#'i brought you into this world and i'll be damned if i don't take responsibility for that the entire way'
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What are your headcanons about Marcille's mom if you have any? It's interesting that what drew Donato to her was cause she lived the history he studied, or that was said somewhere at least. She must've had an interesting life.
so this was going to be just a normal answer but then I realized I have a Lot of Things To Say. so here goes, a compilation of what we know for a fact from the canon, what I've extrapolated from the visual cues and details, and my theories based on all of that.
Things we know for a fact about Marcille's mother because they were explicitly stated in the manga and supplemental materials:
She was a court mage for a Tall-man kingdom at the southern part of the Northern Continent
Donato, a court historian, fell in love with her because she had lived through the history he was studying, and he courted her for 17 years (age 15 to 32) before getting married
She was a cheerful person who rarely showed extreme emotion and took things as they came
She always cooked a huge meal for Marcille on her birthdays
She remarried a gnome after Donato's death and a short distance away from Marcille's childhood home
Pipi, Marcille's pet bird, was actually older than Marcille and originally belonged to her mother (bird died at 62)
She was extremely heartbroken when Donato died and ultimately ended up instilling a deep fear of mortality in Marcille with her words
the only time she showed extreme emotion in front of her family was when Donato could no longer eat his favourite dish near the end of his life.
She scolded Marcille for being cruel to ants (implying she can have a stern side when needed)
Things that are explicitly shown but mostly through visual cues
She has a very distinctive style of dress always involving a ribbon choker (mirroring Marcille's habit of always wearing a matching choker with any of her outfits that don't cover her neck)
She was almost stereotypically good at housekeeping and traditionally "wifely" things (very frequently depicted wearing an apron or doing some domestic chore when not at work, seems to have been an avid cook).
She knits? (also, note the affectionate smile as she's looking at Donato and Marcille reading a book together in the full panel)
She was as excited for Marcille's milestones as Donato was.
She didn't tell Marcille much about elven food
(there are a couple things that this panel in particular implies:
She lived a good deal of her life (if not being born and raised) in a mainly elven country in the West, implied by her knowing enough of an elven region's cuisine to prefer Tall-man food over it
seems to have a pretty carefree and casual demeanour overall, if this is how she replied to Marcille asking her about it (sounds like she never gave her culinary preferences that much thought to begin with)
slightly related to number 2, it seems like she and Marcille had a fairly casual parent-child dynamic (especially in comparison to the Toudens' memory of their father)
(local elf tastes Italian food once and never goes back))
However, she seems a lot more... serious in most of the other times we see her? Almost like the very stereotypical archetype of a graceful elf.
Subsequent conclusions about her personality:
Usually pretty carefree and cheerful at home, has been a loving and attentive parent throughout Marcille's childhood (while not being so doting that she didn't discipline Marcille).
Slightly more conjectural theories on her personality:
Had a much more graceful and professional personality at work, which would explain the more serious portraits we see of her.
Given that both she and Donato had positions at the royal court, it seems a little odd that she'd go out of her way to do all the housework herself, so maybe she just enjoyed doing it?
Now taping all the evidence together and toeing the line between analysis and fanfiction:
It's clear that she loved Donato very much and was utterly devastated by losing him. But there's one thing that really stuck out to me in what little we see of her:
Doesn't she seem... angry? The way she's gritting her teeth, clutching the tablecloth, and how this is the first and only time we see her eyes opened that wide. In the following panel, you see her being quiet and dejected after her initial outburst. She's still crying very intensely, but her brows are furrowed, and she's not really responding to Donato's affection in her body language.
We're not told the details of how she felt about losing Donato other than that it upset her. But this, to me, implies that she was angry and resented that he was aging, that the end of his life was approaching. An "it's not fair" type of preemptive grief. And if this was the first and last time she cried like this in front of her family, she was either very good at coping in private... or very bad at letting herself feel unpleasant emotions until they become unavoidable and end up overwhelming her.
It's not too remarkable a detail on the surface. It's even reminiscent of what the audience has seen of Marcille. But... when it comes to the big picture, you'd think an elf who voluntarily chose to marry a tall-man and have a half-elf child would have been better prepared for this.
It kind of recontextualizes her cheerfulness to me.
"I'm sure everything's gonna be okay!" (or some variation thereof, depending on what translation you have).
And this is stated to contrast her extreme grief when finally confronting Donato's failing body and eventual death. But I'm wondering if... maybe this optimism was why she was so upset. What if she went into all of it thinking "everything's gonna be okay"? What if she was a little young by elven standards, and just followed her heart thinking that her own resilience would get her through anything?
Of course, only to get completely overwhelmed when she actually loses Donato. She turns into a completely different person. And that's heartbreaking on its own-- but what the audience sees is the effect it had on Marcille. Can you imagine being her, watching your invincible and upbeat mother suddenly lose all the light in her eyes in one go?
I've already made a huge post about how I think Marcille models her "work persona" off her mother, but another thing that stuck with me as I was looking for more details in the manga was this:
copy pasting from the other post i made about it lmao it's like... the second she resigns herself to lifelong pain and terror, there's another portrait of her mother facing her like this. with their heads bowed, in mirrored body language of resignation and despair and sorrow. Except it's posed like Marcille is still looking at her mother but her mother is looking away.
It took me a second to realize, but I think that it's a visual metaphor for the fact that Marcille's mother was the only long-lived role model she had-- and she failed to model healthy grief for her daughter. I don't say this as an accusation or to disparage her as a character, but just as a matter of fact. In her, Marcille was seeing herself older and losing a short-lived spouse or loved one of her own, and all she saw was hopelessness.
But her mother didn't mean to instill hopelessness and terror in her. She wasn't really thinking of how it would truly affect Marcille at all (at least, that's how I'm interpreting her looking down and away from Marcille in the metaphor), she was just sad. And she, in her own way, was trying to protect her daughter and help her prepare for future losses.
What she meant was "loss is inevitable, and you have to learn how to be in pain but live on anyway." What Marcille heard was "loss is inevitable, and you will be scared and hurt for the rest of your life."
Again. Marcille's mother doesn't feature explicitly in the story the way her father does -- but in so many ways, her shadow, her silhouette, her reflection is always hanging over Marcille.
All that to say... headcanon-wise (everything from here on is 100% without evidence lmao), I'd like to think that she matured and realized that she failed Marcille. I imagine her being regretful about it, wanting a chance to fix it but never finding a way to insert herself back into Marcille's life when Marcille is so so so busy becoming the most accomplished mage possible. I imagine her being herself again, now, so many years after her loss and after remarrying -- but with her cheerfulness tempered with a lot more wisdom and the pain of having gone through loss like that. I think the second Marcille actually tells her what happened in the dungeon, she'd want to go running to her daughter again -- if Marcille tells her the full truth instead of just being embarrassed she let things get that far. (oh, the tragedy of her wanting to be more like her mother and an accomplished adult who doesn't need to be babied... being embarrassed to actually tell her mother how much she fucked up...)
There's also the tension of her having remarried -- I know that there's at least a little bit of resentment that Marcille harbours about that, because she's childish like that at heart even if she makes an effort not to externalize it. I think that her mother would be aware of that, potentially adding to her sense of guilt and apprehension at trying to reappear/intrude on Marcille's life. I honestly don't think Marcille has met her stepfather -- or even considers him a stepfather rather than "mama's new husband" and kind of a total stranger. I think she and her mother actively don't talk about it in their correspondence, like an elephant in the room.
but, ultimately, I think her mother is on her side no matter what. Ancient magic? Dark necromancy? Sure, she'll feel guilty and like she was partially responsible for setting Marcille down such a painful path, but she wouldn't care. that's her daughter!! she would've moved back west and been petitioning for her at the court, buying a house right next to the Canaries barracks and visiting her every day that she wasn't on a mission. And if her husband had opinions on Marcille becoming a "dark arts user," he either gets over it or it's divorce with him. Yes, she might have had her optimism completely humbled by losing Donato like that -- but she's still headstrong and self-assured and she doesn't care what people think of her. It's her way or the highway and she's always going to be in Marcille's corner.
(She also needs a name lol. I went with Juno, just to be cute about "Marcille"s closest real life equivalent being Marcella, which is the female version of Marcellus, which in turn is a diminutive of Marcus, which was derived from Mars. Absolutely in love with Marcille potentially being named after Ares/Mars the fucking god of war btw)
#asks#she could easily be interpreted as distant or neglectful after Donato's death too#with how little involvement she has in Marcille's life/the fact that Marcille doesn't even mention her when talking about her life prospect#and that's fair! I will argue to hell and back that she was a loving parent when Donato was alive#but there's nothing that suggests she remained a loving parent afterwards#I just think that like... parental relationships are so complicated in dungeon meshi#you cannot deny that the toudens' mother loved them dearly but that she failed them both miserably as a parent#and i think it'd be more compelling if Marcille's mother was a little like that too#not a totally and easily dismissable deadbeat#but someone who truly loves her daughter but was only human herself and couldn't be what Marcille needed at a crucial moment#and regrets it deeply#and that the distance between them is mutually self-imposed by complicated feelings of guilt and fear#and a little resentment from Marcille's side that she hasn't really properly processed#I don't know if I'll ever get around to writing it but i had this idea where Marcille does finally spill the beans to her mom and she just#immediately arrives in Melini#and its awkward for a bit but they do finally have a heart to heart and air it all out#and marcille starts freaking out that her marriage is rocky rn bc her new husband wants her to distance herself from marcille#on account of the crimes and all#marcille's like no you can't blow up your marriage for me and her mother just shuts that shit down#'you didn't choose to be born. i was the one who made that choice for you'#'i brought you into this world and i'll be damned if i don't take responsibility for that the entire way'#'you are entitled to *nothing less* than my unconditional love.'#and obviously that's not a sentiment that's exactly healthy as a universal statement about parenthood#but i think its what her mother would believe and what marcille needs to hear#and dungeon meshi does such a fantastic job at just... letting imperfect things just *be* without having to justify it immediately#it expects the audience to do their own critical thinking#and know that its not trying to make sweeping universal statements in every instance#marcilleposting#marcille donato
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Summary: You get a call from Sam asking to help him and Bucky find the Super Soldiers, and get Zemo out of prison. You're still not done with your mission, but the former Winter Soldier doesn't like the idea of you around. This is mostly based on episode 4 of the show, "The Whole World is Watching". I wanted to write something light but you can request a smut.
Warning: Angst, mentions of The Winter Soldier, fluff | Word count: 4k
Pairing: Bucky x f!reader
A loud thud echoed through the loft as Zemo hit his back against the hard floor. You stomped your foot on his chest and heard him grunt against gritted teeth.
"I'm in this case as well. You're just a rat who got lucky from getting out of a cell" You spat out. Both Sam and Bucky trying hard not to snort.
The baron still kept his gaze at you, holding your foot so tight you almost stumbled. He got up on his foot and wrapped a hand around your bicep.
"Leaving you to turn on me once we get to Karli. Hmm. I prefer to keep my leverage. I can't trust you" He locked his eyes on yours and squeezed his fingers on your skin.
You let out a dry scoff. They should've let him die in that prison. Behind your back, Sam was about to step in. Zemo had shifted his demeanor to a cold look. "You let them do it. Stay out of it".
"And who are you to say shit about what I should or should not do?" Raising your voice, he didn't flinch.
The man pointed a finger at you as a warning, still holding his damn tea cup. Only a slight second later, Bucky shattered the glass against the wall and pulled him by his collar.
"You wanna see what someone can do with leverage?" The soldier asked him. He tightened his metal wrist and you could see his shoulder grow wide.
Sam stood next to him, resting a hand on his forearm. "Take it easy. Don’t engage him. He’s just gonna extort you and do that stupid head tilt thing".
Bucky still had him in his grip. Zemo didn't hold any expression, otherwise. It was infuriating. "You want some cherry blossom tea?"
You watched as the taller man twisted his collar. "You fucking touch her again, I'll break your neck". He shoved the baron backward and left the living room.
You were surprised, to say the least. Bucky was annoyed you were on this mission with them. He thought you were actually missing a few points and messing with their plan.
But much to his dismay, Sam agreed to have you on board and didn't complain about your work. Said his partner was just being grumpy.
The former Winter Soldier was leaning against the countertop, his hands gripping tightly against the edge. You offered a glass of water, which he denied.
The Falcon was somewhere else making a call, which left you alone with an irritated soldier and a trash bag of an ex-prisoner.
"Don't let him get through your head" You whispered, standing close to Bucky. He didn't look back at you. "It's what he likes to do. Ever since the last time you engaged".
He gulped harshly, it was back when he was being accused of planning a bombing in Vienna. And then, when he was held hostage in Germany, where Zemo broke him and brought Winter Soldier back.
"I don't like him either. But it's easier if we just ignore" You tried to humor him, but he still wasn't in the mood for interaction.
"Would that work if I ignored you as well?" Bucky lifted his eyes to meet yours. He had a stupid faux grin on his face.
As soon as he didn't get a response, he walked past you and made his way back to follow Sam, leaving you alone with Zemo.
~~
You're all gathered around as The Falcon goes through the plan again. Refusing to tag along with Zemo, you had to agree and make Bucky company.
They tracked Karli Morgenthau to a memorial service. But John Walker and his partner figured out the exact same plan. All you wanted to do was get all the serum back.
That is, if you didn't run into the shittiest Captain America while you and Bucky walked up the alley. You could literally hear him tightening his fists, his metal arm already functioning.
"Ah! How’d you find us now?" The soldier carried an unamused tone in his voice. You watched as John and his partner got closer to you both.
"You think two Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?" He wasn't wrong, but you knew Bucky was past that now.
The Captain motioned his head towards you, measuring you from head to toe. "New Avenger?"
You snorted out loud and cracked a laugh. Your stomach was starting to cramp and the soldier next to you watched as John held a confused look.
"She's just a partner" He shrugged. "Sam asked for her help".
"Yeah, but not just a partner. So you better not step foot on our plans" Bucky knows how much of a menace you are.
He can't disagree with the fact that you can actually start a fight with the wrong people and not fear them.
John snorted and you narrowed your eyes at him. "Yeah, right. You wanna meet Karli, there will be civilians there. There's a high risk of casualties".
"No one's asking for your opinion, Cap. Sam is gonna talk to her and reason her" You tried to face him, but his demeanor didn't go down on you.
"She blew up a fucking building with people in it. If he's in there alone with a Super Soldier, he's getting himself killed".
Bucky rolled his eyes. "He's dealt with worse".
You were waiting inside the building while Sam tried to convince Karli. John couldn't stop pacing back and forth, even Zemo seemed annoyed already.
He started complaining about how dangerous it was, but the soldier next to you made sure it hadn't even been ten minutes yet.
Already done with his bullshit, you shifted on your foot. Bucky looked at you from the corner of his eyes. You weren't supposed to be there in the first place. He knows you're highly qualified and if shit went down you'd protect yourself.
And even though he's still pissed you're there, he can't wrap his head around the fact that this could be really dangerous for you.
John almost towered over Bucky, he was deadpanning at the Captain. "This is all really easy for you, isn’t it? All that serum runnin’ through your veins".
"Barnes, your partner needs backup in there. Do you really want his blood on your hands?" He tried getting into his head, but the man next to you did nothing but chuckle.
"You really don't know Sam, do you?" You chimed in and watched as John narrowed his eyes at you. "You come in here parading this new shield which, by the way, doesn't fucking belong to you and you want to dictate shit?"
By this point, he really wishes he could hit a woman. Bucky notices how John moves his body and tries to face you, but he doesn't let him.
"You better keep your distance" He warned the Captain, who took a few steps back and raised his hands in surrender.
John didn't wait five more minutes and decided to intervene in their conversation. Karli was fast enough and knocked them down before running away. You couldn't find her in the maze, but Zemo made sure to destroy the serums she had. Or he thought so.
~~
Back in the loft, the German man was lying on the couch with a soft fabric covering his eyes. He was talking about how Super Soldiers weren't allowed to exist.
In gets Bucky as he sighs before taking his jacket off. You couldn't take your eyes off his firm body, his strong arms, and perfectly shaped abs.
You were sitting opposite to him as he was on his back, just staring at his entire body. He poured a glass of whiskey before speaking up about his suspicions about John.
"Well, I know a crazy when I see one. Because I am crazy" He says as he rests his lips on the rim of the glass.
"Good thing you recognize that" You let out a laugh, and he snaps his eyes at you.
Bucky rolls his eyes and speaks through the glass. "You should have a look in the mirror".
You're taken aback by his response and open your mouth, ready for retaliation, but he speaks up again. "Shouldn't have given him the shield".
Sam stood next to him and pointed a finger, but you defended him. "He didn't give it".
You're sitting on the couch with your arms crossed against your chest. The former Winter Soldier walks toward you before crouching in front of you.
"Steve definitely didn't. And you're past the point of giving an opinion here. I said this mission wasn't for you".
He was too annoyed today, that's for sure. But that didn't give him the right to be a brat with you all the time. And you should ignore him, but the bickering gets him all the time.
You lift your torso and fill the gap between your faces. His brows are furrowed. "You don't get to say what I should or should not do".
The staring lingers for a while until the new captain barges into the loft asking for you all to turn Zemo over.
"Shield or no shield, the only thing you’re runnin’ in here is your mouth. Now, I had Karli and you overstepped. He’s actually proven himself useful today" Sam walks over to him.
John tries to tease your friend before the Wakandans enter the loft. They peacefully ask to turn Zemo as well, but a fight bursts in the room.
You run towards the corner of the room behind a pillar, while the wakandan knocks the captain and his friend down. The other three men are standing there, watching him get beat up with amused looks on their faces.
"Looking strong, John" Bucky teases and you snort loudly. He snaps his head your way and grins.
The soldier tries reasoning with Ayo, but she pulls herself away from him and continues to fight against John and his partner. Both him and Sam are too busy to notice that Zemo is trying to get away.
You run after him and hold the door knobs before he can lock himself. "Where the hell you think you're going?"
"Let go, or I'll shoot you" He warns, but you paid no mind. Only then, he gripped his gun quickly before shoving you backward, locking himself.
You looked over your shoulders and watched as Bucky was kneeling on the floor, grabbing his metal arm.
"Shit" You mutter and rush to him. "Everything okay?"
He carried a different look for a slight second, almost vulnerable. He reattached his arm back. Bucky looked at you and nodded. You grabbed his limb and carefully inspected it.
"Did you know they could do that?" He was still glancing down at you. His blue eyes were soft and light. He shook his head and clanked his arm.
Later on, Zemo was still nowhere near to be found, while Sam and Bucky were pissed they missed him.
"How could you not hold him back?" Your friend was messaging a few people he knew might know about him.
"I tried. He pointed a fucking gun to my head" You snapped.
The other man sat next to you on the stool by the countertop. He let out a sharp inhale. "Was it even loaded? He could've just tricked you".
"How the fuck would I know?" Your face was millimeters away from his once again. Your breath was fanning his face and you watched as he tightened his jaw.
"Know why I hate this fucking plan? Because you had one job today and you couldn't even do it" You closed your fists and clicked your jaw at his words.
"As much as I know Sam would bow down to you and say you're a great partner. I beg to differ" He got from his seat and walked with his heavy boots against the floor toward the couch.
Your voice cut through the air with bitterness and you immediately regretted it. "Sometimes you're no different from the Winter Soldier".
He stopped his tracks and spun around. Quickly, Bucky captured your face with his metal hand and squeezed your cheeks, making you pout.
"What the fuck did you just say?" His forehead was brushing yours and you could see rage in his eyes.
"Let go of her. She's just disappointed" Sam gave you a cold look before handling his partner. He grabbed Bucky by the shoulder before the man shoved your face.
You were sitting alone in the loft during the night, trying to book a flight home. Obviously, your plan to help with the mission became a disaster, nonetheless, from the beginning you knew Bucky didn't agree on this.
He thought you couldn't keep up with the plan and he was right. You were making things worse at this point. You wanted to help them, you tracked the Super Soldiers and you helped with Zemo, but that was just it.
Now you're debating whether you should just go without warning or not. Sam is going to be pissed at the end of it. He knows you're better than that, and after what you told Bucky there's no way you can face him again.
Your friend watched you from the corner of the hallway. He knows you're hurting from what happened, you wouldn't snap like that if his partner didn't push you. Sam talked to him, but he was too angry to actually forgive you.
He didn't blame him either.
"Hey, you going to sleep or what?" Sam asked as soon as he dropped his weight on the couch next to you. He peeked through your screen and saw it. "Woah, you're not leaving right? This isn't over. I still need you. We need to find Zemo".
"You can do that without me. You did it before. Besides, he's out there because of me. And Bucky is tired of my face".
He closed your laptop, and you glanced at him. "I can do it, but I don't want to. S'why I reached out to you. And we're gonna find him, he needs us too".
"And Bucky... I think it's just his sexual frustration talking" He laughed as you gasped at his words.
"Sam, what the fuck?"
"Dude doesn't even go on dates, he's probably nervous having a woman around. He's always been grumpy, I think it's in his nature. He'll come around at some point" He grinned at you.
"That's not my problem. He keeps pushing me, I'll fight back" You didn't need to look at him to see he was definitely enjoying the playfulness.
"You guys should just have sex. This is so annoying" Sam grabbed his phone as you choked on your own spit.
"For the love of God, drop this conversation before I snap at you too".
He handed the phone to you, saying Karli was threatening his sister and his nephews. She wants to find him, alone.
He has other plans, of course. But you can't even think about accepting the idea before Bucky gets to talk.
"He doesn't need to know. I'll go with him, you meet us there".
~~
You watched as he and Bucky fought the Super Soldiers along with John and his partner. They were beating each other up relentlessly.
One of them pulled a pocket knife and tried stabbing Bucky and you gasped. He shielded himself, dropping the object close to their face.
He had a snapped cut on his nose, and his jaw was split up. His knuckles were bloody red. Sam was in better shape than his friend, though.
You were shocked when you saw John's partner sitting unconscious on the floor. The captain rushed to him, too desperate to make any sense.
You pulled Bucky and Sam away and ran out of the building. "We gotta get the hell out of here now. He's gonna kill the kid" Your hands were shaking, and you almost tripped on your foot.
"Hey, woah. What are you doing here?" Bucky stopped in his tracks, looking back.
"Let's argue later, dipshit" Sam shouted at the soldier as you kept running.
In the loft, you asked Bucky to sit on the stool as you worked on his injuries. Starting on his nose, he hissed at the contact with the wet cloth.
"Keep steady, crybaby" You whispered and he looked up at you.
You cleaned the dried blood from his face and managed to apply some saline solution. The entire time, he kept his gaze on you. He noticed how focused you were on his injuries and how gently you managed it.
He held his hands up as you cleaned up his knuckles. They were red from all the punching, and it surprised you how he was still human besides the serum.
You squeeze his hands lightly, too embarrassed to look back at him before apologizing. "I'm really sorry about yesterday. It was a really shitty thing to say, and you don't deserve it. I was an asshole".
Bucky trailed his eyes to scan your face. He had a peaceful look. "I shouldn't have pushed you either. I was just annoyed Sam brought someone up to this mess".
"I accepted it. There's no right or wrong, I wanted to help". You were both still brushing your fingertips against each other.
"You're not bad after all" He mused and you chuckled. "I just- I don't think I can keep losing people".
You saw his raw personality right in front of you. That man who kept his serious and defensive demeanor was showing his true self. It was hard to miss it.
Your hand grasped his jawline, carefully rubbing his skin. He almost faltered. "That won't happen. I got two Avengers to protect me".
He snorted, showing his teeth when he laughed. "Should've seen that coming".
"And more than anyone else, you deserve that happiness. You just need to stop lying about your nightmares".
"How do you-" He was about to ask and you tilt your head.
"Sam and I talk. I know it's hard to erase the past. But you're James again, you're you" Your other hand is still holding him tightly.
Bucky refuses to look at you for a moment. And when he does, his eyes are glassy. "It means I remember. It means a part of me is still there. Which means a part of the Winter Soldier’s still in me".
You smack your lips. "You need to stop thinking you're making amends. You need to give them closure, be of service for them. Stop thinking like you still owe them just an apology".
He drops his head and bites his lip. You hold his chin up and force him to look at you. "You're not that guy anymore".
You were about to get closer for the hundredth time. Maybe close the gap between you and pull him in for a kiss. Not because you feel bad for him, for his past. But because you feel warmth when you're close to him.
You feel like he could hold the world above your head and fight for you.
That was when his phone started ringing. John killed that kid out of revenge.
~~
You finally meet Sam's sister, Sarah, after he invites you and Bucky home to help him fix his boat. A lot of their neighbors are also helping. There's a gathering with food and drinks by the lake, and every kid is excited to see the soldier. They're all lining up to hang up on his metal arm.
You're watching in the distance as he and Sarah chat about something, while two kids hang themselves on his limb. He seems lighter, happy even.
He has a different look on his face. Especially after Sam finally decided to become who he was supposed to be.
Bucky walks toward you holding two cans of beer in his hand. "You want one?"
He holds one out for you, and you accept it.
"The kids love you, you know?" You speak after sipping on your drink.
"What can I say? I'm pretty charming" He leans against the wall next to you, watching as the sun sets. There's a hue of orange in the sky.
"They only like you because of your arm. Don't get too cocky" You shove him by the arm playfully and he holds your hand for leverage.
Bucky pulls you closer to his body, his chest is heaving against yours. He's taller, so he has to look down at you.
"So you don't think I'm charming?" His words are too soft, but his grip on your waist is almost tight.
"I didn't say that" You smirk and he uses his other hand to rub the pad of his thumb on your lower lip.
The moment you felt his skin against yours, it felt like everything slowed down. Even though he was desperate to finally give you the kiss he'd been wishing for, it was obvious he was too nervous.
Sam's words lingered in your head. He was definitely in need of dates and he refused to accept it. Whatever changed his mind made you realize he had a soft spot for you.
That's what made you take the first step. You finally closed the distance and crashed your lips against his. It tasted like beer. The tiniest movement of your tongue had him groaning in the back of his throat and it almost made you smile.
He slid his tongue against yours and tilted his head for better access. He wished he wasn't holding a beer right now because all he wanted to do was cradle your face and pull you in for a deeper kiss.
Your arms wrapped around his neck and Bucky faltered as you grasped his lip between your teeth. Both tongues were fighting for dominance and you shivered.
The fresh taste of beer in your mouth made his heart flutter inside his chest. His heart was racing and pounding against his ribcage and he felt like the air got knocked out of his lungs.
You both had to pull out for air, his hand not leaving your body for a second. Resting your forehead against his, you watched as he kept his eyes closed.
"I'm glad you're happier now. I can see it right through you"
"Someone gave me a nudge. And Sam is a great friend, much to my disappointment" He joked, giving your lips a chaste peck.
"He said some pretty nasty things about you the other day" You laughed as he displayed a surprised look on his face.
"Oh, he's a dead man".
"Hmm, he might be right" You sipped on your beer, watching as Bucky placed a hand on his hip.
"What was it about?" The soldier mirrored you with his beer.
Getting closer to his face, you spoke against his lips. Voice low and teasing "You'll have to find out".
You gasped as he pulled you harder against his body and kissed you again. This time, it had a different impact, he was rough and needy.
A growth beneath you brushed against your body, and you chuckled between the kiss. Bucky had to pull away from you. He lowered his head and shook it.
"I might know what he meant" He barely had time to laugh as you pulled him in for another kiss.
You didn't even have time to tell Sam goodbye. Next thing you know, you were both in his hotel room, filling the air with a lot of passion and moaning.
You woke up the next day with a weight on you. His metal arm was spread above your body.
Jesus, they needed to get blackout curtains in the bedrooms. You slightly opened one of your eyes and peeked through your lashes as you saw Bucky peacefully sleeping close to you.
A smile escaped from your lips at the thought of the previous night.
Happiness crossed your mind when you cradled his face and traced his jawline. He was definitely happy. And hopefully, soon, the nightmares would go away.
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scars to your beautiful - matt sturniolo
summary - When Matt has a sinking feeling about y/n, he takes matters into his own hands to make sure she is okay.
warnings - discussions of self harm, eating disorders, body image (no super graphic details)
a/n - this is based off of some of my own experiences and mental health issues. there will be no graphic imagery or details, but please do not read or interact if this will be a trigger for you.
Matt's POV
I had been asking our friend y/n to hang out with us for weeks now, and in that time my brothers and I had only seen her a handful of times. This was extremely out of character for the bubbly, out going girl that we knew. I had brought this up with Chris and Nick, but they figured that she just needed some space. While that may be true, I still had a bad feeling about y/n that I couldn't shake. I finally decided to call her.
Y/n's POV
I had been holed up in my room for the past few weeks, just idly scrolling through pictures of skinny, beautiful girls on Instagram. I had hit an all time low. Baggy clothes covered my shrinking frame and my red striped arms. It had been days since I had something proper to eat, and my body was feeling the effects. Even though I was so dizzy I could barely stand up, I repeated the mantra in my head. Beauty is pain, beauty is pain. And I would do anything to be pretty. I was past the point of feeling sadness. I was completely devoid of feelings, numb to the world, including my best friends. I knew they were probably worried about me, but I didn't care. I was too focused on the pictures and the razors. In the darkness, my phone screen lit up with Matt's contact.
A facetime call, dammit. I couldn't let Matt see me like this, so ignored the call and just let it ring, not worried about the possible consequences.
y/n, i'm worried about you. please call me. 7:45pm
I stared at the screen, my fingers frozen. Guilt washes over me as I realized how worried Matt was. More thoughts come flooding in.
You have to be pretty for Matt
He'll never like you if you look like that
I toss my phone aside not noticing my new notification, mind made up about what I was going to do next as I walk to my bathroom.
if you don't answer me, im coming over 7:57pm
alright, im coming over. be there in 5 8:00pm
Matt's POV
"Damn it!" I say out loud after there is no answer. I sent her a text, hoping she would call me back. When she didn't respond, I sent a few more messages, silently begging her to respond. Still nothing. My stomach was in knots as I walked out of my room to the living room where Nick and Chris were watching a movie.
"I'm going to y/n's place. Something's wrong, I know it." I say in a panic.
"Woah, Matt, hold on. Did you try calling her?" Nick asks me.
"Yeah, and I sent her texts and shes not responding. It's not like her, Nick."
"Do you want us to come with?" Chris asks me.
"No, I think it's better if I just go," I say, grabbing my keys. "I don't know when I'll be back but I'll let you know."
The drive to y/n's apartment is short as she only lives a few blocks away from our place. I find her spare key from my keychain and unlock the door.
"Y/n?" I yell, with no response.
Wasting no time, I walk towards her bedroom. The room was dark, only illuminated by the light from the bathroom creeping under the door. As I get closer to the door, I could hear faint crying. I say her name again, knocking softly on the door.
"Y/n, its Matt. I'm coming in."
Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I opened the bathroom door. She was sitting on the floor, back against the wall with a sharp object in her hand. I took in the red on her arms, the arms that looked smaller than I remembered, and the pill bottle in her other hand. Her eyes were dark and sunken in, she looked so sick and fragile.
Where do I even start? I thought.
Y/n's POV
I had no idea anybody was even here until the bathroom door opened, and I saw Matt standing there. His face was filled with worry as he took everything in. I burst into tears, finally feeling everything at once. Without saying anything, he moved to sit down on the floor next to me, pulling me into his chest. I breathed in the scent of his cologne as I tried to match his breathing, watching the rise and fall of his chest.
"Y/n, I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner. I had no idea..."
"You weren't supposed to know, Matt!" I sob. He lets me cry into his arms for a few more minutes before speaking again.
"Y/n, you need to tell me what's going on. Have you been eating?" he says gently but sternly.
I buried my face in my hands. "Matt, I can't tell you!"
"You know you can tell me anything, y/n. Talk to me, please." he pleads.
I broke down and told him everything.
"I don't know what to do, Matt! I can't stop. It just feels so right!"
"But why, y/n? Why did this start, did something happen?" He looks into my eyes.
"I just want to be pretty for you, Matt!" I sob.
He pauses. "For me? Y/n, I've always thought you were the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on. You shouldn't change yourself for anyone, especially not for me."
"Can you help me Matt? Like, help me get better?" I ask him genuinely.
"Of course, y/n I will always be here for you." he says. "I want to get you cleaned up, do you have a first aid kit anywhere?"
"There should be one in that drawer." I point with a sniffle.
I watch as Matt gently cleans and bandages my wounds. As he finished up, I grabbed his hand.
"Matt?"
"Hm?"
"I - I love you." I stutter out.
His lips form a smile. "I love you too, y/n. So much."
We both lean in for a quick but passionate kiss, not wanting to go overboard in this moment.
"Can we go to bed?" I ask him.
"Of course, let me text Nick and Chris so they don't worry."
He sends a quick text to his brothers saying he's spending the night at my place, and then helps me up off the ground, carrying me to my bed. He slides his hoodie and shirt off before climbing under the covers with me. I lay my head on his chest, feeling the soft rise and fall of his breathing. He must have sensed my anxiety.
"Hey, it's all gonna be okay. Nothing bad is going to happen between you and I, I promise it's all for the better. Just go to sleep, and we can talk in the morning." He places a gentle kiss on my head.
God, it's like he can read my mind I thought to myself. I trusted his words, and for the first time in a long time, I finally felt safe.
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Breakdown [Isekai!Reader + (Legend x Marin)] (Part 3)
Everything has a price, and you're about to be reminded of that.
The indulgence is real.
Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
Masterlist
TW: Choosing not to display warnings. Read at your own discretion.
Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.
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Nothing in life is free. Money, time, sweat, blood, tears, everything costs something. Equivalent exchange, as it were, though the rates of such things are not for mortals to decide.
Sitting across from Time, propped upright only by the assistance of multiple pillows at your back and neck, you were learning the cost of bringing a dream to life.
Fat. Skin. Flesh.
Looking down at the hands folded on your lap, it didn't seem real. They didn't look like your hands. Just days ago, you were hale and healthy. Fit even, after having spent months traveling with an enforced all natural diet.
But now, stripped of fat and flesh, patches of new and raw skin healing in discolored stripes, the weight of the consequences was coming down on your thin (too thin) shoulders. Looking into Time's eye, you could see the veiled grief, the quiet acknowledgement of loss.
You didn't like it. He didn't deserve to shoulder this burden you'd brought into the world. It wasn't his to bear and he damned well wasn't going to take responsibility where it isn't due.
You needed him to let you see Marin. But for that to happen, he needed to feel secure in your soundness of will. He needed to understand that just because you took responsibility for your actions, did not make you a damned martyr. You weren't them. You weren't his boys.
You weren't him. And Marin was not his problem. The ramifications of her existence was yours.
"I'd do it again." You said, keeping eye contact with the man, willing him to hear, to see, the conviction in every part of you. "This is not your burden, Time. I made a choice, fully understanding that I did not know the cost. And I stand by it."
You wanted to grab his shoulders. To shake the sorrows of loss and heroism from his silent gaze. To take that great weight from his shoulders. A weight he seemed so willing to grow with each lash of the heart, like the god-damned self-sacrificing idiot he was made to be.
This world should have let him retire when he put that sword back to the stone. He'd already paid his dues. Twice over. Thrice. They all had. These selfless, courageous boys without a thread of self-preservation between the lot of them.
They will take no more burdens upon themselves, if you can help it.
Time held your gaze, seemingly unmoved but for the gradual easing of his shoulders. You pushed your advantage, sensing the weakening of his own resolve. "This was my choice. I made it willingly."
His eye shifted, searching for weakness in your own resolve. You were tempted to straighten your back and feign strength you didn't possess, but decided against it. This was not the time for false bravo.
But still, you refused to give an inch. "I don't regret it."
"You may never walk again." Time said mildly, trying to get a rise from you with his blase tone. To pull forth resentment that did not exist. Marin was not deserving of your wrath for this, and the one's who were were well out of reach.
You'd simply have to accept that. One day.
"That will make traveling difficult. I apologize for the inconvenience. I'll do my best to recover quickly." You said back just as mildly.
His brow twitched at the blatant jab, but he kept his cool admirably. "See that you do." He tilted his head, still searching. Prepared to push even more. "The others would be very upset if you had to stay behind."
"But not you?" You countered, redirecting the implications behind his words.
He didn't bite. "Wind misses you."
It was a low blow, and you were sure the unimpressed blink you leveled at the man was evident enough of your judgement. He didn't back down though, instead meeting your stare evenly with his one eye.
You smiled, pushing through it, determined still in the face of his stubbornness. "I'd imagine not as much as Marin." His face was carefully neutral, and you knew you had him cornered.
"No." He said, face falling into it's usual serious frown. Or, more accurately, his newest mask.
You frowned back, narrowing your eyes at him. "I'm within my rights to see the woman I dragged into this world. So, unless she told you otherwise I'd like to see her myself." You told him plainly, knowing his answer. It's been what Sky had told you, what Four had told you. You'd yet to corner Hyrule or Twilight yet, their sixth sense pinpointing your predatory interest before you could ambush them.
Damned survival instincts. You couldn't help but admire them, despite the inconvenience.
"The situation is complicated."
"Then uncomplicate it for me, Time. I can't just abandon her after what I did." You bulldozed through, knowing that this was the man you needed to convince. Not Sky, not Four, not any of them. Just this one.
His face went neutral again, and you wanted to soften, wanted to ease back and let the man just be. You couldn't though, even if it hurt you to pick at his own insecurities.
You didn't want to hurt him, but you'd prefer this old pain to settle upon his heart like a worn jacket then to allow this new ache to wear blisters into his skin. It was your burden. He didn't need another scar across his weary soul.
He closed his eye, leaned back heavily into the chair and sighed deeply. Progress. You were wearing him down, slowly but inevitably. He couldn't keep Marin and you apart forever, no matter how hard he tried. But, for him to concede would be for him to relinquish ownership of responsibility.
You needed him to let go.
Finally, he spoke. "When you pulled her through the portal, she was only half formed. You both were." You had- not known that. No one had had the heart to tell you, it seemed.
Your voice nearly trembled. "Marin-"
"She lives." He grit his teeth subtly, pushing forward with forced evenness. "Hyrule managed to stabilize her, and Sky used a fairy on you. Unfortunately, she could only do so much for such extensive damage."
You nod, glancing down at your rail thin arms laying crossed upon the blanket before looking back to Time's gaze. He had been looking too, eye brimming with compassion and frustration both.
"We initially tried to keep you together, as you both seemed to take comfort from each other's presence." His frown deepened. "However, we quickly realized that was infeasible. Whatever had been happening before you exited the portal progressed further after prolonged contact."
He leaned forward, narrowing his eye and you tightened your grip on the blanket with weakly shaking hands. You'd barely the strength to keep the bunched fabric between your fingers. The weight of his stare nearly made you falter, but you held his gaze.
"She began cannibalizing your body, to continue building her own. We moved her to another room shortly after. She's still unconscious, though stable at the moment."
Your heart dropped, the heavy weight of realization bearing down on you with harsh clarity. "That's why you've been keeping Legend away, and you're keeping Four, Sky and Twilight at my side." Your hands shook harder. Your heart squeezed in your chest like a cold vice. "It's why Hyrule's not allowed to be alone with me."
The dark look that settled on Time's expression said everything you need to know. A quiet admission of choice.
"Ah." You huffed, mirthless. Your heart was shaking. "I've caused you unnecessary conflict." You grit your teeth, and bowed you head. "I am sorry, Link. For the hurt I have caused you and the others."
Tears nearly fell from your eyes as emotion gripped you, but you held them in with steadfast resolve. This was not the time, nor the place. Especially not now.
The goal remains unchanged, but now the stakes are higher than ever. The consequences of failure unfathomable. You could not falter. You could not afford to lose this battle.
"I accept the consequences. I will fix what I have broken. Please, take me to her." You said, determination rising forth like fire in your eyes, your expression, your whole being. Overcome with purpose so powerful it boiled hot in your marrow. "Let me see them."
You could see the moment he broke.
He nodded, the weight of years on his shoulders. "Okay."
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Time carried you through the halls of the house, arms strong and unmovable under your diminished form. Whose house this belonged to you couldn't say, but it felt safe and warm, colored walls and thick carpet ripe with the comforting feeling of home.
A flash of color stole your attention and you managed to catch a glimpse of curling brown and forest green before it disappeared around the corner. The absence of footsteps gave name to the elusive figure, and another piece of your heart crumbled.
Hyrule. Maintaining vigilance over you in the only way he could (that Time would allow). Torn between his need to help, and his loyalty to Legend. Too sweet to push, too pragmatic to yeild. Caught in the tragedy of sacrifice, the curse and blessing both of his blood.
You had so much to atone for. So much hurt to mend.
You turned your head, pressing the side of your face to Time's collarbone. You whispered. "I'll fix this, Link." Your hand fisted weakly into his shirt, trying to imbue the strength of your will into the contact. "Thank you for protecting me."
His arms tightened around you, the movement so miniscule it was barely the tensing of muscles against your thin body. But to you, it was a pact, the promise of protection of the highest degree. A vow made in the shedding of blood.
You realized once more, that you would never leave this world. These men. This bond that had finally looped it's chains around you, anchored itself into your soul.
Your fate was sealed the moment you shed blood for them.
No. From the moment Wind had curled his hands around your fingers to encase a rupee. From the moment Wild had left the bright firelight of their camp to bring you supper. From the moment Wolfie had curled beside you, shielding you from the icy wind as pride kept you from the warmth of shared company.
There truly was no going back. There never had been. Not for you. Not for them.
What a fool you'd been.
What a God-damned prideful fool. To think you wouldn't fall in love with these perfectly imperfect men. These bleeding hearts, these righteous idiots.
You tightened your jaw, closed your eyes and breathed.
'I'm sorry, Legend. I'll be there soon. I'll fix this. No matter what it takes. I promise.'
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I return to the shadows once more.
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I'll Be the Vision of Your Happiness (Dallas Winston/Reader)
Summary: "And then there was Dallas Winston. He was a troublemaker through and through and while he spent too much time behind bars for your liking, he also crashed on the couch in your living room often enough that you couldn't help but consider him a part of the fucked up little family you had. He was a rebel and a notorious flirt and had an obvious thing for you. You couldn't take him or his advances seriously, though. Not when he was always looking for his next fight or lay."
Word Count: 5.7k
Author's Note: Just a silly, self-indulgent little thing I've had on my mind for years. I finally decided to write because damn it, I had to. Reader is Darry's, Soda's, and Ponyboy's sister. Just a year younger than Darry. Title comes from the song Earth Angel, because that was the title of this fic up until a few moments ago. Huge canon divergence in this fic...because I had to.
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Everyone on your side of town had a rough life, but growing up, you never would have guessed. Your parents had done their best to shield you from the worst of it and it wasn't until they were gone that you realized just how much they did for you and your brothers.
Even though you were only a year younger than him, Darry tried to take full responsibility for you and your younger brothers. He quit school and got himself a job and then another one when he realized that wasn't going to cut it. When you tried to follow in his footsteps, he chewed you out for trying to ruin your life.
"You even think of dropping out and so help me--"
"So you get to bear the weight of all of our worlds on your shoulders, but I can't help? What the fuck, Dar? That's not fair," you argued, knowing that getting Darryl to budge would be near impossible, but you had to try.
"Watch your language," Darry scolded, shooting you a disapproving glare.
"You're not dad, Dar," you reminded him. "And just because you're the oldest--"
"All of you are my responsibility. Who else is going to keep a roof over our heads? Mom and dad are gone and I'm the only one who can take care of the rest of you."
"That's bullshit and you know it. Listen, I don't have to go to school--"
"Stop," Darry snapped, his tone final, warning you not to argue. "You're going to school and you're gonna make something of yourself. Got it?"
You knew it was no use trying to get through Darry's stubbornness, so you continued taking classes, but you would be damned if you didn't contribute. So, you got a job as a waitress on the other side of the train tracks, catering to socs and taking their money to benefit a bunch of greasers.
Because while you had your brothers, you also couldn't deny that the rest of the gang was your family as well.
Your not-so-secret favorite of the bunch was Two-Bit, because even though he was constantly mouthing off, he was also someone you knew would always have your back. He used his shoplifting habit to pick up things he thought you would like and while you didn't want to encourage him, you couldn't help but think he was incredibly sweet for someone who was always cracking jokes about everything and everyone.
Johnny Cade was an absolute sweetheart and even though Ponyboy was the baby of the group, Johnny gave off a youthful innocence that had you wondering half the time how he ended up with a bunch of guys who would rather let their fists win their fights than words. You hated Johnny's parents for not protecting him from the world like they were meant to, so you took it upon yourself to watch out for him when you could and brought him food from the restaurant you worked at, since you knew his parents barely took the time to make sure he was eating enough.
Steve Randall was Soda's best friend and while you hated the way he was so dismissive of Pony, you tolerated him for Sodapop's sake. It wasn't a secret he wasn't your favorite of the bunch and you had a feeling that the sentiment was mutual.
And then there was Dallas Winston. He was a troublemaker through and through and while he spent too much time behind bars for your liking, he also crashed on the couch in your living room often enough that you couldn't help but consider him a part of the fucked up little family you had. He was a rebel and a notorious flirt and had an obvious thing for you. You couldn't take him or his advances seriously, though. Not when he was always looking for his next fight or lay.
It didn't make sense and it was dysfunctional as all get out, but they were your family, and you'd do anything for them.
The day your life got flipped around for what felt like the thousandth time, you were sitting on the porch steps, reading a book for class. You were drawn from the story of fake identities and counts seeking revenge by your brother's distressed voice.
"Pony!" You heard Soda yell before he took off. Two-Bit, Johnny, and Steve were right behind him, barely taking a second to hesitate before following your brother into what sounded like a fight.
You stood, carelessly throwing your book down on the steps, before you rushed toward the sounds of yelling and cursing and punches being thrown. All you managed to catch was the end of the scuffle, surprised to see Dally there, since the last thing you knew he was locked up again. He threw a rock at the socs' car, nearly hitting the back window, sending it skittering across the road as the socs fled.
It was then you saw Ponyboy, blood welling from a cut on his neck.
"What the fuck did they do to you?" You hissed, dropping to your knees at your brother's side.
"They ran him down," Soda answered, tipping Pony's head back to get a better look at the cut. "Shit, Pony," he sighed, wincing at the sight of the blood staining his neck.
"What the hell were you thinking anyway?" Darry asked, surprising you. You hadn't even seen your older brother approach, but you shouldn't have been surprised that if there was trouble, he wouldn't let it go ignored. "You shouldn't be walking around by yourself."
"I wanted to see a movie," Pony offered, letting Two-Bit help him to his feet.
"Movies and books," Darry scoffed, reaching out to tap a finger against Pony's forehead. "You're going to be so caught up in that head of yours one day that you're not gonna see the hit coming."
"Aw, lay off him," Soda told Darry, starting to lead Pony back to the house. "Those things make him happy."
"Next time you want to go to the movies, I'll give you a ride," you offered, not liking the idea of your baby brother walking all over town by himself. It wasn't just the socs you had to worry about. There were rowdy greasers and people who wouldn't take too kindly to a greaser walking on their side of town. You didn't want him getting jumped again, so you would do just about anything to prevent it.
"And next time you need a ride," Dallas started, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "you know where to find me."
"Dallas," you groaned, pushing him away. "What about Sylvia, huh?"
Dallas' face scrunched up in annoyance before he shrugged his shoulders. "Cheated on me while I was locked up," he answered before reaching out to ruffle Johnny's hair. "That chick couldn't even wait a few months for me."
"Shocker," you drawled, ignoring Dallas' noise of protest, before you sat back down on the porch steps and picked up your book.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dally asked, indignation in his tone.
"Nothing. Just...," you trailed off, glancing up at Dallas. "Are you noticing a pattern with the kind of girls you go with?"
"Well, it's not like you're giving me the time of day. Just say the word, babe," he added with a confident smirk.
"Alright, can you two stop flirting and just get married already or something already?" Two-Bit joked, bumping into Dallas' side. "I'm sure Pony here would make a great flower girl, though. Leaving a trail of grease down the aisle and everything."
"Knock it off, Keith," you scolded Two-Bit, grinning when his cheeks flushed red. You were the only one who got away with calling him by his actual name and you only ever used it when you needed him to back off.
"Yeah, yeah," Two-Bit sighed, turning to look at the rest of the gang. "So, anyone want to do anything fun?"
"There's a double feature tomorrow night at the drive-in," Pony piped up, ignoring Darry's pointed sigh, before he considered the rest of the gang.
"I'll go," Johnny volunteered before he looked to Dallas. "What about it, Dally? You in?"
"Sure," Dallas mused, dropping down onto the porch next to you. "Y/N can drive us."
You snorted, elbowing Dallas in the side. "That offer stands for my brother and Johnny. You can walk, though," you told him, smirking at him.
"Ouch," Dallas feigned hurt before he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "C'mon, doll, you really trust me out on these streets? I could get jumped. I could get arrested. I could get killed. Heck, I might just get all three in one night."
"I know what you're capable of," you told him, not bothering to shake off his arm again, instead going back to your book. "Just this once," you allowed, since you weren't too keen on the idea of Dallas leading your brother all over town, starting trouble and dragging Pony and Johnny right into it.
"Great," Dallas drawled, squeezing you close to him for a second before letting you go.
Even though you hated yourself just a little bit for it, you couldn't help but think you liked being tucked against Dallas' side.
You were able to drop the trio off at the drive-in the next night, but you had to take a reluctant shift at the restaurant, since one of your co-workers had fallen ill. Your boss offered you a little extra cash as an incentive and since Pony was going to need new running shoes for track, you couldn't exactly turn the offer down.
If you had known what you would come home to, however, you would have told your boss there was no way in hell you were coming in on your day off.
By the time you got back to the house, you were exhausted and tired and cold. Your feet were killing you and all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget that the world existed for the rest of the night.
Instead, you came home to Darry sitting silent and still in the armchair by the phone and Soda nervously pacing the floor.
"What happened?" You asked, stepping cautiously through the front door. "Is someone hurt? In jail? What's going on?"
"Pony ran off," Soda answered, glancing at Darry, unsure. "He, uh, he got upset."
"Have you looked for him? He runs fast, but he wouldn't go far. He probably just needs a minute." You weren't sure if you were trying to reassure your brothers or yourself.
Darry shook his head and you couldn't tell if the expression on his face was one of guilt or anger. Knowing Darry, it was probably both.
"Look, you two stay here," you told your brothers. "And I'll go look for Pony."
"I don't like you out there at this time of night by yourself," Darry said, finally breaking his silence.
"I'll be okay," you assured Darry, thinking of what you had stashed away in the glovebox of your car. The gun was the only reason Darry was okay with you having a job so far from home. It had belonged to your father and after he passed, Darry dug it out from beneath your parent's bed and presented it to you. 'Just in case,' he told you and you knew it was his way of trying to ensure he didn't lose any more family.
Dallas had been the one to teach you how to use it. He was oddly pissed when he found out Darryl had handed you a gun with no pointers on how to use it. You chalked it up to grief on Darry's part, but Dallas wasn't willing to let it slide. He took it upon himself to make sure you knew how to use and aim it.
He set up makeshift targets made out of tin cans in an empty field and didn't let you leave until he was positive you wouldn't hurt yourself if you ever had to use the weapon to defend yourself.
You remembered the way his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping your back pressed firmly to his chest as he whispered in your ear how to gently squeeze the trigger. It shouldn't have made you so hot, but after years of ignoring Dally's advances, you couldn't stop yourself from turning in his embrace and pressing your lips to his. The kiss has been slow and languid, searching and questioning. You didn't know if it was the right thing to do, but in that moment, it certainly felt like it.
Of course, your hopes for any future you might have with Dallas Winston were dashed the next day when you saw him flirting with the girl who worked as a cashier at the grocery store halfway across town. You had only been there to pick up some peanut butter and bread after your shift and at first you couldn't quite believe your eyes.
It was then you realized Dallas was never really going to change and you shouldn't hold out hope that he ever would. You wanted two different things and you told yourself you were okay with that, even though you really weren't.
"I'll be okay," you repeated, meeting Darry's eyes. "I'll bring him home. Trust me."
Darry dipped his head in a nod, silently giving you permission to go. You ignored Soda's worried expression as he watched you leave the house, all your thoughts focused on finding your youngest brother and bringing him home.
You had a hard time focusing on the road before you as you drove down the darkened streets of your neighborhood, searching fervently for Ponyboy. Every minute that passed had you clenching the steering wheel tighter in your hands. Anything could happen to Ponyboy if he was out alone at night and you didn't even want to consider the state you might find him in once you finally laid eyes on him.
You wanted to find Pony so badly that you weren't sure if the commotion going on at the playground was real or all in your head. But there Pony was with Johnny, going up against four socs. You slammed your foot down on the brake, barely remembering to put the car in park, before you were hastily reaching into the glove box. Your fingers were just wrapping around the handle of the pistol when you saw a soc shove Johnny to the ground before they crowded around Pony, herding him towards the fountain.
You were out of the car and rushing towards the group by the time they were dunking your little brother's head beneath the water. You could hear the socs laughing and you felt rage pour through your body, sweeping you up along with it. They were trying to kill your brother and they were laughing about it. It wasn't fair and it wasn't right. Indignation and panic were rising quickly up your throat and you weren't sure if you were about to start yelling or if you were going to throw up from the stress.
You could see Johnny picking himself up from the ground, the glint of the knife in his hand catching your attention, and abruptly you knew how this would play out. Johnny would save your brother however he could, but he'd take the fall. Sweet, sensitive Johnny being locked up or worse wasn't something you were about to let happen.
You raised the gun in the air and fired off a shot without a second thought about any consequences. The socs jumped and the one holding Pony let him go, startling so hard that he bumped into the lip of the fountain and fell to the ground. You saw the other socs stumble and scramble to turn towards you.
While you had their attention, Johnny darted forward and grabbed Pony by the shoulders, hauling him up out of the fountain. Your brother spluttered, coughing up water and spitting it out onto the ground.
"Hey," the blonde one slurred, clumsily getting to his feet before making a move towards Johnny.
"Leave him alone," you shouted, keeping the socs' attention on you. Johnny was busy helping Ponyboy stay upright, patting his back when you brother started coughing up more water, but he kept a fearful, distrustful eye on the socs. "Or the next time I pull the trigger, I'll be aiming at you."
"C'mon, Bob," one of the socs said. "Let's get out of here," he pleaded with his friend, reaching out to tug on his arm. "She's crazy and she's got a gun."
"Not until they learn their lesson," Bob snarled, swaying towards your brother and Johnny. "They can't just talk to our girls and think they can get away with it. Not trash like them," he spat, bringing his fist back, as if he was going to aim a punch at Johnny. You saw the flash of rings caught in the streetlights and the absolute fear on Johnny's face and you knew without a doubt this was the soc that had jumped him not long ago.
You pointed your weapon at Bob, not wanting him to have any doubt that he would be your target should you have to fire again. "Leave," you told him, trying to ignore the fact that your hands were shaking. Your confidence was waning with every second and you didn't want to lose it before the socs were gone. One slip and it was all over.
"Let's go, man, she's off her rocker," you heard one of the socs mutter before they were all trailing back to their car. Bob looked like he still had half a mind to charge at your brother, even with the weapon pointed at him, but his friend with the curly brown hair kept a tight grip on his arm, towing him away.
"We can go," you told the boys once you were sure the socs were gone and weren't going to circle back.
"Y/N--," Johnny started.
"Not now," you said, shaking your head, still on high alert waiting for headlights and cruel laughter to make a reappearance.
The car was deathly silent as you drove home, keeping an eye on your rearview motor, while Johnny and Pony sat huddled together in the backseat. You could hear one or both of them shivering, so you drove a little faster, eager to get them back to the warmth and safety of your home.
When you got back to the house, Soda was sitting on the front steps. He immediately stood up when he noticed your car and took off down the stairs and across the lawn when he noticed Johnny helping Pony out of the backseat. Your hands were trembling and you felt so restless that you knew going into the house would be a mistake. Darry would have questions and he would be gruff and stern and overprotective. Soda would be worried and nervous and you knew Pony and Johnny would be traumatized. You didn't have the energy to deal with all of that, so all you could think about was fleeing to a place where you felt safe.
To your surprise, only one place came to mind.
"I'll, uh, I've got something I've gotta do," you told Pony when he shot you a questioning glance. You knew he was wondering why you weren't shutting the car off or getting out. "I'll be home soon."
"Y/N--," Soda tried to stop you, his brow furrowed with worry as he helped Johnny support Ponyboy.
You shook your head, cutting him off. He frowned at you before reluctantly shutting the car door, allowing you to drive off.
Your mind was spinning and you barely had the presence of mind to stuff the gun back into the glovebox. You didn't want Darry giving you the third degree and you didn't want Soda to pace nervously while he shot you what he thought were discreet, worried glances. Johnny and Pony could tell them what happened and Darry and Soda would watch out for them. They didn't need you, you told yourself over and over again. You didn't have to feel guilty for escaping when you needed to. For seeking out the one person who could help you process the events of the night.
Two-Bit would just fuss over you and you sure as hell weren't going to go to Steve at a moment like this. You didn't realize your mind was fully made up until you found yourself pulling up to Buck Merrill's place.
"Shit," you groaned, resting your forehead on the steering wheel. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, knowing that this was probably a mistake, before you forced yourself to get out of the car. You let your feet carry you to the front door while your mind spiraled through all the ways this could go wrong.
"Yeah?" You heard someone ask, breaking you out of your trance.
"Uh, hey," you managed to get out, recognizing Buck. "Is Dallas here?"
Buck looked you up and down, leaning against the doorframe, as if keeping you from getting a good look at his place or who might be inside. "Who's asking?"
"Just tell him it's Y/N, alright? He'll want to see me." It was a bluff and you suddenly had the striking fear that Dallas wasn't spending the night alone. What if he had a date? What if you were interrupting something?
"Stay here," Buck's gruff voice pulled you out of your panic.
You nodded your head, nervously tapping your fingers against your thigh as Buck shut the door on you.
It wasn't long before you could see Dallas approach the door through the front window. He looked confused as he yelled something at Buck over his shoulder before he opened the door. His hair was sleep rumpled and there was a bruise blooming on his jaw, making you wonder if it was from a fist or a pair of lips.
"Y/N? Do you know what time it is? What the hell is going on?" Dallas took a closer look at you before he seemed to notice the state you were in. You could feel yourself beginning to shake and you weren't sure if it was from the chill in the air or from shock. "Jesus, come on, get inside," he ordered, stepping aside to give you room to get past him.
Dallas ushered you inside before leading you up the stairs and into a bedroom. The covers were rumpled and the pillow was halfway off the bed, as if Dallas had messed it up trying to get out of bed, but there was no sign that another person had been with him. You felt relieved for a brief, confusing moment, before the shock you had been fighting off hit you.
"What's going on? You look spooked," Dallas observed, his brows furrowing in concern.
You took a deep breath before you stumbled towards the bed. You dropped down onto the edge of it, fighting the urge to hide your face from Dallas so he wouldn't see you cry.
"Johnny and Pony got into some trouble tonight."
You knew Dally had a soft spot for Johnny and once he heard his name, his face drew tight in anger. You knew he was fearing the worst and while you had definitely avoided the worst-case scenario that night, you were having trouble trying to explain that at the moment.
"Was it the socs again? They didn't get him, did they? Fuck, they're so dead this time."
"Not really," you explained. "But they almost killed Pony. He could've died tonight, Dal." You could feel a sob working its way up your throat and you weren't sure if you would be able to stop it. You weren't all that surprised when you started rambling, instead. "They were trying to drown Pony and Johnny had a knife and I didn't know what to do, so I took the gun--"
"Did you shoot one of 'em?" Dallas asked and from the calculating look on his face, you were sure he was already thinking of a dozen different escape plans that would have you running from the law and trying to evade a murder charge.
"No, but I almost had to. They wouldn't back off and he was going to die, Dal. I could've lost my brother tonight. If I hadn't been there in time who knows what could have happened." You thought of Johnny and his knife and the determined glint in his eyes. "It could've been so much worse."
"It's alright," Dallas soothed, dropping down to sit at your side. "You got there and you stopped them. That's what matters, right? And we'll make them pay for what they did. They can't just get away with it. They always get away with it and then we're the ones getting locked up because we don't have their connections."
"I don't want you getting into any trouble. Not again," you told him, hating the thought of Dallas going away yet again.
"I won't, doll," he said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. You shivered and pressed closer against him, noticing the way his breath hitched.
You turned your head to look at him, noticing the way his eyes dipped to consider your lips before meeting your eyes. All you could think about was that of all the places you could've run to, you went right to Dallas. It only felt right and after all this time of running away from him, when you couldn't deny how you felt any longer, you ended up right in his arms. Maybe it was where you should have been all along.
"I don't want to get myself into any trouble either," you found yourself saying, focusing on Dallas' eyes and how he was zeroed in on you.
"So, I'm trouble?" His lips quirked up in a smirk and you couldn't help the breathless laugh that escaped you.
"You always have been. But maybe...," you trailed off, considering him. "But maybe I just don't care anymore," you said before you leaned forward and let your lips brush against his. Your hands were still shaking and you couldn't wrap your head around what almost happened to your brother, but you knew one thing. Dallas was where you turned when you felt unsafe and all you wanted at that moment was to be with him. You felt like nothing could go wrong as long as he was with you, holding you, pressed against you. So, you leaned into him, pouring every insecurity and fear into the kiss and letting him take them from you.
You were tempted to spend the night with Dallas, but you only stayed for another few minutes. At some point during the kiss, Dallas had drawn away and simply pulled you close, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. He kept his arm tucked tight around your waist, a silent assurance that he had you.
"I should go," you sighed, closing your eyes against the urge to look up at Dallas. You knew it would be hard to leave him, but it was something you had to do. Your brothers were probably worried sick about you and you didn't want to make them worry any longer.
"You could stay," he offered. "Bed's big enough for two."
"Darry would kill me," you told him. "Especially since i just drove off without a word once I dropped off Pony and Johnny."
"Your big brother worries too much," Dallas complained before he reluctantly let you go.
"He does," you agreed before taking a moment to kiss Dallas again. This one was quick and brief, a thanks for giving you refuge to sort yourself out, before you stood up. "I'll see you later," you promised.
"Later," Dallas agreed, not bothering to get off the bed as you walked out.
You figured it was better that way. If Dallas followed you, you'd have a hell of a lot harder time leaving him.
Johnny was fast asleep on the couch when you wandered back into the house and Pony and Soda were both in bed, but you weren't surprised that Darry was waiting for you.
"Where the hell did you go," he said, not bothering to phrase it as a question, but more of a demand for an answer.
"I went to a friend's," you told him, completely aware of how much more he would worry if he found out you were with Dallas instead of staying home. "How are they?" You asked, gesturing towards where Johnny was still fast asleep on the couch.
"Scared. Shaken up. They told us what happened." Darryl sighed, his shoulders releasing some of their tension. "It could have been a lot worse. I'm glad you got to them in time."
"Yeah," you agreed, releasing a long breath. Your mind was finally starting to catch up to the fact that you were completely safe now. The adrenaline from the night was wearing and exhaustion was fast approaching to take its place. "I'm tired," you couldn't help but say, not even sure if you had the energy to drag yourself to bed. You thought for a fleeting moment of Dallas and his bed and the fact that you could have been sharing it with him right about now. But you knew it had been the right decision to go home, even if it wasn't completely what you had wanted.
"Go to bed. We'll talk more tomorrow." Darry walked towards you, leaving his arms open for you to slip into his embrace. "Don't scare me like that again, alright?" He asked before he let you go. "I understand, but after everything we've been through...," he let the end of his sentence go unsaid, letting you mentally finish it yourself. "Love you, kid."
"I'm only a year younger," you reminded him, fighting off the urge to roll your eyes.
"Sure," he agreed with a grin. "Now, go on. Get some rest."
"Thanks, Darry," you managed to say around a yawn before you went off to bed.
You went to bed that night thinking about Dally and woke that morning worried about Dally. Tensions between the socs and greasers around town were swiftly rising and you knew that it would come to some kind of fight. It always came to a fight when class differences were involved and you hated that the people you loved most were being painted as the enemies.
You knew it would come to a head sooner or later, but you didn't entirely expect for it to happen so soon.
Within a week, everyone was on edge. Two-bit got followed walking to get some ice cream and Dally got jumped by three socs just outside a gas station. Thankfully it was the one Soda and Steve worked at, and while they almost got fired for the fight, all three of them managed to make it out nearly completely unscathed.
You knew it would only get worse, so you weren't surprised when word of a rumble between the two groups started floating around.
"No. Absolutely not," you argued once Dally told you he was set on fighting in the rumble "It's bad enough my brothers want to, but come on, Dallas. You never know when to stop and you're gonna end up in jail. Again," you added after a moment of thought. "It's all I can not to get Ponyboy mixed up in all of this, but now I've got to worry about you too? What're we going to do if you get locked up?"
The thing between you was still fragile and new. You kept waiting for him to flirt around and he seemed to think you were going to change your mind. Despite that, it still felt incredibly exhilarating every time you were wrapped up in his arms and while you hadn't told anyone else that the two of you were an item, you knew it would happen once the both of you felt more settled in your relationship.
"Well," he mused as he moved towards you, "guess you better wait for me." He reached up and behind his neck, unlatching his Saint Chrisopher necklace. "You'll keep this safe for me, then, won't you?"
You knew what the necklace meant to Dally and you knew what it meant that he was giving it to you. He carried it with him for the protection and safekeeping he thought it gave him and if he was giving it to you, then he must have trusted you a hell of a lot more than you realized.
"The last girl I was with, I gave her my ring, but I shouldn't have trusted her. I knew I should've waited for the right one." He let his lips twist up into a smile as you turned, letting your back face him. "And I've been waiting a long time for you, doll," Dallas said, his voice going lower, as if he was worried anyone but you would hear the words. He reverently brought the necklace up over your head and let it rest around your neck, taking care to make sure your hair didn't get caught up in the clasp as he closed it.
"I'll take good care of it," you promised. "But you better not end up in jail. I've got plans for us, Dallas Winston," you told him as you turned to face him yet again. You could feel the medallion against your skin and you knew it was a promise and a declaration all in one.
Dallas wanted to be with you and he wasn't about to go seeking out anyone else to fill his time or his bed. And once the guys realized you of all people were wearing Dallas' necklace, then they were soon to put the pieces together.
"Oh yeah? Well, guess I better make sure I'm around for them," Dallas said, a smile still on his face as he considered you. You didn't remember the last time you had seen him so pleased and the fact that you were the reason for his happiness was downright intoxicating.
You couldn't help but laugh, delighted and enthralled with Dallas as you pulled him into a kiss.
Maybe your side of town would always be a little bit rough and maybe there was always a fight brewing, but you figured maybe it wasn't so bad as long as you had your family of greasers and Dallas Winston's arms around you. Maybe you didn't need money or connections or a fancy school to be happy.
You already had all you needed and you would be damned if you were ever going to let it go.
#the outsiders#dallas winston#dallas winston x reader#the outsiders x reader#the outsiders imagine#dallas winston imagine#reader insert#my fic
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Taming Siberius
"Ahahaha!" Your best friend Elan is nearly falling on the ground as he laughs, clutching his stomach.
"Will you stop?" You huff. "This isn't funny."
"Are you seriously thinking about buying that?" He wheezes. "He looks like he wants to kill you."
"If you were stuck in a cage, I'm sure you'd be pissed off too," you reason, and peer at the demon.
He looks like a model fixed up for a fantasy photo shoot. But no cameras are flashing in this display window. The horns, the silvery skin, and the platinum hair are very real. The part of the eyes that would typically be white is gold instead, and he has no irises, only pupils that are huge and cat-like as he stares, unblinkingly at you.
And you look back at him long enough to realize he's not looking at you. He's staring at nothing. It's the sort of faraway gaze you can expect from someone who is in a place they don't belong. Your heart sinks a little but you're brought back to the present when Elan says,
"Resting bitch face," and tosses a handful of popcorn at the window.
You catch the exact moment the demon snaps out of it because you see his pupils shrink and sharpen as he looks at your friend. Damn, you'd hate to be on the receiving end of that look.
"How much did you drink?" You scowl. "I knew having a night out today was a bad idea."
"So what, my boyfriend ditched me. Big deal," Elan says, wobbling. "Who gives a shit about him?"
"Can you move?" An irritated voice calls out. "The last thing I want is a drunk teenager throwing up all over my display window."
"I will have you know I'm twenty-two!" Elan calls out. "I'm a responsible adult now."
"Uh-huh, sure," the shop owner says, entirely unconvinced of the latter. "Go and be responsible somewhere else."
"Actually, I was looking to make a purchase," you pipe up.
The shop owner brightens up. "Why didn't you say so earlier? Come on in. Leave your friend outside, they should get some fresh air."
"I'll be fine!" Elan says in a sing-song voice. "Go and get yourself a little pet."
You roll your eyes and step into the shop. You wince as the heavy scent of incense hits you.
"It's for the smell," the shop owner says. "Demons have a smell you know."
"Did I need to know that?" You muse.
"You want one, don't you? It's best to be aware of all the small details. Demons aren't like dogs, you can't just send them to the pound when you get tired of 'em."
The shop owner thunks a heavy catalog onto the table and says, "Before you ask, you can order them for a fee and get them delivered as well."
"I already know which one I want to get. The demon in the display window is on sale?"
"Lord yes, please take him!" The shopkeeper says quickly.
Of course, that immediately makes you suspicious. "Why?"
The shopkeeper clears their throat and says sheepishly, "He bites."
Your confused expression probably tells them all they need to know because they sigh.
"Hold on a minute, I'll fetch him so you can have a look."
You watch as they approach the brooding demon. You can tell the shopkeeper is afraid by the way they snatch the trailing leash off the floor. You're beginning to doubt your choice as he stands up, towering head and shoulders above the shopkeeper. This demon might be the figurative mastiff of the demon world. He follows the shopkeeper, but only because he wants to.
It looks like he's a little curious about you as well.
"Open your mouth," the shopkeeper orders.
The only two things keeping the shopkeeper alive at this point are the muzzle the demon is wearing and the taser the shopkeeper holds. You know for a fact that there's enough electricity in there to kill a horse. The demon glances down at the shopkeeper, seeming to bask in the way it makes them squirm. And then those golden eyes fall on you and the demon leans down until his face is level with yours. You have a pretty good view through the bars of the muzzle as he parts his lips in a sarcastic smile. The sheer amount of needle teeth bracketed by large canines weakens your knees.
"He's bitten people with those?" You gawk. "Are those people dead or missing limbs?"
"Not that I know," the shopkeeper says. "He only bites when you're rough with him."
"Promise I'll be nice," the demon says in a cavernous rasp that startles the shopkeeper as well as you.
"Since when could you speak English?" The shopkeeper says scathingly.
The demon clamps his teeth together and says nothing else, looking vaguely amused.
"Um, he might be a little too much for me," you tell the shopkeeper. "I want a bodyguard of sorts, not a murder machine."
"This is his last chance," the shopkeeper says. "Sure you don't want him? If not, he's going to the pits."
You wince at that. As scary as he looks, this demon is almost too beautiful to get messed up in the fighting pits. You hesitate and then ask,
"Can I have a trial run with him?"
"Up to a week," the shopkeeper says.
"Okay," you say. "I'll try him out."
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I keep trying to nail down this idea I have that monsters are treated as pets, toys, or "guard dogs" at best and slaves and gladiators and scum of the earth at worst. I can't get it exactly how I want and it's making me mad.
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The biggest truth that solves all plot holes in Miraculous: they’re bad writers.
No excuse of this being a kids show works because if you want to be not held accountable for holes then fine act like SpongeBob
but you can’t have everything
Yeah. I didn't give a damn about the "plot holes" in Seasons 1-2, or even Season 3 to some extent, because those were mostly monster of the week type of episodes. Sure, there were some semblances of plot and world-building, but it was still mostly episodic and the show still mostly focused on being goofy and entertaining, so I turned of my brain and enjoyed it greatly.
But then Season 4 came along and tried to change the tone of the series entirely, from being a monster of the week to having an actual plot and overarching story, and proved that the writers for the show don't really know how to do that? And then they started digging their holes deeper and deeper and made so many baffling decisions in the writing that the show just turned into a huge mess, full of unresolved plot points, underdeveloped characters, convoluted storytelling, and many unfortunate implications.
And it's like you said. If the show wants me to take it seriously, I will. I'm going to look at a show for what it is. When the show was presenting itself as a goofy episodic show to entertain kids, I judged it as such and I enjoyed it, because Miraculous is good at that. I loved Seasons 1 and 2. Season 3 less so, because it started The Plot™, and it wasn't good at that, but I still enjoyed a lot of it. But Seasons 4 and 5 came along and demanded I take them seriously, so I did. And they weren't good, because the writers aren't good at that kind of storytelling. They're good at goofy shenanigans, but not at complex plots and characters.
And "it's a kids show" is not an excuse. Kids shows can explore complex subjects and can have great plots and characters (ATLA). But it still has to be, you know, good. Kids aren't stupid. I know that kid me would have also hated the Season 5 finale, because Adrien is my favorite, and he wasn't there, and they made Marinette lose.
But at the same time, this is still a show for kids. Miraculous is a kids show, and therefore, it has the responsibility to not promote harmful messages. What would an abused child who is in a situation similar to Adrien's think when they see him call Gabriel a hero in the finale and say that he doesn't know if he'll ever be like him? Children aren't stupid and incapable of understanding anything, and they do deserve good quality of writing, but they also aren't capable of complex media analysis. And when you see people making these long-ass posts talking about how the finale is actually not what it seems like, actually, you have to consider the target audience. A kid isn't going to be picking up on the deep and nuanced hidden meanings in Gabriel final moments that prove he hasn't changed. They are going to see Gabriel hugging his wife, smiling and surrounded by pretty and warm lights while beautiful music plays. If we have to write all these long theories justifying the ending and trying to suggest that what was obviously portrayed on the screen isn't what the show is really trying to say, is a kid really going to get it?
Which is why you see so many people saying shit like "aw Gabriel was really a good man," or "he was never the villain." These people are probably like, 12–13 year olds, and they are watching a show meant for kids. And as a kid, I'm not going to like that Adrien wasn't in the finale, sure, but does that mean I'll understand that Gabriel is supposed to still be a bad guy when the show tells me to my face that he isn't?
It's not like the show can't deal with complex and nuanced characters. I myself have written many character analyses and have treated these characters as complex and nuanced, and they could have been. Again, look at ATLA. Zuko, for example, is a very complex character, but he is still brought to life in a way that allows kids to understand all the nuances and subtleties in his story clearly. There is a lot of rather complex symbolism, but the kids get the jist of it and can understand his story well, even if they don't catch all the minute details. Hell, take Azula. The show doesn't shy away from showing her doing bad things, but it also makes it blatantly obvious that you should feel sorry for her in the end, and that she's also a victim. Again, kids can understand this.
And that's where Miraculous falls flat. The writers fucked up their message. They wrote some deeply problematic stuff, where the abuser won. The bad guy won, but he was actually a good guy. So, people who act like Gabriel maybe aren't all that bad. What Gabriel did in the end was good, and we should all try to be like him. Kids aren't going to question it. In this way, "it's a kids show" goes from being an excuse to being a problem. It's what it says on the tin, and what's on the tin is not good. That's how I feel.
Thank you for your ask!
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Substratum (Eddie Munson x Reader)
Pairings/Relationships: Eddie Munson/Reader
Warnings/Themes: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Ideas of Afterlife, Allusion to Trauma, Injury, and other Character Deaths, Violence, Blood, Self-sacrifice, Reader Character Death, in a theoretical S5 world where Eddie returns and then I hurt him more, allusion to Kas!Eddie or some kind of resurrection where the UD/Vecna was responsible for his return, DEAD DOVE: ROMANTIC CANNIBALISM
Note: This is jarring and I will say beautiful but not for the faint of heart. Shout out to @storiesbyrhi who wrote an amazing AU of Bones and All that touches on a lot of these themes and is the person who got this ball rolling and @courtingchaos for saying the magic words "fingers sneaking past your teeth" to spark inspiration god damn you both for always knowing the way to my heart. Pun intended.
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Substratum - Definition
an underlying support
the material of which something is made and from which it derives its special qualities
It was a long and difficult fight.
Full of sacrifice.
But in order for it all to end, there would have to be an even greater one.
How it all came down to the two of you, neither of you knew for sure. But it did.
The Upside Down was ready to be cut off for good, but the closing of one world from another demanded blood.
Eddie, as one of the final beings in existence with ties to both worlds, needed to be the catalyst of said blood. Whether it was expelled or consumed.
Which meant one of you needed to die.
What a cruel irony that Eddie was seemingly resurrected only to be put in this predicament, and you who had to mourn for him once, facing the possibility that you had to do it all over again.
You argued for a while, as the world burned around you.
"It has to be me."
"No. I'll do it. You've already killed so many, let me be the last one. End this all now."
"I need to be the one, I was always meant to die to the Upside Down."
He swore up and down that he would die a thousand deaths for you, but it was your insistence that he could die a thousand times, but he'd never save you.
"I won't survive if I lose you again."
He's about to say the same, about to say that once you're gone, he'd be soon to follow, but you don't let him protest. You take his hands and place them softly around your throat, to snap your neck like the hundreds of other necks he'd snapped at Vecna's will.
But your love, your Eddie, couldn't let you go in such a cold and impersonal way.
His hands retreat from your neck, they climb upwards and settle on your face. So soft and alive; in mere seconds, he would never witness this again. He aches at the thought of your eyes cold and unstaring, of never hearing a laugh come from those lips again.
He leans in close, a whisper of a kiss as your lips touch for one last moment of worship before he destroys you; all the while, his thumbs collect the tears that escape from your eyes as you realize this might be the last time you see him too.
His first death had brought about some sort of hope for a great beyond, though. You threw yourself into books and myths and stories for hope that you would see him again. You'd told him so when you'd finally reunited, and you both grasp onto that same shred of hope at this moment, that there would be some palace of light where you'd sit and wait until he could join you.
Then he begins your undoing.
His fingers start to pry your mouth open, they explore past your teeth, they make your jaw go wide. You choke as he hand follows the fingers, into your mouth and down your throat.
A great sob escapes you but it is stifled as your voice box is crushed with the intrusion and you fight for air as your windpipe is squished.
Those fingers are searching, tearing through the delicate flesh within you that has never known the pressure of anything other than the weight of your consciousness and your soul. Meanwhile you’re silently enduring the torture; choking, asphyxiating, and focusing on one simple image: the ouroboros...eating itself.
It's fitting, because you have been and always will be one. Here you are consuming him...and soon enough he will consume you too.
Those searching, destroying fingers find their target as your body fills with blood. Their grip tightens, and then pulls, and that is your demise. Jaw snaps, eyes wide, heart quite literally broken as it’s extracted from the depths of you.
Eddie considers the ache in his own chest as he backs away from your broken, empty husk; what an odd thing, to have destroyed his own heart as thoroughly as he's destroyed yours.
His grip is soft now, delicate as the world roars around him; the sacrifice has been demanded and so close to being fulfilled. Still, he takes the time to hold and caress and worship your most vital organ.
He examines it with a critical eye. Ventricles and chambers and the trailing remnants of sinew that are just as beautiful as you, and he thinks it's fitting. Where else would your soul live, but in your heart; surely they both would be this complex.
And your carcass?
That's always just been the meat that kept the real you hidden.
Silly that you'd insisted he had always been the one to see the real you...and now he was.
"I'll be with you," he promises with one last, loving caress. "This will all be over and we can be together."
He kisses your heart, the last thing your physical form might feel, and then you're pushed between the sharpness of his teeth as the tear and gnash and funnel you down his throat.
Eddie swallows as the final gate closes and is sealed for eternity, one terrible world's door shutting swiftly on another.
At that moment, the recognition hit. He felt you you settle there, in the depths of him, for all eternity too. You filled him with golden light. And he realized you had been right all along. You had returned to each other again, and you didn't even need to wait very long.
The two of you.
Together as one.
Complete.
#tw: death#tw: blood#tw: cannibalism#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#Eddie munson angst#stranger things fic#kas!eddie
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The Wrong One
Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Reader met Steve while he was on the run and stood behind him through everything. Until he saw Peggy Carter.
Chapter 12: Moving Again
Warnings: swearing, angst
While they felt some relief at Steve accepting some responsibility for this mess, Y/N couldn't help but over think and worry.
"You know, it would have been better if Steve had just come and talked to us instead of getting the press involved. I mean, now the world knows there's a super soldier baby and the press knows where I live. I doubt it would be hard to figure out where she is." She ranted
"I don't trust Steve's motives, going straight to the press seems, I don't know, questionable. Like he's more concerned with salvaging his reputation with the public than actually trying to accept responsibility."
She thought for a moment. "I hate thinking like this but what if we gave Winnie a tracker chip? I mean, I might be paranoid but that way we could always find her. In case Steve or whoever tried something."
Bucky nodded "That might not be a bad idea. Now that he's confirmed everything to the world, those bad actors that are building Hydra, and other criminal organizations, back up might come looking."
He paused for a moment, nervous to broach the subject "Do you think your place is really safe? I mean, now that it's public knowledge."
She growled at him "You know we wouldn't be in the position if you and Sam could keep your mouths shut. What kind of spies can't keep one damn secret?" Her voice rose at the end and Winnie whined "Oh no baby, I'm so sorry. Your father and uncles are just dumbasses."
Bucky looked at his feet "I know, doll. I'm so sorry and plan to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I didn't think Steve would cause so many problems but I never thought he would leave you for Peggy without even telling you so I don't seem to be the best judge of who he is these days. I'll do whatever I can to fix this."
She sighed "I don't know, Bucky, you may be right. My house might not be the safest place anymore. I need to talk to Pepper. Before I go home."
She sent a text to her friend to stop by and visit when she had the time.
They spent most of the day relaxing and bonding with Winnie. She gave Bucky smiles when she heard his voice and Y/N had never seen him light up like when she did.
Pepper stopped by at dinner time, followed by Happy who carried a number of take out bags from her favorite steak house.
Pepper set down a huge arrangement of pink roses in a crystal vase and gave them a big smile. "Look at this happy little family. We have to have some pictures done." She turned to Happy "Can you see if Peter can come by tomorrow and get some pictures?"
Happy nodded "Of course. She's beautiful."
Y/N smiled and thanked him.
Pepper set out food and made a plate for Y/N, trading Winnie between them.
While they ate, Y/N brought up her concerns about security. Pepper had seen Steves presser and had been concerned herself.
After thinking for a few minutes Pepper figured it out. "I know you don't want to move again but I think Bucky is right, your place has been exposed but I think I have a solution" she smiled "On the same property where Morgan and I are living, there's another cabin. 3 bedrooms and a fully updated kitchen, like my cabin. It's been empty for a bit so needs to be cleaned and the security would need upgrading. It's on the other side of the lake so you'd be close but still have your privacy."
She looked to Happy "Can you make some calls and get that started?"
Happy nodded and left the room.
Pepper started cleaning up their food "You should stay here in the Tower until the cabin is ready. Shouldn't be more than a week and you'll be safe here. We can take care of the move so you don't have to deal with all that."
"Pepper, I don't know how to thank you. It's so much."
Pepper shook her head "Then don't worry about it. I'm glad to help and the cabin has just been sitting there gathering dust." She smirked at Y/N "Besides, it'll be nice to have a sitter close by."
Y/N grinned "I don't know how soon I'll be up for babysitting a kid as active as Morgan but yeah, when I'm healed. Of course."
That evening Steve came by again obviously pleased with himself "Did you see it? I fixed everything so we can be happy together again."
He picked Winnie up from her bassinet, waking her up.
Bucky wanted to mention that Winnie had just fallen asleep but bit his tongue and watched to see how Steve would handle her.
Y/N shook her head "No, Steve. We won't be together again. I thought I made that clear. And while I appreciate your attempt to make things right, now everyone knows for sure there's a super soldier baby and the press knows where I live. My house won't be safe for us anymore."
Steve smiled brightly "You can stay with me. I'll protect you both." Winnie wasn't happy about being woken up and started squirming in his arms.
She sighed "It's like talking to a brick wall. No Steve we're done. I have a place to go but will be staying in the Tower until it's ready."
His smile fell "Where is it? I can go make sure it's secure." Winnie started fussing, not familiar with the scent or voice of the person holding her.
Bucky spoke up "I don't think that's a good idea. We will be here for now and can meet here for visits after that. The fewer people who know where they live the better."
Steve bristled "Why can't I ever talk to Y/N without you butting into something that's none of your damn business? You are always with her like some pathetic puppy." Winnie felt the tension and started bawling, trying to push away from him.
Bucky glared at him "It's my business because I've been here when you weren't" he quickly took Winnie from Steve and she calmed right away for him which only upset Steve more.
"She won't get used to me if you don't let me hold her." Steve snapped. "You won't let me hold her, won't tell me where they're moving to. Seems like you're working pretty hard to keep my daughter away from me. I thought we were all going to be adults about this."
Bucky smiled down at Winnie who gave him a big, drool filled, toothless grin. "You don't need to be holding her when you're all wound up like that. The rest is for their safety"
He took her hand and planted a raspberry on her palm and she laughed at him. He whispered softly "That's my girl."
Steve clenched his jaw, angry and frustrated at his own daughter preferring his friend over him. He sat on a chair in the corner of the room and sulked.
Y/N rolled her eyes at him acting like a baby but kept her mouth shut.
The next week was relatively calm. Steve stayed in the Tower too and did everything he could to get Y/N and Winnie alone. Bucky's presence alone was enough to upset Steve. He was still angry about Bucky's bond with Winnie and the tension didn't help her like him any better. He also refused to change diapers at all, something about it being womans work and even mocked Bucky for doing anything Y/N or Winnie needed.
Y/N had a discussion with Helen Cho and a tracking chip was implanted on Winnie. She only cried for a moment.
Finally it was time to move into her new house. They waited until Steve was out of town for the day in the hopes of keeping the location secret from him.
Y/N had a feeling he was closer than she wanted and would find out where she was living before too long.
Y/N was overwhelmed at the cabin. It was perfectly rustic on the outside but had every possible convenience inside. The interior was freshly painted and most of her furniture had been moved already.
Once they were settled in and everyone else had gone Y/N and Bucky took Winnie to sit on the swing that took up half of the front porch. All they could hear were crickets and frogs with the occasional owl or other bird chiming in. The sky was clear and full of stars that Winnie was staring and pointing at as Bucky named the constellations for her.
Life was relatively quiet for a few months. Bucky helped Sam on missions when needed but was always anxious to get home to his girls.
Winnie was growing quickly, already trying to crawl and getting into everything.
Y/N healed quickly and worked the baby weight off chasing after a baby that shouldn't be so mobile yet.
Y/N and Bucky were cautiously taking baby steps towards each other although they hadn't done anything more than some heated making out.
Steve finally learned how to change a diaper, since Y/N insisted he learn how to care for Winnie properly before he was allowed to take her on his own.
When she was 6 months old Steve had finally learned how to change and feed her well enough that Y/N was convinced he could care for Winnie on his own. That didn't dispel her concerns that he might try to disappear with Winnie but Y/N started letting him take her for a few hours or even an entire day but not overnight.
One weekend when Winnie was almost 8 months old, and trying to walk, Steve came to take her for the afternoon but promised to have her back before her bedtime at 7pm.
Y/N and Bucky went on a date to a nice restaurant where they were in their own little bubble for a little while. When her alarm went off they hurried to meet Steve at the tower only to find he wasn't there yet, even though they were almost 20 minutes late. Y/N tried not to panic.
Bucky squeezed her hand "I'm sure they got caught up in traffic or something. Steve was always a stickler for punctuality so I'm sure he will be here soon."
Y/N nodded hesitantly, it had taken a lot of time and counseling for her to trust Steve with Winnie away from her. She laughed nervously "I know, we've been doing this for 2 months and he's always here on time so maybe I should trust him but it's hard and she's everything to me."
"I know doll, just give him a little longer and she'll be back in your arms where she belongs." Bucky tried to reassure her even though he was getting nervous too.
When she looked up and saw it was over an hour since their scheduled time, Y/N started to panic.
Bucky tried to soothe her with little success so decided to call Steve and see what was holding him up. His heart stopped when the recording told him the number was no longer available.
Y/N looked to him hopefully but her stomach fell when she saw the look on his face "What's wrong Buck?"
He shook his head and stammered "Says the number isn't available."
Her eyes grew and tears started to gather right away. "No, no, he wouldn't hhe he promised. Maybe he blocked you or..." She tore through her purse in a panic, looking for her own phone. Maybe she missed his call.
When she found her phone she saw there were no calls or messages and quickly hit Steve's name on her contacts. Bucky knew from her face that she got the same recording and he pulled her close.
He was going to kill Steve when he found him.
Chapter 13
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#james bucky barnes x reader#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes x you#angst with a happy ending#steve rogers x reader#the wrong one
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Arcane men (cough cough Vander) finding out you’re pregnant? also what they’re like throughout it
I like how Vander is singled out here, you have good dilf taste Anon.
Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn, Local Cuisine x Reader
Tags: established relationship, pregnancy, soothing kisses, cuddles
A/N: If there's something I love more than writing Arcane men in smutty scenarios its Arcane men being incredibly soft for their SO. Although sometimes its both. But this one is just wholesome.
Viktor would be happy about the news but wrack his brain about when it happened cause he could swear that the two of you were being careful about it.
It's not that he doesn't want the baby or anything like that, he's just a really big fan of planning things through first. Yet despite this being a bit of a surprise for both of you it's the kind of surprise that he looks forward to seeing the results of.
"You're pregnant darling? But we were being careful. When could we have... oh, oh wait... you came to visit me at the lab that night and we... yes it must be when it happened. Am I happy about it? Of course I am, surprised to be sure, but I look forward to meeting the baby. I just can't believe we literally made it in the lab."
Jayce was more than happy to hear the news, he was actually the one who brought up the subject of having a baby and was very happy when you said you wanted too as well.
Since his own dad wasn't around he wants to be able to be the best dad possible for his kid. He might be a little too excited though as he starts buying baby stuff pretty soon into your pregnancy, but it's fun to watch him in the baby section with such an intense expression like he's trying to figure out an equation.
"Oh good morning babe, you look happy, what's up? You're pregnant?! Really?! That's amazing! Oh I have to... we need to celebrate! What do you want to do, I'll take you anywhere. And we need to tell everyone. I bet they'll be happy too. My mom always wanted a grandkid, and I'm sure Viktor and Caitlyn would love to be the godparents and... mmm... or we could just kiss for a while, that works."
Silco was seemingly neutral about the news at first but only because Jinx was excitedly jumping around and already thinking of names for her new sibling.
When she was out of the room however he walked over, took your hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. He's pretty happy about the news but this also means that he's gonna have to make sure none of his enemies catch wind of too soon. He doesn't want to put you and the baby in danger.
"Ah, sorry about that sweetheart, but you know how excited she can get. Am I excited. Of course, I wouldn't have finished inside you that night if I didn't want another child. Don't worry I promise you're gonna have the best care and security possible. And no more Shimmer for you until you're pregnant."
Vander already has plenty of kids to take care of so what's one more, especially one that he's having with you.
He was actually worried about you at first because his first thought was that you got sick. But when you told him you were pregnant he couldn't help but swoop you into his arms and twirl you around while giving you a big kiss.
"You doin alright there darlin? You're not sick are you? In a way? What do you mea... you... you're pregnant? Really now? No, no, I'm happy, of course I am. Hey, kids! Get over here, we got some big news to tell you!
Ekko wasn't sure how to take the news at first. Pregnancy was quite risky with the rebellion happening and things with Piltover about to blow up in everyone's faces at any moment.
He will take responsibility of course and he won't make you do anything you don't want, he'll just have to make extra sure that you and the baby are safe. If anything making the world a better place is even more of a priority now, he wants the child to have a bright future ahead.
"Pregnant? Are you sure Firefly. Ah... damn. I didn't mean you would actually... huh? Hey come one you know well enough that Zaun and Piltover are moments away from tearing each other apart. And now... I'm sorry alright? We should have both been more careful. It's not that I don't want to a family with you, of course I do, I just hoped that the world would be a better place when we made that decision. I... I will make it better, we will make it better. For them. For everyone. I promise."
Marcus was quite happy that you're pregnant since the two of you have been trying for a while now.
He was at work when you he was notified that there's an emergency at home. So naturally he raced there as fast as possible. He thought there was something wrong only to welcomed by a big hug and kiss. He was confused before you told him the good news, after that he seemed happier than he'd been in quite some time.
"Sweetheart what's wrong, what's the emergency? Are you alright? Is Ren safe? Are you... mmm... oh ok wow, uh... what, what's going on? Why did you call me if there's no emergency? There is? Well what is it then. Ah... you... we... we're having a baby? You're pregnant? Yes, we have been trying for a while now haven't we? I'm sure Ren's gonna be happy to get a sibling."
Finn never, ever planned to be a father. In fact he went out of his way to avoid that possibility at all cost, even with you.
When you first tell him he's completely silent, he doesn't even pick up his lighter or a cigar. He leaves for a little bit to think about it. When he comes back you can tell that he's had a little Shimmer. You think he'll tell you to get rid of it but instead he pulls you into a hug, his hands running across your stomach as he curses himself for not being careful but promising to see this through with you.
"Sweetcheeks. I missed you too, so what do you say we get rid of these clothes and... what? You're pregnant? It's mine? Well of course it is, I know damn well you haven't been sleeping with other people. Shit. No, look just... just give me a bit ok? Don't go anywhere. Ok, I've had some time to think and... why are you crying? Get rid of it? Why would I make you do that? It's me I'm pissed off at not you. You doll... I won't leave you. I might be a crimelord but I ain't a complete monster. Come here, I'll take care you both. Promise."
LC didn't quite see himself as a family man, at least not starting a family, so the news came as quite a shock.
After he's recovered from the shock though he realizes that he's probably gonna have to work harder to support you and the baby since you're gonna need to take a break from work for a while. But he also wants to be there as much as possible for you and the baby so he always takes days off despite some of his clients not liking that.
"You've been acting a bit strange for the past few days doll. Is everything ok? You have something to tell me? Is it good news or bad? Good? Well lay it on me then. Pregnant? Pregnant. Oh. Uh... alrighty then. Um... well... it's just that... having a family was never in the plan and... honestly I'm a little scared. But I know you are too. And... and I'll be here for you, every step of the way ok? I just... need to let the news wash over me. Haha, yes I think cuddles and kisses will help a lot."
#arcane#arcane x reader#arcane smut#viktor x reader#jayce x reader#silco x reader#vander x reader#ekko x reader#marcus x reader#finn x reader#viktor#jayce talis#jayce talis x reader#local cuisine x reader#silco#vander#ekko#marcus#finn#league of leguends#league of legends x reader#league of legends smut#arcane headcanon#arcane imagines
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Could I request a mind fairy reader x Sky fic? Like she accidentally freaks out whether from a traumatic flashback or something else and she blasts everyone backwards with her telekinesis powers and Sky has to comfort her? Thank you :)
Pairing: Sky of Eraklyon x mind!fairy
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Staring at her shaky hands, Y/N's wide eyes can hardly comprehend what happened. One moment she was smiling, thinking about the dream she had of her longtime crush on Sky and in the next - she can't remember.
She can't remember what brought her to her knees, nor why every sound has dulled around her. Glancing ahead, she can see the frightened looks as a few classmates are helped to their feet. One of them is bleeding, or she thinks. She's not entirely sure as her erratic heartbeat draws her attention.
While she may not recall what's happened, she certainly can't forget the sense of imminent danger taking over her body like a tsunami wave, gripping her insides until she could hardly breathe. Her inhale had stalled inside her lungs, creating a heaviness in her chest that darkened her mind.
A hand on her shoulder causes her to flinch, turning her head to the person who had dared to near her.
Who would be so brave to come closer to an out of control fairy? Who would be so damn stupid to care for her?
"It's just me", she reads from a pair of lips that are achingly familiar.
Swallowing thickly, her eyes shift to dark blue horizons she tends to get lost in. It must be cloudy, she thinks. His eyes are always blue when there's no sunlight. The sunrays bring about a green hue, the kind one would find in early spring as nature awakens. And as such, it awakens her soul as well.
Sky.
It's always going to be Sky. He's the only constant in her life, the sole person who is responsible for her having any control at all.
"Breathe", his voice breaks through the mist - comforting, gentle and caring as is his touch.
With trembling lips, she nods as he sets the rhythm for her to follow - inhale, hold it one second, two seconds, exhale. Guided by Sky, her mind slowly clears and the world around her makes sense once again.
But so does her loss of control.
"I'm sorry", she whispers as her eyes fill with tears. The realization she had hurt people again is digging its claws into her skin, penetrating into her bloodstream to ensure there isn't a single cell in her body unaware of the danger she poses for other students.
Arms wrap around her so tightly almost instantly and despite her mind screaming to run, she can't help but melt into this embrace.
There's nothing comparable with Sky's hug - the pine scent clinging to his body from all his time spent on patrols mixing with the perfume she bought him for his birthday pulls on her heartstrings. She's meant to calm herself, not get frustrated by the fact he's not hers.
"You're doing great", he speaks so softly into her ear and she can feel his voice set her entire body aflame.
Parting, she draws away from him. She'll never be satisfied with pieces of him for she will burn for him until there is none of her left but ashes. She's anything but tame, he only aids the thrill of allowing chaos take over her.
"Let me help you", he outstretches his hand for her to take and she shakes her head lightly.
If she's always counting on him to come to her rescue when her powers are out of control, she will always be volatile.
She will become a villain and one day, he will not be there to comfort her. One day he might be the victim and it won't matter it was an accident. He will be gone and she will be ruined. Her own mother learned that lesson the hard way. It's why she's been afraid to use her powers for so long. No one truly understands the fear her abilities cause. No one can take the trauma of her mother's dying breath out of her memories.
"You can't help me", she furrows her brows as the inkling of a smile upon his lips fades. "I'll destroy you. I don't want that."
"You can't hurt me", he reassures her. "I trust you."
"THAT'S THE PROBLEM!" She stands abruptly, her body tense as she looks down on him. "You assume you're safe, but you're not. No one is. I shouldn't even be at this school!"
Shaking his head, Sky stands too. Grabbing her left wrist, he pulls her up to his chest. Wrapping his free arm around her, he watches her eyes turn purple and he knows she is trying to influence him to let go, to force his hand without a word used but he won't let her.
Mind fairies can't control a strong-willed mind and when she's involved, Sky's mind is iron-made.
"You belong here", he states clearly, "do you hear me?!" Licking his lips, he releases her wrist only to cup her face. His eyes soften as he speaks, "You belong with me." Lips parted, his eyes flicker to the tight line hers are pressed in. "Never doubt that."
"Why do you care", she counters and he grins, unable to pretend.
"Because you're my fairy. I'm sure of it. What am I supposed to do without you?"
"Live", she exclaims.
"What is life without a little danger", he winks before pecking the tip of her nose. Releasing her, he smirks. Turning around, he walks away, leaving her flustered.
"What just happened?"
Part 2
#sky imagine#sky x reader#sky of eraklyon#sky of eraklyon x reader#fate the winx saga#sky fate winx saga#fate the winx saga fanfic#fate the winx saga fic
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InDomitable
Ozpin: DAMN YOU, WHY?! WHY DID YOU KILL THEM?!
Summer: (Pushing Longest Memory off her) I'VE KILLED YOU BEFORE, AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN!
Ruby: ...
Ozpin: You're welcome to try! I won't be killed so easily twi-
Summer: (Grabs his throat, Rips it out) Hah... You always did talk too much...
Ruby: M... Mom..?
Summer: Ruby... We need to talk. It's time I told you the truth. The real truth about who I am and why I'm really here.
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Summer: ...And now it's time for you to join me. Help me prepare this realm for it's time of ascension at the hands of our people.
Ruby: ...
Summer: I... I know this is a lot for you to take in all at once, but soon enough, you'll see... Just give it time and you'll understand why we need to do this. I'm sorry you had to learn this way, but I tried to talk to you earlier. And I know seeing me like this, all covered in the headmaster's blood can be very... unsettling.
Ruby: I... No... No, this... This doesn't make any sense. You love dad. I know you do.
Summer: Ruby, stop. Listen to me. Do you have any idea how long our lifespan as Silver-Eyed Warriors are? The older we get, the slower we age. We're not meant to live among these frail things like humans and faunus. Your father... He's more like a pet. Everything that makes us who we are is so pure, I can create near perfect Silver-Eyes with almost ANY compatible creature. Soon, very soon, you'll be as strong as me. Maybe even stronger, and you'll outlive everyone down there by at LEAST a thousand years! Everyone you know and love down below will die before you even LOOK thirty. You don't belong here. You don't want to watch your friends live and die, do you?
Summer: I know you're confused, and it may even feel wrong, but we... we don't belong here. This world, and these... things are all beneath us. This planet has an invaluable resource sum that would support our race for generations beyond us! With you by my side, we could rule this planet for centuries before we're relocated. Think about it, Ruby; you know this is the right choice. (Shoulder hold) Trust me. This is the only way.
Ruby: (Swats) DON'T TOUCH ME!
Summer: Ruby. Calm down.
Ruby: No, I will NOT calm down! This is insane! You're insane! Just because we're different from everyone else, we're entitled to enslave our friends and families for a bunch of dimension hopping freaks I've never even met?! THIS IS MY LIFE! AND THESE ARE MY PEOPLE!
Summer: Ruby, please. You're not thinking straight. We have a responsibility to our people, to our race. You may not understand now-
Ruby: I DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT YOUR SILVER-EYED WARRIOR BULLSHIT! Even if I live for a million, billion years, I won't let you destroy my home!
Summer: Ruby, you don't understand what I'm saying. I CAN'T LET YOU INTERFERE.
Ruby: I know exactly what you're saying!
Summer: ...
Summer: (Clenches fist) So be it.
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One Silver-Eyed Curb Stomp Through Vale, The Black Sea and Solitas later...
Ruby: (Crashes into an icy crater, Bloodied)
Summer: (Gently floats down, Unscathed) Have you had enough yet? (Pulls Ruby up)
Ruby: Ah... I will beat you.
Summer: (Backhands her into a mountain) I'm ready when you are. (Flies close to her) You're doing this for nothing, you know. Humans and faunus will be advanced in both magic and technology beyond their current standing by thousands of years. They'll be brought up to speed with with every other dimension already conquered. In time, Remnant will be better than it ever could have been without us!
Ruby: (Struggles to her feet) Wh... What if... What if they resist?
Summer: Then they'll die. Down to the last one. But that's why we're here! To keep them from resisting.
Ruby: (Rushes in) I won't let you enslave these people, Mom! It isn't right-
WHAM!
Summer: WHY?!
WHAM!
Summer: WHY?!
WHAM!
Summer: WHY DO YOU KEEP FIGHTING?! WHAT HAS THIS WORLD OFFERED YOU THAT'S ANY BETTER THAN WHAT IT COULD?!
Summer: Whatever you're fighting for right now will be gone in just a hundred years, long before you could ever enjoy it! You're fighting so you can watch everyone around you die!
Summer: THINK, RUBY! THINK! WE get older! WE age slower! YOU will outlive everything and everyone frail in this realm! You'll live to see kingdoms rise and fall! Watch civilization itself crumble to dust! EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE YOU'VE EVER LOVED WILL BE GONE!
Summer: WHAT WILL YOU HAVE AFTER YOU LIVE FIVE HUNDRED YEARS?!
Ruby: ...Y-You, Mom. I'd still have you.
Summer: (Raises fist)
Ruby: Mom..?
Summer: (Hand shakes)
Ruby: ...Mom?
Summer: (Gone, Teardrops in the snow left)
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Can’t feel my face - bllk x fem!Reader N°12
TAGS; 1.9k NSFW CONTENT! MDNI. oral(male receiving).
"SO,"
You seated yourself to the opposite to him, adjusting the expensive silk robe as you threw one leg over the other, a teasing smirk decorating your face as you looked at the man in front of you expectingly. "What are we doing here?"
His eyes subtly looked at the sewed on your chest, the Name 'Mikage' visible in crimson color. His gaze went back to your pure face, taking a sip of the expensive champagne he served the both of you, a sly smirk creeping up his lips. You didn't even notice his name imprinted on the robe. But he must say, the name Mikage really suits you.
"Nothing, nothing." You looked at him confused, leaning forward in your chair after you took a sip of your glass, arms on the table as your head rested in both of your hands. "Just wanted to talk to you, that's all. This is our date."
Your eyes slit in suspicion, humming as a response. This caught Reo's attention, placing down his glass as he slightly pointed his chin in your direction. "How's your new job?"
You let out a low laugh, "Seriously, Reo, I'm not dumb. What is it?" His facade broke, leaning in near you as he took your hand in his, eyes lingering on your ring finger, finger gently stroking it. "I want to help you."
Your face twisted in skepticism, looking down at your intertwined hands. "I know how you're struggling with your rent getting higher and," How the hell? "And I just feel like-" "How'd you know?" His eyes widened as you removed your hand, placing it in your lap, sitting upright.
He let out a huff before explaining himself. "It's my property." It was silent until you let out a huff in disbelief. You lived in there, paying rent to one of the richest men in the country, while you were barely holding yourself above water? What a fucking joke. "Oh wow."
His lips formed a thin line, knowing what thoughts rush through your head. "I know that this is surprising and all, but that's business. I'm sorry I just told you. I was just trying to explain it to you and prevent any misunderstandings."
Business. Fuck that shit. Was that the reason he brought you here? To tell you to move out? Well, at least he got a bite out of you, right? Damn those rich bastards.
"So what you're saying is-" Your lips closed at the sound of keys jiggling, Reo's hand presenting a key to you, confusion clouding your mind. Is this?-
"It's what you think it is. A house key. Your house key." you looked at him, perplexed and unable to understand what he was getting at. He chuckled, shoving the key in your direction along the table, purple orbs starring at yours. "I'll arrange everything, you don't need to think about anything else but your new apartment." Your what?
"Reo, I can't possibly-" He hushed you, shaking his head in disagreement. "It's in the city center, near your working place. It's bigger than where you're living at right now, big floor-length windows, luxury built-in kitchen, and much more. It's all yours."
"Are you crazy? How am I supposed to afford that? And don't tell me you already bought it or something." He looked at you, a nervous smile decorating his handsome face as he let out a nervous chuckle. "Well about that..."
"You, Reo Mikage, are unbelievable." He laughed at that, amused by your expression. Your smile soon turned into a soft expression, looking at him in a serious manner. "But why?"
"Why?" He waved your question off. "It's not like it cost the world for me. Also," His hand took yours again, causing you to look at him as his gaze wandered between your face. "Y/N, I-" He what? Loved you? He didn't quite know himself.
He had never felt like this, so normal. Once, someone talked with him because he is Reo, not because he is the billionaire heir Mikage. It was different. "You're dear to me. I know, we don't know each other for that long, but-" I know you're the one, Y/N. "But I just wanted to give you a little treat for working so well. You really do a great job at Blue lock, and I couldn't imagine anyone else in your place." Great Reo. Talk about business again, that's how you let her know your feelings, you Idiot.
"I'm really flattered, boss." Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, flashing you a genuine smile, only for it to fall flat at the sound of his phone ringing. He flashed you an apologetic look. "I know. Business." He bit back a smile at that, answering the phone.
"Hello?" You couldn't catch anything but slight fragments the person on the other line was saying, something about an important meeting' and 'now'. "It's almost four in the morning, and you expect me to catch a flight to Norway? Now?"
You fidget with your fingers as you listened to the conversation, a small pout on your lips as you realized you might have to go home now.
He ended the call with a defeated sigh, spitting out curses under his breath. You restored your comprehension, earning tons of apologies in return as he got up from his seat.
"You can stay the night. I'll get someone to drive you to your new apartment tomorrow. Your stuff will be there by evening at the latest. You can stay off work that day." You nodded, still in a daze about everything, as Reo approached you, planting a kiss on your temple.
"We'll probably not see each other for a while. I'll drop by and see how you settled into your new home, alright?" You nodded, heat rising up your face at his action, bidding him goodbye.
"I'll miss you." This made the man in a hurry stop his movements, head snapping back to where you sat. He quickly moved back to you in a hurry, capturing your mouth in a heartfelt kiss, his eyes squinted together.
"Me too." He said in a low whisper after letting go of you, leaving you in your seat perplexed as he hurried to his flight.
【☆】★【☆】
"Nagi?" You looked at the man who stood before the entrance of the mansion perplexed, slight traces of sleep still visible on your face. He lightly laughed at the sight, hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Good morning, doll."
He was quick to clear up your confusion, explaining how close Reo and him are, so close even that Reo entrusted him with you. He leads you to the car, telling you that all your stuff already got moved to the apartment, waiting for you to be unpacked.
"Is anyone else there or just you? Maybe Ryusei?"
He huffed at that, turning around the corner to drive to the apartment, brushing off the fact that you call his rival by his first name. "God no. I wouldn't have picked you up then. Sorry, doll. Nothing personal."
You were curious about Nagi's and Shidou's relationship and how it turned out that way. Did they have a fight once? You couldn't help but ask. "He's the biggest pain in the ass you could ask for." You chuckled at that, his eyes swiftly moving to take a quick look at your smile, his lips threatening to smile too. "That guy is just hellaaaa jealous I get to chill all day. He's probably working a 9 to 5 right now."
Another laugh came from you, biting your lip in an attempt to stop it. "Don't be so mean to him now." His head turned at that. "Oh? So he already got to your head, huh?" His voice was meant to come out sarcastic, but a tint of jealousy was noticeable.
You shrugged playfully, looking out the window. "You should look at the road, you know." His eyes slightly widened, gaze flickering back onto the road as he took one hand from his lap to wipe it across his face.
He was trying to play everything off and act cool, but he can't lie, the memories with you were still heavy on his mind. He thought about you all day and almost fell from his bed in excitement when he got a call from Reo that night, telling him to pick you up. If it was up to him, he would've driven to Reo's place at the moment he rang him up.
"You alright there?" He cleared his throat, heart beating in his chest as he reassured you he was fine. You were still suspicious, and it really pleased you to tease the young man, his reactions were always hilarious.
"You're still thinking about yesterday? Getting all worked up over a hand job is crazy." A choked-out laugh was heard from him at your question, car stopping at a red light. "Are you trying to do something, doll?"
Your innocent act made his body fill with excitement, snapping out of his mind once he heard someone honk behind him, urging him to continue driving.
" I'm crazy over you, that's for sure." You let a shit-eating grin creep up your features, turning your head to look out the window.
Those past weeks were exciting and something you never thought you would experience. It's something else to get so much attention from so many different but handsome men. You couldn't complain, you were about to have a stable, no- a fucking great income and a perfect home. And men drooling over you.
And Sae? It's done. This is your time now to enjoy. And you sure as heck would. Of course, your feelings for him were still there and there was no denying that you loved him but, some distraction wouldn't hurt.
Or would it?
"Say, do you want to inaugurate my new apartment with me?" He grinned at that, sparing you a quick glance before turning back to the road. "Just the two of us? Don't you usually do that with more people present? Or do you got something planned already?"
You chuckled at his suspicion, your hand resting on top of his thigh in a teasing manner, his change in demeanor not going unnoticed by you. "I want to thank you for helping me, that's all."
【☆】★【☆】
"Fuckkk." Nagi's head flew back, hitting the headrest of the covered couch, crinkling of the plastic barely drowning out the sinful gagging sounds from you, your head bopping at a steady pace, hand fondling his balls.
"Just like that- shittt, gonna cum, doll." You hummed around his length, tongue swirling around his tip, grin adoring your features as you look up at him, taking in his pent-up form.
His fingers brushed through your hair, taking hold of your head as he stuttered up into your mouth, a strangled moan leaving his lips as his abs tensed up, cum threatening to spurt out in mere seconds.
Your other hand clawed into his clothed thigh as your throat clamped down on his length, brows furrowed in concentration as you choked around his thick cock.
The grip of his hand tightened as his thighs tensed up. "shitshitshit." He reached his climax with one more flick of your tongue, hips bucking up and holding your head down as he bit his lip in pure ecstasy, deep growl flying past his lips.
His cum shot out in strings and down your throat, as you swallowed it whole, tongue lapping up remnants of it from his slit, flashing him an innocent look up right after.
His hand flew to his face while he caught his breath, hodded eyes, eyeing your form, breathy laugh escaping him.
"Home sweet home."
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"Check it out, man," Johnny pointed, the three of you closing in on the entrance to the old building, courtesy of the directions a local farmer gave.
"The church," Pony nodded.
You entered, your face falling as you realized the place was infested with cobwebs and spiders, not to mention dusty beyond belief, and a couple of rabbits hiding around, too.
Suddenly, something screeched, swooping down from the rafters and flying out the door.
"What was that?!" You jumped, frantically looking around.
"Just an owl," Pony stated, taking off Dally's coat and placing it down on the ground, Johnny laying on top of it.
Pony laid his head on a square rock, and you sat down next to him, nervously fiddling with a button on Johnny's jacket.
"Guys..." Pony started.
"Yeah," you and Johnny answered.
"Y'all all right?"
"All right as I can be," you sighed, pulling your knees up to your chest.
After a while of not hearing Johnny's response, the two of you turned to the boy, only to see that he was out like a light.
"Figures," you nodded, "He did stay up the whole ride."
"Yeah," Pony nodded, shifting to at least try and get comfy, "Man, this floor sure is hard."
"Get some rest, Pone," you assured, showing him a faint smile, "I'll keep watch."
The boy nodded, finally settling and shutting his eyes.
Which left you alone with your thoughts for the first time in the past couple days.
Something dangerous.
'I shouldn't have brought these boys with me. They surely woulda gotten off scott-free if they stayed. They didn't do nothin' wrong.'
You sighed, turning to face Johnny and letting your hands find place in his hair, massaging it in the way you knew he liked, his face visibly relaxing, even in sleep.
"I'm sorry, Johnny," you apologized, "I don't think you know how much I mean that. This was my mess. This is my fault. It ain't have anything to do with you or Pony."
You looked up at the ceiling, watching the first rays of morning light hit the run-down place, sunlight seeping in through the cracks and holes of the old wood.
"I must be the most selfish person in the world. I want to tell y'all to leave, go somewhere far away, but I just can't. I can't bear to be away from you two."
You scoffed, an empty laugh making you come clean.
"Who am I kiddin'? I can't bear to be away from you, Johnny Cade."
You stopped your hand for a moment, an idea suddenly coming to mind.
'If you really feel so bad, then make it up to them. You got the cash. Pick up some stuff from the store. A couple necessities, sure, but some stuff that they'll really like.'
You smiled, truly, for the first time in what felt like years, before standing up, about to run out the church.
But you stopped yourself, turning around and crouching to Johnny's level.
"I'll be right back, Johnnycake," you whispered, tucking a stray tuft of hair behind his ear and placing a kiss on his cheek.
Once that was settled, you stood back up, quickly and quietly making your way out of the church.
𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆
"Maybe I shoulda brought one a them. Might've helped by carry this box. Weighs a damn ton," you grumbled, walking into the entrance of the church, a box full of groceries in hand...or hands.
You had gone by yourself so you couldn't get multiple bags, resorting to stuffing everything you could in the crate.
The second you stepped over the threshold, you were bombarded by two sleepy teens, one relieved and one frantic.
"There you are! Where did you go?!" Johnny exclaimed, running over and tackling you in a hug, holding you tight and placing a hand behind your neck to pull you closer.
"I thought you'd hightailed it! Or some-someone took you last night! Man, you had me worried! Don't do that again, ya hear? Or at least leave a note."
'That was smart. Probably shoulda done that.'
You glowed red, putting down the crate on an old table so you could reciprocate the hug.
"Sorry, Johnnycake. Didn't mean to spook you," you apologized, him pulling back to see your smile.
"It's alright," he smiled back, your grin infectious.
Pony rolled his eyes, "Don't keep us waitin', (y/n/n). Show us the haul," he asked, excitedly.
"Of course," you nodded, starting to unpack the box, "All right, I got a loaf of bread, and a week's supply of bologna here. Some peanut butter."
You smirked, pulling out a book and handing it to the boy.
"Gone With the Wind? How'd you know I always wanted Gone With the Wind?" He smiled, looking down at its cover.
"I remembered you sayin' somethin' about it once. The three of us went to see that movie, remember?" You answered, pulling out some other things, "Figured you could read that out loud...help kill time or somethin'."
"Thanks a lot, (y/n/n)."
"Don't worry 'bout it, man," you smiled, going back to the groceries, "Anyway, got some cigarettes, a deck of cards-." "Peroxide?" He chimed once again, looking down at the bottle quizzically.
"And..." you turned to them, holding up a pair of hair-cutting scissors.
The two looked at you shocked, almost offended, at your insinuation.
"You ain't thinkin'-." "We're gonna cut our hair," you finished, going back to unloading everything.
"You're gonna bleach yours."
"No."
"They'll have our descriptions in the papers. We can't fit 'em, man."
"No, sir, you ain't touchin' my hair."
"They do it, anyway. First thing a judge does is make ya cut your hair."
"I don't see why..." Johnny grumbled to himself.
"I ain't got the funniest, either. Probably a way to break us or somethin'," you shrugged, whipping out the scissors and walking over to Pony, "Now, I'm gonna cut Johnny's off, too, and wash all the grease out."
"And what about you?" Johnny cocked a brow.
"The rule's different for girls. I can't just go bald-headed," you explained, "My hair grows real quick, so I'll just grow it out."
"You're makin' me bald-headed?! Now you definitely ain't touchin' my hair," Pony scoffed.
"I was exagerratin', Pony, I'm not gonna make you bald. It's hair, man, it'll grow back," you sighed, resting an annoyed hand on your hip.
He let out a deep breath, before finally caving, "Go 'head."
You smiled, starting your work quickly.
"Ow! Not so rough, (y/n/n)," he winced at one of your tugs.
"Quit gabbin'. I gotta hurry up and get this done so I can start on the bleach," you waved off.
𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆
Two haircuts and a bleach later, and the boys were new men.
Though you couldn't say Ponybody was too happy about it, he called it a Halloween costume.
But now that your looks were in order, the three of you had nothing but time to kill, and for the first few days, you all tried nearly every method under the sun.
Reading, hunting, poker, talking, cooking, eating, smoking, you name it.
And throughout all those activities, you and Johnny had become attached at the hip, practically doing everything together.
It was also recent news that Johnny had become considerably touchy.
He always had an arm around your waist, or a hand in yours, or even a leg thrown over your lap.
It was making you feel a certain type of way, and you nearly burst yesterday when he pulled you in by your waist to whisper a joke Pony told him in your ear.
So on this day, you decided to sit in the wheat field behind the church and watch the sunset, to help clear your head and your heart in order to come up with a plan of action.
And you would've succeeded, too, had it not been for the boy in question who walked out to join you.
"Y'know, Dally said that would shouldn't stick our noses out," Johnny teased, sitting himself right next to you.
You smiled, looking out into the horizon, "Yeah, well, I figured one time wouldn't hurt. So long as I'm careful."
"Course," he nodded, turning to look at what you were looking at.
The both of you sat there in uncomfortable silence, praying that someone would do something or say something to ease the atmosphere.
And rest assured, it wasn't just you feeling this way.
Johnny had been practically eating away at himself for the past week.
While sitting in the train car, no one to talk to but himself, he began to realize that life is short.
Bob was alive one minute and dead the next, just like that.
What's to say something like that could happen to him? Or you?
He'd never forgive himself if he died without telling you how he's truly felt, how he's felt since junior high.
Or worse, you find someone else before he can.
He nearly gagged in his mouth.
The thought alone made him sick to his stomach.
"Have I made uncomfortable this week, (y/n/n)? I know I never really asked about it...which I probably shoulda...but I noticed you've been distant. So, I wanted to know if you wanted me to stop," he asked maturely, though glowing with embarrassment as he was just realizing he hadn't asked your permission to touch you so much.
"Oh, no, not at all," you assured with smile, resting your hand on his, "Quite the opposite, actually."
His ears perked at that last part.
"Opposite?" He asked.
"Y'know," you started, quickly changing the subject, "When I...stabbed Bob...his face got me thinkin'."
Johnny cocked a brow at the sudden tone switch, "His face?"
"Yeah, his face," you nodded, turning to him, "Sure, he looked surprised, and scared, too. But there was something else, a tiny flash. ....It was regret, Johnny. Bob died with regret."
Johnny nodded, finally picking up what you were putting down.
"I don't wanna die like that, with that look on my face. I wanna live knowin' that I said everything I wanted to say, and did everything I wanted to do."
"There somethin' you tryna tell me, (y/n/n)?" Johnny asked, looking you dead in the eyes.
Turning to him quickly, your breath quickened, and those three words were right there on the tip of your tongue, ready to say.
"I.........." you didn't even finish the sentence.
You pulled him in by his shirt, since you still had on his jacket, and smashed your lips into his, him easing into it almost instantly.
You rested your hands on each side of his face, keeping him in place as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you even closer.
The kiss was electric, and while very uncoordinated and eager, it felt like liquid fire was coursing through your veins, pushing you forward.
The two of you shifted to your knees, you sitting up on top of him and tilting your head in order to get the angle, deepening the kiss even further.
Johnny gripped you even tighter, fearful he would simply float away if he didn't keep himself grounded.
With your touch burning his skin and your scent flooding his nostrils, he felt like he was higher than the clouds, like this was heaven on earth.
You washed over him like a wave of calm, the rhythm of the kiss lulling his anxiety filled mind, until the only thing he could think about was why on earth he didn't do this sooner.
The two of you broke free from the kiss, taking a break for air, while still holding tight onto each other.
You rested your forehead on his, panting, as you stared into those gorgeous baby browns.
And he smiled, taking a moment to gaze into your deep (e/c) ones with a look that was nothing short of adoring.
"I lo-." "Jesus Christ! This is what y'all were doing out here?!" Ponyboy exclaimed from the top of the hill, completely interrupting what Johnny was about to say.
You two quickly threw yourselves off each other, red in the face as you looked in opposite directions, hoping that would help with the embarrassment.
"At least do that inside. You're gonna catch somethin' in the grass..." he grumbled, turning around to walk back into the church.
Your eyes shot wide, and you snapped your head over to the boy, "Wait a minute, what didya think we were-?!" "Don't wanna think about it!"
"Pony, we weren't-!" "M'not listenin'!"
You shook your head, covering your face with your hands
'I'll never face that boy again.'
𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆
After a couple days of not talking, the three of you decided to put the events of said day behind by waking up early to see the sunrise.
And if you thought sunrises were beautiful in the city, well, they ain't got nothing on a sunrise out in the country.
"Golly, that sure was pretty, huh?" Johnny smiled.
"Yeah," Ponyboy nodded.
"It's like the mist is what's pretty, you know? All gold and silver."
"Too bad it cant't stay like that all the time," you sighed.
A quizzical face suddenly came onto Pony, as if he was remembering something, "Nothing gold can stay."
"Huh?" Johnny asked, turning to him.
"Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her leaf's a flower, but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay," Pony recited, thoughtfully.
"That was beautiful," you smiled, turning to the boy, "Where'd you learn it?"
"Yeah. S'what I meant," Johnny agreed.
You cocked a brow, looking him with a smirk, "Yeah, right. You ain't that deep."
"Am too. I'm as deep as they get," he smirked back, giving you a little look.
"Robert Frost wrote it," Pony answered, "I always remembered it 'cause I never quite knew what he meant by it."
You smiled, taking a deep breath and allowing yourself to truly hear the sounds of nature.
The birds chirping, the cicadas buzzing, the squirrels chittering.
Nature was truly a wonder.
You forget that a lot in the city
"Y'know, I never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about 'em," Johnny started, turning to Ponyboy, "S'almost like they were never there before."
"Yeah," he nodded, "I don't think I could ever tell Steve or Two Bit, or even Darry 'bout the clouds or sunset. Just you two and Sodapop. ...Maybe Cherry Valance."
You smirked at the mention of the girl, Johnny sharing it.
"Guess we're different, huh?"
"Shoot, yeah. Maybe they are," Pone smiled, walking back down the hill.
𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆
"Hey, lovebirds," a familiar New York accent smirked, kicking the pew you and Johnny were sleeping on.
"Hey, Dally," you yawned, sitting up and stretching your arms.
"Rise and shine, Blondie," he greeted Pony as well, ruffling his hair, "Wake up."
"How ya been, Dal?" Pony sighed, kicking out his legs to sit upright, "How's Soda doin'?"
"Hey, Dallas, how are ya?" Johnny smiled, moving from under you to sit up, too, "Are the fuzz after us? Ya hear anything?"
"Wait, one thing at a time. You guys hungry? Wanna get somethin' to eat. I'm starving, man," he asked, leaning up against the door frame.
"You're starved? Try bologna for four days," you scoffed.
"You picked it out," Pony waved you off.
"Didn't think I was gonna get sick of it so fast," you defended.
"Wait, wait, wait a minute, stop the presses," Dally halted, narrowing his eyes at you.
The three of you turned to look at each other in confusion.
Dally quickly walked up to you, turning your cheek to open up your neck and reveal the large, dark purple hickey that lay bright and open for anyone to see.
You and Johnny might've decided to finish what you started a couple days ago, but it never went any further than a smooch.
Though you were surprised you didn't notice the damned thing, didn't even remember him giving it to you.
He looked to Johnny, then to you, then to Johnny again, the both of you too red and embarrassed to meet his eyes.
The dots finally connected and he let out a celebratory howl.
"Yes! Yes! Finally, Jesus Christ!" He caught himself, quickly pausing his celebration, "Wait, who made the first move?"
You and Johnny turned to each other, silently debating on whether or not to tell him, before finally caving.
"She did," Johnny sighed.
"YES! I gotta tell Soda the good word. Two's payin' up big time," he cheered again.
You turned dark red, popping the collar of Johnny's jacket to hide the source of your embarrassment.
"Have you guys...y'know," Dally smirked, making an O with his hand and sticking his finger through it, "Done what birds and bees do?"
"For God's sake, Dally!" Johnny exclaimed, red as a beet.
"Yes, they did!" Pony chimed, disgusted, "Outside!"
"Outside?!" Dally gasped, shocked, "You guys are a freaky bunch, ain't ya?"
"We didn't!" Johnny groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Johnny, take that revolver and put two right between my eyes," you mumbled into your hands, covering your face in embarrassment, "The police don't hafta worry 'bout me no more."
"Anyways," Dally smiled, changing the subject as he pulled out a cigarette, "Got a special delivery for a Ponyboy Curtis. Here, man."
"Who's this from?" Pony asked, taking the letter and inspecting it.
"The President of the United States of America."
"Yeah, right."
"I'm serious, man," Dal joked, taking a hit, "It's from your brother, Sodapop."
"How'd he know I was here?" Pone asked.
"I told 'im I didn't know where you were, but he didn't believe me. He really wanted me to give that to you, man," Dally explained.
As Pony read the letter, Johnny raked a nervous hand through his hair, standing up from the pew, "Hey, Dal, what's goin' on with the cops, man? You hear anything?"
"Yeah, how come you got hauled in?" You asked.
"Those boys down at the station know me by now. While I was there, they kinda beat it out of me that you guys were," he chuckled, "headin' to Texas. They think you guys are in Texas. Texas, man. God."
The three of you turned to each other, smiling, as you got yourselves ready to go.
This situation really might be behind you.
You guys could finally go back to how things were.
You working at the DX, hanging out with Johnny and Pony on the weekends, watching cartoons over at the Curtis house with the rest of the gang.
You practically squealed at the thought.
"Look at this guy and his hair, man. I can't believe that. Look at 'im," Dally smiled, staring at Pony as he put on his coat, "Blondie, man."
"I know I look lousy, but don't rub it in," Pony grumbled, starting off out the door.
Dally sighed, rolling his shoulders before starting off after him, "You guys wanna get somethin' to eat?"
"Hey, you better believe it," you smiled, jumping off the pew and following after him.
"Let's get out of here," Johnny cheesed, throwing an arm around your shoulder and walking out the church with you, hand in hand.
𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆
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One last warmth
A Sunflower in full bloom au belong to @abloomingsunflower Yeah- I got motivation out nowhere so here we go 💀
Crescent is taking a nap until Angst dunked a bucket of snow on him.
"Ah— Cold!"
"that's what you get for skipping the lesson again." Said Angst. "Why do you keep doing this, father will be upset and who knows he might eliminate you."
"he won't, he don't have to guts to kill me anyway." Crescent sighed. "I'm planning to leave this place, Angst. There's no point of me studying to become the heir and fight with you."
"Leave...? No you can't leave. You're supposed to stay here with me and live quietly. We're twins, Crest. You can't live without me." groaned Angst.
"That's the part you don't know about me. Don't you see it? Despite being twins, we're like strangers." Said Crescent.
"then tell me, why do you want to leave. It's not because of me right? I did what you told me, pretend to be a good son. What else I need to do?!"
"No it's not about you.. It's just I got a dream."
Angst was dumbfounded by Crescent response. Crescent then sighed and invite Angst to sit next to him.
"In that dream... You were killed by father to protect mother. We were so young and no one want to bury you." Crescent began to tell the details about his dream to Angst. "we both were thrown in the dungeon, Father wanted you to rot and expected me to take this as a lesson not to be like you. Yet... In that dream, I found a way out from the dungeon and I brought you the light kingdom, asking for help."
"did... You find help?" asked Angst.
Crescent smiles gently and pat Angst on his back.
"indeed I did. It was lord Dream who helped me, he taught me how to pray and taught me that emotions is not a weakness rather a blessing." Said Crescent. "I was very happy living with the Lord, Angst. He treat me like I'm his own son and appointed me to be the high priest... And I want it to be reality in this world."
"b-but it's just a dream. There's no way a mighty person like him will accept bastard children like us." Angst rolled his eyes. "If he's like that, he already save us long time ago but he didn't."
"Come on Angst, look at the bright side for once can you? I was happy, isn't that what important?" Crescent frown. "We... We can run away from here and ask for help from the right person. Father won't try to find us, I promise."
"Then what...? After we run away, what can I do? What is my purpose after running away, Crest." Angst response with a sigh. "You can't just expect me to follow you, I'll be useless forever and watch over that damn little girl take the throne just because she is favoured by everyone."
"Angst..." Crescent sighed and hug his twin brother. "Look, if you don't want to follow me, it's okay. You can be the king, I'll convince everyone to like you to take the throne okay? If that's really your only purpose then I'll support you."
"... Thank you." Angst smile faintly. "I don't think I'll be fine when you're gone though. Who know what I might do-"
"Don't turn into a full sociopath for God sake-"
"I don't believe in God."
"Right- of course...- I don't know what the future might hold for you but I need you to stay away from father. Even if you said you hate him, I know deep down you wanted his recognition... Plus you always listen to him anyway-" Said Crescent.
"Not my fault I don't have anyone to talk to expect for our family." He frowns.
"Haha... You know in that dream I leave when I turned 18 but I really want to leave now and experience my childhood." Said Crescent. "So you better promise me not to hurt Artemis. I know you don't like her but for me, please pretend that you're a good older brother. I don't believe father that much and I'm afraid he'll bring bad influence- So can you teach Artemis every kindness I taught you?"
"... Ugh I hate when you use the twin privilege..- fine whatever, I'll do it." he sighed. "I'm going to miss you."
"Awe... I'll miss you too. Also can you keep mother away from me? I'm afraid she might kill me one day."
"Now you're asking too much—" Angst pushed Crescent away. "Fine fine. Whatever, I'll try whatever I can."
"Thanks Angst! You're the best brother ever!" Crescent smiles happily and lay down on the snow. "Come on, let's take a nap. Don't mind the lesson."
"I really can't say no to that face." He sighed and lay down next to Crescent. "I'm going to regret this for sure-"
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Teenage Dirtbag (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader) Part 6.5?
a/n: so this is honestly just filler (which is why it's so SHORT) before the part of the fic that takes place during the beginning of homecoming. i dont see the point in writing for the rest of civil war when realistically this is as far as reader would be involved. also not using (y/n) bc i dont like it anymore :D
warnings: arguing?? but it's kind of funny, reader being very much tony's daughter and repressing very real and important emotions
pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5
word count: 730 (augh its so short im sorry, next chapter will be the normal length dw )
"Ross wants you in juvie, and honestly, I can't totally blame him! You were assisting war criminals. War. Criminals."
The teen groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose and trying to lean as far away from the boy sitting next to her, wondering why the hell he chose to sit right there when there was an entire private plane for him to roam. "Why didn't you have this conversation with me before I left?" She whispered angrily, adjusting the phone in her hand to speak directly into the microphone.
Regardless of where Peter sat, he would've heard Tony's yapping through the phone in response to being interrupted during a lecture.
"Oh I'm sorry my scolding doesn't line up with your schedule young lady, but this is the only time I could fit in to talk to you, what between all the meetings I'm having in an attempt to keep you out of jail!"
"Can't you, I don't know- tell them I happened to be going for a-... a nice stroll? Walked into the crossfire by mis-" She stumbled over her words, eyes darting to Peter who snorted at her idea before she even finished. He quickly cleared his throat, head turning away so quickly she thought he might've pulled something.
Tony brought his palm up to his forehead, some measly attempt to soothe his growing migraine, "This is not a joke, we're talking about you potentially doing prison time-"
"I've hardly done anything deserving a real charge Dad, they just think I'm going to do something and I obviously won't, seeing as my team of 'war criminals' are in fucking Alcatraz-"
"One, you need to watch your damn language and two, you think I don't know that? Of course I think these allegations are a load of bullshit, it doesn't make it any easier to shut them down." Tony sighed, checking the time on his phone before bringing it back to his ear. "Listen, I have to go, call me when you land and don't let Happy fall asleep. Can't have you two teenagers unsupervised on my private plane."
She glanced at Happy's snoring figure on the other side of the jet, "Yeah, sure, he's wide awake. Love you, bye." She deadpanned, hanging up before Tony could finish reciprocating the sentiment.
She may have forced a mask of indifference, even carelessness, when faced with the consequences but behind all that, her brain felt like a fucking circus. A circus with multiple tornado sirens going off, fires and mass hysteria. Oh, and every clown wore her face. Her stupid, 'rebel against dad' at any chance, war criminal assisting face. She'd rather end up in prison than have to face her dad again. What if he never forgives her for this, what if he never moves on, what if this isn't like every other time she's done something stupid, this could change the course of her li-
"You're not.. actually gonna go to jail, right?" Peter interrupted her raging thoughts, giving her quite the worried stare.
She sighed, fiddling with her phone, "No, he would never let that happen. Not with his troupe of lawyers. I'll get let off with a 'hefty warning'," She emphasized with air quotes, "AKA forty torturous minutes of Cap telling me how I need to make better choices. Though he's stuck in the clink right now so I don't know."
She tried to hide the slight shake to her voice, how it sounded more like she was convincing herself rather than explaining it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Don't tell Mr. Stark I said this but uh- Y'know, he's Captain America, he'll probably break out of there in no time."
She slowly turned her head to look at him, slowly letting a smile break out across her face. "Yeah, maybe. He's pretty crazy. Suuuch a rebellious guy, very anti-government."
Peter shrugged with a hopeful smile, "I don't know, this whole thing started over him not wanting to sign a peace treaty, that seems extremely anti-government."
"I guess you're right Parker, as always." She grinned, ignoring his flushed cheeks at her compliment and letting her eyes drift to Happy.
"You got a marker?"
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