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Multiverse Madness
CHAPTER TWENTY.
Summary: It’s Christmas and maybe it’s time for Steve and Arlo to relax for a bit.
Warnings: Bad words, anger, blood, injuries.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Arlo Stark.
Notes: I do not own any of the characters present in this story, except for Arlo Stark, an original character. This is pure fiction.
Thank you so much to my beta @iluvsumbucky for the suggestion and the readproofing
Please give me some feedback, even just a small comment is really appreciated!
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Chapter Nineteen
Steve was pacing back and forth. He couldn’t stand still and had headed off quickly to the med bay as soon as Dylan and Arlo had been set in it. He had tried to argue with Bruce, but the doctor didn’t want to hear anything. Steve hated knowing Arlo was hurt, he hated imagining what those men had done to her but what he hated the most was that he hadn’t been able to protect her from all that.
“Would you stop pacing and just seat down?!” Clint’s voice suddenly raised from the chair he was sitting in a few meters away from the Captain.
Steve looked up at him, shoulders tensed. “How can you be so calm?”
“Because she’s gonna be okay. She’s tough.” Clint simply shrugged.
Steve was about to answer, slowly losing his patience, when Bruce walked out of the room, tablet in his hand. The doctor didn’t have the time to raise his head to look at the Avengers when Steve walked up to him.
“How is she?” Steve asked, his voice filled with worries.
“She’ll be fine. Arlo has a few broken ribs, as well as her left wrist and many bruises and cuts, but she’ll make it through. The fact that she has serum running through her veins should help her to heal faster. She’s a little weak but I put her under IV.” Smart Hulk explained and Steve let out a sigh of relief. “I’m a little more concerned about Dylan though. He’s weak, very weak and I’m even wondering how he managed to survive that long. He’s severely underweight and has a lot of broken bones. He’ll need time to recover, probably lots of time.” He continued to explain as Clint and Steve nodded. “They’re both sedated right now, and they need to rest.”
“I need to see her,” Steve replied and Bruce hesitated a few seconds before nodding.
The soldier made his way into the room and looked at his girl, laying in a bed, her face covered with bruises and suddenly he felt like he was going to be sick. Maybe he should have killed the bastards who did that to her. Steve knew the risk with their jobs; he knew what being an Avengers meant but never in a million years did he want his girl to end up like this. He sighed, rubbing his hand on his face. He was tired, exhausted even but there was no way he would leave her side.
Steve dropped into the chair next to her bed, after quickly glancing at Dylan who was laying in the bed next to Arlo’s. He really didn’t look good, but Steve was glad he was alive. The soldier reached out to take Arlo’s hand in his and gently pressed a kiss on it before dropping his forehead against the back of it. She’s going to be okay, Steve’s mind kept on repeating and once she will recover, they would finally get to start their life together.
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There was something heavy resting on her hand, but this was nothing compared to how she felt. Arlo’s body was aching and every ounce of it felt like it had been punctured by thousands of needles. Everything was hurting. Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the light in the room before they stopped on what was weighing on her hand. Steve. He was there, sitting in a chair by her bed, his head pressed to her hand, asleep. She smiled gently, and turned slightly, letting out a low painful groan before reaching for his cheek with her other hand. He had found her, they had found them.
While the memories of the past few hours flowed through her brain, she quickly glanced at the bed next to hers. Dylan. He was alive. He was here and before she could stop it, tears started to run down her face in relief. After so many months of looking for him, he was finally back by her side and at that moment all Arlo wanted to do was to hug him but her body was too painful to move. She let out a sob that slowly woke up Steve who raised his head to look at her, frowning.
“Baby… Hey, hey, you’re safe…” Steve whispered, standing up and sitting by the side of her bed to come and stroke her cheek.
“How… How is he?” Arlo asked, her eyes falling into Steve’s.
“He’s…” The soldier bit his lips, looking for the right words. “He’s lucky to be alive according to Bruce. He has been through a lot, and he doesn’t have the super serum to help him heal like you do.”
Arlo nodded, her eyes switching back to her best friend a few seconds before turning back to her soldier. She couldn’t even express how glad she was that he was here, next to her.
“How did you find us?” Stark wondered, her hand grabbing Steve’s.
“Friday,” Steve simply answered.
“How long?”
“Three weeks…” Steve looked down. “I’m so sorry we didn’t find you sooner. I never should have let you go alone in that warehouse, we should ha…”
“Hey, hey stop that.” Arlo cut him off, sitting up with a wince of pain. “Look at me.” Steve looked up at her, his eyes landing on her beautiful eyes. “This isn’t your fault. None of it is. I insisted on doing it my way. And I’m okay. You found me, that’s all that matters, okay?”
Steve sighed, nodding while his eyes filled with tears. Arlo gently smiled and got closer to him before gently pressing her lips to his. God how much they missed each other, how much they missed this. He closed his eyes, cupping her face with his hands, and extended their kiss. He stepped away only when a soft groan of pain escaped his girl’s lips.
“Sorry. I love kissing you but right now my face hurts.” Arlo chuckled but quickly stopped letting out another moan of pain. “Yeah, let’s not laugh either.” She added slowly laying back down in her bed.
“Just get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Arlo nodded again, grabbing Steve’s hand back in hers, and in seconds, she was out again. He looked at her sleeping, thankful she had the serum running through her veins. He couldn’t help but think that things could be a lot worse if she didn’t.
“How is she doing?” Steve heard Wanda’s voice asking from behind and he shot her a quick smile.
“Tired, in pain, but she’ll make it, that’s what matters,” Steve explained, turning back to look at Arlo’s face.
“She’s strong.”
“She definitely is.”
Wanda dropped her hand on Steve’s shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze before she glanced at the other man in the room.
“Has he woken up yet?” The redhead asked a tint of doubt in her voice.
“No. I don’t think he will for a few hours. Why?” Steve wondered, observing his friend’s face and noticing some worry on it.
“Are we sure he is who he says he is?” Wanda inquired not taking her eyes off of Dylan’s face.
“I don’t know. But Arlo believes him, and I trust her. I mean he clearly went through a lot, and I don’t think he is a threat to any of us.” Steve explained calmly. “We arrested the other one, the one from our Earth I guess.”
Wanda nodded, giving another squeeze to Steve’s shoulder and she left the room. Steve kept his eyes on Dylan’s face. He wasn’t sure either, he didn’t know the guy, but Steve always believed in people, and he surely believed in Arlo. So, if she trusted the man asleep in the bed next to her, so did he, and that was enough for him. Plus, Dylan was clearly not in a shape to do anything against them, especially not with a few Avengers around.
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It went like this for a few days. Arlo would wake up, talk with a few people for an hour or two and fall back asleep. However, Bruce seemed positive she would recover completely, and it made Steve relax a little. Dylan was healing too; it was slower but he had finally opened his eyes after three days of being completely out. At first, he had panicked, not recognising anything around him and it was only when Arlo’s voice had raised from the bed next to him that he had calmed down, the fear in his eyes fading a little. If Arlo could stay awake a few hours at a time, it wasn’t the same deal for Dylan who could only manage a few minutes here and there. Bruce had administered more sedatives to help him sleep better and recover faster.
After a few days, Bucky and Sam had joined Steve, Wanda, and Bruce at the compound. Rhodey had gone back to work in Washington DC and Clint was back home to spend the holidays with his family. Christmas was just around the corner and, even if Steve wasn’t sure he was in the mood to celebrate it, on the 24th morning, he had no choice but to endure Bucky and Sam both singing loudly to Christmas music in the living room. He had chuckled watching them both bicker like an old couple before making a cup of hot chocolate for Arlo and Dylan.
When he entered the med bay with the cup in his hand Arlo and Dylan were both awake. The girl was apparently feeling better, sitting next to her best friend on his bed, her hand holding one of his, their fingers intertwined. Steve couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at the sight of this scene, even if he knew what Dylan meant to Arlo.
“Good morning. I brought you some hot chocolate, I thought you might enjoy it.” Steve handed them each a cup and dropped a quick peck on his girl’s lips.
“Thanks, Captain.” Dylan sat up as best as he could, grabbing the cup.
“Please, call me Steve.”
He was broken, so broken that even without knowing him Steve could see it. Yet the young man managed to offer him a small smile.
“Friday, what day is it?” Arlo suddenly requested, the smell of fresh cookies hitting her nostrils.
“It’s the 24th of December, Miss Stark.”
“Oh my god… It’s Christmas.” Arlo exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She turned to Steve.
“Because it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you and Dylan get better.” Steve explained but he couldn’t hold a small grin at Arlo’s excitement.
“I’m fine, Steve. A lot better.”
“Yeah, but you still need to stay in bed. You shouldn’t even be in that bed right now.” Steve added showing Dylan’s bed on which she was sitting. “You should be over there, resting.” He added, pointing to her bed a few meters away.
“Babe, I know you worried, but I’m feeling a lot better,” Arlo reassured him, grabbing his hand in hers and stroking it with her thumb. And when she gave her one of those looks, Steve knew he would give her the world. He was in deep.
“Fine. Just be careful.” Steve gave in, kissing her forehead, and turned to Dylan. “How are you feeling?”
Dylan shrugged. “Okay, I guess. Bruce says I was lucky you found me when you did…”
“You’re safe now. And I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” Arlo whispered to her best friend, her face still betraying the guilt she felt.
A few hours later, Arlo was sitting on the couch in the living room, next to Dylan who was glad to be out of the med bay for a bit. It had taken some persuasion but after a while, Arlo had managed to convince Steve to help her and Dylan join the rest of them for some Christmas fun by the fireplace. He had tried to tell her it wasn’t a good idea, that Bruce probably wouldn’t agree but damn she was stubborn sometimes. Finally giving in, and after making sure Bruce was okay with it, he helped Dylan to the living room, Arlo walking fine on her own even if he didn’t let her out of his sight for a second. He had helped the young man sit on the couch, a perfusion still stuck onto his arm and Arlo had settled by his side, taking his hand in hers as they exchanged a smile.
They had been through a lot together, even before all the mafia fiasco, Steve knew that but, once again, he felt a pinch of jealousy as the voice in his head kept on reminding him he had never been the first choice.
“She loves you.” Steve jumped a little, his best friend’s voice whispering those words in his ear.
“I know…”
“Why are you so tense then?” Bucky added, gently squeezing Steve’s shoulder who shrugged. “They’ve been through a lot together. They have a strong bond, but that doesn’t mean it will change anything between you and Arlo.”
“I know,” Steve repeated.
“Then tell it to your face.” Bucky chuckled. “Relax pal. Go sit with her and enjoy Christmas, okay?”
Steve took a deep breath and went to sit by Arlo who immediately snuggled against him.
“You okay?” Stark wondered, her eyes meeting with his.
“Better since you’re back,” Steve confessed, dropping a kiss on her lips.
“Wait a second. When did this happen?” Sam interrupted, pointing at Steve and Arlo. “I’m gone, for what… A few months chasing super soldiers and this happens.”
Arlo felt her cheeks blushing as she noticed Steve scratching the back of his neck letting out a chuckle.
“Actually, it happened before that,” Steve revealed.
“And where you ever gonna tell me?” Sam frowned, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Yeah but… Well, you were busy and so were we.” Steve continued.
“I’m surprised Bucky didn’t tell you. He can’t keep a secret.” Arlo smirked, looking at the soldier who looked falsely offended.
“Hey, I can keep a secret.” Bucky defended himself.
“Next time, let a brother know, yeah?” Sam slapped his hand on Bucky’s back who groaned loudly and shook his head.
“It’s not even that big of a deal.” Steve stammered a little uncomfortable that his private life was at the center of attention.
Steve was used to it when he would hang out with Natasha or with Bucky, but having an open conversation with a few people around was not his favorite thing.
“Punk finally got the girl.” Bucky winked at Steve who let out a groan, dropping his head against the back of the couch.
“Just a couple of punks in love then, huh?” Arlo whispered in Steve’s ear so he was the only one who could hear her.
The soldier's lips spread into a proud grin as he turned to face her. God she was gorgeous when she smiled like this, he thought, before closing the space between them and kissing her gently. They both pulled away when Bucky, acting like a kid with Sam, hissed a little.
“Let her breathe, Stevie,” Bucky smirked
“Don’t be jealous, Buck. Maybe she’s got a friend.” Steve teased, turning to face his best friend, a proud smile on his lips as Sam, Arlo, and Dylan let out a laugh.
“Punk.”
“Jerk.”
Just like that, Steve and Bucky were taken back in the 1940s, when times were simpler, and they smiled at each other.
“Alright, who’s ready to celebrate Christmas?” Hulk declared entering the room, his hands full of food and drinks. “Although, you two may need to go slow on the food and drink.” He added pointing to Dylan and Arlo who both nodded.
Steve, Bucky, Sam, Arlo, Dylan, Wanda, and Hulk celebrated Christmas in a good joyful spirit, eating good food, drinking (a lot for some of them) and for a moment Arlo felt right at home with all of them.
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Dylan had been the first one to call it a night after a few hours and had been helped by Steve and Bucky back to his bed in the med bay. After a few more hours, all the others had left the living room, one by one, and now Arlo was sitting on the couch with Steve. The soldier was laying there, Arlo on top of him as he stroked her back gently and, truth was, she didn’t want to leave.
“I have something for you,” Steve said softly, Arlo pressing her chin against his chest to look at him.
“Really? I don’t have anything, Steve…” Stark said, frowning slightly. She didn’t like the idea that he got her a gift when she didn’t have one for him.
“It’s okay. I don’t care.” The soldier said, pushing her gently so they both sat up on the couch. “Stay here.”
Steve walked out of the room, to his quarter and grabbed the little box he had hidden in his nightstand for a few months now. He quickly came back, finding Arlo still sitting on the couch, eating one of the last chocolates from the box placed on the table. He settled by her side and handed her the small box. Arlo frowned, slowly taking it from his hand and opening it. Her hand flew to her mouth and immediately her eyes filled with tears.
“Steve…” Arlo mumbled.
“I wanted to give it to you months ago, but you were staying with Pepper and Morgan, and with everything that happened after that I just… I don’t know I never felt like it was the right time.” Steve explained a little awkwardly.
Laying in the box was a small silver necklace representing her dad’s arc reactor with a small blue gem in the middle. Arlo couldn’t find the words to express how she felt.
“If you don’t like it we can…”
“No. No, I love it, Stevie.” Arlo cut him off, a tear running down her face.
She sat up a little more and wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her hips, stroking her back.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” Steve whispered in her ear.
Arlo pulled away and gently dropped her lips to his before turning around, pushing her hair out of the way and letting him attach the necklace around her neck. Once he had done it, he pressed a soft kiss to her neck and she turned back to face him, her eyes still filled with emotion as she ran her finger on the small arc reactor now resting on her chest.
“Thank you…”
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Chapter twenty-one
#chris evans fanfiction#steve rogers fanfiction#Steve Rogers#Steve Rogers x OFC#steve rogers x original female character#arlo stark#multiverse madness#MCUfanfic#marvel fanfiction#Marvelfanfic
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Get to know your fanfic writer
I was tagged by @mallaidhsomo, thank you so much! <3
When did you post your first ever fanfic?
Early 2000s? Maybe? It was on Quizilla and was a long time ago.
First Character(s) you wrote?
I honestly can't remember but it was most likely either HP related or something with Buffy.
Main Character(s) you’re currently writing?
My Revan and Canderous Ordo
Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan to write about soon?
Gale and Astarion from BG3, I have a few ideas floating around.
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Andromeda Six and KOTOR
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Sereia & her brother, Arlo
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Revan/Canderous & Traveler/Vexx
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Fluff
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As she stepped over the threshold into a large cavernous room, it was then that she felt the third presence… another Force user. One she hadn’t felt in years.
“You.”
The voice held a harsh coldness that Yuehai recognized immediately after years of being scolded by the same voice at the Jedi Academy on Dantooine. She turned to face a woman who looked more like a ghost than those that haunted her at night. Her stark white hair was pulled back out of her pale face, blue eyes as cold as the ice that covered the building outside. She wore the same white robes she always did and for a moment, the sight nearly blinded her in the unnerving darkness.
“Atris.” Yuehai said with little affection, holding a hand to keep Canderous from pulling his blaster. The last thing she wanted was to spill more Jedi blood. “Out of all the Jedi who might’ve survived the Wars, I’m honestly surprised it was you.”
The Jedi stood tall, nose in the air as she glanced between the former Revanchist and her companion, a Mandalorian crusader who would’ve gladly destroyed her once. “You’re a fickle woman, Revan. How many sides have you changed now? The Jedi? The Sith? Now the Mandalorians?” She laughed cruelly, the sound echoing. “I hate to have been so correct about you.”
“Yes, you sound positively upset.”
“Don’t mock me.” Atris snapped, hand hovering over the lightsaber clipped to her belt. “I know why you’re here. And you are not leaving.”
Canderous tensed next to Yuehai, but she ignored him, eyes never leaving the Jedi in front of her. Atris had never been much of a challenge during their years as a Jedi, but she was intelligent, knowing things about the Force that even the famous Revan didn’t. And they hadn’t seen one another in a long time. Many things could've changed since then. The anger, however. That was alive and well, it seemed.
Tagging: @eluvisen, @korblez, @teamdilf and @aroserinosman
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MCU Characters as B99 gifs (Pt. 2)
*gifs not mine*
Tony Stark
gif by @nbcbrooklyn99 (brooklynninenine) on Tenor
Steve Rogers
gif by @sandandglass
Thena
Gilgamesh
*Arlo = Thena
Kingo
#marvel#mcu#incorrect marvel cinematic universe#incorrect marvel#b99#brooklyn nine nine#tony stark#steve rogers#thena#gilgamesh#kingo#eternals#iron man#captain america
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send 💕 and I will tell you some muses of ours I think could work as a ship.
valeria stark & arlo luna:
i love pairing him with snotty rich girls who he becomes increasingly enamoured with while they find his loser ways pathetic but endearing.
ophelia talbot & kienan deasun:
he's a nomad who spends all his time travelling from place to place so i could picture him just showing up in her town, flirting with her as she gives him a meal he will 100% not pay for and then having him keep returning to her work to continue his little game.
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Thinking of Arlo and Conall. Years and years into the future. They've settled together, Arlo is still very much who he always would be but he's calmer now, happier and more willing to see joy and accept change.
Conall is still very much cursed. Still wholly reliant on Arlo and his magic to keep any piece of his own mind from being overcomed by the lycanthropy. But they've found their balance at last. They still fight and bicker, but they never go to bed angry or allow their tempers to get in the way of their happiness.
Arlo keeps expecting it all to end. For it all to just crash down around his ears like every good thing in his life always does. He loves Conall so so much, and the world loves taking from more than anything else.
And it does.
Asena, Conall's little sister whos curse he took on himself to spare her a lifetime as Arlo's daughter. She's grown now. A woman trained by the same witches who oversaw Arlo's and his family's execution. She doesn't see her brother's joy, only a monster who's destroyed everything he's ever touched holding his heart captive. Asena trained and trained, studied herself into something more than her predecessors would have ever dreamed possible. The witches saw the same brew in her that they saw in the queen they helped dethrone those years ago.
But her goals were more focussed, single minded was she in her quest to save her only living family. The night she was turned was a blur of blood and red, but the sun had come up, and she could still remember Conall clutching her to his chest, Risking everything to himself between a gnashing monster and a hunter come to lay her to rest.
It was time she repaid that favor.
Her spell work wrenched away Arlo's control. She sought every path he could take and blocked him from ever controlling Conall again. Her rage at that long standing injustice blurring the truth till it all looked like lies. Arlo wasn't keeping the wolf at bay, he was the source of it. Conall didn't Willfully put himself between her and him out of the same love he'd shown the day their family slaughtered eachother, it was all just a demented puppeteers work. Conall would be free to live as himself once more if he was free of Arlo's influence.
She broke the spells binding the two. Ripped and ripped until Arlo would never be able to control Conall again.
When it was done a beast with deep black fur and an animal's eyes looked back at her. There was no recognition in them. No love for her or acknowledgement of what had been done. Asena called his name, held out a hand to him. Hoping.
He turned in that slow uncanny way, from her to the stark white beast on the other side of the room, his fur stained scarlet, the thinner patches mottled with bruising and burns the blistered from within him. Their fight having been more than enough to push him to nearly destroy the stolen body he pranced around in.
Conall was still, his breathing coming in even pants, the fur along his back and shoulders rippling as Arlo pushed up to brace on his scorched hands. Coughing up something that smelled acrid from far accross the room.
Asena thought that this was it. Conall would get his revenge. She was exhausted, just as burnt as her defeated foe, but hope, foolish hope that came from only ever considering one way this moment could go, overwhelmed her.
Conall whimpered, Conall, her brother, whined and fought and fought a battle she could not see before it was lost, and only the wolf remained.
He moved fast, barking as he pounced to maul her with decades of repressed and redirected violent intent pouring out all at once.
Time felt sluggish, she tried to dodge, but there was no escaping a monster that size from this close.
A blur of black fur, a sickening crash and crack, an agonized wail, And Asena was left shaking but alive. Conall pinned to the wall under shimmering bounds that could barely hold him. His ribs were cracking with the force of his struggling. His mind gone and only the instinct to protect the unicorns and destroy all that might do them harm was left.
She had done the last of them so, so much harm. Asena looked to where Arlo was barely holding himself up, one hand raised to keep the spell as he burned and burned what little he had left.
He called for her to run. Shouted Conall wouldn't forgive him if he let what should happen now occur.
Asena promised Conall she would save him, She would be back. He would be free soon.
and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. The maze beneath that hill unwinding to allow her an escape before collapsing behind her. Trapping her brother with the two monsters once more.
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Within the hill, Arlo dropped his spell as soon as she was safely away. Let himself collapse. He couldn't lose this body. All the years he'd dreamt of his freedom and return to his death where he would be with his family once more didn't matter. Because Conall was family, and he needed Arlo more than any of them.
His eyes had burned away early into the fight. He saw nothing, he felt agony when a wet tongue attempted to clean the blood from his face but dislodged sloughing skin instead. He just needed to rest.
Conall whined, his mind was less than that of a dog's, but still he knew to stop, and to lie down beside Arlo in a mockery of their nights spent sleeping beside one and another, and wait for him to come back.
#this was supposed to be about them adopting a kid but i don't think ive ever actually written any of This part of story out#i was stuck with inspiration while working on a comm fjfjjfjd#and had to get this down quick before it left again#i have no idea how to tag this#its#arlo being Arlo#that used to my tag for his myriad of bullshit#people who are unfamiliar with Arlo: Asena was Absolutely justified hes the Worst.#he'll be fine#like not emotionally#but physically
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there, down by the rocks ━ that's where he spots it. that telltale ( no pun intended ) gleam of opalescent scales. they glimmer under the suns cheerful beams like polished onyx, catching the prince's watchful eye as he fiddles with the strings of his lute. the smell of sea air is sharp and crisp in his nose, the beckoning TASTE OF SALT teasing his tongue. does he dare venture closer? oh, he really shouldn't; if there's truly a mermaid down there by the tide pools, he'll surely be sung to his death . yet ━ hey, ho, what a helluva way to go. he slings his instrument across his back, ventures further down the rocks. he sees @metalsiren , then, in all her glory, and o, glorious she is indeed. her long brunette waves cascade down her shoulders, a stark contrast to the milky white of her skin. her tail is even more stunning just this much closer, so much so that arlo chokes on a breath and stumbles on the uneven terrain. right, then…he's so dead.
#hyperventilates thinking about them#╰ * ic : ⧽ the boy’s a slag .#╰ * VERSE FIVE : V5 ⧽ court of tides .#metalsiren
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Isaac Mayfield
Name: Isaac Samuel Mayfield
Faceclaim: Jaeden Martell
Love Interest: Missy Sinclair
Missy Sinclair
Name: Melissa Denise “Missy” Sinclair
Faceclaim: Sofia Wylie
Love Interest: Isaac Mayfield
flirting with the idea of ocs in: disney’s descendants, slow horses, narnia
#oc masterlist#my masterlist#arrow’s masterlist#anyone who knows my hp ocs will understand why i chose jaeden martell for max’s twin brother#i’m very heavy on the oc x oc ships
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looks like we might have a new top artist this year...but what's that?? it's beyoncé with a steel chair! | my top songs from the year, in non-spotify wrapped form
2022 playlist | 2021 playlist | 2020 playlist | 2019 playlist | 2018 playlist
full tracklist under cut
// zouglou dance / magic system // seileach / cassie and maggie // honey / the lone bellow // checking out / divorce // hy-brasil / allison russell // fly away / starling arrow, marya stark, ayla nereo, tina malia, chloe smith, leah song, & rising appalachia // never gonna be alone (honne remix) / jacob collier, john mayer, lizzy mcalpine, honne // in heaven / vulfpeck & antwaun stanley // alone and forsaken / hank williams // overdrive / maggie rogers // bittersweet, tn / kevin morby & erin rae // soft night / carm // ripple / the california honeydrops // i will marry you / mean lady // kawibawibo / yoon mirae // love and happiness / al green // awaken and allow / shannon lay // sweet music / kylie minogue // detour / maren morris // i get along without you very well / frank sinatra // kissing someone else / caroline kingsbury // bailey's / calan // over / kings of leon // 6s to 9s / big wild & rationale // knock on wood / amii stewart // eat your young / hozier // eat the music / kate bush // take the world apart / yusuf // holding pattern / nickel creek // kick in the teeth / hippo campus // lam phu thai #1 / khun narin // little bird - c3 answers / annie lennox // i don't know how i survive / death cab for cutie // hole in the bottle / kelsea ballerini // casual / chappell roan // ode to dance floor / niki & the dove // meeting the master / greta van fleet // we're so in tune / kississippi // panhandle rag / leon mcauliff and his cimarron boys // love will tear us apart / amethyst kiah // it might take a woman / girlhood // haunted house / sir babygirl // bear creek / lankum // miss chatelaine (iron hoof remix) / k.d. lang & orville peck // tonight (feat. ezra koenig) / phoenix // i can hardly speak / bombay bicycle club // lipstick lover / janelle monae // debbie / your smith // that's how you start over / diana ross // wait a minute / the hives // tanglewood / the east pointers // freak out / baaba maal & the very best // dance the night / dua lipa // sunset / caroline polachek // miles from our home / cowboy junkies // good day / seratones // water slide / janelle monae // saturdays / broken bells // age of consent / geographer // hahahome / twen // is it supposed / hudson mohawke // planet of the bass / dj crazy times & miss biljana electronica // lagoon / havana swim club // big like an angel / mitski // stolen fruit / tank and the bangas // landslide / antony // human (feat. jona xx) / kalush orchestra // 7 (e flat version) / prince // cheating / michael aldag // queen of the silvery city / glassio // psychedelic switch / carly rae jepsen // driving (feat. holly humberstone) / bombay bicycle club // warmth / bastille // damage gets done (feat. branid carlile) / hozier // go in light (feat. monica martin) / marcus mumford // video games / trixie mattel // nothing matters / the last dinner party // black is the colour / cara dillon // gawain / the trials of cato // kiss me (feat. rina sawayama) / empress of // keep the distance (demo) / the beths // hour of parting / sun ra // woman in love / wildes // the storm / thefatrat & maisy kay // full moon / the black ghosts // people everywhere (shifting sands remix) - live / khruangbin // impurities / arlo parks // lost it to trying (give in and give out) / son lux & lily & madeleine // beulah land / luther dickinson & allison russell // cognitive dissonance / sophie holohan // brand new colony / the beths and pickle darling // glitter / daisy the great // wondering why / yeemz // blues run the fame / jackson c. frank //
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Arlo Parks In Concert - 2022 - Past Daily Soundbooth: Rock Without Borders
Arlo Parks In Concert – 2022 – Past Daily Soundbooth: Rock Without Borders
Arlo Parks – Gritty and stark reality fused with beauty and a sonic tapestry.
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Arlo Parks – Live in Switzerland – May 1, 2022 – RTS Couleur 3 – RTS – Switzerland –
Staying in Switzerland so far this week for a concert by Arlo Parks, recorded and preserved by RTS Couleur 3 radio in Lausanne on May 1st,…
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Multiverse Madness
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.
Summary: Arlo and Steve learn to deal with the aftermath of the young Stark being fully human again.
Warnings: Bad words, mention of old life and traumas, injuries, hospital, sadness.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Arlo Stark.
Notes: I do not own any of the characters present in this story, except for Arlo Stark, an original character. This is pure fiction.
A special thank you to my beta @iluvsumbucky.
Please give me some feedback, even just a small comment is really appreciated!
Multiverse Madness Masterlist || Main Masterlist.
Chapter twenty-three
April 2024.
The day after Suri had saved Arlo’s life, Pepper and Morgan had landed in Wakanda to check on Arlo. They had all stayed in the African country for a few days, making sure Arlo was recovering properly before they all headed back to their own places. Pepper and Morgan went back to their house and Dylan, Bucky, Steve, and Arlo flew back to the compound. By that time, Arlo was feeling a lot better.
However, in the weeks following their return upstate, Arlo noticed changes in her body. A simple workout would take a lot more out of her, and it quickly got her frustrated, just as much as when she started to notice that simple tasks seemed a lot harder. She was tired, anxious, and started to grow quieter. She hated the feelings overflowing her body, she felt weaker and completely useless. She hadn’t felt like that in years. She also became aware of the physical changes, not big ones, but enough that it made her self-conscious. Her muscles were less visible, she was a little skinnier and she had shrunk down a few centimeters, making her just over 5 feet 4 as she had been before the serum. In addition to that, she bruised a lot easier, and a simple cut took days to heal instead of hours.
But that wasn’t the only thing running through her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation she had with Steve on the night she had almost died. He wanted a family, a normal life and even if Arlo wanted that too, she was constantly worried about the fact that maybe not having the serum running through her veins anymore would change things between them. Was Steve still going to love her as much now that she was changing? Had he even noticed anything?
Steve had noticed. He watched as Arlo grew quieter, withdrawing herself from everyone, even with him and Dylan, and he hated seeing her like this. He felt useless and struggled to find the right words. He had tried to talk to her, but every time he asked her what was going on, she simply changed the subject or avoided the question. And he never insisted, he knew her pretty well by now and knew that trying to force her to open up if she wasn’t ready, was only going to make her pull away from him even more. So instead, he was showing he cared about her with simple attention such as stroking her hand in his or kissing her cheek. He was there every time she needed him and believed that eventually, she would open up to him.
When Dylan was the one who managed to get her to confess how she felt, Steve couldn’t help but feel his heart drop a little. He was her best friend, after all, they had known each other for much longer, but he couldn’t help feeling somewhat jealous.
“She’ll talk to you, just give her some time.” Dylan had said to him a few days earlier. “She is just going through a lot of changes right now.”
And Steve had simply nodded. If Arlo was closing off, Dylan on the other end was slowly coming to terms with his second chance. He looked for an apartment not too far from the compound and he even went on a few job interviews after Rhodey had managed to get him his papers. Things were getting easier for him, and he finally felt like he belonged, that he could have his happy ending, and he wanted the same for Arlo.
“You should talk to him,” Dylan told her that day, dropping onto the couch next to her.
“What?” Arlo frowned, raising her head from the book she was reading.
“Steve. You should talk to him. He’s worried about you, Arlo.”
“Well, he shouldn’t. I’m fine.” Arlo shrugged, looking back at her book.
“You’re a terrible liar, you know that?” Dylan took the book out of her hands and gently squeezed one with his own. “You don’t talk much anymore when he’s around, you don’t smile much either. I know you’re going through a lot, but you can’t keep going like that, babe. You can’t push him away and ruin your second chance at life.”
“I… I’m just…” Arlo sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as her eyes filled with tears. “I’m just scared things will change, Dyl. He wants a family; a normal life and I don’t know if I can give him that.”
“Why not?” Dylan asked gently, making sure he wasn’t pushing her too much.
“Because I never even thought I could have all this. What if things go sideways again? Or if Steve gets tired of me? I don’t have the serum anymore, I’m not the same.”
“Babe, look at me.” Arlo raised her eyes to look at him, tears running down her cheeks. “Things are not gonna go sideways. We have our second chances; we can’t keep on living with the fear that something will happen. If we do that, we’re not living, we’re just surviving, and I think you deserve a lot more. Hell, we deserve better.”
Arlo chuckled slightly. He was right, she knew her best friend was right but something was still stopping her. Everything seemed too good to be true and part of her was just expecting it to go to shit again. She felt like it was a just dream and she would eventually wake up from it only to realize she was back at the bunker.
“In fact, I found an apartment,” Dylan added softly, his thumb brushing against the back of her hand.
Arlo sat up, her eyes widening. “What?”
“Look, I can’t stay in the compound forever, and now that I have a job in the city, I think it’s time for me to get my own place.”
“You… You’re leaving…” Arlo whispered, her eyes filling with tears once again.
“Hey, don’t cry. I’ll only be 30 minutes away, Arlo. We can see each other all the time. We found each other again. I’m never gonna let that go away, you know that, right?”
Arlo nodded, sniffling a little and she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her into a hug. Dylan gently stroked her back and they stayed like that for a moment before he pulled away. He wiped her tears softly and smiled.
“It’s time I start my own life, and I think it’s time you do the same. You have Steve, don’t push him away now. He loves you and I know you do too.”
Dylan was right, she knew she had to let go of the past so she could move forward. She needed to move on if she wanted a chance to be completely happy.
“Promise me you’re gonna talk to Steve. Tell him how you feel, I’m sure he’ll understand.”
“I promise,” Arlo said softly.
And for a while, neither of them talked. They simply enjoyed each other’s presence before they started to remember some memories from their Earth. They talked about Tony, Morgan, Hulk, Natasha, and even Miles. Arlo had been thinking about him for some time and a part of her still missed him. She loved Steve, she truly did, but Miles had been her first love, the first man she had ever been with. After a while, they talked about Bucky, and Dylan admitted he still hadn’t gotten used to seeing him alive, even if he wasn’t really their Bucky. Arlo remembered perfectly how close he and Dylan had been, having somewhat of a brotherly relationship. Smiling at the memories, she recalled how much Bucky used to talk about Steve, his best friend from Brooklyn.
“You know, I’m pretty sure he would say it’s gross seeing you and Steve together.” Dylan snorted.
“He most definitely would.” Arlo agreed, nodding and laughing quietly.
“I mean, it is gross seeing you two drooling all over each other.” A voice said from behind the two best friends. Bucky had walked into the room, listening to the end of their conversation, and was now leaning against the door frame.
“You’re just jealous because he’s getting more action than you do,” Dylan smirked, shooting him a look.
“Oh, I could get a lot of actions if I wanted to,” Bucky answered, crossing his arms on his chest.
“I don’t doubt that.” Dylan looked up to Bucky and, for the first time, Arlo noticed something between the two men. What the hell was happening? She was about to say something when Steve walked into the room, breathing heavily and covered in sweat, coming back from his run.
“Hey,” Arlo said softly.
“Hey, baby.” Steve smiled back. He walked to her and gave her a small peck on the lips. “I’m gonna shower, I’ll join you after.”
“I’ll start dinner,” Arlo answered.
“Don’t worry about it, we’ll order something. I’m dying for a burger.” Steve smiled, dropping another kiss on her lips before walking out of the room toward his bedroom.
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After ordering way too many burgers, almost enough to feed a small army, Bucky, Steve, Dylan, and Arlo sat around the dining table to eat dinner together. Arlo was still pretty quiet, lost in her own thoughts, while Bucky and Steve bickered like usual. Steve’s hand squeezed her tight a few times throughout their meal and every time she simply answered with a soft smile.
Later that evening, Arlo and Dylan went for a walk and Steve dropped on the couch by Bucky’s side. Steve quickly got lost in his thoughts, as he often did since Arlo had nearly died in January, and Bucky noticed. The ex-Winter Soldier knew Steve like the back of his hand and he could see he was over-thinking as it could often happen. Steve's anxiety was kicking in, making him doubt every single word he had said to Arlo recently and he was imagining the worst. It wasn’t the first time Bucky saw Steve struggle like he was at that moment. Steve always had been someone who doubted himself, especially before the serum.
“Want to talk about it?” Bucky asked, turning to his best friend who looked at him, a false puzzled look on his face. “I know you, pal, I know something’s on your mind.”
Steve chuckled slightly; he really couldn’t hide anything from Bucky. “It’s nothing. It’s stupid.”
“Well, you’re getting in your head, so lay it on me. Come on.”
Steve hesitated a moment, glancing at his hands before looking up at his best friend. “The night Suri saved her; Arlo I mean. I told her I wanted to settle down. I told her I wanted to hang up my shield, start a normal life, have a family, and I… Well, I think I freaked her out.”
“Have you talked about it since then?” Bucky sat up, looking at Steve.
“Not really. I mean, I feel like she’s been pulling away since then. She doesn’t really talk much anymore and every time I try to ask her what’s going on, she closes off and changes the subject. I honestly don’t know what to do.” Steve confessed, sighing loudly and leaning back into the back of the couch.
“Give her some time. She’ll come around.”
“You seem pretty sure about that.”
“I am sure. I see the way she looks at you. She’s just struggling right now.”
“Well, maybe I could help but she refuses to talk to me.” Steve sighed again.
“I know pal,” Bucky said, squeezing his best friend's shoulder. “Dylan says she just needs time.”
“Dylan told you that?” Steve frowned.
“Yeah, we talk, you know.” Bucky snorted.
“Hmm hmm.” Steve gave him a look.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’m just glad to see you two seem to get along.”
“Whatever.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I’m going to bed. You should do the same, you look like shit.”
“Well, thanks, man. Always nice to hear.”
“Nightmares?” Bucky simply asked, knowing full well he wasn’t the only one dealing with those.
“Amongst other things,” Steve stated as he stood up from the couch. “Night Buck.”
Bucky gave him a nod and walked away, as Steve took the direction of his room. He closed the door and pulled his clothes off. He stepped into the shower, the heat of the water making his muscles relax a little and for a second, he looked at the floor, his hands pressed against the wall before he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The soldier was worried about Arlo, worried about their relationship and a part of him was afraid she would walk away from him. After all, he had never been the kind of man girls would ever settle for, not before the serum at least, and maybe that hadn’t changed. One of his hands reached to the back of his neck and he massaged it for a moment, sighing loudly.
After a while, he stepped out of the shower and quickly dried himself before slipping on a pair of pajama bottoms. He was lying on his bed, his mind wandering, and he realized he felt lonely that evening. Arlo hadn’t slept next to him in a few weeks and to be honest, he hated it, it felt cold. Without Arlo by his side, Steve wasn’t having the best of sleep. His nights were often split between nightmares or insomnias. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to turn his mind off and sleep.
Later that night, when Arlo came back from her walk with Dylan, she made her way to her bedroom and quickly showered. She slipped on a pair of comfy shorts and one of Steve's tee-shirt. She loved wearing his clothes, they smelled like him, like home, and, somehow, it was reassuring. However, as she was about to get into her bed, Dylan’s words resonated in her head: “We have our second chances; we can’t keep on living with the fear that something will happen.” After a slight moment of hesitation, she walked out of her bedroom and went to Steve’s. She was about to knock on the door when she heard small moans of fear and pain. Frowning, she opened the door and realized Steve was having a nightmare.
“Steve… Baby, wake up…” Arlo whispered, as she sat on the side of his bed, her hand reaching to stroke his cheek.
But Steve didn’t wake up. Instead, he started to squirm, struggling in his sleep. He was agitated, his breathing was uneven, and his hands were gripping the sheet in which he was entangled. Arlo didn’t know what to do, she knew Steve had nightmares, they had talked about it a few times, but she had never seen him have one before. Following her instinct, she continued to stroke his cheek with one hand, the other grabbing one of his hands and squeezing it gently.
“Stevie,” Arlo spoke a little louder.
Suddenly, Steve’s eyes flew open, and he sat up with a start. His breathing was fast, heavy, and uneven and his brain was completely lost in the nightmare he just had. Arlo noticed the fear in his eyes, his features tensing up and she gently grabbed his face, stroking his cheeks.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s okay, I’ve got you…” Arlo whispered, pressing his forehead against his.
“Arlo?” Steve asked, his voice shaking slightly.
“Yeah. I’m here.” Arlo smiled lovingly, stroking his cheeks as he let out a sigh of relief.
It took a few seconds for Steve to connect back with reality, his eyes fixed on hers. His hands brushed against her cheeks before he snuggled against her. Arlo wrapped her arms around him as she started to run her fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. Almost immediately, she felt him relax a little. They stayed quiet, Arlo holding him until his breath started to slow down and he laid back down, pulling Arlo with him. It was her turn to snuggle into his chest, her hand running over his bare chest as he shivered. Arlo was his home, his safe place, and even now more than ever he realized it.
“Stay,” Steve muttered, closing his eyes, his chin resting on the top of Arlo’s head.
“Always,” Arlo promised and she kissed his jaw on top of his bear. “I’m not going anywhere.” She added in a whisper, as a promise to him but also to herself.
Dylan was right, he was her second chance, and even if she changed and was human again, there was no way she was going to let that go. With Steve, she felt at peace, safe, and exactly where she belonged.
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Chapter twenty-five
#chris evans fanfiction#Steve Rogers#steve rogers fanfiction#Steve Rogers x OFC#steve rogers x original female character#arlo stark#marvel fanfiction#Marvelfanfic#MCUfanfic#multiverse madness
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Im a sucker for kids shows and Arlo was super cute but fluffy iron dad hits my heart in a special way.
like he’s kind of evil and dumb but he’s doing his best. and the way his wings move with his emotions instead of being static is just *chefs kiss*
Also idk what's up with his face but the lip, the teeth, the hair, the nose, it’s giving off such unique but common vibes.
He has a past like doofenshmirtz, riches and flamboyance like Tony Stark, obsessive and confused bird vibes like Pearl and I just can’t cope with this.
Cute show for very young children but I am the queen of obscure, and I live for the cringe.
#ansel beauregard#i <3 arlo#arlo the alligator boy#i heart arlo#fluffy dad#hes not cringy to me I love him#hes doing his best#selfloveyall
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You Say the Whole World’s Ending (Honey, It Already Did) [P.P]
Summary: Peter mourns his greatest loss.
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Character death, angst, typos, throwing up
a/n: hi! i’m genuinely so sorry for how sad this is lol. i had to write this idea down before i forgot it. that one bo burnam song really got me :( here it is if you want to hear it! hope you enjoy and as always reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! ok. back to my hiatus :)
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“Today, the world mourns the loss of one of the most innovative teens in existence,” The news reported stated with tears in her eyes, “Last night, (Y/N) Stark was found dead after going missing for three months. The cause of death has not yet been disclosed and her family asks for privacy during this time of grieving. The world shares in this pain, and I believe I speak for all of us when I say, (Y/N), you will be missed.”
The clouds muddled over the compound, creating a darkness that sheathed over the building while the rain pittered over the roof and windows. As cliche as it was, Pepper and Tony provided black umbrella to all the guests at the graveyard. Together they huddled over the casket with their umbrellas, attempting to keep the rain off of the perfect mahogany the best they could.
Morgan clung to her mothers leg and scratched at her neck, uncomfortable in the pearls she was forced in, too young to understand what she had just lost. Tony kept his arm around Pepper, trying to hold on to what family he had left, begging whatever god was out there to give him respite from his pain.
Pepper gripped her umbrella with an iron fist, recalling when she first met you. Small and shy as you were, you quickly warmed up to her as she showed you to your room.
“Is this her?” Pepper asked as you cowered behind Tony’s leg, a small backpack hung loosely on your shoulders.
“Yeah,” Tony nodded with a proud smile, “this is (Y/N).” Tony bent down, motioning for Pepper to join him as she greeted you with a warm smile. “This is Pepper, (Y/N),” Tony placed a hand on your shoulders, “she’ll help watch you when I’m away.”
You nodded and held your hand out to her. Pepper grasped it in her perfectly manicured fingers and held it tightly, “I think we’ll be good friends,” she smiled, giving your fingers a sweet kiss.
Pepper not only lost her daughter; she lost her best friend as well.
Peter couldn’t even go. May begged him to go, trying to pull him out of the rut he’d been in for the last three months. She did the best she could, but deep down she knew. She knew all too well the pain of losing your soulmate, and as young and naive as Peter was, he still managed to find that in you.
Peter felt hopeless. He had held out hope for months, thinking that by some miracle you;d get to come home. That you’d walk through the door and run up to him, pulling him into your warmth and smashing your soft lips onto his. Every night he dreamed of you. Your laugh and your jokes. The way you scrunched your nose when he said something stupid, but then laughed along with him. The way you’d ruffle his hair as he laid in with his head nuzzled in your chest. The way you’d rush into school so fast, you nearly knocked him over when you found him. Those dreams, or more so, memories kept him going. And now he had nothing.
He was stuck in a world without you. And at a certain point, he wondered if it was even worth living in. He was wrong. He used to think that good things happened to good people, but he was wrong. You were as good as it got and you still ended up in the ground.
“Peter,” Sam said from the other side of the call, “you gotta come to the compound.” He hung up before Peter could even get a word in, but when he arrived at the building, he understood why.
Sam met him at the door, tears crusted around his dark eyes, and the look he gave Peter evoked immediate dread.
Peter could hear Pepper’s screaming sobs from inside. The cries of all the Avengers filtered through his ears into his head like nails on a chalkboard. And as unsettling as it was, he knew.
Sam guided him through to the medbay, and part of him secretly hoped he was wrong. It wasn’t until he held your cold hand in his overly warm ones that it hit him. And then the screaming started.
“No,” Peter murmured as the tears began dancing around in his vision, “no, no, no.” Peter shook his head, “I-It’s not her.” He said, but it was more of a terrible wish he put out into the universe, “please, it’s not—no. She’s strong—stronger than that, she wouldn’t—I-I don’t understand.”
Peter whipped his head around and the whole team could see the tears uncontrollably flowing out of his eyes as he heaved. The hyperventilating, mixed with the cries of everyone else in the room was making him nauseous. Before he could properly process what was going on he was running to the window, throwing it open and spewing brown goo out into the yard.
Happy ran over and rubbed his back and shoulder, “It’s okay, Pete. Come on now, breathe.”
Peter screamed and heaved out sobs as more brown chucks spilled from his lips. When he was done, he collapsed into Happy and the large man wrapped his arms around Peter’s shaking frame.
“I–It’s not true,” Peter begged, “Happy—” he pleaded, only to be shushed.
“I know,” Happy cried, “I know it’s hard, Peter. But you have to calm down.”
Tony, having just lost his daughter, saw Peter’s breakdown and left the room. Pepper by his side, drawing her cries out in his t-shirt.
“H-How can I?” Peter wailed, “I want her back, I want her back! (Y/N)!” Peter crawled out of Happy’s embrace, up the bed that held your limp frame. He tugged on the sheet that Bruce had put over your head, ripping it to expose your beautiful face.
“No,” Peter cried, sloppily running his hands over your face, “no, (Y/N).” Peter rubbed his thumbs under your eyes and held his cheek against yours, only feeling the icy prick of your skin on his, “come on, please get up, please. I-I had so many things to tell you. I had s-so much left to—I—I never got to marry you, (Y/N), please. Please d-don’t leave.”
Every watery plea was only met with a painful silence on your end. The only sounds to accompany the dreadful silence were the wails coming from the boy’s mouth.
And now he was here, sitting alone in his room, on the same bed you used to cuddle him in. If he tried really hard, if he focused enough he could still smell the lavender shampoo you used. It was such a little comfort, but it was all he had.
May accompanied Happy to the funeral, letting him rest his head on her as the tears flowed from his eyes.
“She was so special,” Happy recalled with a sniffle, “so special.”
“Yeah,” May whispered, swallowing her own sob, “in more ways than one.” She placed her yellow rose on the casket, blowing a little kiss to it with a small prayer, thank you. Thank you for being Peter’s love.
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I think I'm redesigning arlos home, like not the shape of it or what's in it, just the color.
Bc I'm imagining this place. This palace that's deep under ground. It's twisting halls curling in impossible directions. and everything is so Big. Warped to be tall and looming like you're looking up at it from the vantage point of a young child.
It's like a memory of a palace that's been burried below the world's notice. The wall paper is peeling and the wood is rotten. Decay has long begin to eat away at every inch of this place. The tiles shift under foot, the floorboards creak.
The deeper you go the more pristine it gets. Not just in the proportions growing more normal, or the damages of time fading away, but in the way warm but dusty browns and reds slowly fade out. until you come to the very heart of the hill.
Behind the barely grey door in front of you a feminine voice sings a song that promises everything but the words are indecipherable. You open it and enter a stark white room. It's empty beyond a person sitting at a vanity. The only color in this room is the gold of his horn, the pink of his eyes, and his deep navy hair. But even that is faded stark white at the roots dripping down to greyed lavender and warm sunset purple before reaching the sea of navy. Meters of it drag around on the floor when the creature at the mirror moves. He's bare and beautiful.
A reflection of the world above is shown in his mirror. the color stripped away from it.
The door shuts behind you.
Soon a glorious red joins the pinks and purples, before it to fades to white.
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8:34 PM- Jimin
(A/N: this characterization of jimin isn't how I see him, this is fiction bitch I made it up!)
Jimin was hard to define.
He wasn't a nice person, per say. It was doubtful anyone would say he's rude or malicious, but he wasn't the type of man to go out of his way to do anything for anyone. His morals were shaky at best, his motives were almost entirely self-centered and as long as he got what he wanted, that was fine.
"Who is that?" He asked the nearest person when he had spotted the girl with sleek hair and less than present eyes. You weren't aware of his stares, completely zoned out halfway across the room.
The girl next to him said your name like it was a bad word, raising her eyebrows in a particular way.
He didn't know what the look meant, or how it should've affected what he did next, but he got up anyway to go introduce himself.
You, as it turned out, were not a nice person either. You however, erred on the side of cruel but had friends despite this on account of your humor- which was both unexpected and offhand. You were a balancing act, a perfect example of duality. There was the side of you that was thoughtful and pensive but it was ruined by your stubborn will to do whatever first came to mind as a good idea. You could be crass and mean but would always marry it with the truth so well the receiving end would thank you for your input.
You were also a sort of social enigma in your circle- mainly because of the floating stories about you, which a man like Jimin, who had no interest in gossip whatsoever, wouldn't have heard of.
"Hello," He said, walking up to you. He was quite a bit taller than you and was the opposite in every way. In both looks and demeanor, the contrast was stark.
You peered at him in response, sipping the drink in your hand lightly. You had been floating around the party for hours now, getting sucked into conversation after conversation so thoroughly Jimin was confused as to how you knew so many people here. "Hi," you said quietly, your expression reading slightly disinterested.
"I'm Jimin, what are you drinking?" He asked calmly. His voice was deep and mellow, making you gravitate towards him unconsciously. The man was good looking, that was clear. Part of you was intrigued by him, a larger part was wary.
"It's a vodka sprite." You informed shortly, telling him your name a beat later. He nodded approvingly and offered to get you another, which you agreed to since you weren't exactly looking forward to buying yourself another.
"Are you here with someone?" He asked, gesturing to the bar. He moved in a way that felt too smooth to be real, a finesse to all of his gestures that made you want to pay attention to him as much as he wanted to do the same to you.
"I'm here with a lot of someones. I know about you." You said, smiling a little. You were almost positive he was the kind of guy who had girls falling for his charms easily, the piercing gaze, the fluffy quaffed hair, the full lips that always seemed to be sporting a smirk like he knew a secret he wasn't letting you in on. Too bad you had heard things about him, from friends of friends and overheard conversations at social gatherings.
Jimin raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Do you?"
"I do," You grinned, nodding. "I've heard about the way you treat girls. It's awful- you're kind of the worst, you know that?"
Jimin was taken aback by her bluntness but wasn't exactly disagreeing with her. "And why would you say that?" He chuckled, taking a step towards you. Jimin had to admit, your willingness to be so honest was disarmingly attractive and if you kept smiling at him like that he'd find himself completely defenseless.
"I would say that because you broke up with your last girlfriend of a year and a half over a text message and then proceeded to sleep with her roommate." You explained, taking a sip of the drink he had just bought you and taking a step towards him as well. "You haven't heard of me?"
"I'm sorry to say I haven't," He answered quickly, still not disagreeing with your accusations. "Who told you that very fun fact about me?"
"The roommate." You shrugged. "She said you have an interesting tattoo somewhere- is that one true as well?"
Jimin smirked and shrugged offhandedly. "Would you like to find out?"
"No," You laughed, bruising Arlo's ego slightly. He frowned and took a step back, which only had you laughing again. Jimin was conflicted- on one hand, he had just been turned down. On the other, your laugh was the most charming thing he had ever heard. You noticed him back off and took his hand to keep him near you, still with that smile on your face. "Oh, I'm sorry- I didn't mean anything by it. But come on, if you were in my shoes- meaning, if your friend told you all of those things about me, would you still want to talk to me?"
"Yes," He laughed ironically, "You're gorgeous, you could tell me you're the worst person on this earth and I would still want to talk to you."
You pressed your lips into a conflicted smile and looked up at Jimin, crinkling your nose slightly as he studied your facial expression. It was one of those looks where you clearly had a thought forming in your head and while usually Jimin was quite good at determining what people thought of him, with you things could go either way.
"Well maybe I'm not as desperate for affection." You shrugged, turning your attention back to your drink.
You didn't feel like indulging anyone's ego. Not even someone as pretty as Jimin. You finished your drink off and nudged Jimin for another, smiling when he agreed immediately.
"Do you know what phase the moon is in tonight?" You asked, following Jimin to the bar.
You kept close behind him, making sure to always keep at least one finger in physical contact with the man. Jimin felt heat from where you touched him, but again couldn't determine what it meant. Were you just trying to make sure you didn't lose him? Or were you flirting?
"No, I don't really pay attention to that stuff." He shrugged, wondering who the hell kept track of the moon. He got the attention of a bartender and ordered another vodka sprite for you and a whiskey for himself, wishing he was at home and could just drink wine instead. It was dumb of him not to just order what he wanted, but his older brother once said a man ordering a glass of wine at a bar was like announcing to the world that he was 85 and golfed on the weekends to avoid a loveless marriage- and Jimin really hated golf.
"I think it's a full moon. This building has a rooftop garden, did you know that?" You asked.
"No, why would I know that?" He snorted. You shrugged, taking your drink in one hand and thanked Jimin quietly as if you was being forced to. It made him laugh, the way you were only begrudgingly nice to him. "So you've heard all of those things about me, why are you humoring me right now?"
You sighed, looking around the room. "Did you notice that every girl here is either wearing a neutral color? I mean seriously, no one thought to wear anything interesting? And the men- they're all in casual suits that age them." You commented, scrunching your nose.
Jimin looked down at his attire immediately, realizing he too was wearing a casual suit that probably did age him. Then he looked at what you were wearing- a jade green dress that was too complicated to describe. All he knew was that it was sheer in the right places and the fabric was so interesting Jimin almost wanted to reach out and touch it. You were special, that much was so clear to him.
"What are you getting at?" Jimin asked, wondering what clothes had to do with his question.
"I'm saying, I'm bored. Everyone looks the same and I've had the same conversation five times over tonight. But when you came up to me and suddenly, things seem less boring." You explained slowly. He looked down at you, slightly weirded out with how quickly this conversation was progressing.
"What I'm getting at is, do you want to go look at the moon with me?" You asked, pointing towards the roof.
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