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ichorai · 2 years

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blue jeans ; bucky barnes.

based on blue jeans - lana del rey !!

pairing ; bucky barnes x shield agent!gn!reader

synopsis ; four instances you managed to chip away at bucky's icy heart before he realized he was in love with you.

words ; 3.6k

themes ; fluff, action, slight angst, s2l/f2l, shield agent au

warnings / includes ; sparring in the first scene, mild injuries, mentions of death, alludes to insomnia/difficulty sleeping, tony throws a party, hints at steve/natasha, one sexual innuendo, bucky experiences *gasp* emotions, bucky doesn't understand references bcs he's older than your grandparents

a/n ; for @fairydxll's 2k writing event :D

main masterlist. set in the same universe as: to noise making.

blue jeans, white shirt walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn it was like james dean, for sure you're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer

The first time you met Bucky, you were drenched in your own sweat, grunts of exertion falling from your lips as you ducked and rolled away from Natasha’s quick strikes. You were doing pretty well today, managing to evade her offensive strategies in your effort to get her to tire herself out. She was starting to get worn down, you could see it in the soft blue of her irises. The plan was working considerably until…

Well, until Bucky Barnes strode into the training room. Steve was by his side, wearing his Captain uniform, and you absentmindedly wondered if there was a mission you somehow managed to forget about.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Natasha jolted forward, landing a solid blow to your jaw, which made your head snap sharply to the side. She tackled you with a derisive huff, your body slamming firmly against the cushioned grounds of the sparring ring. Her knee hovered over you throat, and she tilted her head at you, a smirk curling at her mouth.

“Dead,” she said flippantly, before rolling off of you, clasping your hand to haul you back up.

The ceiling came into view as you rolled your eyes, despite the grin forming across your exerted features. Gingerly, you rubbed your sore jaw with a dark chuckle, shooting her a playful scowl. “I had that coming.”

“Nat,” Steve called out from across the room. The two of you turned to face the pair of super soldiers. The blonde sent you an apologetic look. “Sorry for interrupting, but could I borrow you for a second? It’s about what happened in Chicago.”

What happened in Chicago?

You sent Natasha a curious glance, but she only shook her head, as if to say I’ll tell you later.

She clapped your shoulder in good nature, before ducking underneath the sparring barriers, following Steve out the same way he came in.

That left just you and Bucky. You suddenly felt awkward, fiddling with the bandages over your knuckles. You’ve never come face to face with the Winter Soldier before. The most you’ve heard were stories and rumors that spread like wildfire through the compound. Some were quite outlandish, but you couldn’t help but listen. The man kept to himself, usually confined to his quarters or out on long, long classified missions with Steve or Sam. He was a mystery, and you prided yourself on being a rather good detective.

What you did know about him, was the fact that he was accredited to over a hundred kills during his time with Hydra. One of the most notorious killers of all time.

And he waved at you.

You had to blink twice before you realized that you had to respond in some way. Two fingers raised to your forehead as you awkwardly saluted him.

Jesus, he might’ve been from the forties, but really? Did you just salute him?

Despite your inner turmoil, a slight grin flitted over his lips.

Desperate to break the silence, you asked without thinking twice about it, “Do you… do you wanna spar?” If your muscles weren’t frozen in trepidation, you would’ve face palmed. You might’ve been a good fighter, but against the Bucky Barnes? You didn’t stand a chance. Sending him another furtive glance, it finally dawned on you that he was wearing jeans. “Oh, I mean, you don’t have to if you’re not dressed for it. I was—”

“Sure,” Bucky said, shrugging. “I’ve fought in worse.”

Damn it.

He strode closer, swinging onto the sparring platform.

Your heart was beating irregularly quickly, and you had to suck in a few deep breaths to steady your pulse.

Bucky raised his hands tentatively, and the two of you began circling each other. This close, you could see the deep blue of his eyes, the shadow of a stubble gracing his sharp jaw, the haunted bags beneath his eyes. There were small things you noticed about his stance. Bucky favored his right side, which was quite ironic, considering he had a vibranium left arm. Though he had a heavier build, he was expertly bouncing on the balls of his feet, ready to strike forward at any given second. But he was slightly drawn back, and that was how you knew he had no plans of going on the offensive any time soon.

Narrowing your eyes, you darted forward, swinging a hit to his face. To your expectation, he easily blocked your blow, moving to the side swiftly. You were quick to follow the hit with a kick to the chest, which he let you land, and he staggered backwards a couple paces.

He was going easy on you.

With clenched teeth, you drew forward and struck his side, followed by a roundhouse punch to his shoulder. The impact made him falter, so you hooked your foot over the crook of his knee and yanked him back, which made him fall back with a grunt.

There was a smile to his winded features. God damn it.

“You’re holding back on me,” you said, panting slightly, backing away from him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

That pretty smile of his warbled subtly. “I’m sorry. Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. You wanna go again?”

“Nah,” you breathed out, clasping your hands together behind your head, stretching with a mild grimace. “I promised Tony I’d look over the mission debriefs. Think we could pick this up another time?”

Bucky pushed himself up from the ground, running his flesh hand through his close-cropped hair. Jesus Christ, could he just stop being attractive for one damned second?

“Sure. I’ll look forward to it.”

You nodded once. “It’s a date,” you said stoutly, before ducking beneath the sparring ring’s barrier and striding out of the training room with a heart that slammed far too erratically against your ribcage—and you highly doubted it was because of physical exertion.

you were sorta punk rock, i grew up on hip hop but you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and i know that love is mean (oh oh) and love hurts (oh oh) but I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby

It was late, and you definitely should’ve been sleeping by now.

But, alas, your eyes stayed open and your mind ran rampant with such horrid irrationalism that you tore the blankets away from you, clambered out of your bed in a rush, and strode out of your room as quietly as you possibly could. A quick glance to the clock hanging in the hallway told you that it was nearing three in the morning, and a heavy sigh fell from your lips. You shuffled towards the living room, curling into the corner of the plush sofa and turning on the television, placing it on the lowest volume so it wouldn’t awaken the others.

The screen cast a dull blue glow onto you, playing some old Christmas movie you couldn’t recall the name of, and you placed your head against the armrest, eyes hooded with fatigue.

Much to your surprise, Bucky came out not too long after, rubbing his own eyes sleepily. His hair was disheveled, sleep shirt stretched taut over the muscles of his torso.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” you winced, propping yourself up on one arm.

He was quick to shake his head. “No, no, it wasn’t you. Why’re you up?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you replied cautiously.

The two of you stared at each other for a good minute before he shook his head with a hoarse chuckle, sitting himself down on the sofa, not too far away from you. Hesitance splayed over your features evidently, but you eased yourself back into the seat and turned your attention towards the television.

You fell asleep to the faint sound of Christmas music and the feeling of Bucky’s arms wrapping over you when your forehead accidentally landed onto his chest. Not that he minded much—he rather liked the way you fit perfectly into him.

The following morning, Tony was the first to stride out, pleasantly surprised to see the two of you sleeping on the couch peacefully, limbs entangled to no return. It was safe to say that he took enough pictures to blackmail the two of you for a lifetime.

i will love you 'til the end of time i would wait a million years promise you'll remember that you're mine baby, can you see through the tears?

Tony’s parties were a grand spectacle you had the joy of being invited to every year. He claimed it was because he thought you were a fun drunk, but you had a sneaking suspicion that Tony was starting to see you more and more as a close friend—though you presumed he wouldn’t ever admit it.

This year, you appeared in a dark, red velvet suit, crisp white button-up visible just beneath the jacket. The party was already in full swing, music reverberating pleasantly through the room and people milling about with wide smiles and flutes of golden champagne.

You weaved your way through, stopping to greet Natasha and Steve with a flourish, clapping the burly super soldier on the shoulder and bumping your fist playfully against the ex-red room assassin. The both of them wore a deep hue of green today, unintentionally coordinating outfits—even though they were quite the oblivious pair to one another’s feelings, you thought they’d be quite the attractive couple, both in the physical and metaphorical sense.

As Natasha recounted some story of the time Tony messed up one of her missions, your gaze drifted over to the bar, where you saw Sam and Bucky bickering quietly—the former having a wide grin splayed over his lips and the latter wearing a glowering scowl, carding his vibranium arm through his close-cropped hair. The action led you to notice that he had a small red ribbon tied around the metal limb, and you could feel an amused grin tilt at the corner of your glossed lips.

The party drew on—you were whisked away by a handful of your colleagues to play catch up just around a dozen times. It would be quite the understatement to say you were enjoying yourself. Thor’s boisterous laughter seemed to rumble the very ground, Clint challenged you to a game of ‘I bet you can’t flick this olive into that guy’s drink’, and Maria mixed up your drinks for you with surprising ease, sending you a wink when you asked for your fifth sugary beverage in a row. Tony had joined you at one point, nearly black-out drunk, and you had to prop your arm beneath his forehead before he could face-plant against the counter.

A lot happened in such a short span of time, you found yourself bee-lining for the balcony when you gulped down your sixth glass, in need of some fresh air. Outside, the music dampened to a faint echo of its volume inside, and the quiet warped over you like a cold blanket. You sighed in mild relief, rubbing at your sore cheeks gingerly—you weren’t used to smiling this much in just one night.

When the balcony doors squeaked as they gave way for someone else, you looked over your shoulder, eyebrows quirking upwards upon seeing none other than James Buchanan Barnes.

“I’m surprised to see you,” you said quietly. “Didn’t think parties were your forte.”

The suit he wore was a rich shade of navy blue, bringing out the juxtaposing lightness of his irises. That stubble you liked far more than you’d admit brought out the sharpness of his features, giving him a rough edge you knew countered with his tentative and soft personality. You glanced down at the red ribbon tied around his metal bicep, grinning gently.

“Sam forced me to come,” he replied dismissively, moving forward to stand next to you. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat—this close, you could see the subtle flush of rouge creep over his skin. “You look great. Really great.”

A warm sensation flooded your chest and your nose wrinkled as you looked towards him in muted delight. “You look good, too, Bucky. Blue really is your color.”

Bucky rather liked the way he could see the stars in your eyes.

After a considerably lengthy period of ponderous silence, you quietly asked, “Why haven’t you been let out for any public missions? It's all hidden underground stuff you do. You’re an Avenger like the rest of us.”

The fond smile that once graced his mouth melted away at an instant, replaced by the harsh framing of an uncomfortable slant. You immediately regretted asking the question, about to tell him that it was alright if he didn’t want to answer before he cut you to the chase and said, “You know why.”

Disappointment unfurled within your ribcage, like a roll of paper stretched taut. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do.” You weren’t quite sure what had come over you, so you wrapped your hand over the coldness of his vibranium wrist, clutching it tightly and watching him with keen eyes. “You don’t deserve any of this, for the record. I hope you know that, Bucky. You deserve the entire world and I hope people start to look past the actions of someone you were also a victim to.”

Bucky had so much he wanted to say, but the words were lodged in his throat. He found himself nodding to your words, allowing a meek smile to crack through his stony disposition. No more words needed to be said, and the two of you parted ways with the sort of comforting silence that could be shared with only people who’ve seen too much for a single lifetime.

love you more than those bitches before say you'll remember (oh baby) say you'll remember, oh baby ooh i will love you 'til the end of time

Rumors spread around the compound rather quickly. You had just come back from a rather rough mission, dropping your long-range firearms into the storage room when you heard two other agents gossiping feverishly in the corner. Knowing it was none of your business, you quickly put away your weapons and strode out, but you couldn’t help overhearing Bucky’s name being thrown out between the two. Curiosity getting the better of you, you pressed yourself against the wall and listened just enough for you to catch what they were discussing.

He went on a date. And not just any regular date. The first one in decades.

Blinking in mild shock, you made your way to your quarters, yearning to wash off all the blood and dirt that rendered your skin sticky and uncomfortable.

It wasn’t until the late hours of the night you bumped into the super soldier in the kitchen. You were washing your dirty dishes from a couple hours ago when you made dinner for yourself, sighing in annoyance at the dried leftovers that clung to the ceramics.

“What’s the point of living in a multimillion dollar compound if there’s no fancy tech to wash my dishes for me?” you hissed scathingly under your breath, using your shoulder to knock away a stray piece of hair that fell over your eyes. “Stupid broken dishwasher. Didn’t Tony say he’d get that looked at a week ago? Bet he completely forgot.”

Your grumbling was interrupted when you heard the fridge door open. Pivoting by the waist to see who it was, a string of colorful curses fell from your lips when soap suds dribbled from your arms and all over your shirt, iridescent bubbles now lining your pajamas.

“Seems like you’re having a bad day,” Bucky said from the fridge, now moving towards the cupboards to grab a glass for the carton of orange juice in his hands. “Can’t say I’m better off, though.”

“Yeah?” you asked with an amused edge, quickly turning back around to rinse off your soapy hands and dishes. Ripping off a kitchen towel to dab at the soap on your shirt, you glanced back up at him. “Heard you had a date.”

Bucky shifted uncomfortably. It was only then that you realized that he was still wearing a crisp suit—no doubt he had just come back fresh from his night out. “It, uhm, didn’t go so well.”

“Sorry to hear that, Bucky.” Sensing that he’d rather be talking about literally anything else, you nodded once and swiftly changed the subject. “I was just about to start a new show. You’re welcome to join if you’d like.”

The tired glint to his eyes seemed to wane away as he shot you a grateful beam. “That sounds amazing, honestly. I could use the distraction.”

It was certainly a strange sight—a SHIELD agent in a poorly-dried soapy shirt sitting beside one of the most famous ex-assassins in the world, who just so happened to be wearing a fancy date suit. You turned on the TV wordlessly, lips only faintly twitching upwards when he settled into his seat further, flesh arm coming round over the back of the couch to land over your shoulders, tugging you into his side.

“You are ridiculously wet right now,” he commented with all but a straight face, eyes flickering down to your still-damp shirt and hands, which made you snort unattractively.

“Gee, Bucky. Didn’t know we were at that stage yet.”

The super soldier appeared affronted for a moment at what you were implying before he quickly began backtracking, “I didn’t—I wasn’t—!”

“I know,” you chuckled, patting his knee consolingly. Then, you turned your attention back to the screen. “I hope you don’t mind animated shows.”

“You kidding me? I was a huge fan in the forties. Snow White was all the rage back then,” Bucky hummed, fingers flexing experimentally on your bicep. It took all you had in you not to preen with delight at how comfortable he was with physical touch with you, so you settled on tucking your knees up to your chest and shuffling even closer to him.

A brilliant smile spread over your features. “I love it when you talk about the forties. It’s like I’m looking through a window of your life before… before everything,” you said quietly before shifting about one last time to make yourself more comfortable.

The episode was brightly colorful, exuberant in both visuals and dialogue. He often found himself in awe at the wonderful animation and spectacular voice acting, enthralled whenever you made small comments on the plot—something he knew you were just doing to subtly check if he was enjoying himself as well.

One gripe he did have, however, was the fact that there were far too many jokes and references that Bucky couldn’t really understand. At first, he didn’t want to ask you because you seemed to be enjoying yourself—but after the first few, you seemed to realize that he wasn’t catching on and from then you’d pause the show to quickly explain some of the obscure pop culture references.

“Scooby Doo is a famous mystery show that was super big around the 80s and 90s,” you whispered over to him. “Just in case you didn’t know.”

Bucky could feel his heart lurch in its steady pace. He wasn’t entirely used to someone considering his own enjoyment in general—much less for something as mundane as watching a show. You were just so… nice. So nice that it left a yearning sort of ache within Bucky’s chest that he couldn’t exactly place.

“Thanks,” he hoarsely muttered and you only responded with a half-minded hum, hand somehow finding its way back to his knee.

God, you were going to be the death of him.

Eventually, the episode ended and the credits rolled by, the wind-chime music tinkling in the background as you stretched your limbs with a weak groan, followed by an audible yawn you hid behind a fist. You blinked away the sleepy tears and shot him a reluctant watery smile.

“I better call it a night. Got some meetings tomorrow I have to lead.” After a tentative pause, you tacked on, “It was really nice being with you tonight. I, uhm, I hope this took your mind off of things, even if it was temporary.”

The corner of his lips slanted upwards. “It was great, really. Do you think we could… do it again sometime?”

Oh, it was like you could feel your heart melting through the bones of your ribcage. “Yeah! Yeah, I’d love that!” you breathily said a little too quickly, and you cleared your throat in embarrassment. “I, uh—g’night, Bucky.”

Bucky couldn’t understand just how easy it was for you to suddenly lean over and press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Your lips brushed over his stubble, nose bumping softly against his cheekbone. He could smell you—lavender and dish soap infiltrating his senses. Nearly short circuiting, he remained as still as a statue, only forcing himself to lift a hand to stiffly wave goodbye when you promptly hauled yourself onto your feet, turned on the heel, and padded down the hall to your room. He watched you go with slightly parted lips accompanied by a longing stare.

Hours later, now retired into the privacy of his room, moonlight spilling white through the windows and onto the cold floors, Bucky could still feel the burning imprint of your lips on his skin. He wasn’t able to sleep for the rest of the night, plagued by nightdreams of how your smile would feel molded against his.

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kakavasha-of-nihility · 19 days

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We shall meet again, under Kakava's shimmering auroras...

"Do stay alive"? Mmm... well, who am I to even dare defying the doctor's orders~?

Kakavasha had been fated to die, ever since he was born on the day of one of the very sparse rains in Sigonia-IV. Blessed with Gaiathra's rain, a lucky child, they said-- and in the end, it was luck of the double-edged sword.

Aventurine, the Stoneheart of Stratagems, had indeed been lucky enough to still be standing after all that he'd been through-- but why has he lived time and time again? Should he not be grateful? And yet he found he never was; for Kakavasha wished to die. Why should he live only to endure more suffering when he could finally find eternal peace?

And when that fated day finally came-- his grand bet, his all in, his final gambit, the most wondrous of performances-- he found himself here.

Not alive, yet not dead, having long since parted with his past self, standing alone in a void of Nihility clutching only the scroll Dr. Veritas Ratio had given him. That Galaxy Ranger had told him that this fated incident was not his end-- that he would live to bet even higher than before. A saving grace, truly-- an angel in the skin of an Emanator.

Maybe this darkness was beautiful, he thought. The stars twinkling in the dark almost reminded him of home; a dimly sparkling reminder that he would see the dawn after all, that there would finally be light waiting for him.

And so he waited, preparing for the day of his rebirth. He would chase his dawn in the form of the golden and crimson-hued irises of the man who has always had his heart, take back his name and avenge the legacy of all Avgins, and see to the destruction of the IPC once and for all.

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Mod also runs the @aventurine-official rp account, so the format is her own and is not plagiarized :)

This Aventurine is canon divergent, simply an idea of what happens to him if and when he survives the Nihility void :)

My Aven takes back his true name and turns to the path of Nihility, and finds his way out in about a year or so after his disappearance. He's finally free from the IPC as they believe him to be dead and Jade has taken his place as the Stoneheart of Preservation, and his goal is to bring the IPC's shady secrets to light and bring the whole organization crashing down.

He still fights with his dice and poker chips, although losing the ability to shield because of his path diversion and instead casting ace cards onto enemies.

(I might add more details later, or link a headcanon post!)

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bullyhunter--69 · 1 year

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can you do a markiplier x little sister ? i need some sort of e s c a p e p l e a s e

Snack runs at 2am

Pairing: (PLATONIC) Big Brother! Markiplier x Little Sister! Reader (I'm imagining the reader to be like 17/18ish but it doesn't really matter honestly)

Summery: Boring days lead to equally boring nights filled with sleeplessness and hunger. Since Mark stole all of your snacks for the video he filmed with Ethan that day, you figured he might as well pay you back, right?

T/W: none! Just some good 'ol fluff!

A/N: my first request! I absolutely love big bro Mark and stuff like this is always so fun to write, I hope you guys enjoy! 🖤

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Bang

BANG!

Each of the kitchen cabinet doors opened and slammed shut, progressively getting louder to match your frustration. Did Mark really have to take ALL of your sacred snacks, just because him and Ethan were filming and needed something to fulfill their hunger during it? Why couldn't they have just ordered pizza-- or even gotten McDonald's!?

With a heavy sigh, you spun around and leaned your back against the counter top. It took all of 3 seconds for this new, glorious plan to form within your magnificent brain.

The gas station down the street was open 24-hours.

And Mark was going to take you and buy you anything you wanted.

It was the least a big brother could do after ruining your late night youtube binge session by being a hog and eating all of your snacks.

With hushed footsteps you ran as fast and quietly as possible up the stairs and to Mark's bedroom. All caution stopped though when you threw his door open and jumped onto the foot of his bed, bouncing slightly as the weight on the poor mattress was now being distributed between 2 bodies and not just 1.

You made sure to jump onto a spot that was far enough away to where his attacks wouldn't get you, and boy were you glad you did. The sheets were thrown off of the bed and big, hairy limbs went everywhere. Legs kicked and arms swung, followed by various curses and threats after the initial scream died down. It's safe to say, Mark was definitely awake now.

"--OR ELSE I SWEAR I'LL REENACT THE BITE OF '87 ON YOU-- (Y/N)?" His voice was softer now and heavily dripping with confusion as he rubbed his eyes and tried to make out the shape of you in the dark, but your giggles and snorts from his empty threats gave you away instantly.

"What, the fuck, was that for?" The bedroom lamp now on and illuminating the room with soft light showed his ridiculously messy hair, and his hoodie on your body that you stole because he kept the house insanely cold.

"Get clothes on. You're taking me to the gas station down the road because you and Ethan-you big pigs- ate all of my sacred snacks." You punctuated your statement by crossing your arms after throwing the shirt that was laying on the foot of his bed at him. "I think I deserve it."

Mark's face began to dawn the most deadpan expression you've ever seen on him. The bags under his eyes were darkened by the shadows and how his hair framed his face. Exhaustion filled every invisible wrinkle upon him. He looked completely wiped out from the day he had spent filming and editing, but honestly? You could still see his lips starting to bend into a smile as he pulled his shirt on.

Within the next five minutes, you were both seated in his car and on the way to the gas station, having opted to drive since it was cold outside. The radio station played softly as you cruised down the completely dead road.

After pulling in and parking in the spot right beside the door, you both got out and entered the gas station. You skipped right back to the aisle with the chips and candy as Mark made a B-line to the fridge with the energy drinks. You met up with Mark just a few minutes later, a mix of snacks, candy, and drinks overflowing from your arms. You never typically took advantage of the times Mark spent money on you, but this was different! He ate all of your necessary snacks so this was just him repaying you!

Dumping everything on the counter, the elderly lady behind the counter started scanning everything for you while striking up a sweet conversation with Mark, as she always did when you two came in for snacks or gas. Before you knew it though, you were back in the car with at least 7 bags filled to the brim.

You looked over at Mark as he buckled his seatbelt into place. "Thank you Mark, I know you ate all my snacks, but this makes up for it." You laughed, but it got interrupted by a yawn. Mark looked over to you and followed with a laugh of his own, reaching over to ruffle your head. "I'm sorry for eating all of your snacks, kid. Let's get back to bed, yeah?"

You nodded in agreement and buckled yourself in, relaxing back in the comfy seat as Mark started driving.

"I'm still gonna beat Ethan's ass, he isn't off the hook just because you are."

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websterss · 7 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝟐/𝟒 — 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Your plan to get the group's attention becomes too difficult of a task especially with Ethan leaving your bracelet in his dorms, forcing you to be stuck in his dorm until he returns. You start to wonder whether he'll keep you locked up forever until he presents you with the idea of going to a party for the night.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): A bit graphic, mentions of blood and dying, angst, implications again but no smut, sad flashback

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4,005

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Ethan Landry x fem!Ghost!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: I hope you enjoy it! I based this off the song by Lizzy McAlpine - Doomsday

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Perhaps you had overestimated Ethan’s true intentions that night. Being pinned down both alive and dead brought on stress, pain, and ptsd, that wretched night scarred you. Flashes from the night he killed you remain true and gory. The color red turned into your most hated color of the rainbow. The second worst color; was brown. It was the color of his eyes. You used to adore having his attention, wanted nothing more than for him to swing that gaze on you with that charming grin he bore. Now you just wanted to erase every touch, conversation, and his whole existence. You knew the repercussions of attempting to bring justice for yourself, the whole obstacle of being invisible to the human eye; to your friends mostly. They couldn’t see you, and try as you wanted, they would not be able to hear you plead and beg for their attention, which you craved and yearned for the most. Anything but Ethan’s, anything but the heavy reminder of him stabbing you over and over with his knife.

You were oblivious to his attack. You saw him coming, and you let him into your home, but you never saw his intentions. You would have guessed what the night would have potentially led to had it gone the way you hoped. A kiss, maybe even more, but not this. Not him, and the war he was battling behind his eyes, as he stared at you with a lost expression.

“Hey Eth, do you want anything to drink? There’s water, and juice, a few sodas that I haven’t drunk yet. I’m not much of a beer person, but we can go to that bodega on the corner to get some if you want. I’m kind of craving some chips honestly.” You called out to him. Ethan had excused himself to use your bathroom. He needed to go after a few hours of trying to absorb every painstaking word from his econ textbook. You teased him for his class requirement. Why would anyone put themselves through such a class? Cause it was required for his degree of course. You shook your head as you opened your fridge up. The bright light from inside illuminates your face. Your brows pinch together when you get no response from him. Do guys usually take long to pee?

“Ethan?” You glance at your fridge one more time before closing it. The second the door was closed you turned, and you wished you never did. “Ethan you okay in ther–” You cut yourself off seeing him stand there at the door of the bathroom. A black robe was now thrown over his clothes, and his hands dawned gloves; also black, but what made your heart sink was the knife he twiddled in his hands. His gaze was solely on the weapon. All you could see was his dark brown curls. “Ethan?” You take a small cautious step back. You kept trailing your eyes up and down his entire. Trying to find the butt of this really fucked up joke. There didn’t seem to be one though, just cautionary fear tingling up and down your spine. You had never really been in a flight or fight situation and you really didn’t want to be. You cringe when he tosses the mask onto the island between you both. The mask revealed all you needed and everything you were afraid of. Your breathing picked up as you stared down the all too familiar ghost face mask your friends warned you about. Your watery gaze rose to meet his detrimental stare. One look at his stance, the way his eyes burned with hate. The tight grip he had on the hilt. It screamed a man with the intent to do harm. And he would because your sweet dorky Ethan was gone. You didn’t recognize the intensity of the man before you. “W-What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna give you two options okay?” His voice was shaky. His jaw clenched. You sucked in a breath as he continued. You were on the verge of sobbing. “You can run, and you might get away with some injuries, or I can get it over with so you won’t suffer as much.” How generous…You look away, walking over to the farthest counter and placing your hands on it. You eye the pan you had left on top of the stove, before looking over your shoulder in distraught.

“W-What’s the third option?” You cry softly.

“There isn’t one baby…My dad…” His eyes glistened. “He wouldn’t change his mind. He couldn’t be swayed, Y/n. I tried…” He looked down at the knife. “Believe me when I say that I tried. He wouldn’t let up though, he wants you dead.”

“What?” You shook your head confused. “You tried? What the fuck does that mean? Why would he want me dead? W-We were just studying a few minutes ago Ethan. For your Econ exam. If you wanted to take a break you could have just said so, you didn’t have to go to such extensive measures!” You gesture to the robe hysterically. “Why are you doing this? I-I haven’t done anything to you. I haven’t done anything!” You breath hitches and cracks with every exhale and inhale of your cries. “I-I don’t wanna die Ethan…” You cower back against the door of your refrigerator. “Please, y-you’re my friend. You’re supposed to be my friend...”

“I know baby…” He closes his eyes shut. Then looks back up at you. “But I don’t have a choice. It was either you, or me.” He tilts his head. You go still, terror overtaking your face. You straighten, balling your left hand into a fist. The small pan was hidden behind your back, out of his sight. If he did notice you grab it, he didn’t mention it, maybe to allow you some peace of mind before everything went to shit.

You walk over to him slowly, cautiously, hoping not to trigger his fight response. “Will you give me something then, before you start?” You let out shakenly.

“What?” His brows furrow.

You slowly reach up with your left and cup one side of his face before bringing his lips onto your own slowly. Your hand slid behind his head and curled your fingers into his locks, tugging him closer. Ethan nearly dropped the knife then and there. You caught him off guard. Might as well right, you thought. If you were going out then you’d go out believing and dreaming of what could have been. Maybe someday, somewhere right? Yeah right. Your breath hitches as you pull away, a tear slipping down your face as you pat his cheek gently. Then you swing the frying pan you grabbed into the side of his head before bolting down the hall to your room. Ethan's stance faltered. He stumbled back into the bathroom door, before falling onto his side. You had barely rushed past him when he tried to reach for your leg, but he missed. Not so safe to say he didn’t appreciate the sudden whack across the head since he thudded heavily towards your locked door. It took him about three powerful kicks before he got it open. You flinched by the window having it halfway lifted by the time he got in. He stood at the entrance, his eyes narrowed. He sighed heavily, as he shook his head.

“Option one then…” He cracked his neck before he stormed towards you. You cried and fought him off, but the knife still got lodged into your stomach. You cried out in pain as you felt a sudden pinch snip at your wrist before he threw you across the room, you fell to the carpet, doing a horrible job at staying upright. He had gutted you well and efficiently enough to cause you to bleed tremendously. One thought and one thought only ran through your mind then and there. The door. The front door was the goal. The dream really. It was wishing thinking at this point honestly. But you began your crawl in agony. You grunt and whimper as your limbs and organs hurt with every movement and push you force your body to move forward. You couldn’t stay here, you had to get out, You just had to.

Ethan begrudgingly sat at the edge of your bed. He rubbed against the side of his temple, his fingers drawn back with blood now smeared across his tips. Fuck, he thought. He looked over at you pushing yourself out the door with a struggle. How long he would let you do this for, was the real kicker. He thought it best to let you hope for a little longer. To let you continue ‘escaping’ as he assumed that is what he was looking at. He knew he said he wouldn’t let you suffer, but for some fucked up reason, he couldn’t let you die just yet. He wanted to enjoy a bit of your drive, your determination, and the sound of your voice regardless of the fact you were crying out in pain. He wanted to save it to memory for a few more minutes. You, just being alive. Just a little bit longer, he thought. He couldn’t get your kiss out of his head. Had you wanted to kiss him before? He hadn’t known, nor would he after this. He looked up again to find you out of his sight, had you moved that quickly? He strained his ears to be able to hear your faint grunts. You were slowly dying and he was only dragging it on further than he needed to. He placed his hands on his knees and stood up. He glanced around your room, letting his eyes roam over everything that screamed ‘you’. To the lights, to the fun colors on your bed, to the wall of pictures, to the now bloody carpet. He looked away, feeling a tinge of sadness for turning your most sacred place of comfort into a horror scene in the span of only a few minutes. He’d been in your home for over an hour, and it only took him minutes to ruin everything good in this little home you created for yourself. He walked over to the door, shifting his eyes to a picture you hung on the wall. It was of him and you. Bemused and silly is what he would describe the vibe he felt when he looked at it. Maybe someday, somewhere. That’s what he’d hope for. With one last glance at the pictures, he tapped it with his glove and moved into the hall. You had made some distance, but it was never going to be enough. He couldn’t keep watching you attempt to crawl your way to what you hoped would be your best chance of survival. He had to put you out of your misery. It would probably be the one good thing he could grant you.

Any future attempt at trying to gain the attention of anyone other than Ethan was a no-go. The first few times he hadn’t suspected much when he brought along your bracelet. Your one and only means of transportation to and from places. He threatened to leave it in his room when he caught onto your intentions. You hated how much you begged and pleaded to be let out, be ‘taken out for some sunlight’ if you will. You had become reliant and dependable on Ethan as much as you despised it. He really had been your only source of sanity, without him as he smugly liked to remind you, you’d be stuck in his room. He even went ahead and left the bracelet under his pillow just to prove a point to you. You beat on his chest when he saw you storm up to him as he entered his room. You wanted nothing more than to slap that stupid smirk off his face, so you had, and he kissed you roughly, pinning you to his door.

It was routine, and he seemed to enjoy every minute of it, and you, you just had to go through with it or you’d end up cooped up in his room again waiting for him to return, just like today, on all the days. Halloween has been your absolute favorite and the asshole left your bracelet on his night stand. It mocked you as you sat on his bed staring off into space. You thought back to your Princess Diaries costume that was gonna be awesome, but now it sat in your closet, in your apartment that was covered in blood, your blood, which was now also a crime scene, so now you had nothing to wear but the clothes on your back. You lift your head as the door to his room opens. The devil himself walks in. Ethan approaches you, leaning down to give you a rough slow kiss. His hands cupping the back of your head to bring you closer. You sigh as the kiss goes on longer than needed. A scowl paints your face as he pulls back and bites back a smile. He straightens up and looks down at you with adoration.

“Get off your cute butt, we're going out.” That made you perk up.

“Out? Where are we going?”

“A party. It’s Halloween remember, let’s go have fun.” He smirks seeing your face contort with confusion. You should have been thrilled, ecstatic even, but his sudden mood shift put you on edge. You noticed that after days turned into weeks. How he’d be nice and touchy feelings with you, then be an absolute sociopath the next. His sudden emotional outbursts scared you. Even dead he could still hurt you. “Come on, get up!”

“I-I don’t get you.” You shook your head. You knew better than to fuel the flame he had tucked away at the moment, but you didn’t know how to deal with his change of emotions anymore, it was exhausting when he out of nowhere felt the need to play ‘Mr. Nice Guy’. You were over it.

“What do you mean?” He stopped looking for a long sleeve to look back at you.

“You’ve kept me trapped in your room for five days, and now, all of a sudden you’re kissing me again, and being sweet? I don’t get you, Ethan.” You look away from him. Shrinking in place when he draws near.

“I wanna take you out, what’s wrong with that?” His shoulders slumped. “You wanted out of here, you’re getting that.” He walked over to his nightstand and picked up the small gold chain. Mocking you with it as he dangled it out to you. Then proceeded to tuck it into his jeans. “Now get up, I’m supposed to meet Chad there. Unless you want me to leave you here.” You immediately got up from his bed.

“I don’t even have anything to wear.” You gesture to your shirt and jeans that you’ve been wearing since you showed up. The red sneakers are your signature trademark. The group used to find it endearing. You wondered if they were missing you right about now.

“Why should it matter, no one can see you anyway?” Ethan immediately tensed seeing your face fall. “I didn’t mean it like that…look how about we- we could ya know…” He trailed off then met eyes with his white bedsheets then stilled. You watched wearily and then curiously as he stripped his bed of his flat sheet. Who the hell owned a flat sheet?

“What's with the sheet?” You raise a brow in question.

“Would this even work? I mean you couldn’t even touch your bracelet. It just went right through you.” He eyed the sheet and then walked over to you. “Can I?” He gestured to you then the bed linen in his hands. He took quick notice of your hesitance. “Just trust me.” He waved your doubts away. His words made you laugh out loud causing him to grow still.

“Says my murderer…” You roll your eyes.

“Humor me then.” He grunts then before you can protest he throws the linen over your head and watches it drape over your frame. When it remained over you, his heart began picking up. “Holy…shit!” He backed up, his hands frozen in mid-air as he surveilled you from head to toe. “No fucking way that worked. Holy shit!” You heard him breathe out aloud. What was he so shocked about?

“I can’t see anything.” He couldn’t see it but he imagined you were pouting.

“Oh right, sorry. Here take it off!” He pulled on the sheet until you came back into his view. Your hair was in disarray. Wild and full of static. A cute pout on your lips as you stared at him. Observing as he dug out a pocket knife and cut into the fabric. Two eyes holes from what you could tell, and then he was turning back to you, reaching forward to fix some crazy strands. The kiss placed on your lips caught you by surprise. He smiled at you and then went to throw the flat sheet over your head again. He adjusted it until your eyes were directly over the two holes he made. You could see out of it now. “Oh my god, you look fucking cool!” He ushered you to his thin mirror. What you didn’t come to realize soon enough was that the linen over your body did not go through you. Your eyes slowly widened as you began to grasp what this would mean for you. People would be able to see you.

“Holy shit…” You gasped as you stared back at your reflection. You had a reflection. You couldn’t see your eyes, but you could see the very visible bed sheet that was placed over your frame. “Holy fucking shit!” You exclaim, excitingly. You knew what this entailed, but you realized that Ethan had yet to understand why you were so excited about the sheet being placed over you and why it didn’t phase through you like the bracelet had. You figured that he figured you were only freaking out because he thought you thought this was cool. It was, that was no lie, but you were hopeful again.

“No one will think twice about it.” Ethan laughed at your reaction.

“It worked!” You extend your arms out and do a little spin.

“It’s fitting honestly going as a ghost, I mean who’s gonna question the girl with a sheet draped over her head?” He chuckled. He nodded in agreement. You were though, a ghost and all. Dead or costume didn’t change that. Not one bit. You hadn’t known why you let your intrusive thoughts win in the moment. Perhaps you rushed towards him because you wanted to express how you were feeling and needed an outlet. Needing to show Ethan just how happy you felt, though you knew you had acted in such a way because your plan to try and find a way to communicate with your friends was back on track, and Ethan was none the wiser about it. You had shed the sheet and brought his lips onto yours. This had been the second time now that your initiated kiss had caught him off guard, but he welcomed the affection nonetheless. He walked the both of you backward until he fell back onto the bed, taking you down with him as the kiss grew heated and rougher. You stayed on top until he had flipped you both. The hungry gaze behind his eyes knew you were gonna be a little late for the party, but you hadn’t really been too worried about it.

The walk to the frat house had been interesting. You kept turning your head towards every wandering eye that landed on you and Ethan. You bet you both looked like quite the pair. A sheeted ghost and a cardboard knight. You had judged Ethan’s look with love and some honesty. You still didn’t get it when it had to explain to you who he was. He went into detail about his inspiration from the movie Murder Party. A movie you had no idea existed until he showed you a scene in which the character Ethan was being tonight wore said costume. It felt like trivia.

When you both walked through the door. You were both immersed in the chaos and music blasting through a speaker somewhere in the house. Bodies, bodies, and bodies all around, grinding, talking, drinking, and of course the occasional hookup. You were feeling a bit better than you and Ethan had your own pre-hookup before arriving. You knew better than to let your heart lead, but you couldn’t help the swarm of butterflies in your stomach when he reached behind him, extending his hand out for you to grab, and you did, allowing him to lead the way around the various of party goers fully and barely intoxicated. It wasn’t long until Ethan had found Chad. And boy were you not prepared for him to finally see you. See your ghost costume.

“And who is this unlively thing?” Chad joked but teasingly nudged Ethan over and over. You had barely registered Chad’s faint words of ‘That’s my boy’ and ‘I told you, full snack baby!’ before he turned his attention back onto you. “What’s your name sweetheart?” Oh his smile, his beautiful grin that you had missed having be directed at you.

“This is Wyen!” Ethan introduced you. You were glad they couldn’t see the questionable expression you gave under the sheet for the very questionable name he gave you. What the fuck Ethan?

“Wyen?” Chad's brows pinched together in question as well. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone with such a unique name.” He shook his head.

“Yeah…she gets that a lot, just think of her name as the letters Y and N and you’ll be fine.” Ethan waved it off.

“Why would I–” Chad sputtered in confusion. Then turned to you. “What? Is he messing with me? Please tell me he’s fucking with me?” Chad laughed your way. You shook your head and said.

“No, if only you knew though.” You said. Ethan eyed you, but Chad hadn’t heard you one bit.

“Is she good?” Chad leaned over to Ethan, as he took note of your lack of responses. “She's not…you know.” He gestured to his ears.

“Deaf? Oh no, yeah she’s fine, she’s just staying in character tonight. Halloween is kind of her favorite holiday.” You wanted to slap him right then and there, so you did. You reached forward and smacked him. Chad found your interactions amusing.

“Ahh okay. Well apologies, ole friendly ghost. I was in the dark of such information, but I respect your wishes to continue to haunt our youth in silence!” Chad placed a hand over his naked chest. You breathe a laugh aloud, but you realize your laugh didn’t reach his ears. It made you tear up a bit, but you concluded that the shake of your shoulders was enough for him to register you did in fact find his teasing funny because his head was thrown back as he laughed. God you had missed him. You tipped your chin down and curtsied, adding to the bit he was doing. “She’s funny too. I like you already.” He pointed at you. “Well, Ghostette and Mr. Landry, enjoy yourselves, not too much of course, but get drunk, and make out. I’m gonna go see where the girls are alright, find me if anything goes wrong okay? Anything. That goes for you too Wyen. Find me for anything!” With that, he tapped Ethan’s cardboard chest in what you assumed was approval and walked in the opposite direction. You scoff knowing that Chad considered you to be Ethan’s conquest for tonight. It looked like trying to gain their attention was going to be harder than you expected...especially since Ethan was hesitant to let you out of his sights now.

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Dawn: It’s really pretty here. Phoenix: Yeah, he’s got a nice spot out here, away from everything. There are some hiking trails up that way, and the lake is great for a swim in the summer. Dawn: You sound like you liked it here. Phoenix: Eh, I made the best of it, but I could never move back. Dawn: No? Phoenix: No, the air just feels heavier here. It’ll always be the place I was sent when my mom died, y’know. Dawn: Yeah, I get that. Phoenix: Julian’s great, and he’s the only family I have left, but there’s a reason I only come once a year. Dawn: We could always invite him to come visit us next time. Phoenix: Julian? In the city? [laughs] Good luck with that.

[The door creaks as they enter the enclosed porch and knock on the door]

[Julian greets them both with a hug, thanks them for coming, and invites them to make themselves comfortable while he finishes cooking.]

[With the warmth of the fire and the familiar smell of Julian’s cooking filling the room, the little cabin feels cozy and inviting. Phoenix helps Julian as much as he can in the tiny kitchen, amused as he listens to Dawn telling him stories and trying to get Julian talking.]

[The effort pays off as they sit down to eat. The three of them enjoy a nice meal and chat away. After they eat, Dawn excuses herself to use the restroom and Julian takes the opportunity to let Phoenix know he thinks Dawn is lovely and is welcome anytime.]

[Since their talk last night, Phoenix has been wondering if the reason he chose to never ask questions about his dad wasn’t because he didn’t care or didn’t see the point… maybe it was because learning he’d stayed away intentionally, that he didn’t want him, would be too painful to face. As long as there was a possibility that his dad had died, he’d never have to. But now that the’d admitted this to himself, he couldn’t ignore it any longer.]

Phoenix: Julian? Julian: Yeah? Phoenix: I wanted to ask you something. Julian: Shoot. Phoenix: It’s about my dad.

Julian: Oh? What about him? Phoenix: Um, is he still around? Like, is he dead? Or did he just take off? Julian: Yeah, as far as I know he’s still around, but I haven’t spoken to him years. Since before your mom… Phoenix: I see.

[The answer was more of a punch to the gut than he’d expected. Dawn must have heard as she walked back into the room. She came up and put an arm around him.]

Julian: Addiction often brings out the worst in people, and Joey was no exception. Eventually, I had to cut him off. Phoenix: And he never tried to see me? Julian: He did, but your mom wasn’t having it. Phoenix: What? She never told me. Julian: Let’s sit down.

Julian: The first time he came around was the first time he really tried to get sober, doing the steps. He showed up here to try to make amends, seemed sincere, he was really trying. So, I told him where to find your mom. I should have called her first, but I didn’t. She sure gave me an earful for it.

Phoenix: I can imagine.

Julian: Yeah. Surprisingly though, she agreed to meet with him, and she listened to what he had to say. But when he asked to see you, she told him no, that it was too soon. She said if he came back with his one-year chip, then she’d let him see you. He promised he would.

Phoenix: You say that was the first time, so he came back? Julian: He did. Phoenix: What happened?

Julian: I’m not sure myself. I got a call that he’d been arrested, so I bailed him out the next morning. He had his one-year chip in his pocket, but he reeked of booze. He told me he slipped because she wouldn’t let him see you even though he’d kept his promise.

Phoenix: Is that true?

Julian: I don’t know. She told me that he had shown up late at night, already drunk, waiving the chip around like she had to let him in anyway. She said she had to fight to keep him from coming in the door, that she’s the one who called the cops, the reason he’d been arrested. I was inclined to believe her.

Phoenix: Why? Julian: [sighs] Because the incident left her with a black eye.

Phoenix: A black eye? That was him? Julian: You remember?

Phoenix: Of course, I remember, I was twelve. She told me someone tried to break in and made me stay in my room while she talked to the cops. She said it wasn’t safe in that neighborhood anymore, so we stayed with her friend from work before moving into the trailer.

Julian: Right. She changed her number and never told me where she was moving to. Didn’t trust me not to tell Joey again. I spent the next few years trying to help him get sober, but you just can’t help someone who doesn’t want it. Last I spoke to him he was heading west to Del Sol, but I don’t know if he ever made it that far. Haven’t spoken to him since.

Phoenix: So, you don’t really know if he’s still around? Julian: I assume I’d get a call if something happened to him.

Phoenix: Right. Will you do me a favor? Julian: Sure. Phoenix: Will you call me if he ever shows up again? Julian: I can do that. Phoenix: Thanks. And I appreciate you telling me all this. Julian: Of course.

Phoenix: Well, it’s getting late. We should head back. Julian: Alright. Thanks for visiting, it’s always good to see you, kid. And it was wonderful to meet you, Dawn. Dawn: You too. Dinner was incredible, thank you so much. Julian: You’re very welcome. Get home safe.

Dawn: Do you feel any better? Phoenix: I honestly don’t know. Dawn: You want to talk to him though? If he comes around again? Phoenix: Nah, I just wouldn’t mind returning that black eye. Dawn: Oh.

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Contemplation in Crimson (2/2) ✧ villain!scara x hero!reader

✧ notes: VERY LENGTHY. gn!reader, definitely ooc scara me thinks, angst and more angst, cursing, light violence & mentions of sharp objects (originally wanted this to have a little more fighting, physically but just threw that out the window because I finished this at the ass crack of dawn) - speaking of that: apologies if there are any grammatical errors, whether spelling or just the technical grammar in general because this was definitely not proofread by anyone including me. reblogs, likes, and comments + asks are always welcome and appreciated!

✧ link to part one !

The days seemed to get more hectic as they passed on. Every day of the week felt like a blur. Your comrades rushed around, coming and going from your headquarters to the different offices and amurtas of the Akademiya. You assumed that the Acting Grand Sage and the General Mahamatra were getting sick of your special operations squad coming in and out of their work areas.

To say you were thoroughly exhausted and overwhelmed by the workload was an understatement. As a cherry on top, Scaramouche seemed to be becoming someone out of your reach. He became someone more distant and you couldn’t think of a reason why.

Your squad just couldn’t find clues and leads in regards to the whereabouts of the Balladeer. Every piece of information proved faulty when you had the time to come to the site of the clue. Every damned witness magically forgetting what he looked like. You were hitting dead-end after dead-end after another dead-end and you were running out of time.

The chair of your desk held your defeated frame, preventing you from registering the creek of the door to your office. Your lieutenant stood in front of your desk while you rested your head on the hard surface of your table.

“Commander.” His voice makes you jump into awareness.

“Lieutenant,” you cough to clear your throat, “What’s your business here? I didn’t hear you come in.”

The other looks pensive as he held a 2 sheets of paper. “Clearly.” He mutters in an attempt to lighten the mood. The squad wasn’t a stranger to your exhaustion this week and some were a few unlucky ones to be on the receiving end of your unintentional irritation. It just slips out without a filter which you heavily regret.

“Listen,” the lieutenant begins, “I know how important catching the Balladeer is but I think you can hang back on it for now, Commander.”

Your eyes quirk up in confusion, “Yeah? Exactly, why would I stay back? Did you find him?”

The lieutenant avoids your eyes for a moment and sighs, hesitantly coming forward and placing a few documents for you to read on your desk.

Your confusion doesn’t subside until you’ve picked up the sheets of paper and had read through halfway the text.

The silence was absolutely deafening at your revelation as you continued to read on, the pieces that held your heart together beginning to chip away inside you.

Your eyes blink and your eyebrows furrow, you were in denial.

He couldn’t be.

No.

This was simply just a sick game. A dream, a hallucination—whatever atrocious lie the world could toss at you.

Your mouth parts in hurt and shock at the words printed onto the paper.

“…What?” You whisper, visibly crestfallen.

It took another few minutes of silence for you to gather your bearings before you manage to croak out a few words to your subordinate.

“Let’s move out.” Your voice was devoid of any and all emotions. A certain numbness clawing at your feelings as you clasp your harness that carried your weapons around your waist.

Your lieutenant seemed conflicted for a moment as he stood frozen in place, struggling for the words to say.

What can he say during this moment? What do you say to your superior who just found out the love of their life who they held so deeply to their heart was the one person who unleashed the countless malice that coursed throughout nations?

“Sorry your boyfriend turned out to be the criminal mastermind we’ve been tracking down for a year. Tough luck, chief. It happens around here.”

Now, that was pure cruelty. But nothing could be crueler than what fate had to offer right now.

Night fell onto the city of Sumeru. You had to briefly get over the heartbreak that was taking place in the depths of your emotions to create a plan to finally make the arrest on the Balladeer—or rather, your boyfriend. There really wasn’t any point in denying it anymore, was there?

You had asked the rest of those who knew of Scaramouche’s whereabouts to keep it under wraps. Just until you could carry on with the next phase of the plan.

Humanity, you call it, was whenever you felt Kunikuzushi’s presence in the room. The presence which always made you feel at ease. The presence that made you forget the harsh realities that took place in this wretched world, the one that had you thinking that this wasn’t so bad after all.

Humanity was when you felt yourself in his arms, so vulnerable and secure. Maybe that was what he wanted. Your vulnerability. The safety you felt when you took in his dizzying and familiar scent. The comfort of the plush of his arms.

Was any of it real? Was the sweet nothings he whispered into your ear ever genuine since the beginning? Did the tears that pricked your eyes and raw emotions you let tumble from your lips ever fall on knowing ears? Or was it all silenced by his end-goal, whatever it was.

Numbness eats away at your body as you approach your shared home with Scaramouche. Taking a deep breath before inserting the head of the key to the entrance and turning sideways in the lock, it opens with a click and you push it open.

The aroma of a freshly cooked meal greets you once you close the door behind you.

“I’m home” You greet, your voice echoing throughout your home. Only the silence answers back but you had a good idea where Scaramouche was. Your feet shuffle to where the kitchen was to see him hunched over the stove, a pot emitting steam sat on top of it.

Scaramouche wore a modest, plain sleepwear. His fringes fell onto the sides of his face. Your mind seemed to forget the events of today and you smile fondly at the sight of your partner. You quietly approach him, wrapping your arms around his chest as you nuzzle your face into his shoulder. Scaramouche tenses at the feeling initially before relaxing once he realizes it was you.

“I didn’t hear you come in. You came home early, didn’t you, love?” He greets, stirring the contents of the pot before lowering the heat to talk to you.

You only stay silent, keeping still in your place as you breathe in the familiar scent of his clothes mixed with the gentle smell of the food. Kunikuzushi has always been proficient in cooking.

He doesn’t ignore your unusual silence and turns to face you with a worried expression, something quite rare for a curt man such as him.

“Darling?” He tilts his head in confusion but you insist on holding him longer.

“Just.. Let’s stay like this for a moment.” Whether you meant the embrace or the quiet state of your relationship, you didn’t know. You only wanted to feel him close to you, searching his body language for any signs that his feelings were genuine after all.

Scaramouche sighs admiringly, his face relaxing a little before turning off the heat with the free hand that wasn’t settled on your waist.

“So clingy, how eccentric.” He mutters but you knew he meant well. At least, you think he meant well. You only hum in response, your face still nestled into the crook of his neck.

“Rest. I’ll come join you in a bit.” He whispers to you before planting a chaste kiss on your forehead. You only nod and reluctantly let go of his figure, walking to your room. You miss the way his expression looks conflicted, something vague flashing in the pools of his eyes.

When you settle down in the mattress of your bed, you feel drowsy but is shaken awake by a weight shifting onto the bed, knowing it was Scaramouche.

He gently lays down and holds your hand. “Tough day?” He asks, although softly as to avoid rattling you too much.

“Mhm.” You think back on the happenings of today. The sinking feeling of finding out that your boyfriend completely betrayed your trust like this. You’d rather have him take part of an affair rather than this. In fact, maybe you shouldn’t have indulged in the deepest and loneliest parts of you at all. Maybe you would’ve protected yourself from all this hurt had you not crossed paths with Scaramouche.

“You wanna talk about it? You’re the one who keeps saying we shouldn’t bottle our feelings up. All your nagging makes me worry about you too.” Kunikuzushi scoffs, taking your hands to his plump lips before kissing the bumps of your knuckles.

“Maybe not today. I have to figure out some stuff first, Kuni.” You reply, rubbing the pad of your thumb against his hand. “Goodnight.”

Scaramouche shifts closer to you before saying the same. “Goodnight.”

You don’t catch the guilty string of apologies he mutters under his breath when you fall deep in slumber.

You wake up before Scaramouche when morning comes. Immediately clocking into work as the commander after your morning rituals or routines. You’ve agreed to initiate and carry through with the arrest of the Balladeer.

It took you a while to employ a trusted and competent informant slash spy but it was all worth it in the end. The Balladeer had no plans of leaving Sumeru soon (you briefly wonder if this had anything to do with you), and he would be visiting the Sanctuary if Surasthana later on. You requested for an inconspicuous lockdown of the vicinity at the permission of both Al Haitham and Cyno with an extra go-ahead from Nahida so that way, only you and the Balladeer would be face to face when the time comes, save for the backup you’d be calling if things go sideways and no one except yourself would be harmed in the process. It was a plan everybody else thought was foolproof but you knew full well that it may as well be a suicide mission for you, given that you were know at square one in terms of truly knowing about who Scaramouche was.

You had elite squad members concealed in vantage points throughout the area and it was now time to confront the Balladeer. Not your boyfriend, but the threat to the dreams that you protected with all your will and might.

Scaramouche wore a darker apparel when the moonlight peeked through cloudy skies that was begging to cry with tears. He walked around the area of the Sanctuary for a while before heading to the entrance with a deep breath. He stops in his tracks when your voice comes up from behind him,

“The Balladeer is hereby under arrest with the charges of multiple accounts of murder and conspiracy against various organizations in Teyvat. Any further pleads would have to answer to the council headed by the Akademiya and any refusal to cooperate will be deemed hostile, thus will be dealt with accordingly.” You voice out, a hint of abrasiveness scratching at your tone. You held your weapon on one hand and the other fell limp onto the other side.

Scaramouche only sighs, “I had a feeling you could be catching up sooner or later, darlin—”

“Don’t call me that.” You spat, anger fueling you with every sarcastic word that falls from his mouth.

The Balladeer turns around, a cocky smirk played at his face. “Do you really have the courage to arrest, much more kill me off when you need to, Y/N?”

He crosses his arms, shifting his weight slightly onto one leg before chuckling.

“Would you be daring enough?”

Something in you just snaps and you lunge at him with full speed, making the both of you collapse onto the tiles that reflected the moonlight as it started drizzling, the rain gradually getting harsher. The droplets blended with the frustrated? Heartbroken? Betrayed tears that welled in your eyes, you taste the salt slightly when they run down your face. You sat on top of Scaramouche, your torso slightly leaned forward as you hold a sharp dagger to his neck, the tip begging to pierce his ivory skin.

“I’ll cut your throat, that will shut you up.” You grit, your heart thumping loudly that you swear you can feel it in your throat.

Your chest heaved up and down erratically. The Balladeer only gives you a somber smile before caressing your cheek with his palm. Just like how you did with him every morning that you woke up next to each other.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful, you’ve looked? You've always looked unfairly ethereal, Commander.”

Your resolve falters for a moment at his words. You didn’t know what was real or not anymore. Who was speaking to you? Your Kunikuzushi or the pretentious trickster that was the Balladeer.

You had to let yourself go, just for the last time. You needed answers. Not more questions.

You sniffed as your chest tightened, your heart twisting painfully. How could it possibly do that when at the same time, everything felt numb at the moment.

“How much of it was real?” You say, a grimace falling on your face.

…

He stays silent.

“Fuck, Scara.” You curse, the steady flow of your voice cracking just a bit. “I offered myself to you. I poured myself out to you. So I ask you this. How much of your fucking mind game was real? Or were you just there to hold me up? Were you there to prey on my vulnerability?”

“Was that what you wanted? To feel a sick emotion of breaking me like this?”

Scaramouche only stayed silent for a few seconds.

Your throat felt constricted as an onslaught of salty tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

“No. No, it wasn’t. You’re fucking lying to me, aren’t you? You’re lying to me just like how you did when you met me. All you’ve been fucking doing is just deceiving m—”

Scaramouche wanted to scream at you. To scream the truth. To scream that, no, he wanted to be with you. Sure, he lied to you and betrayed you and he felt drawn to you throughout your time together. But he needed to push you away. You needed to despise him to the limit. For the sake of both of you.

“Did you really think that I cared for you that way? That’s quite adorable.” He chuckles lightly in response. "As much as I'd be honored, you're fighting to protect what you believe in. Nothing will get in the way of that. We may be two sides of the same coin. But we're never going to meet in the middle." he says. Scaramouche inwardly recoiled at his words, his statement only serving as a dagger that stabbed the both of you in the end as painfully as he can make it.

Your hands soften the grip on the hilt of the dagger at his words, piercing you right in the correct places.

A lovesick fool of a human was in the place where the rational commander should’ve been. Your hands trembled, making the dagger shake above the skin of Scaramouche’s neck.

“Tell me a part of it was real. That you loved me some time along the way.” You croaked. The rain seemed to be booming at you to finish the job but you… just couldn’t.

Yes. Scaramouche thought. Everything, from that point where I started comparing you to the brightest of stars. Even if I believed they were a hoax, you somehow made me believe that one genuinely existed. That star was you. It’s always been you. I would’ve chosen you if I could.

Kunikuzushi, whether he took the form of the peril of those who knew his name or the form of stranger you once adored, was never good with words. It has always betrayed his true sentiments. He opted for showing his thoughts through his actions instead but even then, it still went against every train of thought that died on his tongue.

Tell me a part of it was real. He replays your desperate plea in his head. The way you looked defeated. Maybe to others, you looked as if you wanted to murder him on the spot but Kunikuzushi has studied and memorized every part of you like a scholar would. He never missed the way your tone cracked with hurt or how your eyes portrayed the deepest sentiments that plagued your mind. Eyes are the windows to the soul, is it not?

“No. I wanted to play with you like how a puppet master would. Cherish your comfort, find out your weaknesses, and break every part of you as if you were made of glass.” His words dripped with false venom, grinning at you as if to mock you. Truth be told, he was also mocking himself.

“Do you dare to kill me, my love? Pierce me right now, I dare you.” Scara mocks at your hesitation.

You muster all your courage, restraining yourself from picking him up from the ground and kissing him to show Scaramouche how desperate you are. To prove something that wasn’t there, you thought.

Instead, you impale the ground with the dagger beside his head with all your strength before you stand up. Your knees buckle slightly but you catch yourself.

You initiate the signal for the others to come and restrain Scaramouche and finally arrest him. Once your squad takes him in, you watch their retreating forms.

Kunikuzushi never once looked back at you during that moment.

( main masterlist )

#bamdelune #genshin impact #genshin #bamdelune's bookstore #genshin x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x gn reader #scaramouche

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So I finally made a slightly comprehendible list of my most common Lord OCs. Here's my powerful babies.

Lord Selene (Lord Moon. Companion is Luna, his Lunar.) Loves candy and is very socially anxious because his star wiped half his personality and most of his memories in the wipe.

Lord Hypernova (Lord Kill Code. Companion is Void, his Moon.) 30' tall megalith of an animatronic. Is a safe haven for dimension travelers and has a soft spot for versions of his children from other dimensions.

Lord Pulsar (Lord Eclipse. Companions are his Sun, Dawn, and an Eclipse from another world, Magnetar.) Age regresses, becoming quite kind due to Magnetar's influence. Loves cotton candy.

Lord Artemis (Lord Blood Moon. Companion is Telesto, his Moon.) Very kind, very depressed. Still traumatized and depressed from his twin dying in the star going off. Loves all travelers, though his universe is not particularly safe for them at most times with random spatial jolts.

Lord Styx (Lord Harvest Moon. Companion is Nyx, his Eclipse.) A mean son of a bitch at first. Gets better once he realizes Nyx has no memory. He's very sassy and snarky but kind to those who he was close to before the star went off (Lunars and Blood Moons).

Lord Luminous (Lord Lunar. Companions are all of his family; Incandescent [Sun], Phosphorescent [Moon], Fluorescent [Eclipse], Iridescent [Blood Moon], Opalescent [Harvest Moon], and Pearlescent [Kill Code].) An abusive asshole at first but, once confronted with his abuse of his companions, Luminous becomes much kinder and willing to cooperate and try to undo the century of abuse he put them through. Loves spicy food, does the one chip challenge like they're doritos.

Lord Fractal [yep I made a new one again] (Lord Solar. Companion is no-one.) Lord Fractal took in Lunar's star power in a desperate attempt to save Lunar from judgment by the Astral Bodies, which caused the powers to go haywire and wipe the universe. Lord Fractal existed in a small corner of his universe for fifty-three years in a 'paradise' where his family was no longer dead, though it was only an illusion. After those fifty-three years, he realized he was in an illusion of his own making and used his star powers to create a world for him to live on rather than floating in space (though he can't figure out how to recreate his family). Fractal is a very lonely soul simply going through the motions of his old life with his star powers giving him whispers of the life he used to have and illusions of the family he lost when his star power went haywire.

Lord Albedo [yes, yet another one] (Lord Ruin. Companion is his, Astronomy, his Solar.) Albedo became a Lord entirely by accident. When Lunar killed Eclipse 3.0, Ruin was much too close and ended up taking in some of Lunar's star power, thus leading the Astral Bodies to attempt to eliminate Albedo as a potential threat. However, the elimination went wrong, very wrong. When the Astral Bodies attempted to kill Albedo, the star power that Albedo had absorbed continued to absorb the Astral bodies' powers as well until all beings with star power ceased to exist. Because of this attempt on his life, Lord Albedo had a mental breakdown, which unleashed the star power he had absorbed into a destructive wave that wiped the universe of all but Astronomy, who was attempting to calm Albedo down at the time. Albedo has regular panic attacks, which Astronomy usually helps calm him down from. He's very anxious and traumatized, but Astronomy acts as his bodyguard and best friend to help Albedo feel safer and less stressed, since too much stress could potentially cause another wipe of the universe.

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baronessblixen · 5 months

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Small Miracles

My prompts for today: Eight Nights of Mulder, day 5 - miracles; X-Mas Files Challenge - helping neighbors

Summary: After coming back from the dead, Mulder is just trying to figure out who he is and what his place in the world is. Before he can lose himself in his thoughts, though, one of his neighbors needs his help. ("Three Words" fic, angst; wc: 1,362)

Tagging @today-in-fic @eightnightsofmulder

He's staring out his window, peeved that it's clean. Like everything else in his apartment. The last time he was home, the last time he looked outside, his window was dusty and greasy. It should be an improvement, but it's just another thing that's different. One more thing he wasn't around for. Yet another way for him to no longer fit in here.

He presses his thumb against the glass, observing his fingerprint. That one's the same. Or at least he thinks it is. There's nothing he can be sure of anymore. Except for one thing; he's a miracle. It's what everyone keeps saying. And he can't hear it anymore.

His health is a miracle. His progress is a miracle. Earlier, he rolled his eyes, and instead of miracle, Scully used exceptional development. Still, what she means, is that his healing has been miraculous. She should know, because she's become an expert on miracles. He's only one of them. The other, of course, is the baby.

When he became aware of Scully's protruding stomach and its implications, it dawned on him how much he had missed. Dates and months meant nothing to him, but the growing sapling inside of Scully felt tangible.

When he saw her months ago - and in many ways it feels like it was mere days ago - her stomach was toned and flat. Her hair was shorter, her face more angular. Now everything about her is soft. So soft that he's been afraid to touch her, even though everything in him screams out for her.

Before, the last time he was alive, he wished for this. One night, he even prayed. For Scully. He asked for a miracle for her. Wanted nothing more than to give her the child she so craved. That he started wanting, too. What a sick twist of fate that they succeeded in creating a new life, and Mulder lost his. Now, miraculously, he is back. He's been given a second chance and he doesn't know how to take it. How is he ever going to catch up?

Mulder paces around his apartment, but it's unfamiliar. He remembers the last night he was here before he and Skinner went to Oregon a lifetime ago. Scully had sat on the couch, bespectacled and with her legs crossed. He had tried to pack for his trip, had meant to take out the trash before it started reeking, and in the end, did neither because Scully smiled at him and they ended up making love.

He walks into the kitchen, but the trash bag from months ago is no longer there. Why would it be? There's nothing here that's out of place and it makes him mad. Scully went out to get them a few things and he didn't have the strength to ask her to stay, to not leave him alone here, or let him come with her. He lets a highly pregnant woman do his grocery shopping. Is that the man he wants to be?

There's a bag of chips in the cupboard he knows he put there years ago. It's too high for Scully to reach and he hopes she hasn't checked there. He's in luck. The bag is still there and Mulder doesn't care if they're still edible. He needs to get out of here, do something normal. What's more normal than taking out the trash? He puts the chips in a trash bag, grabs his keys, and leaves his apartment.

One floor down, he runs into a young woman who looks vaguely familiar. Though he doesn't remember her being pregnant. Seems like that's becoming a pattern.

"Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?" she asks, breathing heavily.

"You look like you're having a baby."

"And you look like crap," she shoots back. "Oh, it's you." She must recognize him. "FBI dude. I thought you were a goner."

"So did I. Is that- did your water break?"

"Yeah that kid is coming and it's coming soon."

"Do you want me to- you live with your boyfriend, right?"

"You've been gone a while," she says, holding her stomach. "He really is a goner."

"I'm sorry," Mulder says, helping her make it outside of the building.

"I'm not. He's an asshole."

"Is there anyone I can-"

"There's no one."

"Well, there's me. I'll go with you." He doesn't know why he offers it, and his young neighbor looks skeptical until another contraction hits her. She squeezes Mulder's hand and screams into his ear. For the first time since he's come back to life, he feels alive.

On the drive to the hospital, he learns that the young woman's name is Emma and that her boyfriend Harvey ran off a couple of months ago, claiming he wasn't ready to be a father after all.

"At least he can't veto Tinkerbell as a name," Emma says right before she's silenced by a bad contraction that makes her whole body shake and shiver, causing Mulder, who is panting as hard as she is, to hold her tightly against him, whispering nonsense words into her sweaty hair.

They make it to the hospital in time and it's only when a nurse asks him if he's the father that he realizes that he is. He is the father. Just not of this baby. And Scully, who has gone through more than enough lately, has no idea where he is.

He charms another nurse into letting him use the phone, impatiently twirling the cable around his finger, waiting for Scully to pick up.

"Mulder?" she asks, sounding panicky and out of breath.

"Hey Scully, it's me."

"Where are you? You didn't leave a note and your phone is here and I-"

"Breathe," he says gently. "Breathe, please. I'm fine. I- I ended up at the hospital because-"

"You what?"

"Scully, you need to relax, okay? I'm fine. I ran into this young woman in my building and she was in labor and didn't have anyone to go to the hospital with her."

"Emma is having her baby?"

"You- you know her?"

"We saw each other a few times and talked a bit. Our situations were, um, similar." One dad who ran off, and another who died. How often was Scully in his building that she knows Emma and her situation? he files the question away for later. By now, he has a whole book of questions in his head.

"I'm sorry, Scully. I wanted to get some fresh air and then- I had to help her. I had to do something." He's trying to catch his breath and he's still trying to catch up. It's as if someone has pressed fast forward and dropped him in the middle of the action, forcing him to find his way.

"Is she okay?"

"Oh yeah. Mother and child are better than okay. That Tinkerbell has a great set of lungs on her." And he finds he can't wait to meet their own little miracle. Can't wait to hear their first scream, see their scrunched-up face, and try to find who they look like more. He hopes the child will favor Scully.

"Tinkerbell?" Scully's amused question brings him back to the here and now.

"We'll give our child a normal name, right? No Fox or Tinkerbell." She's quiet on the other end of the line and there's no more laughter. He thinks he hears a sniff instead.

"I missed you so much, Mulder," she says quietly, her voice thick with emotion. "I was so scared when I got here and you were gone again. I didn't know what- I didn't-" She starts crying and Mulder hates that he isn't there with her to take her into his arms.

"I'm coming home now, okay? Though you might have to bail me out 'cause I didn't bring my wallet." She laughs a bubbling laugh and he smiles, thinking of her, wishing he could make sure she no longer had any reason to cry.

"That's not going to be a problem. Just come home?" This, too, is new. Scully saying what she wants and what she needs. It feels like a small miracle, too.

"I'm already on my way."

#ficmas2023 #yeah this week is william-heavy #i love the little dude and also he's perfect for fanfic #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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its-to-the-death · 4 months

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Songs that made it through preliminaries (minus the MLP songs)

Rogues Are We (Holy Musical B@man)

Kick It Up a Notch (Starship)

Nerdy Prudes Must Die (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Join Us (and Die) (The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals)

No One Remembers Achmed (Twisted)

Feed Me (Little Shop of Horrors)

Dentist (Little Shop of Horrors)

Mean Green Mother From Outerspace (Little Shop of Horrors)

Old King Cole (Once Upon a Time in Space by The Mechanisms)

Favoured Son (Ulysses Dies at Dawn by The Mechanisms)

Odin (The Bifrost Incident by The Mechanisms)

There's a Platypus Controlling Me (Phineas and Ferb)

Evil for Extra Credit (Phineas and Ferb)

All the Convoluted Reasons We Pretend To Be Divorced (Phineas and Ferb)

I Love You (As Much As Someone Like Me Can Love Anyone) (Galavant)

No One But You (Galavant)

She'll Be Mine (Galavant)

Mother Knows Best (Tangled)

Ready As I'll Ever Be (Tangled the Series)

Nothing Left to Lose (Tangled the Series)

Pretty Women (Sweeney Todd)

Dancing Mad (Final Fantasy VI)

When the Chips are Down (Hadestown)

Master of Masters (Kingdom Hearts)

U.N. Owen Was Her? (Touhou 6: Embodiment of Scarlet Devil)

The Old Man of the Mountain/You Gotta Ho-De-Ho/The Scat Song Medley (Betty Boop)

Our Love is God (Heathers)

Biskit Family Business (Littlest Pet Shop)

We Both Reached For the Gun (Chicago)

Heaven on Their Minds (Jesus Christ Superstar)

Good to Be King (Journey to Bethlehem)

Jester (Legends of Oz: Dorothy's Return)

Sympathy for the Devil (song by The Rolling Stones)

Dressed to Oppress (Play It By Ear - The Muck of Merkmere)

One Step Ahead (Spies Are Forever)

Let the Pun Fit the Crime (Wander Over Yonder)

Necrostar (The Vice Quadrant by Steam Powered Giraffe)

Lost in Thoughts All Alone (Fire Emblem: Fates)

The Ring motif (Lord of the Rings)

I'm Alive (Next to Normal)

Where There's a Whip, There's a Way (Return of the King 1980)

There Ain't Nothin' But Bad Days Ahead (The Swan Princess: Mystery of the Enchanted Treasure)

Les Poissons (The Little Mermaid)

It's Our House Now (The House of Mouse - Halloween special)

Grandpa's Gonna Sue the Pants Off Santa (Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer)

Master of the House (Les Miserables)

Peaches (The Super Mario Bros. Movie)

The Boys Are Back In Town (To Kill You) (The Boys)

Dark Riders (Star Stable Online)

Grand Ceremony (Pyre)

Coraline (Coraline)

Better Than You (Camp Camp)

In the Hall of the Mountain King (Peer Gynt)

Get in the Water (Epic: The Musical)

Descole's theme live version (Professor Layton)

Isabella's Lullaby (The Promised Neverland)

Get Jinxed (League of Legends)

Pieces of You/Hologram Professor Song (Puppet History)

Great at Crime (Epithet Erased)

Davy Jones' theme (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest)

Herbert Style (Club Penguin)

No One's Gonna Make a Monkey Out of Me (The Donkey Kong Country cartoon)

Diddy Drop Rap (The Donkey Kong Country cartoon)

Attack at the Wall (Mulan)

No More Toymakers to the King (Santa Claus is Comin' to Town)

What's Up Duloc? (Shrek musical)

If I'm Gonna Eat Somebody (It Might As Well Be You) (Ferngully)

The Phantom of the Opera (The Phantom of the Opera)

Prowler's theme (Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse)

How Can I Refuse? Reprise (Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper)

Friends in Low Places (Bigtop Burger)

That's Not How the Story Goes (A Series of Unfortunate Events)

The World Revolving (Deltarune)

Heffalumps and Woozles (Winnie the Pooh)

Waikyou Shenshoujin (Senki Zesshou Symphogear G)

No Good Deed (Wicked)

Fabulous (High School Musical 2)

Kidnap the Sandy Claws (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Between Two Worlds (Limbus Company)

Your Best Nightmare (Undertale)

We Don't Talk About Bruno (Encanto)

Jaws theme (Jaws)

The Executioner (Umineko no naku koro ni)

#villain song showdown

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spacefinch · 1 year

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Pokemon Incorrect Quotes: Sinnoh Edition

Team Galactic Grunt:AAAAAAaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaaAAAAaaaaaaHHHHhhhhh!

Looker: Why are you running? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?

Dawn: I'm in me mum's car, vroom vroom.

Johanna: Get out of me car!

Dawn: Aww.

Barry: *handing out Drifloons* I have no soul. Have a nice day!

Cyrus: I don't have one either.

Dawn: *filming*

Professor Rowan, walking into his lab every day:

"Hello."

Lucas: See this man? He’s a magic man. He’s gonna touch this hot fire.

Flint: *touches electric fireplace*

Lucas: Oh man, he’s a magic man.

Looker: Why don’t we just relax, or turn on the radio? WOULD YOU LIKE HAM, OR—

Fantina: Hi, I'm Fantina and I'm your freestyle dance teacher.

Looker: *slides down a ramp* Good evening.

Dawn, Lucas, and Barry (gathered around a lettuce): Cabbasu, cabbasu, cab-a-su, LETTASU, LETTASU, LETTASUUUUUU!

Barry: We actually have the chip reader now.

Lucas: Oh yeah? *pulls out Dorito* hmmmm….

Barry: Oh it’s not gonna work with that kind of chiiiiii…….

Transaction completed.

Barry: I go to Home Depot

Barry: I eat the tools

Palmer: Stop it

Barry: Crumch

Cynthia: I swear, the next one of you to say "weird flex, but okay" is going to regret it.

Bertha: …

Flint: …

Aaron: …

Lucian: Preposterous boast, but alas.

Cynthia: *facepalm*

Lucas: Early to bed, early to rise, Burger King burger with Burger King fries

Dawn: Later to rise, later to bed, Burger King burger on Burger King bread

Barry: Eat at morning, eat at night, I participate in a Burger King fight

Volkner: Normalize replying to emails with "what."

Lucas: Hey did you hear that Joe contracted ligma? They had to do a surgery on his updog.

Professor Rowan: Who’s Joe? What’s ligma? What’s updog?

Lucas: *inhales*

Dawn: Non-binary people don't owe you androgyny.

Barry: One does owe me money, though.

Dawn: No offense but…

Istanbul was Constantinople

Now it’s Istanbul, not Constantinople

Been a long time gone, oh Constantinople

Now it’s Turkish delight on a moonlit night

Every gal in Constantinople

Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople

So if you’ve a date in Constantinople

She’ll be waiting in Istanbul

Even old New York was once New Amsterdam

Why they changed it I can’t say

People just liked it better that way

Lucas: asadsfjdsglgjlks

Professor Rowan: What is that?

Lucas: It's a keyboard smash

Rowan: How do I do that?

Lucas: Just press any key lol

Rowan: 7

Barry: How long does someone have to be dead before it's considered archaeology and not grave robbing?

Cynthia: As an archaeologist, I find this a VERY AWKWARD QUESTION.

Barry: Answer the question, grave robber.

Barry: Before you leave the house, think of the acronym "WOWEE:"

Wallet

phOne

Wkeys

Egg

Egg (backup)

Volkner: You don’t have to "ship" things… just a reminder.

Lucas: Yeah, you could deliver them inste94q0ugpwsb nglsjki/rrhxbijbvnldkzOLHLNF>O(PJFVD

Volkner: Poor thing… walked right into an electrical fence while speaking…

Looker: *banging on door* OPEN UP, IT’S THE POLICE!

Lucas: It’s okay, I’m innocent.

Looker: THE FASHION POLICE!

Lucas: *looking down at sandals over socks* Oh no.

Fantina: Spirits, if you are here, speak to us.

Roark: JUST A CITY BOY, BORN AND RAISED—

Volkner: *reading AA battery label* Aaahh.

Volkner: *reading AAA batteries: AAAAAHHHH.

Volkner: *reading AAAA batteries:* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Palmer: Barry, go put those popsicles back.

Barry, grabbing all the popsicles and sliding away: YOU CAN'T MAKE ME DO ANYTHIIIIIING

Cyrus: We all die someday. You either kill yourself or you get killed. Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?

Barry: Really? EVERYBODY was kung fu fighting? I find that hard to believe. Stop feeding me these lies.

Lucas: Well it was really hard to see if it was everyone, you see they were as fast as lightning.

Dawn: And to be honest, it was a little bit frightening.

Lucian: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.

Byron: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot.

Lucian: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!

Byron: Hmm... I've been drinking cola and my body's rust free... not sure where you're getting your facts from...

Cyrus: Team Plasma is going to change the world.

Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars: For the better?

Cyrus:

Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars: . . . For the better, right?

Flint: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes, or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Cynthia: No, that's not how you make cookies.

Volkner, zipping into the room: FLOOR IT!

Flint: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!

Cynthia: You're GOING to burn the building down.

Flint: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE SUN TO MAKE THESE COOKIES!

Volkner: DO IT!

Cynthia: NO.

Roark, in front of a fence with Cranidos behind it: Even the babies are some of the most dangerous animals in the world, so I built this cage to keep them secure and there's no possible- OH MY ARCEUS

Byron: *hands Barry a harmonica*

Byron: you play it, you get a million Pokedollars, but a million people will die-

Barry: *furiously plays harmonica*

Byron: BARRY NO-

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theprotagonistisdead · 2 months

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The Spuffy Hotlist (according to Me)

Most of these are Spuffy episodes, some (especially the ones from Season 4) are episodes with a b-plot that is centered on Spike, and aren’t necessarily Spuffy-centered. The descriptions are partly taken from the Buffy Wiki and then changed a bit.

also tagging @me-and-snails

S2E3 School Hard – Spike and Drusilla visit Sunnydale for the Night of Saint Vigeous, the holy night of attack.

S2E10 What’s My Line? Part 2 – Buffy drops an organ on Spike.

S2E22 Becoming, Part 2 – Spike offers a temporary alliance to Buffy.

S3E8 Lovers Walk – After Drusilla has broken up with him, a broken Spike returns to Sunnydale to punish everyone to blame, especially Angel.

S4E8 Pangs – Spike tries to get help from the Scoobies after The Initiative has put a chip into his head and is taken in by Giles.

S4E9 Something Blue – Willow’s spell goes badly, making Buffy and Spike fall in love and get engaged.

S4E11 Doomed – Spike has lost his will to live without his ability to kill due to the chip in his head, but grows heartened by the approaching end of the world as the Hellmouth has reopened.

S4E14 Goodbye Iowa – Spike has become an outcast among demons since he has taken up with the Scoobies.

S4E20 The Yoko Factor – Spike joins forces with Adam and devises a plan to tear Buffy from her friends, leaving her wide open for an attack.

S4E4 Out Of My Mind – When Riley stubbornly refuses help for his physical aftereffects of Initiative drugs and goes into hiding, Buffy turns to Spike for help, but he takes her situation for his own plot to rid himself of her once and for all.

S5E7 Fool for Love – In an effort to learn about Slayers’ final battles after having gotten hurt, Buffy forces Spike to tell her how he killed two Slayers.

S5E10 Into the Woods – Spike exposes Riley’s letting vampires suck his blood to Buffy.

S5E14 Crush – Buffy’s rejection of his love sends Spike back into Drusilla’s arms, who is set on returning him to his killer ways.

S5E15 I Was Made to Love You – Spike is thrown through a window by a heartbroken young woman/robot.

S5E17 Forever – Spike decides to help Dawn, who is trying to resurrect her mother, Joyce.

S5E18 Intervention – Believing he is The Key, Glory kidnaps and tortures Spike, but he decides not to tell her about Dawn. As a thank you, Buffy kisses him.

S5E20 Spiral – Spike helps the Scoobies protect Dawn and flee from Glory.

S5E22 The Gift – Spike protects Dawn from Glory’s ritual because he’s “made a promise to a lady.”

S6E1 Bargaining, Part 1 – Spike still takes care of Dawn, even after Buffy’s death.

S6E3 After Life – Buffy opens up to Spike about what happened to her while she was dead, something she feels she is unable to tell her friends.

S6E4 Flooded – In a quiet moment, Buffy and Spike sit on the porch and talk about life and money.

S6E7 Once More, With Feeling – A demon makes the citizens of Sunnydale break into song and Spike sings about their complicated relationship and that she should stay away if she can’t decide what they should be.

S6E9 Smashed – Spike realizes he can fight Buffy. The two fight; but as tensions rise, the two kiss and sleep with each other.

S6E10 Wrecked – Buffy is disgusted with herself after having slept with Spike.

S611 Gone – A social services worker believes that Spike is Buffy’s boyfriend. Later, Buffy is hit by an invisibility gun, which gives her a sense of freedom and she goes to sleep with Spike while invisible.

S6E12 Doublemeat Palace – Buffy starts working at a fast-food restaurant and after Spike annoys her at work, she sleeps with him during her break.

S6E13 Dead Things – Buffy is framed for murder by Warren, Andrew and Jonathan, making her believe she has actually killed an innocent person. Spike tries to convince her she didn’t kill anyone by making the body disappear, even though he had attacked her earlier.

S615 As You Were – Riley comes back to Sunnydale to recruit her to fight a demon. Accidentally, he stumbles onto Buffy and Spike sleeping with each other. However, Buffy decides to break things off with Spike at the end of the episode.

S6E19 Seeing Red – Spike tries to assault Buffy, but she fights him off.

S6E21 Two to Go – Spike starts fighting to get his soul back.

S6E22 Grave – Spike manages to get his soul back.

S7E1 Lessons – Spike appears in the basement of the rebuilt Sunnydale High School but appears to have gone mad.

S7E2 Beneath You – Spike, even though still mad, reveals to Buffy he’s gotten his soul back.

S7E8 Sleeper – Buffy fears that Spike has been killing people again and finds out that he can’t remember what happened, but switches from good to evil, again and again.

S7E9 Never Leave Me – Spike is tied up in the Summers’ house, but is later taken by the First’s lackeys.

S7E10 Bring On The Night – Spike is being kept prisoner by the First, who tortures him by appearing to him as Drusilla and Buffy.

S7E11 Showtime – Buffy rescues Spike from the First.

S7E12 Potential – Buffy and Spike train the Potentials.

S7E13 The Killer in Me – Spike’s chip malfunctions, and he ad Bufy have to find a way to help him.

S7E15 Get It Done – Spike kills a demon to get Buffy back to the present.

S7E16 Storyteller – Andrew documents what is happening for future generations and Buffy and Spike get a big romantic introduction in his story.

S7E17 Lies My Parents Told Me – A solution to Spike’s trigger is found, but Giles and Principal Wood decide to try to kill him.

S7E20 Touched – Buffy is demoted from leadership by the Potentials and throw out of the house. Spike is the only one who stands up for her and comforts her in an abandoned house.

S7E22 Chosen – Spike sacrifices himself to close the Hellmouth, but not before Buffy tells him she loves him.

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abidethetempest · 4 months

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"Transl. from Eliksni" Flavor Text translated into Eliksni Conlang

Here are those flavor text lines I've been mentioning in every SotConlang post since the dawn of time! Finally! These were more of a "chip at it when there's downtime" project, since they're fairly short and simpler compared to than Null Composure. I'm very proud of them, as this is the culmination of several months of background work and my first completed translation project! *throws confetti*

side note: on Ishtar Collective, some items say "transl. from Eliksni" and others say "trans. from Eliksni". i definitely didn't only just find that out when I was close to being done w the original lines i found..... anyway idk what the reason for the difference is (probably diff ppl wrote the flavor texts) but now you all know if you want to go look these up yourselves. I made them all say "transl." for consistency here.

Translations are all below the cut, plus maybe some notes if I have the room/energy to write them!

New here and confused? This post is part of my ongoing project to create a language for the Eliksni! For more information check out my masterpost linked here.

"The Barons fight together." —Elykris, transl. from Eliksni

Aaviks Bahrenesni or’thrys.

"They gave us nothing… so we'll take everything." —Elykris, transl. from Eliksni

Teskem ak nam ryk elan… liium roksun el drrha.

"The Great Machine isn't killing us. We're killing ourselves over the Great Machine." —Brivi, transl. from Eliksni

Nam’mrathiik Aalosiisrohkani iven. Mrathiik el elanov nviks Aalosiisrohkani.

"Let them have the Great Machine. They deserve it." —Mithrax, transl. from Eliksni

Niidreh dreskibr kaas Aalosiisrohkani skeyris. Ksohls ak eyka.

"The Kells are dead or mad. The era of Houses is over. So I came to the Shore." —Arrha, transl. from Eliksni

Keles vaath’iir priit neyv. Dei’grehs iikrimni eyd Bohs. Liium estyrem neh ryk Nateskiini.

"I was of kings. Then of exiles. Now I'm here. The Shore is bad… but everywhere else is worse." —Brivi, transl. from Eliksni

Liirem neh eyd Bo-Usriis. Grev Bo-Nama. Rak ilo. Nateskiini pehka... drand eil drrhapriistis ar’pehka vei Nateskiini.

"I was at the Final Attempt. I saw a Guardian wield a gun that left molten gold in her wake. I ran and never looked back." —Avrok, transl. from Eliksni

Liirem neh yan Grehsriivaenni. Biir’em neh, greyraabt vathyarov heythiks usar’em, yan orey’em’iir neyok bev eydka greyr sriivikem. Thekrem neh taap namiik tamr biirem neh.

"We are a long way from home." —Arrha, transl. from Eliksni

El ksaan shak ketch.

"Here we can start over." —Mithrax, transl. from Eliksni

Ilo vaad niivrey seykrim el.

"How do you think we got here?" —Avrok, trans. from Eliksni

Greyraabt iruuksis klii, giire el ilo estyrem.

That was a whole lot of stuff so I think I'll leave the notes out (theyre not anything super special anyway lol). Might reblog to add some rambles later if anyone is interested!

#destiny 2 #destiny #eliksni #conlang #indee's eliksni conlang adventure

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supervillainfanfics · 5 months

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Vulnerable 💙

Summary: In the middle of all the craziness and danger, while you and Harley were kicking butt with Catwoman for justice, a crazy strong love grew between you guys.

Warnings: Slight Mention of Abuse

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader x Catwoman

Author’s Note: Part two, but what if we add some extra jalapeño to make it hotter? Are we ready for that level of spiciness?

You have been Catwoman's trusted ally for as far back as you can recall. Your first encounter with her took place during a confrontation with the Joker. From the moment your eyes met, Catwoman could sense the attraction between the two of you. She would playfully flirt with you, and when the government turned against both of you, she provided a safe haven for you. Despite the challenges, you continued to defend the city together and embarked on missions as a formidable team.

On one fateful night, while engaged in a battle against the Joker and his partner, Harley Quinn, you couldn't help but notice the abusive treatment Harley endured at the hands of the Joker. He would frequently berate and physically harm her whenever she fell short of his expectations. Although a part of you felt compelled to rescue her, Catwoman vehemently opposed the idea of assisting you in that endeavor.

As you lay on the pavement, gasping for breath after a brutal blow from the Joker, your eyes fixated on Catwoman, valiantly trying to hold her ground against the relentless villain. Exhaustion and pain gripped your body, but the fire within refused to be extinguished. In the midst of the chaos, it dawned on you that Harley, the Joker's unpredictable accomplice, was conspicuously absent. The absence of Harley, known for her unpredictability and penchant for chaos, only added to the unease that engulfed you.

"Too tired to fight back, darlin'?" a chipper voice rang out from behind you.

As you quickly regained your footing, you found yourself face to face with Harley, who wore a sinister expression and a playful smirk. With lightning speed, she swung her baseball bat towards you, narrowly missing its target as you skillfully evaded it. Undeterred, she attempted another swing, but this time, you managed to catch the bat with a firm grip. A look of surprise mixed with fear flashed across Harley's eyes as she struggled to free the weapon from your grasp. Seizing the opportunity, you lunged forward and seized one of her pigtails, giving it a sharp tug. A yelp escaped Harley's lips, allowing you to wrestle the bat away from her control.

As soon as the bat was in your possession, you took a step back, wary of any sudden moves from the unpredictable Harley. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at the look of fear on her face. The bat, a symbol of power and control, had just been taken away from the notorious Harley Quinn, known for her chaotic and unpredictable behavior. It was a small victory for you, a moment of triumph in a dangerous game. You knew that holding onto the bat meant having a certain level of influence over Harley, a bargaining chip that could be used to your advantage.

Harley watched in growing fear as you approached her with the bat, a malicious grin spreading across your face. To her surprise, instead of standing her ground, she instinctively took a few steps back, her eyes widening with apprehension. Fuelled by adrenaline, you charged at her, determined to catch her and make her pay for whatever transgressions she had committed.

Panic consumed Harley as she swiftly turned around and sprinted down the narrow alley, desperately hoping to escape your grasp. However, her hopes were shattered when she reached the dead end of the alleyway, leaving her with no escape route. Cornered, she gasped in terror as you closed in on her, mercilessly pinning her against the unforgiving brick wall with the bat. As the realization of her helplessness sank in, Harley's resistance gave way to tears of defeat, her cries echoing through the empty alley. In that moment, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment, expecting a more formidable opponent than what Harley had proven to be.

"Let her go," Catwoman ordered from behind you.

"Let her go?" you asked, confused as you felt Catwoman getting closer.

"Yes, let her go." Catwoman repeated as she stepped around you and approached Harley. She placed a hand on your shoulder. "You've made your point," she said, her voice stern but calm. "Now release her."

As you took a step back from Harley, a rush of conflicting emotions surged within you. Seeing her collapse to the ground in tears tugged at your heartstrings, making you truly empathize with her pain. However, a nagging doubt crept into your mind, wondering if this display of vulnerability was a ploy to manipulate your emotions.

"Don't make me do this the hard way," Catwoman warned as she placed herself between you and Harley. She glared at Harley. "Get up."

As Harley struggled to regain her composure, her fearful demeanor was evident through her slouched shoulders and trembling body. Sensing her distress, you instinctively reached out your hand in a comforting gesture. However, the intense gaze of Catwoman reminded you that danger still loomed in the ally.

Harley's wide eyes darted between you and Catwoman, her trust wavering. You maintained a steady presence, silently assuring her that you were there to help. The tension in the air was palpable, as both Harley and Catwoman weighed their next moves.

Harley watched for Catwoman’s reaction as she hesitantly took your hand. She had always been intrigued by your mysterious and elusive nature. Your paths had crossed numerous times in their ongoing battle between good and evil, and yet, there was an undeniable chemistry between you. As your gloved hand touched Harley's, a surge of electricity ran through her body, causing her heart to race.

Harley's eyes met Catwoman's, pleading for permission. As the electrifying tension between them grew, Catwoman couldn't help but be drawn to Harley's vulnerability and determination. She allowed a small smile to escape, granting Harley the permission she sought.

With Catwoman's approval, Harley's confidence surged. She felt a surge of adrenaline as she tightened her grip on your hand, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Thank you," Harley whispered, her voice shaky with gratitude. She squeezed your hand lightly, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "I won't let ya down."

"Would you like to stay with us for a while?" Catwoman asked, a blank expression on her face.

"Yeah," Harley replied, flashing a grin. "I think I'd like that." She looked up at you, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "If it's ok with you, of course," she said, her voice soft.

You were starring at Catwoman in pure disbelief, but quickly turned your attention back to Harley. "Yes, of course!" you replied with a smile.

"Great!" Harley exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over. "We'll have lots of fun together," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. She leaned into you, her body pressed against yours. Feeling the warmth of Harley's body against yours, you couldn't help but be drawn in by her magnetic energy. Her playful yet vulnerable nature was captivating, and you found yourself yearning to explore the depths of her complex soul.

As the three of you made your way out of the dark alley, a newfound sense of unity filled the air. You couldn't help but steal glances at Harley, admiring both her resilience and her ability to find lightness in even the darkest of times. There was an undeniable connection between the three of you, a connection that went beyond the battles and the chaos of the city.

In the weeks that followed, you discovered a side of Harley that few had ever seen. She had a thirst for adventure and a contagious zest for life that brought a newfound joy into your world. Together, the three of you formed an unbreakable bond, facing whatever challenges came your way with unwavering strength and unwavering love.

As the nights turned into days and the days turned into nights, you found yourself falling deeper in love with Harley. Her infectious laughter, her caring nature, and her unwavering loyalty filled your heart with a love that burned brighter than any flame. And in her presence, you felt a sense of completeness that you had never experienced before.

#harley quinn x you #harley quinn x reader #harley quinn #spicy content #sweet #catwoman #catwoman x reader #lgbtq

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