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wzrd-wheezes · 11 months

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Our Band. Part 1

Remus Lupin x Reader Band AU

AN - hello i've been absolutely itching to write this fic since I started thinking about it. I'm sorry if not a great deal happens in this part but I just wanted to set the characters up for the next parts. Pls let me know your thoughts and if you would like another part of this because I have lot of ideas.

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Part 2

The rain pattered against the windows of the coffee shop; it had been storming outside for most of the day and the place had been rammed with people stowing inside to escape the weather. As the day dwindled away, so did most of the customers leaving the café almost empty as it neared midnight. Y/N was working a late shift and was currently busying herself wiping down the counter and listening to the radio that was humming lowly in the background. She snapped to attention as the bell above the door jingled as someone walked in. She recognised the man as one of her regulars who often came to the coffee shop late at night. His hair was plastered to his forehead from the rain, and he ran his hand through it, ruffling it up as he walked to the counter.

“Hey. What can I get for you?” Y/N asked, tying her apron around her waist. The man looked up, a smile forming on his lips.

“A black coffee, please.” his voice came out a bit husky and he coughed to clear his throat, “could you put some extra sugar in it? A lot?” Y/N nodded and turned around to make him his drink. She handed it to him and told him his total. He handed her a note and when she gave him his change, he quickly dropped it into the tip jar that sat on the counter.

“What are you doing working so late, anyway?” he asked, leaning against the counter and taking a sip of his coffee.

“I prefer doing the late shifts.” Y/N shrugged, wiping up some coffee that had spilled onto the side, “not many people like doing them but I love them.”

“I understand completely. Can’t beat the peace at this time of night. Just you and the coffee machine – and all the drunk blokes that come in to get a coffee to sober up before they go home to their wives.” The man chuckled sarcastically. Y/N let out a laugh.

“They’re harmless. What are you doing out this late then?”

“That’s a great question.” he said, “I couldn’t sleep.” his voice was a bit raspy, and he ran a hand through his hair.

“Ah, yes, coffee – the perfect remedy for someone struggling to sleep.” she joked, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Mhm. A black coffee with four teaspoons of sugar at two in the morning seemed like an appropriate cure.” He deadpanned.

“Seems like a solid choice to me. Absolutely normal in my opinion.”

“Absolutely normal.” he confirmed, “What’s your name by the way? You never introduced yourself,”

“It’s Y/N,” she pointed to her name badge that was pinned to her apron and laughed.

“Well. It’s nice to meet you Y/N. I can’t believe that with all the times I’ve come in here I’ve never once asked for your name.” he took another sip of his coffee, “I’m Remus. I’m sure that you’ll remember me.”

“You’ll forever be remembered as that bloke that came in at two in the morning and ordered a black coffee with four sugars.” Y/N joked, “Maybe I’ll ask my boss to name a drink after you on the menu.” She saw Remus’s eyes light up when she said that.

“I’m obviously joking.” she quickly added. Remus’s clutched his chest dramatically, faking being hurt. He leaned further onto the counter, resting his chin on one hand and holding his coffee cup in the other. The neon lights overhead illuminated his face, the shadows from his eyelashes casting crescent moon shapes onto his cheeks. His soft brown eyes looked tired, and he had dark smudges under his eyes – remnants of many late nights. Remus swilled the last bit of coffee around in his cup before drinking it.

“I know, I know, I’m irresistible. It’s hard not to remember me.” a smirk played on his lips. His eyes danced lightly, twinkling beneath the fluorescent lighting.

“I genuinely cannot tell if you’re joking or if you’re really that full of yourself.”

“Oh, it’s a bit of both. It’s called confidence, Y/N. I’m sure you’ve heard of it before.” he mocked.

“And you seem to have bags of it.”

“You seem to like it.” he shrugged, “You haven’t looked away since I entered, love.”

“Yeah, only ‘cause you’ve been stood here bothering me,” she quipped, “Now, do you need anything else, or can I get on with my job?”

“Another black coffee and then I’ll leave you alone.” he held his hands up defensively.

He stayed true to his word, as soon as she handed him his coffee he retreated to a table in the corner of the room. He sank down into a chair, propping his boot clad feet on the chair opposite him, the battered leather resting against the plush material. He shrugged off his leather jacket that was still damp from the storm and draped it over the chair. His hair fell messily around his face, some pieces curling up slightly as they dried from the rain. Every now and then he took a sip from his coffee, humming a tune softly under his breath.

Remus must have sat there for a while, staring at the raindrops that raced down the window, completely in his own world. He only looked up when a familiar voice called out his name and smacked him playfully on the back.

“There you are, Moony!” a dark-haired man spoke, appearing suddenly behind him, breaking Remus out of his trance, “I told you that he would be here, James!”

“Sirius, what the fuck are you doing here?” Remus asked, his head whipping around to look at his friends. Sirius and James plopped themselves down on the sofa next to the armchair that Remus was sat in, the girl that was with them, perched herself on James’s knee. All four of them looked tired. Sirius was eyeing up the coffee that Remus was sipping.

“Hey, Moony. Can I?” Sirius pointed to the coffee cup, his fingers itching to grab it. Remus raised his eyebrow and his lips pulled into a slight grimace.

“No.” he said firmly.

“Why so sour?” Sirius asked, his eyes looking at Remus and then darting around the coffee shop for a clue as to why he was being grumpy. “Oh my god. Did the pretty barista girl turn you down?”

James snickered and the girl slapped him on the arm to shut him up.

“Oh, sod off.” Remus rolled his eyes, dragging his coffee cup away from Sirius’s outstretched fingers, “I didn’t even ask her out for starters.”

“C’mon, mate. She’d definitely want you.” Sirius said in a teasing fashion, his voice a bit more hushed than before.

“Oh my god, Remus.” that girl that was sat on James’s lap spoke, “what if you’re losing your charm!”

“Shut up, Lily.” Remus snapped, shooting her a look. The red-haired girl was unphased and just let out a laugh at her friends' grumpy behaviour. Remus drummed his fingers against the arm of his chair.

Y/N couldn’t hear their conversation from where she was working but she looked over when she heard the group laugh. Sirius’ face grew red when he caught Y/N looking at the group.

“Shit. She’s staring at us, mate.” Sirius whispered.

Remus smirked, “No, really? I never would have guessed that.” he mumbled sarcastically. He glanced up at Y/N who was now making her way over to their table. Remus raised his eyebrows, taking a sip of his drink as he watched her approach.

“Can I get you guys anything?” Y/N asked. The boys fell quiet. Remus’s eyes were on her, his coffee cup halfway to his lips. It seemed like he wanted to say something, a small smile on his lips. Yet, he didn’t. As he glanced at his friends, his fingers gripped his cup, his knuckles whitening as he squeezed it. Sirius looked at James with a panicked expression on his face.

“Yeah, I'll just get a latte, please. Seen as Remus is paying.” James grinned cheekily and looked at Remus who flipped him off.

“I’ll get the same.” said Sirius.

“And me.” added Lily. Y/N nodded and disappeared to get their drinks. She returned a short while later with their mugs and set them down on the table. Remus pressed a note into her hand and told her to keep the change.

Y/N’s eyes travelled down to the faded black t-shirt that Remus was wearing. She hadn’t noticed it earlier when he had his jacket on. It was oversized on him, hanging off of his shoulders and skimming over his stomach.

“The Marauders?” she read, her eyes glancing over the words that were written on the front of his shirt, “what is that?”

“A band.” Remus answered.

“Our band.” Sirius confirmed, gesturing at his friends.

“You wear your own bands merch?” Y/N laughed a little, “And you said earlier that you weren’t full of yourself.” she looked over at Remus and smirked. James, Sirius and Lily all let out a loud laugh at Y/N’s response.

“I like this girl.” Lily said, smiling at her, “she’s fiery.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, Remus is slightly narcissistic.” James said jokingly.

“James, babe, you literally wear the merch all the time.” Lily said, “You can’t talk.” James rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around her.

“Maybe I’ll check you guys out then.” Y/N said, “And then next time you come in you can bring me a t-shirt.”

“And why would I do that?” Remus asked, his voice getting slightly flirty, “I can think of a few reasons.” Y/N raised her eyebrows at him, silently gesturing for him to elaborate.

“Well, number one, I think you’d look really hot in it.” Remus said, “Number two, Sirius has been badgering me for a shirt for ages and it would really, really piss him off if I gave the one I’d been saving for him to you.” Sirius jabbed Remus in the ribs sharply.

“Oi! You're saying that she would look better in it than I would?” Sirius asked, a shocked expression on his face.

“Without a doubt, Pads.”

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin band au #remus lupin fan fic #remus lupin x yn #remus #marauders #marauders fanfic

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honeysuckleharringtons · 4 months

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Part Seven: "Pour Over" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: (Then) Between postpartum blues and her baby's needy coos, Reader's having a hard time adjusting to her new life. But she quickly learns that sometimes you get by with a little help from your friends. — (Now) After dealing with her fussy child all night, the last thing Reader wants is a complicated day at work. Luckily for her, a certain nurse knows just how to make her day a little easier.

Pairing: Nurse!Steve Harrington x Fem!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 1,640

Content Warning: postpartum talk, anxiety talk, mentions of vomit (nothing in detail though), very mild swearing, mild hospital talk, mentions of food, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: yall i am so so so sorry that this took me so long to finish, more on this later but rn all i have to say is the world's biggest apology 😭

Originally Written: 01/06/2024 through 01/23/2024 (i'm so sorry)

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[ Then, February of 1988 ]

At this point, you weren't sure how you hadn't died from sleep deprivation.

It had been a whole two weeks since the baby was born, and you were pretty sure you hadn't slept a wink since. One sleepless night had turned into two, and well… now you couldn't remember the last time you had slept.

The clock on the wall told you it was nearing three in the morning, the blackness outside the windows further proving that fact. The baby was once again crying, and no amount of midnight feedings or diaper changes or rocking her in the rocking chair had done the trick. You were warned about colic, but nothing could've prepared you for what it would be like in real time.

Another new nightly ritual was a tired Joyce stumbling into your bedroom, eyes heavy and feet shuffling. You knew exactly what she had in mind, but your Byers genes were far too stubborn to accept her offer.

“Mom, we're fine,” you insisted from your spot in the rocking chair. But even you knew that to the naked eye, you surely didn't look fine. Unwashed hair, blanket tossed messily over your lap, purple spots nearly black underneath your eyes.

Joyce just sighed from her spot in the doorway. “Honey, you are clearly not fine. Don't take this the wrong way but you're a mess.” The comment almost hurt you, though you supposed you appreciated your mother's honesty.

“I'll be okay,” you insisted. “It's not my first sleepless night.”

She moved to sit on the edge of your bed, across from the newly placed rocking chair and crib. “That's the problem, honey. You need sleep. You can't properly be there for her if you-”

“I can't leave her.”

“Don't get enough sleep and-”

“Mom, I can't-”

“You need to eat something too, honey. I mean, when was the last time you-”

“Mom!” you raised your voice this time, effectively cutting her off. “I cannot leave this baby.”

Joyce let out a long sigh, running a hand through her already messy hair. “If you don't take proper care of yourself, exhaustion is gonna hit you like a freight train. Then what?”

You supposed she might be right. But still, her comments couldn't make you see past your postpartum anxiety, worst case scenarios running rampant through your mind.

“What if something happens to her while I'm asleep?” you asked, voice weak. “Or what if she thinks I left her, just like…” you couldn't finish the statement before tears began to prick your eyes.

“Y/N, you know that me and Will would never let anything happen to this baby.” You could tell by her tone that she was being genuine, though both of you knew her words were useless when it came to your anxiety. “We love both of you. We would never let anything happen to her.”

Tears pricked your eyes as your panicked thoughts ran rampant. “What about Dad?”

She nearly fell off the bed after hearing your question. “Dad? What does Lonnie have to do with-”

“I keep having this weird feeling in my gut that Dad is gonna try something with her,” you explained, tears fully soaking your cheeks now. “Like he's going to try and take her from me.”

“I would never let that happen.” Joyce's words weren't a suggestion. She said them with such finality that you were tempted to believe her. “Lonnie walked out of here seven years ago. He hasn't gotten in here yet and I will make damn sure he doesn't get in now.”

Your heart was racing a million beats a minute. You weren't really sure why—other than postpartum anxiety—that Lonnie had been on your mind. But just the thought of him sent shivers up your spine and tears down your face.

Clinging harder to the bundle in your arms, careful not to hurt her but still holding her closer, you rocked gently in the chair in hopes of calming both yourself and the baby. Her cries had yet to subside, if anything they'd just grown louder.

“Mom, I'm so scared,” you finally broke. Even you could hear the weakness, the brokenness, the defeat in your voice. “What if I'm doing this all wrong?”

Joyce stood again, with that same finality as her words from earlier. “I'm not here to tell you how to raise your baby. You're the mother now and you know what's best for you and her,” she started, the words stern but gentle. “But I am here to give you advice as a mother myself. Babies can sense things. Maybe she's upset because you're upset.”

And with that, Joyce was stepping toward the door, reaching for knob, and then-

“Okay.” The word came out as defeated as you felt. “I'll let you have her just long enough for me to shower and eat something.”

She turned to face you with a small smile, not one of smugness or one of someone proving a point, but one that showed you that she was simply just glad to help you out. She left a soft kiss on your forehead as she took the baby from your arms, quickly taking your place in the rocking chair as you headed over to your dresser.

“Mom?”

Her smile went a little sideways as she looked up from the baby to you. “Yeah?”

“I love you. Don't ever forget that, okay?”

With a small nod, Joyce replied, “I won't. Don't you forget that I ditto.” A phrase that had been around since you were little. You weren't sure who started it, but in this moment you were thankful for it, five letters meaning the absolute world to you.

You walked over, leaving a peck to the prickly hairs you'd been seeing so much of these days, warmth filling the entire expanse of your body. “I love you, bub.”

“I'm sure she dittos you too, honey.”

[ Now, January of 1992 ]

A loud yawn sounded from the other side of the counter, breaking you from your own mess of sleepy thoughts. “Me too,” you chuckled as you looked up, a yawn slipping between your own lips. Dark hair and round glasses met you, purple spots thick underneath his eyes. “You look about as tired as I feel.”

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “I wouldn't have known it if you hadn't mentioned it,” he said. A crease formed between your brows as you wondered what he meant. “You look as nice as you always do.”

He set a new record for how quickly he'd ever made butterflies go off inside you. “Careful, Doc, or I'll think you're flirting with me,” you said through the crimson blush that had started to appear on your cheeks.

“Sorry,” he said sarcastically, “Must be the sleep deprivation from the double I just pulled.”

You cringed at his words, knowing all too well what that felt like. “I know the feeling. I might as well have pulled my own double after staying up all night with my dau-”

The word got caught in your throat as you realized what you were about to say. “Dog,” you covered quickly, hoping your lie flew over Steve's head.

On the outside, you were hoping to appear calm and cool. On the inside, you were face palming. You'd been sleep deprived many times before, considering you once had a baby on your hands who had colic from the day she was born. Not to mention being a mother made you miss sleep in many ways of its own. But you couldn't recall a time where you'd been so sleep deprived that you almost spilled your biggest secret to a practical stranger, much less a practical stranger who you were actively avoiding telling the secret to.

“I didn't know you had a dog,” Steve said with furrowed brows, his voice bringing you back to reality.

Even though you hated to lie to him, you were thankful that your job had given you the ability to think fast. “Yeah, she must've eaten something she wasn't supposed to. She was up all night throwing up.” The real story was that Mandy had snuck into the kitchen to eat the rest of her leftover Christmas candy after you told her not to, but Steve didn't have to know that.

“Plain rice helps.”

His reaction caught you off guard. “Huh?”

“Plain rice can help a dog's upset stomach,” he explained. “If it keeps happening though, you should definitely take her to a vet.”

Steve's suggestion was oddly sweet, and honestly tugged at your heartstrings a little bit. “Thank you for the tip. Out of curiosity though, how do you know about caring for a sick dog?”

His broad shoulders shrugged, and you tried not to drool at the sight of them. “I almost went to vet school. Boy, would that have made my dad mad. Not that med school has made him any less angry.” As if realizing he was rambling, an awkward chuckle slipped between his lips and he turned his attention to the menu. “You didn't ask. Anyway, what do you recommend?”

“Nice try,” you answered, rolling your eyes. “But for you, I recommend going home and getting some sleep.”

Steve chuckled, and the sound went straight to your belly. “Hey, you don't have to tell me twice. I just pulled a double and I have to be back on campus for classes in about five hours.”

Part of you wanted to tell him to just take the night off and get some rest. Another part of you wanted to drive him home yourself and tuck him in. “I do not envy you,” you giggled. “To answer your original question though, how does a strawberry smoothie sound?”

He met you with a closed-lip smile, one that had started to feel so comforting and oh so familiar these days. “That sounds perfect.”

So this is about a month late...

I want to apologize for being gone with no announcement or explanation. Lots of things have happened in the past couple weeks that have taken a severe toll on my mental health and I just haven't really had the time to write, much less the energy.

I am feeling a little better and I have talked to my boss about my hours so I'm hoping that'll help somewhat. I really miss giving you guys content and I miss interacting with you guys.

Anyway, I hope you're all doing well! ❤️

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angel-of-the-moons · 8 months

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Blood Moon

Marc Spector/Moon Knight (Spider-Man: Vengeance of Venom) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Injuries, Mentions of surgery, life-threatening injuries, jealousy(?), arguing, Marc is once again back on his dramatic Angsty™ bullshit, some of Reader's past comes to light

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Yeah I'm gonna try to finish this series before Halloween is over because vampires fall into spooky season purview. Also I haven't actually fully watched all of this specific Spider-Man cartoon's episodes so I'm making shit up as I go along. I really only watched the episodes with Moon Knight lol

Taglist: @badbishsblog

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Pt. 2

Marc's mind was immediately consumed the moment the words left Peter's mouth.

You were hurt. You almost died. If it hadn't been for Princess Shuri just happening to be visiting Avengers Tower, and used some of the Wakandan tech she had?

You'd be paralyzed. At least partially. You would have needed intense physical therapy.

Because apparently when you were partnered with Spider-Man and Ironheart for a mission, the Green Goblin's glider was hit by one of her repulsors.

It sent the glider careening out of control, Gobby having bailed at the last second, leaving the glider to crash into you and crush you against a brick wall.

You had several spine fractures, crushed ribs, dislocated arm, broken collarbones, hell, they were apparently worried you almost needed a lung transplant before they realized your lungs could actually be saved.

You had to have a kidney removed. Apparently Thor himself offered one of his up to you, saying:

"She is an honorable young soul. She deserves to be in one whole piece!"

You had apparently declined once you were out of anesthesia.

Marc began vaguely wondering if he himself wasn't a match. Maybe he...

When he approached the wing you were in, he was stopped by a woman in a labcoat, her tag reading "M. Ross."

"I am the primary doctor here. Director Fury insisted on a sign in sheet for visitors to her room. He also has limited the number of visitors to one person at a time, to ease her." She told him without looking up from her tablet.

"Name, please?"

"Marc Spector." He replied.

"Is that with a "C" or a "K" at the end?" She mused, tapping away.

"C."

"Ah, okay, here..." She frowned, her brow creasing as she looked up at him from under her glasses.

"Your name has been blacklisted. I'm sorry but you cannot visit her."

"What?? Why the hell not?" Marc demanded, already feeling his blood pressure rise.

"Director Fury's orders. You'll have to take it up with him."

"Can't I just poke my head in?"

"No. Whatever you did to get blacklisted, it's probably regarding her. I won't have you emotionally or possibly physically antagonizing my patient. Please, go speak with the Director." She said matter-of-factly.

"Damn it! Fine." He grunted, turning on his heel and marching through the Tower.

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It was storming outside, the sight of lightning flashing and rain pelting the glass windows of Fury's office providing the perfect background for the tense shoulders and rigid posture of the annoyed man as he stood with his back to Marc, who was seated in one of the chairs on the opposite side of his desk, the laminated surface reflecting each flash of lightning.

Marc instantly felt like a schoolboy about to get scolded by his angry principal. Very few things intimidated Marc.

Director Fury was one of those things.

And Marc had the sense that Fury was very, very, vehemently pissed at him right now.

"This wouldn't have happened had you been there to cover for her." Fury said, without turning to look at him.

Marc just knew the man had a deep scowl wrinkling his brow.

"Director--"

"She volunteered, Marc."

Marc blinked, and reeled his head back. "Sir?"

"Nobody else wanted to be your partner, Marc. Nobody else wanted to deal with you." Fury turned around and fixed him with a steely gaze his one good eye glaring at him with intensity.

"Black Owl agreed to work with you, she volunteered."

"I don't... understand."

"The partnership program. The initiative. None of the other younger heroes wanted to work with you because you're too intense, because your head is shoved so far up your ass you can only hear your own thoughts--"

He pinched the bridge of his nose and hissed out a sigh.

"I know you lost your daughter. I know losing her almost killed you, and set you back to boot camp reset mode. But Black Owl isn't a fucking Marine, Marc. Neither are you. Not anymore."

Marc shook his head. "Sir, I fail to see how this has anything to--"

"You think you're the only one who lost loved ones, Marc? She lost her family. All of them." Fury said coldly.

Marc felt a stone drop deep in his gut at this revelation.

"I... I didn't know about--"

"Because you didn't read her file. You accepted the partnership, and just assumed she'd fall in line like you would."

Marc felt himself shrink inside, his self-awareness creeping up as he realized that no... he never read your file. All he really knew about you was that you were some reckless, immature... kid.

Which wasn't entirely true, it's just that you had an overly exuberant personality that grated his nerves. Your... liveliness.

Maybe he... he envied you. Maybe he wished he could still feel that much... joy? When he couldn't?

For a long time, his only source of joy was his daughter. And with her gone it left some kind of... void, inside of him. A vast pit of just numbness and duty to take the place of his love and joy.

"She lost her family." Fury continues.

"Her powers manifested when she was young. Something happened. Something bad. She was the only one who was pulled from the wreckage alive."

If it was possible, Marc felt worse, now. But the worst hadn't been said yet...

Fury leaned over, pressing the palms of his hands flat on his desk.

"She killed them. Inadvertently mind you... but it happened. She was six."

Ice crept into his veins, freezing the blood into a red slush as it crawled through his body. He felt dizzy, almost sick at hearing this.

He really...

...really...

Should have read your file.

"I..."

"You can't see her yet." Fury told him, turning to look out the window once more, as thunder mutely boomed in the angry clouds.

"But--"

"I have some assignments for you. Nothing you can't handle on your own. Give her a few days to recover. She's in no condition for a shouting match that I know you two will get into when she lays eyes on you."

"I..." Marc's posture slumped, feeling guilty. "... you're... right."

"I know I'm right. I don't want to see your face for a few days, Spector. Come back when you're finished on the missions I have for you." Fury grunted.

"I... yes sir." Marc said, standing up, before turning to leave Fury's office.

All he could really do was wait. And read.

After all, hurting you was never really his intention.

But he also made a mental note to add a target to his list.

Somebody needed to pay for this.

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Pt. 3: Link

#moon knight #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector #my writing

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lesbiansforboromir · 2 years

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Im sorry but can you explain how it’s racist to not support a show made by a company famous from exploiting its workers? Run by a man who doesnt give a shit about anyone other than himself and his money? How is Amazon not a bigger threat to equality, than people not supporting a show that happens to have a couple of actors of color in it? What about the POC working in amazon warehouses? The POC who will not be made rich and famous off this show, but will continue to suffer under this evil fucking rich white man’s power? Jeff Bezos will profit off of this, not people of color. If youre looking for ways to fight racism, go to a protest. Donate to causes that support POC. Punch a nazi or something, idk

I have explained this multiple times but I'll go ahead and do it again; How is your vitriol against a series, no matter how much you think Amazon cares about it's success, helping those same people? Lets go ahead and throw all realism out of the window for a second, imagine the boycott of this show is so detrimental to Amazon that it shuts down Amazon Prime entirely, how do you think that will help all those exploited workers? They're all out of jobs now, whose going to help them? Do you think the current state of the world has enough of a support net to catch those people? Have you actually considered what a boycott is, why they happen and what your actual end goal is in engaging in it?

Here's my prediction for what'll actually happen, Amazon will not get quite as much money as they expected too. They will look at the loudest voices and will see that most of them were from racist fans (who also hated that women were prominent in the show as well) and cut those characters played by non-white actors for the later seasons. They will also try to make back more of their earnings by exploiting those workers even more than before, possibly laying off some people in the process. They will start manipulating more of their fantasy content to appeal to those racist fans and those shows WILL get more viewers and less backlash because it won't be Tolkien and none of this strange religious-like extreme of defensiveness will be driving it's fans to hate on changes to canon. The white supremacist Tolkien fans will pat themselves on the back and consider it a job well done and return to watching and supporting Amazon, because few of them care about exploited workers.

Again, this backlash is not prominent for any other Amazon show, Critical Role is on Amazon but the pushback against that was minimal. In this situation we have a massive fanbase, a lot of whom are very protective of Tolkien for a variety of reasons, being manipulated by the racists within the fandom to hate on the show because they don't like that 'tolkien is woke now'. I'm sure a lot of people believe they dislike the show for good reasons, and indeed maybe Galadriel fighting is a deal breaker for you or something! But does that really deserve the kind of moralistic 'destroying tolkien's vision' rhetoric when PJ's films are entirely equivolent in these canon changes? Aren't we being influenced by other kinds of rhetoric from people who weren't outwardly racist until their favourite middle-earth had black people in it?

It is not racist to dislike the show or to dislike amazon. It's not racist to be loud about how much you hate what you've seen of the show! I actually never said it was. What I did say, was that if you do that I cannot distinguish you from those who are sending Ismael Cruz Cordova or Sophia Nomvete death threats and dogpiling on every single non-white person who says they're excited about seeing black elves. The arguments are the same, the tone is the same and often whole sentences are the same, it's just when they say 'they're ruining tolkien's vision, he's turning in his grave, this is just a corporate shill to appeal to the masses' they mean because black people are in it and a woman is fighting onscreen. And I am simply asking, are you all comfortable in tacitly supporting those people and are you sure your aggression towards the show is justified? Are you sure it is helping, if that is your intent? And are you sure the reasons for this aggression aren't infact misinformation spread by these aforementioned racist fans, when they are so incredibly prominent within the public fanbase?

#rings of power #tolkien #the rings of power #chats

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2n2n · 9 months

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ch 105

ok I'm calm. I'm calm I'm alive....

FIRST OF ALL!!!! what an incredibly beautiful and wonderful image ... Natsuhiko is fucking scary gigantic here though. This is kind of like . I'm sorry. it's like such a cocksleeve proportions situation it's scary. Aida-sensei makes me laugh sometimes ... but ! but!!!! the lace is sooo inspiring and beautiful! This is the most I've REALLY seen her render breasts.... the hair though, rendered as beautifully as ever, Aida has an incredible knack for tension, slack, how hair lays....

the pastel colors outside the window... the typical red/green of this ship... but then the strong, dark green, black, ah absolutely amazing, this illustration really stands out amongst Aida's art.

I really love the vibes of NatsuSaku art....

this is so off topic but this extra from Nene-chan's class who is always quite present and has been from very early on, I am Convinced he is Lent from AidaIro's defunct VN Shounen Santa ... I have no proof of this. I hope one day I am somehow vindicated (?)

Those in the auditorium being effectively closed off from the pandemonium is really cool! It's nice to not have to be dealing with the noise and chaos for multiple chapters...!!

he just looks so handsome here... and his pose is very immersive... love his other arm thrown over her ... Amane is so amazingly touchy...

mnhgh ribcage. she's getting him so small lately

I am very charmed by Amane's instinct to 'get Yashiro away', as it's , as it turns out, a very useless, impotent instinct in this scenario; whether Amane had blipped her out of the auditorium with him, got 10 feet or 50 feet away from the clock, wouldn't matter a single bit, it's not as if he did not move fast enough... it's just very novel to know he truly had no idea in the slightest what he was up against. He's bound to the school, so out of everyone, Amane is the most helpless in this situation-- he could have never even left the school to evade anything... nothing short of yeeting Nene-chan out of the school would have helped her. I like the raw instinct to grab her hand and run away with her, and I like how that contrasts Tsukasa's empirical knowledge.

gorgeous gorgeous effects and vibes-- I was truly hooked, on edge, spooked, in the atmosphere. Such a talent, AidaIro ... such strong visions, from concept to execution, I just adore it.

In love with the detail that Nene-chan is aware she is not breathing, can feel herself not breathing. The perpetual consciousness in this state is very luxurious, very fetishistic, haha.

This is perhaps a very ... great way to 'shelve' our C-listers, Mitsuba, Kou, the gangs, I'm kind of glad if at least that can all be 'on pause' while we do things with the pieces here ... it's actually very interesting to me if Mitsuba and Kou are also conscious but frozen, for their characters I would like them to be stuck in place and forced to just THINK for a long time, contemplate ... especially Kou... he is such a 'run and smack things' guy, I really enjoy what being immobilized longterm could do to him. His whole deal is feeling weak and useless, so this is kind of perfect for him. Literally forced to stand there uselessly and helplessly, while again, other people solve the problems! ha ha....

anyway. the shooktening

my husband and I read the mangaUP! app together huddled over his phone on release, so god. The simultaneous screaming and excitement the YAAAAAAEEKHSJF!kl!!!ljl: ah just so, so so so so so wonderful. Hello!!!

ah so cute and funny. Love to imagine this all from Amane's perspective. Hearing an feeling Tsukasa only, unable to turn to see him. Knowing he and Nene-chan cannot move while Tsukasa is free-floating.

Which, anyway, would have to confirm Tsukasa as a sort of God, right? If the clock effects kaii and humans alike, and we see it doing so, but it has no effect on Tsukasa. The clock cannot effect him.

I wonder if boundaries are effected, or no? It's hard to know what 'technically' counts as 'part of the school'. At the very least the 'nowhere' space should be safe. We'll talk more about that in a moment..

another tiptoe boy ........ for my collection....

minx....

I believe Tsukasa, that destroying the yorishiro would give the dominion of time to them..... Though, it's interesting, given that no other yorishiro destruction + usurping has resulted in, as far as we know, Nene-chan or Hanako acquiring that power (it has, seemingly, been absorbing into Tsukasa as the original God?). I wonder if the clock simply works differently? It seems to really be its own entity....

uuu love to see Tsukasa sitting and admiring Nene-chan... I wonder if he's thinking about what he's about to do?

Do you think Tsukasa thought a lot about, what he's going to do here? I think he did ... if the plan has been "and I'll make Nene-chan my assistant!" then... based on Amane's behavior... I think "my assistant" comes with kisses .... ♥ I think it's Amane's fault, for having the world's craziest definition of 'assistant' known to man... what on Earth has 'assistant' meant to you, Amane?

You know, it almost feels polite, that Tsukasa has asked in the past, if you are dating ... and received a 'no' from Nene-chan. You can kiss girls you don't date all you want, apparently! Particularly your assistants ....

ah, a big favorite, and feels underlined in significance ... ! I think Tsukasa ... as a person who has seen, can see, so many eventualities, possibilities, who sat in the Red House's infinity outside of linear time, who can access Nowhere and traverse it so seemingly simply now, who knew how to navigate the Red House's Nowhere as it was "his house"... craves this kind of wonderful mystery, a lack of control in something, something new, something unwoven in time. There must be something about Amane-- who jumped the track of fate entirely-- and Nene-chan, mysteriously tied to the yorishiros-- which make them perhaps, invisible to Tsukasa's perception, in some way?

Tsukasa is so excited when Amane surprises him in the Far Shore by already understanding the God conditions...

when this moment happened, I thought... "it actually scares me Amane can surprise Tsukasa!" ... and now, it seems more confirmed than ever ... but it is something Tsukasa must cherish about Amane, Nene-chan, that he can't predict them.... it must feel so .. different, to be Tsukasa. To have seen so much of the shape of everything, from time, to value... life, death, what is precious, what isn't ... I understand why he likes to offer people opportunities. I do not think Tsukasa is a "sick fuck" or "enjoy misery" as many think. Just cannot have any ability to engage in linear existence with everyone else, at this exact moment in time.

He should get to have his fun.

I can't begin to .... relay the, euphoria, disbelief, shock, mania, seeing this, unbelievable. My husband and I-- laughing out loud so suddenly, unimaginable. The single most shocking page of the entire manga thus far, EEEEVEN as a TsuNene truther!!!!!!!!!!!

While I had thought and said as much, that, this arc seems to be the door for TsuNene being opened and explored, I thought I would wait-- YEARS-- TO GET TO SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!! DROPPED INTO MY LAP???!?!?

I did NOT!!! Think TSUKASA!!! had it in him to KISS NENE-CHAN POINT BLANK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I underestimated him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can't believe he has his nervous little paws behind his back as he does it!!!!! feet cutely kicked up! All precious about it!

WHILE AMANE

!!!

can only hear, 'chu' softly next to him, at first. He can't see, he can only hear... the sound of lips pressing into lips, a soft suction noise. My GOD

it only gets better

I am so glad Tsu-chan's little kissy is not a sordid, grim, dank affair, depicted with a heaviness of betrayal .... instead ...

AMANEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! FREAKING OOUUUUT sooo funny so funny, it's So funny Nene-chan, the one inflicted with this, her own response, is such a simple [?] confused. whats happening. but AMANE... for AMANE... his bones are dissolving inside of his skin. Hearing a kiss sound . seeing Tsukasa in his periphery . the helplessness.

FUNNIEST guy you could possibly do this to, this has been what it is all for. This is what you get for not making Nene-chan your official girlfriend, Amane....

beautiful, beautiful lingering panel. My now #1 pipedream for a panel for Aida-sensei to revisit in color and from another angle ... please, way in the future when volume 21 or something is advertised ... please, I would love to see it from any point of view.... Amane's view, or Nene's, pulled farther away, pulled closer... I know the lighting here must be gorgeous, in Aida-sensei's mind, the light from the broken-open wall pouring in, backlighting Tsukasa, the shadow of the clock's parts... all the debris behind Nene-chan, splintering wood and gears mid-air, and the open breathing sky behind Tsukasa ...

What a view of Tsukasa nobody has seen before.

I wonder if this is his first kiss? That only depends on if Amane did something while he was dead, I think. Which, look-- if you never got around to kissing Tsukasa, for all that time you two had, you might deserve losing his first to Nene-chan. Amane cannot have everyone's first kiss if he won't give them out himself, you know, it isn't fair... we'll just have to wait and see.. !

it's amazing to see a Tsukasa so in awe of his own actions fksldjfsldfjs.... I know we see Tsukasa and we think "whoa what a chaotic and rogue being who does as he pleases! All so easily!", but he doesn't typically sit there at his own actions and go 'omg omg!' ... reflecting on them.... he's a naughty lil rat but yet he does not pour over his own actions.... but he does over THIS .... you were so braave, Tsu-chan! You really did it!!! You kissed her just like you planned to, really, it's done!! For real!!! A kiss, you!! You kissed her!!

AGAIN, THE FACT AMANE CAN HEAR THIS SAID ALOUD AFTER HEARING THE 'chu' IS SOOO PRICELESS, literally I could never in 1 million years DREAM better circumstances for a TsuNene kiss. FUNNY deeply FUNNY. Amane right there, but he can't even turn to LOOK at it! He has to hear Tsukasa giggle and beam in joy aloud!! He has to her the smile in his tone!!!!! And he can't even see it!!! Right next to him!!!!!

wonder what it was like to be Amane and feel Tsukasa do this. Ah he's so funny. For all that scary energy early on with this clock, suddenly its like we're in puppetland. Tsukasa made it so.

he looks very sweet and fond here lol. EXTREMELY AMAZING LINE!!! what? Yeeessss... MY assistant now... yeeessss!!!! TAKE HIS PROPERTY!!!!! make Nene-chan yours with your actions!!!! SWOOP!!!!! ah have you own you. It's my turn with the pretty dolly. Amane's had such a long turn, not fair ... ♥ you must share with your otouto

could not be funnier. baibai!!!! waves!! the JOUDAI sweating and watching USELESSLY, though fsr they can MOVE but can't do anything without Amane's command...

cuckold funniest thing I have ever seen extremely funny little crinkled paper guy. Joudai spinning in circles sweating looking all around helpless. Frozen stiff Amane ABANDONED BY OTOUTO ... GIRL GONE !!!!! you're leaving him OUUUUUUUUUUT HE CANNOT CONTROL THE SITUATION IF HE'S NOT THERE!!! oh no your otouto and your girl will talk to each other Privately!!!

I love Amane SO much because even if all Nene-chan and Tsukasa did was look at his toy train and play patty cake he would still be like [dissolving into dust] WITHOUT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he is so sensitive to being left ouuuuuut of things to not being invited .............. otouto stealing girl running off leaving you there is so bad for the Amane brain ... you won't take brother to your clubhouse too????

I also think if TSUKASA is self-shocked and amazed at his kissing Nene-chan manuever, my GOD Amane must NOT have predicted in 100 years Tsukasa would do such a thing, it must be so DID NOT ACCOUNT FOR THIS POSSIBILITY!!!!!!!!!!!!! DID NOT PROTECT MY HEART AND MIND!!!!!!!!!! SUDDENLY REALITY IS UPON ME AND I HAVE NOT PREPARED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! nubile raw baby bird skin utterly helpless. the concept is too powerful too fast and they are just Gone. Your brother left with your assistant and you have never told either of them I Love You.

GOD I hope Tsukasa dresses Nene-chan in something special or different .... uouohh I'm filled with 1,000 dreams. I hope the next color spread is Tsukasa and Nene-chan AAUUUUGHHHHH I've been waiting sooooo long for Tsukasa + Nene-chan alone images and the Ryokan has JUST! given me one........ MORE!!!! PLEEEEEZ image of her as HIS assistant pleeeeez.... pleez

waaaaahhhhh left out Amaneeeeeee!!!! You abandon miette???? AGAIN, IT'S TOO FUNNY THIS IS PLAYED AS COMEDIC ... not a dour dire thing that happened to Amane, a downright Shenanigan has happened to him, and he is a Mess... Wreck. Frozen in place agonies. NOOO!!!!! THEY LEAVE ME!!!! TOOK MY GIRLLLL !!! YOUR ASSISTANT??? NOOOOooOOOooo my... you... !!!! my otouto had his first kiss with a girl . sounded so happy . didn't invite me didn't take me left me here olone

UGH Teru and Akane, so funny to find him like this. I am assuming for the moment that Akane is free from the clock's influence, given his pocketwatch and duty, and that he unfroze Teru himself ... ? since Kou is certainly frozen.... alternately idk, maybe Teru and Akane have some tied fates from the shore/Aoi shenanigans, idk. They have weird dynamics in AUs sometimes. Whatever doesn't really matter.

Kinda hope they, like... detain.... Hanako... before unfreezing him, like bind him in beads and an electrified cage, and then question him on what he saw/knows (he would not tell them about Tsukasa...?) and, Hanako just a nonverbal incoherent wreck.... it feels like, fairly obvious he didn't intend this given his equally frozen state and the blood presenting incredible harm/risk to him but not to a human, so. I FEEL like he'll just be questioned.....

I wonder where Tsukasa will take Nene-chan!!!! the broadcast club? tea and cookies time? (wouldn't this be comical compared to Amane's bathroom...)... or to his scary little dank room filled with toys, haha? Are those spaces outside of time's influence? I hope they can talk somewhere sooo bad, pleaaaase!!! Want them to talk uuuueeeeueeueuuu!!!

I CANNOT WAIT FOR NENE-CHAN TO PROCESS TSUKASA KISSING HERRRR!!!! Tsukasa-kun... has a crush on me????????????????? Does Tsukasa-kun like me???????? She could look back on some Things now couldn't shee... ahhh I wanna see Nene-chan process it!!!! soo badlyyyy!!!! What IF he likes you though!!!! The vibes, Nene-chan!!! Ugh.... what if, girl!!!! what then!! what of it!!!

#avvy's JSHK

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thefuckihatenakingusernames · 3 months

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So sometimes I would dream that I was watching courage the cowardly dog in an old room. And I would always get worried asi bunged all the episode cause there was this one episode I feared where, instead of the beginning where it says 'amd her husband Eustace Bay' it would instead swelitch the name to 'Christine Bale.' I don't know who that is

I would get really upset and frantically wipe the screen, feeling the static underneath when this happened cause whenever this opening was said outloud things would change. I would look around and realize I was in the attic of courage. But inside of it being an old cartoon room it would slowly morph to realistic, becoming dilapidated with creaking old floors and broken windows and whispers in the walls. I would then sneak out only to be met with murial. She would look at me with such hate in her eyes cause she knew I wasn't courage. And I was the reason courage wasn't there but I didn't even know why I was there.

And then it would began, with me avoiding the husband and wife because the wife looked at me with such hate and Eustace laughed at first cause courage was gone, but then got upset because Muriel was so upset. And every night a new demoncor ghost or cryptid would come and they would actually try and kill me. So by day I tried to hide and b6 night I was fighting for my life. At one point I was looking out the broken window I'm the attack when a black shroud flew towards me, the whisks of its cloak just missing me. I then looked it up on the talking computer and apparently this is such a foul and evil demon that just looking at it meant death, and that my eyes would rot first before the rot would spread everywhere.

I spent the entire night trying to find ways to stop this, I even begged on my knees for Muriel to save me cause one small hidden source on the internet said having someone love you would help save at least one of your eyes. But Muriel just looked down on me and said nothing before slowly closing the door.

Time was almost up for the night and I held out hope for so long that Muriel would come save me but then I realized she was watching me from the window with a blank face. She didn't xare what happened to me. The wind picked up and the shroud came back and I was so scared of dying that I did the only thing I knew that would help.

I lucked out my eyes. I could feel the nervs and end pull as I tig them out, my one eye being the most difficult to get out, I had to use my fingernails to get the near holding it in place. I threw my eyes at the shroud and they rotted but because they weren't in my head I was fine.

I was so devastated that after the shroud left I spent a week of staring at nothing and doing nothing. That is before the computer told me that hidden under the floorboard was eyes I could use. It directed me to them and I pried the board up. Just touching them I could see through them, and saw my eyelets face looking down in my heads with tear. I didn't want to put them in cause they were eyes but they weren't my eyes. They weren't even the same color. But eventually the computer talked me into it. Saying 'those who have suffered are the most keen to suffer again. For they feel like they deserve it. It feels like home to them. But you cannot choose to suffer like this and also wallow in sorrow. It would be your choice. You cane either put in the eyes that are not yours and will never be yours, or you can choose not to. But you cannot sit here feeling sorry foe yourself without them when you have a way tk change it. Even without your eyes you have to move around, you have to continue this adventure. Nothing will progress if you don't, and you will be stuck here forever. You don't want thst now do you?'

So I put them in and continued, fighting through the visions that would sometimes come from whoever eyes this qas before.

More and more monsters came and the computer became better at helping me deal with and survive these creatures. I became paranoid on why he knew so much about that, and what tipped the scale for me was when this undead human was banging on the windows and doors. I asked what it was and he answered clearly 'a man who became so drowned in his own emotions that he can no longer control himself. A man that lost himself.' Except he didn't take the time and search it up like he always did.

The computer never browsed the web, he could inpy look up things when asked so his knowledge was limited on that. I turned and ask why he knew the answer so quickly and he paused. Before saying thst it was a guess based on a previous monster that was eerily similar. I asked him to look it up so we knew foe sure. It took a while before the computer answered with the same answer.

I got real paranoid after that and the visions of waling down the halls in the farm house became worse, with the added visions of the creature outside trying to attack me. I thought it was a premonition but nothing in my vision was happening in real life. At one point Muriel sent me out to get water from the well, hoping the creature would get me. It did, and whole on my back, trying to help its head in place as it tried to bite me I had a vision of the same place and same creature. Only in this I used a stock nearby and put it in the creatures mouth. Breaking off another half to shove through its head through its throat. I was hopeful until I looked around and saw there wasn't a single stick around me. I only got away but letting it scrape my arms with jts teeth as I used momentum to bash its head against the wall. Blood got in the well and Muriel was more angry with me for contaminating the water.

The computer saw the scape and was very concerned. He made me bring him to the bathroom so it could teach me how to clean and bandage the wound

I was so exhausted of living this life. And I was losing hope because, with each and every creature I had not a single chance to search how to get home. So I point blank asked the computer what it was hiding. He tried to brush the topic off amd read off that my symptoms might kiss with my head. I got so angry that I just reached over and typed on the keyboard

'Where is this computer from? What is it hidjng?'

And because it was the computer it told me everything. The eyes I got were actually the computers eyes. And the computer was once a person. They lived in the farm house with their lover until the lover lost who they were and became a creature. The creature then torn the Hyman computer limb from limb and hid a body part in the walls all around the house. This was because the ex lover wanted to be fully surrounded and enrolled by the love the human computer had for him. He wanted to feel him all around.

The ex lover was also the brother of Eustace.

He then lost his mind more as the computer began haunting the place as a poltergeist. The ex lover escaped and became wild. When Eustace and Muriel came to take the house their energy was too pure, and the computers soul became corrupted because he choose vengeance over moving into the afterlife. Therefor their engery pushed his out until he could reside in the only place they rarely entered or interacted with.

The computer.

We made up but not really cause the computer was so made thst I looked this up and made him admit it that we both lost trust in each other. I found out that the only reason he gave me his eyes was because he wanted to slowly build me up and 'make you into a strong enough being that could kill the creature once and for all, so no one else had to suffer. Or add so many body parts that I could possibly take possession in your body and became a living again. You know, whatever cones first.'

After that my next fight was with Muriel. She kept treating me badly and doing things to get my killed. After a giant creature that took the form of a flood came, she pushed me out the window and into the water. The only way out was to except the flood and let it into every orifice. I did thst and turned my brain off so that water could explore every part of Mr until it was satisfied. When it pushed my to Muriel door I stood there soaking wet and Muriel lashed out at me for jgetti g her floors wet.

I lost it and began snapping at her. Telling her that I know she's hurting but so am I and it wasn't my fault I was here, and if I had the chance I would go home. She was having none of it and told me that because she sisnt know whose fault it was she could only blame me and I needed to stop trying to through that burden on someone else when it was mine to bare.

#dreams #courage the cowardly dog

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Another theory for Kuro Neko and the season finale, a follow up of sorts to this post, this time from Ladybug's POV;

She finds the cat miraculous on their rooftop, boxed up along with a folded scrap of paper. Ladybug, it begins. Not Bugaboo, or M’lady. Just Ladybug. I'm sorry, I can’t keep doing this. I don’t know what I did to lose your trust. You deserve a Chat Noir who isn't a burden, someone you don't have to hide things from, and we both know that isn't me. Ladybug is angry. Devastated? Yes. But also angry. Doesn't that mangy cat know how much pressure she's been under?

Until she gets home and she puts on the ring, releasing Plagg. If Marinette thought she was angry, ooh boy, her anger pales in comparison to the God of Destruction. Plagg lets her know exactly what he thinks of the situation, and what Chat Noir has been going through, both in his home and superhero lives. Everything (except his name). The room shakes and crackles with black destructive energy as Plagg sobs and rages in equal measures, eventually falling asleep in Tikki’s arms.

And Marinette cannot deal. What is she going to do without him? How has she let things between them get to the point where Chat thinks he's a burden to her? The questions pile up and up and up. It’s too much. She spirals, and when there’s nowhere left for her to spiral, she internalises; it's the only way she can keep going.

She can't find Chat Noir, and she needs the black cat miraculous in play, so she gives it to Adrien. Adrien who proved his worth 25,913 times over. And everything is fine. It’s fine (it isn’t). Ladybug doesn't need Chat Noir. She doesn't. She has Adrien now.

Except she does need Chat Noir, she always has. It's not the same with Adrien. No matter how long she’s dreamed of being close with Adrien, he can't read her the way Chat can (could), and he has questions, lots of them (more than Chat ever asked). Oh, he's good at playing the black cat of Paris, but he doesn't joke and flirt with her the way her kitty did. There’s an edge to him she didn’t expect.

As much as she wants to pretend, he isn't her chaton.

As it turns out, he's not even Adrien. Something happens during an akuma attack, and Catwalker responds in a way she knows that Chat- Adrien would never. She strips him of the cat miraculous. This whole time it's been Félix under the mask.

Ladybug is livid, mostly at herself for failing to see through Félix's deception, but also at Félix for impersonating his cousin, again. Félix delivers the crucial blow. He knows who the real Chat Noir is; Adrien Agreste. Who happens to be leaving Paris this very moment.

Ladybug rushes to the Agreste mansion, praying she isn't too late (she can’t be late, she can’t lose him again). His bedroom window is sealed shut so she vaults through his bathroom window. His furniture, his bed, even his piano, are covered in dust sheets, the kind she’s only seen in rich people movies. She hears Monsieur Agreste and his assistant outside and rushes back to the bathroom.

She’s too late. He's gone.

Ladybug falls to her knees on the bathroom floor, sobbing as she curls around the cat miraculous still in her hand. Only now, that it’s too late, does she realise just how much she loves Chat Noir. How much she's always loved him.

Not because he's Adrien... but because he was her chaton.

Edit: Now posted on (AO3)

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deexchanel · 3 years

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TFATWS

Word Count: 2,923

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, arguing.

Summary: Y/N rides along with Sam, Zemo and Bucky to Madripoor.

A/N: I know this episode is over used but I write this and I just wanted to give you guys something after been absent for so long. My birthday is next week and I’m excited. Enjoy this one-shot.

They followed Zemo to his personal jet. An older man stood at the end of the stairs waiting on their arrival.

"So all this time you've been rich?" Sam asked looking at the jet. Y/N walked between him and Bucky behind Zemo. She hasn't really been talking to Bucky because of their argument.

It was basically about how he disappeared on her. He left without warning. The only reason the previous couple is around each other now because Y/N was there when Sam gave up the shield and decided to stay by his side through the journey. That’s how she ended up here on a plane with someone that broke her heart.

The reason why Bucky left because he’s scared to love. He’s scared that’s she was going to leave him because of his past since it was too much for her. So Bucky left and still hasn’t told her the reason why he did.

"I'm a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country." Zemo replied then spoke to the older gentleman in Russian. After the men greet each other the trio followed Zemo into the jet.

Bucky placed a hand on Y/N’s lower back to help her up the stairs, but she pushed his hand off. She had every right to be mad at him. Y/N really loves Bucky but he can't just leave her whenever he gets the chance.

Y/N sat in the chair in front of Zemo with Sam beside him and Bucky beside her. She nervously looked out the window, Y/N isn’t a big fan of heights.

"The fridge is out. But I will see if there is some good food in the galley." The man said to Zemo who replied in Sokovian. My nerves were getting really bad, She starts to fumble with her fingers.

"Y/N you okay?" Sam’s voice laced with concern. She turns to see them staring at her like a worried parent. Y/N gave them a small smile trying to ease their worries.

"I'm fine."

"Just checking Y/N. Why don't you tell us about where we are going Zemo?" Sam asked looking at Zemo for answers.

Zemo opened a book, "I'm sorry, I was just fascinated by this. I don't know what to call it but this part seems to be important." He pulled a little book that was inside the bigger book holding it up.

"Who is Nakajima?"

Bucky swiftly gets up wrapping his gloved hand around his neck. Y/N’s eyes widened from seeing how worked up he got up from that. All the nervousness about flying left her body.

"What the hell James??"

"If you touch that again, I'll kill you." Bucky seethed then unwrapped his hand from around Zemo's neck sitting back down. Y/N rolled her eyes at how dramatic he was. Deep down she wished it was her he was putting into place but no one needs to know that. (Our little secret.)

"I understand that list of names. People you've wronged as the Winter Soldier." Zemo said obviously not phased by what just happened.

"Don't push it," Bucky warned glancing at him then towards Sam.

"I've seen that book. It was Steve's when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What'd you think?" Sam amused but Bucky kept a straight face.

"I like '40s music, so..."

" '40s music? You definitely need to put me on some good music then." Y/N said engaging in their conversation. She thought it was kinda cute that he held on to the book Steve had. Bucky gave her a small smile.

"Whenever I get the chance, I will. Just for you."

Y/N bit her lip to keep from smiling to keep up the ‘I’m mad at him' act. But it wasn’t working.

"You didn't like it?" Sam asked shocked.

"I liked it." Bucky said giving him the face of 'duh I liked it.'

"It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience." Zemo said in the most formal way possible. Y/N gave a humorous smile nodding her head.

"That was one of the best ways to explain it."

"He's out of line, but he's right. It's great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye" Sam agreed as if Bucky didn't agree. Y/N laughed at what he was doing.

"Sam, why are you still going on about it? James literally agreed."

"I like Marvin Gaye." Bucky continues looking at him.

"Steve adored Marvin Gaye," Sam said bringing up another memory of Steve.

"I have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me." Y/N held up the finger going to the mini bathroom. She struggled so damn hard in that small ass bathroom trying not to fall on her ass. Y/N soon came out to hear them talking about Madripoor.

"What's up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it's Skull Island." Sam questioned looking between the two who used to be villains.

"It's an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a private sanctuary back in the 1800s." Bucky starts while Zemo finished telling them the information.

"It's kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone."

Y/N glanced at Bucky who tensed up at those words. I knew it was going to be hard on him. Sitting back down in her seat, She moved the hair that was in her face.

"So who do I go as?"

"Miss Sapphire, one of the richest lady there. She models for every company you can think of." Zemo said showing Y/N a picture of a woman who looked exactly like her.

"Ooo I think I'm going to like this," Y/N smirked looking at the outfit that she was going to have to put on. She knew Bucky wasn't going to like it but oh well, its part of the job.

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Y/N was beside Sam as they walked down this empty bridge. She kept sneaking glances at Bucky because he looked so good with his new arm. Y/N didn’t know she staring too long when his eyes linked with hers. She quickly looked away, face turning really hot.

"We have to fix this. I'm the only one who looks like a pimp." Sam complained touching his suit. Y/N rolled her eyes, her feet were starting to hurt from walking for so long.

"Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp," Zemo said. Y/N’s walk began to turn into limping which made her fall behind a little.

A little "Ow." came from her mouth, grabbing Bucky's attention. He slowed down walking beside Y/N.

"You okay?"

"I'm good."

"No, you're not. You just said 'Ow'. What's wrong?"

"None of your business James. I'm okay."

"So you’re calling me James now? And I know your feet are hurting Y/N. Let me help."

Y/N decided to be stubborn even though she wanted to get off her feet so badly. "It's always been, James. I'm able to handle myself, I can take the pain."

Bucky rolled his eyes, in a matter of seconds, Y/N was in his arms bridal style. Not in the mood to argue, Y/N looked everywhere but him.

"And it's Bucky to you. It's always and forever going to be that to you."

"Before you left, it was Bucky. Now it's James. You know what, I can walk myself." She moved but his grip tightened not wanting her to get out of his arms.

"No, I'm going to continue to carry you," Bucky said but Y/N didn't respond which made it quiet between them. She fought the urge to look at him since she was mad.

"I saw you looking at me and my arm."

She looked up at him fulfilling her urge and they made eye contact. Y/N quickly looked away nervously "Um, no I wasn't."

Bucky let out a laugh, "You indeed was."

"Was not."

"Was too."

"Was not."

"Was too."

"Guys! for the love of God, shut up!"Sam scolded from in front of them.

"He started it!" Y/N replied back like a little kid. Bucky laughed a little then sigh.

"Y/N, you've barely said a word to me today. Did I do something?"

She scoffs getting irritated from that dumb-ass question. "DiD I dO sOmEtHiNg?? Huh? Bucky stop talking to me before I say something I might regret."

"What? Y/N I just asked a question." Bucky said in defense. She huff rolling her eyes, 'a dumb ass question at that'

"No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There's no margin for error." Zemo explained as the car came into view on the bridge. Bucky placed her down on her feet when they neared it, opening the door for Y/N who climbed in the middle seat.

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"Here we are."

Walking into the bar they could feel the intense stares. Bucky glared at anyone that looked in her direction. Y/N had to fight off any instinct to grab his hand. It wasn’t the appropriate time to do it.

You could hear the whispers of the crowd looking at them. "Is that the Winter Soldier?". Zemo guided them directly to the bar. A tall dark skin man walked over to the trio so they could order.

"Hello, lady and gentlemen. Wasn't expecting to see you, Sapphire and Smiling Tiger."

"His plans changed." Zemo nodded towards Sam. "We have business to do with Selby."

The bartender looked at Sam,"The usual? Anything for you Ms. Sapphire?"

Sam nodded his head while Y/N replied, "No, Thank you." The bartender turned around grabbing a dead snake out of a glass jar. She covered up her mouth to keep from gagging. Y/N turn to Bucky shaking her head no.

"Ah, Smiling Tiger, your favorite." I heard Zemo say from behind Y/N. She would’ve laughed but Y/N wanted to puke at the moment. She knew Sam had drunk it when Bucky looked the other way to keep from I guess laughing.

Y/N moved to the side of Bucky when a man walked up to Zemo from behind. "I got word from on high. You ain't welcome here."

"I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me." Zemo then pointed towards Bucky.

"New haircut?" The man asked but Bucky just stared.

"Or bring Selby for a chat." Zemo continued his deal. The man walked away not even giving an answer.

"A Power Broker? Really?" Bucky finally spoke up.

"Every kingdom needs its king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar." Zemo explained.

"Do you know him?" Sam whispered not wanting to give himself away.

"Only by reputation," Zemo replied. "In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner."

Y/N leaned against the bar with my back facing the crowd. She felt a hand being placed on her lower back. The other hand moved Y/N’s hair from the side to show her neck.

"Sapphire, baby, we didn't get to finish from last night. Let's get out of here."

Y/N prepared to punch him but stopped herself when she heard Zemo say "Зимний Солдат, Атака" ( Winter Soldier, Attack.)

Y/N turn around to see it was a different man this time. He had a smirk on his face, as his index finger touched her bottom lip slowly then used the rest of his fingers running down her exposed chest.

Y/N had never felt so disgusted in her life. His fingers stopped on her boob when Bucky's metal hand swiftly grabbed it, crushing his hand.

You could tell that Bucky was so angry for him even getting close to Y/N. The man grunts out in pain as both of them walked away from her while Bucky still clutched on his hand.

The pair shared a quick look. The way he eased back into his Winter Soldier character bothered her a bit. Maybe he had it like a switch?

Y/N winced not really wanting to see none of the combat taking place so she turned around with her back facing the crowd.

She didn’t want him to feel he can protect her all the time. Y/N didn’t want to seem so dependent on him especially if he isn’t going to always be in the picture. When Y/N needed him, he wasn't there. Getting out of her thoughts when Bucky slammed the man that touched Y/N on top of the bar holding on to his neck, eyes never leaving his face.

Everyone around them starts to take their gun off safety. Y/N’s heart starts to pound as she looked around. Zemo placed a hand on Bucky's arms whispering.

"Stay in character or the whole bar turn on us."

Zemo says something else in Russian which makes Bucky let go of the man. "Selby will see you now." The bartender announced.

"Thank you," Zemo said then walked off.

"You good?" Sam asked Bucky concerned. He looked at me but Y/N quickly glanced at them then followed behind Zemo not uttering a word.

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Turns out Y/N wasn’t the one she wants to talk to since she was just some famous model. She had to stand in the hallway and wait on them. Y/N was so uncomfortable, especially with what she had on.

Y/N heard a gunshot which makes her kick in the door. Both Bucky and Sam aimed the gun at her then lowered it.

"What the hell happened in here?!" Y/N asked seeing the bodies on the floor.

"We'll explain later, let's go," Bucky said grabbing her hand and they all walked out of the building. They walked through the streets hearing surrounding people phones going off

"This is not good," Zemo said looking around at the people who looked on their phones. They near the end of the street when bullets aimed at us. Bucky pulled Y/N to him as they ran in one direction.

"I can't run in these heels!" Sam yelled while he ran.

"You better learn today!" Y/N yelled back holding on to Bucky's hand since it was in the heat of the moment, not wanting to let go.

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Sharon help killed off the bounty hunters they had on us. At the moment Y/N was in the bathroom getting ready for the party she was having. Finished with getting dressed, she walked out of the bathroom running into a hard chest.

"Oops sorry!"

"It's an okay doll."

Y/N gave him a small smile then began to walk to the room where everyone else was until Bucky grabbed her hand.

"Why didn’t answer my question from earlier? What did I do?"

"You know what you did Bucky. Is there I need to say?"

"I think I know what I did? I don’t know Y/N. Just talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

"To answer your dumb-ass question, you did do something wrong. You act like everything's okay between us when it's not! Bucky, you left me. Like disappeared on me without explaining why!"

"I knew telling you that I was leaving would crush you. I didn't want you to be hurt over the fact that I left." Bucky rubbed his hand over his mouth.

"Leaving you was the best way to protect you. I'm feared by many but that still doesn't mean you aren't going to be a target to hurt me."

"Best way to protect me?! You leaving hurt me way more than what you think it did. You're worried about protection but not focusing on my feels. You said you love me but you left like it wasn't nothing." I groan flustrated raising my voice. He couldn’t look at Y/N and it raised her suspicion.

“You’re lying Bucky? What is it? What is the truth.”

“Y/N... Please.”

“Bucky tell me!”

"I was scared Y/N! Scared that you were already planning to leave because of my past. I know I shouldn’t have left when you needed me but I didn’t know what to do. You deserve better than me Y/N.” Bucky confessed as his head dropped. I placed my hand under his chin so he could look me in the eyes.

“Bucky I could’ve told me. You leaving hurt me more than what you think it did. I love you and that means that I’ll understand anything you’re going through. I don’t deserve better, and I don’t want better. I want you Bucky. You’re not alone in this baby I swear.”

Bucky pulled Y/N to his chest, as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m so sorry baby. I love you too Y/N so much.” He kissed Y/N’s forehead.

“Oh and I wanted to kill him so badly but I knew you weren't going to like that so I stopped."

"You know me so well."

Bucky apologized again, “I’ve missed you so much. I can’t wait to make up.” He began to kiss on her neck making Y/N tilt her head to the side so he could have more access.

"Hm, I'll accept it if you dance on the dance floor with me."

"No! God no. I'll do anything but that. You know I don't like dancing." Bucky pulled back groaning but she gave him the puppy eyes.

"Please? Or I'm going to stay mad at you."

Bucky rubbed his hand over his face, "Fine."

Y/N smiled jumping in his arms and they rested under her butt to keep her held up.

"Yayyy!! This is going to be fun."

"I’m only doing this for you baby.”

“That’s the best part.”

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This took a long ass time to edit but I hope you guys like it. Like I said earlier I know this episode is overused but I had written this when tfatws was still airing so yeah.

I’m posting something since I haven’t posted in so long.

If this one-shot doesn’t make sense let me know cause it’s almost 3 am while I’m trying to edit and add stuff to this and I’m so sleepy 😂

Thank you for reading!

Stay slutty my friendsss 💕

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ashecampos · 2 years

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THE HOODIE

Female Y/N, and the avengers are on a road trip, separate cars. In your car you have Kate driving, yelena passenger (pretend they are dating...I know Yelena is ace and I love her for that but pls pretend) and you are sat in between Wanda and Nat.

TW - mentions of anxiety and self harm later in the story I will put a warning don't worry, if you are going through this I'm here if you need to talk.

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Music blaring, windows open and nothing but road ahead...

Finally a break from the 'superhero' life, just what everyone needed.

"Okay so here's the deal we are gonna take separate cars" Steve said getting everyone's attention, not even a second after he made his speech my arm is yanked and with it my body, looking up at the source I see my best friend Kate grinning from ear to ear like a toddler. This cannot be a good idea, she shoves me into someone, looking up at them to apologise I see Wanda smiling at me "i- uh s-sorry" I stutter for an apology while trying to hide my embarrassment "don't worry about it" she says softly making my heart skip a beat, she must've noticed this as she looks away from me hiding a smile. Wtf was that? Pulling my thoughts aside and ignoring whoever's speaking to me I look to see who else is in our car. Yelena, obviously her and Kate are the most chaotic yet adorable couple in the tower. And lastly...Natasha. She's scarily hot and intimidating, and let me tell you that's my type.

"Cmon Y/N get in, im not getting in the middle seat" Nat snaps me out of my trance, I look around and through my mind wandering we have walked to the car and everyone except me and Nat have gotten in. I apologise and get into the middle seat, my hand brushes against Wanda's for a brief second.

Next thing I know we are on the road.

I glance at Nat, she has her arm out the window, she looks so badass.

Then I glance at Wanda who is reading a book, one leg up to her chest, book resting on her knee, she's infatuating, even when doing a simple thing such as reading.

Kate and Yelena are singing their hearts out, the way Yelena looks at Kate as she drives is so amazing, she really adores the girl.

Everyone seems so happy, I look down at my hands, not that you can see them. My hoodie pulled down to my knuckles to hide the bruises and cuts. Everyone else is wearing tank tops and shorts, here I am black skinny jeans and a oversized hoodie. I feel so stupid. Not as stupid as I would feel if everyone knew about the state of my arms and legs.

I realise my leg is bouncing.

And down

I watch as my leg bounces quickly. I try my best to stop it as I feel like people would ask questions. I squeeze my eyes shut pleading with my brain to stop the anxiety 'stop shaking stop shaking please man' I beg in my head, of course It doesn't work. Apparently my brain hates me and doesn't hear me.

But something else did...or someone

I feel a hand slowly place itself onto my thigh. I look up and at it's owner. Wanda. She looks at me concerned before leaning over and whispering "your thoughts are loud wanna talk about it?" I sit there with my mouth agape, breathing heavy and hands shaking. Nat must've caught on because her hand firmly grips onto my hands, stopping them from shaking. I snap my head toward Nat giving her a look of confusion.

As Yelena and Kate are too interested in the music and each other's company. Nat and Wanda take the opportunity to comfort me.

Having the two people I've been crushing on for years next to me knowing that I am struggling makes me panic more, my heart beats faster and my body shakes more.

"So you like the beach?" Nat questions randomly..probably to take my mind off things. I nod slowly "uh y-yeah like surfing is cool" wtf was that Y/N what a idiotic comeback. Nat chuckles a bit at my response as I put my head down.

A small cold hand lifts my head up, Wanda makes me look at her as she smiles softly "let us help you, okay?" She nods waiting for a response, in return I slowly nod.

"hey Lena can we make a stop? it's getting too claustrophobic in here" Nat interrupts the girls singing session, yelena turns around and looks at me realising somethings up "sure, uh Kate there should be a gas station a mile or so down that way" yelena points to the right side of the road as Kate looks at her weirdly because of the use of her name instead of a nickname.

Kate radios to the team that we need to go for a bathroom break as we turn into the gas station. All the other cars follow.

Minutes later most of the avengers are either inside the gas station getting snacks and filling up their tanks. Nat is outside talking to Clint leaving me and Wanda alone in the car.

"You coming?" Wanda says now outside the car leaning into the car holding her hand out for me, I take it and get out, cool air hits my face and i sigh.

((TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ))

— DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED —

"Hey y/n take your hoodie off you look like your gonna pass out" Banner states like I don't already know that. "Back off" I say back as I walk into the gas station with Wanda following me. "he was just trying to help, plus you do look like your overheating" Wanda grabs my arm spinning me around as pain shoots up my body starting from my wrist, i try my best to keep a straight face but she sees straight through me "bathroom now." she points to the restroom door, I walk into the cold room and she shuts the door behind us "can i get the girls?" She looks down at me while I nod tears threatening to fall down my face as she turns to leave "stay here..please" she then walks out of the room closing the door.

I walk backwards till my back hits the cold wall, I slide down the wall covering my face with my hands and silently screaming into my hands. Kate already knows because she walked in on me once and Yelena guessed it somehow but Nats non the wiser because she's never really paid attention to me.

Minutes later the door swings open and a pair of warm arms wrap around me, they are Kate's because she does this every time this happens. (wish my friends would lol..anyway) Wanda kneels down to be facing me, Nat is stood in the corner of the bathroom frozen in place staring at me, Yelena starts to panic "uh I'll get a first aid kit" she then drags Nat out of the room with her quickly. Tears stream down my face as Kate moves to sit cross legged next to me and Wanda does the same sitting in front of me now. "w-uh when did you uh" Kate does hand signals toward my arms while she tries to form words with the added intimidation of Wanda being there. "4am" is all I can make out with my head down.

Yelena and Nat rush back in with first aid kits and vodka "we sent the boys to get McDonald's, that's a good 10 miles away so we have time" Nat says with a calm and collected look. Yelena walks over dropping the first aid kit on the floor and pulling me into her arms alike to what Kate done recently "can we see?" She asks softly as she grabs my hand awaiting my response.

All I can do is not even though every cell in my body is telling me to say no and run away from this I nod.

Kate grabs my other hand squeezing it as Yelena gently pulls up the sleeves on my hoodie and traces her fingers over the angry red lines that litter my arm. She sighs while looking over them. Wanda grabs the first aid kit from the floor and grabs the vodka from Natasha's hand. She opens the vodka and holds it to my mouth "drink" she orders, I do as she says, i down some of it as it stings my throat a bit "okay keep still this is gonna hurt like a bitch" Kate chirps in as she grabs the vodka and pours a little bit on my cuts, I squirm about as Yelena and Wanda try to hold me in place. I bite down on my bruised lip hard as every nerve in my body is screaming.

i zone out after that going in and out of focus on what the others are doing, the next thing I focus on is my arms bandaged up and my hoodie on the floor leaving me in an old tank top Valkyrie gave me from Asgard before it was destroyed. Yelena smirks at this and hands me a deep blue flannel instead of my hoodie. I take it and put it on hiding my arms once more. Wanda helps me up and we walk out of the gas station, throwing everything in the trunk of the car just as the boys arrive, just as they stop Tony says "hey kid nice to see you in something other than a hoodie" he nods knowingly with a smile.

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deberiaestarescribiendo · 3 years

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Desperate situations call for desperate measures. #Writer Wednesday 21/04/21

Pairing: Dave York x F!reader

Summary: You're desperate, with nothing to lose you accept helping one of your friends in what looks to be a very dubious job and the man in charge intimidates you and owns every single one of your thoughts since you met him

Warnings: I mean is Murder daddy Dave 🤷‍♀️. Blood, violence, guns, swearing, descriptions of anxiety and panic and sexual innuendo. Nothing too graphic but let me know if I should note anything else, thanks

A/N: I blame my national public TV channel for broadcasting The Equalizer 2 a few weeks ago, now I have THOTS and reading many amazing Fanfics on this site it's making it worse. Another Pedro's character I'm fascinated by (and would gladly be railed by). This is my second piece for #Writer Wednesday thank you for this again @autumnleaves1991-blog 🤗 I’m super excited to read what everybody has prepared for this week. No beta’d, sorry for any misspelling and terrible grammar.

Everything that could go wrong went wrong.

Suddenly you’re walking with a pair of stupid high heels in a cold muddy path, there’s nothing but a few street lamps but this white fog surrounds the night like a thick cape blocking their light so you can see nothing, even the moon is invisible and above you there’s an only a dark immensity without stars.

Fuck, fuck, fuck you repeat trembling, this stupid silky dress and the thin shawl you wear doesn’t protect you for this freezing night. Stupid fucking dress, stupid fucking heels you mutter, your teeth chatter and you try to focus on the road and finding anything that could get you out of here without getting yourself killed. Your shoes appear to have heard your complaints when they snap and break and you almost fall down.

“FUCK!” you scream this time and instantly regretting it, you don’t know who could be listening. Now you can walk faster but the probability to lose one or a few of your toes is getting higher every minute that you expend walking barefoot through this dreadful place.

As an apparition, a miracle, you see a dim white light at the end of the road. You run, you could even smile if your face muscles were not frozen. You feel your tears forming warm trickles on your cheeks when you arrive to the phone booth. You haven’t use one in years, even thought they were extinct but now it is as if you had found God.

You open your small red velvet purse, so pathetically small that your phone couldn’t fit in it so you gave it to Tom, and now what? It’s inside his pocket, probably soaked in his blood. Soaked in blood of your dead friend. You stupid friend that got you into this situation on the first place.

“Whatever happens, if everything goes to shit, call this number” he had told you giving you a white card, a number and a name on it: Dave.

Your hands shake so much that you almost drop the card, but you place it on the small tray full of vulgar vocabulary and very graphic drawings inside the booth. You thank karma or whatever it’s up there that all your cards got cancelled last month and recently you relay on cash. A few quarters and cents, a few bills that you had stolen on your way to the club where you were supposed to do the jobwere all you had on your name now. And the rest, what you had saved, your clothes and the few luxuries you own; a book, an old picture and a plant, are gone, forever, they’re at Tom’s house and you know now that he’s dead and has botched the job you could never return to his home if you want to keep being alive. You stretch your fingers and take a deep breath before dropping the coins and dialing the number.

Please pick up, please pick up

You see the counter on the small screen eating your coins away. And you don’t have anything else

Please, please

“York”

his voice is deep, a slight tone of annoyance in it, logically because you’re calling at 2 AM

“Dave?”

“Yes, who’s this?” you shudder hearing him, you convince yourself it’s because you’re cold but you know it’s not. You’re thinking of the man that owns this velvety voice: brown dark eyes piercing you as if you were made of paper and he could read every little corner and secret that you keep

“I’m Tom’s friend, he’s dead, and now I’m on the middle of nowhere and I need help, please” you plea, your last words sound more like a little girl whimpers

“I’m on my way” and he hangs up

You’re left there looking even more scared and confused. You recoil to the small protection of the booth waiting for that man. That man that lurks in your dreams, that scares you and intrigues you and that has occupied every thought since you met him.

A week ago

“So, explain to me again, what are we doing?”

“You need the money or not?” Tom stops and confronts you in the middle of the road

“I need it, of course, but I want to know what I’m getting myself into before ending up dead or in jail” you say not moving until he is a little clearer

“We’re meeting with one of my boss’ men and he will give us something to hand to someone else in a place and a time they had accorded. And that’s it. You and I get paid and everybody’s happy” he says with a desperate smile “C’mon” he approaches you and squeeze gently your arms, he even bends a little to meet your gaze “you know I have many friends and I have proposed this to you, only you, haven’t I? Cos I trust you” he adds

“Because I’m fucking broke, Tom. The rest of your friends wouldn’t be as desperate as me” You blurt

“Okay, let’s meet him and if it doesn’t convince you, I’ll do it alone. C’mon, let’s not be late, he would not like that”

You nod reluctantly. You hope this dude would pay for lunch, you’re starving, you had some instant noodles last night and today your breakfast was the crumbs of cereals that Tom had left because he was too lazy to throw away the box.

The restaurant is clearly not made for people like you and Tom, the employees look at you up and down but when they’re about to kick you out, a big man approaches them and he guides you to a part of the local that is quite with a warm and intimate light. There’re a few tables but they’re all empty, the last one is occupied by a well-dressed man that looks at the both of you intently.

Your first thought is that he doesn’t look as you had expected. You were sure that Tom was involved with drug dealers and whatever the job entitled was about drugs, weapons or both. He looks like a middle-age business man, or a public agent. He wears a tailored dark gray suit, an elegant wool coat and he’s clean shaven, elegant shoes, expensive, you think. God, make him be nice enough so he pays for lunch

When you face him, although you stay behind Tom, your theories about the man crumble. His eyes, those dark brown orbs, are fixed at Tom and his defined jaw clenches, in a second his eyes are on you and you can’t stand his gaze much longer.

“Hi, Dave, I didn’t know I would be seeing you, I thought I’d be meeting Resnik as usual” Tom voice is high and shaky, so it confirms your thoughts; the man is dangerous even if he doesn’t look like it

“This is important, and you came accompanied” he tilts his head to you

“I thought this was a job for two” Tom takes a sit in front of him and Dave leans on his seat stretching his shoulders, he’s broad, strong, how did you think this man was no threat at all?

“You thought” he smirks and you freeze on your feet, is it too late to run away? “And what’s your name?”

You tell him, your voice sounds pathetic, a little too squeaky. He smiles and wet his lips with the tip of his tongue and suddenly every coherent thought that you could think is out of the window.

“Please take a sit” Dave appears to be a little bit more relax now, he crosses his hands over the table and smiles to the two of you “So why do you think you could be of service?”

“Well, it’s a club, a guy alone is usually a creep but if we go together we’re a couple, and they wouldn’t look at me if I’m with her” he chuckles and points at you

You open your mouth about to insult Tom and seeing that his intentions could be way more different that you thought. You’re not doing that kind of job

“Yeah” Dave agrees and looks at you up and down, he doesn’t avert his eyes when you look at him with you eyebrow raised. He’s not ashamed, he’s checking you out and he wants you to know it “It’s actually not a bad plan”

“I’m sorry, but whatis the plan?” you interrupt

“It’s simple, you and your boyfriend...”

“He’s not my boyfriend” you clarify

“Right” he seems to think about that for a few seconds, before he resumes the conversation “You two go to this club, there, you’ll meet the contact and you’ll give them this” he raises his hand and the big man that had previously taken you to the table gives him a black briefcase “There’re two things that are extremely important” He pushes the case towards you “one, you cannot open it and see what’s inside, I’ll know if you do. Two, whatever happens you must acquire the envelope that the contact would give to you in exchange for this”

“Consider it done, Dave” Tom reaches for the man and gently taps on his arm. You watches as the man tenses when he’s touched and if looks could kill...Tom would be dead on the ground in this very second

“I’m sorry, can I ask you a question?” you raise your hand and the tense moment passes when Dave looks at you and he’s smiling, actually a very warm smile

“Of course”

“You said whatever happens, what could happen? Who are we meeting?” you ask, Tom opens widely his eyes and kicks you under the table

“Don’t worry Tom, they are actually pretty good questions” when he switches his eyes to Tom, he’s back to that opaque stare that makes you tremble “I’m not going to lie to you, sweetheart” he sighs, the endearing term has made your belly turn and it’s not hunger, at least not the food type “this people are dangerous, and they could try to trick you into changing the terms of the agreement, or ask questions about me or any other thing, and you must stay put and seal the deal fast and easy. Don’t do anything stupid”

“Right... what’s inside the case?” you ask again, you try really hard not to avert your eyes, he has his eyes fixed on you, his gaze goes from your eyes to your lips and you squirm on your seat.

“I cannot tell you that” he shakes his head “but it’s something valuable, you have to be very careful with it”

“If we are caught by the police with that” you point to the briefcase “are we gonna be in trouble?”

He smirks and crosses his arms over his chest; you cannot prevent your eyes from admiring how the fabric of his clothes tenses around his muscles.

“You don’t have to worry about the police” he assures

“I feel you’re telling us not to worry about many things and I think it’s on the contrary we have too many things to worry about...with all due respect” you add, Tom kicks you harder this time and giggles nervously

“It’s your first time, it’s natural! I’ve done a few times, you don’t have to worry, you’ll be with me! right, Dave?” Tom slaps him on his shoulder again playfully and the man flinches and has a menacing look if you do it one more time, asshole, we’re going to die right here right now you think

“Right” he answers “Tom, why don’t you go with Kovac to the car you’ll use for the job, there you’ll have the phones and everything you’ll need to complete the mission” he says eventually. The big man, Kovac, approaches the table and stands besides Tom until he gets up to follow him.

You stand up too, thinking that the lunch is over.

“Stay, please” Dave grabs your wrist softly and you gasp when you feel his warm touch

“I-I” you stutter

“Don’t you want to eat anything? I sense you have more questions” he doesn’t let go of your hand, he brushes his fingers softly where you skin is thinner and you feel your pulse rushing, surely he does too

“Yes...I mean I could eat something” you sit, the rumbling on your belly confirms your hunger

“Order anything you want” he stands up and raises a hand towards a waitress. She rushes to the table with the menus while Dave takes off his coat and jacket, he raises his sleeves carefully and you are not aware that you’ve been staring at him the whole time with eyes wide open and lips partially parted, you’re completely dumb by his presence. He’s tall, strong and broad and you can’t smell his cologne and his aftershave from there and all you can think is coming closer to him and tasting his neck.

You look down the menu suddenly when you find that Dave has caught you admiring him and is smiling slyly at you.

“Anything you like?” he asks

“Yeah...I’d like...” you read as fast as you can trying to find something, the prices are ridiculous “the salad” you answer

“You can order anything, sweetheart” the term makes you skin tingle again, he’s voice is actually sweet and his smile docile this time when he sits again facing you

The waitress comes back and asks for your order but it’s smiling widely to Dave.

“So what you would like to order, sir?”

“We’re both getting the prime steak” he answers and you blush, of course you’d like to eat that but it’s so freaking expensive you didn’t even think about that

“Fries or roasted vegetables?” she taps on the screen

“Both” yes, you cheer inside your head, you’re going to eat properly for the first time in months

You actually don’t care about the job or Dave or anything when the plate arrives, and certainly you have forgotten about your friend, it’s been long enough but the scent of the meat makes your mouth water. You have forgotten your manners too; you attack the steak as if you were a caveman. The pleasure of the first bite makes you moan and wiggle or your seat.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Dave comments and you’re suddenly aware of where you are and with whom, he has an amused look

“Thank you” you say with your mouth full

“It’s nothing”

“I looked that hungry, huh? that’s why you ordered this?”

“Yes, you seemed to need a bit of protein. Protein makes you brain function properly and I need you sharp and quick if you’re going to work for me” he says picking from his plate

“You think I will work for you, I mean for longer than just this one job?” you scoff, you’re desperate, but you want to keep on the good track, find a proper job, a small apartment and stay out of trouble

“You don’t want to? I think you need the job” he licks his lips and you are again looking longer than you should

“Yes, but I need a proper job, a salary each month a conventional one. No offence”

“None taken. So you’re not like your friend”

“No, I guess I’m not. I’m just in a rough patch. Desperate situations calls for desperate measures” You shrug

“Hmm” he hums “I’m glad I can help you out of it then” he adds

“Yes, thank you. Though I’m still thinking that it could get me more trouble than I already have” you counter

“No if you’re smart and I think you’re a pretty smart girl”

“You’ve just met me”

“I’m good at reading people, part of the job” he shrugs

“So I’m a hungry desperate smart girl. Seems accurate”

“Pretty” he completes

“What?” you ask thinking you had heard him wrong

“I said you’re a hungry―I hope not anymore― desperate, pretty comma smart girl. Pretty as an adjective” he clarifies

You blush and look at him opening and closing your mouth searching for words

In that moment, Kovac and Tom arrive. The large man nods to Dave, and Tom looks at you and your half empty plate with a confused look.

“I have to go, but please, sit and finish your dish, you can order whatever you want too, Tom. Everything is on me. You don’t have to worry” Dave stands up and puts his jacket and coat back. You think you see a little bit of disappointment on his face. He reaches his hand to you, you drop the fork thinking that he wants to shake your hand but he brushes his thumb over your lower lip where a drop of the meat’s blood and sauce stains your chin.

“It’s been a pleasure” he says and then licks his thumb. He goes before you can answer and Tom is talking to you but you don’t listen.

All you could think was him, repeating that moment again and again in your mind.

“Are you listening?”

“Huh?”

“I told you about the car they gave us. It’s pretty cool”

You smile and focus on your plate, the juicy meat is delicious but all that passes through your brain is his lips. You bite and moan loudly.

Two hours before the phone booth call

The club is actually a house, a clandestine local in a remote place full of people playing poker and other types of game betting more money than you’ve ever seen. You and Tom arrive there holding hands, his left hand holding the briefcase. Tom had bought you your outfit, high heels that you don’t know how to walk with, a very revealing dress and the idiot forgot you hadn’t a proper coat to wear with this and here you are in the middle of winter with a shawl. Luckily the place is warm enough and you just suffered during the time you run to the entry from the parking.

The establishment smells like alcohol and cigars, its red velvet walls reminds you of the interior of a coffin and that image makes you shiver. You try not to look at anybody and focus on following Tom to the black armored door at the back. When you arrive he knocks twice before a small slot opens and a man asks for a password.

“Just like spy movies, huh?” Tom smiles and you would laugh but you’re terrified. Once that door closes behind you, there’s no way out

A large man dressed in black escort you through a red lighted aisle towards another armored door. This time he’s the one knocking twice, the slots opens and when a pair of eyes look through it you hear the locks being unlocked before they open it.

There’re ten people inside, chatting over a black table with some glasses on it. The conversation stops when you enter. Without a sign some of them are escorted out and only three men stay.

“Sit please, your girl can serve herself a drink” one man says, sitting at the center of the table. He’s dressed also in black, he’s blond hair sleek and shiny with hair gel “I guess you have something for me”

“Yes” Tom approaches the table and places the briefcase at the center. You do as you’ve been told and approach the bar full of different drinks. You’re too nervous to drink but you grab one of the empty glasses and pour some liquor in it. Your back is pressed against the sticky wood and you try to act casual.

The second man on the left takes it and opens it and shows it to the two other. There’s only one light in the room above the table and from here you can’t see much but it’s clear that the briefcase is full of money.

“Excellent. Did you know how much there is inside it?” the blond man ask Tom

“No” Tom seems relaxed, his arm leans on his chair and has his legs crossed

“There’s half a million here” he answers

“Wow!” Tom laughs

“For such a tiny thing” the man grabs something from his pocket and places a small white envelope on the table “Do you know what this is?”

“No”

And we don’t want to know you answer in your head Gosh Tom, let’s go

“Just an address. Somebody really valuable for your boss, look how much he’s paying. This poor fellow” he taps over the envelope “it’s nobody to me, that’s why I’m willing to trade this simple information knowing it will get him killed, but I have another deal for you, one that I’m really interested in”

Say no, no, we have to go now you clear your throat to get his attention but Tom ignores you

“You just have to let us track you to the place where you’ll meet your boss. And you can take the case back with you and I promise one similar to this one will find you once we kill your boss” he offers. Tom bites the inside of his cheek and hums

“Just track me?”

No, no, no you scream inside. You place the glass on the bar loudly but Tom is fixed with hungry eyes on the case.

“Let us install a simple tracking device to your car. And take this” he pushes the open briefcase “it’s yours”

Tom smiles and grabs it “Thank you”

“My colleague will accompany you to your car” the blonde man smiles back and the other man that reminded silent during the meeting gets up to follow Tom back to the car.

You walk to the table before they leave.

“I’m sorry, but he’ll need the envelope for the meeting. He cannot present himself empty handed, he will be dead before you could find his boss and they will make sure it’s the right one” you say shyly

“You’re a smart girl” the blond says “Here you are” he tends the paper and you force a smile.

You rush towards Tom and grab his hand. The man follows you a few meters away in silence. So you grab Tom by the waist and faking a smile whispers to his ear “What the fuck are you doing? Dave is going to kill us. You betrayed him”

“It’s a million dollars and they can take care of Dave for all I know he can die, he was paying a misery and I’m the one getting my ass in danger, don’t I?” he says back

“It’s better than being dead. And he’s going to kill us both and I did nothing, you betrayed me too”

“Calm down! I’m going to give you a part of this. Isn’t this what you wanted?” He has to raise his voice over the music once you arrive to public part of the club

“I didn’t want to die, I just want money to start again, not being involved in killing people and shit” you accused back

“Yeah right and it has nothing to do with you making eyes to Dave during lunch. Gosh, you’re pathetic. Shut up, take the money, and we will see each other never again” he pushes you from him clearly not caring to keep the being a couple front anymore.

When you arrive to the parking, Tom leaves the briefcase on the back seat. You stand a few meters away not knowing what to do. Tom is the only way out from here but you don’t want to participate in his treason.

“Open the driver’s door” the man says standing behind Tom

“Right away, brother”

Everything happens in an instant. You hear the gasp, the air leaving Tom’s body and his corpse hitting the ground more than the shot. Once the man raises the gun to you, you’re already running away.

You hear the bullets breaking the air and you run faster, tears running from your eyes but your bite your lips to prevent you from crying out loud knowing that he can hear you. Once your chest hurts and burns you stop, hidden in the tall grass you listen intently trying to know if he’s following you. And you wait. And you wait more.

You crouch down and you suddenly remember that you’re holding so hard to your purse and the little piece of paper that your hand hurts. You hold the envelope to your heart and sit on the cold mud because your legs cannot hold you any longer.

Present. Phone Booth

You think about the trip from town to this place and try to calculate how long it would take Dave to arrive. And it’s long and probably you’ll be dead before he comes even close. The men from the club must be looking for you. You’re a loose end, you know their faces and their place, everything. And you know Dave too. Shit.What are you going to tell him? Yes, Tom betrayed you but I didn’t. I actually didn’t want to do it, but did I prevent it? I couldn’t but what would he think? You’re a loose end for him too.

You know he runs shady business. And for all he knows you wanted to take the money as well and just was quicker on your feet so you ran away. He doesn’t know you; he knew Tom and he betrayed him. How could he trust you?

You need something, something to make him think you are true, that you didn’t betray him. And though you felt something in your little lunch together, he could just be playing with you or interested in a carnal way. God knows you had had very inappropriate thoughts about him too, but that doesn’t make you any less of a traitor. Pretty he said, pretty enough to be kept alive even though he doesn’t know if he can trust you? You don’t think so.

Whatever happens you must acquire the envelope he had said. So you open it. There’s a simple address on it:

8518 Rayburn Rd, Bethesda, MD 20817

So you expend the rest of the time repeating again and again. Until the pair of lights of the car appear through the fog. You hope it’s Dave and not the men from the club If it’s so I’ve expended my last moments alive memorizing a stupid address. Great.

The black car drives slowly until it’s a few meters away. You grab the paper and make a ball out of it and swallow it fast chewing hard. It’s horrible, raspy and muddy, but you know that throwing it wouldn’t do it as well as tear it apart. The paper needs to disappear; you must be indispensable to him.

You actually cry in relief when Dave calls your name and you run towards the lights. You actually don’t think your action but when you see his shape you run faster and hug him tightly. He’s warm and smells delicious as you noticed at the restaurant. He tenses at first but then he holds you back, gently patting your head and hushing you with calming noises.

“You’re alright, you’re safe now” you know it’s not actually true but in that second you enjoy it “Get in the car, you’re freezing” he caresses your arms up and down trying to warm you

When you get in the car, you feel as you have step inside the gates of heaven. It’s warm and cozy, the leather is the softest thing you have ever felt and everything smells like Dave. He gets in the driver’s seat and grabs something from the back: his wool coat and throws it over you and tucks you in it. He stays in silence for a few minutes and you feel yourself doze off when he speaks in a soft and low tone.

“So what happened?” he sighs and leans on his seat turning to you

“Tom was a fucking idiot” you spat and he grins “They offered him the money inside the briefcase for your location and promised him more money” you speak the truth, you know there’s no point in lying to him “He accepted and well, I didn’t know what to say, I tried to change his mind but it was too late”

“What happened to the envelope?” he asks

“I took it”

“Can you give it to me?” he reaches a hand and you see he’s wearing leather gloves, actually he’s completely dressed in black

“No” you say and you bite your lip

“You lost it?” he asks and you cannot read what’s going through his mind but his eyes are fixed on you, darker than you remembered

“No” you say

“You have to give it to me” he says and his voice gets lower, it should be menacing, it is, but you feel your lower belly twist

“I ate it” you answer

“You did what?” he looks surprise but you cannot tell if he’s mad or amused

“I remember the address” you take out one single finger from under the coat and point to your temple “I memorized it and ate it so you wouldn’t kill me”

Dave stays there in silence for a few minutes, and then smirks and chuckles

“Very good” he praises “You did very good” he reaches for you cheek and brushes his leather gloved hands tenderly “Good girl” his voice is low and deep and it makes you squirm under your cover, his coat, that smells just like him.

“You’re not going to kill me?” you murmur

“No, I cannot do it now, don’t I?” he smiles at you

“But what about when I tell you the address and you kill whoever lives there, what then?” you say, now that you’re warm enough you are aware of the mess you made of his car, mud stains everywhere, his coat is ruined “I’m a witness and now I know you’re about to kill somebody” you add

“You remember what I told you at the restaurant?” he asks and starts the car finally moving from this dreadful place

Yes, you called me sweetheart a couple of times and then called me pretty you want to answer

“I told you about working for me” he reminds you

“You want me to work for you?”

“Yes. I want it since I first met you, sweetheart” you actually surprise yourself once you feel that you’re smiling when he calls you that again

“You trust me? But Tom...”

“Tom was Tom, you are you. And I trust you to be smarter than he was. You have proved it to me, he failed the test he had to pass” you admire his strong big hands on the wheel and his straight posture that allows you to marvel at his features and his long neck

“What test?” you say after scolding yourself for looking at him like an idiot

“This test”

“This was a test? What?” you cry

“Not in the sense that it was prepared, of course. Those men were very much interested in me and my team, and I knew they were trying to get some of my men to turn. I have to test Tom before he entered the team for more complicated tasks, I had to know if he was ready, and he wasn’t”

“And why did you let me get in this?”

“That was his first mistake. Never ever” he points with his finger “tell another person about the job or try to get somebody on it without me asking first. I allowed it because I saw something in you. A hunger”

“Is that a joke?” you ask

“I guess” he smirks “but also true, you said it yourself ‘desperate situations call for desperate measures’ That was what got me on this kind of job on the first place. I liked you, I’d just hoped you were as smart as you looked and got out there alive. And you did”

“What if I don’t want it?” you mutter

“Hmm” he evaluates for a moment “Again, I hope you’re smarter than that and refuse the only chance you have. I mean, you have been evicted, all your accounts cancelled, you don’t have a family and the relatives that you still have you wouldn’t contact them even if you were dying, so, I’m the only thing you got, sweetheart”

“Did you investigate me?” you ask after a few quite minutes. He’s right, you know that

“Yes, I have to know everything if you’re going to be part of the team” he admits with a shrug

“I know nothing about you, or your team, how am I going to trust you?” you demur

“You will learn to trust me and the team once you’re trained” he explains

“Train? Who’s going to train me? and for what?”

“I’m going to train you. I’m going to train you until you’re what I want and what I need and in time; I think it will be a satisfying ending for both of us and this situation”

“What kind of job would I do?”

“Kill” he says simple and straightforward

You shiver at his words and hold tight to his coat. Do you really want to be an assassin? Do you have a choice?

He stops the car. You don’t have a house, you have nothing, only this, a dirty dress and a borrowed coat and the help of a man you’re sure could and would kill you without hesitation. And though, you have no choice there’s a side of you that’s dying to surrender to him, to let him make you what he wants. You desire to be his, you want to be what he wants, what he needs but not as his associate, not exactly like that.

“So what do you say? Do you want to be mine?” you squirm on your seat.

“Yes”

#Writer Wednesday #Dave York x F!reader #Pedro Pascal #Dave York #The Equalizer 2 #Dave York x f!reader #Dave York x you #Pedro Pascal characters #Pedro Pascal fanfiction #The Equalizer 2 fanfiction #Pedro Pascal fanfic #Dave York fanfic

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Cottage Hills : The Red Chamber Part VI

Won's Promise

"Come closer, my son."

Won sets down the tray of medicine he was holding and sits by his father's bed. The man who had taught him everything he knows about magic, about making poisons, and who raised him, is on his deathbed.

Won :

"What is it, father? You need to conserve your energy, I've brought you your med-"

Won's Father :

"No. Leave it. My time has come. I can feel my life slipping away even now... But you are still young, still strong. You must never forget our family's shame, what they did to us, why we came here, to Shang Tao..."

Won :

"Yes father. You've been training me all my life to avenge the Moshu name."

Won's Father :

"Promise me, Won. No, swear to me, that you will go back, reclaim the manuscript of our forefathers that they stole and destroy them all. The Goodmans, the Elmsleys and the Rosenbergs... Promise me!"

Won :

"I swear to you father. I will go and avenge us. I will rain suffering upon them like they've never known, and I will claim back what they took, and destroy them all!"

The Black Cup

As the full moon reaches its highest, Won utters a silent prayer to his father, as he remembers the promise he made on his deathbed.

"I promise you father. I will not let you down."

As if on cue, the moon's light pierces through the cloudy autumn night, and shines through the broken stained glass windows behind him. The rays of moonlight hit the cauldron, and as Won recites the chants written in the manuscript over the potion, the mystical powers of the full moon's light are unleashed. The cauldron begins to bubble.

The Black Cup is finally complete.

The Next Day...

My Servo is Missing

It's the morning of the mid autumn hotpot, and Wally is choosing a pumpkin to bring to the hot pot when Olkan comes by, asking if Zack came here. Olkan had returned from a particularly rough night out of werewolfing only to find that Zack wasn't waiting for him by the fire, with a hearty meal prepared, like he normally would be. Wally helps Olkan to search, and says that Zack could have simply gone to visit Gray. They later find Gray at Mary's bookshop, helping her prepare some ingredients for the hot pot later that evening.

Gray:

"Missing? That's unlike him. Zack's inbuilt compass should be able to help him find his way no matter what."

Mary:

"We haven't seem him recently. He's not been in town since summer, actually, but come on, we'll help you look for him around town."

They join Olkan in searching for Zack. After looking all afternoon and not finding him anywhere around town, Olkan starts to get worried. It's almost sundown so he can't stay here, and decides to head back to the woods.

Olkan:

"Thank you all for your help, I'm sorry for the trouble. Its getting late, Zack might be home now, perhaps he had just gone to pick some mushrooms and I got overly concerned. I'll head back into the woods to find him."

Mary:

"Don't be silly, there's nothing to apologise for. We are all worried for Zack too, he's our friend, you both are. Come on, Wally, let's go help Olkan look in the woods."

Gray:

"I'll go tell the others that Zack is missing, they should be gathered at the town square now for the hot pot, I'll get everyone to help search the woods too. I'll meet you there later!"

Before Olkan can stop them, Gray runs off. But as its getting late, Olkan has no choice but to head back into the woods for now. With a full moon out tonight, Olkan cannot risk transforming anywhere near town.

A Scarecrow in the Mist

Olkan, Wally and Mary scour the woods, looking for Zack. They search the berry patch where Zack often goes but he's not there either. As the sun begins to set however, Olkan starts to get anxious, and desperately tries to get the other two to leave.

Olkan:

"Look, thank you for helping me search for Zack but please it is now getting dark, and I've held you long enough. I'll never forgive myself if something were to happen to you. Please, let me escort you out of these woods, it is not safe here at night."

Wally:

"Don't worry Olkan, we aren't going anywhere, let's head back to your place for now, maybe Zack is there. We can wait there with you"

Olkan :

"No!..... Really, I..I insist, you cannot stay here - wait, quiet, someone is coming.."

Olkan motions to them to hide behind a nearby tree. They run behind a large tree and as they watch in disbelief, Scrampy emerges from the mist, walking like a human!

Mary:

"Look! It's...it's a walking scarecrow!"

Wally:

"Hey wait, that's the scarecrow that was at the Harvest Fest, Scrampy! What's going on here? "

Olkan:

"Quiet, it'll hear us!"

Suddenly, Moguai appears right behind them and hisses loudly.

Moguai:

"You three are very loud. They're here behind the tree! Get them!"

With a flick of his wand, the scarecrow entangles them in ropes and magically whisks them out from their hiding place.

Scrampy:

"Well! Don't you three know its rude to sneak up on someone, you could have scared me, and I'm supposed to be the scary one! Luckily for you, I'm in a good mood! Alright, come on then, Moguai, we'll take them back and leave our guests with the other one for now. We can deal with them later when we return from town."

Mary:

"Wait, that voice..."

Olkan:

"The other one? Who are you? Where are you taking us?"

Scrampy:

"Questions, questions, questions! So many questions! But we'll have time for all that later..."

Won and Moguai bring them back to their hideout and who should they see there but...

Olkan, Wally and Mary:

"Zack!? What are you doing here!!?"

#the sims 2 #ts2 pictures #ts2 screenshots #ts2 neighborhood #ts2 scenery #harvest moon back to nature #sims 2 #cottage hills #harvest moon tree of life #sims 2 simblr #The Red Chamber

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RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 11 "Black Friday"

"Be careful. I'd really like to kiss you again."

"I'm saving my energy for Black Friday doorbusters tomorrow morning."

"How about you do the honors?"

"Oh, the holidays. That festive time of year where everyone's decked out in their Christmas finest."

"The season of joy and love and presents begins when the clock strikes midnight."

"I thought you got all your clothing hand-delivered by A-list designers."

"Black Friday is about buying deliberately cheap, totally forgettable Christmas gifts for friends. The obvious cheapness of the gift makes them question our friendship and makes them way easier to manipulate as they try desperately to get back on my good side."

"Is this black toilet paper?"

"Amazing. A pair of mink albino boy shorts."

"I bribe the dude who deals weed off the loading dock to let me in a half hour early."

"Torturing these soulless manatees of senseless consumerism brings me so much joy. And isn't joy what the holiday season's all about?"

'At first I was like, "What a weird turkey." And then it clicked. Like... "Damn, that's a head."

"When you agree with me, it makes me question whether I actually agree with me."

"I am gonna take this opportunity to be the strong parental influence you have never had."

"You are gonna march over to that sofa right now and you're gonna sit down because you are in a time out."

"I'm sorry. Did you just put me on a time out? You do realize I'm not seven, right?"

"Well, behold how badly you've failed."

"I think it's pretty safe to assume that your career is over."

"Now, if you'll excuse us, we're going to the mall to exercise our patriotic right to join hundreds of thousands of our fellow out-of-breath Americans in sweatpants as they make frenzied, ill-thought-out purchases of cheap, crappy garbage they can't afford and don't need. To deny us of that right would be un-American."

"Let's go, sluts."

"I want to know what I'm being charged with."

"You drove your pickup truck through the front window of a Best Buy."

"You killed or maimed people. Let's go."

"Sounds awful, but I'd keep that to yourself."

"You're not really helping yourself."

"Most of the uniformed cops out there are working on a volunteer basis because they get backed up inside if they don't crack a few skulls every day."

"There's a killer on the loose and you're telling us this town has no police force?"

"I don't understand why you have to get us the crappiest gifts possible and then make sure we know about it beforehand just to ruin the surprise."

"I mean, that's like bringing pineapples to Hawaii."

"So would you feel the need to waste $13,000 buying me something I already have?"

"Maybe instead of using my disgusting wealth to buy my friends crap, I should use my disgusting wealth to buy my friends things they would actually enjoy."

"The mall is deserted."

"Oh, go on and shoot me, hag. It'll just make me young and skinny forever and you'll still be old. Come on, finish me off, you shriveled, old crone!"

"First day on the job and I caught a killer."

"Wait, you have a gun?"

"Damn! Why didn't I shoot him when I had the chance?"

"How's your crossbow wound?"

"The arrow missed all major arteries, and I'm currently rolling on some sweet painkillers."

"What exactly are you proposing?"

"I've always had this vision of a band of sisters who stand together like an impenetrable community of shields who kept everyone safe and secure."

"Sometimes, instead of shields, we need swords."

"No one is going to help us."

"No one is going to stop this until we are all dead."

"Well, I'm sorry, but she is a vindictive, amoral woman who no one is gonna miss."

"I say we poison her."

"Did you ever do it in my bed?"

"So you were gay lovers?"

"No, we were not gay lovers."

"I'm an investigative journalist."

"Well, you know, I really love the idea of a bunch of guys from different backgrounds getting together and forming a brotherhood for life."

"Have you ever been to a driving range?"

"What sort of ab regimen are you rocking, bro?"

"I guess the fact that you and I cannot stand one another is finally out in the open."

"Name your weapon."

"So pick your weapon. You can choose sabres, guns, baseball bats, small pebbles, spoons, doesn't matter to me. What does matter, is that we will fight, and we will fight to the death."

"Well, I am sorry that took so long, but, you know, a watched pot never boils."

"Being a millennial feminist means growing up listening to Taylor Swift say she doesn't like to think of the world as boys versus girls."

"That's not what feminism was about."

"How come all the pictures on the wall are selfies?"

"Oh, it smells amazing."

"Where did you get puffer fish venom?"

"I want to be there when she dies."

"That's bliss!"

"Is it nutmeg?"

"I am like a soldier at war. I am killing to stop more killing. It's totally justified."

"But what about moral law?"

"Oh, that would be hard for you?"

"I don't "rage" on Tuesday nights or have competitions about how many girls I can have sex with in one day."

"What I'm trying to say is guys join fraternities to get a sense of structure in their lives. Problem is the structure

they're buying into is antiquated. It's misogynistic and hierarchical and dangerous."

"It's misogynistic and hierarchical and dangerous."

"I don't think I'm in the right headspace right now."

"You're a rare breed, one of the true good guys."

"That's the weirdest explanation for anything I've ever heard."

"We need to think of new ways to kill her!"

"I'm really gonna cherish our time here together."

"Killing is wrong, but, under this circumstance, I don't know what other choice we have."

"Hold on, sluts."

"When I was your age, I was thoughtless about sex."

"If you don't think you're ready, you probably aren't. And if you aren't, well, then no good can come from doing it, anyway."

"The main thing is you have to be perfectly dry. The cryosauna is set to 200 degrees below zero, so any water on your skin freeze instantly."

"How come there hasn't been any screaming?"

"No, we need to get away while we still can."

"Hey, hey, it's enough. The point has been made."

"Why do you want to continue taking this any further?"

"Yes, I feel guilty!"

"Don't you ever call me again."

"I heard about these Buddhist Monks that found a way to meditate, so they can sit outside all night, way, way up in the Himalayas in weather that would kill a normal person, but their core temperature stays totally normal."

"You're thinking of the movie Teen Wolf, you brainless gash, which is not, in fact, a documentary!"

"Uh, Rasputin. He was a mystical Russian peasant who became a close advisor of Tsar Nicholas II because he could magically cure Prince Alexei of his hemophilia."

"Okay, this seems totally not germane to what we're talking about, so can we please just skip ahead?"

"Maybe she has some magical powers that make her unable to die, like some horror movie villain, like Michael Myers, or Jason, or Dr. Giggles."

"So, maybe try on a size zero."

"Okay, I'm not gonna try on the size zero because I won't fit into the size zero."

"This is discrimination!"

"Look at her. Give her something. Give her something to be happy!"

"Come on, what is wrong with these idiots?!"

"Why did you ask me to meet you here? And why are you carrying a bag clearly filled with chains?"

"I thought we could talk about bondage and go for a swim."

"You're all packed up. I thought you were staying until you cracked the case."

"I was just gonna go to the woods and write or something,

like Thoreau, but with WiFi."

"I mean, maybe I could come with you. Might be kind of romantic, you know?"

"I could bring a slow cooker, and we could talk about the case all night over short ribs?"

"Well, I do love short ribs."

"I'll always be able to say that my first was with a great, great, great guy."

"I am a sentient grown woman who has been through

hell the past few weeks, and I'm sitting next to you, now, with open eyes and an open heart, telling you that I want to give myself to you."

#rp memes #rp meme #rp starters #roleplay starters #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #scream queens

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othersideoftheparadise · 3 years

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Tampered [3/?]

Sam Wilson x cis fem! reader

Warnings: Spoilers for TFAWS. Mentions of blood, alcohol poisoning, graphic mentions of violence. This is the first time I'm ever writing something like this, so I'm open to constructive criticism.

Word count: 4.3 k ish.

Read Part 1 and Part 2 here.

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Dull pain thrummed between your eyes as the butt of the gun connected your forehead, almost making your vision black. It felt like needles pricking the skin all at once. You had to finish the mission. Your recovered, maintaining your balance back again, ignoring the pulsing pain, gripping the knife tucked in behind the belt, you dodged the punch aimed at your gut. You kicked your feet off the wall behind, as the boost gave you enough height to strike down the enemy, slashing his neck open right by the artery. Killing the very last attacker in the room. He slumps down with a thud, with blood splaying everywhere.

As the adrenaline rush wearied off, you were hungry now rather than being nervous about your mission. It was your duty to clear off the path for the Soldat and always look behind his back, just in case. More like a worm pierced onto the fishing hook for fishing. It was more like being assigned to be a bait for clearing the path.

You had to report back to the assigned rendezvous point, as you were told to be, but hunger made your ears ring. You did not have time to dwell upon in the middle of the mission, but the sweet aroma of freshly baked, warm bread and the sight of a boy around your age licking his fingers as he gobbled down plum pie definitely wanted you to think twice. Searing waves of hunger pangs hit, subconsciously leading your feet towards the boy. Hearing another set of footsteps approaching, you tried to shimmy behind the garbage bin behind, only to be yanked out by the man you never wanted to deal with.

The Soldat.

He looked down at you with his eyes reflecting no expression behind the mask. He dragged you by your hand as you protested.

“Let me go!” you trashed in, kicking and grunting against his firm grip.

‘Салдат, принеси с собой цечку, немедленно.,’ You heard the voice on the other side through the earpiece.

“N-No, No, I don’t want to go, it is so dark and p—please.” Blood was rushing to your head all at once, pulsing every beat. You didn’t want to go back. You wanted to stall as the feeling of fear overwhelmed sank into the gut.

Confusion was written all over his face; you could sense his hesitation. Previous mission with the Soldat ended up with him screaming for minutes in pain and agony when he had disobeyed. The people in the base never threatened but always made sure that you were present during the electroconvulsive therapy and when he was kept in cryo till the next session.

Shifting weight from one leg to another, your heart lurched, and your stomach tugged as you were closer to the destination. He was bruised and was limping by the time he had found you, but now he was straight up rigid, listening to the command. You remembered his gut-wrenching screams piercing in, and he took you back to the rendezvous point before the cleaning crew showed up.

“I’m sorry. I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?” where he was pressing all the wrong buttons. Zemo was one of those only men; you were eager to know what was going on in his head.

Here he was playing the role of sugar-daddy, prodding over. What was more important was how Bucky never told you that your neighbour Nakajima was one of the people on the list of his amends. It was on you that you had expected him to tell you; he had no obligation that he had to.

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” Bucky let-go of Zemo’s neck.

Sam visibly tensed up, looking at them, “I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.”

So, this was the reason why he wanted to move in.

Part of you was disappointed, but you had no right to have expectations. It was his own decision, and you had to respect it.

On the other hand, it was Zemo. It made you wondering for a while about how he was able to sit in the same room as you did. He should be angry, angry for rotting in prison after avenging his family’s death. This guy was surely a good spy and was very skilled; this was another reason you had to keep an eye on him.

Zemo devised a plan, laying out different people to meet in and around, starting from Madripoor. The city that had loose laws hence had better leverage for things to go according to him.

“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Zemo let Bucky know.

“That is not going to work.”, this plan was going to fail; Bucky can become the Winter Soldier but cannot act like one.

“And why would you say that?” his interest piqued. He obviously knew this better than anyone else. If this was one of his mind-games to rile you up, it was not happening anymore.

“Well, it was something that he was conditioned to do in his subconscious. Not in his real-time. He does not know to pretend like one.”

“Alas, we do not have a better plan, do we?” he replied back.

Knives, Check.

Guns, Check.

You found yourself scrolling aimlessly through the local television, making sure that your eyes did not skitter over to the suit that was draped over him, fitting neat and tight.

Holy fucking shit.

You had to physically make sure that you were not watching him, straining your vision onto the screen. He looked like a mafia drug lord. You knew that you would be floored if he had opted to wear the shirt with his sleeves rolled up. You wanted to have more of the Sambal and rice that was served in the morning. The appetite had appeared out of nowhere.

“Alright, I’ll be leaving now. Ping me when you’re done with your business or in case of an emergency. I’ll be looking over from the second floor, from the lodge opposite to the pub.” Part of you did not trust Zemo, but you were sure that Sam and Bucky would be able to handle themselves.

Mentally slapped yourself, ignoring the looks thrown at you. All of this would be over for once and all if the plan had worked out, and you would tell Sam that you would be leaving.

Putting the food on the plate you waited, you made sure that table was all set up before Sam came back from his jog. Things were awkward, to say the least, and tiring as well. You couldn’t care less about how people showed false compassion at Nat’s funeral, making you roll your eyes. One thing that always made you regret that you did not have anything that belonged to Nat other than her memories. Everything had burned down once Bruce snapped, even before the team could comprehend her death. It was so unfair that everything that belonged to her had been destroyed, wiping out her entire existence as if she had never existed in the first place.

Another headache was pulsing in, beating in the hollow space with every heartbeat. You heard the door slam shut, reminding you that Sam had indeed returned from the run. Here you were, preparing breakfast, soaking in the domesticity in the world where she was already forgotten. She deserved to live, live a good life after all of this with Steve. Sunlight shimmying into the house made it look like the future that you had always wanted. This was too good to be true; the team was still recovering from the loss.

Sam and you both were still managing to barely keep the relationship tied together as the honeymoon phase after the blip had ended. The real world was settling in. You had seen him struggling to set into the new world, where people had moved on without him. You tried your best to ignore it because it always ended with ‘let me handle it’ ending the conversation.

“Hey, are you listening to me?”, He asked digging in, looking over for a response. “I said that the food is delicious. It is terrific.”, He reassured after seeing you cock an eyebrow.

“I appreciate it, Sammy.”, you smiled, remembering how Nat opened up to you saying that she always wanted a family with Steve, wanted a life, a life that you were living now.

“Hey, look at me.”, he hooked your chin with his finger, lifting up. “Thinking about her is not going to bring her back alright, but you can talk to me. I’m right here. It is okay, not to be okay.”, He looked at you with all sincerity that he could muster.

All you wanted was to scoff, scoff at how he was always ready to help others but dealt with his problems all by himself.

“They were supposed to get married!”, This was when the heaviness in chest grew heavy. He was physically taken back by the new information. Maybe he didn’t know about it yet.

Shit.

“And really, Sammy? I could say the same to you. I get it, alright. I get it that we both are going through a tough phase, but I have wanted to say the same to you. All you say is ‘I can do this and shut me out.” You emphasize with your fingers, seeing his tense shoulders.

“You are so careful around me all the time that you physically look like you’re embracing yourself for shit to collapse.”, This was it; you had been waiting for weeks to say this. You saw his jaw tick with all the tension that he had been gritting in and holding back.

“N-no, No, I don’t want to go in there. Do you understand? I get what you are trying to say, but it is just that I need some time to open up about everything. The world did not wait for anyone and has been running even in all those five years.”, He said, pointing at the window.

“I need some time, m’kay? I need some time to adjust to all of this.”, He was ambiguous.

“This is how our relationship is, Sammy. We don’t talk. This-this is why you are always on alert mode whenever you are with me because you think you have to keep reasoning every time anything happens. Y-You also think that you’re better off without telling anyone about your problems.”, Emphasising the conversation, you sat looking dead in his eyes. This flared anger in him, flickering like a spark staring out a fire.

“Why does every conversation we have, has to end up about our relationship? And no, you’re wrong this time; it is not that I don’t want to talk to you about it. It is just that I need some time.”, He reasoned, trying to explain, taking deep breaths.

You both had arguments almost every single day. It was emotionally exhausting. You could not imagine what he must be going through now that everything had resumed.

“This is what I am talking about. We both have grown out of this relationship, and we have different opinions, which is absolutely fine.”, He was positive, scrapping the chair away. “But I need a break; I need a break from all of this. It is just that you and I are dealing with different things, and I’m tired of explaining this to you every time.”, He said with certainty.

It really did take some time for his words to sink in, but he was crystal clear. He approached you, instantly regretting his words.

“You’re right, Sam.”, You stared aimlessly, getting up.

“H-Hey, I did not mean it.”, his voice dropped, lacing with sadness, looking at you.

“Stay there and sit down; this is your house.”, you emphasized, motioning him. He looked distraught as seriousness stetted in.

“No, Wilson. I understand; you are right. We need a break, and this is not working out because we both need time. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was selfish and insensitive about what you are going through right now.”, Sighing you carried yourself to pack up, ignoring the headache pounding in. He didn’t deserve any of it. He deserved someone better than this.

“It is just that I’m not in the right headspace right now. I’m sorry.” You repeated again, walking out. You were too afraid to think how different life would have been if the snap had never happened. Simultaneously, you imagined how Nat would have cussed you back and forth for ruining your relationship.

“Hey James, do you have a spare room to crash in for few days?”, You whispered into the phone, hearing the beep sound.

Before you knew, you saw Zemo, Sam, and Bucky scrambling around, confused. You sighed, loading your gun, firing off people who were attacking them right away. Another line of fire came out of the window beside yours, halting immediately after the attackers were down.

What the hell?

“Wow, look at you all dressed down to take out the bad guys.”, you had sensed her but not this close. Maybe you were getting slow.

You looked up at the women, who had saved Steve and Sam back in the day. To be honest, you had forgotten about her and knew why she was ignorant about the whole situation, “I know why you’re all bitter. I’m sorry that we did not come back.”, you signified, raising up for hands, surrendering.

“Oh please, there is a difference. It is always easy for people like you to say ‘sorry’ not knowing what someone else had to go through.”, Sharon scoffed, pointing the gun.

You were also curious about what she was going to do further, as she pressed the gun to for back, guiding you to lead the way. The whole situation turned around when Sharon agreed to help in for the next lead.

Sam looked far by uncomfortable as he tugged his collar out for more air. He was sweltering down as he reached the condo.

“What’s wrong, Sam?”, You asked as he looked like he was going to collapse, unable to walk. He huffed, struggling to take out the phone that was buzzing in his pant pocket.

“Wait, let me take it out for you.”, You knew that something was wrong, but you did not want to use your powers to find out without his consent. You heard his breath hitch as you moved closer to him.

This was definitely weird.

“Just do it soon.”, His voice turned hoarse, gritting his teeth. He visibly shivered as you skimmed your fingers into the pocket to take out his phone. It was Sarah. You saw his eyes glistening as he grabbed his phone, walking straight into the room, shutting the door with a loud bang.

You almost heard Bucky snort, making you sharply turn around in his direction. What had happened down there, pushing Sam into a situation like this?

“Bucky, what did you do?” you marched as Sharon huffed, settling down to look at the show you all were putting up.

“I-I didn’t do anything. It was not me, okay.”, He stammered, with his eyes wide. He was practically pressing himself into the sofa.

“It was wine. The snake wine he drank.”, Zemo quipped in, shifting your attention.

“What? What on the fresh hell is a snake wine?” you were bewildered, to say in the least.

You heard, Oh-s and Aah-s, as Sharon spoke up, “Snake wine is assumed to be an aphrodisiac and is believed to make people strong.”, She said, gesturing at her biceps.

“It is a what?!”

“Hey, calm down, listen to me; I’ll arrange someone to buy sex toys with lots of food and hydration. It can go on for hours, but who knows.”, She nodded looking at you.

“Okay”

“No wonder he couldn’t run in those heels.”, Bucky muttered, looking around, shifting around.

You all discussed your next lead that was tipped off in the bar, hearing Sam throw up. This was not a good sign.

“Bucky, please hand me over the medicine kit. I’ll take care of him.”, You rushed in, locking the door.

The whole room was a mess, with everything strewn all over the place. The acrid smell of vomit filled in your lungs as you saw a tired Sam collapsed on the floor.

Oh my god.

“Sammy, hey, look at me.”, you were trying to shake him into consciousness. His eyes were rimmed red as he looked at you. Wiping him down with a warm washcloth, you could feel pain rattle his lungs, and somehow, it had only become worse.

“Come on, Sammy.”, You helped him lay down on the bed, ignoring his burning skin. You knew what you had to do; he was just at the brink of passing out and threw up almost everything you tried to make him drink.

This was not a good sign; with the mind racing with endless possibilities, you did not want to be terrified. You had seen what death was, but looking at Sam right now, did make you remember when he was dusted away during the snap. Living through all the madness, running from one place to another, it was Sam who made you feel human.

“Sam, do you trust me?”, You knew that this was not entirely consensual, but he was only a human after all.

“I—I do. I do.”, he was dazed by all the alcohol and the dehydration.

Removing the wristwatch, you concentrated on the energy from the center, carmine red flickers spasmed through your palms. Pressing them to his warm chest, you imagined him healing from inside as you felt the energy radiating off his body.

He had visibly calmed down, looking down at you. “Is this how you saved Pietro?.,” He looked at you incredulously.

“What?” you were the one staring back in shock, moving away.

Oh no.

“Don’t worry, Wanda accidentally slipped when she was talking about Ultron, but I didn’t know you it was going to be something like this.”, he huffed. The furrow of his eyebrow explained for itself. He did not push it further as he got up to clean the mess, not looking back.

“Sam, I can explain,” “No Y/N, you don’t have to. You don’t owe one.”, He said, not looking up.

“Talk to me Sam, I know that look on your face. You’re angry.”, You tried talking to him, rushing on your feet, closer to him.

“I’m angry because I’m an idiot. Just like I said, you don’t owe me an explanation. I had my doubts after the blip when things were quickly found and how everything is always rearranged like the clappers. You look more alive than ever but older at the same time, and I don’t understand a damn thing.”, he said, chucking the sheets into the laundry basket.

“I did not want to tell it to anyone because I’m already an outcast for not being normal. People look at me in fear and disgust after knowing who I am.”, You tried explaining to him. This was wrong; finding out something like this made the situation worse.

“Look, I get it; I’m really thankful that you saved my life today.”, You signaled him to be quiet as you scanned around. Flares shimmered away from you throughout the room, creating dark midnight hues, with a glint of yellow flaring over them.

He looked more confused than ever.

“Ah, it keeps happening all the time. I don’t know why the colors keep changing, but this one is always prominent.”, you explained, gesturing at the blue orb.

“How long have you been doing this?”, he asked putting on his clothes.

“It was in 2012. I acquired them when I was trying to get Loki off from smuggling the tesseract. I don’t know how but I understood that he was possessed. I tried negotiating, talking sense into him. I told him that I knew what was going on and was trying to help him out. He told me that he would kill me, so I threatened to destroy the tesseract out of stupidity. One thing led to another, and I crushed it with his scepter. The next thing that I knew, that was I was in a hospital bed out for almost a month.” You summarized.

“Wait, and no one knew about it?” Sam was surprised processing in. “No signs of any radiation, damage, or anything?”

“No, it turned out that Loki had used his powers and transferred the blow to the other side of the portal. On the other hand, I did not show any remains of radiation. I don’t know how.”, he was more concerned.

“So, you’re saying that Loki’s intentions were not to destroy New York.”, He sat down, rubbing his palms together.

“No, it was Thanos. He had caught Loki wandering off in space when he committed suicide jumping off the rainbow bridge in Asgard. He made a negotiation by torturing Loki to bring Tesseract and the Septer to him.”

“Which is around two stones, right? Then why would he send Loki, when he could do the job himself?”, he was trying to come out with a possible explanation.

“I don’t know what his true intentions were, but when we’re doing our research on stones during the time heist, we came to a conclusion that he had done the same with the power stone as well. He negotiated with Ronan to wipe out half of Xandar in exchange for the power stone. He did the same thing with Loki too. Give him an army to invade and rule the earth in exchange for the stones.”

“So, this was more like killing two birds in a stone.”, he completed your sentence looking up at you.

“It was also another reason why I never initiated any interest, even though I really liked you a lot when you let us into your home for the first time.”, you confessed, picking upon the fabric of your pants.

“What?” he was letting the new information sink in.

“Technically, it was in the closet when we were trying to set up Steve and Nat together.”, You were feeling guilty that you did not give him any time to process the information.

“Do you regret it?”, He had an unreadable expression on his face.

“I regret a lot of things, Sam. You have to be more specific.”, From what life had thrown you into different situations, one thing that you were sure about having a life with normalcy was that you liked Sam. As a person, a friend, and someone you could rely upon.

“You know what I mean.”, the hardness in his stare threw you off. It was something that was never directed at you.

“I do, Sam. I do. Call it fate or whatever you want; I had hope before the blast had happened. Retire one day and have a normal life. I was convinced that I would not use my powers because I was tired of people exploiting me.”, There were times when blood samples were taken, right before and after having meals. It mostly ended up you hearing gossip about how the blood work always turned out to be normal as guards walked down the narrow corridor, assuming you were asleep.

“From H.Y.D.R.A.to SHEILD, I do not want anyone come after me, and then I met you.”, pinching out splinters from the window, you give yourself a second to continue. “I almost convinced myself that I would always avenge and fight for the rest of my life. This is going to sound really cheesy, you know?”

“It is all kinds of normal; that is what makes us human.” He was looking at the wool rug spread across the floor, nodding at you to continue.

Well then.

“When I met you, I started liking you throughout the years after we met. For who you are, you’re your maturity, goofiness with a pinch of cockiness that comes out every now and then, but you are also respectful at the same time.”

He was looking up at you with a calm look on his face. On the other hand, you were almost shaking because it was always him before the snap who initiated everything. Initiated talks, initiated to join into conversations when Steve and Nat bickered around, initiated to go out for a date in Wakanda and the night you two had before the battle. This was new, but the burden of carrying all of these secrets alleviated your shoulders; maybe this could give you closure. Closure on how you can never change what had happened but only move on.

‘One step at a time,’ like Steve said.

“It is just- I was so scared, I guess. I was not decisive, and my feelings just grew stronger.” You sat down, with eyes swimming all over the room, landing at Sam, who was now sitting down across you. It was like he had heard your thoughts, now that you noticed him in a black turtle neck cotton shirt. This was your Sam sitting close to you, but not close enough. You wanted to be confused as to why you longed for his presence, but it was crystal clear. With realization seeping into bones, you had to accept that you deserved an ordinary life, but Sam deserved better. Better than all of this mess. What if someone had come looking out for him because of you?

“I need some time away from you, Y/N, so that I can decide when we both sort out about this because I don’t want to swing back and forth if I’m honest with you. This is about me, deciding for myself.”, dissolving the encased power that had kept you both from prying ears, Sam jumped when he heard strings of notifications pinging in.

You heard the sound of your ringtone to see Sarah calling in.

“Do you want to talk to her? I, uh—meant that she called you hours ago.”,

“Nah, just talk to her. She might be calling you for a reason.”

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angellazull · 4 years

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The Ghost Boy

(I will take advantage of this Halloween day to publish the alternative and not very happy ending of Angel's story. I hope you don't hate me so much after reading.)

A big explosion, the sensation of his head hitting something hard and Penny's scream were the last things Angelo could remember, for a few seconds a buzz was ringing in Angel's ear, but as soon as he passed, he heard the sound of footsteps. followed by the sound of a strong displacement of air.

"Rakepick!" Exclaimed Angel, opening his eyes abruptly, but for some reason, he felt his foreign body.

The strange sensation took over his whole body, and it was precisely the fact that he was feeling nothing, no sensation, nor the pain he would feel when reaching the hard surface, nor the sensation of touch, or even the simple sensation of breathing. He tried to get up, but he had a horrible and shocking surprise, he hadn’t stood up, he was floating a few inches off the ground, his body was translucent with a pearly white color, when facing his hands a state of shock went through the his mind, he had become a ghost.

The ghost boy stayed there floating inert until he finally noticed his friends lying on the ground, but there was no reaction time, as figures hurriedly stepped on the shore of the lake where they were. Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, together with Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout approached with their wands in hand facing the horrible scene, Penny, Merula, Ben, Talbott and Barnaby lying down on the floor, however alive and breathing, and Angelo's body fell a little further. Upon realizing what had happened, Professor McGonagall exclaimed "No!" while covering his shocked mouth, Professor Snape ended up letting out a curse, Professor Flitwick let out a squeaky cry, and Professor Sprout seemed to have lost his ability to speak, while Professor Dumbledore was silent while looking at the young ghost with a look sad. Upon seeing the director's gaze, Angel felt very guilty and ashamed, he was so determined to find the last cursed vaults and break the curse that he didn't listen to the director's alerts, now he had paid the price for that action, lowering his eyes, he just stared at the ground, feeling extremely sad and ashamed, not because he died or turned into a ghost, but because he put his friends' lives at risk.

As McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick and Sprout hurried to check on the status of their students, Professor Dumbledore approached Angelo.

"Oh, Angelo." Said the teacher with a sad tone. "I'm sorry that this happened."

Professor Dumbledore's eyes went to Angel's body and soon the ghost understood the reason for his death, his head had hit a stone, red blood trickled down the rock and started to accumulate in a small puddle on the floor. It was a strange feeling to see his own lifeless body, there were no words to describe what he was feeling at that moment, if he could cry, Angelo would be doing it at that moment.

"We are going back to the castle, there we can resolve it properly."

With a movement of synchronized wands, the professors conjured stretchers where they placed the students unconscious, and Angel's body, Professor Dumbledore made another wave with the wand conjured a white cloth that covered the stretcher where Angelo was. The return to the castle was a funereal and silent march, no teacher dared to say anything, and the ghost floating further behind also had no desire to speak, he was reaping the fruits of his choices, at least he had something to comfort him, none of his friends had died.

Upon arriving at the castle, the other professors were waiting for the students in the hospital ward, as soon as they saw the ghost, they were in shock.

"Merlin's beard, Angelo!" Hagrid exclaimed when he saw the ghost, and within seconds the half-giant was bursting into tears. "Oh, Angel, I'm sorry, this is just terrible."

"It's all my fault, Hagrid." Said Angelo looking down, he was feeling horrible for what happened.

"This is really unfortunate, Angelo, who did this to you?" Professor Dumbledore asked, approached Angelo.

"We were investigating the black lake and Rakepick showed up ... we tried to stop it, professor, but it caused an explosion and I… just… oh Merlin, what did I do?" Angelo started to "cry", although there were no tears in his eyes.

"Angelo, unfortunately we cannot reverse your situation, this is really unfortunate, I know that you feel that nothing you can say can comfort you in this situation that you have chosen, if you want we can talk about it." Professor Dumbledore said with compassion. "I imagine you are confused and afraid of what your future will be like, but rest assured that we will be here to guide you in your new existence."

"I… I need to… be a little alone, professor."

Although being a ghost was a new thing, and he didn't know exactly how to move, but he always spent a lot of time with Lady Gray and Sir. Nicholas and Fat Friar and watched as they moved, leaning, he floated through the wall. He flew down the corridors of the school aimlessly lost in his thoughts, not realizing where he was going, he ended up on the fourth floor, in front of the prefects bathroom, letting out a sigh, he went through the door, inside he found another ghost floating near the window looking out over the horizon, he seemed lost in thought, now that he was doomed to the same fate, Angelo understood how Duncan felt. And now he wondered why he decided to stay?

"Duncan?" Angel called the ghost boy.

With a grumpy grunt, he crossed his arms, clearly dissatisfied.

"Am I not going to have a minute's peace in my death without a member of the Lancaster family coming to bother me? What do you want Angel…?" Duncan turned with a grumpy look, but as soon as he saw Angelo his frown changed to an extremely surprised and shocked expression, he didn't seem to believe what he was seeing. "Angel… what happened to you?"

"Rakepick… we were investigating the black lake and it appeared… we tried to duel it, but it caused an explosion and I… I was thrown against a rock and I hit my head… Duncan… I couldn't abandon my friends, I involved them in this mess and they took chances for me, I couldn't leave them alone, but ... what will they think when they know, I couldn't protect them, Professor Dumbledore was right, everyone was right, you were right, I shouldn't have been involved with cursed vaults, I should have let the teachers take care of this… it’s all over… "

Angelo covered his eyes with his hands, while he cried in front of the ghost of the monitors' bathroom, while he cried, he felt two arms wrap around him and when he opened his surprised eyes, Duncan was hugging him, it was very strange to feel the contact of another ghost , ghosts apparently could not touch physical matter, but could make contact with other ghosts.

"I confess that I hate your brother, but… I even liked you, Angelo, I… I'm sorry that this happened to you."

The Ravenclaw ghost was really surprised by Duncan's action, the Slytherin ghost was always so hostile, never hiding his hatred for his brother, and he always thought Duncan hated him too, but apparently that was not the case, now he was there, embracing Angel and comforting him for what happened.

Although his choice to stay and help his friends was more important to him, it was a fact that his destiny was sealed, he would be a ghost forever. He could only hope and accept his new existence, but he didn't want his friends to feel sad for him, after all that was his choice. All I could do now was learn to deal with it.

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This was the alternate ending to Angelo's story, he would die murdered by Rakepick, but he would become a ghost because of the guilt of dying and having his friends involved with cursed vaults and in danger. He couldn't go on with that guilt in his heart.

I would like to know how Angel's MC friends would react to the knowledge of his death and that he is now a Hogwarts ghost. So let me know their reactions.

A scary Halloween for everyone 🎃👻

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A/N Hello all and welcome to the seven day event! I have a few more slots open if you all would like to leave a request! I've decided to start off with Daddy aizawa from a request from @jordan102791 that has been long neglected! So please leave a like reblog or comment if you've enjoyed!

Bodies flood the busy streets, shoulders slumped in attempt to shield themselves from the howling wind, all the while reminding Aizawa why he hates coming into the city.

The biting winter wind picks up, carrying with it the sounds of a cry for help.

mew

Aizawa's ears perk at the pitiful sound that barely echoes in the alley he's passed.

"I don't need a cat." He grumbles to himself and as if on cue another meow rings out. This time much more desperate than the last.

MEW

He pushes on, heart beating in his chest as his head thinks up all sorts of terrible scenarios, all the while the weak little meow echos in his head.

He sighs turning on his heel as he backtracks towards the small cries. The meow getting weaker and weaker as he gets closer. The small space quiets as he stands in the mouth of the alley as if all the sound were swallowed. He let's deft eyes roam over the piles of stinking trash and buzzing flies.

mew

His ears twitch, straining to hear the tiny creature until finally he spies a box moving. He approaches hand picking up the damp cardboard box to reveal something similar to his horrific thoughts.

Despite being a hero things that are sad and hard on the heart never get easier. Cold eyes dull themselves to the sight of the momma cat and the siblings lying still slightly frosted over as they lie on top of one another.

The kitten's small eyes are blurred from hunger and cold, barely opened as it desperately tries to nuzzle its mother for milk.

"Hey there little one." He soothes as the baby cries more just fitting in the palm of his hand. Giant moon jade eyes stare into Aizawa's soul begging for help.

He swallows thickly, gently sticking the kitten into his warm inner chest pocket, feeling the little being vibrate in the new fur lined oasis. Aizawa carefully wraps the other cat and kittens in his linen restraints heading straight to a park for a proper good bye.

He stands over the mound of dirt, vision threatening to blurr over the small tragedy. It's ironic, he has seen plenty of deaths, witness some people's twice in a sense, he could hardly shed tears then but over cats he barely knew they threaten to fall. Just as the snow does overhead. Suddenly his chest brings vibrating again serving as a reminder as to why he set down this heart hardening path.

No matter how big or small, he wanted to save lives. Was going to save lives.

It's just hard to bear witness to the fact that he cannot save everyone.

His gloved fingers slip into his chest pocket to give the little kitten a few scratches as he speaks.

"Let's get you checked out little one." His eyes flash to the time on his wrist. He bows to the mound before trudging through the frozen earth with burning muscles back towards the city.

Shouta finds himself in front of a small old brick building sandwiched between towering skyscrapers. The building looks warm, inviting as the picture window illuminates the darkening sidewalk with soft yellow light. A skinny man with a dog much too large for his frame stands at the counter. Smiling even as he fights with his overly excited dog.

Then he spies you, his heart skips a beat in his chest, he thinks to turn around. Not ready to deal with the ghost who stands behind the counter. A face he almost forgot.

But how could he ever forget you.

"Like an endless night sky..."

Shouta stares in for another moment, a small mew encourages him to step inside what was the closest veterinary hospital at the time. The old wooden door chimes over head as the long dark haired man makes his way in while the large dog barrels past him.

"Ah I'm sorry Brutus is just so excited about the snow!" The skinny man smiles warmly, straining as he's pulled along by the choking dog. Shouta tries harder than ever to keep the sneer off of his face. It's not as if he *hated* dogs, they just weren't his cup of tea.

As he steps up to the counter he sees you standing there. Smiling warmly in a set of black scrubs with little pink paw prints littered across the fabric for design.

"Hello and welcome!" Your smile becomes impossibly bright as you handle a blue clip board, "Are you here to make an appointment? I don't believe I've seen you here before."

You fight to keep the blush off of your cheeks as he is by far the most handsome man you've seen. Not to mention the way your stomach twists when you look at his scar, pulling an inkling feeling from the depths of your mind.

Did he look familiar to you?

Maybe? But only because you see thousands of faces a month since moving your office to the city.

Aizawa says nothing, feigning disinterest as he pulls the kitten from his pocket and sets it on the counter. The tiny thing shakes a little, meowing for warmth, staring at Shouta as if he betrayed it.

He swallows thickly almost choking on the guilt. Your small hands scoop up the shaking ball of black fur, tilting it this way and that as your eyes glow all before cuddling it to your chest with one hand. Your other has a pen scribbling across an exam sheet before it is poised near the top.

"Name for you, love?" You ask softly, blinking away what must be your quirk as the brilliant color fades. He wonders if your personality is always this flirty.

"Aizawa Shouta." He watches with cold eyes as his name takes form in your swirling script.

"And for her?" You prompt, the kitten meows but you rock it gently. His eyes weigh heavy on the little kitten. He is quiet for a long moment as you give him time to think.

"I really don't need a cat..." You laugh at his response, your eyes flicker to his now agitated ones.

"I'm not asking you to raise her. I'm asking you to name her.

"Nozomi." His voice comes out breathy and something about his scruffy cold face melting just a bit encourages a wide smile to play on your lips.

"I like it. We will have to care for her for a few weeks since her condition is so severe." You turn the clipboard towards him to sign, "You found little Nozomi just in time."

Starless night eyes flicker up towards you in slight confusion.

"How did you know?" He remembers you blinking away your quirk. He had only guess that it could tell conditions of something living. Could you see the past too?

Suddenly he feels a bit vulnerable, biting back the urge to suppress your quick with his own.

"Lucky guess." You shrug, pulling back the clipboard, "Now I'll need your number."

You slide a post it note and a pen to him that he eyes suspiciously.

"For? She won't be my cat." He voice comes out icy but you press on anyway, looking up at a handsome and clearly caring man through long lashes.

"Oh, for me silly. How else will I be able to send you cute pictures of 'not your cat'." You smile devilishly to which his eyes seem to ice over more causing the feeling of rejection to settle in your stomach. Although you take it in stride as you offer, now, a more professional smile, eyes sliding to the clock.

"Well you can visit as often as you'd like if you even choose to. But now it is closing time. Mr. Aizawa."

You escort him to the door, his gloved hand slides over fur that matches his eyes before he sighs out turning his back determined to leave the little kitten behind.

He truly doesn't need a pet.

Tonight he dreams of two sets of eyes. Wide jade moons and your own vibrant color swim in his dreams.

Weeks pass as every Sunday Aizawa finds himself in front of the small brick building. Each time debating if he should go in. Why was he here? Just for Nozomi? Or was an overly flirty Veterinarian the cause for his return? Should he really be here? I mean he seriously DOES NOT WANT A CAT.

Or a significant other for that matter.

Yet he finds himself getting out of bed on his only day off only to be pulled back here stating in the picture window at Nozomoi lying on the counter and at you talking so sweetly to her. He feels tethered to this place and he cannot fathom why.

This isn't the first kitten or cat he's ever saved. You aren't the first person he's ever been secretly attracted too.

But you may be the first to keep feeling him in.

His hand finds the old brass knob on it's own, giving it a twist as the bell over head chimes. Bright eyes flash his way before your signature dazzling smile settles across kissable lips, delicate hands lifting the soft black fur to you.

He allows his signature blank almost exhausted expression to settle across his features as he speaks to you, hands ever stretched out for Nozomi.

Just as in life, hands always reaching out for hope.

He cradles this kitten that is so suddenly turning cat close to him. Settling in his now favorite oversized leather chair that basks in the sun by the picture window. He reminds you so much of a cat himself. His cold expression that can meld into content or even a hint of happy when his eyes settle over something he likes. You wonder if this is what keeps attracting you to him.

Every now and again you get a look of approving content that makes your heart soar. You let your nails bite into the palm of your hand as you push down such trivial feelings, especially when he had made it so clear that he is uninterested.

Customers come and go, passing by what is becoming the new normal. A strong yet lanky male in a black cable knit sweater, long hair pulled back in a messy manner, his scruff somehow effortlessly perfect. His long legs concealed in well fitted black jeans, Nozomi lazing atop his thighs. One hand rests on purring black fur while the other holds either a book or the days paper.

Your eyes find his scar winking in the sunlight often, in fact your eyes catch his content form more often than not.

You grit your teeth, setting down a file as you remind yourself over and over that he is just a patients owner.

He seems to be the loner type so why bother?

Well you bother because of the way his skin feels agaisnt yours even if it is a brush of your fingers as you hand over "not his cat" Nozomi.

You bother because you enjoy his smile that causes your stomach to knot and you want to bother because he just looks so calm and zen sitting in the over sized leather chair lapping up the sun as well as any cat would. Dark summer night eyes glance towards you causing you to turn on your heel. Heading to the back for coffee only to be disappointed to see the pot missing.

"Ah I forgot Brutus jumped up on the table...." You stare at the deeply grooved wood as the scene plays line a movie in your head. You sigh deeply as you gather your jacket for some much needed air and caffeine.

"Yumi I'm going to try to get some coffee since I don't have any appointments. Did you want any...." Your voice dies down as you push through the door to find a lobby full of waiting people. The jacket is shed from your overworked shoulders as you begin to assist the sudden burst of walk ins. You do not see Aizawa in his normal chair, only Nozomi whose turned into the standard office cat as she lounges in the fading sun.

You huff as your day gets seemingly longer.

Eyes crossing as the rush seems never ending before you come across the final familar face.

The slim man with his muscular dog Brutus barreling into the counter.

"Ah Dr. Y/LN. I'm so sorry to come, yet again to ask for help..." He seems shy, blushing even as Brutus slams heavy paws onto your scrubs. Attempting and failing to lick at your face as you scratch his ears.

"Ah Mr. Takahashi, it is no worry at all. What seems to be the problem?" The giant grey dog presses more weight agaisnt your strong frame threatening to topple you over.

"I...I..." His cheeks flush further as you look over the man who must be two years your senior. He never trips over his words when he speaks to Yumi. You watch his facial expression change as if he suddenly remembered why he was at your practice.

"I think he may have swallowed part of his bone. He just ch..chews on it so quickly I cannot turn my back for a second. I saw part of it was missing and got worried." You activate your quirk, watching the dog play with the tire toys you recommended two weeks ago before watching Mr. Takahashi pat Brutus on his boxy head.

*"Let's go for a walk boy!"* You watch him walk and he accidentally ends up here before you blink switching from the past to the present so you can see what truly is.

Only the best dog food digests in his stomach as his intestines work normally, nothing lodging in them nor his throat.

He barks for a treat and you oblige giving him a biscuit before you turn to your accident, worrisome customer.

"Worry not as he hasn't eaten anything he shouldn't have! You may want to get going. He's going to have to make a pit stop on the way home." You wink as Takahashi blushes furiously signing away at the clip board before the giant grey dog catches sight of something outside. Rushing for the bustling city dragging his owner along.

The bell chimes over head at his departure as you sink onto the counter pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes until you see stars.

"I'm about to clock out. Is there anything else you need from me?" Yumi asks as she locks up the filing cabinet. You shake your head no while her soft hands collect her jacket to fight against the biting cold.

Still pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes you groan loudly into your empty office.

"Uuugghhhh."

"Rough day huh?" A smooth voice asks causing you to jump out of your skin. Vision still blurred from the abusive pressure. As you blink away the fuzzy galaxy you have created a fine creature stands before you.

Tall and brooding as he always is, Nozomi hops from his shoulder onto the counter. Your eyes follow the movement and spy two cups of coffee.

"Ah you didn't..." You blush furiously as you stare down at what has to be a cell phone number. "Wh...what's this?"

"Its my number *silly*. How else am I supposed to send you cute pictures of Nozomi?" He mocks your usually playful tonewith a cat smile plastered on his lips before he leans closer pressing a small kiss to your forehead. He leaves you stunned as you rack your brain for memories or signs that he likes you.

"Well you can visit as often as you'd like." He scoops up Nozomi with one hand and his coffee cup with the other before he gives you a toned back.

It's only after the bell has chimed overhead, leaving his retreating silhouette does it all come back to you.

His scar.

The taste of smothering smoke pushes down your throat as your mind dredges up memories long lost to trauma.

Of strong cloth pulling you out before strong arms wrap around your waist as you faded in and out.

A shaking hand pressing up to a handsome soot covered face as you caress softly.

*"Like an endless night sky..."*

Your breathing hitches as you claw at your throat, the burns on your shoulders screaming from the memory of your 21st birthday five whole years ago.

Of the night you died in his arms.

And then came rushing back clawing through the zipper of a black bag with no recollection of the night before.

Only the distant memory of smoke and endlessly stunning starless nights.

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