Michael Langdon - Neighbors

Michael Langdon - Neighbors

Warnings: Kind of short, idk Soft!Michael? Soft!Antichrist? [I know the gif isn't in the right setting, but it was the only one where he wasn't acting like, well, the ANTICHRIST]

Words: 1.0k

I just moved into the infamous Murder House. My parents and I had just moved from Michigan to L.A for my father’s work. The house was, surprisingly, inviting, and warm. I knew that there were a lot of deaths in this house, but I don’t know. There was something about it that made me love it more.

I was unpacking some boxes in my room until I heard the bell ring.

To be honest, I never liked having to meet new people, but my parents went out so I kind of didn’t have the choice. I walked out of my room, went down the stairs, and down the door. I had a sudden feeling that maybe the person I was about to meet wouldn’t be bad as I thought. This person would change me forever.

I twisted the knob and was faced to two new people. There was a woman, with blonde hair and a dish in her hand, and a teenage boy whom had the same blonde hair as her, but had a glimpse of kindness in his eyes, almost like innocence.

“Hello there, you must be Y/N? Are your parents home?” The woman asked.

“Yes, I am and no, my parents aren’t home. May I help you?” Politely offering a kind smile.

“Of course, my name is Constance and this is my grandson, Michael. We live across the street. May we come in?” The boy fidgeted nervously with his fingers.

“Please, do come in.” The boy passed by me and offered me a smile, kindly giving me a sweet look.

They both walked to the kitchen, like they knew where was everything in the house. I mean, Constance doesn’t look like she’s new to the neighborhood. I offered them some seats and Constance informed me of her situation and how she knew so well the house. In the meantime, Michael was sitting shyly in front of me, listening passionately to the stories I shared with both of them.

After a few moments of talking, I heard my parents coming through the front door. “Y/N, where are you?” My mother called out.

“In the kitchen, mom. Our neighbors gave us a visit.”

Constance and my mother both embraced kindly, giving my mother the dish, she had in her hands. My father greeted the two of them, and looked at me with big eyes, meaning "A BOY?!". I rolled my eyes and chuckled a bit.

They all started to talk and I asked the boy if he wanted to let them talk. He gladly accepted with a smile. We both excused ourselves from the adults and I took him to my room, hopefully it was quieter.

“And that’s my room. I haven’t finished unpacking yet, but I’m getting there.” He walked by me, as I closed the door behind me. My laptop was sat on my bed, my playlist on hold.

“It already looks cool. Sorry, we haven’t been formally introduced, I’m Michael Langdon.” He held out his hands out, letting out a nervous chuckle.

“Right, and I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” I took his hand in mine, feeling his warm touch on my cold hand. My cheeks peeked a tint of pink and a real smile; I haven’t smiled for real in a long time.

“You have a really nice room, you know. Mine is kind of basic, at home.” My walls were painted in a deep blue-grey shade. I’ve always like neutral colors and wall decorations. I still had to hang my accessories like my vinyl and CDs on my wall, as well as some painting and posters of grunge groups. I had a lot of blankets on my bed; I’ve always been cold, even in summer. I was born like that, but I wouldn’t prefer to be hot all the time.

“Thanks. I still have to unpack my books and music stuff, but most of it is done. At my old house, my room was smaller than this one, it’s nice to have more space. With school and the thousand of homework that the teachers give us, the space is nice.” He looked curious when I said ‘’books and music’’.

“Do you need help with unpacking? I can help you if you want.” He placed his blonde hair strand that was hanging on his forehead back.

“Thank you, I’d really appreciate that.”

We both started taking the things out of the boxes, we would talk about anything really. He told me he was a single kid too (A/N: to his knowledge, back at the time) and he knew how it felt to be lonely. Company was great, but I always kind of the loner kid. He was the only one I actually wanted to hang out with, not only to say ''hi'' at school. I heard my father knock on the door before opening the door.

“Michael, it’s very nice to meet you, but Constance is about to leave.” My father walked away, leaving us say our goodbyes.

“Thank you again, Michael. It’s really nice to have a friend around.” I gave him a warm smile, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek. He gave me back the smile and looked down nervously.

“Would you like to hang out sometime, you know, just the two of us?” I nodded and he walked away, closing the door behind him.

As he disappeared, I smiled to myself, not regretting anything I had done. I was the first time in a long time that I was genuinely happy.

That was only the beginning to,

Our

Story.

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James "Bucky" Barnes - Reality Locks In

Warnings: Mention of the Winter!Soldier, violence/gore, mention of kn!ves

Words: 1.3k

[Bucky’s POV]

I woke up in a dark room. It was freezing. The coldness made my bones shiver: making me even more confused. A feeling ran through me, making me realize that my arm wasn’t the same. I remember: my arm was replaced by a vibranium one when I fell off the train. I was supposed to be metallic, but it wasn’t.

The soft skin of my missing member felt abnormally real. The dim light of the room reflected on it, making it look even more real. As I tried to stand up, my body felt trapped in between straps. Pulling on them didn’t do anything, only making me hurt myself.

I heard a loud noise coming out of somewhere around the room. A bright light appeared, blind me quite a bit. Everything was fuzzy in my mind, as if I woke up from a dream. “Finally. You really are a deep sleeper.” A thick British accent spoke.

Could it be? Agent Carter?

I turned my head, but there was no one. For a second, I thought I was going crazy, until I heard the voice again. “Sergeant Barnes?” Another voice popped in this time, it was soft and fluttery, almost like the voice of my first love, Y/N.

“Sergeant Barnes, we need your report.” The supposed Y/N appeared again. “Show yourself first.” I spoke loudly, not expecting the echo of the room to make my ears hurt.

“Your report.” The voice changed again. It now sounded like a Russian person. I felt glimpses of pictures moving in front of my eyes. They looked almost like memories, I could see people laughing, friends, soldiers, battles, war, guns, violence and so many things. One second, I was in 1943, the next I was in another century, but there was still a common element. Y/N was always there.

I tried to remember anything about my past, but only her would come up.

[Flashback]

A very beautiful song came up through the club. I looked up to Y/N: hoping she would realise it was our song.

We always had this thing together, ever since I had met her. She was Steve’s sister, a few years older than him. She was trying to protect him when a taller guy punched him for no reasons. I was always there to stop the people who would attack him, but this time, she had gotten into it.

“Steven! Let go of him, you sick bastard!” She kicked his attacker in the back of the knee, only earning a fist on her jaw. She dropped on the ground, but got back up to show him a lesson. With luck, I pushed him away, looking at both of them. Steve stood up and went to look at her sister.

She was bleeding, her lips had a deep cut in it. I offered her my hand, as she gladly took it. “Are you alright?” I asked her softly, she nodded.

I both offered them to go to my apartment, but Steve went to the recruitment posts, still hoping to get into the army. She followed me to my appartement, clinging at my arm. I could tell that she was scared.

“Don’t worry, love. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” I whispered by her ear. She nodded and slipped her hand into mine. I gladly accepted the gesture, keeping her closer to myself. We entered my apartment, as I made her sit on a chair. I grabbed a first aid kit, honestly, I didn’t know what I was doing. I lowered myself to her level, looking deeply into her eyes.

“Does it hurt?” I asked her softly, trying not to startle her. “Not really. I’ve handled much worse, really.”

“Good. Because I don’t want to hurt you even more. This will sting a little.” I passed a disinfecting cloth on her lip, she winced at first, adjusting to the pain. I grabbed her face in my hand, getting more control to help her. After I had taken care of her, I walked towards my phonogram, playing a song I would soon recognize as ours.

“Dance with me. It’ll make you feel better.” She laughed a bit, before taking my hand as I took her in my embrace. I could feel her heartbeat slow down, still swaying to the music.

“Y/N. May I have this dance?” I asked her, as I stood up from my seat. She didn’t have that cut anymore. Steve was now Captain America, and I was just the best friend. But it felt different with her.

“You certainly may, James.” She knew I loved it when she called me by my real name. Most people called me Sergeant Barnes or for Steve, Bucky, as for James. It felt personal with her. Her body pressed on mine was heavenly. I looked down to her, swaying to the beat and kissed her right on our favorite part, I didn’t care if Steve was looking, he knew that I would never take advantage of her, nor ever hurt her,

[Present]

We separated, and just looked at each others' eyes. “I love you, James.”

“And I love you, Y/N.”

“Soldat.” Her voice made me shed another tear. Another past memory where I couldn’t feel her, where she wasn’t there.

Another man stepped into the room. He stared for a moment, then talked into another language.

Longing

Rusted

Seventeen

Daybreak

Furnace

Nine

Benign

Homecoming

One

Freight Car

A rage inside of me bottled up only by these words. My thoughts weren’t my own. Those words ached like acid inside my chest. The restrains on my limbs were loose and without realising it, I was pulling them off and attacking the false Y/N.

Anything I’ve ever felt for her just went away by a matter of seconds. She was the enemy. I had to complete my mission. Next thing I know, I heard a distant scream, mixed with sobs from the back of my head. The poor voice was begging: begging to have mercy and to remember them. “Please. James, stop. Please.”

A pulse of electricity activated another function in me. And then,

I woke up.

[Real Life]

“Please. James, stop. Please.” I didn’t see the impostor, only my Y/N. I was holding a dagger not far from her head. Tears filled up my eyes. The dagger fell from my grip, looking at her. She was scared out of her mind; her eyes were red and teary.

“I’m so sorry. I-I-I’m so sorry.” I almost fell out of consciousness when I had realized what I had done.

She stood up, took my shoulders, and pushed me into her chest. Sobs came out of my mouth involuntarily, she shushed me, soothing my back. I clinged to her, hoping she would forgive me anytime soon. “I’m so sor- “

“It’s okay, love. It’s okay. It wasn’t you.” She pulled my head from her shoulder and made me look at her. “They’ll go away.” I knew she knew that I had nightmares. I could face her gaze after almost killing her, but she forced me to look at her.

“I love you for all that you are, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, and that includes your past, present and future. Don’t hide from me, please.” I nodded, kissing her gently on the forehead.

“God, I don’t know what I would do without you, Y/N.” She smiled, kissing my knuckles lovingly.

“Don’t leave me, not like Steve did.”

“I will never, J. I promise.”

“Good thing that I don’t plan on leaving.”

John Murphy - Runaway

Warnings: Mention of blood, crazy!Jaha, panic attacks, claustrophobia, injuries, slight mention of depress!on and su!c!cal intentions

Words: 1.7k

“Tell me, which type of crazy isn’t enough for you?” I screamed at the delusional Jaha.

“Your promised land sucks!” John replied to Jaha.

Jaha may not have been the best chancellor on the Ark, but the least he could’ve done is being human. He threw Craig at the beast for bait, and now he expects us to follow his ass into the middle of nowhere? Hell no.

John was laying on the shore, holding his bleeding arm tight against him. I kept my gaze towards the flying thing in the sky. My gaze finally changed back to the poor teen laying by my side. I walked toward him, lowered myself to the ground and placed my hand on his, trying to get him to face me. As I did, he flinched at my touch. He looked at me as if he had never before; his blue eyes shone brighter than ever, his dry and dirty skin, plastered with blood.

I slowly took back his hand and took his arm. I looked into his eyes, making sure I didn’t give him more pain than he already was in. Watching him, being in pain, killed me. I know he; John Murphy wasn’t the kindest person on Earth, but he was still human.

[Flashback]

John Murphy.

We met on the Ark, in class, like normal teenagers would. When we had chemistry class, he would always pass me notes. He would write me a cheesy chemistry related pick-up line like «Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you're CuTe». It was a habit of him to flirt with girls all the time, but I was never the one to judge him. I was the shy, private girl that you would hang out in the cafeteria, because you’d need my notes for class. John was the first one to see through that shy image.

Once, I had forgotten my homework in study group, and he was kind enough to give it to me. He knocked on my station door while I was practicing my self defense skills, I opened up the door, looking rough and sweaty, he looked at me with his stupid smirk on his face.

“What do you want?” Looking at him, out of breath.

“Someone’s looking hot.” As he gave me his signature smug and charming effect.

“Thanks, Murphy. Can I help you with something?” He looked at me up and down, as I placed two fingers under his chin, tilting it up.

“You forgot your homework in class, so I wanted to give it to you.” He handed it to me, achieving an honest smile from him.

“Thank you, it’s very kind of you.” I responded, returning him his smile.

“I’ll see you then, Y/N.” “Yeah, see ya.” As we finished our conversation, I closed the door behind me, hiding the blush from my cheeks.

I held onto the door for few seconds, smiling widely.

“How is he so cute?” I thought to myself.

His wincing caught me awake.

“Sorry.” I wrapped the piece of cloth tight around his forearm. I offered him my hand, helping him up on his feet.

As he took my hand, I placed his arm around my shoulder, helping him get enough support.

I snapped my head toward John, but he was looking at something else. I carefully looked where his eyes were and found what he might’ve been staring at. A solar panel? Again?

He walked closer to it and I followed, holding him. I bent down and brushed a few leaves from it. It was in fact an intact solar panel. Just like the ones we saw in the dead zone.

We were both confused but realised that crazy Jaha might’ve been right. As Emori told John; “Go North, follow the light”, she might have given us a major clue to this whole trip.

“Do you hear that?” John asked, walking slowly through the woods.

“Hear what?”

He gave me a sign to follow him where he heard the noise. The noise, that I now heard, became clearer; it sounded like music. On the Ark and especially not on the ground, we didn’t have music except for random rhythms tapped on buckets. We saw a metallic door with sounds of the muffled music. John looked at me, the door and tried to force it open.

“John, it’s not gonna work.” I murmured loud enough for him to hear.

To my surprise, the door opened.

“Ye of little faith, smartass.” He dramatically spat at me. My eyes rolled far enough to the back of my head as he walked through the door.

The place was dark, but as I observed, the lights smoothly turned on. We both looked at each other, wondering what the hell was going on. John leaded the way, walking down the dark stairs, that led into an underground bunker. The place was warm and clean. It looked just like I imagined when I was a kid.

John practically ran towards the food and opened packets of dried food. He threw one at me, laughing in relief. I did the same, turned around and saw a remote. I clicked on one of the buttons, that opened a video. The music stopped and a man appeared on the flat screen. John took a seat from behind. There was a man, who talked about an A.L.I.E person. After a few minutes, he shot himself. We both stopped breathing, and heard the door close.

“No, no” John ran up the stairs, banged on the doors a few times. “We’re stuck here.”

He got down, walked right by me, and started taking heavy things to take down the door.

“John, stop. You’re gonna hurt yourself. Stop!” I screamed at him from afar.

After a few minutes, he stopped. I watched him slide down on the wall. As much as he acted tough guy around everyone, I knew he got claustrophobic.

[Flashback]

“I’m not letting you go into Skybox alone, okay?” I almost screamed at him, running away from the fire.

Both of us had reasons to hate Jaha; he had floated both of our parents for trying to save their kids. He deserved to feel the pain that we felt. We had both started a fire, in Jaha’s office, right before our curfew; some guard was somehow still awake and was now following us.

He tried to make me go away, so that he would take the blame, but I couldn’t. He was my friend and I’d be better in a cell; with the only family I have left. We turned and were now stuck into a dead end.

“Raise your hands, both of you.” We turned around and looked at the guard. We both got thrown in a cell.

We were in that cell for about a week, they didn’t open the door, just food and water. A day before the guards came, John had a panic attack. He started shaking, crying, and overthinking. After being locked up for so long, ideas started to pop up in his brain.

“John, you, okay?” I asked as he stood up, pacing nervously. He shook his head and tried to breathe.

“Huh, I really don’t like small spaces.” He responded, taking his head in his arms. I sat up, walking closer to him. I know you shouldn’t touch people when they’re having an attack, so I didn’t.

“Deep breaths, okay? Hey, look at me” He snapped his head. “In, and out. Good, one more. In, and out.” He took deep, but shaky breaths. “Do you want me to take your hand, or something?” I proposed him, softly. He nodded, slid down the wall. I reached down besides him and gently took his hand in mine.

The beginning of something more than a friendship.

“John, come down.” He stood up and walked back down the stairs. “We’re gonna get out of here.”

“And how do you know that, huh? How do you expect us to find a way out in this dead end?” He rolled at me, tears forming in his eyes. His breathing accelerated, taking his head in his hand. He kept mumbling a sentence; In, and out.

I used to help him breathe, on the Ark, whenever he was in shock. He sat besides me, keeping his eyes closed. I walked closer to him, crouching to his level. I slowly reached out for his hands, and took them in mine.

I was the only one who could touch him, and with that, he would be soft.

I looked into his furrowed expression, rubbing my thumb on his hand. “In, and out, John. It’ll be okay, we’re smart. You’re smart, so for now, let’s just be in the moment.” He raised his eyes, seeing the pain that has been bottling up for a while.

“Why do you like me?”

“Who says I like you?” I answered, seeing a glimpse of hope in his eyes.

“Come on, Y/N. I’m not that stupid. I’ve seen the way your cheeks blush whenever I’m near you. How you’re the only one who has ever believed in me, in my entire godamn life. I’ve also seen how the way you look at me; like I’m the most important person in your life.”

“John, after my parents got floated, I had no one. In class, I would study my ass off only to distract me of what was really happening. I was really close to giving up, but one day, you came up to me, and that was the first time that I didn’t want to give up on life. You gave me hope, John. And, you kept talking to me, like you knew I was in a bad state, thank you for that. And, yes. I do really like you, John. For all of the good that is in you.” I softly spoke to him, the words aching in my dry throat.

A tear escaped his eye, with a smile growing on his face. I wiped his tear, and placed my hand on his cheek. He leaned closer and placed a soft, yet passionate kiss on my lips. Even though we were covered in blood, dust, and sand; he still had his signature smell. He smelled like berries and warmth. He made me look at him, tilting his head down to reach mine.

“I’m glad you’re still here, love.” It makes me smile; I’ve never cracked an honest smile since we came down here. He placed a soft kiss on my nose.

“I like you too.”

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Anakin Skywalker: absolutely gorgeous

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John Murphy - Purple Sky

Warning: Pure fluff? Again, mostly inspired by the original script (6x01-Sanctum)

Words: 1.0k

“Looks like we found the water source.” Bellamy huffed out from behind. “Woah. Now, that's a view.” The suns, yes suns, we glowing up the sky with beautiful light.

The sky was filled with purple looking clouds, bright pink reflects in the water. It didn’t look like our previous planet; we could see the planet we were orbiting around from above. Everything was so beautiful; peaceful. “We camp here.”

“It looks like the suns are eclipsing.” Clarke remarked. We tilted our heads up, seeing the two bright lights uniting together.

“Murphy. Murphy, wait. We haven't tested it.” Jackson warned. I snapped my head as I heard John walking forward to the sea. He took off his gun from his shoulder, his sling along with it. I took a step forward, feeling a bolt of pain from watching him.

He said “yeah” a couple of times, completely ignoring Jackson.

“Your wounds haven't healed yet.” He took off his shirt, leaving it on the shore, before walking right into the water. He dipped right through the surface. After a few seconds, I had hoped he would come back to the surface; but he didn’t.

Oh god.

“John?” I raised my voice, stepping closer to the water.

Clarke felt the sudden urge of panic running through my veins. “Something’s wrong.” She called out to the others, still looking at the surface. Echo, Bellamy, Miller, Shaw, Jackson and Emori were all thinking in silence. I didn’t realize I had stopped breathing until John popped through the surface. I sigh came out of my mouth.

“Come on in. The water's fine.” He laughed, passing his hands in his damp hair. Emori and I let out a laugh, relieving the pressure from our minds.

“Who knew cockroaches could swim?” I happily replied to him. I dropped my heavy bag from my back, walking towards the shoreline.

“What, want me to teach you?” I never actually had learned how to swim; John had time to learn when he was tackled by a giant sea serpent with crazy Jaha.

He walked closer to me, taking my hands in his. “No. John, no.” He pulled me to the water, feeling the sudden cold but refreshing feeling of the water.

“Oh, you’re coming with me.” He grabbed my shoulders, closing the gap between us, getting my clothes wet. I looked up to the laughing boy; shook my head in amusement. Oh, you’re so on.

I pushed him down, landing right into the water. It splashed; damping my clothes all the way to my skin. He got up, shaking his hair into my face. I laughed, blocking my face from his 125 years old crusty hair.

“John! You are unbelievable, big trouble. Big trouble.” He took my waist and we both fell into the shallow water. I wiped the hair that got into my face, and took a deep breath. I was adoring everything.

Watching John enjoy this moment.

Seeing the others laugh to the cockroach’s actions.

Looking at the bright and clear sky.

Being alive, with my long-time lover.

I placed my hands around his shoulders, placing my hand higher in his hair, avoiding his neck.

Ever since he got strung up, I was the only one who could clean the wound but touching it was another thing. Once, I touched his neck, on accident, and he flinched, traumatized by Bellamy’s actions. I respected his boundaries and he respected mine.

He smiled widely, tilting his head back to deepen my hand in his hair. I chuckled loudly, placing my other hand on his cheek, touching his scars and healed cuts. He returned his gaze to look at me; the suns making his eyes lit up even more than usual.

“God. I love you, John.” We wouldn’t say those words in public, but it felt right in the moment. It felt just like him and I.

Us.

Alone.

Happy.

“And I love you even more, Y/N.” I sweetly closed the gap between us, meeting his lips for the first time in a hundred years. His lips tasted the same as I remembered; sweet berries and warmth. He deepened the kiss, tightening his hold on my waist, feeling his bony hands on my damp skin. I really had missed this.

“Isn’t she your sister, Echo?” Shaw questioned from afar.

“Can you blame her? We’ve all been sleeping for 125 years.” She replied, holding on to Bellamy.

“You know we can hear you right?” John responded to them, leaning his head by mine.

“Get over here, we need to set camp.” Clarke answered sharply, turning around.

I looked back to my lover, placing an army hand on my forehead, and waved it forward. He snorted, giving me another passionate kiss before walking back to the shore.

John got his pack, walked forward to the woods. “Forgetting something?” I held up his shirt in my hands. He walked back, almost taking it as I launched it behind my back.

“What are you, twelve?” I laughed, wrapping my arm around his torso. He held on to my waist, giving me a deep kiss, and taking his shirt back from my hand. “Thank you.” He said, almost in a singing voice.

“Come on.” I helped him put his shirt and his sling back up.

“Lead the way, my love.”

We both headed off to the woods, taking chopped wood and twig to create a fire.

The light went out and we both watched it. I was laying in between his legs, my back pressed his chest, he laced his arm with mine and kept his face close to mine.

The most peaceful night in a long time.