#he’s the same guy who got stuck in a chimney and lost in every place he’s ever been

[homemadebabka]

so funny how hardcore one piece introduces zoro because you find out like an episode later that he’s the #2 stupidest guy on earth

[potterbite]

With me, you are safe

Wow, so this got away from me. Here’s 2500 words of Buck falling in love in Montana, why he went to Peru and a disastrous date in present day. Eddie to the rescue!

On AO3. 

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He first met Johnny when working at a ranch in Montana. 

He was searching the country for the parts of himself that were missing, hoping to find them if he just tried hard enough, ignoring the sadness pounding inside him at every heartbeat. 

Johnny was a few years older and had something rugged about him that appealed to Buck.  Maybe it was those eyes that seemed to gaze into your soul, or that blatant confidence in everything he did. Nevertheless, Buck quickly found himself navigating towards the other man, happy to have finally found a friendly face that saw him for who he was. With Johnny around, somehow, the emptiness did not feel as overwhelming. 

They’d gone out for a few beers one night when Johnny took his hand under the table, interlacing their fingers. Surprised, albeit pleasantly so, Buck had looked up at the older man to see that confident smile plastered on his face, and Johnny had surged forward for a kiss that Buck was not expecting but somehow did not rattle him even a little bit; it felt good. 

The following weeks were a jumble of stolen kisses during the day and sleepless nights under the stars. 

Johnny left a few weeks later, promising Buck they would meet again and that he’d get in touch as soon as he had found this new place he was searching for. Buck had realized that a lot of the guys at the ranch carried that same sadness he himself did and was not surprised that Johnny felt it too. The restlessness. 

So he let Johnny go, and Buck left the ranch some time after, continuing his journey in the jeep that had somehow become the one constant in his life. Maybe he felt a little less empty, some space inside of him filled with a new feeling; hope for the future. 

He didn’t tell Maddie about Johnny in his letters; he was worried that if he wrote it down it would become something tangible instead of those amazing, blurry weeks that felt plucked from a dream. Someone else’s dream. 

Ten months went by before he heard from Johnny again, and at that point Buck had even tried to forget his time at the ranch altogether by dating the girl who taught him to surf.

Neither of those things worked out, the girl less so than the surfing.  

Johnny’s text was short, but still had Buck’s heart beating a mile a minute. 

Meet me in Peru. I miss you.

Buck left the country three days later, no questions asked, and nothing with him except for a backpack and his swelling heart. 

Meeting Johnny again felt as if no time had gone by at all, and Buck was soon caught up in the whirlwind. When Johnny looked at him it made him feel as if he were the only thing in the world that mattered and Buck was addicted. Needed to be where Johnny was. So he took a job at the same bar Johnny worked in, figuring he should at least get some use out of that bartender knowledge.

When Johnny left again, it was just as abrupt as it had been back in Montana. This time though, it hurt much more. At the ranch, Buck hadn’t fully understood how swept up in Johnny he was. He still didn’t, but somehow his gut knew. 

And it hurt. The offhand way he told Buck he had fallen for this ‘awesome chick’ and that they would be going to Florida the very next day. While lying naked in bed with Buck. And the casual way he leaned in for another kiss after that statement, as if everything was just a laugh.

Buck would feel sick afterwards, for months trying to get that dirty feeling out of his body, but he gave his body up to Johnny that night in a way he had never done before. Perhaps he had hoped - no, prayed, that it would alter the other man’s plans. That it would make Johnny feel something real for Buck. 

Nothing changed of course, and he was given the same promise as last time and a tight embrace that made him feel disgusted by himself for enjoying. 

Buck stayed in Peru for a while, not wanting to face reality. Somehow, he could pretend none of it had happened if he kept inside his bubble. Same guests at the bar. Same weather. Same mood.

When he finally left to go back to America, he promised himself that he would never again let someone else make him feel this way; unworthy, belittled and clingy.

---

“Buck?” A hand is shaking his shoulder, fingers warm and tight. Buck blinks twice at Eddie, who’s clearly been trying to get his attention for a while. Everyone is looking at him.

It’s ringing inside his ears, and he tries his best to come back to reality. It’s hard though.

The team got a call for a rescue, an elevator that had gotten stuck somewhere between the twelfth and thirteenth floor and the three passengers inside needed to get out before anyone dared to try and fix it. Easy enough. 

Buck is on rope watch while Eddie goes into the elevator to pick all of them out one by one, but when he gets out through the ceiling with the last man, Buck thinks he’s about to have a stroke.

It’s Johnny.

Silence presses on for a few precious seconds, but then Johnny (inevitably so) meets Buck’s eyes and a brilliant smile forms.

“Evan!” Johnny exclaims loudly, and Buck is vaguely aware of everyone stopping with whatever they’re doing to watch this scene unfold. He desperately wants to leave. Buck was always Evan back then, and Johnny is no different. 

“Hey, Johnny,” he forces out. 

The other man opens his mouth to say something, but Eddie cuts him off. “You can catch up later, we need to get off of this elevator.” He doesn’t look at Buck when he speaks, but it does the trick and everyone gets moving again. 

Knowing he can’t avoid it, Buck joins Johnny on the edge of the open ambulance. The team is close by, but still far enough that he can pretend they aren’t listening. 

“Long time,” Johnny comments, smiling again. And Buck hates how his stomach flutters at that. Hates how he automatically smiles back, his body working on its own accord.

“Yeah. How’ve you been?”

“Good, good.” He looks around, and laughs a bit. “Well, maybe not this precise moment. First time in LA for me.”

Buck nods. Ignores Johnny’s hand that has now landed somewhere on his thigh. “You’ll love it. What brought you here?”

Suddenly Johnny is even closer than before, fingers bunching up the fabric of his pants, breath warm on Buck’s face. “You.”

Seemingly out of nowhere, Eddie appears in front of them before Buck has a chance to reply or do anything at all. He’s grateful. 

“Everything alright?” Eddie looks straight at Buck, gaze so intense Johnny might as well have evaporated into thin air. 

Buck nods, not sure he has any words in him right now. Feelings jumbled around like the headphone cord in your pocket, knot upon knot. Butterflies and nausea for Johnny. A warmness somewhere in his abdomen for Eddie. Adrenaline from them both. 

Eddie doesn’t move away and maybe Johnny realizes it’s not a good time to press on because he stays silent. (Or maybe he still doesn’t care.)

“Alright, let’s pack this up,” Hen’s voice says then, looking knowingly at Buck. He gets up, and shivers when he feels Johnny’s fingers brush against his own before dropping. 

Bobby’s eyes are fluttering from Buck, to Eddie, to Johnny and then back again. 

Nobody speaks on the way back to the station, but Buck feels all eyes on him.

---

At the end of that shift, Chimney is the one that brings it up when they are in the changing room.

“So, are we allowed to ask?”

Buck freezes with his eyes inside the locker, hands balling into fists. 

“I guess that’s a no,” Chim continues casually. 

Buck releases a big breath, not sure why he feels so secretive of this past. He turns and leans against the locker instead.

“Johnny and I met in Montana years ago, when I was working at a ranch.” He tries to smile, but isn’t sure it comes out as genuine. Chimney is getting dressed while listening, Bobby and Eddie standing still, observing. 

Buck closes his eyes, feeling the heaviness set in. “Johnny was my first and only boyfriend.” He laughs bitterly. “And he’s also the reason I don’t date men.”

A quiet whistle from Chimney. “That bad, huh?”

Buck doesn’t reply, but his eyes snap open when Eddie speaks. Sounding a bit like he’s… hurt?

“You’ve never told me about him.”

Buck shrugs with one shoulder. “I prefer not to remember it,” he says honestly. 

Bobby steps forward. “Blocking out past memories is not always the way to go. Sometimes we need to face it, learn and grow.”

At this Buck nods. He’s lost for words again. 

---

A text comes later that night from an unknown number, but even so he knows who it’s from without looking.

Grab a drink with me.

And there’s that familiar feeling of being swept away. It’s as if he doesn’t really have a choice, needing to meet up with Johnny as much as he needs to breathe. So he replies, feeling both excited and sickened with himself at the same time, and they decide on a bar. Or rather, Johnny does and Buck has to figure out how to get there without driving.  

Outside of the bar, Buck has to wait for twenty minutes before Johnny arrives. No apologies though, just that blissful tight embrace, hands in under Buck’s t-shirt.

Buck shivers, and he’s not altogether sure if that’s a good thing or not. 

(Not like the shiver he gets when Eddie gives him that soft look. A shiver that makes him want to feed off of that expression for the rest of his life.)

Once they get a table, Johnny orders for the both of them without asking what Buck would like. Johnny was always like that, and it used to make Buck feel important. Still does, but now there’s an added element of feeling uncomfortable. Remembering how small it used to make him feel as well, as if he were depended on this man to help him through life.

The drink is gross, but he downs it in two big gulps. Johnny keeps touching him, not even speaking, and Buck craves it at the same time as he wants to run away from there and never look back. 

(Want it to be someone else’s eyes so close to his, dimples and scruff.)

There’s hands on his thigh, in his hair, on his waist, fingers teasing the zipper, lips wet on his neck. Music pounding loudly. 

Then all at once, he’s so disgusted he stands up, shocking Johnny into a sitting position from where he’d been leaning all of his body into Buck’s.

“I gotta go,” is all he can manage before moving as fast as he can away from there. He’s not yet outside when he remembers he didn’t drive, and for the fraction of a second he feel as if he’s about to cry.

He promised himself he would never let this happen again, yet here he is, years later. 

Eyes a bit blurry, he unlocks his phone and calls the number at the top of his phone book.

“Hello?” Eddie’s whispering, and Buck curses himself for not checking the time. His voice is also kind of groggy, which makes it even worse.

“Shit, I didn’t realize how late it is,” he says in a way of greeting. 

“Buck?” Eddie sounds so confused it makes Buck smile. “It’s fine. I fell asleep reading to Chris.” He’s whispering, but then there’s the sound of a door closing and his voice is normal again. “Is everything alright?”

“I - uh. I kind of need a ride home.”

Silence. 

“Where are you?”

Buck tells him the address to the bar, very close to Eddie’s house, and the jingle of keys is audible before he’s even finished explaining. “Are you sure?” he asks quietly, scared that the answer is going to be no.

“I’ll be there in ten.”

---

Eight minutes later, Buck spots Eddie’s massive car coming down the street before stopping right in front of him. He gets in the passenger seat without a word, and they drive in silence for a few minutes.

Buck frowns when he understands where they are going.

“I can’t crash at your place, Eddie.”

Eddie glances over at him, eyebrows raised. “Sure you can.” He breaks at the red light and turns his head to fully look at Buck. “Carla is watching Chris through video feed for a little while. I need to get home and turn it off before it becomes creepy.”

One corner of Buck’s mouth goes up. “It already sounds a bit creepy.”

The light switches back to green and Eddie drives on. “Hey, it was this or wake him up and you know how grumpy he gets.”

It remains unspoken that the third option of not coming for Buck at all was not really an option. They sit in peaceful silence the rest of the drive. 

---

After telling Carla goodnight, they end up on the couch together, maybe a bit closer than normal, but Buck enjoys the warmth of another body close to his. Of Eddie’s body close to his, he realizes. 

Eddie hands over the bottle of water he grabbed from the fridge before and Buck takes it, just to keep his hands occupied. 

“What happened?” Eddie’s voice is slow and quiet, still forceful. 

Buck fiddles with the label on the bottle. “Johnny wanted to meet up. It was not a good idea.”

He sees Eddie watching him in his peripheral sight. Maybe he tilts the tiniest bit toward him, just ‘cause it feels nice. 

After a few moments, Eddie sighs. “Is it true what you said? About not dating guys because of what happened between you and Johnny?”

Buck shrugs. “I guess. The pros didn’t outweigh the cons.”

He can’t tell if it’s him or Eddie that moves, but somehow they are even closer together on the sofa now, shoulders touching. 

“You really should try it one more time.” He locks eyes with Buck. “It might be worth it.”

For a long while, they sit there watching each other, neither daring to move closer or away, both hoping the other is brave enough to make the call. 

Slowly, Buck lifts his hand and curls it around Eddie’s neck. Eddie sighs and closes his eyes with a smile.

[kingbuckley]

Alright you guys this turned into an absolute monster of a fic rec. It’s organised by word count in descending order, and ALL FICS HAVE A HAPPY ENDING!! i don’t read fics that don’t end happy so even if a fic seems scary you can rest assured it ends fine if it’s here.

Special shoutout to @thisissirius (same ao3 handle) and @getbvcked (attolians (annber) on ao3) i have all their fics bookmarked so i didn’t include them individually in this list but you should check them out because every fic they put out is amazing. 

the rest is under the cut:

Breaking and Entering by AngelCuttingOnions (g/1k): Have you ever been terrified to lose something that isn’t even yours? Digging helplessly at the mud with your bare hands, so determined not to let go, not to give up. Your heart going so fast you think it might just beat out of your chest.

in any place you'll allow by barelyprolific (m/1k): Cleaning duty has never looked as good as Evan Buckley waxing floors.Or, Eddie Diaz finally makes his move.

Care and Keeping by BlackRose (m/1k): Eddie's alive, but he almost wasn't. Buck's determined to keep him safe now more than ever. Eddie, wants Buck to feel seen.

Cool for the Summer by Onlymystory (e/1k): Buck comes over to apologize to Eddie. It's a very good apology.

fireworks have nothing on you by inkandella (nr/1k): Buck’s tears had dried not too long ago, but his hands still shook as he wrung them. Bobby had just left to deal with, well, everything, but Buck remained by the truck, refusing to drag his eyes from Eddie for even a second. Eventually it was just Hen and Chim that remained, and Buck could finally see Eddie clearly. The man’s face was streaked with mud, dirt, and blood, his shoulders were bowed and eyes stared blankly off somewhere ahead of him. Buck bit his lips, but it didn’t really help him from asking again. “Is he okay?”Or; Buck finally does something about it.

Hotel Complaints and Grievances Raised by asexual-fandom-queen (m/2k): After a night out with the 118, Eddie wakes up with Buck naked in bed, and a barrage of feelings to face.

fight so dirty/love so sweet by homewrecker (m/2k): Buck and Eddie go for the title.

YOUR MOUTH IS HEAVEN by AgnesClementine (t/2k): A tongue piercing. Buck has a tongue piercing. Which is fine. Totally fine. Eddie is absolutely not going to lose sleep because of that information.

Zoom Into My Heart by Shaniamr (m/2k): Buck didn't know that zoom shared your private chats at the end of the meeting, but he's about to find out.

collisions in the dark by Marcia Elena (marciaelena) (e/2k): Eddie and Christopher spend the night at Buck's. Coda to 3x09.

What do you need? by RealOrFiction (e/2k): Buck has needs. Needs that haven't been met in a while.

Great Game by LovelyLittleGrim (e/2k): Buck’s watching him, waiting for some type of response. “Scared, Diaz?”“I don’t have any reason to be scared, Buckley.” He meets Buck’s eyes, lips quirked and murmurs, “I always come out on top.”

Buck Wild by Ithinkwehaveanemergency (m/2k): Eddie accidentally finds out that his best friend, coworker, and secret crush has done gay porn.

no greater joy by elisela (g/2k): When he wakes again, he finds Buck and Christopher out in the backyard, snuggled into the hammock that Buck had brought over months earlier, the day after Christopher had offhandedly mentioned that he’d been in one during a camping trip once and liked it. Buck was fooling no one when he said he’d happened to find it in storage, and Eddie had helped him set it up immediately, basking in the second-hand glow of Buck’s complete adoration of his son.

No Rest for the Wicked by Wassereis (e/2k): Eddie gets home early. What he finds wasn't what he expected.

people who love the same by templemarker (t/2k): Buck was just reheating a plate for Eddie when he heard a very familiar snort behind him."Okay, what now," he said expectantly."So," Hen drawled, "you have one plate on the counter, steaming, already had a couple of bites. And now you've got a second plate," she gestured at the microwave to the reheating lasagne, "and we all know who that plate's for."Buck looked at her, tilting his head. "I mean, I always make a plate for Eddie," he said, confused.

One Week by elisela (g/3k): Christopher's week revolves around Buck.

wherever I'm with you by anonymous (g/3k): In which Buck can't settle down in his own apartment until he realizes the true meaning of the word home.Or; Sleeping is easier when it's with Eddie.

To Be Whole by mansikka (t/3k): They say that when you and your soulmate are ready to meet, whatever they write on their skin will appear on yours, and vice versa. Which Buck thinks is bullshit. Right up until words start appearing on his arm.

Pull The Pin by islandgirl (g/3k): Everything they've been feeling and not saying is like a grenade between them and damn it all, Buck is ready to pull the pin, let the explosion happen and for everything to fall into place.

Long Overdue by mansikka (m/3k): Eddie realizes his feelings for Buck are more than platonic; what's he supposed to do now?

you could write this love in stone by chocolatebirdie (nr/4k): "Whatever happens, after tonight, I just want you to know that your friendship has meant everything to me. You’re my best friend, Eddie. You and Chris are – are like family to me. And I’m really grateful to have met you both.”“Why does this sound like you’re breaking up with me?” Eddie asks. The confusion-amusement ratio has started to skew towards the former, with an added dose of concern. Well maybe if he’d shut up and let Buck talk, Eddie wouldn’t be so puzzled.Did he have to use the phrase “break up,” though? Buck’s not sure he can stand the implication.

you can always be found by chocolatebirdie (nr/4k): Abby's back in LA, and she keeps trying to get in touch with Buck. The only problem? He's literally always with Eddie.

Until the Dancing Ends by suyari (g/4k): It’s been the strangest day of his life to date.Or the one where everyone's seen the footage of the rescue but Eddie.

when the hardest part is over by Anonymous (g/4k): “It’s okay,” Buck rasps out, tight against Eddie’s ear. “We got you back. We got you. You’re safe.”It sounds like he’s reassuring himself as much as Eddie – might even be saying it for Christopher’s sake even though the boy is blissfully unaware of what’s happened tonight. A mantra spoken to the night like a victory speech, a reminder that it could take nothing away from them.

Not Done by red_to_black (nr/4k): Buck volunteered to get into the ambulance with him, knowing the risks. He's pinching the guy's skin and saying, "Take it out," and Eddie, for the first time since leaving the military, feels it - a connection. A kindred spirit. A purpose that tethers him to reality. A person relying on him to get the job done.(or - a list of things Eddie Diaz couldn't give up on, including himself.)

Talk About It by DoneInLove (e/4k): You want to send me your dickpic?Just to see if it looks okay. Buck starts sending Eddie his dick pics before he sends them to other people.Eddie doesn't know why he decided this was a good idea.

Guessing Game by Arsenal (t/4k): Buck overhears Eddie telling his mother that he has feelings for someone and drives himself nuts trying to figure out who is possibly could be. aka yet another oblivious Buck fic

Happy Buck Day by Jecari (g/5k): After pushing the balloons tied to Christopher's crutch away, Eddie finds his best friend frowning, mouth agape. Buck looks adorable."It's not my birthday," Buck points out after shaking his head."We know," Christopher laughs.

Buck Is My Warrior by elisela (g/5k): “We’ll be filming a special edition of American Ninja Warrior,” Troy announces after the introduction to the current contestant ends, “focused on our brave first responders. Go to our website to find out more details and how to submit your videos.”Oh.“Buddy,” Eddie says, “I don’t really know if that’s my thing.”Christopher looks at him, then down at his feet and mumbles something.“Didn’t catch that, kiddo,” Eddie says, reaching out and pressing two fingers under Chris’ chin to tilt his face back up.“I said,” Christopher says, “I want to nominate Buck.”

Eddie Diaz and the Cat-astrophe at the 118 by SquaresAreNotCircles (g/5k): It’s Chimney who rescues her from the tree, but it’s Bobby’s arms that she curls up in on the drive over to the vet to get her checked out. Right from the start, it’s as if she knows who she needs to cozy up with to secure her spot at the station.“Come on, that’s crazy,” Buck says, but he does so while laughing not at Eddie, but at the grey tabby cat trying to get her claws on the fake mouse on a string that Buck bought with his own money, so Eddie doesn’t put too much stock in his opinion.Or: The firefam adopts a mascot and Eddie has a minor crisis about it.

Evan Buckley and a Series of Unintended Consequences by Shaniamr (e/6k): Buck has been hurt on the job and has lost the ability to use his hands while they heal. Eddie jumps at the opportunity to help Buck with anything he needs. Anything.

Love Language by red_to_black (nr/6k): The one in which there's too much pollen around, Eddie pines, and Buck is oblivious.Or - Eddie's love language is acts of service, and Buck doesn't totally get it.

The Other Woman by MomentsOfWeakness (t/6k): Buck has been unlucky in love lately and he can't figure out why. It takes a phone call from Eddie and an interrupted date for him to finally put the pieces together.

My Favorite Place Is Inside Your Hug by Lopithecus (e/7k): When Eddie gets stuck in a hole while trying to rescue a kid, he remembers Afghanistan and how many people were lost. Luckily he has Buck in his corner to help him get through the memories.

give me strength so i can see by see_addy_write (t/7k): After the tsunami, Buck is sure Eddie won't want him anywhere near Christopher -- or himself. Both of the Diaz boys have something to say about that.

haircut to the heart by itsmylifekay (nr/8k): 5 times Buck cuts Christopher’s hair and 1 time Christopher helps cut his.

In the Aftershock by hideeho (t/8k): When Eddie is injured on the job, Buck is forced to face the fallout.

Slow Your Thinking by an_alternate_world (e/10k): Eddie has the itch to fight, the discomforting unease of needing to release all his negativity again making it difficult to concentrate on the calls. Buck suggests an alternative: surrendering his need for control to Buck for a while.

Just For This Moment by suyari (m/10k): “Take your time,” Carla said sternly. “Don’t rush this because you’re worried, Buck, do you hear me? Any change in your scent could just set him off.”“Yes, thank you, I know how to deal with Alphas,” he drawled.“Yes, but Eddie’s not just another Alpha and I think it’s time we acknowledged that.”

You Are Safe (With Me) by BabylonsFall (g/10k): Or: 5 times Eddie waltzed into Buck's apartment like he owned it, and 1 time Buck tried

you waltz through my bloodstream by wayfarer (t/2k): Buck gets a boyfriend and Eddie is totally fine with that. Really.

can't fight that feeling by Anonymous (e/11k): “We have to keep this quiet,” he realizes.“That’s,” Eddie starts, his eyebrows tilting inwards adorably. “I mean, yeah, if that’s what you wanna do, then—”“Not for long,” Buck protests. “I’m thinking until tomorrow.”The eyebrows rise with interest; the eyes beneath get their spark back. “Yeah?”“It’s Maddie and Chimney’s wedding day,” Buck says, slipping his hands down the last bit and entwining them with Eddie’s. “Today should be solely about them, about their love. You and I can have tomorrow. All the tomorrows.”

Just Hold Me Well by Lobotomite (m/11k): It was meant to be a fun little trip with his 118 family; no stress, no drama, and certainly no sexuality-redefining fumbles that make him realize his more than platonic feelings towards his best friend. But, well, when has anything ever gone according to plan for Buck?

a leaf falls on loneliness by iimpossible_things (nr/11k): Buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “I’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. Really, he doesn’t. The 118 has too many good, kind people for that.But every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to Eddie or Bobby or Hen or Chim, he hears Eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.”—you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting—So each day he does his job and he laughs and he jokes and he pretends he’s the care-free goofball he’s always been. And each day he packs away his bruises and his worries, takes them home to his empty loft with its quiet rooms, and licks his wounds in silence.

Darling It's Better (Down Where It's Wetter) by Onlymystory (e/20k): "Who the hell is that?" asks Buck. Like he doesn't know exactly who that is. Like a week ago he wasn't enjoying one of the best fucks of his life with Eddie Diaz. Or the reason for Buck's surprise at the new recruit isn't quite for the reasons everyone thinks.

i think i might've inhaled you by ariquitecontrary (m/20k): How do you tell your best friend that you're actually in love with them? If you're Evan Buckley, you don't.

dancing under red skies by dayswithout (g, 30k) Buck hates Eddie Diaz on sight.aka, a soulmate au. (Eddie’s POV; g/15k)

dancing under red skies by dayswithout (g/30k): Buck hates Eddie Diaz on sight.aka, a soulmate au.

The Education of Eddie Diaz by mansikka (e/30k): Eddie doesn't really know how it happened. One moment the 118 are drunk in a bar after a hard shift, confessions slipping from his mouth as he playfully kisses Buck on the cheek. The next he is on Buck's couch, taking up Buck's offer of an education that could be asking for trouble. But it's just sex, and they're just friends; it doesn't mean anything to either of them. So why is his time alone with Buck the highlight of his week?

Guess We'll Just Have to Adjust by CocoBadShip (m/30k): No, Buck does not have a damn crush on Eddie fucking Diaz. No, Buck is not thinking about Eddie's stupid smile or his stupid hair or that obscene sound he made when he pushed the couch the way he did.Having a crush would be weird. And dumb. And the last thing Buck needs in his already fucked up life.

tagging those of you who requested @lafdbuckley @casscent @googoodreamers

and some mutuals because why not @eddiediazs @judsonryder @fierydeans @buckleystrand

[milazka]

August twelve — Rudy Pankow

image found on pinterest

summary: the one where it’s your boyfriend’s birthday and you planned an amazing day for him.

request: yes

content: fluff

author’s note: i didn’t add a smut part because i feel like i’m only writing smutty imagines and i needed to write a fluffy one with this hottie! my requests are open and you can find my masterlist at the end of this post if you feel like reading more of my stuff!

warnings: most of my stories may contain mature themes such as swearing, underage drinking, substance abuse, sexual language and scenes, fights and more. also, i do not intend to be offensive towards anyone who reads this blog, if anything written can be perceived as hurtful to any community or person, i apologize, it was never my purpose while writing it.

word count: 1700.

She was standing in the frame of the door, her pretty eyes observing the young man lying on the bed, his body half covered by the grey blanket. His chest was rising at a peaceful rate with no sign of trouble apparent on his angel face. A little smile slipped over her rosy lips as she thought about how lucky she was that this man was still a part of her life, twenty years later. Both born in Ketchikan, Alaska, just a few months apart, Rudy and her had grown up as a duo. hey did everything together. Rarely did you ever saw one without the other; she was the Bonnie to his Clyde and nothing in the world could have changed that. Over the years, they both had a few meaningless relationships, and they never lasted long. The girls were envious of his closeness with Y/n while the boys were quick to understand that she would never look at them the way she looked at Rudy; he was her person, but she hadn't figured it out yet. It was on a cold December afternoon, a few days before the New Year’s eve, that they exchanged their first kiss, their lips frozen by the Alaskan winter, both seated by the burning fire in the chimney. Five years later and in a much warmer town, she was looking at her sleepy boyfriend with the same sparks in her eyes.

“You're staring at my butt, aren't ya?” 

Rudy's sleepy voice took her out of her thoughts as she laughed. His eyes were half opened and he had pillow marks all over his right cheek. His disheveled blond hair was falling out in front of his pretty ocean colored eyes. She carefully made her way to the bed, trying not to knock over the breakfast tray she was holding with both hands. 

“I made you waffles” 

“The blueberry ones?” he asked with his childish voice and she nodded. “For what occasion?”

“It’s your birthday, remember?” she chuckled as she watched his facial expression change from confused to excited. He has always loved his birthday, especially since the day she became his girlfriend and always planned a day full of surprises for him. Rudy grasped her blue sweater sleeve and lured her towards him to kiss her lips tenderly.

“Mmm you taste like maple syrup.” 

“I may or may not have already eaten a waffle while cooking them,” she smiled, tilting her head to the side to give him her guilty puppy eyes, making him fall more in love with her. “I planned the whole day so you better start eating your waffles now because we’re leaving in an hour.”

“Did I ever tell you you're the best girlfriend?” he mumbled with his mouth full of waffles dipped in maple syrup.

“Many times, but I'll never get tired of hearing you say it, lover boy.”

“Good, because with such a good waffles recipe, you're stuck with me for a while, pretty girl!”

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Chase picked them up around eight pm in front of their apartment with his black truck, the rest of the cast were already at the the Pate’s house, decorating and preparing the cake. She had blindfolded his boyfriend and he kept asking where they were going every single minute of the trip like a child. He had done the same thing a few months ago when she took him skydiving for the first time, it was almost routine for her to hear him complain in the back of the car. 

“Stop asking, you big baby!” she said to him, turning her upper body toward the back of the car where he was seated. “It’s a surprise, I’m not gonna ruin it because you can't wait for a few minutes.”

He gave her his pouting face and crossed his arms on his chest, knowing she would not say a word to him about it even if he tried harder. A few minutes later, Chase parked his truck next to Drew's car. She walked to the left side of the car to opened Rudy's door, quickly kissing him on the lips and automatically causing a big smile to cover his pouty face. She guided him to the backyard with Chase’s help. He opened the back yard gate, letting them pass in front of him before closing it back so Lilah's dog would not run away like he did multiple times when they filmed the first season of the show. All the cast members were silently gathered in front of a multicoloured cloud of balloons and were holding a sign that said 'Happy birthday, Rudy!' 

“Okay, you can take your bandana off!” she said to his ear and he could feel the excitement in her voice. 

Slowly, he pulled his blindfold down and a wide smile slipped on his lips at the sight of all his friends singing happy birthday to him. He squeezed his girlfriend's hand while his friends were still singing and she couldn't help but let a few tears of joy run down her cheeks when she saw him so touched by the surprise she had planned for him. 

“Thank you for all of this, baby. I love you more and more everyday my sweet girl,” he whispered to her ear before leaning down to kiss her soft lips that tastes like caramel due to the caramel macchiato she drank in the car.

“I’m happy you’re happy, lover boy,” she said to him as he pressed his cheek against her palm, a smile at the corner of his lips. “Now, go hug your friends!” 

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After her and Rudy hugged and thanked everyone, they all swapped their clothes for bathing suits that would come in handy during their little boat trip of the afternoon. Jonas had let them borrow his boat, taking advantage of the fact that his children were with them to spend a day with his wife at the spa. Drew was at the helm of the boat while the others were all sitting on the benches, toasting to Rudy's birthday just before Chase announced that they were far enough away from the shore to put the tube in the water. JD, Rudy and Y/n were the first ones to shotgun a spot on the pneumatic tyre.

“Babe? Can you help with the zipper?” Rudy asked his girlfriend, frowning completely clueless.

“He’s twenty-two and still needs his girlfriend to zip his life jacket,” Jonathan mocked him, resulting in him being pushed in the water by a proudly smirking Rudy who quickly followed him the water, grabbing Y/n by the waist to take her with him. She surfaced quickly thanks to her life jacket, clearing her face of wet hair and sending a wince at her boyfriend. They all swam to the tube, splashing each other on purpose along the way. Rudy climbed aboard first and reached out his hand to Y/n to help her climb up. She sat between him and Jonathan, clutching a black rubber handle with one hand while the other was firmly intertwined with her boyfriend's hand. 

“Are you ready?” yelled drew, turning his upper body toward the back of the boat, his right hand resting on the wheel. 

“Aye aye, Captain!” Rudy screamed back and the boat begun to pick up speed. 

The water was splashing back in their faces and they could barely keep their eyes open, but they couldn't help smiling stupidly. The three of them let out cries of surprise and laughter every time they jumped a wave and almost got ejected from the tube. They could see Madison and Chase laughing at them while Madelyn filmed them for her next tomfoolery instagram post. Drew took a sharp right turn, dropping Y/n and JD on Rudy. She firmly grabbed her boyfriend's bicep after she lost her grip on the handle and pushed JD back up with her shoulder so he could settle back into his seat. Just when they thought Drew was done messing with them, he suddenly accelerated, ejecting them out of the tube like three little rockets. 

“You fucker!” Rudy shouted to his friend, laughing before turning towards his girlfriend. “You okay baby?”

“All good and still in one piece!” she replied, swimming back to the boat where Deion gave her a hand to climb up. A few seconds later, she felt a towel being placed on her shoulders and two arms wrapped around her waist. She smiled, turning her head to meet the face of her boyfriend who had pressed his chin to her shoulder. He placed a few kisses on her neck, making her squirm under his grip from the tickling of his lips against her wet skin. 

“Look at them! You guys are so cute,” whined Lilah, taking a picture of them. Y/n blushed while Rudy smiled proudly. “Can you send me the picture? I'm gonna post it on instagram.” rudy said as he grabbed his phone and sat on one of the benches while Chase and Madelyn were putting on their life jackets. She sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder and playing with the hem of his boarding shorts, a gift she gave him for his birthday last year, right before he started shooting for Outer Banks. He quickly wrote a caption and posted the photo of them on his instagram, getting hundred of likes and comments only a few seconds after. 

‘My sweet girl. Thanks for the amazing birthday surprise! Love you to the moon and back, my love.’

“I love you too, baby,” she cupped his face with her palms and kissed his salty lips. “Oh, before I forgot,” she brought her face close to his and took her sensual innocent voice. “Since it’s your birthday, I’m gonna let you do whatever you wanna do to me tonight.”

His eyes opened widely and he cleared his throat. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me, pretty girl,” he kissed her, nibbling at her bottom lip. “I’m gonna please you so much tonight that you’re gonna beg me to stop.” 

She smirked at him and grazed his crotch with her fingertips. “I look forward to it.”

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HARLEY HARLEY HARLEY!!!!!! I need you to know that I adore you oh my god

I know I did this last time but have some Buckley-Mercer headcanons just for you 🥰

Their living situation is a little odd

Buck’s apartment consists of him, y/n, Alex, Albert, and Luke

It’s hectic, it’s a lot, Buck has to be the responsible one and it’s a role he had to grow into but ultimately it’s the environment they need and it works for them,

Maddie’s place consists of her, Chimney, Jee, Bobby, and Reggie

It’s a little quieter but it’s also chaotic in its own way, there’s a lot of running around but it’s also filled with a ton of laughter, and no matter how many times Maddie insists they don’t have to, Bobby and Reggie always offer free babysitting

Though they are known to change arrangements a lot, sometimes Alex needs a little more peace, sometimes Reggie needs an outlet for all his energy, sometimes Y/N just needs to spend some time with her sister and they’ll make all the boys have a sleepover at Buck’s

Really it varies on a regular basis

It wasn’t always easy, in fact it kinda got worse before it got better

And it’s still not easy

But they’re learning and growing together

Y/N struggles to open up to anyone that isn’t Alex or the boys, especially when it comes to Buck and Maddie, she learns everything that happened at one point and she understands but it still hurts, sometimes she stays the night at Julie’s or May’s and those are the nights where she struggles, where it’s harder to get through the day, and they let her leave but they also check in with Ray and Athena and they’re always there in the morning waiting for her

Alex still gets really anxious every now and then, everyone else left their lives behind but sometimes there’re moments when he remembers that his parents are only a car ride away, living with family that cares about him means the world but there’s a part of him that’s scared it’ll be taken away, but these people are ones that recognize the tells he has, they go out of their way to be there for him and he realizes then that they’ll always be there to support him

Maddie is the parent figure, she’s the one they go to when they need serious advice, she’s the most level headed and has a tendency to worry the most about them, sometimes she has doubts but those are always pushed away when she hears the chorus of ‘love you Maddie!’

Chimney likes to pretend he’s also a parent figure but he’s not the best at the hard stuff, he wants to be the good guy all the time which results in things like Alex mentioning they had an idea for new merch but they were saving money to get the shirts printed and Chim ends up spending way too much money getting them the shirts along with too many other things they didn't need, he always means well though

Albert is by far the cool one, he drives them wherever they wanna go, helps them get ready for shows, covers for them if they need it (within reason of course), he’s the more lenient one who advocates and fights for them whenever everyone else is a little mad, they love having him around, he’s the one the boys go to for approval when they need an outside opinion for something the band is doing

Buck is absolutely the embarrassing one, he’s the one who worries about them when he shouldn’t, the one who tells bad jokes fully thinking they’re good. He cares about them more than anything and he lets them have fun but he’s also the one who tries to insert himself into their planned activities for the day when they get together with May, Julie, and Flynn cause he thinks he fits in easy

Luke, Reggie, and Bobby are honorary Buckley Mercer’s. None of them can pinpoint when it happened but one day they heard Chimney and Maddie refer to all of them as ‘our kids’ and lost it completely. Sometimes they forget that they’re truly family until they come across a framed picture of all ten of them or when they see song lyrics stuck on the fridge with a post it note stuck to the front telling them how good it was. The concept of family is never clearer to them until those moments.

But family doesn’t stop there, it includes Julie and Flynn and May and the entire 118.

Whenever there’s no band practice or anything to do and they’re bored it’s almost certain that they’re at the 118 if everyone is on shift

They’re all just so supportive of each other

Then there’s the occasional day where no one has a shift, no one has practice, no one has any commitments

Those days are their favorites. Everyone shows up at Athena’s house and though she pretends to be surprised they all happen to be there at the same time, she welcomes them with open arms.

They talk and laugh and Luke brings along the acoustic and plays whatever they want him to. He’s been known to learn songs just for them. They sit in the backyard and have the time of their life.

It’s those nights when none of them can remember anything other than that feeling of being really truly happy. There’s no fear or anxiety or worry. There’s just them, their family, and the feeling of being happy

[evanbuckley-heartofgold]

Would you write something with hurt Bobby and worried Buck?

This was a joy to write! I hope you like it!

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There’s another earthquake because of course there is. The team was just feeling like they were in a good place and that things were going okay, and then there’s another earthquake. They are dispatched to a collapsing apartment building with people still stuck on nearly every floor. 

The first aftershock comes half an hour after they arrive. The higher floors are mostly cleared and Buck, who is working on the sixth floor, braces the child in his arms under him while the building shakes. Once it stops, Buck looks down and confirms that the kid is okay before continuing on.

“118 sound off,” Bobby commands through the radio a second or two later.

“Diaz.”

“Han.”

“Wilson.”

“Buckley,” Buck grunts out. He sets the kid he’s holding on the ground for a second before passing him out the window to the firefighter waiting on the ladder. As Buck goes back to look through the rooms again, a smaller aftershock trembles the building, it’s not too bad so he’s guessing that’s why Bobby doesn’t call for another sound off. 

Once Buck has checked the last room he presses on his radio, “Floor six is clear, cap. Where do you want me?” Buck waits for a response but none comes, “Cap?” He tries again, maybe his radio isn’t working. Nothing. “Guys? Eddie? Hen? Can you hear me?”

“Loud and clear, buckaroo,” Chimney responds. “Anyone have eyes on Bobby?” The chorus of nos that follow weigh down Buck’s heart. 

“Cap,” Buck is getting nervous now, “are you there?” Silence. “Guys…”

“I know,” Chimney responds. He seems to take a moment to collect himself before assuming the empty leadership role. “Buck, come down to the fourth floor to meet up with Eddie and I. We’ll finish clearing this floor and then find him.”

“Copy that,” Buck takes a deep breath, squishes down all the negative thoughts that try to force their way into his head, and starts down the stairs. 

He doesn’t think about how Bobby, the closest thing he has to a father, could be dead a few floors below him. He doesn’t think and how he never properly told Bobby how much he cares about him. No. He needs to do his job and right now his job is to go to the fourth floor and to get people out before the building collapses.

When he arrives there, Eddie squeezes his shoulder in a silent form of support before Chimney is directing them on how to get one of the apartments open. In the back of his mind, there’s the ever present concern for Bobby. Right now Buck is glad for his SEAL training as he switches off his mind and just gets to work. 

While they’re clearing the fourth floor, Hen’s voice comes through the radio, “I have eyes on cap. First floor, I need some help.” 

“Go,” Chimney nods to Buck before relaying to Hen, “Buck is on his way, I’ll be there as soon as I can with a backboard. How’s he looking?” 

“Uh, it’s not great. He’s alive, unconscious, but alive. Chim, we’re going to need the jaws too.” As Chimney tells her that he’ll grab them, Buck books it down the stairs to the first floor. 

When he gets there, his heart nearly stops. There lies Bobby, legs pinned by debris from the building above him. It must have shifted in the last aftershock. Bobby is laying back against the floor, dark blood pooling around his head from where he must have hit is when he fell. Bobby’s legs from his mid-shin down are covered by a large piece of the building. Buck is frozen for a moment, looking at a grim reflection of the ladder truck. But this time it’s not him in the crossfire, it’s Bobby. 

“Hen…” Buck walks over to the woman, unable to take his eyes off of Bobby. 

“Buck,” Hen commands, “I need you to keep watch on his vitals while I check out his legs, can you do that?” 

“Yes,” Buck’s voice is solid, though internally it wavers. He takes Hen’s position kneeling next to Bobby’s head. Buck takes a steadying breath and tells himself this is just another person, someone they need to save. He’s done this a million times. 

Buck reaches out, ignoring how his hand is shaking and fastens his hand around Bobby’s wrist. Underneath he can feel Bobby’s pulse thumping, not as hard as it should be and not as frequent. He swallows the lump in his throat and forces himself back into SEAL mode.

As Chimney rushes in with the jaws and a backboard a minute or so later, he freezes for a moment before jumping right into action beside Hen. Hen looks up at Buck, “The debris is low enough on his leg that using the jaws should free him.” 

Buck nods quickly, scooping up the jaws and positioning himself next to where Bobby’s feet disappear under the rubble. He manages to slot the jaws in and looks over at Hen and Chim, waiting for them to wrap their hands around his shoulders and nod before he starts it. 

He watches closely as the jaws slowly lift the debris pinning Bobby’s legs and when there is enough room to get him out, he gestures to Hen and Chim. They pull Bobby out by the shoulders and immediately start assessing him once more. Buck backs away, letting his back hit the wall as he sits on the floor. Tears push themselves into his eyes. Buck’s breathing grows more and more ragged as he listens to Hen and Chim, none of what they are saying sounds good. 

“All floors are clear,” Eddie’s voice comes through the radio. “How are we looking down there?”

Buck doesn’t hear Chimney’s reply. All he can focus on is Bobby bleeding in the middle of the room, he can see where the bones are broken, shattered, and poking grotesquely out of his skin. He can also see the darkening pool of blood around both of Bobby’s legs and his head. Buck has EMT training, he knows how much blood a person can lose, it’s not looking too good. 

Buck feels all of his emotions get clogged in his throat. He wants to scream at Hen and Chimney to get Bobby into the ambulance, but he knows they have to get him stable first, make sure it’s safe to lift him. 

He can’t lose Bobby. Not like this, not this soon.

“Buck.” Suddenly his view of Bobby is blocked by Eddie crouching down in front of him. “Are you with me?” Buck nods shakily. “I need to get you out of here, okay?”

“No,” Buck protests. “I-I can’t leave Bobby.”

“He’s coming with us,” Eddie grabs onto Buck’s arms to ground him. “Come on.” Eddie pulls Buck to his feet and manhandles him up the stairs and out the front door. 

Buck dazedly climbs into the ambulance, taking Bobby’s hand as the doors slam behind them and whisk them away from the scene.

...

He doesn’t know how long he sits at Bobby’s bedside. After he got out of surgery, Buck couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Bobby alone. The few times he left we only because Maddie and Chim forced him to go home with them to eat a proper meal and get some rest. But the next morning he was right back at Bobby’s side. 

Bobby groans, snapping Buck out of his reverie. Buck is quick to his feet, jumping up and looking down at Bobby. Bobby slowly blinks his eyes open and stares up at Buck, “Buck?” Bobby’s voice is soft, but in the quiet hospital room, Buck can hear him. 

“I’m here,” Buck squeezes his captain’s hands, willing the tears out of his eyes. 

“You okay, kid?” 

Buck scoffs, “You’re the one in the hospital bed this time.” He sits down on the bed beside Bobby, looking down at him. “I thought you were gonna die.” Buck shakes his head and takes a deep breath to keep the tears at bay. “I didn’t have good parents. I-I didn’t know what it was like to have a real d-dad until I met you and-” Buck’s voice cracks as the tears finally push through. 

“Shh…” Bobby moves enough to pull Buck down into a hug. “I’m okay, Buck. I’m alive.” Buck closes his eyes as he feels Bobby start to rub his back. “I’m right here, I’m okay.” 

“I’m sorry,” Buck wipes his cheeks and pulls out of Bobby’s embrace. The man just looks up at him with an understanding smile. “You’re the one who almost died and I’m the one freaking out.” 

“Don’t apologize. It’s okay,” Bobby smiles at him. 

“I just...I can’t lose you, Bobby,” Buck admits. “I’ve lost so much and I…”

Buck trails off, unable to keep talking thankfully Bobby seems to understand what he’s trying to say and smiles up at Buck, squeezing his arm, “Me too.”

Buck smiles through his tears for a moment before quickly wiping them away and says, “Athena and your kids just left, I should call them to tell them you’re awake.”

“Not all of my kids,” Bobby corrects. “You’re my kid too, Evan.” 

Buck lets himself smile again. Other than their parents, Maddie is the only one who calls him that he’s surprised to find that he likes how Bobby says it. The same way he says May or Harry’s names, soft and caring.

 “Okay.” 

[currywaifu]

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: overseas trip 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: yukishiro azuma/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: n s f w 𝐰𝐜: 2.4k words

𝐚𝐧: @sleepy-ruri​ hi ruri, nsfw definitely isn’t my strong suit in writing so this took a while to get out~  i tried to bring azuma justice here!!! uhh, practice safe sex guys— gender-neutral pronouns, but cis female body parts

“This is a little nostalgic, isn’t it?” Azuma said offhandedly, his hand coming to rest gently on your wrist. With a feather-like touch, his thumb barely brushing across your pulse. After a few seconds, you closed your fingers slightly around the length of his.

“To think we’re back years later in the place we first met,” you laughed quietly, your boyfriend following suit as the two of you enjoyed the walk back to the hotel room.

The two of you had been to this country before, albeit flying in separately.

It was a city of subdued colours but bustling theatricality, traditional buildings with tall chimneys made out of brick and spires of dark stone setting the main hub apart from the windswept, grassy hills and mountains compromising the landscape.

It was hard not to love the historic core of the capital, opulent with ethereal sites— its castles and churches and gardens putting an almost dreamy, magical filter in the world of reality.

“I remember it pretty clearly,” Azuma said, momentarily looking away from the row of buildings you were passing through, “the day we met,” he continued.

“We met in a garden near here, didn’t we?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed in affirmation, “would you like to go visit? It can be our little detour before heading back to the hotel.”

You smiled gently, giving him a small squeeze on the palm, “I’d like that.”

It was springtime, too, when you first saw Azuma. He stood there in the middle of the flourishing tulips, narcissus, and lupines; despite being surrounded by exquisite horticultural creations, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of the long-haired man.

“It still looks the same,” you said, taking in the sight of flowerbeds and groves being illuminated by the street lamps, giving the garden an almost mystical, fairylike glow.

Or perhaps, it was the memories seeping in that gave it that effect.

“Meanwhile, you’ve gotten more beautiful,” Azuma replied, a chuckle leaving his system. “I still remember how adorable you were, looking all lost and confused in a sea of flowers. Your dishevelled hair was cute, too.”

You nearly sputtered, unsure whether to call him out for his flattery or his teasing first.

“That’s not fair! Here I am, remembering how dazzling and graceful you were, meanwhile, you’re telling me I looked…” you trailed off, quickly changing the topic. “Besides, how do you even remember that?”

“Fufu, because it has to do with you, obviously,” he teased, “I even remember the leaves stuck on your sweater. I was almost afraid there’d be bugs, but you looked so helpless I just had to step in.”

“Azuma!”

You half-heartedly hid from his gaze, his body beginning to shake with mirth the more embarrassed you appeared.

“You make it sound like I got into a mess on purpose,” you muttered, pout already present on your features. “Is it my fault the wind hated me and smacked me in the face?”

“Well, someone needs to be at fault,” he began, “but I can’t blame the wind that brought me to you in the end.”

Honestly, where was he getting these lines? If he went on for any longer, you probably would have been set ablaze, and even in the dark of the night, you knew Azuma would be able to see it somehow.

“Really! Don’t tease me so much, we’re still outside!”

“Nn? Then it’s fine if we’re in the hotel room?”

You knew he was toying with you by the way the corner of his mouth quirked up, eyes steadily gauging your reactions. At this point you weren’t sure what else he was expecting, your widened eyes and the heat creeping up your neck already a set standard for whenever Azuma said something with… implications.

“Fufu. Ah, it’s getting darker. We should really be heading back now.”

Even as the two of you left the garden, you couldn’t shake off the flustered feeling that stuck with you. It wasn’t as if you and Azuma had never done anything, far from that, but perhaps the mood of tonight— being in the country where you two first met, further amplified your feelings and restlessness.

Still, you two had a tiring day sightseeing, and another long day ahead of the both of you tomorrow, so it was probably unlikely anything would happen.

You immediately changed into comfortable sleepwear the moment you entered the hotel room, your boyfriend chuckling as you sprawled onto your shared bed. As nice as the sights were, nothing could beat the expensively fluffy pillow welcoming you back after a long day.

“Little bunny~ don’t go to sleep yet, we still have something to do, remember?” He asked, voice mellifluous, as though sweetened with honey.

You shot up immediately, head rising up to gape at Azuma. Within a few beats, you notice he’s not looking at you, but instead laying out all of his (and your) skincare products on the coffee table.

Aha, right.

Your lack of an immediate response made the man turn around to face you, his ever-present smile looking a lot slyer than usual.

“Hmm? Is something wrong, honey?” he asked, leaving his station to sit on the bed beside you. His robe shifted slightly as he inched closer, a movement that did not go unnoticed by you.

Your heart fluttered the moment he started rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, a subconscious action that turned more purposeful as the tactile affection escalated upwards, the soft pads of his fingers slowly moving upwards to rub your arms.

With the distance between your faces decreasing, you resist the urge to shut your eyes as his you felt his hot breath against your cheek.

“You still haven’t said anything,” he reminded you, his free hand tilting your chin upwards. Eyes of gold greeted you, not unlike the lustrous jewellery royals would wear or the leaf crowns gods and goddesses would adorn in mythology.

“Your face is flushed, how cute,” Azuma said, “did you catch a cold, somehow?”

He didn’t actually think that, you knew perfectly well that he was aware of the effects of his actions. Still, he wasn’t one to pass up teasing you just as you weren’t one to unabashedly admit to how he was making you feel.

However, your patience could only take you so far.

“That’s not it,” you mumbled, “it’s… well,” you trailed off, hoping he would help you out and take the words out of your mouth.

He did not speak but his eyes did, a visible crinkle as he waited for you to arrange your words into something coherent.

“I know you’re probably tired from today,” you began, eyes darting to the side in a vain attempt to hide your embarrassment, “but I guess I’m… you’re—ugh,” you struggled to find the words, a direct enough phrase that didn’t come off as too desperate.

Azuma interrupted you with a fruity laugh, “you don’t have to worry. You could have just told me— we’ve done this many times before.”

You pouted, “it’s not fair. Why do you have to be so erotic?”

“Fufu, thank you. Now, let’s play around for a bit tonight, okay, little bunny?”

The hand beneath your chin tugs you forward, and before your eyes closed you noticed the gold diminishing, hidden beneath the dark coal of his pupils.

The first of Azuma’s kisses always leaned towards the sweet side, and this time is no different. His lips were soft and gentle, but his kisses were given with enough pressure to prove that you’re not the only one enjoying this.

Your hand comes to rest on his shoulder as you interlace the fingers of your already joined hands. The night had only just begun, but you appreciated this moment of tenderness as the day’s fatigue slipped away.

Hands abandoning their chaste positions on each other’s hands and face, your arms go around his neck as one of his arms hug you closer by the waist and the other presses against the flat of your back.

Despite the slow motions between your lips, it was clear who took lead of the other, him slipping past the seams of your lips and rendering tiny sound out of you. The hand on your back travelled upwards, his nails catching the soft hairs at the nape of your neck making you shiver.

No matter how many times he’d done it, he could never tire of exploring you, the way you’d pull away from him to breathe a low, spell-inducing, “Azuma…”

He murmured your name in return, the sound sinfully pleasing into your ear. In the time you took the catch your breath, he went from holding you against his chest to having you underneath him, lips pressing against your jawline as he muttered sweet nothings to you.

“You’re so cute, my little bunny,” Azuma said, and you felt like every appendage in your body melted into a puddle.

He gave a teasing nip to your ear, the hitch in your breath making him chuckle. He wetted his lips his tongue before gently kissing every part of his neck. You closed your eyes at the sensation, gasping as he breathed hot air on your neck in between kisses.

“Are you ready for more?” He asks, the hand still around your waist playing with the hem of your pajama shirt. When you nod, Azuma takes his time in unbuttoning the piece, his fingers brushing over the newly-revealed expanse of skin. The contact was brief, and you whined as though to tell him to hurry up.

“Hn, what’s that? You want me to go slower?” Despite his words, he doesn’t make you wait any longer, pulling off your top as you propped yourself up momentarily to discard the article of clothing.

As you settle back down onto the plush bed, Azuma’s index started at your collarbone, before tracing down towards your chest. He drew an indecipherable pattern, before stroking the side and massaging the mound as his thumb tweaked one of your hardened nipples. He puts his mouth on the unattended one, sucking firmly, and you nearly come right off the bed, feeling the first, tiny bit of slickness rush through you.

Needing an anchor, you slid one hand in his hair and gripped his forearm with the other.

“Azuma,” you said, not quite sure what you’re asking for— but apparently he knew, because the pressure leaves your chest as the pad of his thumb ventures from your stomach to the garter of your underwear, pulling down your sleeping shorts with it. He adjusted himself on the bed, positioning himself so he could be closer to your lower half.

You shuddered as his fingertips travelled down along the length of your legs to follow your bottoms. When you lifted your head, you felt your face grow hot as you see the look on Azuma’s face as he eyes your pussy. It’s rare to see a hungry look in his eyes, a look only reserved for the most private of moments, but nonetheless it never failed to get you more excited.

His face came closer to the space between your legs, but when he made contact with your lower lips, the sheer skill of his tongue and mouth electrified you. Azuma knew just the right places to kiss, to lick, to suck— knew when to change spots and at what pace to do it.

“More,” you croak out, breathless,

“So responsive,” he crooned against your pussy, your body responding to the pulsation in kind, trembling.

“Azuma!” you mewled, warning him that you were closely approaching completion. When he finally pulled his mouth away, you couldn't help the disappointed noise that slipped out of you, though it’s quickly cut off as Azuma unties the belt of his robe.

The silky fabric slides off his body sensually, slowly unravelling himself to you until he was completely bare.

The sight of his naked body does nothing to quench your desire, but if his hardened member was anything to go by you could tell he wanted you just as much.

“Are you ready, my little bunny?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, the both of you spending a few seconds to stare at each other lovingly, before he finally aligned himself with your hot, dripping core. The tip kissed the entrance, and you can’t help the feelings of anticipation you felt.

His expression remains the same— the corner of his lips quirked upwards as he slowly moved into you. The slide is easier than expected because of your wetness, but both of you wait a couple beats for you to adjust to his size.

When you finally felt ready, you whined out Azuma’s name.

Pulling out slowly, he slid back in, sinking into your skin. Pressing his chest against yours, he briefly kissed you once again as he continued gliding in and out of you. You tasted a little bit of yourself on his mouth, which did nothing but to spur you on more.

He rolled his hips against yours, before pumping more rapidly into your heat, hammering himself into your insides. Tireless moans, whimpers, and iterations of his name spill out of your mouth as your gripped onto the bedsheets beneath you.

You’re clenching around him almost painfully now, still sensitive from his earlier ministrations on your clit, and both of you knew there wasn’t much time left before you reached euphoria.

You wouldn’t mind staying like this, having his perfect cock sliding in and out of you, but you know it isn’t possible as your breathing shortened and a shower of stars blur your vision.

“Azuma!” you wailed out, your head falling back as one last thrust making you cum at last. It doesn’t take long for your lover to follow suit either, a pained groan escaping his lips; pulling out of you and smearing your stomach with his cum.

The both of you are spent and sweating, Azuma collapsing next to you on the mattress. Using what little strength you had left, you inched yourself closer to him until your head rested against his chest. His arm moved to settle beneath your head, massaging it lightly.

“I love you,” you said. With a gentle smile, he repeats your words.

“I love you too.”

You knew the two of you would have to get up eventually. You two had to clean up, and Azuma would never let either of you sleep without going through your respective skincare routines, but as you stared lovingly into his eyes you knew it could wait for a little longer.

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[velvetv0nblack]

An open letter;

(Possible trigger warning)

I’m not even sure why I’m writing this, maybe because this theme of abuse has be something I’ve been experiencing as a third party, the person removing the victim this time, you know the role many of my friends filled within our tumultuous relationship... maybe it’s because my friends abuser is now threatening and harassing me for helpingher leave... maybe it’s because I’ve finally found my therapeutic dosage of lithium, am in a clear mind and are therefore able to reflect properly for the first time in my life... or maybe it’s because this is not an apology, I mean maybe it is if you had only been a serial cheat, but the truth is you fractured my skull and cut me open with a knife, so this is not a fucking apology. Also I’d rather rip my own eyes out of my skull, smash them with a hammer, and then inject the liquid into my ass than actually engage you in any kind of conversation, so knowing that this is the one platform you can still check for me on, I’m going to post this here... Its about time I had my say without putting myself in physical danger.

You would think I wouldn’t have an essay to correct your 3 lines of a nothing apology, but here we are I guess.

This kind of self deprecating “I wasn’t good enough for you” narrative is truly infuriating, and not because you were actually good enough for me but because of the very reasons you proved yourself not be “not good enough”. You weren’t undeserving of me because you didn’t work, I am physically incapable of doing so myself and I didn’t fall in love with you because you came across mad motivated. You weren’t undeserving of me because you took drugs, drank like a fish or smoked like a chimney, we were both purposefully killing our selves in the same way. You weren’t undeserving of me at all, until you fucked my best friend in the bathroom and collectively gaslit me into wondering if I was imagining the whole thing, and slowly but systematically broke down my confidence and support network away from me. I want this to be very clear; the reason you do not deserve me or any other decent human being is because, you are an abuser, you abuse people.

I was barely a whole person when I met you. I was barely an adult. I had lived through so much already, and had been abused in every area of my existence. I was easy pickings to you. The issue was you were not a pawn to me, a player in any game, or any of that. To me you were this fascinating, beautiful soul, to me you were someone who needed my love who needed someone to support you and I couldn’t believe that you chose me to fill that role. I was freshly 18 that month, and I had just had a flat mate steal £3k and kill my kitten.

I weighed all of 63lbs that night you lost the plot on me because I didn’t want to go to Big Red to watch that actual cunt of a waitress smile at me as she gave you lap dances, it’s not even a dance joint it was a fucking bar. You allowed other people to emotionally abuse me with you for months up until this point and I just didn’t want to go, all I wanted was the keys and I would of gone home alone and gone to bed. Why you feel the need to publicly humiliate me again instead of just leaving it? You couldn’t just go be adulterous without me watching and hurting, so you followed me home, screaming at me the whole time. You told me I was pathetic, you hated me, I should just kill myself- on a bus on a Saturday night, from the bar I worked in, in soho, back to our place near Caledonian Road. I was so unstable anyway, undiagnosed autism, misdiagnosed mental health issues, on the wrong if any medication, deep within the throws of an addiction and eating disorder... you. I couldn’t take you verbally ripping my heart out anymore when I decided that throwing myself from our 3rd story window would hurt less. The fact I could of died isn’t what made you grab me and stop me jumping, no in fact you told me you don’t care if I kill my self as long as it’s not in the flat, you were much more concerned with the amount of drugs in the flat and the prison opposite our window. At that point you threw me full pelt across the other side of the room, all 63lbs of me flew through the air like a paper aeroplane and smashed directly into your guitar. You know your beloved custom Les Paul? The headstock came off, and at that very moment despite the fact you were the one who threw me, my life was the one in danger. You started strangling me and threatening to have men come down to London to gang rape my then 14 year old sister. It gets a little fuzzy, that’s what your brain does when you experience potentially life ending trauma. I do know I ended up with stitches in my lips and hands, that you fractured my right eye socket- that I still suffer issues with to this day- and had black bruising covering my entire body like a bus had hit me.

For a couple of years there my brain completely blocked out important details of that night, and a lot of our relationship. Don’t worry though periodically I have the real type of flashback where I relive these events and I come back to reality remembering more than I ever wanted to. I’m yet to even touch on the fact that whilst I may of been able to escape you in waking life, my dreams are perpetually stuck in this horrific PTSD dream land, a town that is a mash up of all the places I’ve been traumatised in my life, the place you eternally reside inside my head to traumatise me whilst I desperately need to rest. You haven’t really left my life despite the efforts I have made to avoid you (I think I’ve seen you once, from a distance once at Download 2 years ago, my heart fell out my ass, and I dragged Camilla in another direction) I have only 2 dreams in 6 years that haven’t included you chasing me down to finish what you started and kill me or keep me captive. But that’s what trauma does, and oh how you traumatised me.

I really loved you though, that’s why I stayed, and those couple times I tried to leave before I came back. I loved you so unconditionally that it took me realising that everyone else around us was so complicit that they’d help you hide by body. To this very day I cannot believe a man, a male roommate, walked in on you pinning me into a sofa by my neck, with both your planted knees on top of my chest, full weight suffocating me, biting the end of my nose until it was blackened and he had the audacity me I needed to calm down. I have to label the guy the world biggest pussy in my head so I don’t get wound up about it.

I wasn’t perfect, I can never be perfect, I have more imperfections than most. I am severely mentally and physically unwell- I sure as hell am a pain in the ass to love- however I cannot actually think of a damn thing I did to deserve constant unending emotional abuse, threatens and follow through of physical abuse and then after I left stalking and harassment. I am difficult but I am not deserving of abuse and that’s all you gave me in the end... unless of course you “needed your baby girl to suck your dick” - that was the only time you were ever nice to me, and I know because I recently read back a bunch of our texts and you flipped between “I hate you, I’m gonna kill you/kill your self” to “I need my beautiful girl to come and suck my dick I love you so much” is actually fucking insane. - Should I bring up the fact you would bang pathetic girls on the scene and then dicknotise them into stalking and harassing me with you? Because... what I had the audacity to leave a man, of over 6ft tall, who would become violent to my 5ft 63lbs self?

So yeah, you didn’t deserve me, but not because of any self deprecating attention seeking reason but because you’re a sociopath, who seems to take pleasure in fucking with vulnerable women.

Am I happy? Now that’s a fucking difficult one to answer.

I ended up homeless on and off for a year. Despite the homelessness I had suffered before this was worse because of the place I was in mentally.

You caused me to develop complex PTSD.

You caused me to have a 3 year long psychotic break.

You caused me to live in secure supported housing, where I was prayed upon by other residents.

You caused me to fall victim to abuse within the system

Not sure if you know this but our mental health services sucks ass, after leaving you I had a delightful therapist that would text me telling to kill my self and would tell me you were right to abuse me.

But I got one thing from our relationship, I fine tuned my “four Fs” ...I no longer freeze or fight in the face of difficulty... I developed an ability to fawn.

Dead ends are no longer in my eyeline, I will metaphorically straight on walk through someone else’s house to get where I need to be, I will jump the fence, break the locks and out run any guard dog. I may fall down but I’m never out.

When I was diagnosed with multiple chronic illnesses and essentially lived in hospital for 3 years, even when I thought to end my life it was weighed out by the thought of “how do I get to a place we’re I can do even 5% of what I want? What do I have to change, manifest?”.

You see if you could only temporarily break me but not stop me then why the hell would I let my own mind and body do that? That ability to fawn came with an ability to find a middle path, to be diplomatic. That ability to fawn gave me the patience to understand medical text and use that to access the right care. ~ I am actually thinking of starting a medical degree just to prove I can ~ I am now 98lbs and healthy for my size and stature, I now have a home with a housing association who like me so much they have me a lifetime partner agreement, meaning I will never be homeless again. I have been clean 7 whole goddamn years and 2 months. I have the most beautiful empathic cat, 2 foster dogs and an incredibly patient partner, who has known me before you had ever entered my life. I am as healthy as someone in my position can be, I still struggle with the anorexic thoughts but I eat everyday of the fucking week now.

I am not “happy” as happy is an emotion and emotions are fleeting but I am content in living for the simple life I have fought ever so hard for. I am strong, and determined and constantly fucking working on making more for myself. I’m proud of myself.

All I have to say is get therapy. If you’re really sorry work on yourself enough to be able to apologise properly before you fuck my day up by rising your head again for this weakness. I can’t say I don’t have morbid curiosity, because that’s me all over, however I’m much more determined to keep all that I have work for mentally, emotionally, and physically safe. For that reason I would never in my right medicated mind talk it out with you, email you back or seek you out. I’m sorry, it is what it is.

You can not damage someone irreparably both mentally and physically and think “I’m sorry for being a cunt” even close to cuts it. You are mentally unbalanced, in a way not even I can relate to.

[katehuntington]

How You & I Will Be - part two

Fandom: Supernatural Timeframe: mid-season 2 Main characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (mentioned), Ellen & Jo Harvelle (mentioned), Ash (mentioned), Mary Winchester (mentioned), Reader’s mom (mentioned) Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually) Series summary: When a hellhound case in the mountains goes sideways, Dean and Y/N find themselves trapped in a small cabin, miles from civilization. A serious injury forces the two hunters to come to terms with their true feelings for each other. Rescue is on its way, but will it be in time? Warnings part two: minor angst, some fluff, pining, swearing, description of blood and injury, bittersweet memories, Dean’s bad singing voice. Music: ‘Hellhound On My Trail’ by Robert Johnson, ‘Piano Man’ by Billy Joel Word Count: 2341 words Author’s note: Part two of a five part mini-series. This part might feel like short pause from all the drama, but I promise you it’s only the silence before the storm. @idreamofhazel and @littlegreenplasticsoldier, thank you so much for being awesome betas!  

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     “You know what I want?”      Y/N pulls up one knee to her chest and fold her arms around it, trying not to move the injured leg as she does so. It took a little while, but the abandoned cabin is finally starting to warm up now that a fire is growing under the chimney. Thankfully, Dean found some wood in the backroom, although they will run out soon enough. Flames flicker playfully and every now and then the wood cracks, lighting ambers up into the air.      “Please share,” he replies before he rests his head against the wooden wall and closes his eyes for a moment.      “A beer.”

     He chuckles and gazes at her, a sense of pride and amusement on his handsome face. He straightens himself, his shoulder rubbing against hers, and smiles. Man, is she one cool chick or what?      “Right there with ya. I’d kill for a Budweiser,” he agrees.      “Or a good glass of whiskey,” she imagines, closing her eyes imagining the drink.      “Jack Daniels.”      “Johnny Walker.”      They both sigh at the same time as a silence follows, and for a while they dwell in their thoughts. Chances are, though, that neither of them is ever going to have that drink. Surely, Sam is a smart guy and a fantastic hunter, but he can’t work miracles. The youngest Winchester is right; for as far as they know, there is nothing that can kill a hellhound.

     Tired out, Y/N stares at the fire, the same fire she saw when she looked that monster in the eye as it sneaked closer, growling, blood dripping from its mouth. Apprehensively, she swallows; this is going to result in some nightmares, of that she’s sure. Looking for a little affection, she leans in towards Dean and rests her head on his shoulder while her gaze slides down to her leg. Her friend bandaged it to keep it clean, but she can feel it throbbing. She lost a fair amount of blood, enough to feel sleepy and light headed. It’s clear as day that she needs to get to a hospital, and that says something coming from her. Yet they are stuck on a mountain slope, miles away from civilization, miles away from help. Y/N wants to keep her hopes up, she does, but even an optimist would have to admit that it's looking pretty grim.

     "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Dean asks softly, laying his cheek against her hair.      A small smile forms, the corner of her mouth curls up a little. She has known the Winchesters for quite some time now. They are like her brothers; she would die for them and they would do the same for her. Both boys have the ability to see behind the mask she claims to wear so well. It’s not often that Dean is this affectionate, though. Him almost losing his friend probably has something to do with it.      "We're in deep shit, Dean," she acknowledges.      "Can't deny that," he admits. "But we'll get out of this mess. Sam is working his mojo down the mountain and we will figure out a way to kill those chihuahuas, okay?"      Y/N looks up at him, into his emerald green eyes. He seems so calm, so confident. It eases her a little, and so she lets the air escape from her lips as he slips his arm around her and lets her lean in against him. Her eyes fall shut; it's starting to dawn on her just how tired she is. A mixture of fear, lack of sleep and blood loss, she assumes. But laying here, so close to Dean, it makes her feel all kinds of other things too.

     Safe, no matter how many hellhounds are on their doorstep.      Warm, despite the freezing cold outside.      Loved, even though she knows Dean doesn't love her the way she loves him. 

    Y/N always had a soft spot for the oldest Winchester brother, but in their line of work it seemed stupid to get involved with the hunter. Of course she has wondered, asked herself ‘what if it works out’ and ‘what if this time it won’t hurt.’ But since everyone she cares for has either left or died, she reluctantly kept her distance. It’s what got her into this business in the first place. The losses she suffered left scars so deep, that she promised herself that she would never let anyone close again. And then Sam and Dean walked into the Roadhouse and bought her a drink.

     She chuckles. The Roadhouse, man, did they spend a lot of time there. She thinks about the bar for a moment. The worn leather stools, the pool table that Ash sleeps on when it’s not being used, the old jukebox that is full of R.E.O. and other mullet rock.      “I wish I brought my iPod,” Y/N comments.      The silence in the cabin is bothering her and a little music would have helped cast out the sound of the dogs rustling through the snow outside, barking every now and then.      "Yeah, I could dig some rock tunes right now,” Dean agrees.            Y/N watches how he picks up the backpack and digs up a snack. Her upper lip twitches at the sight of the protein bar; she finds them disgusting. Dean offers one and she refuses.      “C’mon, you have to eat something,” he pressures.      “I’m not hungry.”      Dean lifts his eyebrows and glares at her sideways, holding her gaze.      “That’s a new one,” he comments after which he takes a bite from his bar. “Have some Gatorade then.”      He hands Y/N the plastic bottle with the blue sports drink inside.      “Dean, stop nursing me!” she refuses chuckling.      “You need to keep up your strength,” he argues.      “For what?”      “For when Sam gets here. Who knows what stunts we might need to pull off when we get your fine little ass out of trouble,” he replies, after which he takes another bite from his bar and grins while chewing.

     Rolling her eyes and sighing reluctantly, Y/N takes the bottle and drinks. When she restores eye contact, she shoots him a ‘Satisfied?’ glare. Dean smirks, amused with her attitude, takes the bottle back and has a swig as well. Y/N can’t help but to steal a glance. My God, isn’t he gorgeous, she thinks to herself. Watching how he has his head tilted back, his strong jawline and rough stubble standing out, throat exposed, then licking his lips after he brings the bottle back down. It reminds her of the times she had a beer with him and his brother. The three of them rode out plenty of nights, to find a quiet spot where they sat on the hood of the Impala under a night full of stars. Dean kept the beers coming, she played some music, Sam made sure they got home okay. Y/N smiles at the memory and flips through to the next, not noticing how Dean is studying her.

     “What?” he wonders, looking at her intently.      “Remember how we basically fought for a month because I wanted to bring my guitar along on the road and you thought it was a waste of space?” she recalls.      Dean looks away as the smile on his lips grows wider.      “Yeah, I remember that. And I had a point too. Baby is not a tour bus.”      “It’s one guitar, Dean! You have an arsenal big enough for a small army in the trunk!”      “Exactly! No room for your musical instruments,” he exclaims, but smirking nonetheless.      Y/N lifts her head victoriously because they both know who won this battle.      “Where is my guitar now?”      Dean clears his throat. “In the car.”      Both have a laugh, the grim mood lifted for a moment.

     “You brought your harmonica?” he asks curious.      Y/N opens her jacket and takes the tiny object out of her inner pocket.      “Who needs an iPod then,” he responds, delighted. “Play something.”      Looking forward to her performance, he straightens his back and turns to face his partner. He always enjoys it when she plays or sings, somehow it always seems to calm him down. Dean watches as Y/N leans against the wall again, trying to think of a suitable song. Then she holds the harmonica in front of her mouth with one hand and partly covers the exhale holes as she lets the air flow through, creating that unique sound. Waiting for Dean to guess the song, she plays the tune. He’s a little slow on the uptake, but then she notices the expression of recognition on his face.      “Hellhound On My Trail? Seriously?” he comments.

     Y/N pauses and laughs. She was wondering how long it would take for him to figure that one out. Content with herself she holds the harmonica in front of her, tracing the delicate initials in the silver with her fingertips. There's a story behind this instrument, the first she learned to play.      "It used to be my Mom's," Y/N shares, when she feels Dean's lingering stare. "She taught me to play it. Guitar, too."      The line on Dean's lips curve up, listening to her story.      "She was a great singer. I remember when I was really young, she would sing me lullabies, but not always usual ones."      Dean chuckles; that sounds familiar."My mom didn't appreciate the traditional lullabies either."      "Really? What would she sing to you?" she asks intrigued.      "Beatles songs, mostly. 'Hey Jude' was her favorite," Dean recalls.      His gaze drifts away as he takes a short trip down Memory Lane, trying to grasp what recollections he has of Mary. Afterall, he was only four years old when she died.

     "Mom was a big fan of Billy Joel," Y/N remembers. “She usually lulled me to sleep by singing ‘Vienna’ and ‘Lullabye’.”      “Why don’t you play one of his songs, then?” Dean offers.      “I thought that wasn’t your thing,” she assumes.      Dean shrugs. “Maybe not what I would normally listen to, but I sure can appreciate it. Play something you enjoy for once.”      He’s got a point, because Y/N usually plays what he likes. Truth be told, she would practice songs by his favorite bands for hours whenever they weren’t together, just to impress him. It worked too, she will never forget the sparkle in his eyes as he watched her absolutely nail the riff of ‘When The Levee Breaks’ by Led Zeppelin.

     Again Y/N takes a moment to find a song in her memory to play, then the ultimate Billy Joel track comes to mind.      “Okay, imagine…” she holds out her hand, painting a picture as she’s telling the story.  “Imagine the Roadhouse. Old worn furniture, hunting antiques and vintage beer signs on the wall. Pool table over there, a U-shaped counter on this side. It’s crowded, but not too crowded, y’know? Hunters are having a drink, laughing, writing in their journals, exchanging stories. Jo and Ellen are there, Bobby too, Ash is drinking his PBR. It feels…”      Dean watches her in awe. There’s something about her, that’s a given fact. But when she’s passionate and lets her imagination run free, he just can’t stop looking at her. She’s so vibrant, all big eyes and wide smile. Damn, she’s beautiful, he thinks to himself.

     She pauses, feeling Dean’s eyes on her and meeting his intrigued gaze, causing her to lose her breath for a second. Their eyes remain locked and she can feel him drinking her in. It’s a good thing that she knows he’s not in love, otherwise she might start to believe he is.      “It feels… cozy, and happy… and warm,” she continues.     Then Y/N breaks eye-contact and points at the other corner of the little cabin.     “Over there is a piano. A man walks over, sits down and starts to play.”     She brings the harmonica to her mouth and starts the music. Although Dean would probably consider this kind of music too soft, the joyful sound of his laughter mixes with the notes. Y/N breathes out relieved in the break; she hoped she would get to hear that sound again. The melody repeats with a playful variation and she closes her eyes in enjoyment.

     “You know the first verse?” she challenges.      “What? Me?” Dean glares at her, surprised.      “I’m not asking the dogs to howl along. Yeah, you!” she grins.      “Yeah, I know the song,” he sits up and prepares.      Y/N nods excited. “Alright, you do first verse, I’ll do the second.”      Again she hits the note and Dean comes in right on cue. His impression of Billy Joel is not entirely on key, but it’s amusing nonetheless.

     It's nine o'clock on a Saturday      The regular crowd shuffles in      There's an old man sitting next to me      Makin' love to his tonic and gin

     He says, "Son, can you play me a memory      I'm not really sure how it goes      But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete      When I wore a younger man's clothes.

     Y/N can’t help but to laugh, but keeps on playing and Dean keeps on singing. She takes over the lyrics of the second verse and they join together for the chorus.  

     Sing us a song, you're the piano man      Sing us a song tonight      Well, we're all in the mood for a melody      And you've got us feelin' alright

     It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday      And the manager gives me a smile      'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see      To forget about life for a while      And the piano, it sounds like a carnival      And the microphone smells like a beer      And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar      And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"

     Sing us a song you're the piano man      Sing us a song tonight      Well we're all in the mood for a melody      And you got us feeling alright

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Aspects Ch 7

I had to divide this chapter into sections cause there’s a lot and it was getting long. 

Ch 7: Child: Sons in Turmoil

The commotion had drawn almost every aspect out to the balcony. The Shell remained on the couch, uncaring and infallible as always. 

“Norm doesn’t want everything to return to normal. Or as normal as it’ll ever be around here anyway,” Vanessa said quietly. Perry rubbed circles on her back, comforting her the best he could. 

He knew Norm had never been subtle about voicing his displeasure with Perry and Vanessa’s plan to retrieve the aspects. This was the longest period that Norm had received Heinz’s attention without the scolding. 

Perry perched on the edge of the balcony, motioning for everyone to stand back while he opened his glider. 

“I’ll stay with Vanessa,” the Father said, draping his arm across her shoulders and pulling her close. “I’m trusting you with Norm, Perry the Platypus. Don’t you dare hurt him more than necessary.” 

He was surprised the Father admitted hurting Norm was inevitable. Or that he hadn’t tried knocking him off the edge of the building. 

“How come you never said anything about Norm’s A.I allowing him to mimic human emotions?” the Scientist demanded. “I really need to find his instruction manual so I can know what other capabilities he has!” 

Thoughtless rolled his eyes. “It was obvious. Get your head out of your toolbox and step outside once in a while.” 

“And he’s not mimicking emotions,” the Father muttered. 

“Dad, please don’t start,” Vanessa said. “That goes for you too.” She pointed to Thoughtless, who scoffed at being singled out. 

The Performer leaned on the edge next to Perry, oblivious to the argument between the other three aspects. “There was a kid earlier. All the commotion we were making before we split up probably scared him off,” he sighed, shaking his head. “It’s like he didn’t want attention but still wanted attention. You know, when I put it that way it sounds confusing but I swear it’s true.” 

Perry gave him a thumbs-up, grateful for some information he could actually use. Then he took off, hoping this would be the final time he would need to comb through the city in search of an aspect. 

“The Aspect-inator is ready to go,” the Scientist reported. “Haven’t tested it yet. Maybe I should try hitting that pizza place down the street and try separating the ham and pineapple combo.” 

Vanessa shook her head. “Please don’t. If the OWCA sees it firing, they’ll alert Perry, or another agent. And whoever comes over might not be willing to reason.” 

The Scientist opened his mouth to protest, but thought better of it when the Father glared at him distrustfully. 

“She’s got a point,” Thoughtless admitted. “Since you’re handling the inator, I give it two seconds before it blows up in your face like literally everything else.” 

“Anyway, why are you and Perry the Platypus so focused on this mission?” the Performer asked. “The rest of these guys wouldn’t be nearly that endearing to an audience. No offense.” 

Thoughtless rolled his eyes. “I’m taking plenty of offense. Pretty sure they’re just trying to fix something we did. That’s how it usually goes. They wind up with our mess.” 

Vanessa didn’t have the energy to correct him. She sat on the opposite side of the couch from the Shell, though she didn’t find his constant silence reassuring. 

Like his dad, Norm wasn’t one for subtlety. He lay flat on his stomach, half of his body poking out from an alleyway. His legs swung up and down above the sidewalk, and several people were forced out into the street to avoid them.

“THEN I SPILLED PIPING HOT COFFEE ON THE EVIL ROBOT AND SAVED MY DAD FROM BEING PHARMACIST PUREE!” Norm exclaimed.

“Cool! I save my family from witches and evil spirits all the time, but....” a familiar squeaky voice faltered, and the conversation shifted into an uneasy lull. 

Perry landed on a building above them, quickly ducking next to a chimney for additional cover. 

A child was peeking at Norm over a small stack of cardboard boxes. His clothing was outdated by several decades, and his beak-like nose stuck comically across the surface of a box. 

Heinz only had a few childhood pictures, and they all seemed rather dull and lifeless. Because Perry had been part of countless family photos with the Flynn-Fletchers, it was almost shocking to see half an album where nobody looked happy at all.

Norm had found the last aspect, and Perry doubted he would be nearly as cordial this time. 

“BUT WHAT?” Norm asked. 

The Child shifted uncomfortably. “...they don’t say thanks. Mother says thanks to Roger. She doesn’t to me. And Father...I don’t know. He just yells.” 

“MY DAD DOESN’T SAY IT UNTIL HIS LIFE IS IN DANGER,” Norm quipped. “BUT HE SAYS I’M A PILE OF SCRAP METAL.” 

“Is being a pile of scrap metal the same as being a schnitzel?” the Child wondered. 

“SCHNITZEL GENERALLY REFERS TO MEAT THAT HAS BEEN COATED IN BEATEN EGGS, FLOUR, AND BREAD CRUMBS, THEN FRIED IN OIL OR FAT. MY SENSORS INDICATE THAT YOU ARE HUMAN AND NOT A SCHNITZEL.” 

“Um, thanks?” the Child said awkwardly, unsure of how to respond to that statement. “Piles of scrap metal can’t talk. And you work just fine.” 

Norm stood up, his mouth flipping into a grin. “THANK YOU FOR THOSE KIND WORDS. NOW THAT MY DAD’S NEGATIVE QUALITIES ARE THEIR OWN ENTITY, HE CAN NO LONGER DENY THAT I AM HIS SON. YOU’LL BE APPRECIATED AND NEVER YELLED AT AGAIN IF YOU JOIN ME.” 

He held out his hand, patiently waiting for the Child to take it. 

Perry crouched against the edge of the roof, preparing to intervene. He couldn’t allow Norm to take such drastic measures. The Child shuffled forward, a wary yet hopeful look on his face. His hand stretched forward....

Then he pulled back, looking down at the ground shamefully. 

“I can’t. I can’t just leave. They care. They’re toughening me up. They’ve gotta care if they’re doing that,” the Child’s voice quivered. 

“BUT WOULD IT KILL THEM TO SAY PLEASE AND THANK YOU?” Norm asked. 

“I don’t...I mean...sorry...” the Child stammered, taking a step back. “I don’t know what you’re getting at.” 

Perry climbed down the fire escape as fast as he could, putting himself between the Child and Norm. He spread his arms out to signal Norm to stop. 

“I KNEW YOU WOULD FOLLOW ME, PERRY THE PLATYPUS,” Norm said, forming a fist and raising it above his head. 

Perry pushed the Child to the ground, then crouched in front of him for protection. “I WARNED YOU BEFORE. DON’T TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME.” 

Now there was a possibility of dangerously injuring someone if Norm hit a building. He would have to draw Norm out into the open. It was risky though. He ran a risk being spotted by the Flynn-Fletchers. 

OWCA would probably write him up for attracting the attention of a crowd or the media, who could easily compromise his identity. 

A hand brushed his back, and Perry almost lost his balance out of surprise. He turned to see the Child timidly averting his gaze. “He’s just scared,” he mumbled. “You shouldn’t hurt him if he’s scared.” 

And Perry was reminded of another child. His optimism was both boundless and contagious, and his smile could brighten up a dark room better than any light bulb. 

The Child had the potential to be like Phineas Flynn, but his parents stifled and feared any creativity he had. 

But they never succeeded in stomping out his empathy. 

Norm hadn’t brought his fist down yet. He towered over them, but his arm remained raised. Almost as if he was waiting for something. 

Now that he knew Norm wouldn’t harm the Child, Perry couldn’t keep using him as a shield.

He tensed, keeping his eyes on the opening to the left of Norm. If he could just get out to the main road, he could minimize the damage to any structures nearby. 

After a mental count to three, Perry sprinted for the street, sliding underneath Norm’s outstretched leg as he tried to block his escape route. 

Norm’s head spun to face him before the rest of his body did. 

“I WANTED A DAY WITH MY DAD. AND I GOT IT. ONLY FOR YOU TO TAKE IT AWAY!” Norm’s voice rose, his sentences punctuated with each punch he tried to throw. 

People were already taking their phones out and recording. More joined with every second that passed. 

Perry dodged another attack, which hit the base of a tree instead. It gave Perry an idea. He just needed to find an oak surrounded by acorns to get the squirrel out of his chest cavity. 

A van with a satellite swerved around the multiple potholes, trying to get close to the action. 

OWCA was going to have his head for this. 

[jellidile]

Tears Shed in The Dark 2

wowow here is the part 2 I said I had! It’s nothing crazy. Just David and company reminiscing. I’m not sure if it’s canon, but hopefully, letting David live in Miller’s house is okay with y’all.

10 years had passed since Catherine Miller had lost her father and moved in with her uncle. And now at 22, she finally was going to visit her old house one last time. Venom and Quiet gave her a hug as she stood at the door. Catherine smiled,

“It’ll only be a few days. Then I’ll come back and well, I want to talk to you both about something.” Venom grinned ruffling her hair,

“Just make sure you call us every now and then. I’ve spent 10 years worrying about you. I’m not stopping today.” She nodded opening the door,

“Obviously I will V. I’ll see you both later!” With a wave Catherine sighed. If she was lucky, she’d make it to the house on the twenty-fifth.

Luck seemed to be on Catherine’s side as the afternoon sun shone on the snow around the familiar house. Catherine was surprised to see smoke coming from the chimney. She didn’t know anyone had lived there since her father. She decided to look around the outside first, going around she saw that the backyard fence that had been used to keep Shiba now held even more dogs. Catherine could swear it was at least fifty. Heading back to the front of the house Catherine could hear people inside,

“Hal! I saw a lady outside! She was so pretty! And she had these cool glasses!” Who Catherine assumed to be Hal, spoke next,

“Y-You what! D-Dave, could you check that out!?” Catherine sighed walking up to the door. She didn’t know she’d have to intrude on someone’s day. Especially not on the anniversary of her father’s death. She stood at the door as it opened. The man who opened the door, his eyes went wide as he looked at Catherine,

“Master Miller?” Catherine gasped as the man spoke. She knew that voice. It was a lifetime ago, but she knew that voice,

“David?” It was confusion that crossed his face first then it turned into realization,

“Wait, his daughter! C-Catherine, is that you?” Taking off her father’s glasses Catherine hugged David. It had been too long since she’d heard his voice,

“David, my god it’s been too long!” David slowly closed his arms around Catherine. Catherine pulled away and placed her hands on his shoulders,

“You look so old!” David chuckled,

“And you’re wearing Master Miller’s glasses.” She smiled sadly at the name,

“Yeah.” From behind David, ‘‘Hal’’ spoke,

“David who is it? Do you know them?” David welcomed Catherine in. She stared at the living room. It hadn’t changed very much. A new chair there, a coloured rug here. Catherine looked in front of her to see a thin man staring back at her. Messy black hair framed his face, and glasses reflected the light. Catherine paused, giving the stranger a wave,

“Hi. I’m Catherine Miller.” Immediately the man’s eyes sparkled,

“Wait like, the same Miller that trained David and made war economy a thing?” She paused, did her dad actually do that? David sighed,

“This is his daughter Hal.” Hal nodded with an “oh!” a stuck his hand out, Catherine firmly shook it,

“Nice to meet you…” Hal stared for a moment,

“Hal! Hal Emmerich. Nice to meet you Catherine.” She smiled as a little girl peeked from behind Hal. Catherine waved with a smile,

“Hello there.” The girl grinned walking out of her hiding spot,

“Hello! I’m Sunny!” Catherine chuckled,

“Nice to meet you Sunny. I’m Catherine.” Sunny smiled as David went and sat on the couch,

“Can I ask why you came back, not much here for you.” Catherine sighed,

“Thought I’d see home one last time before I go and live my life.” Hal took a moment,

“Does that mean you used to live here? David isn’t this where they found your mentor’s… ?” Both Catherine and David nodded. David perked up and looked at Catherine,

“How are you alive? Whoever killed Miller, they were out for blood. They would have killed everyone in the house.” Catherine looked at David closely, chuckling,

“Well I went to stay with my uncle Venom. Thinking about it, he looks alot like you.” She watched as David paled,

“He does?” She nodded pulling out her camera from the shoulder bag she usually wore,

“Yeah, I have a picture of him! Wanna see?” David rushed over as Catherine brought the picture onto the screen. His eyes went wide,

“He’s alive?!” Catherine worriedly put the camera down,

“David what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He took a step back,

“Who is that Catherine?” She looked quizzically at him,

“I’ve always known him as Venom. He’s not a bad guy David.” David bit his lip,

“C-Can you call him over?” Catherine paused,

“It’ll take a few days. But I can.”

A few days past, since Catherine had arrived at the house, and things had been going well. David was still worried about Venom’s visit. Anyone could tell by just looking at him. And Catherine had learned what David and her father were doing. She was amazed by the story David told, and she couldn’t wait to get the other half from Venom. Although, V sounded too happy when she’d asked him to come over. Hal had been fun to talk to, and Sunny was a joy. Just being around the small family made Catherine’s heart yearn. David and Hal had let her stay on the couch, but she could barely sleep. Just being in her old home again reignited feelings long thought gone. Sometimes she found herself standing where she had stood 10 years before, when her father had given her his glasses. 

Catherine hadn’t mentioned that the day she arrived was the anniversary of her father’s death. She didn’t want David or skirt around mentioning him, or have any of that awkward pity.

The night before Venom was to arrive Catherine couldn’t sleep, again. Memories were flying through her head. Playing with her father. Stories, songs, time spent together. Soon it became too much and all Catherine could do was step outside. Wrapping the knit blanket she’d been given tight around her shoulders, Catherine leaned off the porch rail. It was cold. Cold enough she felt it bite into her skin. Yet Catherine didn’t care, because at least it wasn’t him.

 A small bench was on the porch and Catherine curled up onto it. Looking to the sky, the millions of stars stared back. The Northern Lights glistened and the moon’s gentle light caressed everything in sight. Catherine felt at home, peaceful memories slowly filtered through. She had more control outside, instead of everything hitting her at once. Late night snuggles, and hot chocolate seeped through the cracks of her mind. She closed her eyes letting the cold and the night wash everything away.

The door creaked open and Catherine snapped her head to the door shrinking her figure. She only relaxed when she saw that it was David. He looked over to her and sighed,

“You’re going to get sick out here. Come back inside.” She grimaced,

“In a second. Just need to breathe. Did I wake you?” David softened slightly,

“No. I’m a light sleeper sometimes. Thought I’d see what you were up to.” Catherine stiffly got up heading to the door,

“Alright. I’d hate to have disturbed you.” David chuckled,

“You’re nothing like him. Or, your manners aren’t anyway.” Catherine sighed gently sitting down on the couch. David sat next to her,

“Are you okay?” Catherine groaned quietly,

“No. I can’t sleep, and I already feel like I have to go back outside.” David pat her shoulder,

“Just let it filter. Don’t try to hide or ignore anything. It’s the only way.” Catherine closed her eyes and did as David instructed. Image’s flowed and she didn’t even realize until she’d opened her eyes that she was crying. She let the tears fall and then, nothing. David hummed looking out the window,

“Isn’t a nice feeling? No big realization, no determined spark. Just, nothing.” Catherine breathed wiping her face,

“I’ve never felt better. And I’ve never felt worse.” David looked over to her quizzically, but Catherine just continued,

“He’s gone. Has been for a while. So,” Quietly she got up and walked to the mantle over the fireplace. On which there were mostly pictures of Hal, Sunny, and David. But in the centre was an old worn photo of Kazuhira Miller and a small bundle. Taking her father’s sunglasses off the coffee table Catherine placed them in front of the picture, “just for today, he can finally just be gone. I can always remember him tomorrow.” Two more tears slid down Catherine’s cheeks as she turned away from the photo. She sent a smile to David,

“You should get some sleep. I’ll be okay.” It was then David saw his master in front of him. Tired eyes and enough pain for two hidden behind a single convincing smile. That drive to work and distract that overflowing mind written clear as day. Blue eyes that at one point had sparkled now sat dulled. And messy hair too tedious to keep neat pulled into a loose ponytail. David resisted the urge to call out for him. For David, it really felt like he was there.

In the morning Catherine had “woken up” earlier than everyone else. She was busy cooking hashbrowns and bacon when Sunny woke up and smelled food,

“Miss Catherine? What are you doing?” Catherine smiled flipping a pepper container without spilling anything,

“Cooking breakfast. Hashbrowns, bacon, toast, pancakes, and eggs. I’m almost done. It’s just eggs and setting the table.” Catherine watched the little girl shift nervously. Smiling Catherine pulled over a nearby stool with her foot as she put the bacon and hashbrowns on a plate,

“Could you help me with the eggs Sunny? I hear you have a lot of practice.” Watching the little girl perk up and nod feverishly was more than enough for Catherine. And she’d had the most fun cooking in a while too. Sunny was always a joy to talk to. And it was even better to watch Sunny’s little eyes sparkle when Catherine spun around and caught an egg on the spatula. Hal, and David woke not to long after the girl’s were done cooking. Sunny smiled wide as they sat down to eat. David glanced over at Catherine, but didn’t get the chance to ask her if she had even gone to sleep. Sunny smiled when Catherine had given her pancakes shaped like a smile. And no one noticed the water welling in Catherine’s eyes. She couldn’t deny it, but this is all she’d ever wanted. A day at home where her whole family would be together. Catherine couldn’t wait to see Venom.

It was in the afternoon that Venom arrived. David had been in the back of the house checking on the dogs when there was a knock on the door. Hal had been talking to Catherine about anime again, while Sunny was playing in her room. Catherine jumped the couch and quickly opened the door. She smiled wide hugging her uncle,

“V! You’re here! And you brought Quiet!” Turning around Catherine seemed to hug air. Then Quiet appeared. Hal was left speechless at the sudden appearance of the woman and could only sit bug-eyed. Venom looked impressed,

“I didn’t know you could fix an old house like this so fast.” chuckling Catherine shook her head,

“No, I didn’t fix this house. David, Hal and Sunny live here. This is Hal!” Catherine ran over to Hal and grabbed his shoulders. Breaking the trance he had been in. Immediately he began stuttering,

“N-Nice to m-meet you! I’m Hal!” Venom smiled brightly,

“Please call me V, if you’d like! Or Ahab!” Hal was still staring directly at Quiet,

“Catherine, you are a-aware t-that woman just, just appeared right?!” Catherine laughed,

“That’s Quiet. She doesn’t talk, so me and V can help you understand her. She, uh, does that sometimes.” Patting Hal’s shoulder’s Catherine welcomed them in and told V why they were here,

“David asked if I could call you. No idea why. But he’s the soldier I used to know when I was little!” Venom froze. He still smiled, but he had a feeling this was going to be an awkward few hours.

Venom had forgotten every bad feeling however when Sunny came out. She peeked from around a corner and Venom gently smiled when he saw her. Quiet was too busy writing a reply to one of Hal’s many questions to notice. Sunny slowly came from behind the wall and walked over to Catherine,

“Who’s that Catherine?” With a smile Venom waved,

“I’m uncle V. Though, I guess, I’m more grandpa V to you little one.” Sunny stopped. She had liked the way Catherine had talked about her uncle and decided he didn’t look scary. Sunny actually giggled seeing the bright knitted sweater he wore. Catherine beamed as Sunny went to sit with Venom,

“He’s just a big teddy bear Sunny. You should show him your dogs later. He loves dogs.” Venom shook his head reaching over and ruffling Catherine’s hair as she walked by,

“Don’t tell her all my secrets Catherine.” Catherine merely stuck her tongue out and was surprised to see David standing in the doorway of the back door. Pale,

“David? Are you okay?” Catherine reached out to David. He didn’t even register her being there. Instead David could only mumble,

“But I thought. He went with… the-” David suddenly rushed forward and Catherine wasn’t quick enough to catch him. He walked over to Venom and paused. Venom looked back calmly asking Sunny to go to Hal. David didn’t even speak,

“David. It’s good to see you. Looking as old as I am.” David’s face contorted into rage and confusion,

“You should be dead. Both of you.” Venom nodded,

“Should be, and we are. I’m just an old man now David. I have no mission.” David was at a loss for words. Catherine hovered behind Venom worriedly. Venom sighed,

“I want nothing more than to live out my days in peace. Although, I’m sure Catherine would appreciate us both being, around at least.” Catherine tapped Venom’s shoulder and he pat her hand,

“Catherine, it’s time you learn what your father used to do with me, and, who I used to be.” Catherine sat down on the couch. And she listened. And for once, she understood her father. Why he wouldn’t go with her, why he never talked about her mother, why he knew he would die. Why he gave her his glasses. Catherine understood him. Catherine could forgive him, even though she never blamed him in the first place,

“So dad was… Your best friend, even though he knew you weren’t, who you were?” Venom chuckled,

“It’s confusing, I know. Honestly I’m just glad that he still talked to me after… everything.” Catherine shrugged. It felt like she was supposed to be amazed by all this information. But she was just thankful she did know. She glanced at David, everything about him radiated with distrust. Venom was quick to see it,

“I don’t expect you to ever trust me David. But at least save your glares for when I’m gone. Unless Catherine or you invite me, I won’t stick around here. Too many memories.” David huffed,

“Christ, you really did raise her. Was it you who taught her to go outside to breathe?” Venom shot a look back to Catherine,

“No. I’ve told her not to do that. Catherine, do you mind explaining?” Catherine smiled backing away,

“Y’know, I think it’s time we make lunch! We’ve all been talking for a while, hm! Sunny want to help?” Sunny laughed as she ran to the kitchen. Catherine clapped her hands shrugging as she quickly disappeared also.

Venom held in a laugh. Looking around he was surprised with how bright the house was. Yet there was nothing of Kaz’s save the chair Venom was sitting on,

“David, Hal, did Kaz leave anything? Pictures, heirlooms, things like that?” Hal shook his head,

“No. When we got here it was empty. Just that chair there, and that picture on the mantle. Even the beds were gone. But we found those in the dump about a week after we moved in.” Venom nodded. With a groan Venom got up and looked at the pictures on the mantle. He liked all the pictures of David, Hal, and Sunny together. But Once he got to the centre Venom’s face fell. The old worn photo still carried enough detail that you could see the faint smile on Kaz’s face as he shakily held Catherine. Venom remembered that day. He watched the photo get taken and afterwards Kaz had begged someone to carry Catherine because he was so terrified of dropping her. Breaking from his trance Venom saw Kaz’s glasses neatly placed in front of the photo. He smiled,

“This is the first time I’ve seen her go without these for so long.” David grumbled,

“Jeez, she really does take after master Miller doesn’t she?” Venom smiled,

“In more ways than you know David. In more ways than you know.”

[benditlikebedford]

“Isn’t in terrifying that we both couldn’t go without the other? a young Matty?

A/N: This is suuuuuuper long! I know it was supposed to be short but I got so carried away. It’s adorable though, sorry for the wait, I hope you love it!

I had been friends with Matty since we were 13 years old. His mum was on the tv show my mum worked on, so when I was a new student starting at his school, he was a safe friend for me. I sort of clung to that, never having been very outgoing and moving at age 13 didn’t help.

I was there when Matty met Adam, Ross, and George. I was slow at first, but I soon grew as close with them as I was with Matty. My first kiss was with Adam during spin the bottle, and Ross broke the nose of the first boy that ever broke my heart.

I didn’t want any part of the band, not liking the attention, quite opposite Matty, but I was their biggest fan. I was their manager of sorts, as much as a group of teens in their garage needed a manager. I was there for Me and You Versus Them, Forever Enjoying Sex, Talkhouse, The Slowdown and Bigsleep. Currently, we were at the name Drive Like I do, which had been my favourite so far.

“Hey, Maxie, are you gonna go to the show tonight,” Matty asked, walking home with me from school.

“What? No,” I told him, clutching my textbooks tighter to my chest, “We’ve got A-levels in three days. I’ve got to study.”

“God, that’s all you do anymore. Just study,” he groaned, kicking at a rock as he moved down the sidewalk.

“This is our future, Matty. It’s more important than seeing a band you told me last week was shitty,” I scoffed. He spent nearly every night at a show, whether it was in a grungy dive bar or the O2, there was hardly a show he missed these days. I went with him a few times, but on a Tuesday night, with what I thought at the time was the exam that would define me for the rest of my life, I wasn’t interested.

“My future is Drive Like I do. I thought yours was too.”

I could tell by the look in his eye that he was offended by where my priorities were, but did he really think that I could throw away my education for a garage band? Going into music as a career was tough. You could be the most talented person in the world and still not make it if you didn’t have luck. Drive Like I do had talent, and we’d have to wait and see about the luck, but I didn’t have any talent. That was all them.

We didn’t talk for the rest of the walk home. We got to his house first, and his mum waved at me from the door. I gave her a smile and a wave back, but as soon as she wasn’t looking my deep scowl returned. My house was only a few down from Matty’s and when I finally got to my own front door I stormed inside and slammed the door.

I sat upstairs in my room for hours, trying to memorize every word printed in my textbook.

“Maxie? There’s someone at the door for you.” I heard my mother call.

“Tell Matthew to go away. I don’t have time for him,” I shouted back. If he thought he was going to try again to drag me to this show I wasn’t having it.

“It’s not Matthew,” I heard a different voice yell up the stairs.

Groaning, I reluctantly put aside my textbook and walked to the top of the stairs, a little relieved when I saw who was at the bottom.

“Adam,” I sighed, smiling slightly, “Come up.”

Adam followed me into my room, crashing onto my bed and dumping the pile of his own textbooks he had been carrying. We were the only two in our friend group taking Chemistry as an A-level, and all our other friends thought we were crazy for picking such a hard class.

“I’m freaking out about this Chemistry exam,” I told him, joining him on the bed and pulling over my textbook and notebook, which had been covered in scribblings and highlights.

“Yeah, me too,” he said with a laugh, taking my notebook to compare with his.

“I’m guessing you’re not going to the show tonight, then?” I asked him, biting at my thumbnail, wondering if he’d heard about Matty and I’s pathetic fight.

“Yeah, Matty’s pissed, but George and Ross will be there. I don’t know why he always insists on bringing all of us if he’s just gonna spend the whole time looking for a girl to shag.”

I felt my heart drop when he mentioned Matty’s usual activities at shows. Matty and I had been friends for so long, it was crazy for me to think about him in anyway more that just that. Maybe it was the whole feeling about going off to Uni soon, the fear of leaving Wilmslow behind, but I was starting to think of him a different way.

I wasn’t Matty’s type at all. He was a manwhore at times, to be blunt, and while I wasn’t squeaky clean, I wasn’t as sexy as the girls Matty was usually into. I knew I didn’t have a chance with him. Matty saw me as one of the guys and he wasn’t going to change now. He knew me through all my awkward phases so there’s no way he would think of me as an attractive woman.

“Yeah, he’s mad at me too,” was all I said.

We worked through chemistry problems for a while, glad to have each other’s help in solving them. Normally, I was more focused, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Adam’s comment.

“Adam, what do you want to do with your life?” I asked him, breaking the focused silence.

He shrugged, putting aside his book and looking at me.

“You don’t want to do the band?” I asked, and he shrugged again.

“I dunno. I guess it’s just good to have a backup plan. I like chemistry.”

“Yeah, me too,” I lied. I hated chemistry. I only picked it because I was good at it, but it was so boring. And if I pursued a career in Chemistry, the band and I would move separate ways.

It was scary, the thought of losing my only friends, the though of starting over at uni, doing something I didn’t even love. I loved the band, I loved watching them perform, I loved how excited Matty got over even the smallest gigs.

After Adam went home, I still couldn’t focus. All I could think about was the fact that there was probably a girl in Matty’s bed right now, snuck through the door when his parents weren’t looking. Matty’s parents knew about his habits, they’d be blind if they didn’t, but they never did anything about it.

I looked out the window of my room. If I looked close enough, I could see the chimney on Matty’s roof poking through the trees, but only when the sun was shining. It was dark now, but I looked anyway. I was in such a trance, I almost didn’t notice that my phone started ringing. I had begged my parents for my own phone for my room, and I finally wore them down just in time for my 18th birthday.

“Hello?” I asked when I picked up, expecting it to be Adam, asking for something he probably left at my place.

“Maxie? It’s Matty,” the voice on the other side said.

“Oh,” was all I could say. Why was he calling me? Was there no other girl? I wasn’t mad at him anymore, but I hadn’t thought yet about what I was going to say to him.

“I’m sorry for what I said about studying- I- do you think you could help me with maths tomorrow?” he asked me. Matty hardly ever said sorry, especially not unprompted, so I could tell he was genuine.

“Yeah, sure. You can come to my house after school,” I said, sparing him the usual teasing.

As I helped him study the next day, I started to worry for him even more. He really was a lost cause when it came to these things. Somehow he had the ability to be a musical genius and plain dense all at the same time.

But even though trying to teach him in one night what a teacher couldn’t teach him in a year got frustrating, I was having way more fun than I did the night before studying Chemistry with Hann. That’s when I knew that I was only going to be happy if my future was Drive Like I do. Screw Chemistry.

I walked into my Chemistry A-Levels later that week at ease. Adam sat beside me, a nervous wreck, but there were no butterflies in my stomach. I knew what I had to do.

I confidently turned in that exam knowing exactly what type of score I was going to receive for it and I felt all the weight of my studies finally relieved.

“Maxie, what the hell is this?” I heard my father yell two weeks later.

Matty and I were sitting on my bed, him slowly trying to teach me to play guitar, switching roles from earlier when I was teaching maths.

I had completely failed my A-Levels. Every single one.

But I wasn’t upset. Drive Like I do was having a gig soon, thanks to me. I was starting to take my job as a manager seriously.

After getting chewed out by my parents, I returned upstairs to Matty who looked at me with concern.

“What was that?” he asked, and I shrugged.

“Failed my A-Levels.”

Matty’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he gaped, “You failed your A-Levels?”

“Yeah, it’s not big deal. Drive Like I do is my future now. I’m not going to Uni without you,” I explained, picking the guitar back up again, slowly plucking the sequence he’d taught me.

“You failed your exams… for the band?” he asked in disbelief.

“Well, for you more than anything,” I admitted, feeling brave after facing my parents, too.

“I only tried to pass mine because I wanted to go with you,” he said, and now it was my turn to be in shock.

“Really?” I asked, and he laughed at me.

“Isn’t it terrifying that we both couldn’t go without the other?” he asked, giving me a signature Matty cheeky grin.

“Super terrifying. I failed chemistry on purpose. So now you’re stuck with me for good, singer boy. You better make it big.”

[infinitetao]

From the Somme to the Blind Side Blitz

As a small boy of two years old my mother's dad, or 'Dada' as she called him, came over from Ireland to stay with us. He had worked at Cork Railway Station for many years. His main past times were reading the racing section of the Derby Telegraph, drinking Guinness from the bottle, and watching the racing in the afternoon, which for some reason used to get him 'giving out' to the tv. This was where our wills crossed, and I wasn't to be messed with. He would want to watch the 12:00pm at Doncaster and I wanted to watch 'Bill and Ben the Flowerpot Men' or 'Spotty Dog' on 'Watch with Mother' , which perversely was scheduled always at the same time. Unluckily for me he had a few tricks up his sleeve. ..

My mam loved a good shop, and would get the 32 bus from the Cavendish just outside our house into the town to the market place most days. She took the opportunity of my grandad being around to pop about unencumbered by her smallest blue eyed boy, so with a 'Mind the boy' she was off and the games began. I was a precocious child and would quickly turn the channel over before my grandad could launch his folded newspaper at my head. After a short bout of this he would then use trick one; to banish me to the kitchen. He would shoo me out using the newspaper and close the door which was stiff and I couldn't open. Then things would escalate. I would use all the power in my lungs to drown out the commentator naming horses and their placement at ten to the dozen. My grandad was hard of hearing, something to do with all the artillery shelling he'd endured, so the tv would always be at full blast, but that was nothing compared to me! Later in life I was trained as a singer and my powerful lungs came in quite handy. This is when he used trick two, which sounds terrible today but most parents were happy to use back then, though he was a little more forthright than most, giving me Guinness. He would pass out a bottle of the dark heavy stout, and I would gladly gulp it down. My mam would often find me sleepy and grizzling in the kitchen on her return, I'm sure curious as to why I wasn't in the garden playing as usual...

I remember my first day at school vividly. I was so desperate for learning that somehow we actually arrived a day early and I was placed in a class with the year above me. I seemed to cope so they left me there for the next two years! I was pretty sad when my friends left and I had to stay another year. Normanton Infants School had been a Victorian village school in Old Normanton, and still had the separate entrances for boys and girls and a totally un-child friendly workhouse air about it. Unbeknownst to me at this time the Northern Ireland Conflict had just begun. The first effect it had on me was that soon after I had started school an older boy had for some reason dragged me across the playground laughing while scraping away all the skin from my right elbow. At this time I had a strong Irish accent and this seemed to upset some people, including teachers. I had to visit a clinic to have it checked every week and couldn't use my right arm for a few months, so I started to write with my left hand. Strangely enough this seemed to be the start of my ambidextrous quest; I began doing everything on both sides purposefully and in later life this really helped me in my endeavours.

I was a natural leader and soon had a little gang of guys who would follow me around the playground. The posher Sunny Hill kids stayed well away. I was a rough kid, though I didn't know it, and scared the bejeezus out of them even though I was smaller and scruffier. My compadres came from the same part of Normanton towards the town centre and had more of an affinity for my rough and tumble ways.

I would run home, yes five year olds would make their own way to and from school back then, and recount my adventures to my grandad. He was in his way a nice old man. He never hit me or raised his voice, in fact he was very quiet and didn't talk much. I think it was to do with his experiences in the First World War at the Somme. The Battle of the Somme was one of the bloodiest battles in history. By it's end the Allies and Central Powers had lost 1.5 million men. It was a miracle he survived, this fact was probably due to being captured and becoming a prisoner of war, but he never talked about it, though he would let me play with his medals. It was ironic that after everything he had done his grandchild was being bullied by British kids...

I mentioned to grandad that I had Indian friends at my school. We had a 'reverse Columbus scenario' happening. Columbus mistook the indigenous Americans for Indians, reasoning that he was in India so they must be Indians. Why that was never corrected I'll never know! Grandad had watched a lot of cowboy movies and assumed I meant Comanches and was just fantasising. So he would say 'Did ya foight the Comanches today?' and I would assure him I had. This was when I took to jumping of walls on to my Indian friends as if in battle with a knife in my teeth; this was the best way to deal with Comanches Grandad said. I often ended up banished to the verandah, which was the worst punishment for a boy with too much energy, only allowed to watch the other kids play. Eventually my older sister Yvonne worked out what was going on and put grandad straight telling him to stop inciting me to fight the Indian kids!

When I was eight I arrived at Normanton Junior School and things really kicked off. The troubles in Ireland had expanded to England and anti-Irish sentiment was high. I would have teachers calling me a 'little Irish bastard' and was attacked by the older boys. I remember being pushed down some icy concrete banks and being knocked out, then coming too with them kicking my bag around. Big mistake! I was from a large Irish family and fighting for survival with my older brothers was second nature. This is when I developed the 'Blitz'. I decided my best course of action was to get as close as I could and hit them so fast and so often that they wouldn't be able to defend themselves. It worked, and those Sunny Hill boys didn't know what hit them and they made a bee line for a teacher and I got detention.

The Blitz worked really well. Even after I started martial arts this was my go to strategy for winning a fight. I would naturally end up on their right hand side, little did I know that later in life Grandmaster Cheung would teach me how to get to the blind side and properly control it! I started incorporating knees in to my routine and when I was at Comprehensive school I began to get a name for myself as a tough fighter around Derby. It's a fact that sometimes I would fight with someone and ten minutes later we would be best friends, I'm not sure what that is but I suppose with literally hundreds of kids around you shouting 'fight' you have managed to come through the ordeal and it's a shared experience that you are glad is over!

The last time I use the Blitz was when I was sixteen. I was a prefect as now I was an older boy and we had duties and responsibilities around the school to stop kids running in corridors, making sure they went into class, and also to move kids out of areas they shouldn't be in... very Hogwartien! Myself, Trevor Cherry and Ronnie Stanley who were both well over six feet tall and who were the guards in my basketball team, me being the ball handler, were sent into the toilets to move out some Jamaican kids who were smoking. Trevor and Ronnie weren't to be messed with and easily pushed them out and on to class, they were also from Jamaica and were giving it full 'patois' as they went. I was warned by the kids as they left that I was in trouble but didn't think much about it.

I was sitting in the lower sixth rec room, which was part of what used to be the Colonel of the Sherwood Foresters house, brown brick and long tall ornate chimneys, when there was a bang on the window coming from the stable yard. Outside was a boy called Winston, I say boy but he was about six feet tall and heavily built. He had recently arrived from Jamaica and was probably a couple of years older than me. He called me out 'Ryan, come outside!' I went outside and said 'What are you doing here? This place is off limits'. I noticed Mr Ludlum the form head peering out from his office through a gap in the curtains, looking a bit unnerved. 'I'm going to teach you a lesson!' In a way I felt sorry for him as he was new and I told him 'Those guys aren't your friends they're just using you to do their dirty work, so just go now while you can'. I had a flair for the dramatic even then! He was standing with his legs astride and arms behind his back. Suddenly he swung at me with a long heavy pole that he had hidden behind him. I can't actual remember what happened then, even immediately after the fight. I was so incensed that he would use a weapon, which just wasn't done then, that I lost it. When I came to my senses I had the pole in my hand and he was lying on the floor. Apparently I had Blitzed his ass then taken the pole and finished him off then chased his 'mates' around the stable yard! This was the last time I would use the Blitz strategy.

Mr Ludlam was I think secretly impressed. He didn't report what happened but somehow word got out to the deputy head, the dreaded Mr Done, and I was summoned to his office. Mr Done taught me English. He could dissect Shakespeare with aplomb. I'm pretty sure he could also dissect people just as easily. I once saw him hammer fist a wooden desk and split it in two. He once ushered us back into class while smacking the head of a claw hammer repetitively into his hand with a strange look in his eye... Winston was already there. Whoever tended to his wounds liked to watch Tom and Jerry as he had criss cross band aids stuck all over. After hearing the full story Mr Done told us to 'shake hands boys' and let us leave. Winston whispered on his way out 'You're Kung Fu was no good!' I went home, being distantly followed by Winston...

This following continued for about a week. His follow team grew larger and larger until it eventually became a few hundred people. I would stand in my front garden as they would traipse by down Derby Lane hoping to see some action. Winston had by this time removed the band aids and perhaps this helped him forget what had happened as he eventually stopped in front of my house and again called me out. 'Ryan! Ryan! You're Kung Fu was no good!' To have hundreds of people outside your house is pretty intimidating, but I'd been used to having large crowds watch me fight in tournaments by now. My younger brother Declan was so worried he ran out with an ornamental Scottish Claymore, I told him to bring it back inside! I was told by one guy 'Ryan, why don't you just go home?' I told him 'I am home!' Something had to be done and I was the one to do it. I walked over to Winston and the crowd roared. Again Winston said 'Ryan, you're Kung Fu is no good' this time I said, and I quote 'You want Kung Fu, I'll show you Kung Fu!' and cracked him in the temple with a spinning axe kick. He was out on his feet, but he was a big strong lad and didn't fall, his mates helped him away. The crowd went wild but sadly no video exists, no mobile phones back then. My big sis Deirdra came out I ushered her back in as she was going to try and chase him and give him a slapping for attacking her little brother!

About four years later I came down from London to visit and was at the house in Derby Lane. There was a ring on the door bell. It was a real bell with a pull device at the front door and it would ring in the living room. Someone had pulled it violently. I went out to answer, opened the door and there was Winston! He'd obviously held a bit of a grudge. He said 'I heard you were back. Since I last saw you I have been training, training hard for four years, every day, in Karate. I have been running and doing conditioning and sparring waiting for this day and...' I said that's nice good for you!' and closed the door. He never rang the door bell again and that was the last time I saw him! Hopefully all that training will have forged him into a better person...

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Also Known As: Link to the Past: The Legend of Zelda and Zelda: Link to the Past

Genre: Role-Playing, First-Person Action RPG Developer: Capcom Publisher: Nintendo ESRB Rating: Everyone Release Date: December 2, 2002

Hints

Easy Way To Get Invisability Cape

Go to dark world, go to where the stone/grave would be that you move, cut the bush go in use the mirror push the grave and go in (its easy when you do it).

Unlimited Money

In the light world, go to the strange man in the desert. Go directly south and you will see two big rocks. Lift them up to find a staircase going down. Go down to find a man surrounded by pots. pick up the pots to get 50 rupees. Then exit the room and return to find the pots there again with the rupees under them again. Take them and do this over and over again to fill your wallet.

When Chickens Attack

This isnt much of a cheat code. But its a funny easter egg that will make you laugh. In the game you may slash or run threw bushes and find some straw chickens. You might wonder “Why the heck is there a chicken there?” Well, go find a chicken. There is one in a little fence by the fortune teller’s house near the village. Go by the chicken and slash it over and over again. Dont stop other wise this will not work! After maby 15 seconds maby even a half a minute a swarm of chickens will swoop in and start attacking you! If you try slashing then it will be useless. You CANNOT attack these poultry. But its funny to watch a swarm of chickens come in and kill you. That way you can be walking up to your friends saying “I got killed by chickens” Over and over. And its a great way to cheer you up when your stuck on a level of the game. (This cheat is enabled in so far any zelda game like OoT and the nes zelda game im not sure if there are chickens in the windwaker game).

Get The Red Bomb Earlier

You do not have to wait until beating Turtle’s Rock to get the Red Bomb. You can get the Red Bomb right after beating Misery Mire.

Skilled Money

In the dark world, there is a shop with an arrow on it and a guy lets you shoot 5 arrows for 20 rubies. The first shot is worth 4 the second is 8 and son on until the 5th is 64. but if you miss a shot you start over at 4. Great place to get money and skill.

Skull Stones

If you move next to a skull stone(dark world) it will turn white for a second and come alive and start chasing you. They take one heart away. They take 2 hits with the hero’s sword and 1 hit for the other swords. Some of them don’t do that but most of them do.

Sweeping Lady

In the village, you can find an old lady sweeping in front of her house. Use the magic powder to turn her into a fairy. If you enter her house and come back out, the lady will be back. So you can turn her into a fairy over and over again.

Boss 5: Helmasaur King

You have to break the mask on the big boss by throwing bombs to it or hitting it with the magic hammer. Attack the green spot with your sword until he falls. When you kill the monstrosity you get a magic crystal with a captive maiden inside. (In the Legend of Zelda: the Wind Waker the giant bird is the Helmasaur King.)

Boss 4: Agahnim

To beat Agahnim you have to hit the energy balls with the Master Sword back at him. But watch out! When Agahnim moves to the top of the room usually he is going to send thunder at you. Stand in any corner to avoid it. Also something that looks like an energy ball from Agahnim but is really a bunch of small blue fireballs that you can easily dodge. Right before you beat Agahnim he will flee and transport you into the Dark World.

Boss 3: Moldorm

To beat Moldorm hit it in the tail with the whirling blade attack six times. Sounds pretty easy, huh? Well watch out because Moldorm could knock you of the edges or in the middle. Kill Moldorm to get the Pendant of Wisdom.

Boss 2: Lanmalos

There are three Lanmalos underground. When they come up you can use the whirling blade attack,ice rod or the arrows in the head to kill them. Once you have killed them you will get the Pendant of Power.

The Golden Bee

Since you can’t get the golden bee from the dude in a shop which I can’t find and your going to need the pegesus shoes with the bug-catching net. Go to the ice rod place and go into the door that you didn’t blast go inside. Go up into the next room and charge with the pegesus shoes into the fairy statue and a golden bee will appear. Catch it with the net. Golden bees never leave the screen unless you let it go in a bosses lair and it can’t attack the boss. For faster results use the flute if you have it and go to area 8 and go up till you get where I said. Then do the same thing.

100 Rupees For A Bee

First get the golden bee. Then go to Kakariko village release the golden bee near the man who gave you the first bottle and he’ll say he’ll buy the bee for 100 rupees. Then shoot five red rupees out. Don’t worry about the bee it reappears in the ice rod place.

Bug Net

Go to Kakariko village and find a small house with four chimneys on top. Go inside and there should be a boy in bed. He’s sick. Go over and talk to him and he will give you the bug catching net.

Talking Trees

In the dark world bump into the single trees (the ones that have no other tree touching it) and some of the trees will move their face. Talk to them. Some of the trees will give you some hints and some will tell you to leave them alone and then they spit a bomb at you.

Logger’s Riddle

When you have 10 medals from the Four Swords game vist the Logger Bro. house and talk to the man inside and he ask will you to complete a riddle when you do you will learn a new sword move.

Blue Shield

First have Ether. Go to one of those monsters that takes your shield with its tongue. While it has your shield halfway to its mouth, use Ether to freeze it, and kill it. Take your shield and it will be blue

The Palace Of The Four Swords!

After you complete Four Swords, return to A Link to the Past game to find that Link can now enter the Palace of the Four Swords. The entrance to the tower is at the pyramid of power. On the RIGHT side of the pyramid in the middle. Drop down to the cracked hole in the pyramid and wala your in, though you will have to pay a small fee of 20 rupees at the entrance.NOTE: Dont try this until you’ve finished A Link to the Past. You’ll need all the iteams from the game and the skill and battle tastics you can learn.

Getting The Invisibilty Cape 2

TO get the invisability without the upgrade for the power-glove you need the the moon pearl, mirror, peaguses shoes,hookshot. Then you go to the the cemetary to the headstone at the right end at the top and you use the mirror and use the pegasus shoes and ram into the headstone and it opens so you can get the invisibilty cape.

Cheap Shop

In the Dark World, there is a shop with an Arrow on the front of it. If you go inside, a skeleton will tell you that you look like a sharp shooter and asks you if you want to play his game. The object is to hit as many targets as possible. He says you’ll soon be rich, but you have to pay 20 rupees to play. Every target you hit only gets you four rupees, and you only get four arrows! (4×5=20). So, DON’T PLAY!!! It’s just a boring way to lose all your money.

Bug The Enemies

Do you know those pesky annoying bees? Well you can catch them with a bug catching net and use it against enemies. After catching the bee in a bottle, release it near an enemy and it will attack him.

Getting The Invisibility Cape

To get this you need the Titan’s Mitt. In the light world, go to the cemetary and lift up the two green-colored rocks toward the right side of the cemetary. Then, charge into the headstone that’s there and it should open up. Go down the steps and walk until you see a treasure chest. Open it and you will get the Invisibility Cape. Note: The Invisibility Cape takes up your magic meter. Watch it carefully!!

Breaking Signs

To break signs either charge them with your Pegasis Shoes or go up to them on the side and press R to pick them up. Then, to throw them, press R again.

Getting The Book Of Hylian Language

To get the book, you need to first have the Pegasis Shoes. Then, go to the library and use the shoes to charge at the wall. The book should fall and now you can read the words on the Master Sword’s Stone.

Mario Pictures

To see Mario pictures just go to the houses in town and go into each house. The Mario picture will be in at least two houses. If you want, you can look for Mario pictures in any house you go to. It’s fun!!

A List Of Items That You Should Have Within The First Half Of The Game

Here are things that you will will get within the first half of the game:

Fire RodIce RodBottlesNetBoomerangHookshotHammerBook Of Hylian LanguageMirrorFlippersMaster SwordMoon PearlPower GlovesPegasis ShoesGreen Tunic

Note: THESE ITEMS ARE NOT IN ORDER FROM WHICH YOU GET THEM

Item Upgrades

Sword Upgrade #1 - The Master Sword in the Lost Woods after collecting the Three endants and the Book of Mudora.Sword Upgrade #2 - Tempered Master Sword - Free the animal trapped behind heavy dark rocks in the dark world south of Kakiriko and warp to the light world then bring him to his house. He is one of the smithies.Sword Upgrade #3 - Golden Sword - Ultimate Sword found when you get a Red bomb at the bomb shop in the dark world where your house is. You can only get the Red Bomb after beating Turtle Rock. Bring it to the cracked wall in the Pyramid of Power.Shield Upgrade #1 - Go to the Wishing Waterfall in Zora's Falls and throw in your shield and tell the Fairy it is yours and she will upgrade it into a red shield.Shield Upgrade #2 - Mirror Shield found in Turtle Rock. The Big Key is in the tunnel maze in the center of the lava tunnels.Boomerang Upgrade - Bring it to Wishing Waterfalls and throw it in the water.Bomb & Arrow Upgrade(s) Go to the center of Lake Hylia and throw in rupees in the cave with water in the end over and over until you see a fairy she will upgrade your bombs and arrows 5 so you can carry 5 more every time you summon her. You can carry 50 Bombs and 70 Arrows.Power Glove Upgrade - Titan's Mitt found in thieves town. The big key is hidden in the begginning maze room.Arrows Upgrade - Throw in your bow where you bombed the wall with the red bomb to get the Silver Arrows. You absolutely need these to beat Ganon!Defense Upgrade #1 Blue Mail/Shirt in the Ice palace. the Big key is In the room with the eye statue and the red moles that you pound down. Pull the statue's tongue.Defense Upgrade #2 Red Mail/Shirt found in Gaon's Tower. the Big key is in the room north of the Armos Knights on Ice.

All Four Bottle Locations

Bottle #1 - In the back of the Blue Hotel in Kakiriko Village.Bottle #2 - Buy it from the salesman who has brown bottles on his left for 100 rupeesBottle #3 - Under the bridge south of all the large rocks between Hyrule Castle and the Eastern Palace in the light world.Bottle #4 - Go to the smithys' house in the dark world and grab the chest. Use the magic mirror and bring the chest to the strange fellow in the Western Desert standing next to the sign saying Leave me alone I'm an average guy. Well, he's not. He's actually a lock picking thief that will open the chest for you for free.

Health Capacity

What you should have –

Eastern Palace - 5 HeartsDesert Palace - 6 HeartsTower of Hera - 8 HeartsCatle Tower- 9 HeartsDark Palace - 10 HeartsSwamp Palace - 12 HeartsSkull Woods - 13 HeartsThieves' Town - 14 HeartsIce Palce - 16 HeartsMisery Mire - 17 HeartsTurtle Rock - 18 HeartsGanon's Tower - 20 Hearts

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