked out to where we were. “And I was just about to kick this guy's ass for the third time in a row,” the other man said laughing.
“Yeah, whatever” Sam replied rolling his eyes. Then, he turned and saw me. “Raina! So you made the team. I expected nothing less; you were badass the last time I saw you.” He gave me a hug and I smiled.
“Aw thanks Sam,” I said. “That means a lot”
The other man, who looked a bit older than Tony and wore a sort of high tech brace around his legs walked up and greeted me with a smile.
“James Rhodes, but everyone calls me Rhodey. Nice to see a new member of the team be a woman. A black woman at that.” he told me.
I shook his hand. “Thank you, I hope I can be of great service.”
Steve then commented: “We met her while following up on the Arana cartel. She happened to take down the buyer and recovered the weapons and intel back.”
“By yourself?” Rhodey asked me.
“Well, I had help.” I said. “Suarez had reinforcements and I couldn't take all of them alone. Luckily Cap, Nat and Sam were there to help me out.”
“Impressive.” “Can't wait to see what else you can bring.”
Just then, three more people walked into the room: a light brunette woman wearing a red trench coat and black pants, a tall maroon android-esque person with a shiny yellow stone in the middle of his forehead dressed in civilian clothing, and a man with dark brown hair, steel grey eyes, wearing all black combat gear with a metal left arm. My eyes were drawn to them, especially the guy with the metal arm on the far right. Our eyes locked for a split second and then the woman with the red coat spoke.
“You must be Raina,” she greeted me. “Steve told me we were getting a new teammate. I'm Wanda.”
“It's a pleasure to meet you acquaintance Miss Montez,” the maroon person in the middle said to me with a polite accent.
“Vis,” Wanda said chuckling. “I don't think you have to be so formal.”
“Just greeting her is all,” Vision retaliated.
“Wanda and Vision joined the team same time I did,” Sam spoke up. “It was after a mission they had in Sokovia battling a rogue AI called Ultron.”
“I am actually made up with parts of Ultron,” Vision said. “Along with parts of Mr. Stark, Dr. Banner, and a former AI called JARVIS. However, I am still my own man.”
“It's a pleasure to meet you both,” I commented. My eyes then turned to the man on the far right with the metal arm. Those steel gray eyes just pierced through me, like lightning striking across the night sky. He had a chiseled jawline, a clean shaven face, and plump pink lips that looked extremely mesmerizing. The thick brown hair on top of his head I just wanted to run my fingers through it. I could feel my face blushing just looking at him. The man looked at me with slightly wide eyes and a small smile barely visible. Then I heard Steve's voice.
“Buck, don't be rude.” he said. “Say something to her.”
“Hi,” he said quietly. Oh his voice… deep, soothing. I was speechless.
Steve rolled his eyes. “Wow, you're hopeless. Raina, this is my best friend Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. But he goes by Bucky. He's a super soldier like myself who went through a tough time. He was a part of HYDRA for a while because he had control over his mind infamously known as the Winter Soldier. Along with…” Steve glanced at Tony and Rhodey “other scenarios.” “But after some soul searching, mediation, and recommendations from me…”
“You mean begging,” Tony snarked.
“I was able to convince Tony to let him join the Avengers to help him continue going straight.” Steve finished.
I looked back at James…. I mean Bucky. He was still staring at me and I could see a faint blush on his cheeks. He instantly tore his gaze away from me and looked down and the ground.
“He's normally not this quiet,” Steve commented. “But I guess he just needs to get to know you better.”
I gathered my thoughts after staring at the man in front of me. “It's nice to meet you, Bucky.” I said.
He nodded his head and his smile widened a bit.
“Well, now that greetings are out of the way let's get you settled in.” Tony said. “Wanda, will you help show Raina to her room?”
“I'll carry your bags again,” Steve commented. As I walked with Steve and Wanda to my new room, my eyes glanced at Bucky again. He was staring at me with those beautiful eyes of his, and I felt my blush return to my face.
“Oh, this is gonna be an experience” I thought.
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Cheeky
Pairing: Legolas x (f)Reader  (SORRY!!!)
Summary: Legolas decided to be a little cheeky ;)
Word Count: 1,500+
A/N: Yeah, so it’s super short cause it seemed to end well and I’ve been working on this since I was like 12 and idk how to continue, so here ya go. Okay, so I always see super fluffy Legolas fics, but no, he’s a sassy little ass, so here, have some sassy little Legolas
Warnings: Everyone has a fucking ugly laugh, man. Also,,,,,,lots of swearing
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Traveling with the fellowship, albeit terribly enjoyable (despite the intentions behind everything) was still awfully annoying. Especially when it meant that you were surrounded completely by men. You had no problem with it, it’s just that after awhile it became very emotionally taxing. Especially when it meant that there was only time for one group of people to bathe, more often than not, that being everyone else, because they drastically outnumbered you.
It also didn’t help that your sole focus on this mission was being the medic. It was the only way you could volunteer yourself, not having any particular amazing heritage or incredibly valuable skill set. Not to say that you weren’t a good fighter, no. You were definitely amazing in combat, being more agile and nimble than the rest (except for a certain Elf prince), despite the fact that outside of combat, you have the tendency to trip on air. They all knew what an asset you were, although it often slipped their minds that such a quiet and meek-ish human was essential to their journey, often taking you for granted.
But no more. You had a plan. Which, now thinking about it, probably wasn’t gonna work. You let out an audible sigh at the realization of how unrealistic your plan was, and that you had bigger things to worry about.
Only Sam seemed to have heard you, running slightly, to catch up to you, offering you a look of sympathy. Sam Gamgee and you understood each other, both being seen as the weak links, despite the both of you knowing that the well-being of the Fellowship rested on the both of your shoulders.
“What’sa matter?” He asked, slightly panting, despite all the travel, still not completely comfortable with the amount of trekking the group of you seemed to do.
“Sick ‘n tired of not bein’ taken seriously.” You muttered, your words slightly slurred from exhaustion and over-exertion.
He gave you a small smile, his eyes full of sympathy. “Believe me, I understand completely.” He said, with his cute little hobbit accent poking through.
You returned his smile, resting your arm on his shoulder. “I keep telling ya, Samwise Gamgee, that the two of us needa get drunk once, together.” You said jokingly, boisterous laughs escaping from the both of you, only replaced by wheezing as you continued your trek up the steep slope, lingering slightly behind Gilmi and Legolas, both of who were bickering, as usual.
The two of you continued up in silence, being with the only person who truly understood you. You straightened your back slightly, your back protesting slightly in pain from the weight it caused to move your backpack from your back to your shoulders, though you ignored it, looking up for a clearing of the rocky terrain where the lot of you could hopefully rest for the night. You caught sight of a clearing, about another hundred or so feet up, your back instantly hunching over to accommodate the weight of your backpack.
“Legolas.” You wheezed out slightly, unsure of if the elf would hear you, though he surprisingly turned around, looking at you with unsure eyes, which seemed to pierce deep throughout your soul.
Not wanting to deal with the oddly intimidating stare of your companion, you motioned with your head, towards the slight clearing, his eyes looking over to where you had motioned, before giving you a curt nod, motioning the clearing to Aragorn, who was loitering in the back with the remaining hobbits.
Legolas and Gilmi, who had been in front of you, were currently running up the steepening slope, Legolas reaching the top in mere moments, his shorter and stouter companion, wheezing slightly and muttering curses under his breath at the prince.
Grumbling angrily, you followed behind them, muttering darkly about the damn showoff of an elf. You knew that it would take you a bit longer to reach the top, about five minutes or so, and seeing the blonde elf grin down at you cockily made you even more frustrated, mumbling many swears, not remembering that Sam was beside you, who now looked very concerned for you, but decided not to question it.
It seemed that your anger and grit had slowed you down, the rest of the fellowship passing you, to your dismay on your way up. Grumbling at them each, you continued, dumping your pack on the ground as soon as you had made it to the clearing, glaring at them all, amused looks on all of their faces.
“What seems to be the problem, Miss (Y/N)?” Gandalf asked rather kindly.
“You’re all bloody stupid! And fucking annoying!” You snapped at him, feeling instantly bad, and apologizing profusely to the wizard.
“What did we do that was so bad?” Sam asked, his eyes wide, and looking full of hurt.
Your heart seemed to crush at his pitiful look, your anger evaporating. “No, not you, Sam. You’re an angel.” You said rather truthfully, wanting to hug him, always seeing him as a younger brother, despite him being a few decades older than you.
“And I suppose the rest of us are as bad as the Orcs.” Legolas said, his voice challenging and calculated as always, though sounding a bit boisterous.
“I’d rather take on an army of orcs than deal with you right now.” You spat out, glaring at him, his stupid smirk unwavering.  
“You couldn’t take on an army of orcs by yourself.” He said, stating it simply, as if it were fact.
You gasped audibly, rage taking over, and instinctively, you grabbed for your dagger, tucked away in your boot, bringing it up to rest at the base of his throat in one smooth and swift motion, the stupid elf not even flinching.
“I’ll have you know that I am very capable, Mister Prince Elf of Mirkwood.” You spat out, your face contorted in anger. You removed your dagger from his throat, placing it back in its sheath, hidden in your boot.
“I never said I doubted you, Miss (Y/N).” He said, mockingly, repeating Gandalf’s words.
"You're infuriating!" You screeched, ready to launch yourself onto him and punch him in his stupidly perfect face. Feeling red hot fury flow through your veins, your hands forming unnaturally tight fists, your knuckles turning white, little angry crescent marks etching themselves onto your palms, your entire body visibly shaking with anger.
You turned away from his infuriating smirk, trying to regain control of your emotions, hearing his amused little chortle. You took a deep breath in, trying to ignore him. “Let’s just make the stupid camp.” You said, your emotions doing a complete 180, exasperation and exhaustion returning to your body like old, unwanted friends.
Ignoring your companions, you tended to setting up the campfire, to provide some warmth and maybe cooked food. Oh, it had been so long since you had warm food. Or just food in general. You had grabbed some firewood, and had set up the small little fire pit, all of this managing to help you calm down.  
The entirety of the makeshift camp had been set up in a few minutes, the fire pit being no exception. However, you started to feel annoyance build up after five minutes of attempting to start a fire, earning a snicker from one of your comrades, practically feeling his eyes on the back of your neck.
“You’re going to have to learn how to set a fire properly.” Legolas said from behind you, standing on a boulder, his eyes dancing with amusement, his voice laced with amusement.
“Oh, and why is that?” You asked, annoyed and frustrated, looking up from your lack of fire, your eyes cold and hard.
“Because how can you be expected to be betrothed to an elf and not know how to start a proper fire?” He asked knowingly, his words dripping with cockiness.
You stared at him for a few minutes, utterly confused and positive that he had rattled something loose with all the happy running he did, before the gears in your brain started to move, saying the most intelligible thing that came to mind, “Hah?”
A smirk made its way onto his face, before he leaned down, bringing his face dangerously close to yours. “You like me.” He said, rather cheekily, before standing up to full height, smirking as you spluttered, trying to find an appropriate response for what had just happened.
Feeling even more confused, you opened your mouth and closed it, gaping at him, before you tilted your head to the side, repeating your same confusion from earlier. “Hah?”
You like him!? The idea was preposterous!
“You like him.” You heard Boromir say, obviously uninterested, from where he was perched on a rock, not looking up.
You turned to gape at him, standing up from your crouched position, feeling wildly and thoroughly confused. “Why would I like this ass!?” You asked, a little too excited, feeling too many things to process at the moment.
“Because you do.” The hobbits added, you gasping in shock when even Sam, betrayed you.
“I do not!” You said rather indignantly, choosing to ignore the large smirk on Legolas’ face, watching you try not to explode.
“I hate to say this, because you’re a good lass, but you do like the elf.” Gilmi agreed reluctantly.
“Since when did this become ‘shit on (Y/N)’ day?” You asked, feeling rather mad that you had been all ganged up on. “Besides, all he does is annoy me! I don’t like him!” You cried out, rather indignantly, though the more you said it, the more it sounded like a lie, and you were hating that.
“Then what do you like?” Aragorn asked, softly and rather calculated, seeming uninterested.
You opened your mouth, before closing it slightly, before blurting it out, not really thinking any of this through. “Infuriating perfection. Like when someone is so perfect, but it also makes me want to knock their teeth out.” You only realized as soon as the words had come out of your mouth, the wall that you had been backed into.
Loud laughs emitted the entire group, much to your dismay, and continued despite your indignant hisses of ‘I don’t like him!!’
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fly me to the moon.
genre: fluff, angst. character/s: im changkyun | reader. overview: you didn't realize changkyun was being dead serious when he said he was going to get you a planet. word count: 3072.
You met Im Changkyun on your very first day of orientation at the space station. Donning the dark blue jumpsuit, you almost mistook him for an engineering technician if not for your immediate supervisor, who later on introduced you to him. Changkyun said there was a very noticeable spark in your eyes the moment he introduced himself as a "space traveller", but you argue that, actually, you were rolling your eyes. And it was love at first sight.
Or, at least, that's the version you and Changkyun tell your friends and family whenever they ask about the story of how you two met, because the real version was far too embarrassing.
In reality, you met him within your first week at the space station. Changkyun became your proof that, indeed, light travels faster than sound, because the first thing you noticed is the barpin attached to the left side of his chest. Astronaut, the pin read. And for a science geek like you are, astronauts were the Einsteins and the Newtons and the Galileos of the modern age. They were, to your standards, at a god-like level. And it didn't help that your father used to be an astronaut. You've met astronauts before, of course – you recognized even some of them as your father's colleagues – but nothing could ever compare to the feeling you've had after meeting one for the very first time in a long time, and it just so happened that the very first astronaut you meet is Im Changkyun.
For your first week, you've heard all sorts of things about him – about how he was around your age, only older; about how he was an aeronautics genius, having qualified for the position when he was only nineteen; and about how he rarely ever talks to anyone, despite knowing almost everyone in the station. And while you see him sometimes around your department, you remained in your own orbit of endless paperwork and debugging.
Being fairly new on the job, you were the object of all menial tasks that your superiors wouldn't want to get their hands on. And, wanting to prove that you bagged the position based on your credentials and not your last name, you stayed behind the first few days to be able to keep up with the backlogs left behind by your predecessor. You felt proud of yourself, knowing you were surrounded by people who understood the real nature and significance of your line of work – that is, until Friday night when everyone had rushed home even before the clock struck five.
The entire floor was silent, except for the occasional sound of the printer from another office and the tapping on the keyboard as you were finishing up the codes for a test project. Solely focused on your work, you didn't notice how the machine from next door stopped in the middle of a printing job. You only realized this when Changkyun brought the printer to you himself.
"Hey," he said, making you almost jump in your seat from surprise. His eyebrows were furrowed behind his glasses as he looked down at the printer cradled in his arms, like a father bringing his sick child to a doctor. "You know stuff about printers, right? Could you help me out a bit?"
Standing up from your seat, you noticed wires trailing behind him. "I'm sorry, you must be in the middle of something," Changkyun continued. "It's just that everyone's gone home and I can't find anybody else but you to help me."
"It's okay," you managed to croak. Although slightly annoyed that he thought you could fix all computer hardware problems being a computer scientist, you let it go, convincing yourself that he didn't really have anyone to ask help from.
As you flip the printer over and open the cover, the boy behind you looked on with curiosity. Light travels faster than sound, because Changkyun looked smart until you heard him ask, "Do you know where cows come from?"
"Huh?" you asked, peeling your eyes away from the printer you were disassembling and looking back at him.
Changkyun wore a straight face when he replied, "From the Milky Way," as if he was expecting you to laugh. You only blinked back at him, confused, and carried on with fixing the printer. It turned out that he only ran out of ink, and assuming he was doing loads of paperwork, you guessed he would need more, so you gave him handfuls of new ink cartridges. After you taught him how to replace the cartridge, the astronaut went well on his way, lugging the bulky machine with him. It was only when he left that you realize he was telling you a joke, and a bad one at that.
So Changkyun himself debunked your own view of him as someone you should idolize, because the next few times you saw him, you realize he is actually a kid in a man's body and not the god you've made him out to be. He had swivel chair races with his fellow astronauts on their free time. During lunch, in a tray full of glasses of orange juice and iced tea, he was the only one who asks for a carton of milk. And every single time he would pass by you, he never failed to tell you a joke which was, most of the time, godawfully space-related. Sometimes his jokes were too scientific you don't even understand them. But, still, Changkyun persevered. He was determined to Google all possible jokes in hopes of finally making you laugh.
The day it did happen, Changkyun wasn't even joking. He brought you along with him, for "part two of your orientation", on a loaded spacecraft that was ready to disembark at any time. As he was busily tinkering with the cupboards, which he called space cabinet, one of the doors hit him smack dab in the middle of his face, taking him by surprise. The look on his face was too much for you to handle, causing you to burst out laughing. And it shook his soul down to its core. Because this, he realized, was a black hole he was never getting out of.
When you calm down a few seconds later, you exhaled deeply. "To be honest, I've never been inside a rocketship before," you said, taking small, careful steps and fighting the urge to touch the controllers.
"Yeah? Why would it be weird? A lot of people have never been inside a rocketship either."
"If you consider the fact that my dad was an astronaut, then yeah, it's pretty weird."
Changkyun's eyes widened. "Your dad was an astronaut? Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Well, he's pretty... well-known for being an astronaut."
He gasped. "Is your dad Neil Armstrong? Or Buzz Aldrin? What Apollo mission was he in?"
"The Apollo 21," you whispered, causing Changkyun's excitement to quickly die down.
"You mean–"
"The rocket that never launched, yeah."
Both of you grew quiet afterwards, and the silence inside the spacecraft was deafening. It ached to be even thinking about your dad again, and although you knew working in the same space station as he did would only make you remember him more, you knew it was the closest you could ever get to being with him again, so who were you to pass the opportunity up?
When your gaze met Changkyun's, you saw him open his mouth, as if to say something in consolation. But you didn't want him to feel bad for bringing the subject up when, really, it was something you've grown to accept. So you tried to bring the mood back up by saying, "Hey, do you know which planet keeps remarrying?"
The boy immediately turned to look at you. "Huh?"
"Saturn," you replied.
This caused the left corner of Changkyun's mouth to twitch. "Right, because of the rings," he said, letting out a tight laugh. With a wave of his hand, he motioned for you to follow closely behind him. "Well, that was a nice attempt, but can we both agree that I'm the only one who can do the jokes from now on?"
"Whatever you say, space boy," you responded, shaking your head in disbelief as you followed him out of the rocketship.
Pretty much everyone in the station assumed you were dating, so it wasn't a big deal to be actually dating Im Changkyun. Dates with an astronaut weren't all that different compared to dates you've had before with regular college guys. More often than not, you dated over work, especially on days he didn't have aircraft training. He would drop by your department and always manage to find an excuse to stay.
"I don't understand a single line of code. Can you please dumb it down for me?" he asked as he burst through the glass doors of the office, bringing with him folders of the printed source code of the latest robotics experiment.
You narrowed your eyes at him. "Did you just waste ink on that?"
Changkyun's eyes widened at your accusation, and he clutched his chest as he gasped. "Me? Waste ink? Just so I would have an excuse to come see you and flirt? What do you think of me, the best boyfriend ever? I'm offended, [Y/N[," he said dramatically, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disapproval.
In fear of getting scolded by your superior, you rolled your eyes and got on with the task, anyway, laying out the code line by line. Your boyfriend, who was acting as if he didn't develop the software himself, knew when to nod and hum in approval to make it seem as if he were learning something completely new.
Once you were done, you frowned after seeing Changkyun staring at you intently. "What now?"
"Nothing," he explained, making no move to gather his papers. "I just noticed how you sound so hot when you talk smart."
His remarks earned him a slap on the arm, and as you shooed him out of your office, you made him promise not to come see you there, in fear of getting reprimanded.
So instead of the office, dates were conducted in the station's observation deck, especially during Friday nights when you were the only two left behind in the office. But for this random night, however, you were surprised when Changkyun came a little more prepared. In his casual clothes, he led you out towards the deck, which had a good view not only of the city but also of the clear, night sky. Thinking it was the same as your previous dates, you were taken aback after seeing your favorite snacks atop the blanket laid out on the floor.
"What's this?" you asked, already halfway through kicking your heels off and settling into a comfortable position on the floor. "You didn't do anything bad, did you?"
Your boyfriend was quick to defend himself. "I did not!" After a short while, though, he added, "Not really."
You frowned, patting the space beside you for him to occupy. He took his shoes off and crawled behind you, spreading his legs far apart enough for you to settle in between. "Bad news?"
He nodded, handing you the bags of snacks he brought. Resting his chin over your shoulder, he gave your head a reassuring peck. "But tell me about your day first."
"You can't tell me you have bad news and then ask me about my day," you sighed, turning to look at him.
"Finish all the snacks first," Changkyun said. "And then I'll tell you."
He had a stern look on his face, so you knew better than to disobey, even if your curiosity was killing you. You obliged, popping each snack open one by one, as he constantly asked you questions to keep you talking about your day. Once you finished, you pointed at the empty wrappers on the floor by your feet and looked back at him. "Now, can you please tell me what's going on?"
Changkyun hesitated, but made sure not to look into your eyes when he said, "They're sending me off on a mission."
"Do you want one?" he asked out of nowhere.
You frowned. "I thought I finished the last one?"
He flashed a small smile. "Not the snacks, silly," Changkyun said, squeezing your hand and, after a while, added, "I meant the exoplanets."
"I thought they're sending you off to the moon?"
"They are," he assured, glad that you had your back against his chest and your gaze fixed on the night sky so that he didn't have to see the sad look on your face. "Just... there's no mall in space. I want to get you a present for when I come back. There's no signal, either, so I won't be able to answer your calls to tell you I'm coming home for dinner."
"You're not even coming back," you replied, voice breaking by the end of the sentence. And suddenly you were eight again, watching as your father packed his bags and listening to him talk about how his trip to the moon is going to be like, as if it were as simple as a trip to the park. Twelve moons, he said, and twelve suns – that's how long you were supposed to wait until he returns. But thousands of moons and suns have come and gone and he was still nowhere to be found.
"I will," Changkyun protested, holding onto you by the hips so he could force you to face him. "Thirty-one suns and thirty moons. By the thirty-first moon, I'll be right here with you, I promise."
"Promise me."
He frowned. "I already said I promise."
"No, promise me with something else."
"Ya– weren't you listening? I already told you I'll get an exoplanet for you!"
You were crying by this point, but the look on his face was too funny that you couldn't help but laugh, so you let out a few giggles, sniffling afterwards. "You're just saying that to cheer me up."
"I am, and also to assure you I'm coming back," he said, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe your cheeks. "Now give me a name. Make it sound less complicated, okay, not like the usual 16 Cygni Bb crap they've been calling planets these days."
"What about Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?" you tried, fixing your composure because you know you can't be selfish enough to ask him to stay for you.
His eyebrows furrowed. "That's a mouthful."
"You just said not to make it sound too technical."
"Fine," the boy huffed. He wiggled his shoulders in an attempt to be cute and spread his arms out wide. "Now come kiss me, I'm upset I lost this argument."
So you did, peppering his lips with soft pecks. And when Changkyun pulled away from the kiss, he wore a mischievous grin across his face. "Ey, you kissed me! You like me, don't you?"
"Shut the hell up, space boy."
The day of Changkyun's launch, you held him a little closer, a tad bit tighter. You only stepped back when people from the media made their way towards him to ask him a few questions. Trying not to cry, you pulled yourself together and also pulled him towards you for the last time before he left.
"I'm not gonna die, mom," he said, voice so soft and warm that it made your eyes water a little.
"I know, just..." you sighed, swallowing the lump in your throat that threatened to rise as you squeezed both his hands. "Just come home for dinner, space boy. I'll be waiting." And before your tears spilled, you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him.
It didn't take long before he had to go, with the rest of his crew almost dragging him towards the ship. You made sure you stood by the spacecraft with a fire extinguisher on hand, because if there was one thing you were good at, it was at never committing the same mistake twice, and no launchpad failure was ever going to cost you another loved one. Heartbreak for you came in the form of a countdown, and you held your breath as the rocket launched. The ship skyrocketed to the heavens in a matter of seconds. And it was only when the station received transmissions from the spacecraft that you were able to breathe again.
For an entire month, you felt like a lost astronaut drifting aimlessly in space, anxiously waiting. For an entire month, you became a proof to Einstein's Theory of Relativity, because every single day felt like a century. So to distract yourself, albeit momentarily, you focus all your attention to work, trying to get as many projects as possible done by the end of every shift. This technique seemed to work well for you, because you mixed up the thirtieth moon with the thirty-first sun after pulling an all-nighter at the space station.  
With your head over your mouse pad, you woke up to someone shaking your shoulder. Knowing it must be the maintenance personnel again coming to wake you up so they could clean, you waved it off and turned your head the other way. The shaking continued however, which caused you to groan in irritation.
"Please just let me get ten more minutes of sleep and then I'll go, I promise."
"Houston, we have a problem," the voice replied, and you know exactly who it belonged to. You would recognize this voice even if it were lightyears away. And as you were frozen in place, he continued, "I know you asked for Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious..."
The grogginess left your mind as you lifted your head up and glanced behind you. And there, sitting on the swivel chair, was your space boy holding up a certificate with a small golden seal on the bottom right corner. He looked distraught, as if he had been told that the Earth was actually flat.
"...but I was only allowed to name it Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious II. Is that okay?"
In your happiness, you jumped at him, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck as you pepper his face with kisses all over. Changkyun stumbled back, surprised at the sudden weight, but managed to find his footing as he leaned back against one of the desks.
"Welcome back to Earth, space boy."
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Being Human 3
A/n: no warnings for this chapter 
Words: 2,422
Link to Chapter 2
Pairings: Gabriel x ofc. 
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Andi woke up a few weeks later with Gabriel’s arms wrapped around her. The memories of the previous night came back full force. After making love a few times they had passed out around 1 am. It had been pretty much the same routine for weeks. Andi turned slightly to look at Gabriel. He was still snuggled against the counter and looked completely peaceful. She smiled resisting the urge to lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek. Not wanting to wake Gabriel, Andi slowly slipped out of the bed and pulled on some abandoned leggings and a loose t shirt.
Walking toward the kitchen she froze the moment the sight of Sam and Dean walking in made her freeze.
“Sissy, we are home!”
Dean said cheerfully. Andi blinked nervously before looking back toward her room. This was totally not the way that she wanted to explain to her brothers that she was now seeing an archangel. This was the way to get Gabriel killed. She could only hope that when he woke up he put his pants on.
“I see. I thought you all weren’t going to be home for a bit.”
Sam shrugged as he walked to the refrigerator for a bottle of water.
“We warped things up quick. We were feeling bad about leaving you for so long.”
Andi chuckled as she twirled a strand of her brown hair around her finger.
“Awe shucks guys. That is so sweet but really I am just fine on my own. I was categorizing my rock collection and working on research that you asked for. I was cool.”
Dean frowned.
“Rock collection? How old are you Andi? Better yet what are you up to?”
Andi gaped at her older brother.
“What are you talking about?”
Sam chuckled.
“You are getting all nervous and stuttering. Come on Andi what is going on?”
Dean took out a beer looking at his sister with a smile.
“Got a guy in your room or something?”
Andi laughed but stopped mid giggle as she judged her brother’s moods for reactions.
“Uh yeah actually I do. That is what I want to talk to you two about before you get all irrational and go for blood like a heard of wild vikings.”
Both of her brother’s faces went from amused to livid in 2 seconds flat. Dean put his drink down and shot up from his seat.
“What the fuck Andi? Who the hell is he? I’m gonna kill him!”
Sam looked over at Dean.
“Dean, calm down.”
Dean glared over at Sam.
“Sammy some dude has been in there feeling up our sister! Do you really want to have this conversation right now?
Sam sighed.
“Yeah Dean actually I do. Andi is plenty old enough to have a relationship with someone. We can’t control everything that she does. Andi do we know him?”
Andi groaned putting her hand on her face. This was going down hill way too fast!
“Yeah, you do know him and before you both hit the ceiling I want you to listen to me. I am really wanting to see where this goes with this guy and it isn’t going to be up to you to tell me what I can and can’t do. I get that you two are protective especially after what happened to Adam but I want you to respect my decision.”
Sam and Dean exchanged looks before looking back to their little sister. Dean crossed his arms.
“Who is it?”
Andi took a breath.
“I’ve been seeing Gabriel.”
Both Sam and Dean started laughing like a heard of hyenas. When Andi didn’t start laughing they both went serious. Sam looked at his sister closely.
“Like the archangel Gabriel?”
Andi nodded.
“That’s the other thing….he’s kind of human.”
Dean scoffed.
“Yeah. This is the craziest thing I have ever heard in my life.”
“Well she is telling you the truth.”
All three of the Winchester’s turned to see Gabriel standing in the doorway. Both Sam and Dean looked completely shocked.
“Gabriel.”
Sam managed to get his name out clearly almost shocked. Dean however, was livid.
“You touch our sister? You better be a freaking archangel because I am going to kill you!”
Gabriel looked around nervously clearly plotting what his next move would be.
“Bring it big boy.”
Gabriel said coldly as Andi quickly walked to him wrapping her arms around his waist. Dean looked sick at the sight of his baby sister in the archangel’s arms.
“I have got to be imagining all of this. Andi this is a big hell to the fuck no!”
Dean said coldly. Andi frowned trying to keep Gabriel from going after Dean. It didn’t take common sense to know the two beating the crap out of each other wasn’t going to end pretty for anyone!
“Dean it isn’t your decision to make. I want you to respect my choices or I can leave.”
Sam quickly stood holding his hands up.
“All right! Whoa! Lets just stop right now! All of us just needs to calm down! Dean we just agreed to go with her on this.”
Dean looked if possible angrier.
“That was before I figured out who the hell she was dating!”
Sam groaned.
“Dean, Gabriel has believe it or not done a lot for us. Minus all of the tricks, killing you, and driving me up the fall he did get us away from Lucifer by sacrificing himself. If anyone would be a good match for Andi he would be a good match. He can also smite anyone that tries anything.”
Gabriel chuckled at that.
“Yeah, about that….I am kind of missing my archangel juice at the moment.”
Dean raised an eyebrow.
“So you are just a lowly mortal like us?”
Gabriel nodded.
“What part of I have lost my archangel mojo escapes your understanding?”
Dean rolled his eyes making a mental note to rib Cas about his and Gabriel really being brother later.
“So you decided to come down here and hook up with our sister?”
Andi held her hand up having enough of the stupid conversation at hand. She knew that Dean was just being her protective brother but she had enough.
“Dean, I am dating Gabriel now and that is that. You three will have to learn to get along. Come on Gabriel. I’m ready for another nap.”
Gabriel gave the Winchester brother’s a smirk before turning and following Andi back to her bedroom. Shutting the door he watched as Andi began to remove her plaid shirt while mumbling to herself.
“So was that the worst of it sugar?”
Andi turned looking back to Gabriel who was looking at her with a frown. She shrugged.
“They aren’t going to be happy for a while but I don’t really give a damn.”
Gabriel shrugged as he undid his shirt joining her in bed.
The following few months was interesting to say the least. Dean still muttered words of disapproval anytime he saw Gabriel and Andi together. If they were cuddling on the couch or even just in the room together he would make comments. Sam meanwhile, was trying his best to get used to seeing his sister with Gabriel.  
One morning Luna woke up earlier than normal and padded into the kitchen. Turning on the coffee pot while yawning she almost screamed when she noticed Lucifer sitting at the table.
“Lucifer what are you doing here?”
She asked looking around for Sam and plotting a way to get Satan out of the bunker. Lucifer rolled his eyes.
“Sheesh kid I have no interest in Sam anymore. I am here because I heard some things about my wee little brother’s condition and I am here to fix him.”
Andi frowned.
“You’re here to fix Gabriel? Like turn him back into an angel?”
Lucifer nodded. Andi looked down. Lucifer meanwhile, grinned innocently.
“I take it you like human Gabriel.”
Andi looked up focusing her green eyes on the angel in front of her.
“Well yes I do. I don’t think he will want me if he’s an angel and I’m a human.”
Lucifer rolled his eyes making a gagging motion.
“Oh save me the chick flick moments! If it was me that would be a no. I don’t do humans. Gabriel on the other hand, has a fondness with humans that I for one don’t understand. You see nice enough. You have some good snarky side that I personally enjoy so I can live with you. You aren’t annoying, except for right now, so if you want my brother I can bet you money he will stay with you.”
Andi gave Lucifer a glare before going back to her coffee.
“Can I offer you coffee or will that turn you into super Satan mode where I don’t like you even more than I already do?”
Lucifer chuckled.
“Ah girly you are amusing. However, you may want to stop drinking that coffee or switch to decaff one. Caffeine is bad for babies.”
Andi rolled her eyes.
“I am not a baby doofus.”
Lucifer stood walking into the kitchen and inconstantly started stroking his finger over his top lip.
“Yeah but that baby inside of you is.”
Andi put down her cup. Her eyes widened as she turned back to the man beside her.
“What are you saying Lucifer?”
Lucifer groaned.
“Do I have to draw you a damn picture child? Ok, lets go over this, when a daddy and a mommy love each other very much and there is enough tequila sexy things happen and 9 months later a bundle of joy shows up.”
Andi’s mouth dropped even further.
“I’m pregnant?”
Lucifer grinned, nodding his head like an excited child.
“Well look at you! You are finally catching on! I’m guessing Gabriel doesn’t know.”
Andi shook her head.
“No you gigantic creep I didn’t even know!”
Lucifer sighed as he guided Andi to the table sitting her down. He walked back to the kitchen taking out some milk and pouring it into a glass. Lucifer came back to Andi handing her the glass with a smug.
“I care about my nephew.”
Andi put her head in her hand.
“How the hell did this happen? I’m on birth control? Yeah Gabriel and I have been fucking like bunnies but he’s human.”
Lucifer looked at Andi with a smirk.
“Ok honey bunch let me tell you a thing. My brother, Raphael, isn’t the smartest creature in the universe. When he took Gabriel’s grace he didn’t take all of it. So when you all were getting nasty his boys are more powerful than that birth control you are on. Congratulations archangel baby coming up. Due….how the hell do I know?”
Andi put a hand on her head as she got up and started to pace.
“This is bad Luci. This is really bad!”
Lucifer tilted his head to the side.
“Uh how? This is actually pretty cool. This kid could be a total weapon to use against my other stupid brothers. Its a gift.”
Andi glared at Lucifer.
“You will not be using my child as a weapon and you know Gabriel won’t let you.”
She turned storming back to her bedroom slamming the door. Gabriel who had been slowly waking up looked up quickly.
“Whoa sugar too early for all the door slamming. What has your brother done now?”
Andi looked at her boyfriend carefully.
“It wasn’t my brother but yours.”
Gabriel quickly stood.
“Which one?”
Andi walked closer to Gabriel sealing the gap between the two.
“Lucifer is sitting in the kitchen making tea.”
Gabriel turned to face the door before looking back to his lover.
“What did he want?”
Andi sighed before beginning to twirl a strand of her hair around her finger.
“Well Gabriel, he came to turn you back into an angel. So I guess that means you will be checking out and getting with another non human.”
Gabriel frowned harder looking at the woman in front of I him. Was she really that blind to see that he loved her more than he had anyone else in existence?
“Um no. I kind of thought we had a thing going on here. Typically when I say I love you it isn’t done lightly. I’m with you Andi.”
Gabriel leaned forward pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. Andi sighed happily before the seriousness of the situation came back to her.
“That’s good Gabe because we have a really big problem.”
Gabriel tilted his head still smiling.
“So what is the problem peach?”
Andi took a breath.
“I’m pregnant Gabriel.”
Gabriel’s happy smiled immediately faded as he looked down to Andi’s flat stomach.
“What? How?”
Andi sighed, as she sat down on the bed.
“Lucifer sensed it. Apparently Raphael isn’t the powerful super mutant ninja angel that he thinks he is when he took your grace away he didn’t really get all of it. Your boys were still at archangel strength and went right through the pills I take. Congratulations daddy.”
Gabriel didn’t move as he was obviously trying to justify everything in his mind as to what was happening. Andi gave Gabriel a few moments to take everything in before speaking.
“What are we going to do Gabriel? You know once that your brothers and the just angels find out about this we will be target number one. Maybe not you but the baby and I will be the first person that they will want to take out. Half breeds aren’t thought of highly and with you being an archangel…”
Gabriel reached out pulling Andi back into his arms.
“Clearly we weren’t expecting this but you think I am going to let someone hurt you or the baby? We are having a little half angel half human baby….oh my dad!”
Andi smiled as the full force of the conversation finally hit Gabriel.
“Welcome to the conversation love. Now we should really go get Lucifer to turn you back into yourself and probably tell my brothers.”
Gabriel nodded unable to speak for the first time in a long time.
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