#now it's franks turn to chase her cant wait

[ravenclairee]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN — 1.09 "Straight to Hell"

[loubombshell]

Billy when you're fighting.

(I'm warning you here! It's dark.)

There she was, standing in the Homeland Security building and watching a happy family reunited.

It was a tight mission. Frank Castle and David Lieberman made a plan together and introduced Dinah Madani and Y/N into it. They wanted to take down William Rawlings and Billy Russo and safe the wife and son of David.

Sadly not everything went according to plan, they were able to safe the family but Billy Russo escaped, taking Frank with him. David explained that it was Frank's plan, he would handle it but it didn't satisfy Y/N.

She knew Billy Russo, goddamn well. He's a precious, beautiful, compulsive piece of trash. Both of them get to know each other through the first training at Anvil's, he charmed her with his words and invited her a few times into a restaurant and later to his apartment. They chased each other through the entire apartment, jumping over couches and counters. Even the neighbors shook her heads about the loud laughter and other special sounds, through the walls.

Everything was so perfect until one day, he forgot his laptop at his apartment and told her she could stay there, until he's back. Y/N did like he said and stayed in the bed for a few more hours, she made lunch for herself and sat down on his couch, turning on the TV. His laptop light up and she started arguing with the little angel and devil on her shoulder.

Sadly the little devil was wearing her agent brand and she stood up, walking to the desk and opened his emails. There were plenty of emails from William Rawlings and she knew about his murders.

He was a fucking killer.

After this, she packed the few things she had there into her bag and walked immediately to her friend, hiding there until the next day. She told Madani everything she found out about him and Dinah took it into her own hands.

And now, Lieberman's family was here and Frank was still in danger. Y/N watched the family happy and crying while hugging each other and she smiled a bit about them.

A hand was placed on her shoulder and Y/N turned around, seeing Dinah standing behind her. "They're safe. We did everything we could." She told her.

"It wasn't enough for everyone. What about Frank? He helped us a lot, don't you think we should give him something back?" Y/N asked her.

"Everything I know is, that Frank knows how to handle something like that. Look how about you go home and rest a bit, you could need it." Madani told her.

"I cant-"

"Yes you can, you can't focus on something right now." Dinah said and Y/N nodded.

"call me, if you need me."

"no, I won't."

"yeah I know." Y/N rolled her eyes and walked out of the building.

- later, in the evening -

Y/N was walking around her apartment, nervous. Dinah called her but only to tell her that Frank came out, beaten down and almost dying. Billy escaped, again and from across the street she could see the Anvil building being on fire.

The girl jumped a bit when suddenly her phone lighted up, she turned it in her hand and unlocked it. A message from an unknown number.

"You want me? Come and get me."

"I'm gonna come for you, you fucking idiot."

"You said that already too many times."

Y/N gripped her phone tighter and her face went red, not because of her being ashamed. No, she didn't blush. She just tried not to explode and rip him into pieces. It was obvious who was tipping on the other side. It was pretty easy to track his phone, she wasted no time and arrived after 10 minutes in a park.

Y/N knew it, it was the park where Frank lost everything he loved and it was fucking disgusting that Billy was waiting here. She hear muffled sound, like someone screaming. She looked around and the carousel turned on suddenly.

It started moving and light up, playing some background music. Usually she would like the sound of it but now, it sounded like a scene from a horror movie. The screams were coming from the carousel, she walked closer and two teenagers moved past her, being tied on the horses.

"Oh my fucking god." She said shocked and jumped onto the platform, she made her way through the bright lights and the horses, arriving at the boy and the girl.

"hey, it's okay. I'm here it's almost over." Y/N told both of them and started pulling on the zip tie around the girls wrist trying to take it off, she didn't have a knife but she pulled her keys out trying to cut through them with their sharp side.

Suddenly both of them started screaming even louder and Y/N looked to them. Taking off the tape from their mouth.

"He's behind you! He's here!" The girl warned her and cried even harder.

Y/N turned around and looked to Billy standing there, wearing a smirk on his lips.

"About damn time, I almost killed both of them because of boredom." He said and pointed with the gun towards them.

Y/N looked to the teenager and back to him.

"Billy, please let them go. They're kids." Y/N told him.

Billy raised his chin chuckling and looked back to her.

"They're kids? Really? Nobody gave a shit about me when I was a kid! I had the worst childhood a child could have! My mother choose the drugs over her own fucking son and never cared about me!" He screamed and started walking closer.

"I know! I understand, but it's not their fault! They don't deserve it to die today, okay? That's not fair!"

"Life isn't fair!" He screamed back even louder and raised his gun at her.

Y/N raised her chin and scoffed, while a little tear rolled down her cheek.

"Just because your mother realized soon enough what a fucking bastard you are, doesn't mean you've to kill everyone around you." She said walking closer and making his hands shake out of anger.

"Shut up!" Billy screamed but she shook her head smirking.

"What do you think happens after this, mh? The police is gonna come for you. What am I saying? Everyone is coming for you. They will chase you to the end of your days. They'll put you behind bars where you belong, all the people in prison will rip you apart or just kill you in the shower when no one is watching."

Y/N stepped closer and he held his gun on her forehead. The girl looked up to him, in his, with tears filled, dark eyes and gripped the end of the gun immediately, pushing it out of her direction. He fired and the bullet only hit the metal ground of the carousel, with a loud sound. With all the force she had, she smashed him against the mirror which easily shattered into many pieces, she hold his gun in her hands and raised it up.

"You're a fucking bitch!" He told her and a knife snapped out of his wrist, which make her gulp and him smirk again.

Y/N didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger which gave her only a click and no bullet. She tried it again but nothing came out. The bastard knew her goddamn well.

Billy chuckled darkly about her shocked face and stepped closer now, since she was unarmed.

"Get on your knees or I'm gonna cut you fucking open." He told her and Y/N threw the gun angry away. She did like he said and he looked down to her smirking. He placed a hand in her hair and with the other one, he made a long cut on her cheek.

"I always liked that fire in you." He told her and got down to her now too.

Y/N's first reaction was spitting on him for that and he closed his eyes annoyed and wiped it out of his face with the leader gloves, he was wearing.

"You know, I was thinking about just having fun with you a bit here and then, maybe call an ambulance, when I'm ready with you." Billy explained calmly to her and wrapped his hand around her neck, holding her in place. "But you changed my mind, I'm just having fun with your lifeless body." He finished and buried his knife in her stomach, which made her yelp.

The two teenagers on the horses screamed, trying to stop him.

Y/N looked down to her stomach, he still had the knife in it, so the blood stayed still inside.

"Eyes on me." Billy whispered and she looked up to him with tears streaming down her face.

"goodbye, Y/N." He said and took is knife out and the blood started streaming out, turning her T-shirt red.

He didn't stop cutting her until he knew it was impossible to survive, he let go off her and Y/N's bod fell lifeless to the metal ground.

Billy stood back up, looking to her and took a deep sigh.

"Russo!" He heard a deep voice screaming for him. Billy turned around and saw Frank coming towards him, with a gun in hand.

"Shit."

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Remember?

Summary- 1.9k Frank Adler x You. Frank wakes you up at the ungodly hour of 3:30 am and will not even tell you why. Written for @stargazingfangirl18​ 5k challenge

Warnings- like... barely there mention hint of smut? But just barely? I cant even count it as a warning to be honest. 

A/N- so yes this is written for a soft!dark challenge, but dark writing just isn't happening. I went with just soft and with the prompt of lazy make out session.I really wanted to make sure I was giving something to Siri’s challenge because she works so hard on providing us wonderful fics to enjoy, is incredibly supportive and honestly she deserves it. Much love always babes and thank you for all you do.  

A/N 2- Can be read as a one shot. It is in the same verse as Oppressive. Also trying out a new site to make moodboards. I kinda like it? what do you all think? And I know the Fort Myers pier is made from concrete, not wood, but I wanted wood. So I went with wood. I always appreciate your thoughts on a fic. Alright, Much Love, Happy Reading! 🌊

“Baby wake up.” You heard a husky whisper in your ear as well as a rough scrape against your shoulder from Franks cheek as he pressed in close to your back, the soft hairs of his chest pressed into your sleepy warm skin and you muttered a no into your pillow as you hid your face into the cotton covers. 

He must be out of his ever loving mind to think you were going to wake up at… a quick peek at the old 80’s looking radio clock Frank loved sitting on his night stand. The red numbers were unfocused at first, but blurry sharpened to three thirty am. Yes, your man was crazy to think you were up for anything at all, and the way he was pressed into your ass cheeks, you suspected he woke up early for sex. 

That was going to be a hell no. “Frank go back to sleep. I will fuck you later.” You promised as you shifted back into your warm safe hollow. He chuckled gruffly and his hands slid on your hips to twist you to fast him, causing you to sigh and blink up at him. In the dark of the room, his eyes were a dull blue shining down at you amused. You though were no in that same mood as you blinked up at him, pushing a hand against his chest. “Come on Frank, I'm not in the mood. I was sleeping so good.” 

“You would think I would wake you up just for sex.” Frank scoffed.

“It wouldn't be the first time.” 

“Probably won't be the last either, but that's not what this is about. Come on Sweetheart, get up. I have a surprise.” He tapped your ass and pulled away as you were groaning, knowing sleep simply wasn't going to happen. 

“Adler, I swear to all that is holy, this better be good.” You grumbled as you sat up and tried to wake up. Frank came back out with some clothing for you, a pair of capris, tee shirt and undergarments. You looked at the casual clothing and arched your brows. “Where are you dragging me?” 

“Its a surprise, trust me, those are appropriate.” He started as he dressed in some old faded blue jeans and grey tee. Wherever he was taking you wasn't going to require dressing up too much, so you just pulled your hair back into a tie, and didn't bother with makeup. He kept glancing at his watch, and by three fifty he had you out the door and to his pickup truck. He tossed a bag in the back and when you went to question it, he shook his head firmly in a no while ushering you into the passenger side. “Part of it, just trust me.” 

“I trust you to have something up your sleeve Adler, considering you know I love my sleep in on Saturday Morning.” You grumbled under your breath. Typically you and Frank slept late Saturdays. Mary would go to Roberta’s Friday night for her weekly sleepover that both woman and child insisted on, you and Frank would go to the local bar for a night of cold drinks, games of pool and the occasional dancing when you could get Frank drunk enough to go on the small dance floor. Simple, but you always had a good time. Saturday was recovery day. 

So why was he dragging you out of bed on recovery day? 

“So a hint?” You decide to pester a bit, sliding closer on the bench seat till you were against his side, his arm circling around your shoulder to tuck you in closer and press a kiss to your temple. You could feel his lips upturned to a smirk against the side of your head. 

“You want a hint… It has to be done early in the morning.” 

You rolled your eyes at him with a huff, dropping your hand to dance your fingers against a jean clad thigh, making his eyes dart down to your hand. “I want better then that.” 

“You are not gonna get it Baby, but you can try your best.” 

He really was being serious this time, because he caught your hand from wandering up to far and brought it to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

“Alright Adler, keep your secrets then.” You let your head rest on his shoulder and eyes close. Frank was stubborn, always had been. You knew when you just had to let it go. You drifted in and out as he sped along the interstate. Soon he was turning off, but you weren't quick enough to catch what the exit was, so still had no idea. 

“Are we there?” 

“Close, you don't know where we are?” He asked with a slight laugh in his voice. You shrug a bit as you two are driving down the main drag of the area, passing all night gas stations, fast food chain restaurants, outlet stores and parking lots. 

“No clue, every place in Florida has this Frank.” 

He hummed a bit, slowing to an intersection and flicking on his blinker. “True, but you will soon see.” He winked as he made the turn, pulling away from the city-like area and moving towards the beach strip. Where million dollar homes, hotels, and beach side tourist traps laid quiet in the barely morning hours. It was starting to lighten though, you could see the black blue of the night sky make way for lighter purples and pinks. 

So you remained patient, waiting for wherever Frank was taking you. The terrain started to get sandier, the crack of the window took on a breezy salty scent and you could taste the hint of surf and sand in the air. Your lips turned upwards, just that scent alone reminded you of a couple years ago, and it all clicked right where you were. 

Your first overnight away from home with Frank was to Fort Myers, a small rundown motel on the beach. The room was iffy, the Ac barely worked, neither of you dared to use the pool. At the time it was all you two could afford. And it was all perfect. 

Because that morning, before sunrise, you two escaped to the beach, arm in arm and sat in the dunes to watch the sunrise over the crashing ocean, and all was perfect in the world with each other. 

Frank glanced over to see the knowing look on your face, and his own softened in a smile, his hand coming to grasp the inside of your thigh gently, squeezing. “Now you know?” He pulled into an almost deserted parking lot. At the other end were a group of people, unstrapping their boards to get ready to go into the surf. 

“Of course Frankie.” You said with a touch of sentiment in your tone as you leaned over to peck his lips and nip at him playfully. “How can I forget?” You pull away suddenly and jump out of the car, yanking off your shoes to ditch in the truck. Frank followed, doing the same with his own boots. 

You had already taken off into the sand, making your way towards the surf to dig your feet into the wet sand happily. Now it was getting lighter, those dark purples and pinks made way for the reds and oranges as the barest hint of the sun kissed the horizon. 

Frank came up behind, having managed to yank his jeans up partially around his calves and pressed you two to walk out a bit further into the surf, the salt water spritzing you both in a fine cooling mist, clinging to your skin, in your hair, on your clothes. It all brought back the sensations of that first trip together. You fall back into his chest while he dips his head to mouth kisses into your neck, enjoying the quiet of the moment with you in a more physical way for a moment. Making you tilt your head to the side while the sun finally broke. 

From the nearby pier, heavy pelicans lined the side to swoop down, skimming over the water in lines, giving the two of you a show all for yourselves, among the surf the small sandpipers chased after the tiny ghost crabs trying to escape back into the surf, all of it made you smile. This felt like home to you, right here with Frank. 

“It feels like forever since we have visited.” You finally say as you turn to face Frank, the two of you stepping out of the surf, and hand in hand making your way along the beach's edge towards the pier, the sandpipers running away as fast as they could, a few taking to wing to fly several yards ahead of you to start there search in the surf retreating back from the edge once more. 

“Been a couple years at least. I was looking at the calendar and realized an anniversary of ours was coming up.” He mentioned while you two stepped under the pier. A small private world for you two at the moment as far above you people made their way towards the end stretching out over the water, ready to drip lines for fishing in the surf. Here though, underneath it all, was just for you and Frank. 

Nothing but water crashing to the shore, wood above your heads and the morning bringing back fond memories. Memories of shared kisses against one of the ageless logs helping to hold the deck yards above them steady, the way your legs wrapped around his hips as he pinned you in place and loved you so freely out in the open where they could be caught. How afterwards Frank said those words that he never uttered to anyone else in the way he said it to you. 

Fuck I think I love you. 

You thought then you loved him to. Now you knew you did. Your fingers looped in his belt loops and you walked backwards, till your back pressed once more against that sand and salt aged wood, looking up at him in the now very present dawn. 

“You know Frank, I think I love you.” 

“You know what Y/N, I think I love you too.” He winked, sliding in closer till he was pressed against you, his hands cupping the side of your face and tilting up to meet him, his tongue sliding past soft lips to the sweet heat of your mouth and tangling his tongue with yours. It elicited a soft moan from the back of your throat. 

Warming salty air really agreed with Frank, mixing the tastes on your tongue, you curled your arms around his body, clutching at his back as you now clung to him, thoroughly enjoying the way this kiss made you feel. 

The sensations of love and passion curling in your belly and your heart thud against your breast bone, absorbing into Frank as he pressed into your body, trying to daze you from rational thoughts, away from the everyday thoughts. 

Frank had a talent at making you appreciate the here and now. 

And right here, with sand covering your feet, your shirt and pants clinging to you from the ocean spray and your man completely pressing every ounce of his affection into you, you could do nothing but appreciate being in the moment. 

“Scratch that, I don't think, I know I love you Frank Adler.” You managed to break out of his kiss for half a second. 

“I know you do.” He assured you as he grasped the back of your thighs and lifted you enough to fold your legs around his waist. “I plan on showing you just how I feel.” He promised, the glint in his ocean blue eyes turning mischievously playful under that pier.

[popculturebuffet]

Shadow Into Light (Lena Retrospective): Magica’s Shadow War

Hello all you happy people! And welcome back to Shadow Into Light, my look at the life and times of Lena Sabrewing. We’re in the end stretch, just two more installments after this: one covering what may be my favorite episode, and the other covering Lena’s season 3 appearances, as unlike Seasons 1 and 2 she shows up outside her own episodes fairly often and most of those apperances touch on how far she’s come or her life in some way shape or form, so I really can’t skip over them. 

But before we can get to the end of Lena’s arc, we have to once again go back where she came from. Previously I covered the one and only apperance of Minima DeSpell, a character Lena took some inspiration from. But Lena is a combination of Minima and another Ducktales 87 character but this time one from the show itself, in the same episode we meet Magica no less. Given how much frank loved the original, it’s not a huge shock one of the most vital and intresting new characters from the reboot was partially taken from an episode he probably watched 80 dozen times. So how does the original shadow stack up with her rebooted counterpart? Is the episode any good? And should I watch invincible. The answers to this question are under the cut!

To answer your question on invincible.. Yeah you should. It’s gorgeously animated, has a MASSIVELY talented and diverse cast, and perfectly adapts the original source: Adding in great new stuff and shuffling things around to work better for the pacing of a tv show. And after loosing The Tick to Amazon’s greasy clutches, not to mention Danger and Eggs and Alpha House before that with no formal cancelation so they coudln’t move elsewhere, i’m not taking any chances despite the odds being far more in invincibles favor. Check it out, just mind that it has a shocking amount of gore, if you like superheroes.  Or even if you don’t, it’s pretty much guaranteed to have someone you like doing a voice. 

Enough shilling for an unrelated show though, let’s get to this one. We open with our introduction to the De Spells. Magica is hovering over a caludron with a diabolical new plan to steal Scrooge’s #1 dime. Why? 

Or at least I didn’t. I knew why she wanted the dime itself mind you: The Dime has picked up some powerful emotoinal energy from being around Scrooge all his life as he built his fortune, made his way square and fought Teddy Roosevelt. All that good stuff. So naturally if used in a spell, that spell is going to be massively powerful. I just didn’t know what the spell was.. and now I do.. i’mmm underwhelmed. She wants it to gain the midas touch, i.e. the ablility to turn things she touches into gain, using the dime as a power source for an amulet. 

 Magica, via her potions and spells has the powers to do just about ANYTHING. And her goal is.. make some things into gold. She has a giant volcano laier, whatever resources she needs to go after Scrooge, and in this series at least can buy a haunted house on a whim. She HAS money.. why would she need this. And second... the midas touch is a bad thing. You cant’ USE or enjoy anything because it turns to gold> That was the whole fucking point of the myth. If it removes the weakness than fine.. but again it seems like a lot of effort for something with a short range and heavy possible drawbacks. I tfits her personalty to a point but even then she has better spells. I’m going more with it simply allowing her to supercharge.. is it more simplisti? yes. Does it make more sense than “Give myself a power that can easily be turned back on me by just making me touch myself “ yes, yes it is. 

Meanwhile the boys dick around playing Candid Camera with a new camera Gyro gave them that is no more advanced than your average instant camera. You’d expect this new invention to come in handy against Shadow Magica. And you’d be right. You’d expect the boys to at least suggest hte idea before the climax. You’d be wrong. This big is just.. irrtating. It’s just the boys being dicks to everyone by taking embarssing photos and really adds nothing to the episode of any remote subtsnace.

Conversley Magica continues to be the highlight, as her check in with airport security gets her through as she has no fruit. Ah the days before they throughly scanned us and most tsa jokes were about shoving hands up someone’s ass. Seriously.. why. .why is that a common joke. I’ve never had it done but unless you fully consent to it it’s not fun to get your hand up there but it was an oddly common gag for a long time.I.. really don’t get it. 

She arrives in america and buys a haunted house, to the realtor’s shock but eh it’s a sale. The black mold just makes it more sinister. Magica sicks Shadow Magica on the bin, with an elaborate plan but giving the Shadow one hour to do it because otherwise it will disapate.. given it dosen’t it’s likely more Magica trying to keep her double in line, having ran into trouble earlier with shadow her trying to steal the wallet of what I can only assume to be gus goose. So he was on vacation tha’ts where he was.. from what I don’t know he dosen’t actually do work and the house of mouse hadn’t been established yet. Maybe Gramma Duck just gives him vacation days. 

So the shadow ALMOST gets away with the dime.. but accidnetly knocks over a pedestal and warns Scrooge and the Boys, who manage to chase her off. Scrooge having only one magical nemisis in his Rogues gallery, that we know of, knows who did this and prepares for an attack.  Magica.. berates her doppleganger and while she considers a spell to power her up, decides against it since what would stop the Shadow from betraying her. The shadow agrees.. and locks Magica and Poe in a closet and makes the potion herself, taking on a creepy new form and planning to raise an ARMY of shadows. 

And here... is where the split between Lena and The Shadow is very deefinite. While Frank and Matt kept the shadow and Magica really not getting along and only working together out of necisity on both ends.. the shadow here REALLY is just magica. Just as evil and ambitious, and just as sneaky. The only diffrence between the two is the shadow’s logical weaknesses of being a shadow, i.e. light weakens her and she can only hide in darkness or other shadows, and how they were born. Shadow magica is every bit as evil and devious as the main one. I do get why she stuck in Frank’s brain though: the idea is simple but ingenious, someone’s shadow gaining sentience, and the cool tricks you get with that as she ducks and darts between shadows. It’s really good stuff and frank expertly expanded it with lena, making her basically humanoid duck other than where she came from, but still using the neat tricks with the shadow itself for Magica’s imprisoned form and later the shadow army. It’s a good example of taking a really good idea.. and making it even better, by having said shadow being deal with not being considered a person by the person who spawned her and really ramping up the idea of a shadow army, which Shadow Magica eventually summons, from about ten guys to an entire cities worth. The shadows also you know come from people instead of just thin air but semantics. Point is it’s a very good concept and done really well esepcially for the 87 cartoon, and while Frank’s take was unique and very well done, it dosen’t make the original any less good. 

And it’s shown off with a cool sequence of the shadow infiltrating the manor and nearly getting to the dime with Scrooge having rigged the place to all hell with lights as a percaution. It nearly wins but louie uses a shadow puppet to scare it off. While Scrooge ponders this latest attack Poe shows up, and offers Magica’s help.. but Scrooge rightly dosen’t want it, as he can’t trust her and only agrees when the boys bring up the power bill from keeping the lights on. 

Now getting Magica on board is not an idea: The shadow’s a threat to both of them and they need each other. The next part though.. is a bit stupid and drags the episode down a bit. Magica asks for the dime to beat the thing. Now Scrooge wisely is hesitant to do so.. but everyone else treats it like his usual greedy antics. Thing is.. it’s not. We don’t, at least in this adaptation, know what Magica wants with the thing or the full extent of what she can do with it or if she even actually needs it. While getting her help is one thing, giving her the DIME well...] ]’ii98[[

Why would you give someone you KNOW wants to use the dime to conquer the world or whatever the thing she wants? It’d be like handing Thanos the Infnity Gauntlet to take out Galactus. Yes, your handling a big problem.. but your burning the world to do it. It’s just so frustratlingly dumb. There’s a good idea in there, Scrooge being forced to lend Magica the dime, but it’s buried under Mt. Contrivance! 

So Scrooge reluctantly goes along with operation:seemed like a good idea at the time, and cleverly puts the dime in an empty stadium. Unfortuantley the lights malfunction and Shadow Magica summons MORE Shadows, and now has an army. Launchpad ends up being helpful, also he’s in this episode for some reason, by pointing out shadows need light.. and thus another logical weakness as killing the rest of the lights renders them weak and allows our heroes to lure them to the vault where Magica waits> Magica is able to weaken it with the spell.. but even with that the Shadow SITLL is too powerful.. 

Enter the cameras, which take out Shadow Magica, saving the day. We get a lesson about trusting Gyro’s gadgets for.. some reason and Scrooge stops Magica from fleeing with the dime with a shadow puppet. Smiles and cheese sandwitches all around

Final Thoughts on Magica’s Shadow War: This episode is not half bad. While the Dime Thing is mindblowingly moronic, and the camera thing is REALLY poorly set up, I have not had a more apt use for that Scott Pilgrim Panel yet, the sheer concept and June Foray’s sheer force of personality as both magica’s makes it work. It’s a fun, engaging adventure and a solid chonk of classic ducktales. As for how it relates to Lena it does so decently. But with this our side trips are at an end. Only two episodes left! And then onward to the lilo and stitch crossover arc! Yes really. Kev wanted a buffer before getting to the Season 2 arcs and I loved tha tshow as a kid so why the fuck not. 

Next Time on Shadow Into Light: Lena gets welcomed to prime time bitch as Magica pulls a freddy and stalks her through her dreams. Sadly she did indeed forgot about the power glove. Can the rest of the kids break away from dreams of high school musicals, becoming a garfild, giant legs and libraries long enough to save Lena? Will we have a very queer in the best way possible musical number about Lena and Webby’s anniversary? Will I talk about Huelet? In order, yes, yes, and probably. But join me anyways won’t you. 

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[stardancerluv]

Gotham Lockdown 2020

Part 18a

Summary: Christmas night...

After much discussion he let you and Doll Face decorate downstairs in the club for Christmas. Only you and her had been allowed down there. It had taken some time. But you found all the two of you needed. Utterly estatic, the two of you managed to convince Roman and Victor to get all dressed up. Roman, didn’t need that much convincing but since he was still a little tipsy from earlier, he took a shower to clear his head.

You climbed in behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle. A deep sound came from him followed by a rich chuckled as you placed a few kisses across his back. Loving the little freckles here and there.

Your heart hurt so you sighed and you pressed a kiss then laid your cheek against him. “What’s the matter?” You moved so he could face you. You immediately, nestled close. He shielded moat of the water from the shower head so it wasn’t hitting you in your eyes.

“Baby, talk to me.” You looked up and watched him swallow. You pressed your lips together. “Look at the beginning of this I became a mess; Fuck I usually am.“ He chuckled. “But I can be here for the best I can.” He tilted your face up.

“I just miss everything. I am so glad you did that dance party for me. I...I just miss walking around. I miss not having to stick to the shadows to get things we want.”

He nodded. “Well, look the doctors said yesterday they are close to getting a vaccine.” He rose an eyebrows. “Pretty soon, we will open the club and have to deal with drunken Harley before we know it.” He chuckled.

You nodded. “Yeah.” You sighed. “It’s just rough.”

“I know baby. But hey, look at us. We got so much closer. Who can say their fiancée got shot getting her a ring.” He gave you wide smile, his eyes twinkling.

You smiled then. “Only you Roman.”

“Exactly.” He brought your hand up where you wore the ring, he pressed some kisses. “Now, let’s finish getting ready and you can show me what you and Doll-Face did to my club.”

“Ok, I can’t wait.”

******

Later, with your hair twisted softly up and a dress on, you handed Roman a martini before the two of you went into the elevator.

“You it took you and Doll-Face a few days huh?” He tool a sip and you nodded. “I might get too used to you doing this for my club.” He chuckled.

“Maybe, I can do it a party or two.”

“We’ll see.”

The elevator stopped with a ding, Victor was actually in a and Doll -Face came in with a green shimmery dress. Victor, looked Roman up and down. “No, um random t-shirts boss?”

Roman rose an eyebrow, “Victor, did you?”

Doll-Face and you shared a look.

He nodded. “Certainly did boss.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

Roman smiled. “Don’t make me promote Doll-Face and have a meeting where I will see you at the docks.” He laughed then so hard and managed to not spill any of his martini.”

“It was cute.”

“Well...” They shared a look and started laughing.

Once the the doors opened, you took out the remote and cued up the lights along with some Frank Sinatra singing some carols to set the mood.

You watched him walk in and then you cued up the Christmas tree. You and Doll-Face stood back and watched the two of them. Roman, put his glass down and turned around take it all in. Victor, did the same his eyes widening.

Roman, them stopped and looked at you. “Come ere’ baby.”

You did he pulled you close to his soft velvety, suit. He cupped your cheek. “This really looks amazing. I love it.”

****

The rest of the night, the carols bounced off the walls dodging the laughter and giggles that chased the carols. It was a quiet but very nice evening. Roman, almost fell off his chair when he opened the pajamas you and Victor had made for him with his face on them.

There was even some twirls and the clicking of heels as some close shimmies and dancings went across the floor.

With tomorrow being a new day, Roman and Victor promised to clean the dishes and whatever else had to be taken care.

The four of you had huddled close on your respective spots in the living room, still dressed wonderfully as you watch the last Christmas movie for the season.

Later with his maroon silken pajama pants resting low on his hips, he held you close. He was warm and solid. The soft tuffs of his chest hair comforted and tickled you as he held you. “We’ll get through this. When we do, Gotham will belong even more to me. You will always be safe, what we have together will always be safe.” He gave you a warm look as he glanced down at you.

“I always feel safe with you.”

The snows swirled outside of the picture window as dawn’s light, tried to push aside the snow clouds. Your lips drew close and with a sigh you kissed.

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Sleeping Over

Smutty mcsmut smuttington smut. This is pretty much just smut. Thank you for listening.

I wrote this pretty quickly this morning in between work and it is lightly proofread so I apologize for any mistakes!

Also on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25900966 

Title: Sleeping Over

Frank woke to sunlight streaming through a window that definitely wasn’t his. It was far too clean and bright. But when a weight shift on his arm and he got the faint smell of vanilla and honeysuckle he remembered, he had crashed at Karen’s last night after finishing up a mission. It hadn’t gone terribly but it hadn’t gone smoothly either. He stopped by with the intention of just checking in, she liked to see that he was okay after his jobs, helping him patch up whatever injuries he may have received. He always tells himself he isn’t going to stay, just assure her that he was fine and go on back to his place. Of course, it almost never goes that way and more often than not these days he finds himself curled around her in the morning.

At some point he is going to have to accept that he basically lives there already and just move the rest of his meager belongings in with him. Karen had already made a point of telling him she would like that, she didn’t pressure him, just put it out there so he could make the decision for himself. As he laid there and continued to soak up her warmth, he began to think that ‘at some point’ was going to be very soon because he couldn’t seem to conjure the feeling of needing to leave. It took him a long time to get here, not feeling incredible guilt for the time he spent with Karen Page. The guilt was still there, like he didn’t deserve her or her love, her compassion or her kindness, but it didn’t drive him away anymore. It wasn’t a sharp pain anymore, more a dull persistent ache in his gut.

“I hope as loud as you are thinking that you are at least thinking about what you are going to feed us.” Karen’s voice was thick with sleep and had the teasing reprimand she reserved for him when she knew he was too much inside his own head.

Frank pressed a kiss to her hair and stretched an arm behind him to support his head, “Yes ma’am,” he didn’t count that as a lie since she already knew he hadn’t been thinking about food. “Though when I checked last night I saw half a jar of mayonnaise and beer in your fridge so I think it might be an order in kind of day.”

“I’m okay with that, it means we don’t have to leave the bed.” She said.

Karen chuckled and rolled to her stomach, her face pressing into the mattress as she gave a luxurious stretch, her back arching prettily. Frank couldn’t help but to let his eyes wander down the length of her, he turned his head and let his eyes linger at the graceful curve of her neck, down over her shoulders where her hair was in disarray, something he loved to see. Karen was always meticulous about her hair, he knew he was one of the very few that got to see it anything less than perfect and, if he were honest, that simple knowledge always gave him a flare of pride. Especially since her hair looked like that more often than not when he spent the night.

Frank continued his perusal, eyes drifting down her arched back before following the enticing curve of her ass where it was now peeking out from the t-shirt that served as her night clothes. He followed the black lacy line of her cheeky underwear, they contrasted exquisitely with her pale skin and suddenly Frank’s mouth went dry and he was achingly hard. He marvelled at that fact an innocent stretch from her turned him on so thoroughly, so fast but really it didn’t take much for Karen page to turn the big bad Punisher into a horny mess.

Before his brain thought better of it, Frank slid his hand under Karen, past her chest and over her taut stomach until his fingers slid over the seam of her through her panties. She had made a questioning noise at first but it turned into a small gasp that made Frank’s blood spike. He slid his hand up just enough to maneuver it past the waist of the lacy garment in his way and had to bite his bottom lip to keep a needy noise in when he repeated the motion again only this time drawing his fingers fully through her folds and pulling a needy whimper from her.

Frank repeated the motion a few times before dragging his fingers up to circle her clit, drawing the most beautiful sounds out of her. His eyes snapped up to her face and he nearly lost his control. She was watching him, those incredible blue eyes fixed on him, her full lips parted as she panted his name and a flush spread across her cheeks and down her neck and, goddamn, he wanted to lick every bit of it off.

His fingers worked expertly over her so it didn’t take long before her hips were grinding down into his hand and she was gripping the pillow, shaking with the need for release. Frank’s cock was straining against his own underwear and the friction it caused was not nearly enough. With his free hand, he slid the boxer briefs down just enough for him to grip his arousal and give a few languid strokes. He couldn’t help the low groan that escaped him, the pressure of his own hand coupled with the incredibly enticing view before him, Karen’s hips grinding in slow circles, her eyes shut tight as she chased her release, made it impossible for him to stay silent.

Karen heard the little noise somehow past her own pleasure and her eyes snapped open before they slowly trailed down his chest to where his hand languidly pumped the length of dick. Her hips jerked and she tugged at her bottle lip with her teeth as she watched him and the sight had him on fire, the blood rushing in his ears so loud he almost missed the beautiful sound she made as her orgasm finally hit her. Her hand flew up to grip his bicep as he worked her through the rolling pleasure, her nails biting into his skin, fanning the flames to the point he felt like he could combust.

When she came down from her high, Karen’s eyes slowly left where he was still gripping himself to meet his eyes. The need he saw there made his lungs seize and if that wasn’t enough to get him moving, the husky way she breathed his name over his shoulder was.

In an instant Frank was on his knees, hooking fingers into the lace of her underwear and jerking them down the glorious length of her legs before throwing them somewhere over his shoulder. He’d find them for her later, he had something much more important to do right now. He felt lightheaded, the sight of her arching below him, just waiting for him to move was almost too much. His cock throbbed with impatience but he forced himself to stop, to appreciate the picture before him. Frank slid a heavy hand from the curve of her ass, up the length of her back before he scooped her silky hair into his palm and moved it over her shoulder. Dragging kisses replaced where the strands had been, little nips at her shoulder before he slowly ground his arousal against her. He repeated the motion a few times before she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Frank, please.”

He could never deny her. So with a growl he canted his hips back enough to align with her entrance and slid into her easily, both letting out little curses and gasps. Frank sat up enough so that he could grip her hips then slide both hands up her back to grip her shoulders. It gave him the leverage he needed to grind into her. God she felt so good, he would never get tired of how perfect she felt around him. He repeated the motion again before letting his hands drift back down to her hips. Karen for her part was pushing back against him, fighting for every bit of friction she could find. Finally he took mercy on both of them. He started slow, holding her hips in place while he slid in and out of her in an easy rhythm but it didn’t take long for him to increase his tempo, slamming into her. It was a frenzied pace and one that he knew would send them both careening over the edge before long but he couldn’t bring himself to slow down.

As he suspected, Karen’s voice pitched with more urgency and he felt her starting to tighten around him. He’d say sensation would have brought him to his knees but he was already there. It didn’t take much for Karen to bring Frank Castle to his knees.

Leaning over, Frank put his hands on the bed above her shoulders to help keep her in place while he increased the already punishing pace. It changed the angle, driving him somewhere impossibly deep in her and in an instant he felt her go rigid below him, a scream tearing from her lips that was muffled by the mattress as she pressed her face into it.

Karen cinched around him and if he hadn’t been lightheaded before he most certainly was now. A desperate sound escaped him as he continued to pump into her and all it took was one swivel of her hips once she had recovered to send him into oblivion as well. His hips stuttered and he pressed his forehead to the crook of her neck as he released into her, the pleasure spreading so strongly through him Frank wasn’t sure how he managed to keep his weight off of her. As the waves began to ebb he was pressing kisses and adoring words into the skin of her shoulder, not yet ready or willing to leave her warmth. Karen purred under him, her head now rested on one of her arms while the other reached back to run soothing fingers through the hair at the back of his head.

Finally though, Frank made himself pull back but only just enough to roll off of her and pull her into his side once again.

Karen hummed, resting her head on his shoulder and running an idle hand up and down his chest. She looked up at him sleepily and when she spoke her voice was husky and sated in a way that fed his male pride.

“Do you think GrubHub delivers straight to your bed?”

Frank gave a startled chuckle and looked down at her, “I somehow doubt it ma’am. Besides, I’m not sure it would fit in with our safety plans if the delivery drivers for your favorite restaurants all have keys to your place.”

She shivered at the low timber of his voice but pressed on, “Well, you may be right but that doesn’t change the fact that I am very reluctant to leave this bed and I am still incredibly hungry.”

“Well we can’t have you starving to death so I guess I’ll have to take one for the team and order some food, yeah?” He traced a finger up and down her arm and watched goosebumps rise in its wake. He felt some of the heat returning to his body, he wasn’t ready to go again just yet, god knows he isn’t that young anymore, but he felt like he may have something left in him when burning blue eyes and a sultry smile turned up to him.

“I appreciate your sacrifice but...maybe we can stay in bed, just a little bit longer.” She finished the sentence with her lips pressed against his jaw and he didn’t need any further convincing. He’d buy her whatever the hell she wanted to eat, whenever the hell she wanted it as long she kept her lips on him.

And she did.

It was quite some time before he was able to hold up his end of the bargain but the delivery driver for the Chinese place around the corner was happy to receive the incredible tip, despite the frightening man at the door covered in cuts and bruises and what looked distinctly like hickeys.

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The Journey for Mew Part 2: The Distressed Aftermath and the Lost Start of the Adventure

Alright guys the story continues in part 2 as morning rises on our bois after the previous hellish night!

What will happen to the good bois....time to find out!

Im also trying something a little different so I hope it works out right

Buckle back up this is gonna be another long one

Patton jolted at the sound of slightly frantic knocking at the front door, snapping him out of dozing off and his head falling into the carrots he was cutting. He set the knife down and rubbed his tired baby blue eyes, adjusting his glasses and trying to put on a happy face as he shuffled through the house to the front door and undid the locks. He pulled open the door with a smile plastered on his face, hoping he didnt look as exhausted as he felt.

“ Oh, Emile! Remy! This is a surprise I didnt know you guys were back in town, you never called! Cmon come on in im just getting lunch done and prepping dinner.” He led the two taller gym leader males into the house and to the open kitchen and dining room, gesturing for them to sit down and make themselves at home. 

Remy glanced around and then out the big open windows, where he could see Roman and Remus outside rebuilding parts of the fence, fixing up broken and demolished sheds and pokemon habitats, and adding burnt trash to a slowly growing disposal pile seperating them. Even in the distance he could faintly make out the bandage patches and nasty bruises covering Remus whenever he turned towards them. Then he looked back towards Patton who was cheerfully catching up with his fiance Emile as he finished making lunch. One of Patton’s pokemon, a gentle natured Gardevior that helped run the nursery, came into the room from the back with a basket of berries, smiling and greeting them softly. 

“ Well heya Viola! Hows motherhood been treating you?” Emile chuckled with his question, watching the small line of hatched Ralts waddling after the older pokemon, each holding their own berry. Viola smiled and shooed them to the nursery while setting the basket down. 

“ Oh Viola’s been having a fun time raising the ralts, they all adore her and follow her around whenever they can, I always know she’s nearby if I see a ralts.” Patton chuckled as he finished the burgers and salad and set some down for the guests and set some aside for Roman and Remus and himself before sitting down with them at Viola’s insistence. Taking a closer look at him the other two shared a concerned glance.

Patton, to be frank in Remy’s opinion, looked like shit. His round glasses were smudged more than usual and one side of them looked like it had been hastily repaired as they now sat lopsided on his freckled face. His skin was pinkish as if recovering from a sunburn and his eyes were tinged around the corners, bags of exhaustion forming under them. Once he sat down the shorter trainer slumped a little into his chair, giving them a smile and sipping some lemonade as he asked how their lives were. Remy leaned back, crossing his arms.

“ Its been uneventful at the gym, something it seems I cant say for here. Time to cut the stalling babe, what the fuck happened here?” Patton winced and Emile elbowed his fiance.

“ Rem. You gotta be gentle when asking some things...” He sighed and looked at Patton with concern.

“ But Pat...what did happen? Half the fencing is destroyed on either side of the house, alot of parts of the property around it and in front of it look trashed and scorched....Is everything ok? Wheres Thomas and the others?” There was a sigh and Viola sensed her trainer’s distress, coming over and placing a calming hand on his shoulder. He smiled and looked at his lemonade, pulling off his glasses and rubbing his eyes without answering.

What had happened?

Where were the others?

These were things that echoed in his mind, getting lost in thought as he looked outside. 

Things were still a bit blurry towards the end of last night. Patton remembered the fire, feeling the heat dangerously close to his skin, burning him lightly as he struggled to douse the flames and keep grunts away from the pokemon.

He remembered them retreating and seeing Remus chasing them off more with a piece of the fence, angry pokemon following him to help him. 

He remembered hearing Logan scream, and running towards him.

He remembered being sick with horror seeing Virgil’s unmoving body in his arms and running, calling his name. And watching Logan collaspe into Darkrai’s waiting arms.

Take them inside, they will need treatment Patton human. Do not fret, I will keep any more threats away for the night. You will be safe.

He remembered helping Thomas and Roman carry the two inside and Remus stumbling in after, panicked because he couldnt find Janus anywhere.

Janus was gone. His older brother was missing.

He almost choked on a sob right there at the table thinking about it, about the fact Virgil lay unconscious upstairs, still not waking up. 

About the fact Logan was just as unmoving in his own room across from him.

He took a shakier breath and refocused on the two now very worried friends across from him, and dropped his smile.

“ It happened last night....” 

Janus wasnt sure where he was at first when he awoke, all he knew was he was warmer than before and not in bed. He looked around in a sleepy panic at the nature around him, noticing he was laying in a burrow covered in thick moss as a makeshift blanket and Mew still asleep in his arms. Seeing Mew brought back the memories of the night, and the fact a usually standoffish Dusknoir had pulled him to a bit of safety before teleporting him away before he could make a sound, and he had the foggier memory of wandering closer to the mountain pass opening after landing before the exhaustion blurred his memory too much. He did NOT remember making a bed in a burrow, and he carefully crawled out with a yawn. As he did the greenery around him shuddered and rustled and instinctively he held Mew tighter, his guard snapping him into full alertness.

“ Saandslash!” “ Krok? Krokorok!” 

And all at once he relaxed as two of his own pokemon stumbled out, both holding armfuls of edible herbs, wild growing vegetables, and fruits and berries. Both brightened upon seeing their trainer awake and hurried over smiling up at him happily. Janus let out a relieved laugh and sat cross-legged, placing Mew gently in his lap to rub their heads affectionately. 

“ Did you guys tuck us into a safe place to sleep? You even got food already...ha...You’re both great guys...” He ran a hand through his hair and watched Ethos his sandslash and Pathos his krokorok work together to tug a another clump of thick moss over to him and set the food down, plopping down beside him to eat breakfast. But he couldnt eat at first, looking up at the mountain beside him that seemed to stretch up past the clouds. What was he even doing here? Why did they send him here? What had happened to the Sanctuary, to his little brother, to his friends? 

Questions and worries whirled through his head at everything unknown to him. He was a good maybe...three of four days journey on foot from his home, partially lost in the wilderness with no supplies except for the pocket knife Remus gave him for his birthday and a compass he wore as a necklace, and his pokemon and an injuried legendary pokemon, and absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do. 

His mind flashed to thoughts of Virgil, of him throwing Mew to him and running into battle...of his body folding to the ground...to Remus, who was likely frantic and confused at his sudden absence. Who would get himself into reckless danger to try to find him...Janus squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head to try pushing the images away. Dwelling on that too much right now wouldnt help him. With a sigh he looked down at the bundle and nudged it open more, watching Mew’s breathing with worry. 

“ Krok...” His eyes flickered up to see Pathos standing by his knee, holding out a rawst berry to him. He smiled and took it, patting his head. 

“ Good thinking Pathos....this should help them alot.” He watched the ground pokemon perk up happily and moved carefully to pull out his knife, trying not to jostle the poor smaller pokemon too much. Janus began cutting the berry into little bite sized pieces and set the knife aside to scoop Mew up closer and press a piece of berry to its mouth.

“ Cmon buddy...this will help you feel better...I promise...” Mew stirred and weakly pried open its eyes, keening at him softly and leaning its head away. He sighed and gently offered it again.

“ I promise Mew its ok...Its a berry...itll help...” It still refused and looked at him, making him smile in return.

“ Here, We’ll prove it.” He took a few pieces and popped them into his mouth, eating the contently and trying to ignore the ore bitter taste. He mightve not hidden the taste as well as he hoped, but he saw Mew smile and giggle faintly which made it worth it. After him both Ethos and Pathos took some pieces and ate some as well, giving Mew reassuring chirrs and nods. After watching them all Janus offered another piece, and one by one Mew ate the rest, though its tongue stuck out at the taste. He chuckled and then cut up an oran berry and repeated the process, and then with some more berries until Mew seemed full and nuzzled back into Virgil’s jacket for warmth. 

“ Good job buddy, now get plenty of rest...you deserve it.” He leaned down and lightly pressed his forehead to Mew’s, a sign of trust and respect he had learned in his time traveling and working at the Sanctuary. He felt Mew relax and smiled, moving its head up to touch noses. 

And suddenly his head was filled with blurry images. 

The mountain

A path off the main summit path. A cavern opening in the side of the mountain hidden by a weeping willow.

Tunnels in the cavern, crystals lighting the way.

Pokemon in the mountain.

Another path within the mountain, crystals densing and filling more and more of the walls

The heart of the moutain, and a cavern of light reflecting crystals

A pool of glowing water in the center

A blurry image of hands placing Mew within the water, and mew popping out of the water fully healed.

A destination, and a goal.

And just as suddenly as the images came they disappeared and he lifted his head slightly dazed to see Mew fall back asleep, breathing still weak but a little stronger than before. Once he regained his bearings he looked back up at the mountain before him, brows furrowing in determination. Janus may not have everything he was shown fully deciphered but now he had a place to start. And a goal to set his eyes on. With that he cradled Mew in his arms and got to his feet. Ethos walked up beside him and stood at his side, looking up at him with curious eyes. Pathos did the same on his other side, and he smiled down at the both before shifting Mew in his grip a little and looking up the path, mind racing to connect pieces.

“ Alright guys...lets make ourselves a makeshift bag and gather as much food as we can. We got a long journey ahead of us.” 

He just hoped he could make it before his friends did anything stupid to try and find him...

“ Patton this is a really serious problem. Shouldn’t you file a missing person report by now?” Patton sighed and poked at his food, food Viola persistently encouraged him to eat until he caved.  He looked up at his friends and their understandably horrified expressions, both their eyes wide. Though Remy’s expression was quickly turning into anger, eyes narrowing dangerously. 

“ I know...I know this is serious. Thomas is in town right now with Joan at the pokemon center....watching over the pokemon we couldnt heal here and reporting the attack to the police...and I want to file for a missing person...I really do...but with everything that happened what if Janus went to get Mew to safety? What if making his disappearance known puts him directly in Team Rocket’s sights and they go hunting for him? Theres just...there’s just too many what ifs and unknowns that we dont want to risk it...I know thats stupid but...” He sighed again and looked out the window.

“ Its also one of the only things keeping Remus from running off to search for Jay blindly. Hes...hes in a bad place right now, we all are, but he’s taking everything especially hard. He tried to run out last night and start searching the woods on his own...It took me, Roman, and Thomas everything we had to keep him in the house...I stayed up with him the rest of the night trying to reassure him jay would be back soon...and that helping out here would be what he’d want from us anyway...” Emile touched his hand tenderly.

“ He’s going to snap and go off on his own if he doesnt show up sooner or later Patton...you know this.” Pattons eyes flickered to Remy and he nodded, looking more exhausted and miserable than before. He was tired, drained, and sick with worries. But he and Thomas were the only things keeping everyone together, keeping them calmish and keeping them on track to getting everything put back together....Patton couldnt let himself break right now, not when he was responsible for keeping everyone else from breaking apart, not when Thomas needed his help and needed someone to lean on. He was one of the older ones here, he needed to be the strength they all needed. 

“ I know...but that isnt going to stop me from trying to help him not, and give him whatever support Remus may need to make it through this rough patch.” His voice was tired, but firm and set. He sat up straighter and put his glasses back on with a stern, stubborn expression.

“ Its what my big brother would want from me...what Logan and Virgil and Thomas and Remus and Roman all NEED from me. So for now...we’ll file the report of the attack and repair and rebuild. We’ll help Virgil as much as we can, and we’ll keep this house welcoming for when Janus comes back.” Not if, when. 

He couldnt accept any other alternative.

Maybe an hour later the two left promising to drop by tomorrow to help them rebuild more, as they wanted to go check on Thomas as well. Once the door shut Patton slumped heavily against it and stared at the ceiling before looking towards the backdoor, listening to the sounds of the boys working tirelessly amongst the sounds of pokemon chatter and grunts. His shoulders dropped and he didnt notice himself sliding down the door into a sitting position, nor did he notice his eyes tearing up as they drooped closed.

He didnt have time to sleep right now.

He had to help them with repairs...

...He just wanted his brother back and his friends to wake up....

.....Patton just wanted their normalcy back.....

Janus just wanted their normalcy back as he started up the mountain path grimly, looking back once towards his home before continuing resolvely. Because he couldn’t return until this was done.

End of part 2

Aaaaaaaand here it is! Part 2 is done!! 

Wow this came out longer than I thought it would but I’m really happy with it none the less! I hope you guys like it so far! Part 3 to come soon!

Deceits on an journey and the others are trying to pick up the pieces, whatll happen next I wonder....( I promise it starts to get less angsty from here)

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another kind of goodbye

for @carry-the-sky. happy birthday, my friend! have a little post-cancellation kastle fic.

It’s three months, give or take, when Frank lets himself think about her again. Really think about her. Not in the passing kind of way, where he’s walking down some street and sees a bouquet of gardenias, like the kind he’d almost gotten her instead of the roses that day. Or when he’s sipping on coffee, and Karen’s face flashes like a mirage at him across the cheap Formica table – blonde hair almost white under the shit diner lighting, but those eyes still so blue as she told him he would never lie to her.

So – okay, so he thinks about her. He thinks about her.

(He wonders if she—)

Frank eventually makes his way back to the city again, after. Another day, another job. Madani thinks he’s meant for something greater than this – than picking off these scum-of-the-earth kinds of assholes that litter the streets of a place like New York.

He can’t believe that he was meant for greater, but. Sometimes, he does wonder. If a part of him – whatever part of him that’s not still buried deep down in the ground with his family – was meant to come back here. To walk these streets and feel the pull of her, always, even when that’s all he can afford to feel.

He tells himself that has to be enough.

He’s been laying low, since his return. Coughed up some cash for a three-hundred-square-footer in Brooklyn, but he crosses the bridge to the city most days, maybe even finds his way to Hell’s Kitchen from time to time too. It’s risky, he knows. If Murdock catches wind of him, they’d be lucky to walk away from each other in one piece. And Karen…

There’d be a different kind of hell to pay, if Karen ever found out.

His phone gives a single buzz in his pocket as he’s hunkering his way down 47th, and he stops in his tracks, nearly colliding with an elderly woman in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Excuse me!” she says in a shrill voice, bag clutched tight to her chest.

“Apologies, ma’am,” he nods as she makes a show of putting as much distance between them as possible, and then he fishes his phone out, hesitating for one absurd moment before glancing down at the screen.

Back in town yet, Castle?

He barks out a laugh. Chrissakes, Madani.

His phone buzzes again.

I have a job for you, if you’re still interested.

“Still,” mutters Frank, with a scoffing shake of his head. He thinks he admires her perseverance, but Madani’s gotta know she’s only wasting her breath.

He cuts south down 10th, toward Lincoln Tunnel. It’s a brisk day, and the wind on his face feels sharper than usual, considering he hasn’t bled much there in a while. He jams his hands deeper into his pockets, ignoring the insistent drone of Madani’s follow-up call.

He’s got a date with a park bench on the wrong side of town, and if he closes his eyes, he can pretend it’s the same bridge overlooking the water, and when he opens them again Karen’ll be there, waiting for him.

…

His closest call comes with, of all people, the lawyer. Not Red – the other one. Franklin Nelson.

Frank’s emerging with coffee two storefronts down just as another door opens, and he’s cursing himself for not seeing the signs when out tumbles Nelson with his back turned, adjusting his tie against the wind.

“Foggy bear, wait!” someone else is laughing, and a blonde lady steps out to chase after him, slinging a purse over her shoulder and reaching with her other hand to link around his elbow.

“I told him this was gonna make me late for work,” grumbles Nelson, but without any heat to the words. “Dad’s surprise party isn’t until tomorrow, don’t know why this couldn’t have waited – oh, crap, I forgot I told Karen I’d pick up some coffee—”

Nelson’s about-facing sharply, girlfriend following closely behind. He doesn’t appear to notice Frank crouched down in a corner by the 7-Eleven, hood obscuring half his face as he trains his eyes on the ground by their feet. The girl unearths some coins from her bag as they pass, clinking them onto the lid of Frank’s coffee cup without seeming to hear his low mutter of thanks.

He’s leapt up the moment he hears the door latch shut, brushing the coins into his palm as he goes.

He leaves them with a guy camped out by the train stop, a dog lifting her head from their blankets to blink sleepy eyes up at Frank, and he walks away harder, takes the steps two at a time and wishes – God he wishes—

…

Another text from Madani.

He shuts his phone off. Goes back to retrieve it ten seconds later from the trash can that he’d dumped it in, wiping it down and scowling as her message pops up on the screen.

Castle – offer still stands, FYI.

“You should call her back,” advises a man huddled down by the newsstands next to him. His face is like leather, worn down and weathered with age, with living. “Apologize for whatever it is that you did, so you don’t end up out here like me.”

“Already there,” Frank tells him, turning the phone over and over in his hand. Madani’s message lights up again each time, flashing and flashing until he sees it like a burn through his retinas even when the phone’s no longer facing him.

“Damn. That’s a damn shame.” The guy shifts, scratching at a spot on his back. “Maybe shouldn’t’ve stayed away from her for so long.”

Frank shakes his head, uttering a short, incredulous laugh. “Well, maybe I got my reasons, yeah? You think about that?”

“Doesn’t matter what I think,” shrugs the guy. “Does she think they’re any good? These reasons of yours?”

Frank turns away, jaw working furiously.

“Yeah.” The guy shouldn’t have any right to sound as smug as he does, and yet. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

…

He’s got no place in coming here. He knows it. He knows it, but he thinks it was always meant to be this way, him circling back around to her, even after everything that he’s done to push her away. Maybe a part of him had never left. And the rest is just – there, hovering right at the edge of some sharp realization, that he could try to be whole again if he simply took that first step. And a part of Karen must at least sense that. It’s why she’d never really given up on him, before.

It doesn’t change how I feel about you.

Frank wonders if she’d forgive him this time. If he’d even want her to.

It wouldn’t be anything close to what he deserves, that’s for goddamn sure.

He gazes up at her fire escape, counts the number of steps it would take just to be able to reach that bottom rung from his vantage point across the street. Her shades are drawn, the lines of them blurred out in the dim orange light. On one corner of the windowsill, wedged up against the glass, there’s a small stack of books. On the other, a vase. From this angle, the shadows folded into the fabric of her curtains look almost like flower stems.

Frank squints, and the stems disappear.

…

There’s about a week in between, where he feels himself inching closer to something, each time he drops by her block. He never goes farther than the patch of sidewalk across from her building, but it’s getting harder not to just careen over the ledge.

More than anything, he wishes he knew, in those moments obscured in half-darkness, whether he’s come to look for that after she’d spoke of, or if he’s come to say goodbye.

Then, one day he spots flowers in her window, for the first time since—

(They’re pale white against the cream of her curtains, their stems dark slivers of green, and he imagines them pricking the pad of his thumb, drawing up a spot of blood.)

Frank takes a deep breath.

…

She doesn’t look surprised to see him when she opens the door, swinging it back two-thirds of the way before stopping. Her lips are pressed tightly together, like there’s too much to say, or maybe there’s things that she can’t, either way he can’t read her and he thinks she’s never terrified him more.

Frank drops his gaze, mouth moving soundlessly until the words grind their way out. “How’d you know I was here, Karen?”

He’s not sure what kind of answer he’s expecting. That Nelson had grown a real pair of eyes, or that Red had managed to ferret him out of his lurking somehow. Or maybe Karen really just hadn’t known at all, and those flowers were never for him.

What Karen says instead is, “Dinah and I grab a beer together, sometimes.”

“That right?” he asks, trying to lay out an image of this in his mind. It sits strangely there, stumping him for a moment, and some of his bewilderment must show on his face because Karen’s mouth almost turns up in a smile before flattening again.

She leans away from the doorjamb, waving her hand in a worn-looking gesture before letting it drop to her side. “Besides, you…haven’t exactly been subtle, in your haunting of Hell’s Kitchen.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that, other than a gruff, “’S’what dead men do, Karen,” as she folds her arms and sighs at him.

“You sure you’re not just losing your touch, Frank?” She steps into the doorway, whether to move closer to him or to block him out of her apartment, he can’t tell. “Or was it because you wanted me to know but couldn’t tell me to my face?”

His eyes snap up to hers, twitching slightly under the sharp weight of her gaze. He shakes his head, wishing he could just ask her, What do you want from me, Karen? but they’re long past that now, and if he can’t find his own way to answer her, then.

God, he really doesn’t deserve this woman.

“I think I—” He shifts his body and tries again. “I think I needed to figure some things out. Karen. I was waiting 'til I felt like I was ready, and I don’t think I’ll ever be that.” But I’m here, he wants to say, but I’m here.

“Yeah.” Karen’s nodding, hair falling into her face, and she brushes it back, resting her chin in her palm for a moment. “I know that, Frank.” All of the fight in her seems to have ebbed slowly back, and he resists the urge to reach out and shake the storm back into motion, to make her understand she doesn’t get to let him off the hook so easy.

The look she gives him now is softer, but he knows. Fight’s not done. May never be done. And he knows this because he knows he’ll never stop fighting for her.

She’s stepped back into the door, letting it swing open further. She doesn’t invite him in, but she’s quirked an eyebrow up at him, biting her lip with another deep sigh and a shake of her head.

“You, uh.” Frank glances back and forth at their surroundings, doesn’t quite meet her eye. Tries to lighten his tone through the gruffness as he asks her, “So, you wanted to see me?”

Her voice is soft, forbearing, with a hint of gentle knowing behind it. “You didn’t?”

She’s holding back the clear start of a smile from him this time, and Frank. Christ. It’s taking everything in him not to step toward her, to—

Karen tilts her chin at him, the motion loosening another wave of blonde hair, and he can’t remember anymore why he was trying so hard to stand back from all this. He’s moving, swaying forward until she’s just an arm’s length away, and there’s something almost teasing about the way she relaxes her shoulder into the door as she watches him.

“You back to kill some people, Frank?”

He feels a corner of his mouth turn up. This girl. He licks his lips, lets out a quiet sort of laugh. “That was the plan, yeah.”

Karen gazes up at him, unblinking. “Have you?”

“I was—” Frank has to look away for a moment, finally turning back when he can. His eyes are steady, boring into hers, voice low and full with meaning. “I was. Working on it.”

Karen nods. Doesn’t speak for long seconds, and he measures them out in heartbeats, chest tightening hard enough it feels like it might break when she asks him, very carefully, “Still?”

Frank steps closer, close enough to feel the way her breath shakes with a small sigh, how her body moves away from the door to meet him.

His hand is inches from hers, but he doesn’t reach for her. Not yet.

She waits, gaze searching. He gives the barest shake of his head, and a single word, gravel-filled, a promise. “No.”

Something cracks open in her expression, and it means everything to him, her head ducking away as though she can’t have him looking too closely at the way she's biting back that smile of hers, and he thinks – he thinks he wants to make her do it again, and again, for as long as she will have him.

“Would you like to come in, Frank?”

He takes her hand in his this time, feeling the pull of her as he steps across the threshold, door shutting firmly behind them, and it feels like coming home.

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Shameless 9x11 “The Hobo Games” Review

With just a few episodes of the season left, Shameless is really amping up the drama — but it might be too little too late.

Episode 11, “The Hobo Games,” begins with Fiona in a motel room full of people. The viewer doesn’t know how she got here, as she was most recently seen being carted off to jail in a cop car, and it’s likely Fiona doesn’t have the answer either. She steals a bottle of oxy and is chased out of the building with a “Southside trash” thrown her way for good measure, an insult Fiona has certainly claimed with pride by now.

When she returns to the Gallagher house, Debbie is still making home improvements and needs cash to buy a furnace. So, Fiona wanders off to the street corner Carl used to frequent in his drug peddling days and sells the pills. She has to get creative after all, now that she’s out of a real job.

Meanwhile, Carl goes to work where he’s promoted to fry cook, though he’s distracted throughout the day by fears of Debbie attempting to seduce his girlfriend, Kelly. The two are getting suspiciously close and even Carl’s coworkers feed into his fears when they tell him the two look like lovers.

Across town, V has convinced Kev to get a vasectomy following their bad luck fostering Santiago. V believes he’s gone through with the procedure and when he’s acting strange, decides to drop off Amy and Gemma at the Gallagher house before going to work at the Alibis. Veronica later finds out that Kev had chickened out of the procedure and lied to her.

At the Hobo Loco Games, the last few competitors face off for the cash prize. As Frank attempts to focus all his energy on winning, Ingrid fears he will not stay loyal to her and her unborn babies. She decides to test Frank by lying to him, telling him she’s miscarrying. However, he’s more concerned with winning the money. After he loses the competition and Ingrid’s test, Frank returns home to find that she is leaving him and reducing the embryos to two — not that Frank will have anything to do with them as far as she’s concerned.

Lip, all the while, is attempting to adopt Xan who, in the last episode, showed up at the Gallagher house as her mom had disappeared (again). Though the initial appointment goes okay, Tammi is missing. And then, when Lip is out buying Xan a bunk bed, a social worker shows up at the house. A drunk Fiona answers the door and the social worker is left visibly unimpressed by the state of her and the house.

Lip’s bad luck continues when he waits outside of Tammi’s work to confront her about her no show and she reveals to him that she’s pregnant. The two have virtually no time to talk about their options because just when Lip thinks things can’t get any more stressful, his sponsee Jason calls. He reveals to Lip that he’s slipped up and needs to talk.

Jason later reveals to Lip that Fiona had stopped by the shop looking for him and offered him vodka, sending him into a downward spiral during which he also shot up heroin. Furious, Lip finds Fiona at home and confronts her about her interaction with Jason. After an icy standoff, Lip tells Fiona that he wants her out of the house.

There were so many interesting twists and turns this episode, but why are they just happening now?

This season as a whole has felt so oddly paced to me, with several episodes feeling like filler material and others being stuffed to the brim with tension and plot twists. For example, why has Fiona spent a quarter of the season drinking her days away with no intervention from anyone and is just now facing consequences, such as being fired from her job and kicked out of the house?

Why has Lip been doing nothing but hanging out with Tammi for several episodes in a row, only to now have three significant plot points dropped in his lap?

And what was the point of giving Frank the opportunity to be a father again and to win a large sum of money, only for both plotlines to be abandoned anticlimactically at the end of the season?

And meanwhile, the other characters in the show have been given lackluster storylines. Debbie especially has done next to nothing this half-season besides make improvements to the house and pay for the bills.

Carl, meanwhile, has shown no ambition to continue his military career, the dream he’s been chasing for three seasons now.

This episode was entertaining, don’t get me wrong. I love Lip and Fiona arguments with every fiber of my being. Jeremy and Emmy have such an amazing chemistry that makes these scenes absolutely electric. However, it almost felt like this scene should’ve happened a long time ago. Lip should’ve confronted Fiona about her behavior long before she gave his sponsee alcohol, especially because he knows what it’s like to be an alcoholic who needs help and support.

I enjoyed Lip immensely this episode, but part of me feels like I’m seeing a version of him I’ve never seen before, and not in a good way. He’s changed drastically without any onscreen development, and this makes it hard for me to believe who he is and what he’s doing. This is pretty much consistent for every character this season If I’m being honest.

The placement of blame on Fiona for everything going wrong feels unnecessary and solely ammo for Lip to get so angry he kicks her out, thus giving Emmy an exit. I suppose if Lip offered to help her, something much more in character for him or any of the other siblings, really, she wouldn’t have an out.

Perhaps Emmy’s decision to leave the show was last minute, but her exit has been written poorly and caused so many characters to do things they would never do. Even Fiona’s friends like Kev and V are absent from her life, which is extremely out of character for both of them.

I’m still looking forward to seeing how this season ends and how Fiona gets her final exit, but I’m unsure of how this leaves every other character moving forward. How will they continue to interact with each other, given that they’re suddenly so cold and no longer focused on being a family? With Fiona and Ian both gone, are we finally seeing the demise of the Gallagher clan?

I’m not sure how much longer this show can continue, quite frankly, and I’m more fearful than excited for what Season 10 may bring. I worry that Shameless has become unrecognizable, and is no longer the story of the dysfunctional but tightly-knit and fiercely loyal Gallagher family we’ve all grown to love. With that being said though, it’s been renewed for a reason. So maybe I’ll be pleasantly surprised by the episodes to come.

Shameless airs Sundays on Showtime at 9/8c.

Jessica’s episode rating: 🐝🐝

[i-also-miss-our-talks]

Headcannon where Davey takes you home for Christmas for the first time and you meet the whole fam (minus Les)?

Holy fuck this is long and I don’t know if its actually good but I hope you like it! Let me know if you don’t, though, and I’ll rewrite it!

WC: 2,294 

Warning: Swearing, Pretty sure that’s it

Masterlist

so Davey

sweet boy

met you the first year of college

you two were in the library at the same time to get the same book

and yadda, yadda, yadda, hugs, kisses, confessions, you two start dating

yay!

you have been dating for about two years and now it’s the holidays

yay! x 2

and unfortunately, you weren’t able to go home for christmas because it’s a lot of money and you’re a college student so you don’t have money

aw

but Davey said you could come home with him for christmas

yay! x3

so after your last exam, you pack up your stuff in Davey’s car and ride with him to his house (were gonna say it’s the 22nd for story reasons)

his house is about four hours away from the college so you guys made a playlist and belted out the songs for the whole ride

(of course Davey tried to be a show off and riff everything but holy fuck was he good at it)

by the time you guys got to his house, it was pitch black a snowing heavily

you two grab your luggage and laugh as you try not to slip on the ice running up to the door

Les is the one who answers the door and gasps

“Davey!”

he lunges at his brother for a hug but ends up throwing both of them into the snow behind him

you smile and take pictures of the brotherly reunion

then Les and Davey get up and help take the bags inside

“mom! dad! David and Y/N are here!”

you take of your shoes next to Davey’s and follow him to the kitchen where his folks are

you’ve met them before so you give them hugs and such before heading up to Daveys room

when you two got there, Davey blushed and rubbed the back of his neck

“do you wanna just share the bed?”

you smile and nod

then the next day comes because im too lazy to write the rest of the night

so the next day is the 23rd and the day before the rest of the family comes so you guys start getting stuff ready

Les and Davey set up the tree and stockings and decorate the tree

his dad goes outside to put up lights

and you and his mom bake cookies for all his family members

and you’re all wearing christmas hats because wearing christmas hats while decorating is mandatory

his mom told you stories from when Davey was little during christmas while you two mixed the batter

like one time before Les was born (they’re about nine years apart) Davey went sledding with his dad but he went down the hill too fast and basically flew down it. he ended up getting the front of the sled stuck in a snow drift and he went flying and smacked into a tree trunk and that’s the story of how Davey lost both of his front teeth

another time there was a girl he liked freshman year of high school and he wanted to get her a present so he got her this really pretty (and expensive) necklace while he was out buying a little harmonica for Les cause the little five-year-old saw a kid in a commercial playing one so he really wanted one. so Davey bought both of them and went home a wrapped them both in the same wrapping paper. But the necklace and the harmonica were both in a long rectangle box so the next day at school he accidentally gave the girl the harmonica

while the cookies were in the oven, you and his mom joined the bros in putting up other stuff around the house

you and Les went around the house to put up little stacks of presents

when you came back Davey asked you to help him put something up

you nodded, of course, and followed him

he brought you to the front door and pulled the mistletoe out from behind his back

you giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted it above your heads

you were about to kiss Davey when his dad opened the door

Davey blushed deeply

“d-dad!”

he laughed

“sorry, Dave. but i need your help”

Davey sighed and handed you the mistletoe before grabbing his coat and boots to follow his dad outside with

you gave him a quick peck on the cheek to give him a smile before he closed the door

a few hours later, Davey came back inside shivering and covered in snow from helping outside

you helped him take his jacket and boots off and led him to the couch in the living room, cuddling next to him to warm him up

Davey wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead

you two fell asleep all cuddled up like that

aww!

cuties!

his mom snapped a photo and texted it to you after posting it on her Facebook with the hashtag #mysleepingbabies

Daveys mom is actually the real MVP

Les politely woke you two up for dinner by throwing a snowball at Daveys face

he chased Les around the house while you go with his mom to get pizza

when you come back, Davey opens the front door for you two

he takes the pizza out of your hands and shyly kisses you

you’re like “?” until he points to the mistletoe he hung above the front door

you roll your eyes but cant help and giggle at his dorkiness

Davey kisses his moms cheek too before bringing the food to the kitchen

your boy is so sweet

love him forever pls

now

the next day

christmas eve

family christmas

you got dressed in nice jeans and a cute red sweater with a santa hat to top it off

Davey matches you with jeans and a nice christmas sweater

before going downstairs, he just holds you for a bit on his bed

“Y/N, listen. my family can get…weird”

“Davey, im sure it’ll be fine”

“they’re not like mom or dad or Les. they’re…well..you’ll see. but if you ever feel like it’s too much let me know and we can just come back up here and cuddle”

you laugh and give him a quick peck

“only if you do the same”

your boyfriend nods and grabs your hand, leading you downstairs

Les is dressed nice too

and guess what?

guess

fucking

what?

Les and Davey are wearing matching sweaters

and his mom and dad are wearing matching sweaters

turns out the whole family had matching sweaters

they’re the best family tbh

then little Les hands you a present and tells you to open it

you do as you’re told and gasp because holy crap its the same sweater they’re all wearing

“you better hurry and put it on before the rest of the family gets here” their mom says

you start to tear up because oh my gosh you’re a part of their family they got you a sweater to match them oh my gosh

you quickly run upstairs and change before coming down and hugging Davey

“did you know about this?”

he nodded

“of course i did. my mom came up with it though”

then zip zap zoo the rest of the family is in the Jacobs household

we’re talking cousins, aunts, uncles, grandmas, grandpas, even grunckles and grants

its a lot of people

and they all love you

they keep teasing Davey like

“how’d you snag her you nerd?” cousin Frank

“blink twice if he paid you to date him” uncle Thomas

“why don’t ya ditch the bookworm and hang with a real man?” Race

“Race, what the hell are you doing here? get out,” Davey said and pushed him out the door

the party was great and everyone was so nice

his grandma loved your hair and how when Davey looked at you his eyes would almost sparkle. she told you that her mother told her her husbands eyes sparkled like that when they were still dating and that’s how she knew he was the one

you secretly told her later that you knew Davey was the one a year ago when he called you beautiful after your phone went off at three in the morning when he slept over in your dorm. the light from your phone screen had shown off your messy hair, gunk in the cracks of your eyes, and the slight drool crust on the corner of your lips. but Davey woke up with you and as soon as he saw you in the light, he called you beautiful. that’s why you knew he meant it

Davey’s uncle was a bit weird, though

not uncle Thomas

uncle Logan

he would just stand in the corner of the room and watch the party from afar

he never spoke unless spoken too

he had like twenty handfuls of pretzels, but half a glass of water

yeah

weirdo

kinda gave you the creeps

but anyway

Davey did get a bit jealous when a few of his cousins started hitting on you, but you just simply took him to the mistletoe every time and that seemed to make him feel better

then it was dinner time

you sat in-between Davey and Les and across from Race and Albert

“how do you keep getting into my house? get out of here!”

after chasing off Race and Albert, you ended up sitting across from his Aunt Judy and Grandma

during dinner, Davey held your hand under the table

aww

he’s so sweet

you helped Les and his mom clean the table while Davey went to go do something

you didn’t know what it was. all he told you was that it was “a family tradition”

so you didn’t ask questions

after dishes, you followed Les to Davey where he sat at a piano

(holy crap this is getting long. i’ll try to speed things up)

you sat next to Davey on the bench and smiled as he began to play classic christmas songs

his whole family sang together in pretty much perfect harmony and you were just amazed

like wow not only is Davey the most amazing singer ever but he comes from a family of amazing singers like wtf i don’t think that’s fair

but yeah

so after all the songs, everything was calming down when everyone gathered around the tree to open presents

everyone apologized that they didn’t get you a gift cause they didn’t know you were coming, but you said it was fine and helped Davey open his

afterwards, Davey took you to his room while everyone messed with their new gifts

he sat with you on his bed and pulled out a small box from under his bed

“here. i was gonna wait till tomorrow, but i felt bad for you not getting anything just now”

you smiled and kissed his cheek

“its not a harmonica, is it?”

Davey blushed

“y-you know about that?! how?!”

you laughed and ignored his question by opening the gift

your heart almost stopped at the sight

“Davey…”

your boyfriend took the ring out of the box and held your hand

WHOA



CHILL GUYS



ITS JUST A PROMISE RING



DAVEY WOULDN’T PROPOSE AFTER ONLY TWO YEARS

Y’ALL GOOD?

“Y/N, i want to make a promise. i want to promise that i’ll always love you and care for you and help you no matter what. i know we’ve only been together for two years but i just know you’re the one”

you put a hand over your mouth to quiet your sobs

“so, Y/N, can i give you this ring as a promise that one day i can replace it with something permanent? something that’s us and only us?”

(okay. listen. deh is amaze so deal with the reference)

you nodded and let him slip the ring onto your finger

he’s crying too as he pulls you in for a deep kiss

when you two part, you lay down on the bed with him, resting your head on his chest

you two didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep without leaving cookies for Santa

(how dare u)

the next morning you were woken up by Les jumping onto Davey’s gut and screaming “IT’S CHRISTMAS” into your ears

Davey groaned in pain as you got up and changed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt before heading downstairs

you smiled as Les smiled at what Santa had brought

he immediately tore open his gifts once his mom and dad had sat on the couch with coffee

you sat on the ground with your back against the wall and watched Les show off his gifts

Davey came down a few minutes later in PJ pants and a t-shirt, clutching his stomach as he sat next to you

you leaned into his side and he wrapped his arm around you

omg

guys

you two are so cute

i can’t with you guys

Les put yours and Daveys presents in front of you so you could open them

you smiled and handed Davey the present that was from you

“Merry Christmas, babe. hope you like it”

inside was a pair of new tap shoes cause the ones he currently has will be busted the next time he tries to do a shuffle

Davey gasps

“Y/N these are exquisite! they must’ve cost a fortune!”

(tap shoes are expensive as hell, man)

you just shrugged

Davey hugged you tightly and kissed your temple

“i love you”

you giggled and hugged him back

“i love you too”

christmas is the best

especially when your boyfriend is Davey Jacobs and you get to celebrate with his whole family

the fucking finally end

[sabraeal]

PROMPT: Three accidental kisses... that perhaps weren't so accidental after all.

There are no masquerades in the North. At least, not likethis.

A wave of masks sweeps out of the ballroom, flooding thearcade and lapping at the manicured walkways of the courtyards. Their costumes are three centuries out ofstyle, cut much like court robes, though instead of being constrained to dowdycolors and matte fabrics, the crowd scintillates with satins and silks andvelvets, stitched in gold or silver and embellished with crystal. They are the portrait hall come to life, a congregation of history dressed in theirfinest.

“I thought Wistal was known for its full masks,” Hakiremarks, angling herself so that she may both see the revelry outside and watchher husband-to-be enter the antechamber. “I saw pictures of them once, in the libraries atLyrias. Porcelain embellished with gold.”

“Mm, once,” he agrees, coming to stand beside her. Theguests ebb and flow beneath them, and she cannot help but think they lookdesperate for a dance. That was the always the worst part of a night banquet,waiting for the floor to be opened.

“They’ve fallen out of style?” She runs her fingers alongthe stiff velvet of her own, feeling snowdrops beneath their tips. “A pity. I alwaysloved the look of them.”

“There are a few who are traditional.” His shoulder leansagainst the glass, mouth curving beneath his half mask. “But what is the pointof being anonymous, if your mouth is masked as well?”

Haki hopes the darkness of the room hides her flush. She’sto be married in three days, wooed and wedded and bedded, but she is not usedto such frank talk, not out of a nobleman’s mouth, and certainly not a prince.In the North such things are talked around, carefully couched in euphemism andcoy inquiries into whether one’s bed is large enough to warm two. Not – this.This casual mention of mouths kept uncovered for clandestine kisses.

She presses her cheek against the window, hoping the glasswill cool its burn. “Things are very different here.”

“You have a masquerade in Wilant, don’t you?” His mouth cantsslyly. “My mother brought me one as a boy. I had great fun with it. Zen, not asmuch.”

She clucks her tongue chidingly. “Cruel.”

He shrugs. “Elder brothers have their fun when they can.”

Haki ducks her head, smothering a smile into the puffedshoulder of her gown. She refrains from informing him younger sisters did aswell. Makiri still finds other places to be on Long Night.

“It’s not like this,” she tells him instead, when herexpression can be held placid. “It’s not celebration, but superstition. It’s tochase the spirits back to the mountains, before the winter sets in.”

Her fiancé hums thoughtfully. “Very different.”

She risks a glance up at him. Even with his mask on, she cantell he is serious, contemplative; every inch a king. “It’s all right,” shesays, gaze falling to the crowd below, their faces illuminated by the pale lightof the lanterns. “I think I like this better.”

Her neck aches, and she lowers her head, putting chin to chest. Her headdress is heavy, wrought gold that her hair has been wrapped so tightly around her temples pound. She can’t imagine how women survived this as fashion.

She lets out a soft hiss, fingers probing the back of her neck to relieve the tension there, but – ah, it only makes it worse.

A soft chuckle escapes him. “I am sorry,” her husband-to-be murmurs, stepping closer. “Mother did insist on the worst period for royal headwear.”

These masquerades are tradition, she’s been told a half dozen times. To celebrate the future of a royal marriage, it is considered auspicious to look to the past. A strange custom, to be certain, but there was a poetry to it that appealed to Haki, some romance.

The bride and groom were supposed to be dressed as ancestors that had previously joined their houses together, but – there was no point in history where a prince married a steward’s daughter.

It was an observation that had not gone amiss among thebriars of the court. No one had been cruel in Haki’s hearing, but she had heardthe titters behind hands, seen the speculative looks some of the women had eyedher with. Her own handmaidens brought back talk, had told her of women who hadlaughed behind closed doors and said, whoknows, perhaps she does have some fine blood within her. There’s always achance a lord takes his due.

That is until Haruto arrived, all smiles and sunlight, andtold her she had chosen a time where one of her own ancestors had married intothe Wisteria line – the marriage that brought Wistal and Wilant as one.

Haki’s eyes had burned with gratitude. It was not just anhonor, it was a claim. Whoever tookissue with her bloodline had issue with the Queen Dowager herself.

It is more than she deserves, but Haki knows well enough not to say.

“I see now why you just have the bands.” Her whole head chimes as she tilts to look him in the eye. It feels like her scalp might rip off from the weight.

“I am suddenly very suspicious of why she begged off the evening,” she continues, teasing. It would be just like Haruto to put forth all this effort, only to find herself conveniently allergic to the evening.

“Oh, I’m sure the accessories are part of it.” His lips part beneath his mask, just slightly. “But please do not feel as if it is a slight. I think…”

Something very serious settles over his face; he looks less a young man and more a king in this light, lines furrowing the space between his brow.

“I think she did not think the festivities would affect her so.” His mouth pulls at the corners, grim. “She thought she had put so much of this behind her.”

“Ah, I –” Haki flounders, looking for words that won’t come. “I didn’t think how hard this might be for her.” She wraps a hand around his elbow, gentle. “She must have loved your father very much.”

Muscles tense beneath her hand, and when she looks up, his mouth is a rictus of a grin.

It is gone in a moment. “I only mean,” he drawls, humor rich in his voice, “that it is hard for her, as a widow. She does so love dancing.”

A laugh bursts from her. “You would not dance with your mother? Hm, they say there is much about how a man treats his wife in how he treats his mother. Should I worry –?”

“You will never find fault with me as a husband,” he promises with an amount of vehemence that startles her. “Not in this.”

“I did not mean –”

He holds up a hand, gently quelling. “I know. I only meant – you may be at ease with me. There is no harm I would ever visit upon you.”

Her fingers tangle in her skirt, if only to keep from touching him. “Thank you.”

He turns his head, waiting for their signal. “It is nothing.”

She looks at him, so strikingly handsome even masked and costumed. There is something about the robes of this era that lend him an air of wisdom, though they do not hide the lithe power of his frame either. Makiri often said the king was one of the bests swords in the country, and dressed like this she could believe it.

In the dim light of the corridor, the pale arch of his cheek glows, and she cannot help herself, not when he makes himself so – so within reach.

She leans into him, finger sinking into the soft velvet of his robe as she rises on her toes, lips tingling with the expectation of the sharp curve of his cheekbone –

He turns, so attentive, at the last moment. “Is there some –?”

His breath catches as their lips met, hardly more than a brush of skin and shared breath –

She rocks back onto her heels with an embarrassed chirp. “Your Majesty, I –! I didn’t –”

“Ah, no.” His hand comes to her cheek, pulling her back toward him. “Haki, it is – fine. I don’t –”

Their eyes meet, both so black in the darkness.

“– Mind,” he finishes, strangely breathless. She feels it ghosting over her lips, her toes curling in her slippers. Surely he cannot mean –

“We’re to be married, are we not?” he asks, his voice so low, so enticing. She leans into him, his robes tickling her palms. “We should not be so shy with just a single kiss.”

“Well,” she replies with more confidence than her quivering heart feels. “It is the only one.”

He leans closer. “Thus far.”

Her eyes flutter shut. “Thus far…”

“Your Majesty!”

They spring apart, like a scullion caught in the hay with a stable hand. The steward, eyes rolled aloft, waits just outside the doors. “It is time.”

Izana clears his throat, pink dusting his cheeks. “We can continue this conversation later,” he tells her, tucking her hand into the crook of his elbow.

“Ah,” she sighs, pressing a hand to her cheek. “Yes. Later.”

Everything about this damned thing itches.

Zen has done his part for the night – his due diligence, as brother had so eloquently put it. He’s stood at Izana’s side and pretended he does not look absolutely ridiculous in – what is this? Some sort of dress? – his hair fighting the fashionable curl of yesteryear with every strand.

He’s made polite conversation with every foreign dignitary, even the Samese ambassador, who wore musty furs and smelled heavily of musk. The old style, you know, Batbayar had said with a laugh, slapping Zen on the back hard enough to make him stumble.

He’s danced with every eligible young woman Haruka deemed it would be an insult to miss, and his costume would be nearly sweat through if it was not so copiously padded in the shoulders and chest. He hopes whatever perverse impulse that made his mother pick the Solomon period has been exorcised from her, for he won’t be having any of this at his marriage masquerade.

With that thought, he smiles. Finally he is done with duty; now he may turn to the more pleasurable part of this night.

He scans the shadows of the ballroom, letting his legs leadhim out the doors, down to the arcade. Here the usual alcoves are curtained –for privacy, his brother had said all-to knowingly – and Zen’s sharp eyes onlyserve to catch couples dallying in their finery.

His nose wrinkles. Weddings are romantic, yes, but even withthe anonymity the masks afford, public displays are unseemly. Using the alcoves to steal a few kisses that could keepto the end of the night was the height of impropriety and –

Zen’s mind grinds to a stop. He sees her.

Her back is to him, but he recognizes the curve of her body,the way she is so small but stands so tall. The court in season is like asummer storm, but Shirayuki has weathered it all, unbowed. She makes it so easyto picture her beside him, to imagine her hand in his and this distance betweenthem erased in a single moment, her at his side as they promise to step forwardtogether.

She’s done well to hide herself in the alcoves; Izana hasn’t forbidden himto see her – and he invited her in the first place – but still he feels hisbrother’s disapproval like a palpable weight. Shirayuki peers out from thecurtain, head swiveling about on her neck, looking for him. Her hair is covered– one of the few fashions of the Solomon period that has any merit, in Zen’sopinion – and her mask covers all but her mouth, but still he knows her. Hewould know her anywhere.

He must traverse half the arcade, but it feels like only three steps, his hand coming to grasp hers and spin her into his arms. “There you are –”

She’s clever; the shadows are thick here, and he has no fear of being spotted when he lowers his mouth to hers.

His name is muffled by his lips when they meet, drawing outa yelp of surprise. For a moment she sits stiff in his arms, one of her hands clutchedin the padded shoulder of his robes, but he keeps the kiss insistent, coaxing.Shirayuki is shy in this, always waiting for him to move first, for him to soothher, and as he expects, she melts against him, opening her mouth under his, and –

She shoves him into the alcove.

His back hits the wall, hard, jolting their lips apart for along second, every noise muted by the curtains save for their heavy breaths. Hebarely has time for another before she is on him again, lips dragging over hiswith a hint of tongue that leaves his knees weak, that leaves him whining,needy, against her mouth.

They’ve never kissed like this – she’s never kissed him like this, never been the one to press formore, always waiting for his lead before her tentative response, but –

Her tongue licks out over the roof of his mouth, draggingalong each ridge behind his teeth and – and he moans, yanking her against him. It’s both too much and not enough;he knows that he shouldn’t, that thishas progressed far beyond their usual kiss, but also – also –

“It’s been so long,” he groans. She hums in agreement, nails dragging along his scalp, and he jerks against her, hips grinding into the flat of her belly.

It’s embarrassing to be so uncontrolled, to be so shameless, but – but she rolls her own in response, whimpering against his mouth, and oh, oh, it is more than fine if she is just as lost as he.

He’s flushed, hot, nudging her mouth aside so he can put his lips to the salt of her skin, sucking at the soft place between her neck and shoulder –

“Zen,” the woman breathes, and – and –

That is not Shirayuki’s voice.

He jolts back, eyes wide. Her mouth is swollen from his kisses, red and still inviting, still tempting, but – but –

He pulls the single ribbon that keeps her mask in place, and blue eyes stare back at him.

He groans.“Kihal.”

No matter how tame he gets, Obi will never enjoy these night banquets.

It’s not the drinking – though as his miss’s guard, he’s not encouraged to imbibe – or the dancing – though it’s not a plus, not in his book. And it’s certainly not the food, but –

The music shifts; the stately strains of the waltz drowned out by the beginning of a playful polka, and there she is, regular as clockwork. He knows her even with the mask, and not just because of the way her hair is burnished in the moonlight, how every fancy whorl catches the light and shines red. It is the way she walks, her feet so firmly planted on the earth even as her chin is tilted towards the heavens; the way she holds herself so tall, cutting through a sea of blue bloods like a skiff does toward shore.

It’s in the way her mouth curves when he drops to the banister in front of her. It how she doesn’t flinch when he wraps a curl around his finger, brushing the pad of his thumb over the silken ribbon of her hair.

“What’s the point of going to a masquerade, if you’re only going to give yourself away?” he asks wryly, smirk hidden behind the porcelain of his mask.

She clucks at him playfully, angling away. “It wasn’t quite my idea,” she admits. “Tanbarun had done away with hair coverings. And it seems my ancestor hadn’t been fond of them even when they hadn’t.”

Obi laughs at that. In the course of her research, his miss had discovered there were a great number of things polite society wore that Lady Theophanu went well enough without. It was the sort of eccentric behavior that might have gone unrecorded, had she not seen fit to inform every person that she happened to come across of the fact. More than once, Obi had caught his miss leaving the library red-faced, only answering his queries about her research with a shrill, It’s going fine!

“What a compliment His Majesty has paid you, suggesting her for tonight…”

Miss’s laughter peals like a bell, and he’s glad his face is behind a mask; he knows how poorly he hides his longing.

“Everyone’s been complimenting me on my wig,” she tells him, leaning close. Her scent winds around him, and he sways, just slightly. “Apparently red wasn’t so rare then. I’ve seen some other women with it tonight.”

“I hope Master isn’t too confused,” Obi teases, letting the curl slip from his finger. “I heard he owed you a dance.”

“Mm,” she hums, distracted. “But what are you supposed to be, Obi? You don’t look so different. I mean,” Her mask hide some of her blush, but the neck of her dress reveals more. “You look very handsome, but I don’t think they dressed like that.”

His breath catches at the compliment,but he shakes it off. His miss is far too kind for his heart. “Can’t you tell, Miss?” He taps on the mask. “I’m the dog!”

Her jaw drops, he thinks in dismay, until a laugh bursts from her. “Obi! Your ancestor wasn’t a dog.”

He lowers his eyes, smile tight behind the mask. “I wonder…”

“Oh well,” she sighs, her shoulders brushing his knees. “I do often prefer dogs to people.”

“I think what you mean,” he laughs, hoping he does not sound so breathless to her ears, “is that you prefer mutts to purebreeds.”

She ducks closer, her mouth struggling against a laugh. “Obi.”

“You’re out here with me, aren’t you?” His voice shouldn’t be this low, shouldn’t show so much, but still, still.

Sharp green watches him from beneath lowered lashes. “I am.”

She’s too close to him; her shoulders are bare, and they rubagainst the knit of his trousers as she stands between his knees. It’s too much;he sways at her proximity, at the temptation of closing that small distancebetween them and –

And he can’t do this. He’s too bold, knowing that he canhide from her.

His fingers slide under his chin, lifting up his mask, and –

Soft lips flutter against his. Air stutters out from hislungs, leaving him gasping.

What is this? What isthis?

His miss jerks back, not enough to leave the cradle of histhighs, but enough so that their eyes meet, so that he may see the shockedquestion in them.

She fell. That’s – that’s the only explanation that makessense. Her slipper caught on her gown, and she just fell onto him.

“Miss –”

“I didn’t –” Her eyes are wide behind her mask. “It was just supposed to be – your mask was still on –”

“Oh,” he breathes, “right. Of course. You meant for the mask…”

His mind grinds to a halt. If she meant for his mask to bethere, would she have meant to –?

“Obi,” she sighs, and there is no reason for him to benddown, no reason for him to assume –

Her hands tangle in the straps of his uniform, pulling himdown as she rises to meet him, and – and there is even less reason for this,for the way she sighs into his mouth, for the way she gasps when his handthreads through the braids and twists at her scalp to draw her closer, to tilther head just so. His miss whineswhen his mouth opens under hers, tongue eagerly slipping past his teeth toslide against his; the friction so delicious that he groans, so softly –

“Oh!” She breaks away, her heavy breath busting over hislips. “I – um…”

“There’s something that bothers me, Miss,” he purrs, slowlyslinking off the banister, unfurling himself so he stands head and shouldersabove her.

“O-oh?” Her skin is flushed a delicious pink, from justabove the top of her mask all the way to her décolletage. It’s…encouraging.

“If my mask was supposed to be on…” His mouth spreads into aslow grin against her lips. “Just what were you planning on doing to it?”

There is only so much she can take.

Haki sweeps into the antechamber, heaving a sigh of reliefwhen she finds it devoid of honored guests. She flicks her train out frombetween the doors and leans back, letting her weight close it the rest of theway. The smooth wood cools her back, and she lingers for a long moment.

Finally, some time to think. Not that she’ll been able to domuch of that tonight, anyway.

She paces away from the door, shaking her head. That kiss haunts her. Or, more accurately, the moment after, when the king royal leaned back in –

Or did he? She must have imagined it; the king is not known for his softness, for having a weakness.

It must be the dream of a hopeless romantic, a fevered wishing by a woman destined to be disappointed by the harsh reality of her marriage –

The door flies open.

Haki is in no mood for pleasant company. “I would prefer to be–” Her eyes fall on the lithe form filling the doorway. “…alone.”

“Good,” His Majesty says, door snicking shut behind him. “I prefer you to be alone as well.”

Her brow furrows. Why could he possibly –?

He descends.

There is no other way to put it. One moment there is an entire room between them, and next there is nothing, his hands dragging her closer still, flattening the ornamentation of her skirt.

“Wait,” she gasps, and he tears himself from her mouth with a wounded noise. “You’ll ruin the flounces.”

The way he looks at her from under his hooded eyes, irises as dark as midnight, makes her want to rip them off herself. “Are you concerned greatly?”

“No,” she breathes, and then pulls him back, fingers threaded tightly against his scalp. He gasps into her mouth, and yes, yes, this is what she wants from him –

“Your Maj – oh, really? At your own party?”

Haki springs away, waking her mouth with the back of her hand. Sir Shidnote stands at the door, torn between amusement and wishing he could be anywhere else.

“Would it really be any better if it was at someone else’s party?” Izana drawls, turning away from her with eyebrows raised.

His knight laughs. “At least no one would be telling me to come fetch you for the dance.”

Her fiancé lifts a single shoulder, as if he couldn’t be bothered by such trivial complaints. Sir Shidnote only laughs harder.

“Just come as quick as you can. I don’t want to be explaining this to Haruka.”

The door remains ajar when he leaves; a reminder. She can hear the din of the party wafting through it, and she is embarrassed to know she almost let herself be accosted mere feet away from the court, in a room without even a lock –

Izana turns to her, gaze heated, and her thoughts evaporate. She wants his hands on her again, wants him to find where the seamstress hid the closures of her gown.

He steps close, bending so that the tip of his nose meets hers. Her eyes must be crossed, but she hardly cares as long as he looks at her like that. “We’ll continue this conversation later.”

“Perhaps after we are married?” she teases, looking up at him from under her eyelashes.

He smirks, one hand spreading over the narrow waist of her gown. “There’s plenty to discuss before then.”

She hums thoughtfully, making to sweep past him, but his hand keeps her close.

His voice drops, so deep, when he says. “I will make you a very happy woman, when we are married.”

Her heart flutters in her chest. “Aah,” she sighs. “I do so hope you live up to your reputation.”

His eyebrows raise.

She smiles. “I’ve heard you are a man who keeps his promises.”

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Stephen King\'s Horror Essay

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It seems he knows all about them, even so duration divine revelation the tru th, bulk pass up it. Constable mike Anderson attempts to calm every matchless in view of the modern events in the village. Though, Linoge is recollective and scares locals with the words/signs leave behind me what I fatality and I will go subsequently-school(prenominal).\n\nSo, theyre calling it the Storm of the snow, and its coming hard. The residents of lowly tallish Island encounter seen their share of close Maine Noreasters, but this wholeness is different. Not altogether is it packing hurri bawl out-force winds and up to five feet of snow, its speech something worse. Something even the islanders turn in never seen before. Something no one wants to see. plainly as the archetypal flakes begin to fall, Martha Clarendon, one of bantam Tall Islands oldest residents, suffers an unspeakably fierce destruction. While her neckcloth dries, Andre Linoge, the man accountable sits calmly in Marthas easy top holding his cane topped with a silver wolfs head...waiting. Linoge knows the townspeople will generate to arrest him. He will allow them. For he has puzzle it off to the island for one reason. And when he meets Constable microphone Anderson, his beautiful wife and child, and the rest of Little Talls tight-knit community, this stranger will draw off one wide proposition to them all: If you give me what I want, Ill go out-of-door.\n\nThe means of the depiction is the c erstrn within the main character. Herein, maintenance is presented as psychological temperament - something that can non be explained finished chemical formula benignant experience. Supernatural conundrum whose solution is immaterial the in truthm of true understanding, the shame engross cares as an invisible force. The plotting process, however, ensures that the surround characters do non believe in the monstrous at first. \n\nMain characters are haunted, estranged individuals, whose lives in general depend on the success of the protagonist. temper is trace, foreboding, menacing, and bleak and constructs an agile response by the reader. Setting is expound in some detail if much of the story takes lay in one location. Plot contains shake up and unthought incidents.\n\n resemblance explains the initial actions of the repulsion entity. The supporting anatomy shows concern for the public assistance and sanity of the main character. Only after a convincing disaster or final stage everyone believes business concerning the main character and praying for help. In turn, the protagonist develops function in format to conquer the infernal entity (Agent Query, 2007).\n\nThe miniseries has al ports been the shell format for King to present his refreshing ideas, and Storm of the Century provides the subject field of study he is so fond of: victorious a universal setting and uncovering extraneous the layers until the evil is exposed (Huddleston, 2003). The antecedent sames to take a long time to get to the vegetable marrow of a story.\n\nKings execration involves supernatural effects. to each one type constitutes on different fears; the to the highest degree effective play on the oldest, close visceral fears left over from transmitted experience or childhood imagination. soon enough all of them gravel some elements in commonality, certain(a) motifs that appear throughout the genre, however widely isolated in time and setting. These motifs horrify by taking out-of-door things we depend on. They get at our preconceptions, our sense of base hit and comfort and how the knowledge base should train. They twist and yield the familiar into the unfamiliar. They painful principal us with differences.\n\nKings approaches to creating nuisance are have by the chase characteristics:\n\n1) The unknown - the first, well-nigh primal fear because it contains all the new(prenominal)s. Anything could devolve; anything could emerge from the darkness.\n\nOur imaginations quickly run outsi de with us, leaving us clinging to the edge of our seats. but the unknown is boundless in possible as well as in threat. Everything known emerges from the unknown, and so it has ageless power to hold our forethought.\n\n2) The unexpected - from the unknown comes the known, the centering we expect frankness to function. When something shatters our expectations, we feel appall and distress. Your stomach plummets when the demon smashes through the wall. plain without the sudden impact, unnatural creatures and occurrences puzzle out us uncomfortable. On a deep, instinctive aim we react to them as wrong. Sane people do non like having to s alikel with an insane gentleman. The erroneous confuses us.\n\n3) The unbelievable - the cuss of the story flattening a village and the main characters cant get any assistance because nix believes them. We disregard that which does not fit into our exist definition of globe ... a wild habit. We also fear falling into a situation th at places us beyond belief.\n\nThe disposition of sanity comes into question. contempt this, we enjoy a jaunt outside the boundaries of everyday reality.\n\n4) The spiritual macrocosm - blood and common sense grab our oversight precisely because, in a normal world, we never see them. They only extend visible when something goes in earnest wrong. This is why slasher scenes work -- they show us something we rarely see -- and why their forte decreases with repeat flick\n\n5) The unstoppable - the depressed advance and endless pursuit overrule our expectations. People retreat, flake harder as they game into corners. Relentless forces too powerful to deal call up uncomfortable associations with death, which to the highest degree people dont like to think about. save death comes for everyone in time, so we cannot exclude it forever. Instead we go whistling cumulus dark alleys to look the inevitable.\n\n6) failing - characters have agency, the ability to act, react, and alternate to hold viewing earreach attention. Much of the haul comes from a finish up deficiency of agency, of power.\n\n7) want - is the central conflict. Helplessness contrasts with aching, desperate guide. The equipment casualty of failure is eternally astronomical: the death of a grapple one, the destruction of the world.\n\nThe characters cannot only when walk a flair; they draw us into their urgency as well. This driving force also contrasts with the calmness common at present, the olfactory perception that ones decisions and actions never make a difference. Thus, the very stress of the protagonists throw together pull ins to us.\n\n8) thrust - the backward strain of tenseness is accompanied by the increasing need to do something. Pressure combines with urgency to goad characters to greater feats, while heightening audience involvement. The pressure builds, peaks, and hence dissipates.\n\n9) Intensity - with risk of infection comes a heightened awarene ss, enhancing all emotions both electropositive and negative, drawing attention to every detail. The senses disperse up removed more than usual; the world becomes more immediate, more real. The passion of emotion and sensation drowns out common sense.\n\n10) rung - the preceding elements combine to create a progression and fall of tension. Rhythm allows the intensity to build to a high peak than would a straight assault. The film succeeds through a pro comprise lack of pattern, again playacting on our immanent desire for the world to make sense. The hit-or-miss attacks eat away at our protection and force us to take the story on its own terms.\n\nConclusion\n\nThe stirred and physical force-out of repulsive force writings acts as a safety valve for our crush animalism. Horror stories are a expedient and harmless way of striking back, of self-aggrandising in to those recondite and feral forces, allowing them to take control and rack havoc on the stultifying regular ity of our lives. Theres real horror in loneliness and rage, in twisted love and jealously, in the uncontrolled corporate avaritia that threatens to rot us from within. Much of todays horror is about these dark stains on our souls, the cancers of our minds.\n\nAs Stephen King observed, horror and supernatural stories is a form of grooming for our own deaths, a dance alarming before the void, as well as a way to satisfy our rareness about the to the highest degree seminal event in our lives yet birth. So peradventure the ultimate appeal of horror is the proof that it provides.\n\nThe opposite of death is life. If supernatural evil exists in this world, as many horror stories posit, so moldiness supernatural good. blacken magic is balance by white. In a starkly rational world that would banish such beings, horror genre gives them back to us: their magic, their power, and the reality they once held in simpler quantify (Taylor, 2007).\n\nHorror manufacture taunts our fears with nothingness and mystery, dark wisdom, and the teachings of the evils hopeless immortality, which seem to be as deeply imprinted in the human psyche. Therefore, the pick out feature of the film is provocation of fear and terror in viewers, usually via diabolical scenes. This is added by a sense of dread, unease, anxiety, or foreboding. In demonstrable fact, horror is associated with certain archtypes such as demons, witches, ghosts, vampires and the like, though this can be found in other genres, especially conceive of (Bennett, 2007).\n\nStorm of the century is a painful and intense fear, dread, and dismay. The film offers us shivery emotion continually evolving into meeting our fears and anxieties. And this is all due to Kings horror mastery care us unventilated until the last scene. \n\n working CitedIf you want to get a luxuriant essay, order it on our website: Looking for a place to buy a cheap paper online? Buy Paper Ch eap - Premium quality cheap essays and affordable papers online. Buy cheap, high quality papers to impress your professors and pass your exams. Do it online right now! '