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extravaguk · 3 years

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sweets&ink

part of my opposites attract! series.

ksj / knj / myg / jhs / pjm / kth

pairing: tattooartist&tattoed!jungkook x baker!reader

summary: jungkook was everything you feared but exactly what you needed to heal your broken heart.

wordcount: 5k

genre: fluff - angst - smut (s2l!au)

rated: m (?

warnings: some cursing, mentions of past abusive/toxic relationships/trauma that might be triggering, a lil of making love at the end. it’s overall just suuper fluffy, trust me. jungkook is a s i m p. we love that for him! slow burrrnnnn.

Jungkook knows it was love at first sight, but doesn's know how to really explain it.

He knew from the moment he entered the small shop, pastel green walls welcoming him replete of sugary treats, a sweet and heavenly scent engulfing him as soon as he stepped a foot inside. With a new found sense of calmness and serenity within he hadn't experienced in a long time, he searched for deserts of his liking, mouth watering while assessing the many options of baked goods available and bright colored frostings stealing his attention.

"Hi. How may I help you?"

Then he looked up and found you. It wasn't easy to appreciate your whole appearence with the counter hiding the lower half of your body, but it was enough for Jungkook to think to himself that he had never seen a prettier girl in hiis entire life. And that's when he knew it. Any type of movement in his surroundings coming to a halt, his heart skipping a beat, his favourite song playing inside his head. And that particular sensation. The same one that had made him feel so at ease since he found your bakery. For a moment he thought his doe eyes might have actually turned into heart eyes until you raised your eyebrows, a concerned expression replacing your previous warm smile.

Blinking his eyes and clearing his throat, coming down from cloud nine into the real world, he stuttered his order as best as he coud manage, heart pounding inside his chest and later feeling mortified for not being able to pronounce "gingernap cookies" correctly.

At first he kind of hated Seokjin for blackmailing him into going to his favourite bakery to buy his favourite cookies (Jungkook really should've known better than accidentally spill ink all over Jin's new script), but when he comes back home with a goofy smile on his face and dreams of your face, he makes sure to text him he'll go get his cookies anytime he wants.

But Jungkook is a masochist apparently.

Because a week after your first encounter he realizes that not being able to get his mind off a girl he's literally only seen once in his entire life is not exactly normal. Not for anyone, but especially not for him. Realizes that the way he embarrassed himself in front of you and probably looked like a bluberring mess (or a creepy weirdo who had never interacted with any woman before) is not reason enough to not keep wanting to try again. And the way you just giggled at him and simply shook your head as you wrapped the ginger cookies he had asked for in a pretty packaging has kept him aching for more.

So he comes once a week now. Still as nervous as the first day, but content to see that your face seems to light up at the sight of him stepping through the door the same way his does. He likes to see you in your cute pastel dresses, and if he didn't know better he'd think you were just trying to keep up with the bakery's aesthetic. But the more he frequents your shop, the more he realizes you're exactly like the treats you bake. He likes how your vividly honeyed persona contrasts with his darker and reserved one. Likes how you're all colors of the rainbow and he's just a scale of greys.

They are small interactions. Just courtesy and cordial exchange of words everytime he visits. He doesn't even know your name and you don't even know his, but sometimes he asks how was your weekend and sometimes you ask how many people had he inked that week. Sometimes he tells you how pretty you look, and sometimes you blush in response. Sometimes you add an extra macaron in his order and sometimes he debates on whether or not he should write down his number on a napkin and slide in right on the countertop before he waves goodbye.

And although Jungkook has never been one to shy away from women, he feels a certain way he can't exactly pinpoint. A way that makes his confidence falter and leaves him feeling like a little kid who's afraid to confess to the girl he likes. Because as cliché as it sounds, you're not like any other girls he's ever met. You don't feel like any other girl he's ever met. Not the older than him, tattoed and pierced type of girl he's accustomed to; not the type of girl that's addicted to trouble and believe him (maybe even hoped) to be something he's not. So it takes a while for him to summon up enough bravery and determination. It takes weeks of pining and overthinking, and a single push from Yoongi ('stop being a fucking pussy and just do it') to ask you to have coffee with him.

"I... I'm sorry. I can't."

And it only takes those words leaving your mouth to shatter his heart into pieces.

It's fine though, he told you and himself. He wasn't going to be one of those guys who believed the 'friendzone' was an actual thing and tried his best to not make you feel uncomfortable, really tried his best to erase the guilt across your face as you rejected him. So he scratched the back of his head and mustered up a big smile before leaving the shop with a bag full of cupcakes and an unsettled stomach.

Letting out a deep breath you didn't even know you were containing, you observe as the handsome stranger exits the shop. Running a hand through your hair before gripping the counter with your hands, you try to steady the heavy throbbing insde your chest.

The boy in question had been unknowingly tormenting you and flooding your mind with thoughts of him for almost two months now. That day you first had spotted him eyeing the desserts in display in amazement and then you in the very same way. It was sudden and precipitated, but it had almost made your head spin, something you hadn't felt in a long time unexplainable tugging at your insides.

You had kept your cool as best as you could, as best as you had taught yourself in the past. Wrapped those cookies he had asked and then waved goodbye, hoping under your breath he wouldn't come back but silently wishind he would. But then he did. He came back once. And then again. And again, and before you realized he had become a frequent costumer. Trying whatever treats you'd recommended him, creating small talk, sending friendly smiles here and then.

You had learned to expect him at the very same time, the very same day of the week; had learned to manage the fluttering in your tummy and the reddish warmth spreading through your cheeks whenever the eye contact was prolongued. Everything was innocent, it was brief and, most importanly, it never went beyond, even if sometimes you hoped it did.

However, after all these years, there was still something you hadn't learned to control yet. And as he spoke, clearly nervous, hesitant and clearly out of his comfort zone, wondering out loud if he could ever treat you to a coffee sometime, your body shut down. The fondness and excitement you had been harboring over the last few weeks quickly replaced by that which made you want to recoil, made you want to back to your well to let its darkness and loneliness envelop you.

That horrible and ugly wave of crippling fear and axiety all mixed together; a little monster that you had successfully concealed, now displaying its ears in warning and the same smile that had been haunting you for years, now advising you, reminding you and most of all, threatening you, to go back to your own comfort zone. And so, powerless, there was nothing else you could really to but to comply, muttering an apology and a rejection that probably pained you more than it pained the boy in front of you.

You knew you did the right thing, but it definitely didn't feel like it.

Especially a week later, as you expected his arrival- as always, ready with a tray full of fresh baked scones you had particularly made just for him, but were left severely disappointed when time passed and he was nowhere to be seen. Or two weeks later, after spending an extra hour making cake pops that you had specifically designed with him in mind (covered in dark chocolate and white sprinkles), only to realize it was closing time and that he never even showed up.

To say you were bummed was an understatement. You knew you always looked forward to him coming in every week to grace your day with a smile and a polite talk, but you didn't come to terms with how much you would miss it until now. So three weeks later, you still bake with him in mind, trying not to lose hope but still chastising yourself for not being brave enough and accepting his offer. It was just a coffee date, for God's sake, not a marriage proposal! Trying to busy your mind with work and customers coming in and out, even if your eyes dart in anticipation everytime you hear the door swinging.

When hours pass and the sun hides to make room for the moon and stars into the sky, you look at the clock and, with a defeated sigh, finish cleaning and tidying around the shop. But before you can gather your things, the door swings open and there stands the stranger you had been praying to see again.

"Am I too late?" he asks, and you don't exactly know but can tell his words hold a double meaning. You smile, a genuine smile, because he looks bashful with a hand scratching the back of his head like he had done the last time you saw him, and because there's a warm sensation spreading through your chest, like your heart is smiling for you.

"I was about to close, but I can make an exception." you accomplish to say and surprisingly don't sound as nervous as you feel. He mirrors your smile as he walks closer to the counter. "So, what would you like?"

That takes him by surprise because he really had nothing in mind when he decided to come here and now he feels like an idiot.

"Uh, um... I would like... maybe cupcakes?" he sounds like an idiot too. But you nod and smile at him and start gathering his cupcakes into a polka dot cardboard box.

"You missed the cake pops I made last week." you say, trying to keep your voice in check as he hands you his credit car. "I think you would've liked them."

"Ah, sorry... Work has been really hectic." and even if it's true, it's also true the fact that he chickened out and was frightened to face you again. He likes how even when you're alluding to his absence, there's not a malicious tone behind your words. He likes how you're still smiling at him even after he's been acting like a pussy for two weeks. But that's why he's here. "I also would like to apologize for... you know. I didn't-...If I made you feel uncomfortable, I'm really sorry."

With your eyebrows raised, your smile dissipates. "What? No, you didn't do anything wrong, really. It's not- It's not that. I just...can't." you stumble through words, trying to explain how much you actually wanted to go to that coffee date, to get to know his name and more of himself, but unavailable to. You can feel it again. The same anguish that always seem to creep up on you and numbs you altogheter. But him, worriedly sensing your distress, waves his hands in front of him.

"No, no. It's fine, you don't have to explain anything! It's alright!" his smile seems to soothe you and you return his smile in gratitude. "Anyways, I'll... I'll get going. See you next week?"

You nod, anticipation already making its way into you. "See you next week." and then he takes the box filled with cupcakes and says goodbye. Before he can open the door though, a tingle of impulsivity and fearlesness makes you say:

"I'm _____, by the way."

He pauses, clearly taken aback.

"Jungkook."

Jungkook hasn't stopped repeating your name in his head ever since you gave it to him, grinning like a fool and thinking about how good it sounds next to his. He hasn't stopped frequenting your bakery either and has lost count on how much money he's spent on muffins and whatever else you sell. He doesn't care though. All he cares about is how much likes seeing you even if it's only for fifteen minutes in your floral dresses, and as long as you keep looking like you're glad to see him every time, then he's fine.

He's more than fine. He feels amazing. Sings tunes while he works on customers, feels his creativity flowing more than ever and he feels whole. It still baffles him how a minimun interaction with you once a week can make him feel on top of the world.

He's got a bouquet of white and pink lillies next time he visits, so sappy and romantic he doesn't even recognize himself. He doesn't tell you he googled their meaning and his mind instantly associated them with you. Purity is exactly what he thinks of you and admiration is exactly how he feels about you. Hands it to you and the surprised look on your face and the spreading of pink all over your cheeks makes his heart burst. You thank him and he tells you he didn't know what your favourite flower is. You answer it's carnations. He writes it down somewhere in his mind, for next time. And then you're the one surprising him.

"Would you like to have coffee sometime?"

There's uncertainty in your voice that doesn't go unnoticed by him, and for a moment he thinks he's dreaming. He's cool with what he's got right now with you, but you repeating his words back to him makes him feel euphoric, like he can't believe it. He knows he looks dumb, the way he's looking at you.

Completely dumbfounded. He stutters like the first same he met you, but he says yes (omits the part where he tells you he could almost die). You exchange number in each other's phones with shaky hands, set the day and hour, and then wave each other goodbye.

You instantly regret it as you watch him leave. Keep regretting it the following days. That voice in your head telling you 'it'll happen again', telling you fairytales didn't exist and this most likely wasn't one, even if it felt like it was, suffocating you like it had done many times before. Screwing with your head until you consider canceling.

But you power through it, like you had taught yourself to do. This time it's harder though. Because this time there's a new romantic interest at hand, one that's making you feel things you buried a long time ago and made you swear to yourself you'd be smarter and stronger than any man could.

It's Hoseok's encouraging words that help ease the panic. It was also Hoseok's words who encouraged you to ask Jungkook out. Said you deserved something good for once and that you couldn't close yourself to love your entire life.

Thought it was time for you to write a new chapter after a rather sad one.

So on Saturday, Jungkook insists on picking you up and it already feels like too much for you. Especially when he shows up with a bouquet of carnations in his hand and a smile that takes your breath away and definitely doesn't help to ease your nerves.

Takes him by surprised how pretty you look. maybe because it's the first time he's seen you out of your shop and even though you're still loyal to your clothing style, he still fumbles with his words like an idiot to try to express how beautiful you look. Seeing he's as much of a mess as you settles you a little bit. Then he takes you to a cute café that almost makes you laugh, because seeing him, inked arms and piercings and a closet that consisted mainly of black oversized t-shirts and pants in such a bright environment reminds you of the first time he entered your shop.

You're surprised to see how well the conversation rolls, how easy it is to talk to him beyond the usual brief interactions you two have. You like how he makes you laugh and how he seems to love hearing it. You like how his attention is solely focused on you, even if his gaze on yours sometimes feels too intense and his overall character intimidates you. You like how soft spoken he is, how careful he is with words and the sound of his voice. Sounds like a lullaby without melody.

And when the date is over, he drives you home, walks you to your door and respectfully wishes you a good night. You kiss him on the cheek spontaniously before hiding the embarrassment on your face and stepping inside your home. You miss the way he stays at your doorstep for a whole minute before getting in his car and driving himself home. You also miss how peacefully he sleeps that night, dreaming of cupcakes and you. You don't miss the heart emoji he sends you before going to bed, making yours quiver.

You're glad you didn't cancel, and now you're sure you don't regret it at all

It goes on. The dates, getting to know each other more and more, Jungkook's visits to your shop and spending way too much money on sweets and carnations, the butterflies in your stomach everytime he's near and the birth of something inside of you that's starting to make you feel alive after feeling dead for so long.

It's still new, still wholesome, moves in slow motion. You're glad Jungkook doesn't push, doesn't ask for anything, never demands more than a kiss on the cheek everytime he drops you off. He is nothing like he looks like, you realized that right away.

But with every brand new beginning that requires feelings like this, especially as unique and exceptional as the ones Jungkook is causing within you, comes the evil monster trying to scare you off, to make you back off and remind you that not everything that shines is gold. The voice inside your head that keeps bewitching you back into a dark room, reminder in your head everytime that one day Jungkook will want more. He'll want more and you might not be ready to give it to him.

A voice that keeps resonating and has kept you unmoving for the past few years and now is making you feel more frightened than ever.

You've been more quite than usual and Jungkook can tell something is not quite right. It's a friday night, and after having dinner that he insisted on paying, he decided this time to drive you away, to a secluded space somewhere where you both can appreciate the city lights on the hood of his car. He can tell, so he asks you, but you give a vague answer. He wants to ask again, but he's afraid of overstepping your boundaries. He wants to get to know you in every level, want's to scratch the surface until he can see everything. He wants to learn you inch by inch. Wants to love every part you bare to him, because he's sure he will.

"My ex partner was abusive."

You finally say with a voice that's not entirely yours, and it doesn't feel real. Doesn't feel real to say out loud and letting the words sink in. It's taken all this time of excusing behaviors that were not excusable, trying to make light of a situation that wasn't and blaming yourself for things that you were not to blame for. Jungkook stays silent, but his attention immediately focused on you as soon as you spoke. Eyes slightly wide and mouth starting to open as if to speak himself. But you go on.

"Not physically." you swallow a lump in your throat. "Sometimes he would throw things at me, but they didn't always land. Or... one time he pushed me while we were arguing. Never raised his hand at me though. It was mostly psychological and emotional. He was extremely jealous and possesive. Didn't like me hanging with my friends, would never bring me to hang out with him and his friends. Though I' was cheating on him with anyone. The cashier at the supermarket, a randome dude on the street that simply looked at me. Anyone." tears prickle your eyes, but you'd learned to hold them back.

"He would always get mad at me. Would already wake up angry and take it out on me. Without reason. Would always blame me for everything. He would get mad, insult me, call me any terrible name you can imagine, tell me I wasn't worth shit. That I wasn’t worth living.Then he would punch the wall, or break whatever was in sight. Everytime, I told him I was terrified of him. Would cry in a corner and beg him to stop. Sometimes he would just laugh at me for it." you sniff, still looking straight at the city lights, and trying to keep a composed tone throughout. You had grown up a lot since then, and you knew Jungkook deserved to know you. He deserved to understand.

"Then he would calm down, apologize while he cried and promised he loved me and would change. He never did. It took me a long time to finally walk away, but the demons still haunt me to this day. You," you choke, because comparing your ex to the guy currently sitting next to you was like day and night, like heaven and hell. "You make me feel things I've never felt before. I always felt like asking for respect was asking for too much. And then here you come, like a knight on shining armour ready to sweep me off my feet. It felt like a dream. Still does..."

Jungkook's hands are balled into tight fists, his whole body rigid as he listened to you. His own heart breaking, like he could feel himself inside you and experiencing your own heartbreak. His blood's boiling, jaw so tight and eyes blinking. Pushing down his anger, because this is about you not him, he lets his body relax before sliding your hand in yours.

"I like you so much,_____, it literally kills me at night how much. Not as much as hearing all of this, though. From the moment I saw you, I was whipped. I wanted and still want to give everything I can to see that smile of yours. It's me the one who can't believe you're paying me any attention at all." you're still not looking at him, but he still sighs in relief when your lips quirk up. "Just having you here next to me and letting me take you out on dates is more than enough for me. Whatever you give me, whatever your terms are, I'm content with that. You're healing, and while you do, I'll be right here."

You look at him now, not bothering to hide the tears streaming down your face anymore.

"What if I never heal completely?" there's fear in your voice as your eyes meet his, but just the dark brown in his gaze help you feel secure, less worried about the future and more serene about the now.

"I'll still be here."

It doesn't take long for you to call it love.

Not when Jungkook keeps proving himself to be so different and so special. Not when his gestures never cease to make you feel so special, so worthy of recieving and sharing love. Because Jungkook makes you feel invincible, makes you feel one in a million.

"What to you even see in me? We're like, polar opposites." you ask him one day. And it's true, you are. So different from each other, yet the same. He laughs in disbelief, shaking his head, still holding your hand in your doorstep about to kiss your cheek goodnight.

"I see everything." he simply says, eyes boring into yours in adoration. "I see the sun, and the moon, the stars, the entire galaxy when I'm with you." your heart clenches as he interlaces his fingers with yours. "Before I met you, I felt like I was blind. Like I was lost and was looking for an exit that I couldn't find. But then I saw you, in your little bakery, with your cute dresses and those eyes, and it was like my eyes opened for the first time. Everything made sense. Everything has been filled with so many colors ever sinc-"

You shut him with your lips on top of his, emotions pulling at your heartstrings the same way you pull him down by the neck. He takes a few seconds to respond, but then this hands are dropping to your waist, their warmth immediately spreading through your skin against the chilly night.

"Would you like to come in?" you whisper, breath fanning over his lips. He nods, hurriedly, and he knows he looks like a damn idiot for the hundredth time, but he doesn't care. Because coming in doesn't only mean stepping in your home. Coming in means you're letting him in. Means you trust him, means you want him there, means you're allowing him inside your heart.

Again, Jungkook doesn't expect nor demands much. Your presence is everything he needs. You kissing him is like winning the lottery to him. Like completing a marathon, like climbing the Everest, like getting his first tattoo. Kissing you is sweet, fills him with something strong that makes him feel on drugs, like nothing matters but you and him. Like nothing has ever mattered to neither of you.

So it's you who leads him to your room, it's you who straddles his thighs and pushes his hair back as his hands carress your sides. It's nothing fiery. It's slow, tentative, and full of care. Of lingering touches, low sighs against each other's mouths.

It's you who reaches inside his shirt, hand sneaking past the hem of the fabric and trembling cold fingers coming in contact with firm skin. It's also you who asks for more with a small roll of your hips. It's you who asks him to take his shirt off. It's him who complies. Still tells you you don't have to, you tell him you want to.

It's you who asks him to touch you. He's scared like he's never been, because you're you, and you're so perfect and everything he's ever wanted and suddenly he's afraid of you're too good for him. Jungkook only wants to make you happy, never wants to see you cry, just wants to treat you the way you deserve.

It's you who begs.

It's you who tells him you need him. Need him take care of you, need him to show you much you're worth, need him to help you write a new chapter, probably even a new book where you're both the main characters and nobody else has ever existed. You say it with tears in your eyes, and he's quick to kiss them away, tongue entangling with yours. He's quick to undress you as well, with hands that still ask for permission even after you've granted it already. Hands and lips that are also quick and eager to learn your body, to find every mole in your skin as he lays you back to look at you in admiration. He keeps kissing you. From head to toe, muttering praise, making sure every 'beautiful' and 'gorgeous' and 'perfect' that leave his lips stay fire engraved in your being forever.

He first makes you cum with careful fingers and skilled tongue, thighs wrapped aro around his head, eyes still looking for yours as his hands keep your body still and yours crumple the sheets beneath. Tells you how good you taste, how long he's been dying to have you like this. Tells you this you his favourite sight as he kisses his way up.

You beg him again, asking him to please, please, fill you up. He groans against your mouth and he tells you again, you don't have to. He says he's happy like this. Repeats he's in no rush and just wants to please you and make you feel good. That it's about you, and will always be about you. You beg him again, and again and again, enticing him with a trail of wet kisses down his neck, up to his eralobe. You whisper there, tell him you need him to fill you with his cock so bad. His whole body goes rigid as your legs wrap around him, legs pulling him closer to where you want him, his erection grazing your entrance and his teeth nibble your lower lip.

Jungkook doesn't move for a while, eyes closed shut, jaw clenched and head buried in your neck. He doesn't move because his mind is somewhere else keeping him stagnant, pussy wrapping around him so good and wet and tight he's about to bust. Takes a while for him to move, but when he does he makes sure to grip your thighs around him, keeping you close, never wanting to let go as he tells you you were made just for him. Just for him. Tells you how good you feel. He tells you he loves you. Kisses your lips as you sob, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. He tells you he loves you. Tells you he'll love you forever and will always keep you safe and happy.

You're crying now, cheeks wet and he stops for a moment to look at you, concern written all over his face as his hands craddle yours, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. "We can stop, baby." You shake your head no. Pull him back into another kiss, urging him to go on. You tell him you love this, love him so much. That it's a good thing. That they are happy tears. That you've never been happier. And then his hips start moving again, your words egging him own, soft whimpers and sobs leaving each other's throats until you cum at the same time.

He then removes himself from you, rolling onto your side but he's quick to pull your body close, arms wrapping around you and lips kissing away the wet stains on your cheeks.

It doesn't take long for you to know Jungkook would be the healthy forever and after you had always dreamed of.

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Opposites- Peter Parker x Female Reader

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Kody: sassy reader for the win

Movie/Show: Spider-Man: Homecoming / Infinity war / Endgame

Request: hi, how are you? i hope everything is okay! it's ok if i ask for some peter×reader where the reader is all sass and peter is all shy and cute maybe? idk, don't really have something specific in mind, but i really like your writing thank you! 💕 @loudbluepancake

Possible Triggers / Warnings: cursing, puke/throwing up/vomit, angst because i suck, Peter being to innocent for his own good

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people always say opposites attract. That two completely different people could cherish each other. You didn’t really believe in such superstitions for most of your life. That was until you met Peter Parker in chemistry class, it was like your whole idealism was thrown into orbit.

it was sophomore year and you despised anything science related. Mostly because you sucked at it- okay that’s the only reason. Your teacher had issued some work packet, about six pages to be finished by the end of class. The urge to throw yourself out the window was growing by the second.

you guessed your internal struggle became visible at one point because you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

your head snapped to the left like an owl, startling the brown haired boy in front of you “What?” you said rather harshly due to your stress. He purses his lips together, contemplating whether it was a good idea to come over to you after all, he just had to listen to Ned.

he holds out his hand, offering it for her to shake with a nervous smile “I’m Peter- uh Peter Parker. I saw you were um- struggling? I can help” he says, stumbling over his words a bit, something he usually did. You eyed him up and down, noting his nervous stature.

narrowing your eyes for a second, you sigh “Yeah clearly. I’d appreciate that. I’m Y/n by the way” you reach and grab his hand, shaking it twice before letting go. “Pretty- i mean your name is pretty. Sorry” he apologized quickly. Watching him trip over himself was kinda funny.

“Well i hope i don’t look ugly either” you said, a small grin on your face as his drops to a worried look. “No!-” he exclaims, earning a harsh shoosh from the teacher in front of the classroom and a few weird stares at his outburst. Peter takes notice and smiles nervously around the room.

he turns to look at you and sighs “That was joke wasn’t it?” his face scrunches up. He looked cute that way “Yeah, but i would actually like your help” you admit with a half smile. He blinks mindlessly for a moment before exhaling deeply “Alright”

and that’s how it started

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six months later

after your quick encounter, would would always bug Peter on chemistry work when it didn’t make sense to you, so most of the time. “I- I’m busy Y/n” he spoke, not looking in your direction “With what?” you asked, not believing him in the slightest. He was such a bad liar.

his hands clench a bit as he crosses his arms “I’m going out of town for a bit” he says and Ned nods along with him. Ned didn’t look like he was lying, so you figured he was in the dark too? Unfortunately you were a hot head “when you want to buck up and tell me the fucking truth, delete my number”

Peter looks up at you, his mouth opening to say something. He wanted to say something, anything really, but he knew he couldn’t. How was he supposed to say he was going to Germany to fight Captain America with Tony Stark. Oh yeah he was also Spider-Man!, but he really wanted too.

his mouth closed and you took that as your cue to leave. Turning on your heels, you walk towards the door of the classroom “Y/n!” Peter calls out, but instead of turning round you lift your hand up and flip him off. As you walk out the door Peter drops his head onto the table.

“That girl has too much sass for her own good” Ned says, Peter just folded his arms and sighs, but he did agree. You on the other hand were huffing and puffing as you walked out, trying to calm yourself down and convince yourself that Peter blowing you off shouldn’t hurt as much as it did.

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two weeks later

you were sitting at your desk looking at your chemistry textbook and taking notes. The truth was you had been taking Peter’s study techniques to heart and were actually passing because of it. You had just gotten so used to Peter coming over to help you study for tests that you assumed he’d be there.

maybe it was selfish of you too expect him to bend to your will, but he was your only friend other then Ned and Maybe Michelle, but she was more of a loner at the moment, but she’d come around. You liked watching him teach you because he was confident in the way he spoke.

but you loved his shy side, because you could get an reaction out of him by anything you said- that sounded more mean then it should. You were brought back to reality once you hear your cat meow next to you, since they were sitting on your desk.

“Do you think he has a girlfriend and that’s why he blew me off?” you ask your furry fellow who nuzzles it’s head into your hand. “It’s not like i would care if he had a girlfriend. We don’t even like each other like that” you shrug your shoulders, the words not feeling right as you say them.

“Are you talking to your cat?”

“What the fuck!” you shout and jump out your chair to face your window. Perched on the windowsill was a guy in a red and dark blue spider suit. Spider-Man. He raises his hands up in defense, almost falling back out the window “Okay okay, maybe i should have knocked” he joked.

was he- making jokes?

you turn to your desk and grab from the stack of textbooks, chemistry. You chuck it at him and he catches it “Yeah that’s not gonna work” he says with an amused laugh, but it’s cut short s you throw your english book next and it hits him straight in the head.

“Ow! What is your problem?!” he shouts and throws your books onto your bed. You deadpan and gesture to the room “Your in a 15 year old girls room you fucking creep!” you shout back. “If it makes you feel any better i’m also 15!” he says, dodging more flying books and throwing them on the bed.

“It doesn’t dipshit, your still a man!”

“Okay okay, i’m sorry!” he apologizes, letting out a groan as he grabbed his his side. You narrow your eyes and drop the book you were holding “What’re you hurt or something?” you question, He lets out a small laugh “Ran into a mugger on the way here- i mean i live around here”

“Right and you stopped by my room because?” you say, not fully trusting spider boy over here. “I heard you talking to yourself- well cat and thought you needed some company” he shrugs. At this point you thought he was either a creep or a really nice dumb guy.

“Why were you talking to your cat. Don’t have friends?” he said and you life up the book again to throw it at him “No no no i mean like you seem like a nice gal, so i assumed you would have friends?” he quickly mustered up the words. You roll your eyes “Nice save” you say before sitting on your bed.

“I have three, one is busy with crime documentaries, one is building legos, and i’m not talking to the third” a frown overtook your face. Spider-man stepped through the window and sat down, leaning against the wall “What’s the reason?” he said, sounding unsure if that made sense.

“He’s a dick and lied to me” you reply, hoping off the bed to sit on the floor, but still lean against the wooden frame of said bed. “How do you know he lied?” Spider-man questioned “He shoves his hands under his armpits and doesn’t make eye contact with me. He’s also just a shit liar”

Spider-man went silent after that, mumbling something to himself before eventually speaking up “Maybe he had a good reason?” he said and you rolled your eyes. “I told him everything about myself and he lied to me. Maybe everyone else was right”

“Everyone else?”

“Most of our other classmates and people in our year in general think i’m obnoxious, loud, and just overall an overbearing attitude. Ned, my other friend just calls it sass.” cracking a smile, you advert your eyes to your hands to mindlessly pick at your nails.

you weren’t able to see as Spider-man’s fist clenched before sighing “Does he know about what they say about you?” he asked, already knowing the answer “Nah” you shake your head “I didn’t want to worry ‘bout lil old me. I guess someone got to him”

“I don’t think that’s true”

“How so spidey?”

“If i was your friend i’d never believe what other people say about you. You don’t seem obnoxious” he says. That was kind ff sweet of him “Well you don’t seem like the kind of guy to fight Captain America, plus some other avengers but i saw the news yesterday”

he reached behind to scratch the back of his clothed neck “That’s on the news already?” he asked. You lift your head and nod “Yeah dude, some people stayed back and recorded it i guess” you shrug, thinking that was a plausible answer. “Aw man” he whines, making you chuckle.

“I think you held your own for a good amount of time. i would have probably died, but i can’t shoot webs out my wrist so it only makes sense” you wave your hands a bit “Hey! i also have enhanced strength, reflexes, and speed. I’m amazing” he gloats.

“Alright Spider boy don’t let that go to your big head”

“It’s Spider-man, thank you very much” he replies with as much sass “I’m already rubbing off on you, get out of here before you become my clone” you joke, standing off the ground, Spider-man doing the same. You saw his mask move as he laughed a bit.

“I should get home and you better call your friend, even if it’s just yell. I’m sure he’d want to hear your voice after how long?” he asked, going over to the window “Two weeks” you say, stepping towards him “Yeah he definitely misses you. See you around”

“yeah yeah i will. See you round Spidey. Get that rib checked out by the way” you point at him in a mock scolding tone. He shakes his head “I will too, bye” and with that he fell back out the window. You went over and looked at the sidewalk just as he swung passed you.

he waves and you do too before shutting the window. What a weird dude. You look back at your desk and spot your phone “Dammit” you mumble and walk over slowly, like the device was going to jump out and bite your damn finger off. Once your close you grab your phone and swipe up, unlocking it.

you click on the green phone button. It opens up and you click contacts until you see ‘P.B Parker’ it was funny at the time you made it, now it seemed stupid. fuck, why did this seem so hard all of the sudden? You quickly click the call button before your mind could make you pussy out.

it rang once, then twice.. “Hello?” you press the phone to your ear, feeling nerves nip at your skin “Hey Parker” you say and it went silent for a few moments “It’s- uh It’s nice to hear your voice, i thought you’d ignore me forever” he says with a nervous laugh.

“Nah, i don’t have enough friends to do that. What were you really doing the past two weeks?” you ask, hoping to get straight answer from him “I was working with Tony Stark, i got an internship with him. I wanted it to be a surprise” he said. “Now i feel like a bitch”

“Don’t- i. I should have said something. I don’t like when your mad at me Y/n. It’s both scary and depressing” he admits, which made your chest feel a bit warm “It’s because i’m so amazing i know” you reply, making him chuckle “Yeah, you are”

you two ended up talking on the phone for hours about nothing and everything. He seemed more confident in the way he spoke as well, but you will always like the shy side of him. It was also the night you figured out you liked your best friend.

☼-☪-☼

one month later

“Hey guys, Peter’s in his room. I’m making turkey meatloaf” May says as she steps aside so you and ned could come through. May wraps her arms around you and squeezes you tightly “May. Losing. Oxygen. Tell my mom. I love her” you say dramatically and she laughs, letting go.

you smile as she kisses your forehead before going back to the kitchen “Five bucks says she burns it” Ned says and you nod, shaking his hand. Both you and Ned walk into Peter’s room, not bothering to knock because you both suck “Where the hell is he?” Ned asked and you shrug.

“May said he was here, so she probably doesn’t know he’s out. I’m not snitching’” you raise your hands, pushing the door a bit with your foot. Ned rolls his eyes and goes over to Peter’s bed placing the box of legos down “I’ll call him” he says and you nod, taking a seat at his desk.

Ned lifts his phone to his ear and you could hear as it rang a rang, but Peter never picked up “I’ll text him were here and i guess will wait?” he says, unsure. You shoot him a shrug “Whatever you want to do dude” you reply. Ned sighs as he texts rapidly on his phone before looking at you.

“What?”

“You are no help sometimes, you know?”

“Fully aware. Now let’s build that death star thing to rub it in his face” you suggest, going over to sit next to Ned “It’s just death star” he says and you roll your eyes this time “Yeah whatever. Now open it up before i put legos in your shoe”

☼-☪-☼

a couple hours later

“I don’t even know what it’s supposed to look like, but damn that’s cool” you say, looking at the fully built death star in the hands on Ned “Yeah! We have to take a picture for Peter-” Ned stopped talking as you both heard the window to the left of you both.

you tilted your head to watch as the the similar figure wearing red and dark blue suit clung onto the wall. What. The. Fuck!? Both you and Ned are stunned into the silence at the fact that Spider-man just crawled through your best friends room.

was this a normal thing for him?

you were just beginning to process what was happening until Spider-man reached up to grab his mask and rip it off his head. You should have looked away, but you didn’t and what you saw some reason made you feel sick. The dorky face of Peter Parker.

what

the

fuck

Peter slowly crawled across the ceiling until he was a few feet to the right of his door. He lifts his arm and shoots a web, slowly pulling it closed. Once he could no longer do that, his feet detached from the ceiling and he was dangling by one arm for a second until that detached as well.

he went to the door and used his hand to fully shut it, letting out a deep sigh. He turns around and his whole body freezes up, his brown eyes going back and forth between you and Ned. Ned drops the death star, causing it too crash onto the floor and break apart. Damn-

Ned stood up abruptly while you looked around, reaching for the trash can beside his bed. You grab it and release the lunch you had earlier in it. “What was that?!” May called from the kitchen. Peter looked back and the door with a worried look “UH! Nothing! Nothing!” he shouts back.

he looked back at Ned, who looked like he was bubbling with questions already “Your the Spider-man, from youtube” he breathes out. Peter pats his chest as his suit deflates around him. You look up for a moment, wiping your mouth to see Peter just in his boxers. “I’m not. I’m not” Peter repeats

fuck, Shit, Damn-

emotions were everywhere at the moment. Wait did he have abs!? “You were on the ceiling you dipshit!” you shout at him, pointing up with your finger. Peter looks like he’s about to implode “NO i wasn’t. Guys what’re you doing in my room?!”

is he- trying to- turn this on you guys?

“May let us in. You said we were going to finish the death star?!” Ned explains hastily. “You can’t just bust into my room!” Peter shoust back just as the door opens, causing him to stand next to Ned as smoke came filing into the room. Jesus, was the house on fire- oh nevermind.

damn you owned Ned five bucks. May came in laughing to herself “That turkey meatloaf recipe is a disaster. Lets go to dinner. Thai? Ned, Y/n you wan’t Thai?” she says, reaching up to take the clip out of her hair. Ned smiles “Yeah actually-”

“No he’s got a thing”

“A thing to do after” Ned corrects, smiling nervously as May looked at you, waiting for your answer “I just puked in this trash can so” you say simply making May’s face become worried “Okay, i’ll go get some stomach medicine” she says, grabbing for the handle

“Maybe put on some clothes”

Peter purses his lips together and grabs a grey sweatshirt off his desk chair quickly. May smiles and closes the door, Peter going back to standing in front of both of you. Ned raises his hand gesturing to the door “Oh! She doesn’t know!” Ned says.

Peter sighs before turning back to ned. “No, nobody knows. Well Mr. Stark knows, but that’s because he made my suit, but that’s it” he explains, showing his arms through the sleeves of the sweatshirt. “Tony Stark made you that? Are you an avenger?” Ned says in pure disbelief.

Peter’s mouth went agape for a moment until his head did that cute, stupid little nod thing “Yeah basically” he says, shrugging his shoulders. Ned dramatically leaned against the bunk bed “Oh Jeez” Peter went to stand directly in front of him. You finally stood up and stood next to Ned

“Dude, you guys can’t tell anyone about this. You gotta keep this a secret” he says in a hushed tone. This is a first seeing him so serious “A secret, why?” Ned says and you facepalm next to him “Seriously?” you say, whacking Ned’s arm. who swats your hand away.

Peter’s voice suddenly got very high in pitch “You know what she’s like. If she finds out people are trying to kill me every single night, she’s not going to let me do this anymore” he says, gesturing to the door every couple words. “Come on Ned please” Peter begs.

“Okay, okay, okay, kay I’m gonna level with you.I don’t think i can keep this a secret ” he says and Peter sighs, turning his head away “This is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me” he says. He acted like he just found out that he himself was Spider-man instead of Peter.

“May can not know. I can not do that to her right now, you know?. With everything that’s happened with her I- please” he pleaded his case once more, his voice cracking a bit. It would have pained you to see him like that a little more if the urge to strangle him wasn’t there.

“Okay”

“Just swear it okay, both of you”

“I swear” Ned says and Peter looks at you. “Yeah i swear, for May’s sake” you make sure to point out you were still pissed at him. “Thank you” Peter says anyway. “Okay” you shrug your shoulders. Peter ran a hand through his hair “I can’t believe this is happening right now”

“Is the internal freakout kicking in Spidey?” you say with a small grin on your face. “Can i try the suit on?” Ned asked “No“ both you and Peter say at the same time. “How does it work? Is it magnets?” How do you shoot the strings?” Ned kept the questions rolling.

Peter grabbed his arm, leading him towards the door “I’mma tell you this at school tomorrow okay?” he said and Ned nods as Peter grabs the door handle “Great. Wait ” Ned says and they both stop at the door. Did he forget about you. “How do you do this and the Stark internship” he asks.

wow

Peter gives him a strange look “This is the Stark internship” he says and Ned smiles, nodding “Oh” Peter shakes his head and shoves Ned through the door “Just get out” he says and shuts it. He turns his back and leans against it, exhaling deeply.

you take a seat on his bed and grab your black sneakers so you can slip them on. “What’re you doing?” Peter asked, pushing himself off the door “Leaving. What does it look like genius?” you snap at him as you stand up once more “But May said she’d bring you some-”

“I’ll tell her i’m fine. I just want to go home” you say and go to grab your bag off the floor when Peter shoots a web at it, pulling it towards him “I know your mad at me” he says “Oh so he is a genius, what do you want? a cookie. Give me my bag Peter” you say bitterly.

“I wanted to tell you, i really did. Especially after that night in your room-”

“Don’t even bring that up”

“Y/n please, just let me and explain” he begs as you walk towards him and go for the handle, but he shoots a web onto it before you can even touch it. You sigh and look at him with a glare “Fine” you submit and he nods, dropping your bag beside him.

“I was a normal kid my whole life and then my world was flipped over. I could do things no one else could and it was awesome, but i knew i couldn’t tell anyone but at the same time i knew i could help people. So i did and it became my new normal”

you listened quietly, trying not to give off any emotions or whatever “then six months ago i met a girl who couldn’t do her chemistry work, so much so that she was breaking her pencil and didn’t even notice. Everyone calls her obnoxious and full of attitude, but i think she’s perfect”

“Are you flirting with me Peter?” you asked and he smiles sheepishly “No- well yes, but i’m trying to tell you i like you. Like- like like you” he said then immediately averted his eyes away from you. “Oh” you breathed out, in shock yourself.

“Yeah”

a few moments went by and both of you didn’t say a word, just stared at each other awkwardly. Peter seemed to become antsy by the second because out of nowhere he grabs your face with both of his hands, planting his lips on yours. It took you a second, but you kissed him back.

wait

pushing him away, you wipe your mouth “Peter i just puked in your trash can dumbass!”

☼-☪-☼

two years later / senior year

“I fucking hate bridges” you groan, slumping down into your seat. Field trips sucked ass, especially when you had to drive over a bridge. “You’ll be fine” Peter reassures, wrapping an arm around you. You narrow your eyes and look at him “When we drive off this bridge and die. I’m blaming you”

Peter shook his head before his face dropped and he looked at his arm. The hairs on his arm standing up. He takes his arm from around your head and places his hand over the hairs, causing your head to fall back “Ow. What the hell Peter?” you glare,

you sit up in your seat and spot what he’s looking at. Oh aliens- that’s fucking great. Wait your boyfriend is a superhero “Peter” you say, but he looks at the back of the bus before reaching in the front to tap Ned in the face. Ned takes out his earbud and looks back at him.

“Hey Hey. I need you to cause a distraction”

“Ned don’t” You say, but it’s too late, Ned spots the spaceship, his face lighting up “Holy shit. We’re all gonna die!” he shouts, getting the attention of everyone on the bus. “Peter” you say again. Everyone gets out there seats and strats to crowd the back of the bus. “It’s a spaceship!”

Peter reaches into his backpack and pulls out his web-shooter, slapping it on his wrist. It connects automatically. He points it out the window on the other side of the bed and shoots a web at the latch, pulling it open. You grab his arm, finally catching his attention “Peter for fucks sake think about this”

“It’ll be fine. I always come back, you know this. I’ll see in a couple hours okay?” Peter flashes you a smile. You sigh and nod “Fine, come back soon” you say and he nods, leaning down to peck your lips. “I Love you, bye” he spoke quickly before launching himself out the window.

he had never said i love you before

☼-☪-☼

you were at home, religiously watching the news on your phone, switching to other channels if they didn’t have any view of Peter. Speaking of Peter, he was currently holding onto Doctor Strange as something was beaming it up “Peter just let go” you say to yourself.

but you knew he wouldn’t

you watched as the light post that was keeping him down was ripped out the earth and your boyfriend shot through the air, leaving earth with that spaceship. He was gone, but he would come back. That’s what he told you. Like she had been watching herself Mj’s contact appeared on your phone.

scrambling across your bed, you grab your phone, answering it “Y/n” she says before you have a chance to explode on her “He’s gone Mj What am i supposed to do?” you say, your words breaking like you had forgotten how to speak. Mj waits a few seconds before responding.

“He’ll be back. No get some rest it’s late will meet at the cafe next to your house with Ned”

☼-☪-☼

two days later

“Y/n, you looked like you haven’t slept” Ned points out, causing you to send a glare his way “Yeah no shit, my boyfriend is in fucking space and i haven’t seen him for two days, but yeah thanks for pointing that out dickwas” you snap, leaning back in your chair.

Ned purses his lips and looks around, begging for Mj to show up with your drinks already. “He’s my friend too, my best friend. I’m scared, but you know Peter. He’ll be back” he says. You look at him and sigh “Yeah i’m sorry Ned” you say and reach across of the table, opening your hand.

Ned takes your hand into his and you smile “You guys having a seance without me or something?” you both turn your heads to see Mj standing in front of the table. She places the drinks down, one in front of you and one in front of Ned. “God, did we have to chose a table outside it’s hella freezing”

you laugh at Mj’s comment “I needed the fresh air. My room smells like depression and doritos” you say, making Mj snicker this time. You lift up your drink and look at Ned who is frozen in fear. “Ned” you say, placing your cup down.

Ned doesn’t say a word, only lifting his finger, pointing at something between you and Mj, who had taken a seat next to you. Both you and Mj turn around to see people- people turning into dust and floating away like a old dandelion you blew to make a wish on as a kid.

Mj’s eyes widen “We have to go!” she shouts and just as you were both ready to take off- “Guys” you both turn to look at Ned. He’s staring at his hand, watching as he came apart and floated away “Ned!” you shout and jump out the seat, going over to him.

Mj grabs his hand, but he goes right through it. You can see her eyes watering, you can’t remember ever seeing her cry before “Ned, it’s going to be okay” she says. “I- i feel weird” Ned spoke. You both lift him out the chair, but it’s too late. The last bit of him had flown away.

“Oh god” Mj spoke, looking at her own hands, she was fading away as well. You grabbed her shoulders, both of you in tears at this point “Mj you can’t leave me, okay? That’s not how this friendship works. Your to stubborn for this bullshit” you spoke through sobs.

Mj’s knees buckled under her and you fell with her. As soon as her lower legs touched the ground she was gone. You didn’t know what to do, your best friends and vanished in front of your eyes. Like you were on autopilot, you grab your phone from your pocket and click the phone icon.

‘P.B Parker’ you click the call button and it goes straight to voicemail

“Please leave a message after the tone”

‘beep’

“Peter. Ned and Mj vanished into thin air and i don’t know what to do. Your usually the logical one and- fuck Peter why did you leave. I’m so scared and all i can think about is how you told me you loved me on the bus, you really know how to make an exit”

as you spoke you saw your hand beginning to fade as well “shit- I love you too Peter Parker” your boyfriend would never hear that message.

☼-☪-☼

titan (sorry in advance)

Peter Parker clung onto Tony “I don’t wanna go” he kept repeating like he could convince the stones to let him stay.

“I don’t wanna go Mr. Stark”

“Please”

Peter fell, taking Tony with him “Y/n- find her and make sure she’s alright please. I should have stayed with her- i-” Peter was choking on his words “I’ll find her kid” Tony assures him and Peter cracks a small smile, before looking Tony in the eyes.

“I’m Sorry”

and the universe lost Spider-man

☼-☪-☼

23 days later

“It’s been 23 days since Thanos came to earth” Rhodey spoke as pictures of the avengers and other people related and were blipped flashed on the screen. “world governments are in pieces and parts that are still working are trying to take a census and it looks like he did-”

Natasha stopped speaking for a moment “he did exactly what he said he was going to do. Thanos wiped out fifty percent of all living creatures” as Nat spoke Tony saw Peter’s face and quickly looked away “Where is he now, where?” he asked.

“We don’t know, he just opened a portal and walked through” Steve replied, leaning against a table. Tony sighs, a bitter smile on his face before his head turns to see Thor sitting away from the rest and points at him “What’s wrong with him?”

“uh he’s pissed. He thinks he failed, which of course he did, but you know there's a lot of that going around ain’t there” Rocket chimes in, sitting on the floor. “Honestly, until this exact second i thought you were a build-a-bear” Tony says, point at Rocket.

“Maybe i am”

“We’ve been hunting Thanos for three weeks now. Deep space scans and satellites and we got nothing.” Steve admits to the room before looking at Tony “Tony you fought him” he adds. “Who told you that?” Tony asked, holding onto his robe.

“Your a fighter”

“No he wiped my face with a planet while the bleaker street magician gave away the store. That's what happened. There was no fight.” Tony corrected. “Okay” Steve nods, noting Tony’s agitated behaviour. “Did he give you any clues, any coordinates, anything?”

Tony shakes his head “Pfft! I saw this coming a few years back. I had a vision. I didn't wanna believe it. Thought I was dreaming.” he says. He was starting to act like a child. Steve sighs “ Tony, I'm gonna need you to focus.” he says, trying to calm him down.

but Tony’s anger was already bubbling up and ready to boil over “and I needed you. As in past tense. That trumps what you need. It's too late buddy. Sorry. You know what I need?” he asked, standing up from the table. He reaches into robe and pulls out a camera and a cellphone. “I need you too watch this and listen”

“What is this?” Steve asked, looking at the tables contents. “Oh you know just some things i asked Happy to grab from Peter’s apartment. Let’s have a look shall we?” Tony said. Everyone in the room looked tense at the mention of his name.

“Friday play the video on the screen” Tony instructs as he steps back. Everyone turns towards the screen and the first thing they see is Peter, laying on his bed with a smile. He turns the camera and shows you peacefully sleeping on his chest, wearing his shirt.

“Peter if your recording me, i’m going to break that camera” okay maybe you weren’t sleeping. The camera is placed on his chest “You uh- looked cute” he spoke and you shook your head, leaning up to kiss him, it only lasting a couple seconds. “Friday pause” Tony says.

“Why are you showing us this?” Steve asked, but his questioned went unanswered. “That right there is Y/n L/n. B to C student at Midtown high, only child and all that. She was also the kid’s girlfriend for three years. He told me to find her and i did”

“Friday play the security footage outside of Steamin’ mugs cafe” Tony says, Friday replying with a ‘yes boss’ before the footage of you crying on the phone before you vanished into nothing. Natasha looked away, having see that too much for her own good.

“I’m kinda happy for her. At least i didn’t have to tell her i watched him turn to dust in my arms, but you know i got here the last thing she said to him. It’s a real tear jerker. Wanna listen?” Tony says, going over to grab Peter’s phone off the table.

“You made your point Tony” Rhodey says. Tony turns to Steve once again “ I said, ‘we'd lose’. You said, ‘We'll do that together too’ and guess what, Cap? We lost and you weren't there. This is what we lost. This is who we lost. You didn’t know her, but it matters. It matters is because they’ll never see each other again ”

☼-☪-☼

five years later

(Kody’s endgame so no death lmao)

everyone was in front of the destroyed base. Thanos was gone and everyone was still around to see it happen (i wish). Doctor Strange has just finished returning everyone to where they belong. “I must say i did not think we would win” he admits.

“Thanks for the optimism buddy” Rocket says, looking up at him. Peter stood up from the rumble he sat on “I need to see someone, can you bring her like- here?” Peter asked Strange, who already knew who he was talking about because- it’s Doctor Strange what do you expect?

he nods and backs away to do his thing.

☼-☪-☼

you took a large gasp of air as you saw light. What happened? Didn't you just vanish? It was only a second ago. You look around and see people staring at you strangely. “Aw damn my head hurts” you heard Mj groan. You instantly tackle her to the floor “and now it hurts more”

“Yeah cry about it i just saw you vanish”

“I’m here too, ya know?” both of you turn to see Ned and the hug became a group tackle as you both smiled and embraced each other. That was until you were pulled into a orange portal out of nowhere. You end up facing a bunch of rubble and debris.

“What the fuck?! I’m so tired of the super magic bullshit!” you shout.

you turn your head and see a couple of avengers like Captain America, Thor, Hulk, and thor stare at you. You already met Tony. “Hi Mr. Stark’ you say, raising your hand for a awkward wave. Tony smiles and gestures his hand to Peter who was standing, in a new suit might you add and a nervous smile.

you didn’t care much for embarrassment after that and ran towards him, practically leaping into his arms “I’m back” he says, digging his head into your shoulder “Yeah no shit, you went to space you dumbass. I think i called you a hundred times or until my phone died”

Peter let out a breathy laugh as his arms tightened round you “I’m sorry,no more space okay? Just you and me on earth. ” he suggests and you nod “Yeah i like that. About what you said on the bus by the way” you let go a bit to look up at him.

his nervous, shy stature set in quickly “What uh- what about it?” he asked, hoping for a good answer. “i love you too dork” you smile and he sighs “Oh thank god. I was about to dust away again’ he says and you whack him in the arm “What?” he asked, slightly hurt.

“Too soon Peter” you explain and he nods “Right” he says and a silence falls on both of you. Was he going to do anything “Oh my god- Kiss her!” Tony yells from behind you both. Peter’s face flushes in slight embarrassment before he shrugs, grabbing your face.

you both share a sweet kiss, long overdue by the amount of time spent apart. Even if it was just two days and five years to everyone else. Both you and Peter end up spending weeks together, alone just cause you could. You made Peter promise no more space trips and he begrudgingly agrees.

a girl with two much attitude and a boy who was too shy somehow managed up the nerve to talked to said girl. They were polar opposites and some would say completely different people, but they managed to fall in love and make it through anything.

who wouldn’t want love like that

☼-☪-☼

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Kody- i haven't slept yet and i pulled this plot out of my ass. It’s 8am and i’m going to go pass out. Anyways, peace.

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izzie’s favorite movies and tv shows of 2020 (aka the worst year ever)

another year, another movie and tv show review. this year has, to put it simply, sucked. 2020 has been so terribly awful that sometimes the only light you can see are the absolute bangers of movies and tv shows that came out this year. with that being said, some of the movies and tv shows didn't come out in 2020. if the are mentioned in this post it is because they either: had a season come out this year, i found them this year, or they became popular this year.

SPOILERS: it may not come as a surprise but just in case you didn't realize, there will be many spoilers ahead, read at your own risk.

tw // death, suicide, drug use, mild adult language. if any of these things might trigger you, i strongly urge you not to read this post.

there is no specific order of these shows and movies, i'm just writing as they come to mind. if you enjoy any of these movies or tv shows, or if you have any suggestions for me, please let me know!

TV SHOWS

1) Santa Clarita Diet

Okay, so I know this show doesn't have anything to do with 2020. But, I found this show in 2020. I put it off for a while, thinking it wasn't my style of a show, but boy was I wrong. I loved this show. Sheila Hammond (Drew Barrymore) is a normal suburban wife and mom. She is a real estate agent with her husband Joel (Timothy Olyphant). She struggles with the fact that she isn't very adventurous. This all changes when she throws up an insane amount at a house showing. She then finds herself craving adventure, and craving human flesh. Yeah, she's a zombie. Not only is this show super hilarious, but it also shows the growth that they have with their characters and their family. I'm also team Abby (Liv Hewson) and Eric (Skyler Gisondo).

2) Outer Banks

So, I'm from NC. And, watching this show at first bothered me because I can very obviously tell this show isn't actually filmed in the obx, and the geography isn't exact, but once I got past that, I loved it. John B (Chase Stokes) is a teenager that lives in the poor side of the outer banks. He has a friend group called the Pogues which consists of JJ (Rudy Pankow), Pope (Jonathan Daviss), and Kie (Madison Bailey). They absolutely hate the Kooks, which are the rich kids. A while after John B's dad gets lost at sea, presumed dead, the group finds some evidence that may solve the mystery, and make them rich. In the process, John B falls in love with a Kook names Sarah (Madelyn Cline) whose father Ward (Charles Esten) may have a little more to do with the mystery than he let on. Through friendship, murder, and secrets, the gang may just figure out what happened to John B's dad.

3) Love, Victor

Alright. I loved loved loved Love, Simon. I also really loved the book "Simon vs. the Homosapien Agenda." So, when I heard about this show, I was so excited. Victor (Michael Cimino) is a teenage boy that moved to Creekwood with his family. He meets Felix (Anthony Turpel) who lives in his building. He also meets Mia (Rachel Hilson) and they begin dating. But, he also meets Benji (George Sear). While trying to get used to a new school, new friends, and a new relationship, Victor finds himself questioning his sexuality. With the help of Simon (Nick Robinson) and his friends, Victor finds it in himself to finally come out, and he admits his feelings, for Benji. This is such a good show, but I was so upset when season 1 ended on a cliff-hanger.

4) The Haunting of Bly Manor

The sequel to The Haunting of Hill House. Now listen, haunting of hill house was an absolute banger. When I saw that Bly came out I nearly died. I was so excited. But, I was alone in my apartment and also a lil bitch. So, I had to wait a week until I was home with my family to watch it. Now, I was so excited to be scared, and there were a few jump scares and ominous moments, but this season was more centered around the story line of Dani Clayton (Victoria Pedretti) and her new life in a foreign country. When seeing an ad for a live in job as an au pair. When she gets there, she meets the two young children she’ll be looking out for and the other workers of the house, including the gardener, Jamie (Amelia Eve). Throughout her stay at Bly she begins to notice weird behaviors from both children and by the end of the series she sacrifices herself for the children. Sadly, this story is being told by Jamie who Dani had fallen in love with during her stay at Bly. Now I was somewhat upset about the lack of horror, but was still very intrigued and drawn in by this series.

5) Julie and the Phantoms

Alright, at first I was not gonna watch this show. I thought it looked a little too young and childish for me, but everyone was talking about it on twitter so I had to. I. Love. This. Show. This show centers around Julie (Madison Reyes). Julie is a teenage girl who, sadly, lost her mother. The one major thing she shared with her mom, was their love for music. Since her mothers passing, she gave up music. This is until, dead musicians from the 90′s show up in her garage. Luke (Charlie Gillespie), Alex (Owen Joyner), and Reggie (Jeremy Shada) all tragically passed away in the 90′s after eating bad street hotdogs. When Julie finds their CD in her garage, she decides to play it and they come back in ghost form. But, only she can see them. With their help, she finds her confidence to play music again. Also, she has to find away for them to stay because they’re slowly disappearing.

6) Derry Girls

Bitch. I love this show. And yeah it didn’t come out in 2020. Shut up. I found this show recently after watching the cast on the holiday special of the Great British Baking Show. I loved the actors so I had to watch the show. This show focuses on Erin (Saoirse-Monica Jackson) a 16 year old girl that lives in Derry, Northern Ireland in the 90′s. Alongside her is her cousin Orla (Louisa Harland), her two friends Clare (Nicola Coughlan) and Michelle (Jamie-Lee O’Donnell), and Michelle’s English cousin James (Dylan Llewellyn). During these years, a lot of people in Ireland struggled, especially because it was during wartime. Even thought this show isn’t focused heavily around the war, it’s amazing to see these teens live a fulfilling life while struggling with the state of their country, and the lack of money that their families have.

7) Elite

HA. This show did have a season in 2020 so leave me alone. But bro, I love this show. At first, I didn’t watch it because I thought I could only watch the dubbed version in English, which I hate. I hate dubbed shows they look so weird. But, once I found out I could watch this show in Spanish, I fell in love. But, sadly, theres too damn much to talk about in one little post. It’s crazy. But basically it just follows the lives of teens in high school that are trying to survive. And no, not in the “I’m surviving high school,” sense. No, people be getting murdered.

MOVIES (tbh i didn’t find a lot of movies good this year lmk which movies u liked this year and maybe i’ll like them!)

1) All the Bright Places

After the death of her sister, Violet (Elle Fanning) is devastated. She closes herself off, and has her parents get her out of doing school work that involves working with others. But, as time goes on, they realize she may need to start to move on. Violet then meets Finch (Justice Smith) who is enamored by Violet. He suggests they do a project together. While finding and visiting some of the smallest wonders of their state, they begin to fall for each other. While you are focusing on Violet and her mental health, you tend to miss some of the signs that Finch’s mental health isn’t great either, but by the time you do, it could be too late.

2) Dangerous Lies

Hmm. This was weird for me. I had only ever seen Camila Mendes in Riverdale, and honestly, not a fan. So, Katie (Camila Mendes) and her husband Adam (Jessie T. Usher) are struggling with money. Katie decides to take a job working for an elderly man, and eventually gets her husband hired there as well. Unfortunately, he dies, but for some odd reason, leaves the house and all of his fortune, to Katie. As they get comfortable in the house, they begin to uncover some very weird and dangerous lies.

3) The Devil All the Time

Ok. Iconic. You got so many hot men in this movie. Bill Skarsgård, Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Robert Pattinson. C’mon now. That’s crazy. But, this story is so long and in depth that I wouldn’t even know where to begin. This movie is a bit disturbing. It involves murder, sexual assault, killing of animals, and so much more so if that’s an issue for you please do not watch this movie. It was also quite long, but it was still good.

4) After We Collided

Okay just listen. I was that teenager. I read wattpad stories and was, embarrassingly, addicted to After. This was not a great movie per say, but it was After. This is a sequel to the movie After. This movie centers around Tessa (Josephine Langford) and her recovery after her breakup with Hardin (Hero Fiennes Tiffin). Theres sex, alcohol, bad acting. The whole nine-yards. But c’mon, they’re so cute together.

5) To All the Boys p.s. I Still Love You

Okay it was a good movie. I enjoyed it. This movie focuses on Lara Jean (Lana Condor) and her boyfriend Peter (Noah Centineo) and their relationship post the first movie. But of course relationships aren’t super steady, and John Ambrose McClaren (Jordan Fisher) shows up. Yeah, John Ambrose, from her letter. They become closer and Lara Jean has to decide who she wants to be with. Spoiler, it’s Peter. BOOOOOOO justice for John Ambrose McClaren, he deserved better.

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project-paranoia · 3 years

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Live Watch: S.C.I. Mystery Episode One

I enjoy camp because I've always enjoyed analysis and examination. I enjoy looking at something from all sides, testing it with my fingertips. When I was a child I would sit for hours just looking at something until I had it all held in my mind and I felt like I understood it. Camp necessitates that understanding the way that imitation and - good - parody requires it. To quote Susan Sontag - who articulated what camp is so well - Camp is "a sensibility that revels in artifice, stylisation, theatricalisation, irony, playfulness, and exaggeration rather than content." Because of this camp takes on head to head gender, sexuality, expectations, any sort of defined norm and sequins it up then shakes it down until understanding comes out. When understanding something there are three major ways to work your investigation - what it is, what it's imitation is - the close but not quite, and what it isn't. Camp handles all three, to quote again: "Camp sees everything in quotation marks. It's not a lamp, but a 'lamp; not a woman, but a 'woman.'"

Why are we talking about camp? Because SCI Mystery is some of the best kind of camp outside of drag or screaming about wire hangers. It deals a lot with mental illness in a way that would destroy a serious show, but in this one "mental illness" is a metaphor for being marginalised and a way to talk about the mouse and cat in the room. This show is about being queer. About being gay loudly and quietly, about resisting specific labels and needing them, about the threat of a cure and the blessing of acceptance. All the messy realities of queer life as varied as queer people. Like Lil Nas X's Montero, you can appreciate the effort without being comfortable with it. While the show's allegory of mental illness when many queer people are still told they are ill is done well and there is reason to the choices and tone, things are said which can be hard to hear. Knowing they're there because they're hard to hear and have been heard doesn't help everyone.

With all that said, it's also a fun, silly bl drama. Don't let the analysis scare you off. While the information about camp can be something to be aware of, all this show requires to be enjoyed is a willingness to be amused and spooked in turns.

You know the drill, spoilers below!

* I have memorised the youku sound, I have a triggered response with it. Not all triggers are bad, this one reminds me of Guardian

* Welcome to episode one where we just leap in! But don't worry, one of them has a cute earring and they are colour coordinated.

* Watching from youtube the episode is 38 minutes long while most of the others are 45. Attach whatever emotion you want to that fact.

* The exposition is handily delivered by asking a question which tells us some things, thank you show, I appreciate it

* First episode and he's already giving his partner an in case I don't come back letter to be opened if he dies

* Wait for me!~ Go!~~

* Slow walk with dramatic music: 1 (don't make this a drinking game You Will Expire) this time with bonus almost looking back

* I've seen a similar shot on Hawaii Five O

* Don't explain what's happening, just knock everything over with a jump kick in some absolutely spotless white tennies

* Running with dramatic music with bonus looking back: Does it count? We have yet to hear back from the judges

* They leap into the water with an explosion behind them, we are less than 2 minutes in and I love that for them

* At first I thought the boats were making a big heart before I remembered that I am very silly and they are not doing that

* This one is going to be long

* I can see his pockets through his trousers, why are his trousers so thin?

* It's not kissing to dramatic music in the surf if it's CPR

* Each story line has its own intro and that's very sexy of them

* Slow walk/dramatic music: 2-6

* These people are totally goofy and and yet the Seriousness

* Two Weeks Ago!

* The police school bus has arrived to shoo away the crows circling around Dr. Zhan staring (dramatically) at the body

* Sport scar policeman dresses even more unprofessionally than Zhao Yunlan who at least looks like a detective who was jumped by so many criminals he just gave up wearing a suit and went for jeans. Chief Bai's clothes are so thin, I'm under constant anxiety someone is going to tear them off.

* Also several of the cast pictures on MyDramaList look like the pictures your auntie insists taking to send to your other aunties and I love that for them

* Triple axil spin from the victim, the judges are loving it - this is the camp I'm here for

* The dramatic slo mo and music budget for this show was so big, just as it should be

* He's mad because he's angy

* Master Psychiatrist can tell all about the killer from crouching by the body, it's a trope and this is one of the few places I like it because it serves the show instead of the show serving it

* When you're almost boyfriend is going away for reasons and it's not your decision but you can't go with him because of your job so you're just low key bitter about it

* "You can't control me"

* The pettiness between these two

* Professional women who worked hard to get where they are still are constantly obsessed with boys according to most cdramas

*The male posturing in those three second has accidentally circled back around to being gay in the way those bro shows accidentally do and I love that

* I live for this 80s-90s police chief perm

* The Pettiness

* I always tend to like doctor characters, I don't know why. Even when they aren't my favourites I like them.

* She's kind of adorable, I like her (I've seen a lot of this show and every time I say I like someone it ends badly ;-; )

* "the victems"

* If you love Creative English, this is the show for you!

* Chief Bai's crew is trying so hard to get them back together

* Dr. Zhan is so good at psychology he can tell what someone looks like from some tire tracks - this trope is used all the time in crime shows, but they push it a little farther in SCI and it really helps the viewer know what the rules for the show are

* The scene in the psychiatrist's office hearkens back to queer coded villains and the way they're treated in old black and white horror cinema - but done so artfully it's almost invisible. It's incredibly well done, and the awareness of tropes and types all throughout the series is tremendously successful as much as it's campy fun.

* There's also the trope of someone who manipulates someone into feeling like they've been "purified" and then weaponises them against the "filthy". And of course the fact that the killer's blade is a mirror - that he's killing in others what he sees in himself. This trope hasn't just been queer-coded but has been applied to any sort of physical or mental disorder. Thesis have been written about this trope and the anxiety attached to it. I can't write them better and this is long enough, it's just a small part of the excellent handling of the themes showing up in this genre and I wanted to point it out because it deserves appreciation for the skill and knowledge in the writing.

* The whole you need evidence vs you're saying psychoanalysis isn't trustworthy feels very much like a coded angry exes discussion

* I love the establishing shots, so good

* He kind of deserved that door to the face, what was he even doing

* Police violence in crime shows is supposed to be a release for the viewer, but many countries have issues with police violence so it hits wrong. Here it's far more performative in a way that at least has some awareness

* The weirdest phone call, you call someone to tell them something important and they say two things to you and hang up

* The tongue thing, why always the tongue thing?

* When a serial killer tries to compliment you by calling you a carnivore and you shut down the whole alpha male supposition by calling yourself a vegetarian

* At this point I've written almost fifteen hundred words and taken almost two hours to watch 23 minutes

* This is my life, these are my choices

* Dutch Angles

* You could make this conversation about being gay, I have had this conversation about homosexuality before

* Unfortunately while I had it I was on the bus trapped in a window seat

* The conversation didn't end with me saying something cool and everyone clapping

* They just got off the bus to go to work

* The banality of evil, yo

* Her shorts are Incredibly Short, good for her

* "arrest the perp behind my back" that's his job, broheim

* He doesn't ask why she checked behind their ears

* DUN dun dun!

* Slo mo file drop, and of course the file is blood stained and aged

* Chalk Art of Doom

* Chinese word play!

* Caught almost putting his coat over his crush, embarrassing XD

* Backstory!

* I love all the little character details, I could quote lines I think are funny all day but that would start getting silly

* Bai Yu Tong is marked as clean and having OCD but we don't see what's apparently a huge character trait at all other than the all white, do love that he's good at cooking

* Dr. Zhan: Brilliant! Genius! Cannot feed himself.

* Dr. Gong has indifference level 100% which is true and also I love that for him

* I love that Wang Shao part of the team because he's good at making friends, I love that for him

* Poor Zhao Fu: scared of ghosts and dumb and sweet? At least he has an 8 pack

* Jiang Lin is very tropey except the mention of her nearsightedness

* Ma Han's height 1.7m and legs 1.8m is hilarious and I love it

* I stopped recording the slo mo walks, but if you were drinking along with them you might be dead so I really appreciate you taking time out of your afterlife to continue reading. We appreciate all our ghost readers

* And that's the first episode! Thanks for making it to the end!

#SCI Mystery #SCI谜案集 #watchthrough #let's watch

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herrwagner · 3 years

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[Hi there! So, I've really been enjoying your long-term corruption arc on Krakoa with Dis/goreverine. Any spoilers or thoughts you're willing to share about that? No pressure! I'm really on board with Krakoa taking a dive into the horror genre because it's seriously just begging to be written.]

Hi! I would answer this privately but I know for a fact there are more people that wanna know, so I hope you don’t mind x: But that said let’s do a lil deep dive!

And a small disclaimer like this all very much a work in progress, it is all very dynamic and can be changed when things more fitting are figured out and so on. It’s a thing.

Also this can you know... contain triggers so it will be under a cut for safety’s sake! Also it’s gonna be looong.

So first things first: I am so happy you like it and sent this! Truly over the moon so like thank you so so much for letting me go off an ramble. I will probably be enjoy this more than anyone else so let’s go!

It’s not so much corruption as it is just letting base instincts be a more prominent part of things. The whole embrace your nature aspect is very big on Krakoa, and I don’t see that lessening over the years. For Kurt, being of Neyaphem decent. that very much comes down to embracing a more demonic side that he has been pushing hard to keep away from himself up until now.

Before Krakoa Kurt has made a very big point of not associating with Azazel more than he has to, and that includes denying a lot of himself, a lot of his heritage. simply to easier handle who he himself is as a person. Getting to Krakoa is like getting force feed with having to dive deep and embrace it whether he likes it or not.

It looks a lot like Kurt may well be spiraling because of getting there, but it started slowly already when he gave up his immortal soul. Krakoa is just a fair ground where he can explore it and adapt without judgment, which honestly is what’s been holding him back the most the whole time. Wanting to fit in is so important to Kurt, and being as different as he is makes fitting in pretty damn hard. So while getting to Krakoa is a culture shock in a sense it is also very reliving and helpful.

Then we have the whole rebirth aspect. Since you basically get reborn as soon as you’ve been confirmed as dead on Krakoa, it is a pretty big part of how they live. Death doesn’t have the consequence it did before and all that. The interesting part to remember is how canon stated that each rebirth furthers a mutation slightly ( about 4 % on Krakoa, and a lot more on Arakko ).

Because Kurt’s mutation is a very visual kind it shows very clearly on him how that affects him. Most obviously it shows in his appearance. How it over time change his features, fur getting a slightly different texture, the nails becoming more like claws, the teeth getting a lot bigger, his eyes going from reflecting like ( like that on a feline ) to actually glowing with hellfire, starting to grow horns, etc. The list is very long and it’s just small subtle shift for each rebirth, but over the years there are a lot of rebirths which means a lot of change.

I specifically hc that Kurt has two deaths and ultimately two rebirths happening from Arakko which means he has two instances of very very big changes. Those are the times you basically trade a kitten for a panther in changes. 20 years into it, some Krakoa rebirth and the two from Arakko. and Kurt looks very different. He’s gotten taller with about two inches. He has a lot sharper angles to his face and whole body structure. The claws are full out claws, like you can’t mistake those for nails anymore. There is an ever present scent of sulfur about him, like it seems to come from inside him. Looking him in the eye and his eyes look like they are burning on the inside. He grows large ram like horns, they’re not perfectly symmetrical but it really lends itself well to the whole aesthetic Kurt is going for by then.

So that is all that looks go. Now the mutation as far as abilities goes this is interesting and something I haven’t thought too much about. But either way Kurt will never get his immortal soul back, meaning he is very HARD to kill. He’s pretty much close to immortal, meaning the times he has died and been reborn it’s been pretty extreme circumstances. The teleportation isn’t as limited anymore, and cross dimension teleportation isn’t even hard to manage by then. just to give you an idea of what I’ve been thinking for it.

Now Kurt himself as a person hasn’t change all that much, funnily enough. He is still very kind, he will listen to anyone and be there for them. None of this is different. The difference is that the social structure of how Krakoa works is something Kurt has evolved with. He has a lot of patience, yes. but in the right company he has no patience because that is how certain groups have structured their social standards. In some groups violence speaks louder, and Kurt will take part in it. He is embracing all parts of Krakoa, because it is very much part of his job as spiritual leader and High Priest.

What he didn’t plan on is this part that enjoy the most; Kurt certainly sat out on the mission of figuring out how religion could still fit in to society of Krakoa. He isn’t the only one to leave his religion behind in the human world, and needed something else to help find a steadier footing in this new world. He was however not planning on accidentally becoming a central figure of this new “religion” and some kind of semi mortal manifestation of divinity to mutant kind.

Yes I’m talking about Kurt basically becoming mutant kinds Jesus, and it only happened because people listened to him. I imagine that at first Kurt is just one of many people talking about religion and the spiritual differences the Krakoan way of living is compared to that outside of it. But it slowly evolves from him being one of them, to them putting him on a pedestal he has no idea of how to get down from, and it is spiraling quickly. So instead fighting it Kurt is embracing it and doing as best he can by those that look to him for answers and guidance.

Looking to religions they left behind he has a lot of similarities to both Jesus and Lucifer, which is easily transferred to the new belief to have him as a “missing link” between the divine and the mortal. Kurt is well aware he is by no means a deity or any kind of Devine figure. But if people need him to be a saint, a messiah, a leader... he damn well will be the best one he can for their sake. He won’t abandon them, and it also gives him something to care for, something to belong in and feel like he is meant to do. He is in short happy to do it.

Because of how elevated he becomes because of this, aka with how people view him and ultimately treat him he is basically becoming a cult leader in a sense, for lack of better term. He will touch those that feel like it will help them in whatever way. He will hear them, see them, speak to them. He is devoted to be what they need him to be.

Now as far as that looks is interesting, and I am glad you asked. Once Kurt starts growing horns they don’t stop growing, however they have to start from zero each time he is reborn. Which means for weeks he is walking around with a bleeding head as the horns have to come out. The blood from this is generally viewed as a blessing to somehow get, much like all of Kurt’s blood but this is more like a ceremony to be worthy of getting in on if you will. He can bleed pretty heavily and has at times been blinded by his own blood getting in his eyes.

Once the bleeding stop it’s another whole ceremony of carving the horns with their new holy symbols. Generally Daken ( @goreverine ) helps with this as the knife used for it is made from one of Daken’s claws. The horns does bleed during this but it doesn’t hurt Kurt. Most commonly he also has two or three trinkets hanging from one of the horns when they’re done.

On accident Daken also managed to impale Kurt’s hands on his claws ( yes they had sex, yes Kurt asked for it, and no neither one considered the consequences ). And yes this escalated even more the view people had of Kurt as a holy figure as now it was like seeing him being Christ with the wounds in his palms. There are a lot of similar things going, that can very logically be explained. But you try to be logical to a group of people that want a Devine explanation and want to run with it. Kurt as simply stopped trying to explain and just let them do their own assumptions of what he is and looks like. Wounds included.

So uhm... this got long but hi ask away c: I love to talk about this

#tesstingyou #goreverine #• save #• headcanon #blood tw #tw blood #Krakoa: Garden of Violent Delights

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restingdomface · 4 years

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Okay but I’m in a ‘Sizhui is baby and no one can compare to how baby he is’ mood and I want two things:

—-The unseen scene from traveling from Yiling to Lotus pier. I have theories about this (or, at least, I know what I want to have happened) and it’s beautiful: WangXian ends up traveling to Lotus Pier with LJY and LSZ and WN, this is the most logical explanation for how they traveled (unless LJY ended up with the rest of the Lans, but as LWJ’s son, I don’t think they could do anything to convince LSZ not to stay with LWJ when he’s about to feel seasickness for the next however many hours it’s gonna take to get to Lotus Pier, but LJY is the only one I’ll concede might not have traveled with them, the only way I would say LSZ too is if they have a healer he goes to when he feels sick, but they only seemed to travel with Cultivators rn so I’m guessing he would have stayed with Baba) but then, when they got to Lotus Pier, LSZ acted like he didn’t just have several hours to talk to WN about his life in the Burial Mounds. TBH that would actually have been the best time for LSZ to come to WWX and say he’s A-Yuan, when WWX feels like shit and could use a pick me up and just got confronted by the whole Cultivation world

As an aside here, let’s talk about how out of everyone in this conference, the only people shunned from walking about like nothing’s wrong are Sizhui, Wen Ning, Wei Wuxian, and Lan Wangji. Can we talk about how fam all got excluded together? And the fact is, Sizhui didn’t have to choose that exclusion, but he decided that learning about his own family is, right now, more important than blindly following the pack to keep his status within the sect that raised him. He’s kind. He wants to talk to his uncle who is also kind. He wants to bond with him.

So. Why didn’t he spend the boat ride talking to Uncle Ning? Is it because he wasn’t ready to confront WWX who’s Right There yet? No. It’s because baby boy was fucking sick as hell. Sea sickness, as we’ve seen, gives him IMMEDAITE anxiety upon even standing on the pier to the boats. LJY comes up to him and says it’s okay, they can wait a few minutes before they get on a boat. He’s got anxiety. He Knows he’s gonna spend the next few hours sitting feeling sick as hell and absolutely miserable.

Now, what’s different about having WWX and WN with him, instead of just having LWJ? Well, LWJ is great, he’s Baba, he’s probably going to play a healing song that makes him feel bearable enough to make it through this, but then you add WN and WWX and their whole routine is gonna be thrown off.

WWX doesn’t realize how seasick this lil bun is till he’s in the boat with them, and immediate worry descends over him. Poor bun is already moaning in pain as he sits at the bottom of the boat, just close enough that he’s in the shade of the canopy but close to the edge so he can get over in time not to throw up on Baba.

He’s turned on full baby mode rn, and that’s about to set off WWX’s daddy instincts like none other. WN, on the other hand, is a trained nurse (probably would have trained as a doctor, if given the chance) and he’s already ushering WWX to sit behind the kid to give him something to lean against. LWJ is already pulling out the musical instruments so he can play a calm tummy song for his lil bun.

Why does WWX need to let the baby lean on him? Because Uncle Ning is coming to the rescue and he’s got Needles (WWX is a little horrified at WN gonna be using these needles on this poor defenseless bun who can’t even protect himself from icky tummy feel, but accepts that child abuse is about to happen right in front of him and he cannot stop it) but, the needles, are going to make LSZ’s entire abdomen numb af, and that includes his hips and upper back. Baby boy not gonna feel a damn thing with these needles, but he ain’t gonna be able to hold himself either.

Lots of questions from curious bunny when he’s no longer feeling anything and he’s a melty puddle against WWX who’s stroking his hair and giving him little nuzzles and cuddles and is holding his hand (WWX can’t figure out why, maybe it’s because he misses A-Yuan so much, but he just wants to hold this little one’s hand and give him kisses and tell him he’s being so very good even tho that evil Ghost General used instruments of torture on him and he’s got an icky tummy) and LWJ looks genuinely happy to see the teen no longer upset.

LWJ is going to learn this specific trick for numbing if it kills him. No way in hell is he letting his bun go seasick from now on.

But then, there’s no reason to play healing songs since no one’s gonna throw up, so, of course, this anxious dad pulls up what he knows will delight his lil bun, his son’s childhood lullaby. He hasn’t played it for him in years, and admittedly, he always used to hum it (with said little bun curled into his chest and being rocked to sleep, but he stopped being able to do it when LSZ moved into his own dormitory) and LSZ is just too damn tired to say anything other than having heard WWX play that back in Mo Village before he’s snuggling back into WWX and closing his eyes for a nap.

Anyways. That’s my wish fulfillment for the boat scene to Lotus Pier, baby cuddles and icky tummy’s and uncle’s to the rescue.

—- The second thing that I REALLY want rn!!! Okay so a few days ago I made a post about medical quirks I think people have, and I decided, that LSZ gets long term memory loss (amnesia) after a fever. No matter what, the memories come back, but you need to trigger them first.

The first thing they do when LSZ is sick, is move him back into the Jingshi so he can be with LWJ. No forgetting Baba allowed!!! Make sure he’s comfy while he’s healing, but only adults and healers to visit, because they don’t want the other kids getting sick too. So he usually stays remembering Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji the whole time, since they’re the usual suspects to take care of him. This sometimes leads him to think he’s less than 6 and resorts to asking a million questions like a child and climbing into laps for cuddles. It’s super cute and his Baba and Shufu love it. Give him lots of kisses and snuggles.

But then afterwards, he’s allowed outside again, and gets to reacquaint himself with the bunnies, and his friends. It’s super adorable because it’s always like meeting Lan Jingyi all over again. He loves him instantly every time. Also the bunnies. Sometimes Baba buries him in bunnies again while Shufu sits on the side and sighs a lot.

But then it finally happens. Post canon Sizhui gets a fever. And it happens while they’re on a night hunt. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

LJY is the only one that knows what to do when Sizhui starts crying and pointing to them all and saying he Doesn’t Know Who They Are And Where Is Baba???????? Which mainly consists of saying ‘oh shit’ a lot and going to send a flare (he didn’t even go outside okay that little shit stuck his arm out the window and sent one lol) up before going over to LSZ and sitting next to him and piling blankets on him and saying that Baba is on his way but rn he gets to hang out with his cousin Jin Ling and their friend Ouyang Zizhen! Isn’t that fun! He can have fun with his cousin and friend!

No. That is not fun, and Sizhui’s little lower lip sticks out far enough that LJY knows he’s about to start crying and saying he hates all of them and wants Baba.

Jin Ling be shooketh. Sizhui? Little cuddly Sizhui? Hates them? The first one to say fuck it and climb into someone else’s bed when he’s cold? The one who’s learned how to make Mother’s Lotus Root And Pork Rib soup and the first time JiuJiu tried it he cried cause it was perfect? Sizhui who buried him in rabbits once and told him he was a good kid, just had a lot of anger in him? He hates them? Lol.

So then it seems like the whole crew shows up (Wen Ning, Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, the whole dumbass crew in one go) which is good, cause Shufu to the rescue once more, making LSZ feel comfy and giving medicine. LWJ tells him they’re going home to Cloud Recesses and WWX frets over his baby.

It’s super cute. A week later, LSZ wanders out of the Jingshi not knowing left from right, and has to be reintroduced to his friends all over again.

WWX finally understands why his little boy forgot him for so long, and why memory is so damn precious to Lan Sizhui.

Anyways. I have feels.

#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the untamed #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #wen ning #lan xichen #lan sizhui #a yuan #lan jingyi

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absynthc · 4 years

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BASICS.

Full name: Sofi Sayid, but she hasn’t gone by that in almost two decades. Nicknames (if any): Ripley to most. Rip to a rare few. Gender / Pronouns: Cis female & she/her Classification: Human Abilities (if any): She wishes. Age: Thirty-six Occupation: Farmer. Dealer.

PERSONALITY.

Traits: Strategic, blunt, secretive, sarcastic, arrogant, obsessive, loyal. MBTI: INTJ – The Architect Zodiac: Capricorn. Character Inspiration: Theo Crain ( The Haunting of Hill House ), Lia Haddock ( Limetown ), Tommy Shelby ( Peaky Blinders ), James “Sawyer” Ford ( Lost )

Content warnings for suicidal ideation, drugs, addiction, grief, death, depression, implication of self-harm, allusions to police brutality.

AESTHETIC.

Sitting on your balcony alone, smoking a cigarette at one in the morning. Biting into a ripe peach, the juice dripping down your chin. Collecting old sci-fi movies from before the world burnt. The smell of rose water and honey. Calling the voicemail of someone gone just to hear the sound of their voice. Hiding your profits in the walls of your apartment. Biting down on your knuckles to muffle a scream. The crispness of cold sheets. Flickering neon signs pointing to narrow back alleys. Always paying in cash. Always.

(BRIEF) HISTORY.

tl;dr everyone rip has ever loved has either died or gone missing, and she’s convinced she has the power to talk to the dead, she just needs to figure out how to “activate” it, so that’s why she’s trying to amass wealth via dealing synth (my fun lil punny drug idea for metropolis) because money = power baybeeeeeee

Ripley grew up as a part of the working class of District Two. She’d never met her father, who disappeared mere weeks before she was born. No one knows why. It was as if he vanished into thin air, and her mother, Nairi, never talked about him.

Nairi worked at the Farm, and she did so tirelessly, legitimately believing the old adage that if you work hard, it will lead to a better life. Ripley saw time and time again how Nairi tried so hard to do everything right, do everything honestly, and how she was rewarded for her sincerity with scraps, while the Chancellor and her Watchers paraded around the city like tyrants.

And the ultimate cherry on top came when Nairi died in an accident on the Farm, killed by a wound that festered, by an infection in her blood, something that never would have happened had they been in a different district. But Ripley wasn’t able to grieve. At fourteen, she was an orphan, with no means of supporting herself, and all she could do was take up her mother’s job at the Farm in the hopes that one day, she’d make it out of here. One day, she wouldn’t have to do this anymore.

She was twenty-three when she met Joy, a technician at the Farm. It was a short courtship that led to a long marriage, and for a while, things were better. Ripley started getting used to the idea of happiness, started believing it was possible for her... only to have it all ripped away. The Watchers came, ransacked their apartment, took Joy away, interrogated Ripley for hours, told her that her wife was a traitor to Metropolis. After that day, she never saw Joy again.

Until she did, one night at the Boneyard. After her mom died, she started coming here, convincing herself she could feel her mother’s presence. And then, she started feeling Joy’s presence too, and that was all the proof she needed to herself that the one person she’d truly loved, the only hope at happiness she ever thought she’d get, was dead.

She started using. More than just casually, as she’d done her whole life. Methodical, addictive, meant to numb every feeling she’d ever had. And she had every intention of wasting away the rest of her miserable life until – a rumor overheard at Bliss, the idea that you could trigger powers within you...now that captured her attention.

She was singleminded in her pursuit of her “power” – which, she believes, is necromancy, the capacity to speak to the dead – because all she wanted was to say one last goodbye to the people she’s lost. It’s selfish, really, but she convinced herself, maybe she can use it for the greater good. To understand the future is to understand the past, and secrets disappear from the world with the dead.

Ripley was fucking tired. Tired of being a cog in the wheel of a broken machine, tired of being stepped on by the boot of the world, and in order to get where she needed to go, she needed power, money, and influence. What better way to do that than to control the stream of drugs into Metropolis? It was a slippery slope from using to dealing, but she made the most of the fall, and now, she’s created a tiny little monopoly for herself, pocketing almost all of the profits and trying not to get too greedy. Because it’s all in service of a larger goal, even if she refuses to acknowledge that she threw off one set of chains just to put on another. New game, same rules, and the stakes are much, much higher.

FULL BIOGRAPHY HERE.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

THE CLIENT’S ALWAYS RIGHT – This is one of Ripley’s regulars. Maybe it’s her favorite customer, someone she has an easy repartee with. Maybe it’s someone Ripley feels conflicted about selling to, for whatever reason. Maybe it’s someone she cannot fucking stand, but hell, they’re paying her, so what does it matter. Regardless, give Rip some clients and populate her business!! Walter White, who?

RUBBING ELBOWS WITH THE RIGHT PEOPLE – Ripley’s trying to advance her own agenda in terms of activating the power she believes she has. Maybe this person has information she needs, and she’s willing to pay to get it. Maybe she thinks she can manipulate this person to get to someone she actually wants to meet. At the end of the day, Ripley’s taking her first stab at “playing the game” of Metropolis, and boy is she vastly underprepared for what that means.

FELLOW FARMER – Ripley still works the fields as a cover for what she’s actually doing. This can be someone she’s known for years, maybe even her whole life, or it can be someone who just started working here last week. I’d imagine Ripley’s one of those people that’s become a staple of the Farm, someone everyone thinks will always be there and someone who tries to take the new kids under her wing a little bit, give them the advice she never got.

(WO)MAN OF GOD – While she isn’t inherently religious, Ripley has a strong affinity towards belief systems, and she believes with absolute certainty in her bones that she’s right about how she sees the world. Most specifically when it comes to the idea of her having powers. This is someone who believes the same thing as her or could be inclined to be swayed over to Ripley’s way of thinking. Maybe a new friend, a welcome reprieve from the cynicism Inkwell is always giving her. Someone who’ll go down this rabbit hole with her.

HEADCANONS.

Ripley named herself after Sigourney Weaver’s iconic Ellen Ripley of the Alien franchise. It was the only movie they had at home growing up, and Rip watched it again and again, can still recite it verbatim to this day.

Ripley’s got a fair amount of tattoos, all of them courtesy of Inkwell. No, she will not tell you why she got them. Sometimes a cow’s just a cow.

Since starting her little drug empire, Rip’s developed a gnarly caffeine addiction. It wasn’t something she could afford as a lowly farm worker, but now that she knows what a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee tastes like, she’s absolutely done for.

Ripley’s hair is always up if she needs to focus or if she’s working. A tight, sleek ponytail, a low bun, but most commonly, a long braid down her spine, just like how Nairi would do it for her when she was a young girl. She rarely, if ever, wears her hair down, despite it being so long.

There’s stray cat in her apartment complex that Ripley stared feeding. Since he’s so orange and so massive, she started calling him Cheeto. Cheeto now has his own litter box in Ripley’s apartment... and yet, she still calls him a stray and refuses to admit she owns a fucking cat.

Ripley takes pretty good care of herself physically. Her favorite form of exercise is boxing, and she doesn’t get nearly enough practice with sparring partners, just punches a bag she set up behind her building, so if you’re trying to Fight, hit me up.

And last but... not... least.... can’t sit properly in a chair because she’s gay....

#{ about }#{ edits }#{ i am living at the center of a wound still fresh }#2120intro #im terrible at connections pls dont look at me pls just write w me thank u

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ivyjlopez · 4 years

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October 9, 2020, 8:19pm Q&A 101

Eight days before my birthday as of this writing. I’m actually having second thoughts if I should do a blog or a vlog. But, I do like writing and releasing my thoughts through words rather than speaking up. So, as I’m about to enter another year and continue to be an adult I’d like to start doing things I’ve wished I’ve done earlier. I do not intend to have plenty of followers in any social media platforms, the only goal is to write, encourage and lead people closer to Christ through my writings and to release the thoughts I have in my head for quite some time. Yes, I’ve always been telling people that I am an introverted gal and even so, that doesn’t mean I cannot share the gospel having this personality. Introversion is not a disease and if you know you’re one of the “introverted peeps” and is frightened to share the word by speaking up or encouraging people then share it the introverted way. You go, gal! The Lord got your back. ;)

To begin this blogging journey, I’ve let some of my friends ask me certain questions about anything that they’d like to ask. Disclaimer, those that you’re about to read below are just based on my thoughts and opinions, and I’ve used some verses from the scriptures and will be using ‘em in my future blogs, if you’re actually opposed or you want to correct anything, feel free. So, here you go…

Question #1

Who are you?

I chose to answer this one first as a way of introducing myself a lil’ bit. So, most of my colleagues knew me as someone who’s meek, timid and quiet. But for those who are actually close to me would somehow oppose (lols). People would usually talk to me and seek advice as if I am a pro (lols kidding aside). I think it’s just that they consider me as someone worthy enough to be trusted sharing their deepest darkest secrets since I usually prefer to listen to someone’s rants and let the person do the talking cause sometimes that’s only what a person needs. Someone who’s willing to listen. I am literally not the type who does the first approach and most of the time would tag as “snobbish”. (Maybe I wasn’t really snobbish, I just didn’t see you due to my 300/400 vision. Haha.). I would definitely describe myself as someone who loves and values solitude, spends my spare time resting, reflecting, reading either at home or outdoors. I prefer to be in a small group of friends than being surrounded by the crowd. I am someone who doesn’t like the spotlight, I’d prefer to stay lowkey and not let everyone know what my next steps are.

P.S. I might be one of the most picky person you’ll ever meet. Lols.

Question #2

Where do you want to go?

If this question pertains to travelling, I prefer land over water activities (just to add the fact that I don’t know how to swim that’s the main reason I dislike water activities). Nothing specific, it could be both local or international, I’d like to roam around places just to pass by a well-known spot and attractions, watch and appreciate the beauty of nature and sceneries, read books if possible (sort of boring to some but I’m just simply happy with this kind of thing).

Just to add up though, one of the unforgettable trips I did a year ago was at Puerto Princesa. To cut the story short it was supposedly for a two person trip turned to trio friends down to the first ever solo trip (sighs). It was my first time to be at the airport, first time to ride a plane, first time to go somewhere I’ve never been, first time to plan my own itinerary Onset (lols). Am I lonely during my whole stay? Definitely not (remember solitude is my forte) I was kinda nervous at first but it was suddenly replaced by excitement. I’ve met new people along the trip, my eyes were able to capture beautiful sceneries, I was able to eat and enjoy my breakfast without rushing. I didn’t do much activities on those days but my heart and soul was truly grateful and joyful. And it made me even realized, I am indeed capable of doing things on my own, going to a certain place on my own and just being on my own. Do not equate being alone to being lonely. I was planning to go back this year however, this isn’t the best time yet. Looking forward to visiting that place again and to more other places and countries soon.

But at the end of the day, as some would say, “there’s no place like home” - I will always end up with my comfort place which is, home. (But more than the home I have here on earth, I’m also one of those people who looks forward to coming home with the One who created humanity.)

Question #3

Is it really painful to be left behind?

Without a single thought - Yes.

If it is for someone who passed away, the grief that anyone feels couldn’t be covered up by any comforting words even by the wisest person you knew. Just let the person grieve for now and do its work then healing will follow. Pray for that person too.

If it is for those who left in order to move out or pursue a career it would also be painful for those family members and close friends to see you go. But as for me, if you are in faith and I see you brave enough to explore the unknown, you will always have my support. It’ll be sad for a while. But we have to remember that sometimes letting a person go is also a way of showing our love and support. Let the person grow on his/her own.

Breakup - unquestionably painful. Why? Imagine not talking to the person you thought you’d end up marrying? Those plans you guys made will now be redirected to a different person. Same thing with losing a loved one because of death, this too needs a grieving phase. Cry as much as you want then stand up again. At the end of the day, you’ll just laugh it off (swear) forgiveness and acceptance will be your last destination.

Question #4

Lessons after the breakup

A lot actually (this might consume the entire space lols).

First, your happiness shouldn’t be dependent on a certain person.

Second, never allow yourself to be an option, you deserve to be a priority too.

Third, having the same personality doesn’t guarantee long-term commitment.

Fourth, never let a day pass by without fixing your arguments.

Fifth, communicate and choose to understand.

Sixth, shares the same faith and beliefs (it should always be a Christ-centered relationship).

Seventh, be consistent while both of you are still a work in-progress.

Eight, be honest. I’d prefer someone who tells the truth and does not sugar-coat.

Ninth, choose the people you’re hanging out with and/or seeking help or advise. Not everyone you call a friend is indeed a genuine friend. (It is written in 1 Corinthians 15:33 Do not be deceived: “Bad company corrupts good morals”)

Tenth, choose to forgive always, everybody deserves to be forgiven. Acceptance will always be around the corner once you’ve gone through the right stages of moving on.

(I’ll be cutting it off right here cause there’s quite a lot that I’d like to write. Haha. I might write a separate blog for this. Stay tuned. Lols)

Question #5

How to stay positive in life?

We can’t stay positive all the time. Even the strongest and the most optimistic person that you know will have his/her own downcasted moments and that is okay. Coming from someone who actually thinks negatively this question is kinda tough to answer (haha) but as for me, do not let negative thoughts overwhelm you to the point that it is already consuming you. Sometimes those thoughts are all in the mind and you’re just giving yourself a reason to create a problem that does not even exist. Surround yourself with people who will inspire and motivate you to do better, unfollow pages in social media that will trigger your anxiety, disconnect from people that are not helping you grow, stop looking up to idols and conforming to the pattern of this world, break the bad habits that you always knew you needed to stop doing. Keep it a habit to continually pray, always look up to God’s word prior seeking advice to your closest friends or bursting it all out in social media. If you are to seek counselling, ensure that it is from someone who will not tolerate you doing evil deeds. Read self-help books, open your bible, don't let the dust embrace it. Listen to calm music, it’ll help. Remember that you are loved and blessed. (Philippians 4: 6-7)

(Thank you for your questions Jonnabae, Angge, Dani and Adreng) I’ll be posting the rest of the other questions and my response of course next week. :)

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If you can remember, what was the first scene you really wanted to write for each character? The one that made you start writing about them/start including them in stories?

oooh this is such a good question. i’m assuming you mean trio, since they’re my main go-to. this will be an absurdly long post, i apologise, but honestly if people don’t expect that of me by now then i don’t know what to tell you. really it’s kind of hard to explain for any of them, because most of my early writing wasn’t planned in advance and i didn’t know them that well, it was through writing them that i really started to understand them and also to develop my own specific versions of them.

so ruben was first, and i basically slammed out the entire lengthy first chapter of maps won’t show us where we’re going (aka, the What Happened In Jamaica thing) in one sleepless night. i hadn’t intended on writing any ruben fic at all, but i’d only discovered the DNH supercut maybe a few weeks before that and had been drawing ruben a lot and making lots of anguished posts about him, and i got an ask that was something along the lines of “okay but imagine how Traumatised and Terrible things are if he did survive jamaica” that like, listed off a bunch of potential bad things and it was partially my heart just breaking over the idea of him struggling so much and a little bit of “actually i want him to HEAL AND GET BETTER” spite that fuelled me because tbh the ask hit a bit of a nerve.

so i didn’t exactly have a single scene in mind well in advance, i just knew when i started i wanted it to reach a point where he wasn’t better but where there was hope that he could be one day. and there’s a lot in that first chapter that was very much just lifted from personal experience which really opened the pandora’s box on realising how cathartic writing post-DNH ruben could be, which i think is the appeal of ruben to a lot of people. plus i got a lot of messages in my inbox going “OH MY GOD, POOR RUBEN??? YOU HAVE BROKEN MY HEART” and i absolutely bloody love people giving me attention for the things i make and having big emotions about it, so that definitely encouraged me to write him more

there was a little not-90verse DNH/ITH crossover which was my first venture into usnavi writing! i’d had a some run of art prompts in my askbox for various combos of LMM characters meeting and then got into a conversation about how usnavi would be the Best person for post-jamaica ruben to meet because he’s just so goddamn nice? and then i wrote a couple of very short little potential fics about it one of how things would go if jason showed up at the bodega which i cant remember much of but i think sonny was in it too and they pretty much told him to get the fuck out, and one was about ian tracking ruben down to the barrio and mistaking usnavi for ruben. sadly the actual fics are lost to my old blog/dead laptop but i can remember the details on the ian one pretty clearly, which is funny because i’d entirely forgotten it existed till just this second. they probably weren’t all that well-written anyway.

i hadn’t even considered any kind of non-platonic ruben/usnavi interaction when i wrote those and then i got an ask in my inbox that was like “you’re making me ship usnavi and ruben now” and i was like “only if vanessa can come too” and the whole thing was a joke i had no intention of writing but then a few people were like ‘i’d genuinely read that tho’ and that’s how your body is a triangle was writ, which is when vanessa came into the picture!

i think the first scene i ever decided on with her was the one where she accidentally triggers ruben into a panic attack and then goes round his place to try and make amends. i found vanessa so fucking difficult to write at first because she’s very, very different from me in terms of both personality and voice. but even though YBIAT was just gonna be a silly crackship one-shot (oops what happened) i think the best crackfics are the ones where the characters are still in character, and i’ve always loved vansnavi as a ship so i didn’t want it to be one of those OT3s where it’s really just a way of writing two guys making out and the girl may as well just be a potted plant in the corner. so giving her proper motivation and characterisation was really important (i actually put way less effort into exploring the usnavi/ruben aspect of it in that particular fic, you might notice).

so i was trying to figure out how and why her and ruben connect, and it was on the point of them both being more closed off than usnavi and really struggling sometimes to express things, but underneath the defensiveness and the walls being really caring and trying very hard. if there’s anything that you could call a theme for 90verse it’s the idea of effort, and how important trying is even when you’re not good at something or when life is hard. vanessa struggles with emotional expression but she’s also very determined and uses that to push through her discomfort when it really matters, and that’s something i fell so in love with so quickly when i started writing her. this mixture of cool and dorky and awkward and poised and prickly and good-hearted, she’s so complicated and wonderful. i have a line from usnavi in be right-right where you step, that people don’t always see past what’s on the surface with her when there’s so much there if you’re just willing to put in the effort, which i think is very true of their relationship (and also a reflection on similarities between ruben and vanessa, which i think came up a lot in earlier stories in particular) but was also totally a meta-comment on how vanessa did not come nearly so easily to me as usnavi or ruben did (and i know some other writers found her difficult to figure out, too) but she has always been so worth the effort of figuring her out.

there’s a postscript to the usnavi writing - i loved writing him in YBIAT because he’s kind of just silly and goofy and sweet, and i still love writing that side of him because it’s so much fun, but like i said, that was supposed to be a oneshot. so i think for usnavi the real moment was when i wrote that lil fic about him and all the ways that coffee has been important in his life, and that’s the first time i addressed the whole Dead Parents thing and it was that fic that made me really realise that just like vanessa, he’s got way more layers as a character than i’d originally thought about and that’s what made me want to explore him as more than just the funny, sunshiney one (and now i keep accidentally writing things where he’s sad and stressed and i don’t know how that keeps happening, but he is also still a smiley goofy sunbeam, so i haven’t broken him entirely)

#raeofstarshine #no idea if people actually read these long-ass rambles about my Process #but tbh even if you're just humouring me with asks like this i still appreciate it bc i really enjoy being able to talk about it #also god i extremely need to write some UVR very soon #i havent been super inspired not because i dont care about them but just bc i got into the habit of writing at coffee shops #and its hard to tap into the mindset at home now #but i MISS THEM deeply so i gotta think of something to write for them and soon else i shall wither away

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rowanfoster · 4 years

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{ odeya rush ♔ twenty-three ♔ she/her } well, well, well if it isn’t rowan foster running around peach hollow. legend has it, she comes from tangerine towers and has lived here her entire life. if you’re wondering what she’s been up to, i hear she’s a make up artist / freelance musician for a living. she has been known to be impulsive yet insightful. a word of advice to her, always look over your shoulder. you never know who is watching.

why yes, it is i, admin kim, with another character that should’ve been kept in the drafts of my mind. if you’ve not met daysia or serenity, here’s a lil low down on me. i’m 26, i use she/her pronouns, and live on the east coast. i thrive on writing angst and my animal crossing villagers being happy. also caffeine. i luv chris klemens. most likely to have a mental breakdown on twitter. meet rowan! trigger warnings for mental illness, bipolar disorder specifically, and inpatient treatment

have a playlist and a pinterest board dedicated to her

rowan celeste foster was born may 27th, 1996. she’s the oldest of two, a baby sister coming to the scene in 1999.

her family is extremely close. they’ve been in peach hollow their whole lives. she grew up in a crowded house on blueberry boulevard, crammed in with her mother, father, sister, maternal grandmother and maternal grandfather. rowan never knew peace or privacy growing up – it just wasn’t possible with that many people which has really contributed to her somewhat isolated adulthood

her mother is a charge nurse at peach hollow general, working on the emergency room floor. her father is a retired car salesman. her grandparents moved into the house when her sister was born in order to help take care of the girls while their parents worked full time. rowan is especially grateful for their care, because she feels like she’d be a little more sour had she been raised by absent parents.

growing up, she shared a room with her younger sister. they told each other everything because they had no choice not to. they both developed an interest in make up and music at very young ages, but rowan particularly took to those things while maci took more interest in sports. when rowan was gifted her first ukulele at age 6, maci got her first basketball. they are polar opposites, but maci was the only person rowan really confided in as a child and an adolescent.

she’d always been rather moody. tantrums and fits were nearly unavoidable. her self esteem lacked before she even had a chance to develop any confidence. she was always the try hard, the girl who stood out because she was just a little different, the emotional one, the one the other kids didn’t want to mess with, not because she’d fight back, but because she would absolutely lose it. there were countless times where rowan ended up in the guidance counselor’s office, waiting on her grandmother to show up and bring her home. that was the beginning of their problems.

her mental health really started to decline in her mid teenage years. she spent hours upon hours in her room, writing songs, playing guitar, practicing make up looks – she’d go days without sleeping and snap at anyone who crossed her path. she got into screaming matches with everyone in the house, only to find herself crying in her bed for the next few days. she started missing days at a time from school, while her artistry thrive, the rest of her crumbled. her grades, all of it.

eventually, this resulted in her parents yanking her out of peach hollow high and putting her in counseling, which lead her to a psychiatrist and a diagnosis of bipolar disorder at the age of 17. while it made sense, she dreaded taking the medications. they numbed everything. her writing suffered, and while her moods weren’t swinging from the trees anymore, she feared that this empty feeling was worse.

she finished her high school diploma in homeschooling with her grandmother while maci went on to thrive in school. the attention shifted to her, and rowan couldn’t really blame them. she turned 18 and started performing in clubs, bars, and anywhere she could get in. ps her voice is a mix of bishop briggs & mary lambert. the thrill of performing to small crowds sucked her in. she began to gain an even smaller following on social media, mainly the locals following her. every once in a while she’ll book a show in atlanta and she’ll make the long drive just to sing in front of a bit of a larger crowd. she’ll gain a few followers from those shows, but this still isn’t her main source of income.

most of her money comes from the make up artistry she does through pop of peach. she doesn’t go in every day, but when someone has an event scheduled or needs their make up done for a dance or something, she’s there. she tries to spread things out bc she’s always late lmao and finds it hard to stick to a schedule

she was doing so well for a few years, even moved out of her parents’ house and into an apartment at the towers. that’s where she really found herself, made some real friends and built relationships that were good for her. however, she missed a few doctor’s appointments and was discharged from her psychiatrist’s office. she went off meds, and for a few weeks it was fine. when she ran out of meds, the next few weeks were okay as well. it was when every single drop of medication had drained from her body that things got bad.

rowan was missing appointments she scheduled at pop of peach. she was spending far too much time out at nights, giving in to alcohol for the most part. she tried not to touch any drugs, but drinking became a nightly thing. she’d perform, then spend the rest of the night partying with whoever she could find at the venue.

one night in atlanta after a particularly shaky performance, rowan found herself in a dark place and simply went into the women’s bathroom to calm down, but police say they found her laying flat on the ground, refusing to respond to anyone. she vaguely remembers the end of the manic episode, but it did land her in the emergency room for a change in mental status.

much to her chagrin, they admitted her overnight before transporting her to skyland trail, a mental health facility in atlanta. she spend about two and a half months there getting medications regulated and learning new coping mechanisms. she was discharged about two weeks ago and finally made it back to peach hollow and her apartment.

she’d lead everyone other than her family and maybe one or two other people that she was away on a musician’s retreat, but really, was in inpatient treatment.

she’s currently working full time as a make up artist at pop of peach and performing when she can, but doesn’t really go outside of peach hollow

fun facts & personality

rowan despises small talk. conversations about the weather or political climate don’t stimulate her and she gets snarky pretty easily. it isn’t that she wants to come off rude or unapproachable, but nine times out of ten, small talk is fake and she feels as though she doesn’t have the time or energy to indulge in it. ask her about the sky or some shit. she won’t shut up

she has a tendency to overshare, aside from what’s been going on in the past few months. her lips are sealed tight about that. however, she’s open to talking about her mental health and is a big advocate for erasing the stigma. this makes rowan a very good listener and a huge supportive presence for anyone struggling. she’s the mom friend, and no matter what time of day or night, if someone says they need an ear, she’ll go to them. she knows what it’s like to be alone.

despite her past and her demons, rowan finds a way to put on a smile. it might often be snarky or sarcastic, but rarely is it insincere. she’s an empath and feels everything so very deeply, but can easily put it away when necessarily.

her apartment is her safe haven. she rarely has company. it isn’t really her thing. she prefers to go to other people’s places. she has her record collection proudly displayed on her living room wall, all the plants you can imagine, incense burning whenever she’s home, and a scottish fold munchkin cat named loonette after her favorite childhood tv show, the big comfy couch. she has hopes to get another cat named molly to match. you know, because we’re all clowns !

she takes great pride in her instagram. it sounds superficial, but often times, rowan will post a good picture and then link to her next show in hopes that somebody will come based on that. while she does have a passion for make up and a second instagram for it, ultimately, she’d like for there to come a time where she can live solely on the money she makes through music

catch her driving her old ass ford focus blaring 00s alternative, mainly fuckin paramore bc she’s heart eyes for hayley williams

wanted connections if ya made it this far!!!!

childhood friends – those who she’s known since elementary school. they’ve most likely watched her go through her many trials and tribulations in class. these could be acquaintances, close friends, or even a ride or die or two.

bullies – people who fucked with her through school. it’s essential that they’re on bad terms currently, but perhaps an enemy turned friend or romantic could be fun??

group therapy pal – this would be super fun and might entail the person finding out about her secret…. msg me for deets

exes – there will be a couple of these, gender does not matter. i’d like to find one that she was dating when she went into treatment and maybe hasn’t seen/spoken to them since they’ve been back, first love, high school sweetheart?? omg possibilities are endless

flirtationship – self explanatory, gender doesn’t matter she’s pan

any other ideas literally lmk!! thanks for reading ♥

#ok.... one more time kngrdjsnh

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abuttoncalledsmalls · 4 years

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50 Questions Tag

thanks for the tag @cryptkeepersoul! <3

1.) What color is your hairbrush?

Black.

2.) Name a food you never eat.

Tomatoes. They are evil, awful, and every other derogatory adjective you can think of.

3.) Are you usually too warm or too cold?

I’m usually a lil’ chilly, but my A/C is broken. So I am very warm at the moment.

4.) What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Watching YouTube videos with my boyfriend.

5.) What’s your favorite candy bar?

Any chocolate with almonds or hazelnuts.

6.) Have you ever been to a professional sports game?

When I was younger, but yes.

7.) What’s the last thing you said out loud?

"It’s fine. I’ll do it.”

8.) What’s your favorite ice cream?

Orange sherbet.

9.) What was the last thing you had to drink?

Water.

10.) Do you like your wallet?

It’s fine. It’s got flowers and it holds my stuff.

11.) What’s the last thing you ate?

A Welch’s grape ice pop.

12.) Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

No - but I did pick up an awesome Mandalorian hat yesterday.

13.) What’s the last sporting event you watched?

Do the races the kids on my street have count?

14.) What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

Butter.

15.) Who’s the last person you sent a text to?

My sister.

16.) Ever go camping?

Nope - but I think I would like to?

17.) Do you take vitamins?

Not as frequently as I should - but yes.

18.) Do you go to church every Sunday?

Nope. Proud atheist over here. :c)

19.) Do you have a tan?

Hahaha. No. I have two colors - white and red.

20.) Do you prefer Chinese or pizza?

Pizza.

21.) Do you drink soda through a straw?

Yeah.

22.) What color socks do you usually wear?

Star Wars. Why yes, I am a 30 year old woman who wears mostly SW socks.

23.) Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

Wouldn’t you like to know?

24.) What terrifies you?

On a grand scale, I’d say being forgotten after I die. That thought keeps me up at night. A less head-y fear would be needles. I can’t even watch them on TV without triggering into a panic attack.

25.) Look to your left, what to you see?

My washing machine.

26.) What chore do you hate the most?

Mopping.

27.) What do you think when you hear an Australian accent?

Rabbits. I saw this movie in middle school called RABBIT PROOF FENCE and it takes place in Australia.

28.) What’s your favorite soda?

Dr. Brown’s Root Beer.

29.) Do you go in fast food or in the drive through?

When I do indulge in fast food, it’s drive thru as I am usually on my way to rehearsal/performance.

30.) What’s your favorite number?

I usually go with my birthdate - 13.

31.) Who’s the last person you talked to?

My boyfriend.

32.) Favorite cut of beef?

I don’t do red meat.

33.) Last song you listened to?

The First Cut Is The Deepest by Cat Stevens.

34.) Last book you read?

Before We Were Yours by Lisa Wingate.

35.) Can you say the alphabet backwards?

One day.

36.) Favorite day of the week?

Thursday - specifically Thursday evenings.

37.) How do you like your coffee?

Iced with whole milk and hazelnut flavoring.

38.) Favorite pair of shoes?

My cheapy Target knock off Keds.

39.) Time you normally wake up?

6 AM on Mondays - Thursdays. 9:00 AM on Fridays - Sundays.

40.) Sunrise or sunsets?

Sunset.

41.) How many blankets on your bed?

5. You can never have too many blankets.

42.) Describe your kitchen plates?

A mishmash of designs. Mostly white and flowery though.

43.) Describe your kitchen at the moment?

A little chaotic but workable. I do have an awesome picture of Ron Swanson hanging up on the way.

44.) Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

A good pint of cider or a glass of bourbon. For holiday parties, I will indulge in ginger amarettos.

45.) Do you play cards?

Not anymore, but as a teenager I did.

46.) What color is your car?

Black.

47.) Can you change a tire?

Nope. I should learn though.

48.) Your favorite state, province, country, etc.?

France. I have never been there, but it is so breathtakingly beautiful. Sometimes I will just sit and dream about touring wine country, having dinner at a small village inn, visiting Shakespeare and Co, exploring the Louvre, walking along the Seine.

49.) Favorite job you’ve had?

My current one. I’m a stage manager and I love it. I get to combine my love of organization, the humanities, and helping people. Every show is a new challenge that exposes me to different perspectives. In short, I love SMing because I get to make cool stuff with cool people.

50.) How did you get your biggest scar?

My appendectomy scar! I was SMing a summer musical and we only had two weeks left. The night before that second weekend started, I had really bad pains in my stomach. Like period cramps. I went to Emergency Care were I was told that I needed to get to the ER and get my appendix out. I tried to explain to the doctor that I had a weekend of shows to call, so this would have to be taken care of later. He replied that if I didn’t go then, I would be dead and not working on anymore shows. Long story short - I had the offending organ removed, it left a scar, and I spent the following week watching Star Trek: The Next Generation while on pain meds.

No pressure tags: @wickedfrsgrl @yespolkadotkitty @chicken-nugget-puta @agirllovespasta @gamingaquarius+ anyone else!

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iscariotsdeputy · 5 years

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Analyzing Staci Pratt’s Character Arc

Julian Bailey once said, on February 13th, 2019: “Yeah, Staci has a real character “arc” and he’s way more complex than he lets on at the beginning…”. And I, Sam, your local Staci Pratt enthusiast, am here to explain why Staci is a deeper character than everyone’s favorite douchebag son. Now, you may look at me and say, “Sam, you dumbass, it simply ain’t that deep.”, to which I say you are completely valid, but you can and should bear with me here for a second. And yeah, you can reblog this if you wish.

Far Cry 5 opens in the small, backwoods locale of Hope County, a completely fictional place in Montana that’s actually inspired by southern Montana. Early on, it’s set up that there’s this heavily armed religious group that has taken roots in Hope County. And guess what? The cops are doing absolutely nothing about it. That is, until one fateful 2:37 AM. The Hope County Sheriff’s Department and one U.S. Marshal have decided to finally arrest Joseph Seed on the suspicion of kidnapping with the intent to harm.

Now, as you sit in the back of the chopper with Sheriff Earl Whitehorse and U.S. Marshal Cameron Burke, two Deputies sit up front, flying the ‘copter and pressing buttons like it’s nobody’s business. Their names are Joey Hudson and Staci Pratt, for the intents and purposes of this post, I will be focusing on Staci Pratt.

Not much is known about Staci Pratt pre-game, except for the fact that an NPC says “Deputy Pratt always came off as a bit of a douchebag, but that doesn’t mean he deserves what Jacob’s doin’ to him”. Throughout the first cutscene, you can occasionally hear some wise cracks from Staci, and although less noticeable, Staci does mess around with Joey up front, offering her his flask and whatnot. Now, Staci’s wise cracks come in the form of hazing the Rookie Deputy (“Maybe we shoulda brought Nancy along with us instead of the Probie. These Peggies wouldn’t fuck with her”) or disrespecting Joseph Seed (“Crazy motherfucker”).

If you think that Staci calling Joseph crazy is the only time Staci is disrespectful to his elders, you’d be incredibly wrong. Now, it’s not exactly “disrespectful”, but it shows a moment of doubt that Staci has towards the orders of Sheriff Whitehorse. When Whitehorse tells Staci to set down the helicopter, Staci does nothing at first. He just keeps the helicopter completely still and doesn’t move it. He’s completely silent too. Staci does nothing until Whitehorse says “Pratt” and Staci quickly says “Roger that”, like he was snapped out of a thought. So, this is where we set up Staci’s character arc:

Confusion. Staci’s character arc is moral confusion and also confusion of one’s identity. As of right now, let me quickly state who Staci is: A guy who’s a bit of a douchebag and he doesn’t believe in a word that Joseph says.

Let’s fast forward to when the Rook eventually goes to the Whitetail Mountains. When you reach these mountains, more often than not, you will hear THIS BROADCAST before you see Staci again. Now, you may say, “Sam, he could’ve just been reading this”. And yeah, definitely, he was reading. The way he stumbles through it and says it so blankly is a very obvious way to say “Yup, that’s false emotion”. So, if I were to put it on a timeline, this had to have been recorded when Staci was first taken in. Maybe within the first week or so of his capture. But, something I didn’t realize at first when I listened to it. Basically, the whole time, it sounds rehearsed. It sounds faked. It sounds like Staci had a gun to his head. But then get to the end. Around 1:10. Please listen close to when Staci says the phrase “Train, Kill, Sacrifice in the name of The Father and The Project at Eden’s Gate”. You hear him, right? Suddenly, he lights up. Suddenly his voice is more gruff, more emotional, more angry. Those cue words, that phrase, and Staci is there again. No stammer. No blank slate. Those are words that Staci believes in.

So, no matter if he doesn’t believe in Joseph normally, as soon as he hits those cue words, his heart is into whatever’s conditioned along with it.

While you’re running around the Whitetails, you’ll hear some NPCs talk about Staci.

My favorite thing is that a few people say “Friends might not be friends after Jacob’s done with ‘em.”, “He might never come out of it. The very least he’ll never be the same guy he was before. Not ever.”, “There’s not much of the old Deputy Pratt left. Jacob made sure of it.”

Alright folks, now we’re at the first time you see Staci in person again. Actually, it’s entirely possible from this clip that Staci is the one who carried your sorry butt to get conditioned. Now, it’s harder to notice because Jacob Seed may believe in culling the weak, but he doesn’t believe in proper lighting: Staci has scars. Staci is roughed up. He went from THIS to THIS. That is the reverse of a glow up. That’s a blow up. In this scene, Staci gets one line: “You shouldn’t’ve come for me. You should’ve run.” Also, the minute Jacob shows up, Staci literally runs to get in his spot. He runs to the back, gets out of Jacob’s way, and just stands there. So, in the time that Jacob has gotten his hands on Staci, our douchebag Deputy has suffered some major wounds to his pride. Believes both Rook and Him were both better off by leaving Staci in the mountains.

BUT HEY HE GETS MORE LINES IN THE CONDITIONING SEQUENCES HA HA GOD I’M IN PAIN.

Hey, hello there, welcome to the Time Break (Part I). What’s the Time Break, you ask? This is where I shamelessly yell about Staci’s voice lines because some of them don’t really fit into a specific point in time (You hear them after you free Stace, but these are just like “hey fun fact Jacob eats a kitkat bar the wrong way i wanna die” reminiscing things) , but they really just reveal facts about Staci’s mental state. Hint: It’s not good.

“Jacob took me on one of his hunts. Only we weren’t huntin’ any animals. A couple of prisoners had escaped. They didn’t get far.” FROM THIS AUDIO

Can I point out how at the end of this line, Staci laughs a lil bit? His voice lightens like he’s amused.

Also, Jacob took Staci on a hunt. It sounds like it was just the two of them hunting people down. I feel like it was a way to “”””reward”””” Staci and get him more chill with pulling the trigger on helpless prisoners.

“I had to help round up the wolves. Y’know, to be made into Judges. They were so scared. So scared.” SAME AUDIO AS ABOVE

This is fairly self explanatory, but yeah, this poor man had to round up scared, whining wolves and lead them to their deaths, essentially.

“I had a dream once that Jacob took me on a hunt. We shot some deer and he asked me to skin ‘em. As I was cuttin’ them open, they changed. It wasn’t deer. I...I don’t think it was a dream.” THIS AUDIO

STACI PRATT HAS SKINNED A HUMAN BEING A HUMAN PERSON A REAL ASS PERSON NOT A DREAM LITERALLY SKINNED A PERSON ALIVE Okay, in all seriousness, I believe Staci was going through his conditioning, which is why they changed. Or, worse, Staci hallucinated it in order to justify his behavior. Either way, Jacob Seed stood and watched as Staci skinned somebody alive under the pretense that he was just skinning a deer.

Finally, here’s Staci singing Only You

Hey there, buddy. Welcome back from The Time Break. Now, let’s keep moving right along through Staci Pratt’s suffering to the next cutscene, again, this is a one line scene. It’s when Joseph comes to speak with Rook about sacrifices and Rook wakes up to hear Staci “They want you to be strong. One of you will be strong.” And once again, Staci finds himself interrupted by Jacob and as soon as Jacob gets there, Staci moves to stand right in Jacob’s line of sight. First he stands on the right of Jacob, but when Jacob turns, Staci rushes to be on Jacob’s left so Jacob can still see him.

Now, let’s go to the next scene where Staci has no lines, but he’s there so let me analyze those body expressions and movements. Pardon my French, but Staci is doing his fucking best here. Like, poor dude has to rush to give Rook their mystery meat and then has to shave Jacob’s beard, then washes Jacob’s hands, and then hands the canteen over to Jacob. The most interesting thing here is the whole shaving nonsense because Staci has a literal knife to Jacob’s throat. Staci has a knife, right there, and he doesn’t slit Jacob’s throat open. He doesn’t kill Jacob, even though he has a very good opportunity. Why? The poor bastard was conditioned to believe that without Jacob, he had no purpose. Jacob is the leader. Jacob is strong. Staci can’t do it. Staci is subservient to Jacob in every way. So no, Staci isn’t going to kill Jacob. Staci is lost without Jacob.

Are you guys ready to commit treason? STACI SURE IS. BUT FUN FACT, I WHOLEHEARTEDLY DON’T THINK STACI THOUGHT OF IT HIMSELF. Let me run through the whole scenario real quick. Staci sneaks out, avoids the guards, goes to Rook, frees Rook, tries to warn Rook about their conditioning, and then shoves Rook onto the truck to free them. Staci thinks he’s being a hero. Staci thinks he’s doing something on his own, but he’s not. Now, why do I think Staci didn’t think of this himself? Because Staci said it himself.

He (Jacob) gets in your head.

Now, please tell me, how Staci would evade capture? He yelled at another prisoner that they weren’t strong. He alerted the Judges there because they started barking when Staci freed Rook. Also, it’s funny how there are no guards out there in the cage area. Nobody watching the prisoners. And how there were no guards that caught Staci and Rook on the way up to Jacob’s office. And that Jacob wasn’t in his office. And that there is a bag of weapons there that anyone would have noticed. Jacob sees everything, we learned this early on. He has security cameras everywhere, just like Eli. Anything Staci did, Jacob or a guard would have noticed. And yet, the alarm finally sounds off just as Rook is about freed. And when you wake up, the truck is all abandoned in the middle of nowhere. Staci was set up. Jacob orchestrated that and let Staci run through the motions.

It was a test. And Staci failed. Staci was weak and traitorous. And we all know what happens to our traitor…

He’s strapped to a chair. He’s publicly humiliated on TV. He’s strapped to a chair in a cold, wet, dark bunker. He is left to die. He will starve and dehydrate. He will rot. When he passes, his body will get thrown to the wolves. And the video ends with Staci crying to help. And guess what?

When you find Staci again. It turns out that he has been listening to that video for days, it has to be less than 7 because he would have dehydrated by then, most definitely. Imagine if you were in his spot. Imagine if you were left to die and all you got to listen to was a video of you being called weak and traitorous, and then you crying for help and crying for Jacob to not leave you there. It’s awful. It’s horrendous. And it leads to a major change in Staci Pratt.

When you meet again, Staci says the line, “Rook, are you real?”. This indicates that Staci had been sitting down there, having hallucinations about Rook and other people. When you free him, he falls to the ground. When he gets up, he says that he was weak. He says that maybe he deserved to die, to starve, to be stuck down there. Then, he takes a sledgehammer, and surprisingly after starvation and dehydration, through that sheer adrenaline and strength, he takes that hammer and smashes everything in sight. Then he takes a gun, says he’s strong and that the people who made him strong are now weak. And that they must be culled.

WOW THAT’S BAD, HUH?

YOU KNOW WHAT THIS CALLS FOR?

Welcome to Time Break (Part II). Now, we’re going to see some of Staci’s lines that happen after you free him and get him to the Wolf’s Den.

“We could’ve died. We could’ve died. And maybe..Maybe I deserved--NO, NO, STOP STOP! The weak! The weak must be culled!”

“Maybe we didn’t survive that crash. Maybe all this is purgatory. We have to atone for all the shit we’ve done before we can leave this place. We have to suffer before God will grant us salvation.”

“Train, hunt, kill, sacrifice.”

“I can’t take it anymore.”

“Jacob. His experiments. He takes us. Owns us. Speaks to us. He hears us.” THIS AND ALL ABOVE IT IS THIS AUDIO

“He was right! He was right! I knew it! I fucking knew it! Shit, Jesus, help us…”

“Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”

“Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen.” (This happens when the bombs go off)

“It’s just gonna get harder. They want an offering. A Sacrifice.”

“I’m trying. I’m trying my best, you have to know that.”

“The whole time I was locked in that room I just kept thinkin’ about how I got here. Y’know why I became a cop…To get laid! That was it! It was a whim! And then after a while I tried to convince myself that I did it for the “greater good”. To help people. But I can’t. I know that now. Jacob taught me that.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore. I don’t even know who I am.”

“I...I don’t know what we’re supposed to do now. Protect and serve? Out here? There’s no law anymore, Rook. Look around! Someone shoulda been here by now! Nobody gives a shit about what’s happenin’ here. We’re on our own. Survival of the fittest. The weak and the strong.” ALL OF THAT WAS THIS AUDIO

If you resuscitate Staci, he says “You’re like my Guardian Angel!”

Alternatively, if Staci’s in pain, he’ll beg The Father to stop his pain.

“This place...do you know what it is? A protector from what’s to come. But it isn’t inevitable. He said to me that you could stop it. But only you, Rook...Only you...But if you don’t...if you don’t listen...if you don’t...We’re all gonna die. Either down here or up there. It won’t matter. We can’t stop it...The Father...He sees what’s coming...He’s right…” FROM HERE

“Nobody’s gonna take anything from me again. Ever.”

“You see that, Jacob?! Who’s weak now?!”

“I’m alive, but I’m weak...weak. Need to be strong. We are meat. We are all meat.”

Also here are four fun videos of what happens when you initiate combat with Staci Pratt: ONE TWO THREE FOUR

Now that we’re free from the final Time Break, let’s talk about the end of the game. First things first, let's talk about the common factor between the two endings, the confrontation with Joseph. This is when Rook turns and sees Joey and Staci forced down on their knees with guns to their heads. Joseph says that you can go in peace and there’s this exchange between Joey and Staci Joey: Go in peace? You’re fucking insane. Staci: Is he? We never should’ve been here in the first place.

Then, in the Resist Ending, as he sits in the back of the car, Staci screams a Hail Mary and then he yells about how Jospeh was right. How Joseph was fucking right. Also, Staci is sitting right by Joseph as he screams that all, so you know Joseph hears him.

Now, to the Walk Away Ending, as soon as they’re let go, Staci is shaking as he gets up and has his hands up to show he isn’t a threat. His back is hunched and he makes himself look small and he’s literally shaking like a leaf. Joey and Earl fight and he rushes to get in the truck. Staci sits in the back with his hands in his lap and staring at the floor. He stays silent until Whitehorse brings up coming back and fighting again. And all he does is say “No. No way. I’m not gonna be a part of this. You heard what he said.”

I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent together, I really do, but I’ve realized that I seriously need to come to a conclusion here. So, let’s go back to where this all began. We started with Staci Pratt, the douchebag cop who had wiseass remarks to every situation. Though Far Cry 5 follows the arc of a young, Rookie cop who faces something they were never prepared for, there is an arc to Staci Pratt’s character and it’s a path of confusion and not knowing who he is or where he belongs anymore.

One of the first things Staci does is insult Joseph, and by the end of this story, Staci Pratt believes in Joseph Seed and the Project and culling the weak. Staci’s character arc is so much breaking and breaking and breaking and then being rebuilt in the visage of the Project. In an essence, Staci develops and destroys himself at the same time. Pardon me for a pun, but Staci Pratt is a far cry of the man he once was. As Whitehorse and Joey still fight for the Resistance and loathe Joseph, the same cannot be said with Staci.

He believes is Joseph, but all of his friends are in the Resistance. He is every single one of Jacob’s lessons, beliefs, manifestos, plans, all shoved into one person. He is a living legacy of the man who orchestrated Eli’s murder and yet he’s sitting there in the Wolf’s Den. And yet, he was treated like shit in the Mountains. He was treated as lesser. Even, throughout this all, Staci’s belonging is a topic that really has no proper place.

When Jacob Seed said that Staci would die in the bunker, he wasn’t wrong.

The old Staci Pratt died a long time ago, and now there’s a new man living in his place.

#IM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS IS #YOU BET YOUR ASS I'M GONNA TAG MY HARD ASS WORK #Staci Pratt #Deputy Pratt #Deputy Staci Pratt #Out of Crashes: OOC

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soaringlanddormitory · 5 years

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Considering that I'm about to attend an exam that's gonna take 5 hours (I'm dying ;w;), I kind off want something to look forward to and hngh, your writing makes my day. So if it's okay I'm going for another one: 👽 - Alien Invasion AU👮 - Cops/Robbers AU🔮 (Noboru and Takara), 🔫 (Moe and Kei, cuz you both write them amazing) ☀ (EtsuNe, I need a lil OTP in my life), 🔪 (ShigeChi, I need a continuation or I die)

Okie dokie!! thank you so much for this but also good luck on your exam!!

This got really long but I honestly enjoyed all of it

👽 - Alien Invasion AU

It wasn’t something that the two were expecting to come, but they still had to prepare for the worst. Suzume was one of the greatest shooters inside the current Army, and it was no surprise that she was part of the Elites. She carried the gun with her arms before looking at the rest of the members. “I hope you’re all ready.” It was no surprise that she was famous, she would help anyone if they asked for it… maybe except Shigeo- as if he’d ask anyway.

One of the Elites looked around and saw the crowd cheer, and when the door opened, it was time for war against the aliens. Before Suzume could join in, she spotted a lady who had an injury. Her eyes widened as she saw this, she instantly went to the girl to check on her arm. “Yuriko! Oh gosh, are you okay?!”

She was concerned over the other female who had a bleeding arm. She knew that the army could handle whatever was coming to them, but to see someone injured, she was unsure if she would be able to continue to be a part of the fight.

The pink haired girl blew her bangs away before showing a smirk. “I can handle this. this isn’t the worst thing that happened to me. And if the aliens think that a simple arm injury would make me scared- they’re wrong~!” She stopped holding her arm. Yes, it was injured but it wouldn’t stop her.

“You might be able to move around, but doing this is dangerous! I know what you’re capable of, and I definitely know you’re strong. Elite or not, you still have the power of one.” Suzume knew that she might be able to handle the circumstance, but she ws still worried about the girl.

“You trust me, don’t you?” Yuriko stared at Suzume, with a small smile on her lips and Suzume only nodded. “Then let me fight, I wouldn’t want to be a queen who doesn’t fight together with her army.”

Suzume began smiling back at her. She was right. She could see the similarities she had with Yuriko, and their passion for fighting and winning was one of them Especially if it were to save people younger than her. “If you say so.” Suzume prepares her gun again before looking out the door. “Let’s do this, Yuriko.”

👮 - Cops/Robbers AU

Yes, Noboru knew that he was one of the well known cops inside the whole police station of Tokyo, but he didn’t know about the other head police officers in the other places of Japan. He was about to meet one of them so that they could discuss the matters of capturing a well-known criminal who was going around Japan.

He waited inside his office and he stared at the door. He always wondered how the head of Kyoto was like. Was she someone who was mature? Someone who was responsible? He hoped she had at least one of those traits because he had enough of too much nonsense with the other supreme officers.

The door opened to reveal a girl with white hair and purplish eyes. A little fang could be seen on her face and she waved at the male. “Hello, Noboru!” Wait… First name already? she hopped to the male with the biggest grin on her face, and she sat down on the chair that was across him. “So what are we going to discuss, hm~?”

The girl wasn’t someone who he expected at all. She was the head of Kyoto?! She seemed playful and the kind of person who would love to annoy him to death. He tried not to judge quick and he only decided to hand her some papers. “This case. The unsolved one. It’s been three months and no one was able to solve the case yet.”

“Gah! Papers are boring, Noboru! If you want to show papers like this, just show it to Kazuo! He’s much, much, MUCH better than me in this! Just pitch me! Tell me all about the case in one minute!” She placed her arms on the desk before placing her head on it.

Noboru twitched slightly. Yes. She is probably someone like the officers in Tokyo, and he was very disappointed. “Should I really explain this all to you? Word by word? Because if you want every information, one minute will not be enough to solve it. You have to read the files.”

Takara sighed before grabbing the papers and she began to scan through it. “By the way! I’m Takara Tsukasa.” She randomly brings up her name and he only sighed. He wouldn’t be able to deal with this.

But who knew that with her help, they’d be able to solve the case in just a week?

🔮 - Fantasy AU

“Noboru! Noboru!!” A female followed the male around and he only made his horse fun faster. “Hey!” She called out to him and he went too far for her to call out to. She pouted a bit before giving the sack of coins to Ran and Kazuo. “You two, hold these. I’m running after him!” She placed bother of her sleeves up before she ran after the male. “How dare you ignore me!”

Now two of their party members were gone. Kazuo only stared at the empty path in front of them before facing Ran. “Do you think we should chase after them?” He wanted to ask for the opinion of what they should do before he did anything and Ran only had a smile on her lips.

“I think that we could leave them alone for a while.” She simply replies before she looks at the sack of money that the female tossed to them. “I’m surprised she had two of these. She was a thief, right? Did she steal this from Noboru?”

“She probably did. Probably wanted to tease him and that’s why she called out to him but he chose to ignore her.”

After a couple of minutes, Takara was suddenly with Noboru, with his horse resting and Takara squishing both of his cheeks with her hands. “How dare you run away from me using your horse! I only wanted to make a joke!” She puffed her cheeks.

“You’ve been making jokes through the whole trip. I don’t know what to tell you.” He then brings out some points. “First, you made a joke about me being a knight in shining armor because I have a white horse with me.” He gestured to his horse then at himself. “I don’t even wear armor and you annoyed me during the whole trip, calling me “Night Prince Charming on his Trusty Stead”.”

“It’s funny.”

“Yeah, maybe at first but you repeated it the whole trip… Plus, I’m not even a knight. I’m a fighter.”

“Fighter and Knight are the same thing to me.”

“They’re not the same thing!”

“I hope you lost your money while you were speeding with your horse!” Takara placed her hands on her hips and once Noboru checked his pockets, her “fake” pissed off expression changed to a happy one. “You didn’t notice~?”

“Where the hell did you place my reward?”

🔫 - Mafia AU

Today was one of the times where the famiglia had to talk things while sitting on the table. Kei only watched as Kiyoko and Masashi discussed about what they should be doing, but he was getting irritated by each moment Masashi talked. Why would he want everything to go his way? The world does not revolve around him, that was basic common sense!

Kei rolled his eyes before standing up and walking away from the group. He ignored the yells of his eldest brother and before he was grabbed by the shoulder, her closed the door behind him before running away. “Damn it. Why is he always like this?”

Yes, sure. People might find him rebellious, but it’s understandable. He missed the old atmosphere he had with his brothers, but after they were presented to the whole Yakuza thing… A lot of things changed.

He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he truly missed how he and his brothers used to be close. He missed those times where he actually enjoyed spending time with his brothers. But now? There was too much to take in, and he couldn’t really say he enjoys their presence.

He was able to reach the roof and he held a gun in his arms, he looked around and looked for a possible target he could shoot. He didn’t aim for a person, he wanted to aim for a material object. Maybe a tree or a rock. Before he could do his hot, he heard a familiar voice behind him. It was the Messenger of the famiglia.

“Kei.” She stated his name bluntly and he only placed his hand away from the trigger to face her. “You made Masashi angry.” She didn’t show any emotions on her face but he only sighed before focusing back on his gun. “You should at least listen to everything before you leave the room.”

Moe was older than him, and he should be respecting her… But he couldn’t really see her as someone older than her because of his appearance. He did respect her more than her brothers though. “I know, but I wanted to relax.”

Moe blinked once again before she poked his cheek and this caused him to jump backwards by her sudden reaction. “Be more reasonable next time.”

He didn’t really understand what she meant by that, but she walked away after those words. Kei only raised an eyebrow as the small girl vanished from his sight.

☀ - Mythology AU

It was a normal day inside the place where the gods and goddesses lived. There was a meeting where they had to talk about how their followers are and also the count of blessings they have received in that specific week. After the meeting, the gods and goddesses went back to their areas… Maybe except two of the divine beings who had some matters to discuss.

Nene glared at the male who she faced. “There was something I didn’t mention in the meeting.” She quickly says and Eizan only stared at her, not caring about what she was going to say. But he always found her pretty interesting, especially when he expression turned cold.

“And that is?” Eizan asked, a smirk building up on his face. He completely knew what she meant, but he’d love to hear it from her own mouth. Despite how he acted, he really did find the Goddees of Intelligence as a wonderful woman. I mean, who wouldn’t?

She had such wonderful eyes, it was so cold that she could make a mere human shiver. Her voice could literally sound pretty calm even if she threatened someone with death, she lead her followers to the correct path with simple ways. She was truly someone amazing, but he’d never tell her that.

“One of your followers decided to trick mine into their death.” Her voice got colder. “I want to ask if you had anything to do with it.” Her voice sounded a bit pissed, but she was keeping all her cool. Honestly, he had nothing to do with it. He never told his followers to do anything unless they asked him through prayers.

“Do you really see me as an evil man, Goddess of Intelligence?” He brings this question up and she only closed her eyes slowly. He was right, she was smart enough to know the truth, but sometimes the truth inside her head can be a lie so all she wanted to do was to confirm if his had anything to do with it. “I wouldn’t make my followers kill anyone unless they ask me who they must kill.”

“I don’t completely trust you with your words. You are the God of Trickery.” She turns around to walk away from the god, but for a short moment, she looked back to give him a deadly stare. “A fair warning. If you ever aim for my followers or me… You better watch your back.”

“I will, Kinokuni Nene.”

Eizan was quiet and he only stared at the goddess. A grin appeared on his face. Yes, his feelings for her was right. He admired her so much for her strength and talent, and there were times that he didn’t want the Goddess of Love to notice his feelings for the goddess.

🔪 - Yakuza AU

Chieko didn’t know what to do, but she did think that she should trust the man who was currently protecting her. I mean, did she have another choice? If she disobeyed him, she probably had a bigger chance to have some injures, or may even worse… She didn’t want her family members to worry about her. “Fine, I’ll follow what you say.”

“Excellent. For now, stay there.” Shigeo replies before aiming his gun at a couple of people, with one swift move, he was able to shoot them down. “Follow my pacing and my direction.” He hands her an extra gun that he had and he began walking away. “That’s for emergencies. I hope you know how to use it despite being protected all the time.”

She held the gun with her hands and she followed what he said. “Of course I know how to use this.” She starts talking to him again. “I might be protected my whole life, but it’s bold of you to assume that I’m unable to use this object. Something I’ve seen other yakuza members hold all the time.”

He didn’t bother looking at her for a long time, but he only took a glance before focusing on the people who were coming. “They were right, Chieko Marui. You really are a unique one.” There was amusement in his voice and she only flushed slightly.

There were no people who complimented her like this because they were too careful with their words since she had a rich family background and her family had some ties with them.

“You don’t need to tell me that…” She tried to snap out. She may be flattered at the words he said, but this wasn’t the time to be thinking of someone’s words.

After a few minutes of shooting and reloading, they finally reached the designated area.

Shigeo placed his gun in his holster before looking around. “It seems rather safe here, but we should be going back to your place. There will be another car coming here in some minutes.” He lifted up his sleeve to look at his watch. “10 minutes, to be exact.”

“So, what should we do while waiting?” She asked, a bit curious on what he’d suggest. “Maybe you could finally tell me your identity.” She was curious about the name of her “savior” since he did not look like someone from the Ibusaki family, nor was he a familiar face. Shigeo only grinned before lifting her chin.

“What? Interested in me already?”

Her eyes widened and she placed his hand away from her face, her face red from his gesture. “Of course not!” She denied any ideas that was coming in his mind. “I think asking for someone’s name is a completely normal thing to do! I’m no normal girl who’d fall for a man who saved her life.”

He will never take back his words. this girl was truly unique.

“I only wanted to test you.” He gave an excuse before he decided to think of something else he could tell her. “I’d tell my name when we arrive at your place. Or if you prove to me your worth before the car arrives.” He wanted to see if she would be able to do this task in a span of 5 minutes.

“You’re going to tell me anyway.” She shrugged. “So I don’t see a reason why I should prove anything to you.”

He chuckled and focused on her. “You’re smart and patient. I like that.”

A few minutes passed and Chieko felt something was wrong. She looked around at her environment and observed each area carefully. In a split second, she pushed the man she just met away and shot the gun he gave in case any “emergencies” happen.

Shigeo watched as he saw man fall. She aimed for his leg, making sure she wouldn’t kill him. Not even he got to notice that, and her aim was precise despite the man being far away. “Oh? You really do know how to use it. I didn’t even notice that.”

He was being completely honest, and his gut feeling was completely right. He confirmed it with the shots she took.

“Seems like I’ve proven my worth.” She handed him the gun he made her borrow. “Did I?”

God, he knew that despite being with her only for a week, he’d never get tired of her.

“Shigeo Eizan.”

#writing #au ideas: ships #au ideas: groups #yuriko #takara #other #suzume #noboru #moe #kei #shigeo #chieko #nene kinokuni #eizan etsuya

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rhi3915 · 6 years

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All Mine

Ok so you can thank the Litty Titty Committee™ for this blurb. This all spawned from us discussing this gif

and how it just screams “come sit on my lap.” You can also thank @buddyhollyscurls because without her, I probably wouldn’t have gotten anywhere on this fic and just given up, or waited a year to finally get the courage to post it. Alright without further ado, here ya go!

You needed a plus one for your best friend’s birthday. She was going all out this year. Normally you wouldn’t mind going stag, but your ex had unintentionally been invited. Due to these unfortunate events, you really needed to show him that you’ve moved on and that he was just a blip on your radar. Who better to invite than Harry? The two of you have been friends for years, and your ex was very aware of him. Unbeknownst to your ex, you and Harry had recently decided to become friends with benefits. It all started about a week after your ex left you. He gave you no explanation. Hell, he didn’t even have the balls to tell you. He just packed up his stuff and left. When you finally put the pieces together that he wasn’t coming back, you found yourself crying on Harry’s doorstep. He had no clue why you were upset, but he of course welcomed you with open arms willing to listen to why you were upset whenever you were ready to talk about it.

Harry had always been in love with you, but he never expressed his feelings because you never seemed interested. The boys you brought home were never anything like him. So once Harry found out what this prick did to you, the wheels slowly started turning in his head. He was ready to tell you how he felt, but could never find the right words. Finally a week after your break up, Harry found the courage to speak up.

“We need ta talk.” He blurted awkwardly.

“What’s up, H?” You asked quizzically.

As soon as he saw the look on your face, his brain shut down. He had no clue what to say any more. His rehearsed speech violently thrown out the window. The next thing he knew, his lips were on yours and it was like some other being had overtaken his body.

Although you moaned when he deepened the kiss, you hesitantly pulled away.

“Harry, I... I just got out of a relationship. I know I don’t love him anymore, especially after what he put me through, but I’m still trying to get over this heartbreak.” The slowly dissolving smile on his face made you continue, “it’s not that I don’t want you or want to be with you, I just feel like I couldn’t give you my all right now and you deserve so much more than just a fraction of my love and attention.”

This made him look up hopefully to you. Prompting him to finally speak, “So yeh do ‘ave feelings for me?”

“Always have, probably always will.” You spilled.

This caused the gears in Harry’s head to once again start turning. “Well how about this, love? Why don’t we try this whole friends with benefits thing people seem to be keen on? No emotions, no attachments, just being there for each other and making one another feel good,” he rambled on, “and then one day, when we both have everything sorted and if we both still feel the same way, we can take this to the next level. Whenever you’re ready. It’ll always be up to you.”

The offer on the table seemed pretty enticing. You really needed to get over the asshat who hurt you so deeply. And what better way to get over him by getting under someone else? You’ve always fancied Harry, but always thought you weren’t his type. Hearing him broadcast his feelings to you was the wake up call you needed. Here was the man of your dreams, willing to give you what you wanted with no strings attached until you were finally ready to make a commitment to him. It was ideal. How could you say no?

Three months later, and your friends with benefits arrangement was going better than ever. Harry could still see it in your eyes every now and again that your heart was still shattered. He knew you were slowly piecing it back together and he played a big role in that, but it seriously angered him that a man could ever hurt you so deeply that just little, obsolete things could trigger a memory and throw you six steps backward in your journey of moving on.

So when Harry realized that your ex was going to be at the party, he gladly accepted the plus one offer without hesitation. He wanted this man to suffer as much, if not more, than what you had. He wanted your ex to know that he no longer had any kind of hold over your heart, so Harry was more than willing to help twist the metaphorical knife in your ex’s heart (if he even had one).

It was about an hour and a half before the party. Harry had just finished getting ready, and walked into the bathroom to see you zipping up your dress.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered as he took in your figure.

You were wearing a tight, strapless, black lace dress. The hem stopping midway up your thigh, and just enough cleavage to tastefully show off your assets.

You turn to Harry with a smirk, “I take it you like what you see?”

Harry can only nod his head as he comes up to you, grabbing at your hips. He slides his hands to your backside and slowly starts to rake his hands up and down the swell of your ass.

“Yeh know, you an’ this dress are gonna be the death of me.” He growls, voice rough and full of want.

“Well as long as you don’t croak until after the party, it’s fine by me.” You bite back cheekily.

He takes that as his cue to start sucking the skin on your neck, right below your ear next to the beginning of your jawbone. As soon as you let out a moan Harry moves his hands back down to the underside of your thighs, lifting you onto the bathroom sink. Just as you wrap your legs around his waist, the alarm on your phone goes off. You let out a huff because you know it’s time to head to the party.

The pout on his face slightly amuses you. This man really has the most beautiful expressions on his face no matter the emotion it conveys.

“We gotta go, babe.” The two of you had just recently started using pet names. It was never discussed, but both of you really seem to like the special terms of endearment saved specifically for the two of you.

Harry’s pout from before slowly starts to dissolve as a thought comes to his mind. “Yeh not gettin’ off tha’ easy, pet. This party may be a lil’ bit of a stalling point but once it’s over and we come back home, I’m gonna ‘ave yeh screamin’ me name.”

That statement alone already had your panties soaked, and you thought that if he was gonna play dirty than so were you. So you give him the sweetest smile you can manage and slowly state, “We’ll see about that. Might just have you begging before the party’s even halfway over.”

To add to your threat, you seductively slink out of the bathroom giving him a show. The chuckle that rings out of his throat can be heard throughout your entire apartment. Harry shakes his head, spewing his thoughts out loud, “tha’ woman truly has no idea how much she does to me,” as he slowly follows you out of the apartment.

***

The party’s been in full force for a good hour now. You’d swear your best friend had watched one too many episodes of “My Super Sweet Sixteen” as a teenager, and it was slowly starting to deep out of her subconscious into her twenties. You giggle at how extravagant the party is, knowing your best friend is the most extra person you’ve ever met, but you wouldn’t change her for the world.

Harry finally comes back from getting you a drink. If the two of you bump into your ex tonight, neither one of you wants to be sober. As he hands you the apple martini you requested, you thank him and decide to commence your teasing operation. You slowly start to slide your hand up and down his chest. Thanks to the pink button down he’s wearing under his black suit and the top four buttons left undone, you have easy access. After a few moments, you’re able to realize that your teasing is doing the trick. You can slowly start to feel Harry grow hard as your thigh brushes across the crotch of his pants.

Smirking into your drink, you pull away heading to the dance floor. You hear him trailing behind you. When you reach the spot you were eyeing in the center of the floor, you abruptly come to a halt. Harry’s front colliding into your backside.

Due to the loud music, he yells into your ear just loud enough for you to hear, “Know what yeh tryin’ ta do, angel. S’not gonna work.”

Deciding to prove his statement wrong you start grinding your hips into him. Feeling his package getting thicker by the minute.

Slowly turning you around with his hands on your hips, he positions you to where one knee is between the both of your legs as he aids you in continuing the previous grinding. You’re starting to lose your will power, and decide to give in.

“Let’s go home. Now, H.” You whine into his ear.

“Guess yeh just couldn’t do without me.” He smirks, tugging on your hand leading you out of the party.

Just as the two of you reach the front doors to leave, your ex is arriving to the party walking straight up to you. Harry notices how your grip on his hand gets tighter. He instinctively lets go of your hand, protectively moving it around your waist to pull you in closer to him.

“Well, well, well, I should’ve known the two of you would be fucking around.” Your ex spits out, keeping his eyes on Harry’s.

Harry is just about to lash out at him, but stills once he hears you speak up. “Look asshole, what Harry and I do in bed and out of bed is no longer a concern of yours. You clearly had no feelings for me when you up and left me with no explanation, so you have absolutely no right to get jealous or make snide comments toward us.” You had no idea where this confidence came from, but you weren’t about to dim the fire in you now, “Oh, and since you’re so interested in our love life, I’ll let you in on a little secret. Unlike you, Harry actually knows how to please me in bed. Maybe one day you’ll learn how to make a woman scream your name out in pleasure, like he consistently causes me to do.”

And with that you grabbed Harry’s hand and stormed off to his car. You let out a huge sigh of relief, not realizing until now that telling your ex off was exactly what you needed to move on with Harry. You now knew for sure you wanted to take things to the next level.

Once Harry got in the car, he just sat there. It startled you, so you turned to figure out what was taking so long. The pressure between your thighs aching for relief that only he could provide.

As soon as you were about to ask him what the hold up was he started speaking, “Not tha’ I wasn’t completely turned on by what yeh said back there, but um what the hell was tha’?” He asked quizzically, no judgement in his eyes. He just wanted answers.

“H, I didn’t realize it until just a few moments ago, but that’s exactly what I needed to get over him. I just had to tell him to fuck off, and destroy any ounce of hope he had that I was miserable. I realized as soon as I saw him that I was over the bullshit he put me through. I have no feelings for him anymore. Not even hatred because if I hated him, that’d mean I still cared. I literally feel indifferent towards him.” You went to cup your hands over Harry’s cheeks as you continued, “The only man I have any kind of feelings for is sitting right in front of me. You remember when you said that when I was ready for more that you’d be ready for more?” You asked and he lightly shook his head, “Well I’m ready for all of it, H. All of you.”

His eyes bolted up to yours, asking for verification. As soon as you shook your head yes, his lips were on yours. “You’re gonna be screaming me name so much and quite loudly tonight that the entire neighborhood is gonna know tha’ yeh belong ta me.” He stated once he broke from the kiss.

Your thighs tightened to relieve the pressure building up inside of you as he started the car and sped back to your apartment.

***

Harry let you know that he’d be waiting in the bedroom for you as you stated that you needed to freshen up before the two of you enjoyed your first night as an official couple together. You had recently bought some lingerie in hopes of picking your spirits up, and now seemed like the perfect time to put it to good use. You pulled on your mint green lace, crotchless teddy. Your teddy took the shape of a monokini, but was mostly see through with no barrier to hide the heat and wetness radiating from your soaking cunt. You touched up your hair and wiped a bit of your eyeliner off that had smudged. Once you were content with your appearance you stepped out of the bathroom.

Harry was scrolling through his phone as he patiently waited for you. When he didn’t notice you walk into the room, you cleared your throat to command his attention. His jaw dropped as soon as you came into his field of vision.

“Damn baby. I have no idea what I did to deserve yeh, but fuck am I glad yeh mine.” His voice gravelly as he made his confession.

You had tilted your head down to hide the rosiness creeping up your cheeks. Once you finally looked back up, Harry spoke. “C’mere, love” as he gently patted his thigh.

You were starting to get a little nervous realizing the full weight of the situation. You and Harry were finally going to be completely intimate. All feelings in tact. He noticed your hesitation so he pleaded a bit more. “Don’t be shy, petal. Daddy’s not gonna bite...”

Your eyes darted quickly to his, his words sending electrical currents throughout your entire body. He gave you a slight smirk, and finished off his thought, “...unless yeh want me to.”

That was it. You were done for. Your eyes were raging with lust, and you needed him more than you needed air. You crossed the room approaching him as quickly as possible. As soon as you reached him you were straddling his thigh, sitting comfortably on top of the tiger tattoo. Being that the teddy you were wearing was crotchless, you and Harry both could feel the heat radiating off of your cunt. It all became too much for you to just sit still, and you slowly found yourself grinding against his thigh.

“Yeh so fuckin’ wet fo’ me, pet,” he groaned out his pleasure. “Don’t stop. Wanna feel yeh cum all over me leg.”

His words sent you over the edge. You picked up speed, quickly grinding harder onto his meaty thigh. Your breathing started to pick up, as his began to hitch. Finally, you screamed out in pleasure reaching your high. You lightly dropped your head onto Harry’s chest as you tried to come down from your high.

As soon as he could tell your breathing pattern was back to normal he grunted in your ear, “Bed. Now.” You shook your head as an answer, too blissed out to respond or move in that moment. So Harry stood up with your legs wrapped around his torso, and walked you to the bed. He positioned you back against the bed, spreading your legs out to make room to insert himself between your thighs.

“Told yeh you’d be screamin’ me name tonight, and this is only the beginning. Hope yeh ready to wake the neighbors, angel.” He smirked as he positioned his cock at your entrance.

He slowly inserted himself into you. Occasionally he’d slow, waiting for you to adjust to the pressure and give consent when you were ready for more. After a few gentle thrusts and confirmation that you were ready for more Harry pulled out and rammed back into you, earning him some of the dirtiest moans to ever leave your mouth. He mercilessly kept this pace up as you screamed out in pleasure. You tried to wrap your legs around his body, so he could get deeper into you but it just wasn’t enough. Harry knew that, and without a word he moved your ankles up over his shoulders continuing with the agonizingly wonderful thrusts, finally reaching that spongy, celestial area.

“Yeh so tight, love. Don’t know how much longer I can last.” He warned. You were close, but not close enough when he was due to explode his load inside of you at any moment.

You nodded to him that you understood, and you quickly moved your hand down to your clit. You rubbed harsh, quick circles over the area as Harry continued ramming into your core.

“Fuck, babe. I need yeh to come now.” He said as he licked his lips watching you touch yourself as he fucked relentlessly into you. Those words alone had your walls spasming around his cock. As soon as he heard your screams, he started unraveling as well shooting ropes of cum into your pussy. Harry came so much that the sticky white substance started spilling down your legs as he slowed his movements and gently rocked back and forth into you as you were both coming down from your highs.

He eventually pulled out of you and got up, running into the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean you up. As he ran the washcloth gently over your sensitive area he spoke. “Hope yeh enjoyed Round One, pet.”

“Most definitely.” You replied, breathless. Your curiosity slowly started to get the best of you as you asked, “What do I have to look forward to for Round Two?”

Harry’s eyes grew dark and the ever growing smirk was plastered on his face as he answered, “Well for Round Two, I’m gonna bend yeh over the kitchen counter and fuck yeh into oblivion. Then fo’ Round Three, I’m gonna eat yeh out in the shower. And fo’ Rounds Four through Six, well I’m just gonna leave those as a surprise.”

“Fuuuuuck me.” You said exasperatedly as your thighs quivered. You knew this was gonna be a long, but most pleasurable night.

“Oh I intend to.” He states with a devilish grin, as he lifts you over his shoulder, carrying you to the kitchen. He gives your ass a nice slap on the way there, while you reward him with the most boner inducing yelp you could unintentionally manage. “All mine.” He states as he grabs your ass again for good measure. All you can do is blissfully smile because you’ve been craving to hear those words from him for longer than you can remember. This was turning out to be one of the best nights of your life, and you most certainly couldn’t wait to top this night over and over again.

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bioticgoddess · 7 years

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The Mountain

Notes: this is a drabble/short series, started working on it when I was (coincidentally) in the mountains...just not the mountains in question.

Pairings: Bucky x OC (Taryn Lantz),

Series Summary: The Avengers (Tony really) finds the HYDRA base where Bucky underwent surgery to replace his arm and initial/secondary conditioning after his fall from the freight train.

The Mountain: Five Days

Chapter Summary: When they go to investigate the Alpine Base everything goes to shit.

Chapter Warnings: Implied death; Grief/Mourning; A lil Fluff; A lil Angst.

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They had found it. Well, Tony had found it. The HYDRA base where Bucky had been taken and worked on immediately following the fall from the freight train. It was deep in the Alps and, much like Siberia, any paved roadway to it was blocked in by snow. The base’s main entry was carved into the foot of the mountain, meant to be hidden and difficult to access for any who didn't know about it. Inside, the team had paired off in order to recon the abandoned facility - Steve and Bucky, Nat and Clint, Sam and Taryn.

That had been where everything went FUBAR. They had relied on their Intel; it had been very wrong. The base was not only active but staffed, albeit a skeleton crew compared to most of the HYDRA facilities the group, even Bucky and Taryn, had run into since the fall of HYDRA. They’d gotten into fights with the agents and, surprisingly well armed/trained, technical staff. Right until one of them slipped past Steve and managed to trigger the base’s fail safe.

After that, and for the first time in years, Bucky woke from a nightmare and Taryn wasn’t there to help him out of the fog and back to center.

He cried.

After the HYDRA agent had triggered the self destruct, the team had scrambled to evacuate the facility. Even sweeping up as many unconscious HYDRA staff as they could. As charges went off around them, knocking out supports and walls, it brought a part of the mountain down in multi-ton chunks. Everyone managed to get out at higher levels within the base except Taryn. The Inhuman had been in the vehicle bay, heading for the main garage access door when she’d been trapped inside. Some of the rock ceiling and fallen at the end of the tarmac and blocked the outer door.

Pushing out of his bed, Bucky walked heavily to his desk. Lump in his throat, mouth dry and cottony, his mind played everything over from that mission. It was like a rerun of a bad horror movie. A photo of he and Taryn from their first few weeks back in the states greeted him. One from before he had mustered up the courage and kissed her. She smiled out of the frame at him.

“I’m so sorry doll,” he whispered, reaching out to run his fingers along the image of her cheek.

Closing his eyes, their last conversation replayed in his mind. “Guys, I...I don't think I’m getting out,” she whispered into the comm. They could hear the rock coming down around her.

Desperation colored Bucky’s voice as he started to answer her. To try and keep her focused on getting out, “We’ll come get you, where in th-”

“Bucky there’s no way to get here! I'm stuck behind a wall of rock.” She cut him off, crying, he could hear the her voice break, “Bucky I -,” then her com had cut out. That had been five days ago. Five days. And he felt like he’d lost a limb all over again.

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Day 1:

She'd found an alcove, a drainage access cut in the wall of the mountain where HYDRA must have once pumped out water and G0d knows what else. It had been a split second decision and has lost her both her com and her cell phone in the process. The way she landed cut a couple nasty lines down her right thigh and calf, but she was able to get a barrier up around the outside of the corrugated metal tube. Inevitably the rocks stopped falling, the world stopped shaking, and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Well this is a fine kettle of fish you've landed yourself in Lantz. Brilliant,” she chastised herself softly, trying to staunch the bleeding on her right leg.

“Okay,” she took a deep breath, stripping off the first of the two tank tops under her jacket. With some help from her pocket knife, the Inhuman split the garment into strips and wrapped them around the worst of the gashes. “No use bleeding out,” she muttered, taking in her surroundings. The whole tunnel was reinforced and led farther out of (or into) the mountain, she wasn't sure which.

“And no use dying here,” she added, pushing herself to stand faster than her bloody leg appreciated. Clenching her jaw against the bolt of pain she steadied herself.

Limping along, she made up her mind and headed further down the tunnel.

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Day 5: 1255 Hours

On the flight home, Bucky required sedation. A lot of it. It was that or he was going to jump out of the Quinjet - even if he’d had to fight the others to do it.

Thankfully, Clint’s perfect aim wasn't limited to his weapons, or golf. He’d hit the other Avenger from the pilot’s seat with a syringe full of enough sedative to knock out the Hulk. All things considered, it seemed like the best course of action at the time. Even now, five days later, he was under constant watch. Steve and Natasha, with the help of FRIDAY, kept him from drowning in the wake of Taryn’s death. Their goal: keep him on some sort of routine so he didn’t have time to let the next hit be his last.

“Sergeant Barnes,” FRIDAY said, the AI’s lilt jarred him from his work out enjoy that the punching back swung back and hit him.

“Oof. Yea FRIDAY,” he responded slowly. He’d barely broken a sweat. For the first time in years felt like an utter failure in ways he couldn’t yet articulate. That said, it made his lackluster attempt at boxing less than surprising. There was a long pause that made him physically uncomfortable; he called out “FRIDAY?”

The AI’s voice rang out in response, “Apologies Sergeant. Mr. Stark was correcting the time but there’s a meeting at 1700 this afternoon in the media room. I haven't been given any specifics beyond that” She apologized again to Bucky before signing off.

Looking at the clock he sighed heavily. It was 1300, he had time to prepare for the meeting. To steel himself against more bad news. The last one, three days earlier, had confirmed what they all knew: HYDRA had brought down the base with a number of precision demolition charges. While unlikely, SHIELD was going to search for survivors and bodies alike.

He swallowed, he needed time to try and get his head on straight for the meeting and whatever it was about.

Since returning to the Compound, he had even less love for group activities right now. In a lot of ways he wasn't sure he would ever be okay being social again. Even with Steve. At least not like he had been before this last mission. He swallowed, dragging himself to the men’s showers. “C’mon Sarge! You can do better than that,” he could hear Taryn tease him about the work out. Something she did even when he was in fine form.

“Yea, well, you aren't here to make me now are you,” he grumbled, the double doors swinging behind him.

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DAY 2:

Between her biotics and what brute force she could muster, Taryn had found her way out of the drainage pipe. It had, thankfully, found the outside of the mountain. She’d slid down the steel and bruised her tailbone before the thing leveled out. As she ambled down the mountain, dragging herself through the the woods towards what looked like a village, she breathed heavily. “Alright Sarge, got any words of wisdom for me?” If only he were there.

Everything hurt.

She tumbled back down the last few feet of the incline, landing face first in the dirt and laughed at herself. “Keep your feet under you doll,” she muttered, half mimicking Bucky’s intonation and tone. It also added a number of additional bruises and minor scrapes to her hands, arms and a nice one along her left cheek bone.

There was an old gas station near the edge of the town in the valley before her, closer to her than any of the other buildings. If she was lucky there would be an first aid kit and a functional phone. And people would be easy to avoid.

Like a depressing majority of her generation, Taryn didn't know most of the phone numbers she’d received in recent years. Those she did recall were old and probably disconnected. Nor was it like she could call an operator and ask to be connected to the Avengers Compound or the mobile phones for Captain America or any other Avenger. No, all their phone numbers were unlisted and the devices heavily encrypted. Even the one she lost in that mountain.

Then she it on it, a Eureka moment and one number for a friend from college came to her. And one who owed her a favor.

Several favors.

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Day 5: 1400 Hours

He’d been hit with a wave of emptiness almost immediately after he’d gotten back to his room from the gym. The bed looked empty, the kind of empty that made him so acutely upset he’d actually thrown up. It came from knowing that she wouldn’t be curled up next to him again. The second he’d been balanced enough to do so, he practically ran from the room.

Ultimately, Bucky found Wanda in her room.

Wanda, he knew, felt Taryn’s loss as acutely as he did. The girls had become thick as thieves during their time in Wakanda. From what he understood, she was the closest thing to best friend (besides himself) the Inhuman had.

“How are you holding up,” he asked, half startling the brunette from her thoughts.

She smiled half heartedly, “It's not as bad as Pietro, but…” She trailed off, hand skimming a long some photos of the two women from earlier in the year. From some party Stark had thrown in the compound - one of the two or three done shortly after the others returned to the states. “How about you,�� she asked after a moment, closing the album.

He shrugged. Bucky hadn't really come to talk about how he felt. He'd come to be around someone else who was to Taryn. His hesitation was almost palpable. Swallowing he managed, “Like my whole world’s gone...again.”

“They don’t want to declare her dead, not til there’s a body to bury,” Wanda said, palming the pendant sized urn around her neck. It was all she had left of Pietro, physically at least. Of his person. The way he’d influenced her life, however, was there to stay. Running her thumb over it, she whispered, “My brother, it was...easy, well easier, to give him a proper send off. His body came back with us. Her...I just hope they find her soon. She deserves better than this.”

Bucky nodded. He couldn't argue there.

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DAY 3:

There had been a phone. Praise Jesus there had been a phone! Even better, a set of keys for one of the cars in the gas station’s lot - practically begging her to take them. She’d dialed the phone number she remembered and prayed - to whoever was listening - that her college buddy still had the same number. It had been a miracle when the Frenchman - Luca - had answered. It got even better when he confirmed his sister - Juliana - was refueling the family jet for a trip.

After some cajoling...and agreeing this would set the pair even, they’d set up a rendez-vous point just outside the mountain range near Zermatt. Which, based now what Taryn told them about her location, was the closest town to where she’d fallen out of the mountain. Juliana could land just about anywhere. Including water if she had the right plane.

It had taken several hours of careful driving, and a few panic attacks about driving along mountain roads, but the Inhuman made it. Idling by the side of the roadway that Juliana and Luca had picked out, Taryn checked her bandage. “Well this’ll be a nice scar,” she muttered. The first aide kit she’d picked up from the gas station left much to be desired but with it she’d managed to do the job.

Settling in the back seat of the car, injured leg propped up, Taryn drifted off to an uncomfortably restless sleep.

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Day 5: 1545 Hours

Steve had found him, isolated in his room, and brought food he hoped the other centenarian would eat.

Bucky merely picked at his food. He maybe ate half the sandwich and didn't touch anything else on the plate at first. There were some chips, a couple pickle slices, and a cookie. Things he’d have practically swallowed whole in any other situation. He’d always had the bigger appetite out of the two, even now. Well, until the second trip to the Mountain. That was two things the Alps had stolen from Bucky.

“I can't tell you it gets better. But you're not alone,” Steve said, squeezing his best friend's shoulder. He had, as they all knew, lost Peggy for the final time just before finding Bucky in Romania. Despite his relationship with Sharon, the void left by her aunt was always there. Changing his tone some, he added, “But, you also know how much crap she'd give you for not eating.”

That made Bucky chuckle and he finally pulled a chip off his plate, crunching it slowly.

Bucky ate his way through half the chips before the nausea hit. And it hit every time he even thought about eating, and that assumed even had any appetite at all. Clint had noticed it before Steve, that he had had next to zero appetite. He had pointed it out to him on their second day back that Bucky hadn’t eaten, or even drank, anything since getting back to New York.

Between that and the nightmares this was most time they had spent together in one room since the mission.

He wouldn't even speak to Sam, who'd been paired off with Taryn in the base. Despite protocol, the two had split up to investigate opposite floors. They hadn’t even been in line of sight to one another by the time HYDRA started bringing down the mountain. If they had, both men surmised, then she would be in the infirmary not buried under G0d knew how many tons of stone.

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Day 4:

The sound of the airplane descending woke her from her fitful sleep. She looked up, rubbing her eyes, as the sleek hunk of metal practically danced its way to the ground. If she hadn’t known better, Taryn would have sworn it was a QuinJet the way Juliana piloted that thing.

“Where to cheri,” called Luca from the main door as his friend extricated herself from the old SUV.

She chuckled, limping up the passenger on-ramp, “The Avengers Compound, upstate New York. Google it.”

“Oh! I know where it is,” Juliana said as her brother and his friend settle in for the flight. She updated the computer with the new nav data and took off. Everything she did in the cockpit was fast and precise, almost like watching Clint or Nat pilot the Quinjet.

The g-force rattled Taryn, pinning her to the seat temporarily as they took off unceremoniously. “Why does it not surprise me that she knows where the Compound is,” she muttered, wincing as the pressure released.

“Terregensis made my sister, and her eidetic memory that much more annoying” Luca laughed. She had been one of the few dozen Inhumans teens Taryn ferried through New York to pick up points for a couple of the Inhuman enclaves around the world. Places they would, if everything worked, be afforded the opportunity to go through Teregenesis.

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Day 5: 1540 Hours

“Hey Taryn! This thing wants some authorization codes or something,” Juliana was frantic, waking the other woman from the first real sleep she’d had in several days. It sounded, however, like FRIDAY was ready to send out the Air Force - or more accurately Tony - to handle the plane.

Clearing her throat, the Inhuman clicked a button on the comms layout, “Relax FRIDAY it’s me. Got some friends to fly me home.”

The AI practically stammered a response, if that was possible, “Voice print confirmed. Now where the hell were you!?”

“Ha. Ha,” she groaned, “Hi mom. So can we land? Because I need one of Bucky’s hugs and a massive cup of coffee.” Caffeine pills had been no substitute for the glorious taste of one of Nat’s or Wanda’s concoctions. “And do me a favor,” she added quickly, “Don’t tell Tony. He’ll want to tell everyone.”

There was a pause before FRIDAY continued, “Go ahead. The team is having a debrief in the media room regarding the Alps Incident shortly, 1700.”

Juliana began landing procedures.

Shaking her head, Taryn asked, “FRIDAY...where’s Bucky?”

“In his quarters,” the AI replied. “Shall I let him know you’re en route?”

Taryn carefully pushed herself up from her seat as the plane landed, “No. I’ll go there first. Thank you FRIDAY,” she said, heading from the plane to the main compound. Only after she made sure he was alright could she let herself do anything else. It had finally, as they landed, dawned on her just how long she'd been gone. The way her comms were cut off, what the team must have thought. What Bucky had to be feeling weighed heavily on her most of all.

She'd been so preoccupied in getting home that she had had time to contemplate anything else.

1642 Hours

He had thanked Steve for the food and, unceremoniously kicked his friend out of the room. Stating that he needed some time to himself before the briefing.

He laid back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. His eyes burned from the tears he'd tried to hold back today. He didn't want to go to this meeting. He wanted to stay here, in his room with those things of hers that had migrated down from her room to his in the last few months. Today had been the first day he hadn’t cried for hours already.

Rolling over on his side, Bucky could see out over the lawn of the compound. That had been one saving grace in the room placement. That being able to see the open space and freedom meant Bucky never felt confined even when he wasn't allowed to leave the compound. It had always helped that his Inhuman companion could coerce him into doing something other than stare out the windows or train.

He wrapped his arms around her pillow, burying his face in it - the smell of her was still there. “You’d have something to say about all this wouldn't you,” he whispered, no energy left in him to cry.

Almost unbidden he could hear her tease him “Like how you shouldn't have your shoes on the bed.” Her voice was soft. No...it was too loud to have been his imagination. It was almost like she was...

Bucky sat up and spun around with one kick of his legs. His breathing quickened and he felt the dump of endorphins and adrenaline in his system at the sight before him.

Leaning heavily against the door jam in her torn and soiled combat suit, Taryn gave him a soft smile. Her hair was sweaty and matted in those places it had fallen out of the braid over the last five days. She was covered in dirt and dust and looked like she needed a bath more than anything else. “Taryn,” he whispered, pushing himself up to stand, half afraid she'd disappear. Like this was a cruel hallucination, right until she limped over and wrapped her hands around his waist.

“You’re alive,” he said, bowing his head and pressing his face to the crown of her head. The brunette was still standing, in truth she wasn't sure she'd be able to get back up if she sat down right now.

She whispered into his shoulder, “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Bucky.”

“You're alive,” he repeated, “That's all that matters.” He was rubbing circles between her shoulder blades.

Smiling she laughed and he kissed the top of her head, “I missed you too Sarge.”

“Hey Buck we -,” Steve called from the hallway going slack-jawed when he saw them. “Taryn! When did…y’know what, never mind. ” Bucky glared at his best friend, he didn’t like the interruption - not at all. And to hell with Tony’s meeting. After a moment, Steve regained his senses, and pulled the door closed. He clicked the lock on the door before it closed - leaving the pair to their reunion.

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