#like when she fought that man on the bridge & was really just letting out her frustrations without thinking of the safety of others.
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Choose me her: Gojo x reader
part 2
a/n: since y'all really like the first one i'll give it to u guys since i love y'all. warning! theres smut here. here's part 1
"I-I can't, I fucking lover her"
Gojo hunches over as he vomits on a nearby bush in the park. "You're pathetic" Nanami sighs frustrated, as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Come on man, you can't keep being like this." Geto says as he pats Gojo's back. It has been weeks since you and Gojo fought, and Gojo did not hear a single word from you. You blocked him on all social media accounts, even Facebook. So what did he do? He drank and drank. He would often call up the boys to go get a drink at a pub, and the few first times Nanami and Geto were okay with it, they were comforting their friend after all, but after the 10nth time, it became ridiculous. "I-ugh I gotta call her." Gojo was a mess. He was loudly crying like a little kid, longing for you. He took out his phone, and upon turning it on it was already at your contact. "Man-tsk! come on stop it!" Geto took the phone away from Gojo, hoping to stop whatever mess he'll make that would make matters worse. He took a glance at Gojo's phone and the sight was..
Wed, June 14 at 9:13 PM
Hi baby I'm very very sorry. Please believe me I really didn't mean what I said Y/N. Can you please come home? Can we please talk? I'm sorry baby I really am. I love you.
Wed, June 14 at 10:02 PM
Y/N?
Wed, June 14 at 10:25 PM
Y/N baby its getting real late now. Where are you? I'll come pick you up. Please answer baby its not safe out. I love you.
Wed, June 14 10:46 PM
Y/N please pick up the phone, where are you?? Are you okay?? Please answer babe
Wed, June 15 1:09 AM
Hii baby I heard from Shoko you were at your parents' house. Lets talk soon okay? Goodnight. Sweetdreams. I love you.
Before Geto could read more of the endless messages of 'I love yous' and 'I'm sorry' and 'Come home', Gojo snatched his phone back and immediately called you. Of course only for it to be added to the countless missed calls he made. This made the man cry harder as his two friends helplessly watched. "Why don't you just go to her house then?" Nanami pointedly asked. "Obviously I already thought of that! I did and when I went there she wasn't there anymore, so I went to her apartment, but I think she told the landlady not to let me in the building.." Gojo kept his head down, too ashamed at everything that happened. All of this was his fault after all. If he listened to you none of this would have happened. "Okay, look. Drinking to kill your liver isn't helping anyone, you don't even like alcohol! Go talk to her. Stay in front of her building or something! We'll try our best to help you-" "We??" "-yes, WE will help you" Geto looked at Nanami with a furrowed brow, there was no way he was letting Nanami escape. "But for now, lets just go home. You're too wasted to talk to anyone anyway." Nanami says. The two drove Gojo home.
Gojo's apartment was silent, too silent. He misses the way you would greet him when he got home, the way you would kiss him. He misses hugging you from behind as you cook, and he misses how you would bite his arm as he does the dishes. He misses all the silly things, all the things that reminded him of you. As he got to his bed he knew that a killer headache would welcome him in the morning, and you weren't there to cuddle it all away. He thinks of you as he lies down on the cold big, was the bed always this big, bed. He hugs the pillow that you always used, and closed his eyes wishing it was you.
Gojo woke up to the smell of bacons. He blinked then quickly ran to the kitchen "Y/N?!" He was shocked to see not you, but his best friend? What was she doing here? "Oh! You're awake, here I made us breakfast." She says as she sets the bacon down on the table. "Umm.. What are you doing here?" Gojo remained standing away from her as she says "Well I heard that you got crazy wasted last night, so I came here! Not even a thank you??" She giggles but Gojo remained serious as he rubs the back of his neck "Look, Y/N and I got in a fight and- I think we should establish some boundaries." The girl looked at him shocked, like she was offended "Satoru I am your best friend. Who cares what that bitch thinks?? You guys are bound to break up anyway, besides" She went closer to Gojo and hugged his arm "you got me anyway" Gojo's blood ran cold. He was beyond disgusted not just by what she was saying, but by the fact that he never knew how she felt and that you were right. Gojo immediately threw her arm off in anger. He couldn't believe this. He felt betrayed. And oh how he wishes he could turn back time, he really fucked up this time. "What the fuck?? First of all fuck you for calling my girlfriend a bitch. Who the fuck do you think you are?? You think you're special?? Well you're not. Don't even think to compare yourself with Y/N. I don't fucking like you and I don't want to ever see you again" The girl ran out of his apartment crying in embarrassment. Gojo had to talk to you.
He drove fast to your apartment. And as if luck was on his side today, he saw you just about to enter the building. He quickly ran to you, catching your wrist gently. "Wait! Y/N." You looked at him as he tried to catch his breath. "Please, can we talk?"
You led him to your apartment, and as soon as the door closed, he hugged you tightly from behind "Please Y/N- I'm so sorry for everything that happened. It was entirely my fault and you were right, I was being an asshole for not listening to you. I'm sorry I made you feel that way, there's no excuse for what I did. But I promise I'll change, I- I'll never make the same mistakes again! I know this might be a lot but I hope you can give me another chance-" You burst out giggling "Satoru! Wait I- haha! stop! I'm ticklish!!" Gojo was so confused as to why you were laughing but then he realized he was subconsciously rubbing your sides, something that was so natural to the both of you "Oh! I'm sorry baby."
You and Gojo had a long serious talk that day, about how you felt, how sorry he was, and how he'll change for the better. It was a day full of crying, and to your surprise Gojo was crying even more than you, that you had to wipe his tears while he rests his head on your chest like a little puppy. Gojo made it a point for you to tell him everything, all the frustrations you had, and things you wished were better. You both established that communication is key.
"Are we okay now baby?"
"Hmmm.. I don't know... I think you're missing something though.."
"Okay just tell me babe, hm?"
"I didn't get any kisses"
The moment you said that Gojo's heart felt very warm, he felt home. He immediately tackled you on the couch with kisses on your cheek, neck, and lips. Your apartment was now filled with giggles, chuckles, and relief. You both had pizza delivered to your apartment, and after eating dinner you both are cuddled in your bed, him spooning you, arms wrapped around your waist, while you and him watch random tiktok videos on your phone. It was comforting. A few giggles here and there. Your back was against his chest and you shifted a bit to get more comfortable, unbeknownst to you, you rubbed your ass snug against his length.
Gojo noticed this, and now he was super aware of his surroundings. You smelled so good, just freshly out of the shower, you were so soft his hands began rubbing at your sides, up and down getting dangerously low to your ass, and high to your breast. He was getting hard, and subconsciously humping our ass. "I can feel you, you know" Gojo was taken aback, maybe this was too soon after your fight. "Oh sorry I-" He was cut off by your lips on his. He licked your bottom lip, asking for access in which you opened your mouth and deepened the kiss. His tongue caressed yours, as spit began dripping on both of your chins. The make out was getting too heated, and although he was a bit embarrassed by being hard rock just by a kiss, he got on top of you as he started to dry hump you. You felt him smirk in the kiss as he felt your pussy getting wet. He pulled away from the kiss, a line of saliva connecting the both of you "My pretty baby getting so wet for me, so good for me" He removed your top and circled your nipple with his tongue before sucking it gently, rolling it in between his lips. You were mewling and Gojo felt your hips grinding, your pussy hungry for relief. He removed your shorts as he sucked on your nipple, and traced your slit with his fingers, teasing you "Fuck you're so wet baby, such a good slut for me, yeah?" You were now moaning, wanting more of his touch "Ye-Yes please baby I want-I need it please. I missed you."
"I missed you too" Gojo rubbed fast circles on your clit, making your back arch and mouth turn into an "o", Gojo swore you looked like a goddess. He went down on you getting a good look at your pussy, how wet- how delicious it was. He licked up and down your slit, making you squirm so much that he had to hold your legs around his head. He licked your throbbing clit before taking it in and sucking and gently nibbling on it, making you scream in pleasure "Ah-! B-baby, right there-fuck! Feels so good baby!" Gojo kept licking and sucking your clit as his finger entered you. You let out a gasp as you moan when he rubbed your sweet spot, adding another finger in to give you more pleasure. "Baby-'Toru wait! I-I'm close! ah- nng! I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cummin-!" You arched your back as you spasmed, your orgasm bringing you to heaven as you grind, fucking yourself on his tongue. Gojo felt like cumming seeing you like that, he could tell that his boxer was stained with his precum. He hurriedly removed his clothes, wanting to enter you now. His big cock hit his tummy as he removed his pants, head red and twitching dripping with precum. You spread your legs wider for him, arms reaching out as you say "Daddy please fuck me."
Gojo lost control and had only one thought, he wanted to cum in you. You both gasp as he pushed his cock in your pussy, walls hugging his cock tightly. He thrusted, hips bucking wildly as you moan out in pleasure, eyes rolling at the back of your head while your tongue lolled out your mouth. Gojo felt his cock twitching at the sight of your fucked out face, though he wasn't any better. His eyes were also rolling at the back of his head at the feeling of your wet tight hole. The bed was creaking and hitting the wall with how fast his pace was, but neither of you care. All you and Gojo could think about was each other in this moment. He kissed and sucked on your neck as you grip on his hair, legs locking on his hips. The lewd wet sound of skin slapping made you both feel very hot. "A-aah! D-daddy I'm I- ahh-! Baby p-please" "I know baby I-fuck-I know baby. Cum for me, cum for daddy, yeah?" He slipped his hands between the two of you and began to rub your clit fast. This pushed you over the edge and you came hard. Walls tightening and throbbing, Gojo was close to cumming too as he felt his balls rise. " I'm cumming baby- Fuck! I'm cumming-take it- take it all!" He raised your legs close to your chest, bending you as his cock hardened even more and twitched, letting out ropes of cum in your pussy. Gojo groaned as he came, eyes rolled to the back of his head while he let out breathy moans. He lay on top of you as he finished, both of you trying to catch your breath. He kissed you on the lips as you played with his hair. You both knew you had to clean up, you were both covered in sweat and slick, and so was the bed sheets. But you were both too tired to move, you guys had tomorrow after all right? With this comforting thought you both drift off to sleep, with Gojo's arms wrapped around your waist as he nuzzles your neck, and your hand resting on his hand while the other on his back.
You both slept peacefully, feeling content, complete.
a/n: hope y'all enjoyed i wasn't really planning on doing this but i had fun lol
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Alpine
prompt: in an effort to help your boyfriend with his trauma, you rescue a furry feline together - a white cat named, Alpine - who rescues you both in return.
pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Widow!reader
fandom masterlist: Marvel
word count: 6.9k+
note: been seeing a lot of Alpine recently and got inspired.
second note: no, it's not comic / canon compliant so just have fun. author did some research but there's not a LOT written / known about Alpine, so, again, just have fun!
warnings: post Endgame, pre tfaws; cursing, Lord's name in vain, small angst, mostly hurt and comfort, Nick Fury calling reader a bitch playfully, Bucky's trauma responses, small spoilers, Dr. Raynor / therapy.
other works with Widow!reader and Bucky
NOT necessary to read
read here: Damage Done
"Are you angry with me?"
"No."
"Disappointed? Annoyed? Frustrated?"
"No, doll."
"Then why won't you talk to me!?"
"Nothing to say."
You wiped a hand down your face, lifting it only to pinch the bridge of your nose. Your head shook to shake away your thoughts, sniffling emotion, sighing when you dropped your hand to slap against your thigh. "I'm really trying here, Bucky, I swear to you, I am. But I can't help if you don't talk to me," you softened your voice, beginning to understand this was a losing battle.
"I never said I needed help."
"You never have to ask me for help, Bucky, I just give it because I want to! Because I love you! That's part of being in a relationship!"
"Maybe I don't want it!" Your boyfriend snapped, rounding on you with unfiltered emotion in his eyes. The horrors swam in his baby blues, vivid memories he was unable to escape haunting him, terrorizing him; creating a shell of a man who could no longer hide his avid pain. "Did you ever think about that? Ever consider that I don't want your help because I don't need it?"
"Everyone needs help sometimes, Buck."
"No, not everyone - I'm not one of your pet projects, you don't get to treat me like a broken thing that needs fixed! I certainly don't need your pity - not yours."
"I don't pity you! Fuck's sake, Bucky, I love you and want to see you heal. I know you better than anyone - "
"You don't," he sneered, cutting you off. "You don't know me, not really, not as well as Steve - "
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Steve isn't here! He's not coming back!" You snapped, instantly regretting it when Bucky's eyes coated with glassy emotion he fought vehemently to keep down. "I-I'm sorry, that was - that was really mean of me and totally out of line," you apologized, both sighing deeply. "All right, look, let's just talk this out, please."
"There's nothing to say."
Your hip cocked, arms crossing, "She called me, you know."
"Who?"
"Dr. Raynor."
"Fuck's sake," he growled. "Why would she do that?"
"Maybe because today's session was, apparently, supposed to be a couples session. She thought I was refusing, called to say I was impeding on your progress and if I want to help you, I'd have to show up to your appointments. Which is really funny because you never told me about today, so I had no idea what the hell she was talking about - but that didn't stop her from tearing me a new asshole!"
He frowned, avoiding your eyes. "I didn't need a couples session. Not today, I just - I wanted today to focus on other shit."
"And I can respect that, but you're not doing yourself any favors by hiding shit from me. To get the best results from therapy, you have to actually do the work, and not just do what Dr. Raynor says, but actually listen to her advice - "
"I don't need you on my back about this, Raynor does that enough for you both," Bucky growled. "I do the fucking work - I'm the one in that room, I'm the one applying silly little rules to my life - "
"Obviously not if you didn't even tell me Raynor requested my attendance! You should've told me, and then you should've said you weren't ready! I would've respected that, but I can't do a Goddamn thing if you don't talk to me!"
His jaw flexed as he clenched his teeth, skin twitching and distinct muscles tightening. "Like I said, there's nothing to talk about," he practically spat, shaking his head at you before grabbing his sneakers from the closet.
You didn't mean to sound harsh, but demanded, "Where are you going? We're in the middle of a conversation."
"No, we're not, 'cause I'm ending it," he scoffed, sitting on the corner of your shared mattress, exchanged his shoes. "And I'm going for a run, need to clear my head."
You shook your head before leaving the bedroom, "Absolutely unbelievable."
Bucky left your shared apartment a few minutes later, somewhere you've only lived five months - the time it's been since Tony Stark, Iron Man, snapped the other half of living beings back into existence. He lost his life in return, the ultimate sacrifice, but he managed to reverse the damage Thanos created five years prior. Five months of living in this apartment without a lick of warmth, personal touch, or real sentiment; it being dreary, dark, and mostly empty. Hell, Bucky didn't even feel comfortable in bed, so he camped in the barren living room, giving visual to the way your relationship was beginning to fray, unravel, crack.
He didn't want anything personal in your apartment - thinking it was ridiculous to settle down after all you two have endured, witnessed, and fought for. You agreed to keep things at the bare minimum, only stocking what was necessary, knowing this was part of his healing process and didn't want to drum-up further anxiety. It made everything impersonal, boring, bland, and down right depressing - but it was a small accommodation you could provide your lover.
You hated the distance. Hated how alone Bucky felt after Steve. Hated how reclusive he became, the anger he projected. Hated how no matter what you did, you weren't enough - not this time. For years, you've loved him despite his flaws, his brainwashing, his trauma responses, but whatever he was enduring now was something you weren't equipped to handle. Didn't mean you weren't willing to try, but Bucky was the one pushing you away; thinking his demons were his sole responsibility, never letting you be the pillar that helped support him. God, you hated the distance.
You left the apartment, too. Nick Fury had employed you for creative, solo, high profile missions; wanting to utilize your Widow training, especially now that Natasha Romanoff was deceased. And you wanna know what? Bucky hadn't even asked about her, never tried to offer comfort, only quietly attending the funeral service you hosted with the remaining Avengers to give her a proper sendoff - despite there being no body. Bucky knew you and Nat were as thick as thieves, family without blood, two lost souls who leaned on each other in trying times; bonded by trauma, encouraged by resounding bravery, disciplined by strength. The fact that your boyfriend never even checked in with you after Nat's passing obviously hurt your feelings but you remained silent.
Again, to avoid generating more anxiety for Bucky.
You met the one-eyed man at a local, bustling coffee shop, finding the sight of the hardened, burly man eating a scone amusing. "Got you one of these," he nudged a dessert plate to your side of the table when you sat down with your desired coffee, "know you like 'em."
"Blueberries are my favorite," you half-smirked, regarding the moist muffin and sighing sadly. "All right, sir, what's on the docket?"
He stared at you for a moment, chewing thoughtfully before leaning back in his chair. "The fuck's going on with you?" He asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You look different today."
"Mh," you nodded, joking, "got a hair cut."
"No, it's your aura. Something bothering you, kid?"
"You do realize I'm a fully grown adult, right?"
Nick shrugged, "I don't see age."
"You don't - nobody sees age, Nick, Jesus."
He took a sip of his green tea. "There's still something bothering you. Not sure if you should go on this mission if you're wound tight."
"I'm just dealing with shit at home."
"Oh, right, the cyborg. How is the hundred year old psycho?"
"You you want me to stab out your other eye? 'Cause I fucking will," you threatened with a fork clenched in your grasp, perking your brows up your forehead. "Say that shit again, see what the fuck I do, Nick, I absolutely dare you."
He chuckled, hands held in defense, "Sorry, sorry, that was uncalled for. What's wrong with Sergeant Barnes?"
You shrugged, "It's complicated."
"Bitch, aliens opening a wormhole in space and time to invade Earth is complicated - relationships aren't. Try me."
After an amused chuckle, you told him, "He's struggling right now. You know? After everything, it's been a lot for him and now that things are relatively back to normal, he's having a hard time trying to assimilate himself back into the populace. You know, learning to live in this day and age - a man out of time, outside his comfort zone, forced to adjust himself after living as a weapon of mass destruction for so long. Add in the fact that his best friend passed, marking another forceful adjustment he's unprepared for..."
"Hm," Nick nodded, "heard he's got a full pardon."
"He does."
"Which has a contingency he's gotta go to therapy, right? Part of rejoining society?"
You nodded, "Right, again."
"So he's in therapy and still struggling?"
"It's not like there's an on-off switch, Nick, therapy takes time and dedication. I just don't think he feels at peace, calm, in control - like he deserves any of this; the pardon especially. Think the stress, fear, and confusion is eating at him."
"Well, he's got you."
"I'm not his mother."
"No, you're his girlfriend, and it's a girlfriend's responsibility to support him, ain't it? Help him through this?"
"I can only do so much, Nick," you scoffed, "I'm just one person and he's a stubborn jackass - he just pushes me away. I'm sure I don't help the situation by accepting your contracts."
Fury considered your words for a long moment, then asked, "You said he's lonely?"
"Wouldn't you? Given his situation? He won't say, but I know losing Steve caused a part of him die."
Nick shrugged, "So get him a dog."
You never wouldn't guessed those words could ever pass Nick Fury's lips, head cocking, eyes narrowing, arms crossed over your chest. "I'm sorry, do what now?"
"It's obvious, ain't it? Dude needs company when you're gone, a sense of purpose, to feel like there was something - or someone - depending on him. Might help whatever limbo he's lingering in."
"A dog?"
"A dog. He can take it for walks or whatever."
You considered his recommendation, asking again, "A dog?"
"Do we need to get your hearing checked again? You lose the last functionality of your ears? Yes, a dog."
"I don't know..."
"It's just a suggestion, might promote his peace, help him process grief and guilt. Telling you, a dog would do him good. Now," he took another sip of tea, "onto business."
"You give me whiplash," you chuckled. "What's this job?"
"Simple and easy," he pulled up a tablet from the chair beside him, tapping it three times and handing it to you.
"None of your jobs are simple or easy, Nicky-Nick."
"I told you, don't call me that. Look, I just need you in London to investigate a string of potential terrorist activity. Just some recon, you won't be gone more than a few days - if you behave and stay on task."
You scanned the document, "When do I ever do that?" He chuckled briefly, you wondering, "Flagsmashers? Jesus, what a name. C'mon, you can't be serious. These guys are just radicals - you know, trying to vouch for those displaced after the Blip. It's actually kinda endearing, I mean, they're trying to give a microphone to those without a voice."
"They're escalating - too quickly," Fury informed. "They haven't raised any international flags yet, but something ain't right about them. I just need you as eyes and ears, maybe report if you think they're worth the worry."
Little did you know, in only about a month, you would join forces with Bucky and Sam Wilson - The Falcon - to dismantle the organization.
"When do I leave?"
"Tuesday would be ideal. But I can push it to Friday if you wanna go get that dog."
Your laughter was endearing, handing the tablet back over.
Bucky liked holding hands, though, he often wouldn't ever voice it. It made him feel tethered, anchored to reality; instilling a sense of pride to have such a gorgeous lady - such as yourself - at his side. However, the part he liked most, was being reminded he wasn't alone; even when on crowded, overpopulated streets, he didn't have to be afraid because with his hand in yours, he looked just like everyone else. You protected him even without intending to or without even knowing what you were doing.
"I'm sorry about yesterday," he sighed, people on the street sidestepping and avoiding running into you two. "I was upset, stressed out, you know how I get after seeing Raynor."
"It's okay, baby," you assured, ever the patient, loyal, and supportive girlfriend he needed. "I'm not holding it against you, but just promise me, when you're ready, you'll tell me."
He nodded, "I will - I mean, I promise." You hummed and pet his bicep with your other hand, giving his arm a hug. "Now are you gonna tell me where we're going?"
"I told you, it's a surprise."
He was ready to reply when a small commotion echoed from the alley you were passing, Bucky coming to a jarring halt that yanked on your arm, swinging you around. You were ready to ask what was happening when you clocked one of Bucky's "friends", an older man named Yori Nakajima, arguing with one of his neighbors.
"Hey, hey, Yori," Bucky intervened, you watching from the mouth of the alley, "woah, hey, what's going on?"
You couldn't hear whatever Yori was saying, but Bucky turned to the other man and growled something at him that made the neighbor scurry off. He glared at you, lip curled in a sneer, disappearing amongst patrons of the crowded sidewalk. You frowned and approached Yori and Bucky, your boyfriend still trying to calm his friend - well, 'friend' was a very generous term. See, Yori was the father of a young man that died by the hand of the Winter Soldier, being a name on Bucky's list he needed to make amends with.
However, when you took your place beside Bucky, Yori was waving you both off and shuffling down the alley, towards one of his apartment building's doors. "What was that all about?" You asked softly, taking note of the disgruntled expression your boyfriend usually wore these days.
"Just," he sighed, shaking his head, "Yori's upset with some of his neighbors - thinks they're encroaching on being disrespectful."
"When doesn't he?" Bucky sighed, you wondering softly, "You think you're ever gonna feel ready to tell him?"
"I'm working on it," he sighed sadly. "All right, c'mon - "
You both paused with furrowed brows when there came a series of shrill meows from under a couple of soggy, cardboard boxes beside a dumpster. "Did you hear that?" You asked.
"Uh-huh."
Another elongated meow was heard, Bucky curiously approach the discarded trash coated in sewage sludge. He slowly squatted, you approaching his shoulder when another meow cried out. Now, normally, you'd never investigate animal noises out of fear they were feral and carrying disease, but something just felt sad about what you heard - apparently, to Bucky, too. Gingerly, he reached out and lifted a piece of dripping cardboard, seeing a bundle moving under the next piece. He moved that one, too.
"Oh, my God!" You cooed when a tiny kitten was revealed. White fur was stained with dirt, sludge, and other nasty juices; nose pink, eyes a piercing, clear blue with brownish tear stains rimming them. The kitten mewed in greeting, pacing a tight circle before trying to back up in the brick wall; hunching its back and hissing slightly when you lowered yourself into a squat beside Bucky. "Baby, it's all alone, should we help?" You pouted.
"I don't think it wants our help, doll," he sighed. "It looks scared of us. Bet the mother's around somewhere, be a shame to move it if she's coming back."
"It looks too skinny, maybe it's alone?"
"Or maybe it's not," Buck countered. "C'mon, sugar, we can't take it."
After a bit of back and forth, you finally relented and had to walk away. You frowned for at least two blocks, but upon your halt at a crosswalk, you were greeted by another shrieking meow. Whipping around, you and Buck both looked down to discover the wee little kitten had followed you and was practically yelling for your attention. You grinned.
"Well, now we really have to help it," you told Bucky.
"How?"
"We take it to a shelter," you answered, shrugging, "good thing I know where one is."
"What's it doing?" Bucky asked nervously, the kitten dancing around your legs; brushing up against you both, meowing the whole time.
"I think she wants you to pick her up," you smirked.
He sighed and stooped to scoop the little creature in hand, regarding it carefully; weighing it, checking paws and other vulnerable spots. Bucky muttered, "All right, yeah, fine, let's take him to a shelter. Little beast needs some food it feels like, definitely a flea bath and some fresh water."
"You big softie."
"Lead the way to the shelter, princess, c'mon," he ignored your jab, tucking the kitten into his chest protectively. "He feels fragile," Bucky worried, "maybe you should carry him, I might crush him."
"You've got the little babe, Buck," you assured, "you're not gonna hurt him - I mean, if it's even a him."
"By the attitude, could be a girl," he joked, making your heart lighten. He'd been in such a funk that you missed his teasing, soft words; the little jokes he cracked, his smile - God, you missed seeing his smile. During your time on the run after DC, while seeking refuge in Bucharest for a couple years, you grew accustomed to seeing his radiant smile; remembering how easily he offered it when just the two of you. For a moment, you considered how your relationship was no longer just you and Bucky - but his trauma, too.
Arriving at the shelter, it was like an assault on the senses. Dogs were heard barking from the kennels, the pungent smell of urine and wood chips smacking you in the face, and a sort of humidity lingering in the air - a sharp contrast to the crisp outside.
"Hi," you greeted the receptionist, offering a kind smile.
"Hi, there. How can I help you two?" The man with long hair asked.
"Well, uh, two things," you explained, "one: we'd like to tour your kennels, we're interested in adopting a dog - "
"We are?" Bucky gaped.
" - and two: we found this little fella in an alley," you pointed to the kitten curled protectively against Bucky's warmth. "We wanted to make sure he was okay, maybe leave him here for adoption?"
"Oh," Man Bun blinked, regarding both Bucky and the kitten, "wow, uh, yeah, that's really nice of you guys, rescuing the little guy. You know, since everyone came back few months ago, there's be an influx of strays. A lot of people gave up their animals when their loved ones came back."
"Well, that's super fucked up," your eyes rolled.
"Tell me about it," he sighed. "Look, I'd love to help you guys out, so, tell you what. I can let you back in the kennels - no problem! Help match you to your new companion, but, uh... I don't think I can help you with the cat. You see, we, uh, we've had to start euthanizing the overflow animals or the ones who don't get adopted in a timeframe. We're at our max capacity, so... If you wanna leave him here, uh, I can't promise he'll have a place."
"You'd put him down?" Bucky growled.
"It's not what we want to do," Man Bun swiftly explained, "but it's just necessary - we don't have the room or resources to take him."
"Do you know of any no-kill shelters? Maybe one that has room?" You asked, feeling Bucky's disgust rolling off him in waves.
"Not in the area," Man Bun frowned. "Honestly? I think the closest no-kill shelter's in Maryland. Maybe Virginia?"
"Jesus," you frowned, looking at Bucky.
"Look, my best advice?" Man Bun offered, "Take the little tike home, clean him up, and call around to other shelters to see if they have space. But if you intend to adopt a dog, maybe bringing back a kitten isn't the best timing. If you give him up to us, he'll probably be sent directly to overflow..."
"We'll take him home," Bucky instantly decided, shocking you.
"We will?" You asked softly, lips curling in a small smile.
"Why not?" He sighed.
"I would've thought you'd be more of a dog person..."
"I'm not an animal person, but we're not leaving this little guy here just for him to be euthanized. We can handle him for a few days, you know, until we find a shelter with room."
"I think that's a great idea," you grinned.
"But was this your plan? For us to adopt a dog?"
"Well, yeah..."
"Why?"
You shrugged, "Just thought a dog would be nice company when I'm outta town for work. You know, could go on walks or runs together, you'd have someone looking out for you, maybe a dog would help with your stress levels?"
He eyed you for a moment, sighing, "I appreciate that, doll. Maybe another time, though? At least let us find somewhere or someone to take this guy."
The kitten gave a prolonged squeak - seemingly agreeing. "All right, noisy, we hear you," you chuckled, giving the kitten's head a scratch. You asked Man Bun, "Do you guys have the means to check him over, you know, before we go home? Make sure he's not injured or something?"
"Yeah," he nodded, "let me go get one of the technicians."
After the tech's exam, you were given the paperwork from that day's visit, the name, number, and address of a recommended vet, and before you knew it, found yourselves at the local pet store. You would've been ashamed by the absurd amount of money you spent, but Bucky rationalized the need because you weren't sure how long your new companion would stay with you. So, you ransacked the store, buying a sizable litter box, 50 pounds of actual litter, a bag of kibble, case of wet food, several different treats, a balm for the baby's feet, too many toys and stimulation activities, a carrying case in the event of transporting the kitten, and a tiny collar - if you decided to keep the little noise machine.
The sight of Bucky with the little fuzz ball warmed your heart. He still seemed hesitant and stiff, as if afraid to hurt the kitten, but he wasn't so tense anymore. However, he handed the pet over for you to hold while he carried the supplies back home; biceps bulging to support the weight. In that moment, walking familiar streets with his arms full of cat supplies, he questioned how he got here - to feel all domestic and out-of-place. He was Bucky Barnes - a Sargent in the Army, prolific hitman, something of an Avenger now. He didn't adopt cats and buy toys!
However, watching you talk to the kitten softly, he smiled - something small at first that grew like a germinating seed to split his face. You seemed so... Bright, excited, rejuvenated, even. He knew the past five months since the Blip had been rough on you, what with losing Natasha, fighting Thanos and his army of aliens, then ricocheting into 'normal life' only to deal with his emotional baggage. Watching you walk down the street with a fuzzy white ball of energy, pointing out different things, cooing and narrating the city to the kitten as if he could understand was refreshing after seemingly seeing nothing but a frown on your lips recently.
To Bucky, as long as you were happy, he was happy - and it seemed you were very content with your new little buddy. So, he was happy with your new little buddy and figured a dose of domestic life wasn't the end of the world. In fact, he actually felt... Intrigued by the newest addition to your little family.
When you returned home, it was to an empty apartment. Bucky dropped the supplies in the living room, hands to his hips, looking around, "Well, uh... At least there's room to run around, right?"
You nodded, "And no risk of ruined furniture."
"Yeah," he sighed, watching you set the kitten down. "All right, pip squeak. C'mon, lemme give you the tour - pay attention. So, in here," he moved around the wall, kitten following and listening intently, labeling, "this is the kitchen, this is where you'll get your meals - and no, you're not allowed on the counters." He pointed a warning finger, "Don't let me catch you up there or there's gonna be hell to pay. I don't wanna find your hair in my morning bagel."
"Buck, you don't eat breakfast."
"Fine, then I don't wanna hear my girl found hair in her bagel."
The kitten mewed loudly, trotting to keep up as Bucky walked around the barren apartment - giving a literal tour. You unpacked the supplies, setting up a raised food bowl beside a full water bowl. You left the treats in an empty cupboard, the litter box ready to use in the bathroom, and tossed some toys around the open, empty living room floor. You meandered, stashing other supplies, hearing the scampering thuds of excited little feet.
When your head popped out of the kitchen, you grinned at what you saw. Bucky was sat on the floor, flicking a feathered stick over the hardwood floors for the kitten to race around and try to catch. The longer you watched, the more defenseless Bucky seemed, and dare you say it, he looked calm - maybe even happy. His eyes were locked on the animal's antics as if he didn't want to miss a single movement he made; small smile making him look younger and brighter.
You made a mental note to thank Nick Fury for his suggestion. Sure, he actually said to get a dog, but this kitten seemed to have the same effect.
"Hey, baby?" You called, hanging up your phone after calling the recommended vet. "So, uh... Listen, you know how I have to go outta town on Friday?"
"Yeah?" He glanced up, letting the kitten wrestle his booted foot.
"So, I managed to get a vet appointment but it's for Friday. Is that okay? Or do you want me to reschedule for when I'm back so we can go together?"
"Oh, uh, no, that's all right, sugar, keep the Friday slot. I can take him, it's not a big deal."
"You sure? I hate having to saddle you with this responsibility."
"I'm sure," he nodded, "I can take him, it's okay."
For the rest of the week, you had a front row viewing of an incredible bond being formed. The kitten liked you, you two had many moments together, but it was obvious the little guy adored Bucky. He was stuck to your boyfriend like Velcro, following him everywhere, shrieking for attention when Bucky was preoccupied, liked being held when he cooked, even tried to get in the shower with Bucky. They played together, Bucky's laugh warming the entire apartment; positively obsessed with one another, the little guy even sleeping between you and Bucky.
It was as if you both forgot to look for the kitten a permanent home, the lack of furniture providing wide space for play and entertainment. Bucky even got one of those cat trees, couple individual scratching posts, and a laser pointer that drove your furry friend up the wall. There was some unspoken rule about naming animals - where if you named them, they were yours officially. So, one evening over dinner, you proposed a few names, Bucky giving his opinion; but then you began to consider "theme" names. Because your little buddy was white, you mused over names like Noelle or Snow, but finally settled on Alpine after narrowly beating out Aspen.
The day you flew to London, you warned both Bucky and kitten to behave themselves. Later that night, while you were sat in a tinted SUV for surveillance, your phone rang with Bucky's contact. "Hey, baby, how's it going?" You answered, refocusing through your advanced camera lens to snap necessary photos.
"Good, yeah. Uh, how's London?"
"Pretty dreary, it's been raining all day. Hey, how was the vet appointment?"
'Oh, yeah, no, it was, uh, yeah, it was good. Gave Alpine a buncha shots, microchipped her, started her on antibiotics - "
"Did you say, 'her'?"
"Yeah, that was the other thing - turns out, Alpine's a girl."
You chuckled, "Well, I'll be damned. How're you feelin', Buck?"
"I'm... Okay."
"I'm sorry I'm not there," you sighed. "Nightmares again?"
"Yeah."
"Sleeping in the living room?"
"You know it."
"TV on?"
"Reminds me I'm not where I dreamt I am."
"Well, I'll be home in a few days."
"What's this mission?"
"Just a little recon, I'm only to observe. Nicky told me to keep an eye on some suspicious activity."
"Don't tell me you're sitting in a white van?"
"No, sir, it's a Rolls Royce this time," you chuckled.
True to your word, you were home by Tuesday night. The transatlantic flight was long and tedious; a storm creating steady turbulence, making it absolutely impossible to get any shut eye. When you landed, you made a beeline to the Starbucks and got the largest coffee possible with an added 2 shots of espresso before exiting the bustling airport. Outside, waiting at the curb, Nick Fury himself stood before a sleek and shiny car that probably cost more than a 4-year education at an American university.
He smirked, "Welcome back, kid."
"Nice of you to pick me up, Nicky-Nick."
"Don't call me that."
"Don't call me 'kid'."
"Get in the Goddamn car, I'm not having this argument again."
After storing your luggage, Nick drove you back home while listening to your mission report. You didn't think the Flagsmashers were extreme enough to warrant intervention, but all Nick heard was that now was the time to strike before there came the need, before a chance for escalation could occur. You left the tablet full of notes, observations, photos, and data with the one-eyed man, and before you fully departed the car, paused to lean in the open window.
"Hey, uh, I've been meaning to thank you."
"What for?" Nick asked, face hardened in a permanent look of disagreement. You never took it personally - Nick Fury having professional Resting Bitch Face (RBF).
"Your advice about getting Bucky a dog."
"No shit," he chuckled, "you actually got him a dog?"
"Uh, well, no..."
"What'd you get?" Nick asked in suspicion, watching your lips roll between your teeth to restrain your smile. "Ah, hell no! You didn't! A cat? A fucking cat?"
"I know you don't like them - "
"Bitch! One scratched out my eye!"
"But our cat didn't."
"Doesn't matter - fuck all them felines."
You laughed and slapped the metal door, "Well, thank you anyway for the idea of a companion animal. Bucky's a lot calmer it seems."
Nick Fury sighed, waving you off like a pesky insect. "I'll call you when I got another job. Have fun with the little demon."
"You talkin' about Bucky or Alpine?"
"The cat - wait, Alpine? The fuck kinda name is that?"
"You know, Alpine... Like the Alps?"
His head shook, "I know what fuckin' alpine is."
"Why don't you head off - looks like you're gonna give yourself a stroke. Didn't realize getting a kitten would stress you out this bad."
"Get out my Goddamn window and I can leave."
You grinned and dropped a wink, again, patting the car and stepping back onto the sidewalk. Nick peeled off, leaving you alone to shoulder your duffel bag and head inside your apartment building. When you got to your desired location, the door opened without the usual creak, Bucky obviously WD-40'ing the hinges. "Hello?" You called softly, hanging your keys on the little peg in the foyer, toeing out of your shoes, glancing around the empty apartment.
Ready to call out again, you actually almost choked on air when you inhaled but stopped abruptly. You pouted your bottom lip at the sight of Bucky sound asleep in his nest on the floor, TV's lighting flashing and creating shadows, giving clear sight of Alpine curled in a tight ball on Buck's chest. His flesh hand was raised to rest on his chest, keeping Alpine cuddled to his warmth.
Quickly, you pulled your phone from your back pocket, snapping an adorable picture of your boyfriend before silently tiptoeing away to dispose of your duffel and purse. You sent the photo to Bucky's phone, positive you were keeping the kitten. After a long, hot shower that washed the travel from your body, you changed into loungewear, pulled your hair back, then reentered the living room where you knelt at Bucky's side. In-sync, your presence made both Alpine and Bucky flinch awake - your boyfriend jerking away from your warmth as the kitten hopped off his chest.
You winced, "Oh, shit, I'm so sorry, baby, I didn't mean to wake you."
His head shook, "No, it's all right, doll, I wasn't sleeping."
"You were, don't deny it," you grinned, settling on the mound of blankets.
Bucky chuckled gently, "I tried to stay up for you. C'mere," his arm opened in invitation, smirking gently. You settled down and turned into his side, his arm now coiled around your form, constricting to pull you closer so his lips could plant on your forehead. "How was London? Your mission?"
"Easy peasy," you sighed, "nothing too strenuous or stressful. The most 'complicated' part of the whole thing was using a different car each day to avoid suspicion."
"Hmm... Who was the target?"
"Some radical group," you sighed, head resting on his pectoral. "How was it? Just you and Alpine?"
"It was pretty good, nothing to complain about. She's nice company."
As if understanding she was the topic of conversation, Alpine mewed several times in a row as she walked up the seam of your body pressed to Bucky's. She turned in two circles before settling down between you; your grin authentic as a manicured fingernail extended to scratch her head.
"Actually, sweetheart, I've been thinking..."
"Hmm? About what?" You mumbled, eyes drooping with each passing second.
"About how we should keep her - Alpine, we should keep Alpine."
"You're just figuring that out now?" You teased, sluggishly lifting your head to smirk at him. "I knew she was ours the moment you picked her up. It'll be nice having her around, don't you think? I know she's not a dog you can take on walks but with Alpine, you don't have to be alone."
He nodded, "I like that idea. She's a good cat."
"Check your phone in the morning."
"Why?"
"Mmmh, I sent you a picture, you'll see - but it's just confirmation that Alpines part of us now, part of our crew."
"Our family," Bucky agreed softly. He watched you resettle on his chest, spending the following couple hours in the glow of the TV, watching you and Alpine. Bucky's heart warmed to a degree he's never known, making the comparison of himself to Jim Carrey's, the Grinch - a movie you made him watch. Eventually, exhaustion outweighed his domestic thoughts; falling asleep with you safe in his arms and Alpine curled up between you.
"Well, this certainly is a surprise... I was beginning to think James made you up."
"Oh, please, nobody could make me up - I'm too complex, nobody's got that kinda imagination," you smirked, legs crossed, seated beside Bucky on a sofa; both facing his therapist.
"I'm glad you could finally join us - I've been asking James to bring you for a while now," Dr. Raynor's eyes darted between you and Bucky, making you feel as if she was seeing right into your soul. However, her tone was accusatory, as if scolding Bucky.
So, you swiftly defended, "Well, I'm happy to be here. Bucky's one of my top priorities, I'd do anything for him - including attending any of these silly mandated sessions. Which are bullshit, by the way, because he's not the Winter Soldier anymore so why is Bucky being crucified? Why is this being pinned on him when he technically didn't do anything? The Winter Soldier did."
"Well, healing often takes time and dedication, and must be done in a series of steps. That's how you see real progress. These sessions are a condition of his pardon - "
"I can't believe your government would even enforce these silly little rules considering Bucky's assistance. He fought against Thanos, he fought on our side, and by all means, helped restore what was lost. I just find it pretty dehumanizing to force him to jump through hoops. I mean, for Christ's sake, half the universe was snapped away, you'd think after that, there wouldn't be need for pardons or contingencies - or for holding onto grudges."
"This is simply how we keep order in a post-Blip society. Everything changed in those five years, it's necessary to keep balance amongst all worldly citizens."
You scoffed lightly, "Ever consider these sessions might be doing more harm than good?"
Raynor frowned, "Despite the Winter Soldier being decommissioned, James still has trauma to process and skeletons to clear out of the closet. Yes, the Winter Soldier is gone, but the man remains - and James needs to focus on healing that part of himself. Whatever he did as the Winter Soldier wasn't Bucky's doing, but he still remembers all he did, which creates a heavy toll on the mind. That's part of the reason these sessions are mandated - because the assassin might be gone, but the residual effects still linger."
You hummed, "Well, let's get into it, Doc."
"You know... I've heard a lot about you. James paints you in a very bright light, says your bark and bite are equally as vicious."
"Hm," you nodded, brows perked, "yet I don't know shit about you."
"Perfectly natural. Typically, most people don't gossip about their therapists. It's nice that you could join us for this session."
"Nice to be invited."
She clicked her pen and settled her pad securely on her lap, just staring at you and Bucky for a long moment. You were ready to snap at her when she opened her mouth, "So, I hear you adopted a cat?"
"We did," you confirmed.
"Alpine," Bucky supplied, body rigid with tension and nerves.
"Right... Alpine," Raynor nodded, leaning her elbow to an arm of her padded chair. "How did this cat come into your possession?"
"We rescued her from a dumpster," Bucky answered stiffly.
"Really?" Raynor perked both brows.
"She was under some pieces of cardboard, screamin' her li'l head off," You chuckled. "Though, I think it's safe to say she chose us, adopted us as caregivers."
"How's that?"
"She wouldn't let us pick her up and we were afraid to take her in case her mama was lingering around. Turns out, she followed us. We were at a crosswalk when she caught up, demanding we pick her up and take her home."
"Is that so?"
"I'd like to think so," you nodded. "We were already on our way to the shelter, so, we took her with us, got her checked out."
"Why were you heading to the shelter to begin with?"
"Oh, uh, to adopt a dog. I had a colleague recommend an emotional support animal - or a companionship animal - to help Bucky feel less alone."
Raynor made a note of something. "You work often?" She asked.
"Often enough that I feel guilty for leaving. Figured getting a dog would instill a sense of dependence, you know, help Bucky feel like there was someone depending on him. Help usher in comfort and stability, help keep him calm, focused, distracted. But Alpine does the same thing - no dog necessary, apparently."
Raynor nodded, her wrinkles dimpling as she frowned and wrote down another note. When her eyes lifted, so did her lips; a smirk on display as she praised, "I actually think that's a wonderful idea. You know, there's been a lot of research about soldiers with PTSD benefitting from an emotional support animal. You're right, they promote peace, stability, distraction - gives patrons a tangible purpose, taking care of another life not their own."
"For sure, again, anything to help," you agreed, holding Bucky's gloved hand he kept covered by leather - only worn in public.
"Although, I wonder, why get a pet? I ask because James speaks highly of you, credits you for keeping him stable and on-track. Do you feel as if she's not enough, James? Is that why you kept Alpine?"
"No," he answered instantly, "she's my best girl and will always be enough. Watch your mouth, Doc."
"But sometimes extra help is nice," you tacked on, tightening your hand in Bucky's. "But for what it's worth, Dr. Raynor, Bucky keeps me sane. I keep him balanced. We keep each other safe. Alpine's just an added bonus, a quiet menace to help quell the business of our brains."
Raynor smirked, "I must say, you surprise me, Miss."
"I'm no stranger to mental health. But as I said before, I just want to help." You looked up at Bucky, finsihing softly, "He deserves peace in this lifetime - and if a little ball of fur can help, sign me up..."
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Haunted
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Word Count: 977
Summary: Part 5/6. The knock at the door isn’t who you expected.
Warnings: None.
“Friday, what’s our eta?” Steve yells out, too anxious to control his voice. “Five minutes.”. That wasn’t fast enough for him. Two days ago he was fighting his best friend on a bridge, now some intern is saying he’s in Austria. How did he get here so fast?
“Calm down, we got this.” Natasha gives him a reassuring look. “I know, but it’s Bucky, he acted like he didn’t remember me, what if I can’t get through to him?”
Natasha feels for her friend, but she can’t imagine what he’s going through. The guy Steve described couldn’t be the winter soldier they’d come to know. Something was afoot but they just don’t have all the pieces yet.
“I haven’t been here since I lost him, it hasn’t changed.” He says looking at the snow capped mountains. They see the clearing they designated for landing just ahead of them. Steve squeezes Natasha’s hand giving her one last terrified look.
They land and it was like any other mission, Black Widow and Captain America working perfectly in tandem. Steve swept the woods east of the helicopter, while Nat wordlessly cleared the west side. They met in the middle, facing south, Steve cocked his head towards the tiny clouds of smoke coming from behind a wall a trees.
You can’t even hear their foot steps in the snow as they sneak their way towards the cabin. You and Bucky didn’t hear a thing as you huddled low in the kitchen, it was the closest you’d been to him, maybe it was his military experience telling him what to do, or it was his natural instinct to keep you safe from whatever was outside.
You tightly held on to Bucky, your face buried in his shoulder. “He found me! I knew I shouldn’t have called Darcy.” You begin to cry, why couldn’t you just be free. You hear a knock at the cabin door and your body freezes. Bucky has his right arm tightly wrapped around you, keeping you close. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”.
You look into his icy blue eyes and you know what he said was a promise. You nod to him as he lets go of you and stands. He cautiously walks to the door, peering out of the window. All Bucky can see is two shadows through the frosted glass. He opens the door, holding his breath, waiting for a fight.
When he’s greeted by the face of his nightmare his heart skips a beat, which is odd, he hadn’t really felt it since he woke up in the snow. “Steve?”, he looks between his friends squinted eyes.
“Buck?” Steve sounds like his heart is breaking. Bucky watches as his eyes soften, this isn’t the Steve from his dream, he wasn’t out to kill him. Without another word Bucky crosses over the threshold, bear hugging his best friend. He doesn’t let go, even when the red headed woman beside them clears her throat.
You waddle to the front door and peak your head around the corner. It wasn’t who you expected. Bucky was squeezing the life out of Captain America, while Black Widow stood there looking utterly in shock.
Steve finally returns Bucky’s hug, understanding this isn’t the same man from the bridge. Bucky releases his friend for a second to say, “I thought I’d never see you again.”.
You never seen two grown men cry before. But here they were, Bucky sobbing into his friends shoulder while Steve stood there letting the tears fall down his cheeks. “It’s really you Bucky?” Steve can’t believe it.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Bucky relents from the hug. Steve looks into his teary eyes, “You don’t remember fighting on the bridge?”.
“My last fight was with you, on the train. I’ve been here ever since.” Bucky feels his heart again, but this time it’s racing. What could Steve possibly be talking about? He’d never fought on a bridge.
“You need to come with us.” The red headed woman said, pointing between you and Bucky. Your eyebrows raise, how were you getting out of this one?
“She’s not going anywhere.” Bucky finally looks away from his friend, now keeping his promise to you. He gives the black widow a murderous look. “There’s the winter soldier!” She says, taping Steve and pointing at Bucky’s face. She was done with today, this was not what she expected.
“Not funny, Nat.” Steve says, giving her a shameful look. He leans past Bucky, into the house. “You really do need to come with us, we can explain on the flight back.”.
With orders from Captain America you’re nodding your head. You couldn’t fight him on this, whatever he had going on was far more important than your disgust for New York. You grab your phone from the kitchen counter, pulling on your thick winter jacket. “Yes, sir.”.
Bucky gives you a look, silently asking if this really was okay. You give him a small smile, this was out of your hands now, you were just along for the ride.
You all packed into the helicopter, no words were exchanged between you as you lifted off from the ground. Your head was spinning, this might be too much for you to handle, but you had to push through, you couldn’t imagine how weird this is for Bucky or Captain America.
You lean your head against the window, letting your eyes close. The adrenaline is gone, leaving you exhausted. Right when you feel yourself drift off to sleep, you hear the woman say “Where did he go?” You look around the small cabin, Bucky’s seat was empty, no indentation showing that he was even there.
You look between the two Avengers, they looked to you for answers. “Did I mention to Darcy that I think he’s a ghost?” You say, scratching the top of your head.
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PSA: Lyanna Stark was NOT a hypocrite
It’s a little annoying how often ASOIAF fans will misread and purposefully misinterpret Lyanna’s thoughts about Robert’s true nature, as a way to prove that she’s hypocritical (while also absolving Robert from all his faults as a husband/lover).
First, let’s look at that conversation again, shall we? 
“Robert will never keep to one bed,” Lyanna had told him at Winterfell, on the night long ago when their father had promised her hand to the young Lord of Storm’s End. “I hear he has gotten a child on some girl in the Vale.” Ned had held the babe in his arms; he could scarcely deny her, nor would he lie to his sister, but he had assured her that what Robert did before their betrothal was of no matter, that he was a good man and true who would love her with all his heart. Lyanna had only smiled. “Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man’s nature.”
And we must consider the larger context:
The girl had been so young Ned had not dared to ask her age. No doubt she’d been a virgin; the better brothels could always find a virgin, if the purse was fat enough. She had light red hair and a powdering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and when she slipped free a breast to give her nipple to the babe, he saw that her bosom was freckled as well. “I named her Barra,” she said as the child nursed. “She looks so like him, does she not, milord? She has his nose, and his hair …”
“She does.” Eddard Stark had touched the baby’s fine, dark hair. It flowed through his fingers like black silk. Robert’s firstborn had had the same fine hair, he seemed to recall.
“Tell him that when you see him, milord, as it … as it please you. Tell him how beautiful she is.”
“I will,” Ned had promised her. That was his curse. Robert would swear undying love and forget them before evenfall, but Ned Stark kept his vows. He thought of the promises he’d made Lyanna as she lay dying, and the price he’d paid to keep them.
- Eddard IX, AGOT
Ned recalls his conversation with Lya as he returns from visiting one of Robert’s bastards. He has just made a promise to tell Robert about the babe and laments that he is a man who honors and keeps his vows. When me promises to do something, he will go through with it.
Furthermore, this scene is framed within the context of Robert being a liar. He will swear one thing and then immediately perform actions that directly contradict whatever oaths he has made. Robert would say that he loves Lyanna and would remain faithful to her, and only her, but then would immediately go an and betray her trust.
That’s what Lyanna is talking about in her conversation with Ned. She’s not condemning Robert for fathering a bastard. She’s condemning him for fathering a bastard all while he swears oaths of love and loyalty to her. Because Ned tells her that Robert loves her and only her, that he’s sworn to be faithful to her alone. Yet Lyanna goes, “are you sure about that, dear brother?” Because why would he swear loyalty to her then turn around and do the exact opposite of that loyalty, which is laying with another woman and fathering a child on her?
As much as Lyanna has the right to call out her betrothed’s promiscuity, she’s really not doing that here. She’s using his promiscuity to call out his lying and unreliable nature. Robert may love her, but he will not honor that love and stay true to her. That’s literally what she means by saying
“Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man’s nature.”
Simple as that.
Also, notice how the topic of oaths and vows comes into play. This conversation undoubtedly brings into mind the concept of knighthood and the chivalric code. Robert has, from the very beginning, been a deconstruction of the knightly ideal. He’s a knight who fought a battle against the (not so) evil dragon/prince and won, but he was ultimately without honor and became a bad king. He’s the same knight who vowed to rescue his maiden (Lyanna) but was also unfaithful to her. This is a deconstruction of the chivalric tale. We’re meant to think that Robert, NOT Lyanna, is the hypocrite here. Robert is just another one of GRRM’s failed knights in ASOIAF; remember that before he was a king, Robert was a Ser.
And if we really want to bring Rhaegar into this, I’m afraid that we cannot call him a hypocrite for fathering a child on Lyanna.
He wondered if Rhaegar had frequented brothels; somehow he thought not.
The text directly contradicts the idea that Robert and Rhaegar are similar. Ned himself, who has a close personal relationship with Robert, acknowledges this. And going back to the point about the deconstruction of chivalry, Rhaegar is a knight as well. His elopement with Lyanna directly plays into the chivalric performance of a knight kidnapping an innocent young maiden. It’s a tale as old as time, literally. But this is not a clear cut case of Rhaegar being the evil knight (or the evil dragon, as some of our fantasy tales might have it) because the text goes to great lengths to paint him as the opposite of Robert.
Rhaegar did not swear vows of love and loyalty to Lyanna and then break them (as far as we know). While he was married to Elia and was fond of her, as per Barrtistan, there is no indication in the text that he personally vowed to love her above all before he ultimately absconded with Lyanna. So, Lyanna running off with Rhaegar instead of marrying Robert does not make her actions hypocritical. There’s really no reason to read this passage that way. At all.
So TL,DR:
STOP calling Lyanna a hypocrite because of this one conversation. That’s literally not supported within the text at all. Lyanna is not objecting to Robert fathering a bastard. Rather, she’s objecting too him fathering a bastard all while he tells her father and brothers that he wishes to marry her, love her, and be faithful to her.
STOP trying to compare Robert and Rhaegar through this lens - that Rhaegar and Lyanna are hypocrites. The text directly contradicts that idea. Robert is the hypoactive and the liar, NOT Lyanna or Rhaegar.
It’s that simple. No need to overcomplicate things.
I’m not entirely sure why this passage has been misinterpreted for so long but here we are…
#asoiaf#lyanna stark#rhaegar targaryen#r plus l equals j#robert baratheon#valyrianscrolls#I’m looking at you Reddit#Y’all continue to have absolute dog💩 reading comprehension#my stuff
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pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader
summary: Wanda is horny for y/n, and punishes her
content warnings: sex toys, punishment, choking, cunnilingus
word count: 3.1k
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Wanda had gotten about five minutes of work done, before the slight shifting of the girl on top of her became too distracting. Wanda double checked her schedule to make sure nothing required her immediate attention before setting her phone to the side. As she tangled her fingers in y/n’s hair and scratched her head lightly, Wanda amused herself with thoughts of how she could reward the girl when they finally got home.
Luckily for her, the two had already discussed general boundaries. Wanda was in the middle of imagining what y/n would look like restrained to her bed as she drew orgasm after orgasm from the girl when the blare of her alarm caused y/n to jolt awake.
Wanda groaned slightly at the interruption, reaching over and turning off the alarm. She looked down at y/n, who’s eyes were still wide from being awoken so abruptly.
“Did you have a good nap?”
Y/n felt her heartbeat calming as Wanda’s nimble fingers ran through her hair. She looked up at Wanda with a small smile. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, you’re just really comfortable to sleep on.”
Wanda fought to keep her arousal down as y/n looked up at her through her lashes. God, she looked so submissive like this. She had a picture perfect innocent look on her face, and Wanda felt her hands subconsciously begin to tighten in y/n’s hair. She could feel her own breath coming out faster as she looked down at the girl lying on top of her. She knew that y/n could sense the change in her mindset by the way that the girl’s face started to redden and her eyes became glossy.
Wanda was shaken out of her stupor when y/n let out a whine. She blinked a few times, before releasing her tight grip on the girl’s hair. Glassy eyes looked up at her in confusion. Wanda simply gave her a tight smile as she nudged the girl to get off the couch.
“We don’t want to be late to this meeting darling, I want you to watch the other people in the room and take notes on what type of dominant you think they are.” Wanda said as she grabbed her bag, double checking that her laptop was securely inside. Y/n made a noise of agreement as she dazedly picked up her notepad from the floor.
Wanda once again placed a hand on y/n’s back as she led the way to the meeting room. She noted the way that y/n leaned into her side at the touch and smirked slightly before her thoughts turned sour.
‘Don’t scare her off like you did with the others.’
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Y/n really did try to pay attention to the other people in the meeting room. But it was so difficult when Wanda was right there. She spent the majority of the meeting watching Wanda change into a CEO boss bitch. It was a glorious sight, and y/n found it hard to concentrate with sticky underwear.
In her defense, she did take some notes. She thought that the dark-haired man next to Wanda seemed like a really strict sort of dominant, the type to have a lot of rules and harsh punishments for disobeying. She watched a blonde woman casually lounging in her chair, oozing confidence. Y/n wrote in her notepad that the woman seemed like the type of dominant who liked to watch more than participate.
Y/n wrote a few more notes about the others in the room before her attention was focused solely on Wanda. She watched as the redhead pinched the bridge of her nose slightly in frustration, before leaning forward with both hands on the table to address a mousy-looking man. Y/n couldn’t help but ogle, reminding herself that Wanda had said it was alright.
She missed what the man had said, but obviously it was the correct response, because Wanda straightened up with a satisfied smirk, crossing her arms in front of her. Y/n’s brain helpfully started to imagine Wanda looking at her like that, and she had to quickly look back at her almost empty notepad to stop that train of thought.
When she looked back up, Wanda was behind a chair with both hands gripping the top as she observed the small debate that had started in front of her. Y/n’s gaze locked onto those hands, observing the tendons that flexed when Wanda’s grip tightened slightly. She was positive that a permanent blush was on her face at this point, and risked a glance at Wanda’s face.
Wanda was looking back at her with one eyebrow raised, and her eyes pointedly glanced at the notepad sitting in y/n’s lap. The girl blushed and picked up her pen once again as Wanda smirked slightly and returned her attention to the table in front of her.
This was going to be a long meeting.
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“That’s it for today, you’re all free to go.” Wanda dismissed her team as they all started to pack up. She glanced towards the clock above the door, noting that most of her employees had gone home for the day. She nodded a goodbye as the last member of her team walked out, closing the door behind him.
Wanda looked over to y/n, her eyes dropping to the paper in the girl’s lap. She noted that there weren’t many notes on the page. Wanda smirked as an idea formed, and crossed the room to lock the door. When she turned back around, y/n was nervously playing with the sides of the paper.
“What notes did you take?” Wanda inquired, walking back to the meeting table and leaning against it. Her eyes seemed to bore into y/n’s, and the girl swallowed before weakly giving a response.
“I wrote down some stuff about what type of dominants I thought they were.” She offered, not bothering to hide the scarce amount of notes before her. She knew that Wanda had already seen the paper, and there was no hiding from the redhead’s knowing gaze.
“I see,” Wanda mused, “And who exactly is ‘they’?”
Y/n looked down at her lap in embarrassment, “Um, the blonde woman and the dark haired man next to you.”
Wanda hummed, looking thoughtful as she tilted her head and asked, “And what type of dominant did you pin them as?”
“Well, the man seemed really strict so I thought he might have a lot of rules and punishments.” Y/n said, feeling a rush of pride as Wanda smiled and nodded. “I thought the blonde woman liked to watch instead of participate, but I forgot the word for it.”
“Voyeur.” Wanda helpfully supplied, and y/n wrote that down in her notepad. She stepped away from the table and towards the girl with her eyes narrowed. “And what other notes did you take?”
Y/n looked cornered as her eyes glanced from the notepad to Wanda’s approaching figure. She let Wanda take the paper from her loose grip, knowing there was no use in hiding it from her.
Wanda glanced at the page quickly, before tossing the notepad onto the meeting table. Y/n’s breathing hitched as green eyes locked with hers. The redhead had an unreadable expression as she stood directly in front of her.
“I thought you wanted to be a good girl.”
Y/n’s eyes widened as she scrambled for an excuse. “I am! I just… got distracted.”
Wanda raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms once again and looking down at the girl seated in front of her. Her head was spinning from the rush she got at seeing y/n squirm. She fought to keep her breath steady as she waited for a response.
Y/n’s brain immediately replayed the scene in which Wanda had stood like this in front of her team, and her wishing Wanda was looking at her. Well, now Wanda was looking directly at her in the same dominating pose.
‘She’s even more attractive than before, that shouldn’t be possible.’
Y/n blinked that thought away, remembering that Wanda was waiting for a response.
“I mean, you.” Y/n waved a hand weakly at Wanda, noting the further narrowing of her green eyes. “You’re just really distracting, in a good way of course, but it’s hard to focus on other people when all I want to do is watch you.”
Wanda’s eyes darkened further at her response, and her jaw clenched slightly as she looked at y/n. Then, she sighed and reached into her pocket.
“Only good girls get rewarded, do you think you deserve a reward?” Wanda asked, pulling out an egg shaped device.
Y/n looked curiously at the object in Wanda’s hand, before meeting her eyes and silently shaking her head. Wanda nodded as she motioned for y/n to stand.
“Then I have no choice but to punish you.” Wanda said with fake pity as she pushed y/n towards the large meeting table. She felt a rush of excitement at the girl’s innocent eyes looking back at her.
Y/n sat on top of the cool wood, spreading her legs when Wanda nudged the inside of her knees. She watched Wanda with wide eyes, as the woman rested a hand on the top of her thigh dangerously close to where y/n wanted her to touch the most.
“Color?” Wanda asked as she stroked y/n’s thigh, teasing her further.
“Green.” Came the response, and Wanda noted the dilated pupils and slightly parted lips of the girl sitting before her. She smiled slightly at the sight, before holding up the device in her hand.
“This is a vibrator I control with an app from my phone. As part of your punishment, you’re not allowed to come until we get home.” Wanda said, watching y/n’s breath speed up. The girl’s thighs parted subconsciously even further, and Wanda smirked before glancing down.
Wanda undid y/n’s belt quickly with one hand, before sliding her fingers into the girl’s underwear. God, she was soaked, and Wanda almost moaned at the feeling. She let one finger slowly circle y/n’s clit as she teased the waistband of her pants with the toy.
“Color darling?”
Y/n was panting, her hips rutting slightly against Wanda’s hand. “Green, so much green.” Came the breathy response, and Wanda couldn’t bring herself to tease the girl further. Not when she looked so perfectly submissive.
With a quick movement, she slid the vibrator into y/n’s underwear. Using two fingers she gently guided it toward the girl’s entrance. With one hand on y/n’s hip to keep her from moving too much, she pushed the toy fully inside.
Y/n gasped at the feeling of both Wanda’s fingers and the toy inside her at once. One of y/n’s hands gripped Wanda’s arm tightly and with a warning look from the redhead, she shakily moved both hands behind her.
Wanda could have moaned at the sight of y/n spreading open for her, hands behind her just like they had discussed. She let her fingers circle the girl's clit a few more times before firmly pinching the hard nub.
Y/n jumped in surprise as a throaty moan was torn from her at the sensation.
Wanda blinked a few times at the sound, moving her fingers to continue circling the girl's clit. Gently this time, almost as an apology.
‘Not too much.’ She mentally reminded herself as y/n’s eyes snapped open.
“No,” gasped y/n, “I liked it.”
Wanda’s breath hitched as arousal shot through her at y/n’s confession. She kept her eyes locked on the shorter girl’s glassy ones as she gently pinched her clit again.
Y/n’s brows furrowed slightly, and she leaned in to murmur against Wanda’s neck.
“Harder.”
With one word, she was rewarded with an even firmer pinch, and y/n moaned again. She started to kiss Wanda’s neck to give her mouth something to do and could feel the pulse point jumping beneath her tongue.
Wanda was beyond aroused, and just barely managed to remind herself that she was punishing y/n. She pulled out her phone and opened the app that connected to the vibrator now deep inside of y/n. With a few strokes, she set the vibrations on a low setting.
Y/n let another moan escape her, she was more aroused than she had ever been. She weakly grabbed at Wanda’s waist as the woman pulled back from her. Looking up, she saw that Wanda’s face was as flushed as her own, but the woman definitely had more composure than y/n did.
“Remember darling,” Wanda reached up to grip y/n’s throat and squeezed, “You’re not allowed to come until we get home. If you break that rule then the punishment will be even worse.” She smiled, and y/n saw in her eyes that Wanda wanted her to break the rule.
What’s worse is that y/n wanted to break the rule, just to see what else Wanda would punish her with. She felt the grip around her throat tighten, and her eyes rolled back at the sensation.
When she nodded her head in response to Wanda’s words, the hand around her throat loosened slightly. Y/n immediately missed the pressure, and with a shaky hand reached up and wrapped her hand around Wanda’s own and squeezed the redhead’s hand tighter.
Wanda’s eyes widened just a fraction, and y/n could see something slightly animalistic behind the dilated pupils, and it filled her with anticipation. She was sure that she was dripping around the fingers still buried in her.
“Color.” Wanda demanded, her hand still tight around the girl’s throat. Y/n managed a weak ‘green’ before Wanda pulled her off the table and forced her onto her knees.
From this angle, Wanda looked like a goddess. Her lips were parted as she panted slightly, and her eyes looked a bit wild as she gazed down at y/n. A curtain of red hair fell around her shoulders, and the golden sunlight streaming through the window hit the back of her head so perfectly that y/n swore she had a halo.
“Do you want to make me feel good darling?”
Y/n felt a bit fuzzy, but nodded her head at Wanda’s question. She felt the low throb of arousal from the vibrator, just enough to keep her near the edge of an orgasm but not able to quite reach a climax.
Wanda finally let go of her throat, reaching for her belt buckle and chuckling darkly when y/n whined from the loss. She swiftly pulled her pants down along with her underwear and kicked them both off to the side.
“Somebody’s a masochist huh?” She asked, and smiled wider when y/n’s eyes lit up with recognition of the word and nodded shyly. Wanda stepped closer to y/n, and once she was inches away from the kneeling girl’s face grabbed her hair tightly.
“Make me cum, but only with your tongue. No touching. Can you do that?” She asked, pressing y/n’s face against her as soon as she nodded.
Y/n was in heaven.
Wanda tasted perfect. And once she had gotten a taste, y/n never wanted to leave her spot between the woman’s legs. She lapped up some of the juice running down Wanda’s slit, before circling her tongue around her clit the same way Wanda had done with her fingers.
Y/n moaned when Wanda’s hand tightened in her hair. She hadn’t realized that she liked pain as much as she was discovering, but she wasn’t all that surprised. She absentmindedly noted that only a masochist would willingly join the Avengers. She started to suck on the hard nub beneath her tongue, moaning harder as the grip on her head tightened once again.
Wanda had started grinding against her face, and y/n reached up to grab her thighs to hold her steady.
Suddenly her head was wrenched backwards, causing tears to spring into her eyes. What did surprise her was the moan she let out. Wanda panted above her, looking down with disappointment.
“What did I say darling?” She hissed, and y/n finally remembered what Wanda had instructed her. She hurriedly put her hands behind her back.
“I’m sorry Wanda, I forgot. I promise I won’t do it again.” She said, pleading with her eyes for another chance.
Wanda just clicked her tongue, shaking her head. “You’ve lost your chance, just stick out your tongue and I’ll have to finish myself off without your help.”
Y/n nodded eagerly, desperate to have another chance to taste the heavenly woman above her. She followed Wanda’s instructions as the woman grinded hard against her face, not moving a muscle when the redhead went rigid above her as she finally reached her orgasm. Y/n didn’t dare move her tongue until Wanda finally looked back down at her.
“Clean up the mess you made darling.” She instructed, and y/n grinned at her before gently lapping up Wanda’s cum. She did her best, not stopping until Wanda pulled back her head.
Wanda was looking at her with a satisfied expression, her thumb running over y/n’s bottom lip as her breath slowed. She pulled up on her hair, signaling that y/n should stand.
Y/n had almost forgotten about her punishment until she felt the vibrations as she stood up. She stood shakily as Wanda slipped back into her pants, leaning on the redhead for support.
Wanda kissed her gently before reminding her, “If you make it home without coming, I’ll reward you very well for being such a good girl.” At that, y/n smiled widely.
“I won't, I promise.” She paused before looking hesitantly at Wanda. “Was that alright? I mean did I actually do a good job?”
Wanda nodded, cupping y/n’s face in her hands. “You did amazing darling, don’t worry about being perfect right at the beginning, there’s plenty of time to practice.”
Y/n nodded at Wanda’s words. She smiled slightly as she remembered how Wanda had gripped her throat.
“I really liked this side of you, I want to see more of it.” She admitted, and Wanda’s eyes darkened once again.
“As long as you let me know if I’m taking it too far.” The redhead said, and y/n smirked at her.
“I don’t think you took it far enough.” She challenged, and Wanda simply laughed as she pulled y/n through the door and started walking towards her office. She let her hand rest firmer on the girl’s back as she slightly increased the vibrations with her other hand. Y/n’s steps faltered slightly at the sensation, and she shot a glare at Wanda before glancing down at the phone in her hand and whipping her head back forward.
Wanda waited until they were back inside her office before leaning in to murmur low in y/n’s ear.
“Don’t test me darling, otherwise you’ll get to experience just how far I’m willing to go.” She nipped at y/n’s ear and smirked at the way the girl suddenly struggled to keep her breath steady.
Oh, Wanda was definitely going to have a fun evening.
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#mommy wanda#dom!wanda#wanda fanfic#wanda x reader#mcu#marvel#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader
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Lucy, Mina, and Jonathan: The Childhood Friend Trio We Don’t Get to See
Because I saw your tag @marghen (and because I need little to no prompting on this)—yes, everyone should absolutely keep in mind that Lucy, Mina, and Jonathan have been friends since childhood. I can’t be bothered to harvest all the scraps of text, but it’s mentioned more than once that Lucy and Mina have been close since they were little girls, and Mr. Hawkins will later mention the fact that he’s known Jonathan and Mina since they were small. They were all wee little kids together, all each others’ closest social circle up through adolescence and young adulthood. And, if the manner of their writing is any indication, they’re still each others’ closest friends.
Things to picture for maximum sweetness (and hindsight pain):
- Mina was the bridging friend between Jonathan and Lucy. As canon has established, both Jonathan and Lucy have the sweetheart gene, and likely took to each other like two golden retrievers meeting for the first time.
- Mina, while still being the mini mom friend, is also the scary friend. She’s the one who goes out of her way to read/stay up late to overhear the ghost stories too menacing for little children’s ears. She absolutely recites them to Jonathan and Lucy. They are both too smitten with her to mention they will have nightmares afterwards.
- Sometime around age 6, Lucy announces that she has already made plans for their home someday. Also their wedding—they will need an especially wide chapel to fit everybody across the aisle, she’s decided. She draws out the situation on a big piece of butcher paper, illustrating little crayon Lucy holding Mina’s hand who is holding Jon’s hand. Lucy is also holding the hand of a stick figure with a question mark for a head. There are several such figures squashed in with the three of them, as placeholders for future people.
Lucy: “In case we need to get more married,” she explains. “We’ll need a very big house.”
- Jonathan causes more than one heart attack when he reveals himself as being part spider monkey. He once climbed a tree that was three floors tall to retrieve Mina’s hat that had blown up into the branches. Another time he climbed the outside of a house to get a stuck cat off the roof. He was 8.
- All three have individually fought for the others’ honor on separate occasions as they grew up. Insults and rumors varied, but generally had themes of implying unmanly weakness on Jonathan’s part, salacious man-stealing on Lucy’s part, and blindness to how foolish it is to let her man be friends with other women on Mina’s part. Rebuttals were always swift, venomous, and often required the insulted party frantically holding back their companions, lest the defensive duo commit something newsworthy against the mudslingers.
- Mina, hiding her left hand: “Lucy. You know that trip to Bournemouth Jonathan and I went on last week?”
Lucy, has been conspiring with Jonathan for the perfect setup for weeks, has been slowly dying with the effort Not to Blab: “Mmhmm?”
Mina: “He proposed to me there. In a graveyard.”
Lucy: “Oh, my!” :o
Mina, glowing: “It was at Mary Shelley’s grave.”
Lucy, turning mental cartwheels: “You don’t say!” :O
Mina, revealing a wedding band with gemstones set like a skull: “And just look at the ring!”
Lucy, straining with every fiber of her being not to break decorum by jumping on the café table and cheering at the sky: “It’s gorgeous, congratulations!” :D
Later, out of Mina’s earshot, everyone in a post celebration-wine buzz:
Jonathan, beaming: …
Lucy, shit-eating grin: …
Jonathan, for the 100th time: …She said y-
Lucy, also for the 100th time: Fuck yeah, she said yes!
(They have been doing this for half an hour. At the full hour mark Lucy is giving a thorough monologue about why she should be both Maid of Honor and Best (Wo)man, it’s only fair, really, she’s known them both longest/best than any of his law school fellows…)
((Jonathan is still nodding at her when he falls asleep and off the chair.))
(((Mina herds them both to bed, silently promising herself never to mention she’d caught on to their plans from day one)))
I don’t know, I just really think it’s vital to recall that these characters are all just barely grazing young adulthood as of the novel’s time, and their entire lives have been spent growing up with each other. Even if the romantic context weren’t there, this is a certified found family trio—we just don’t get the chance to see and appreciate it within the novel due to certain vampiric prick circumstances.
Which is yet another strike against the bloodsucking bastard man. If it weren’t for Dracula, Jonathan would have gotten home on time and we’d have gotten a whole beach episode in Whitby with the three of them. Sigh.
#yes I do love hurting myself with headcanons why do you ask?#really though if a good adaptation ever happens#I'd love it if they examined the closeness of these characters before Dracula smashes everything with a big gothic hammer#it adds an extra layer of Something Precious Lost to the whole ordeal#not just personal danger#but the threat to this specific group of people who have known and loved each other since they were children#anyway#lucy westenra#mina murray#mina harker#jonathan harker#dracula#dracula daily
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RWBY Villains
Me: Hello RWBY villains how are you today?
HAWC: Hey.
Me: Great now let’s get down to business. Um, how did all of you fumble the bag so badly?
HAWC: Whoa!!!
Me: Like ya’ll weren’t even Anime or video game villains. Ya’ll were Disney-level villains.
Adam: Disney? Oh no, I should at least be on Vergil's level.
Me: Oh no. Sh-shut your ass up. You were one of my favorite characters. Like you were awesome at the beginning but you were completely terrible.
Adam: Hey my death wasn’t that bad.
Me: You served as a bridge to Bumblebee. Bro you barely had a role in volume six. You were barely a character.
Adam: Fine. I’ll bite. What was wrong with me?
Me: In volume three, you swore to Blake that you would take everything she ever loved. In volume five, you sent minions to take care of Blake's family.
Adam: Okay but I was at Mistral helping Cinder.
Me: Which is fine. Until Blake showed up and one-shot you. And you were willing to kill yourself along with your troops.
Adam: Oh.
Me: Then on the train, volume six, you had team JNPR, one of Blake’s friends and you didn’t try to off any of them.
Adam: I was on a train.
Me: Full of human civilians. One seemingly trained huntsman. And three rookies. Are you serious?
Adam: Um.
Me: Next, and this has been on my mind for the longest. How, on earth, did you manage to find Blake?
Adam: Uh.
Me: Like were you camping at some random station hoping Blake will see you? Did you somehow know where they were going? If so that means Oscar’s to blame because that must be how he broke back into Saph’s house.
Adam: Mm.
Me: Are you telling me that Blake’s ass cheeks are so big that you were able to track her down with just your ears? Seriously cause that’s impossible cause Harriet got better cheeks than her.
Adam: Aw man.
Watts: It ‘s okay young lad. You were just not as smart as I was.
Me: Brother your plan only worked because everyone was stupid.
Watts: What?
Me: Man a drunk housewife proved you were alive and helped Weiss’s father win.
Watts: Minor.
Me: You had Tyrian kill a bunch of people. Only to frame Penny but guess what she had a whole recording of the events. Literally, your plan wouldn’t have worked if any of the characters have asked, “Why is Tyrian here?”
Watts: Well I hacked into Penny so that way she could self-destruct if she opens the vault.
Me:
Me: Really? Oh, that’s great. Let’s give him a hand everybody He did hack into Penny. *stops clapping*.Too bad he fumbled on that too.
Watts: What? Impossible.
Me: Oh, so instead of you reprogramming her to simply kill herself when she opens the vault. You could have reprogrammed her to follow your every command or better yet Salem’s making her a soulless killing machine. Not only would you’ve had a powerful android but another maiden, who will actually follow your orders. Basically making Cinder useless.
Watts: Oh my god.
Me: And you died along with Ironwood. Cinder didn’t even bother to remember you. Hell, she may have planned that shit. In fact, she took credit for all of your hard work. You died like an idiot!
Watts: No. NOOOOOO! I wasted my life.
Me: *sigh* Now for you.
Hazel: Wait a minute. I am supposed to be a redeemed man.
Me: Hazel, you killed people. You served Salem after figuring out she’s immortal. In fact, you had Ironwood scared of you. You had Oscar and Ozpin right in front of you.
Hazel: Your point..
Me: Hazel, I’m not going to lie. I would’ve straight up committed.
Hazel: What? No.
Me: Okay fine, but why did take Oscar, who has no idea how you feel at all because he hasn’t lost a damn thing, to change your mind?
Hazel: He told me the truth.
Me: You mean the same truth you tortured him for.
Hazel: Um.
Me: Then when he told you that you snapped at him afterward for it.
Hazel: Oh.
Me: Then you had to release him because you didn’t believe him. When you could’ve just called Jinn’s name and seen if she appears before you then made a decision.
Hazel: Oh. But I did exactly like my sister would have done. I fought the good fight.
Me: Hazel she wasn’t even a huntress she was still a student. Matter of fact why should I care about what your sister would’ve done if I had never seen her?
Hazel: Um.
Me: *sigh* (This is why I think Jaune should’ve fought Hazel.)
Roman: Okay so what about us?
Me: Roman you good. You had three good volumes. You were decent.
Roman: Alright.
Ironwood: And-
Me: Ironwood you’re not a villain, you’re a broken man. In fact, you were following your heart but not your mind.
Ironwood. O. Thank you.
Cat: Well certainly I don’t need to be lectured then. I’ve have great.
Me: oh hell no. You, dirty, down-bad feline pedophile.
Cat: Hey.
Me: Dude. What the hell were you thinking? Were high on cat nip or something?
Cat: What was wrong with me trying to get to Remnant?
Me: Okay let start with the fact that you tried to posses Ruby first. Then fully tooken control of Neo. Yet Jaune who was in Ever After for years, and was already going through a mental breakdown. Which you called out by the way. Never crossed your mind.
Cat: uh.
Me: Cat think about it. Neo is their enemy. Jaune is their friend. Not only that, unlike Neo, Jaune, after many years still wanted to go home. You couldn't have used that against him or used his friends against him to weaken him. So you can take his body and leave.
Cat: Oh.
Me: Bro, you were going up against team RWBY, the story's main characters. They weren't even holding back and you were still giving them work. But if you had Jaune’s body wouldn't they have held back just a little bit to give you an edge?
Cat: Oh my god.
Me: Plus Jaune’s semblance amplifies the user's abilities.
Cat: I may would’ve been able to kill them.
Me: So you just proved Jaune is stronger than Ruby. Both physically and mentally. Good job. But you want to know what made all that so pointless. What made you the worst villain of all time than Salem? Bro, you could have actually achieved your goal.
Cat: Yes If it wasn't for Alyx.
Me: No you mother pussy fucker. You could've just gone back with Lewis.
Cat: *shocked after a realization*
Me: Bro, Lewis was already planning to leave Ever After. You couldn't take the time to ask, "Hey Lewis. Since your sister is staying in Ever After, forever possibly, can I go with you to Remnant instead?" Alyx would have basically kept her promise to you. But no you wanted Alyx to leave. And when she refused you killed her. Great job, you have proven to be a pedophile psychopath.
Cat:
Me: Okay so hope all of you realize how much of a disappointment you all have been. And how replaceable you are. Especially you two. Watts and Hazel.
Watts: Who can possibly replace me?
Me: Pietro for starters. He made Penny. And after getting screwed over by the heroes. I’ll say he’ll want some payback. But if I were to go with someone better than I say… Dr. Merlot.
Watts:....
Me: He had his own island. His own company. He seems to be more interested in the Grimm than human beings. And Salem controls the Grimm. So imagine, him teaming up with Salem to revolutionize the Grimm research and make the Grimm into a more deadly and effective. I mean he’s done it before.
Watts: Fair point.
Hazel: And me?
Me: Hazel, Junior can make a better villain than you. Anyone can be better than you. But I might as well say Miss Malachite needs to make a return. Junior really just needs better help and him and Malachite combine their efforts they can almost run a business and a city. Not only that they have spies everywhere so information ain’t so hard to find.
Hazel: Dang.
#rwby#ruby rose#jaune arc#rwby curious cat#hazel rainart#arthur watts#rwby watts#adam taurus#rwby junior#miss malachite#Oscar Pine#roman torchwick#james ironwood
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Awful Silco takes I've seen
So yeah in this post I'll be touching on the shitty Silco takes I've seen going around a lot in the fandom and also the ones which I don't see too much but still make me want to jump off a bridge.
Note: Just because I'm very willing to defend Silco, I understand that he's not a good man nor the best father. I'm very willing to recognize his crimes and I can make a whole list on them if asked.
Silco was only in it for the power
People tend to say how Silco was just trying to satisfy his insatible thirst for power. How he's just another power-hungry villain, using his "Anything to achieve power" speech as proof that it was his main goal.
The thing is, in ep 3, we get to see what is ACTUAL goals were. We see him talking to Vander and when Vander asked if it was all for pride, Silco says, in disbelief that Vander would say that "For respect. Opportunity Everything they've denied us." This isn't a man hungry for power, this is a man hungry for freedom. His speech later only confirms it.
"We had a vision Vander! A dream of freedom. Not just for the Lanes but the whole of the underground, united as one! The Nation of Zaun." His whole body moves with theses words. His believes in this dream. This is something he's always fought even before the betrayal. This isn't just a power grab for him.
Silco didn't do anything to improve Zaun/Silco didn't care about Zaun
A lot of people tend to gloss over the changes that Zaun has went through during the timeskip:
People are in much better clothing than they were in Act 1. There's air filter machines, cars and the economy looks much better improved.
Another thing, Silco has the power over enforcers now. They don't just come in as they please whenever something happened topside. I mean cmon! Compare Piltover's reactions when the kids blew up the building and killed no one in Act 1 to when Jinx blew up a building and killed six enforcers. Yeah, improvement.
There's also a widespread misconception that shimmer is a completely awful drug only used to get people addicted. Yes we do see people in Zaun sadly get addicted to shimmer and in turn ruined their bodies, but:
This belief completely glosses over Silco and Sevika's use of shimmer (medicine for Silco's eye and Sevika's use for it in battle.)
Heck even Caitlyn used shimmer to save Vi's life. Just one drop was used to heal a literal stab wound in seconds. The reason Sky is even dead in the first place is because Viktor decided to not get any shimmer.
Yeah it's 100% bad guys :P
Okay now let's get onto the very awful takes on Silco's relationship with Jinx. Buckle in folks.
Silco's taking in of Powder was a manipulation tactic
This is completely unfounded. Like really? The guy was literally going to stab her only mere seconds ago! How in that moment did he realize that she could be useful to his goals? She's just a mere a child in his eyes and he didn't know that she was the one who made the bomb in the first place!
No instead, his taking in of Powder was one of his few actions in Act 1 that wasn't related to his goals. This girl, crying unto his chest after he asked her where her sister was, sobs out, "She left me. She is NOT my sister anymore." It is at this moment he looks at Vander's body, finds that her pain is similar his, hugs her and gives her words of comfort that she takes right into her heart: "We'll show them. We will show them all."
I've seen people also claim that Silco kidnapped Powder which I go over in this post here.
Silco only loves Jinx as a tool
I know that at first glance that it may *seem* like he only keeps her around for her skills but have you people actually considered that she was also pretty detrimental to his cause?
Literally their first scene together after the timeskip was after she messed up badly on a mission. Sevika complains on how she's just a problem and Silco instead calls out Sevika for not "making sure things went smoothly."
Jinx was the one who messed things up yet instead of a punishment, she only gets a kind rundown of how things will be affected and a day off for her to rest and "focus on her gadgetry."
If she was merely only loved for her usefulness, then Silco does a pretty shit job at making sure she's the perfect solider who doesn't mess up missions.
I mean, look how much he cherishes her! He keeps her gifts around where anyone can see them. Even when she went and killed six enforcers, his only actions against her were to yell at her and take her pen from her when she wasn't listening.
He refuses to give Jinx to Piltover in exchange for the Nation of Zaun, his entire life goal. That is enough proof that he loved her.
Silco doesn't care about Jinx's mental issues/Keeps Jinx mentally instable so that she'll only be loyal to him
Silco takes Jinx to river in ep 5 after she confides in him that she couldn't solve the hexgem in an attempt to help her with her demons.
It's here in this scene that he's wanting her to kill Powder because I quote Silco, "So that the fear of pain will no longer control you." He doesn't want Jinx to be a prisoner of
Why waste all that time on helping her with issues if he doesn't care?
Also there's also there's this weird thing about people saying that had Silco cared, he would've taken her to therapy. WHERE are any signs that therapists exist in their world. Show me the person who has PhD on psychology.
Silco knows she has tons of problems. But what could he do? He's just a broken man helping his broken daughter the only he knows how.
Silco lied to Jinx about Vi being dead
You're telling me that that whole "FROM THE DEAD?!" scene just flew by your head completely? Dude, you're due for a rewatch asap.
Marcus arrested Vi (without Silco or Jinx knowing whatsoever), told Silco that Vi was dead and Silco relayed this to Jinx.
He had NO idea he got fucked over by Marcus until Vi actually came back. That's why he even went to the Sherrif's house in the first place! He threatened Marcus to fix what he's done or there would be consquences.
Silco and Jinx's relationship is romantic/sexual
*seen throwing up into a sink* Sorry sorry but what? A girl being close to man does NOT always mean they're in that kind of relationship. "B-but I wasn't close to my dad like that omg-" shut up for the love of everything that's good in this world. Just because you weren't close physically to YOUR parents doesn't mean it's the same for everyone else.
I'm very close to my mom. I hug her constantly, kiss her on the cheeks, heck I've even slept in the same bed as her for some period of time when I was like 14/15. This DOES NOT mean I want to fuck my mom nor does she want to do the same to me (haha I nearly died typing this message).
"But she sat on his lap-" okay and? Jinx is someone who very clearly goes up into people personal space when she wants to interogate them.
Look at her interrogation scenes with Theiram and Sevika. She got all up close to them but for some reason no one bats an eye at this. This is very typical Jinx behavior which doesn't mean she wants to fuck any of these characters. Context matters people.
Silco should've let Jinx died if he really cared
I shit you not, I've seen not one but multiple people claim this. HUH? You're actually fucking telling me that a father seeing his daughter near death and doing everything he POSSIBLY could do fo save her life, is a sure sign that he doesn't care about her?
I've seen someone argued that since she wanted to commit suicide, Silco should've respected her wishes.
First off dimwits, Silco didn't KNOW she pulled the pin herself. He came only in aftermath, seeing her all bloodied, ashed and went full dad panic mode. Second off, no parent, let alone Silco, would let their child to die just because they're suicidal. I seriously hope these people never meet someone with suicidal thoughts. Like I'm actually serious.
Jinx shot Silco to purposefully save Vi
Look at the scene where she shoots and kills him. She's in the middle of a breakdown and only struck when she heard the click of her gun.
Nothing in that moment mattered to her. Not Vi, not Silco. She was merely reacting to sound which she percieved as a threat. She doesn't even look back to see if Vi was okay, she's completely in her world. I find this scene to be a parallel of her breakdown in ep 4.
Now, this isn't to say that she doesn't care about Vi. She LOVES her sister. But at that moment, Jinx only cared about keeping herself safe.
The "You're Perfect" line was a manipulation Tactic
I'm sorry I just don't see how a scene where a father literally comforts his daughter who just shot him as just some ploy to get her to do what he wants.
He already very clearly expressed how the Nation of Zaun was nothing compared to Jinx ("Is there anything so undoing, as a daughter?)
His last words were as followed: "I never would've given you to them. Not for anything. Don't cry, you're perfect." There's so 'you have to complete this goal for me', this is him dispelling her fear of being betrayed by him and his final message of love. Nothing mattered to him in his last moment, only thing he cared about was his daughter.
#silco#jinx#arcane#bad silco takes#please stop#i'm going to die#i know I'm biased but if you're gonna hate on my blorbo at least do it right#i can list all the reasons why he's bad if you want#also PLEASE check out sweatandwoe's post of why Silco shouldn't be blamed for child labor#it's a very good read#arcane meta#kuro-tori
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Heyy so all I want is arguing/angst and smut like maybe timothée is super toxic
I knew I had a request for this somewhere!
I’ve been wanting to do a little blurb on a Toxic!Timmy AU, just to test it out and see what you guys think. I feel like I should apologize in advance, I’m so used to writing real Timmy and having everyone tell me they love the accuracy.
So please please pleeaaaassseee let me know what you think of this style! It’s definitely not our actual boy, but it was fun to explore a completely different character.
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Toxic
Timothée Chalamet x Reader
alternate universe where timmy is toxic. if you like fics where timmy is portrayed accurately, this isn’t for you. angst. smut. he’s just a terrible person in this, really. part two.
*obligatory mobile formatting apology*
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“Why are you lying to me when the proof is right there?!” You shouted. You were furious, which was something that wasn’t uncommon in your house. Once again, your boyfriend had been caught, and you had to sit back as the whole world watched your embarrassment.
“I wasn’t out anywhere with her!” Timothée shouted. You had to admit, he was a convincing liar, but that didn’t change anything. “You’re crazy! Why are you always looking for something wrong with me?!”
“There’s videos of you kissing her!”
“That’s not me!”
“Then why is she wearing your clothes?!” Your voice broke. You were fighting everything in you not to cry. You knew every time you cried he won. He would say you were just too emotional or that you were on your period, then brush the problem to the side.
“More than one guy can’t own the same pair of shorts?!” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He said your name but it landed on foreign ears. “Maybe you should go spend the night with your friend.”
“Why? So you can bring her over here and fuck her in my bed? Haven’t disrespected me enough yet, Timothée?” You spat.
“I don’t-!” He bit his lip and slapped his hand against the drywall. “We need to be apart until you get over whatever psychotic episode you’re having. Do you really believe I’d cheat-“
“Yes.” You cut him off. “Yes I do. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes. Don’t be so naïve, the both of us know this isn’t the first time.”
“Woman-“ His tone was graced with warning.
“Go to hell.” With that said, you stormed out of the room. You finally let the hot tears spill down your cheeks.
*
“Why do you keep letting him treat you like this?” Your best friend, Naomi, asked. You had been at her house for a few hours now after you stormed out. She was always the one to pick up your broken pieces whenever you and Timothée fought, which lately was more often than not.
“I don’t know.” You sighed. You were just as much of a liar as he was, though. Because you did know. You knew exactly why you accepted the behavior. You leant your head onto her shoulder, you were both sitting on her couch.
“Then stop it.” She said. “Come move in with me and Isaac. You can take the extra room-“
“I can’t do that.” You replied, feeling the tears run down your cheeks again. “I can’t leave him.”
“Yes you can.” She reassured you. “There’s nothing stopping you but yourself. You can get out of there and be done with him.”
“I can’t, I love him.”
“A man like that doesn’t deserve your love.” Her voice was softer now, you knew she felt bad for you. You didn’t want her to feel bad. “All he does is use you. You do everything for him and then he turns around and cheats. He’s not gonna have any better than you. And he needs to see that.”
“But he can change. He wasn’t like this when we got together. He can go back to being my Timmy. The fame got to his head. He’s only twenty-“
“Stop making excuses for him. When you came in here you were furious and now you’re begging off.” She sighed. “If it is the fame that went to his head, then he needs to experience it. Leave his ass and let him actually realize how good he has it with you. Maybe it’ll knock some sense into him.”
“Maybe you’re right.” You sighed and bit your lip. “He won’t be home. I can go get my stuff and disappear tonight.”
“Do you want me or Isaac to come with you?”
“No.” You said. “I can go alone.”
*
You did just that. Late that night, around midnight, you snuck back to your shared apartment. Quietly you unlocked the door and slipped inside. He would be out with friends at an hour like this, so you knew he wouldn’t—
“Oh god, yes! Fuck me, Timothée!” You heard a loud shout and a moan. At that instant your heart dropped into your stomach like a rock.
You could hear the bed creaking, you could hear her moans, the worst part was you could hear his moans. The ones that used to be reserved for you and you only.
You held your chin up and walked down the hall anyway, avoiding looking into the room with the open door, and went straight to collect your things. The girl must’ve seen you walk by because she shouted.
“Oh god I think someone broke in!”
You walked into your room, grabbed your favorite duffel bag, and began shoving random things into it.
A few moments later you heard footsteps and a door slam. You flinched to the loud noise.
“What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you said you were going to-“
“I did. And I came back to get some of my stuff. Is that a crime?” You snapped back. You were out of emotion to offer him. He didn’t deserve your emotion.
“You should’ve called first.”
“Called first to walk into a place I pay half rent on? Don’t be ridiculous.” For the first time that evening you looked toward him. He stood there, leaning against the door, naked, dick still hard. You shivered, throwing your erotic thoughts to the back of your mind. Now is not the time.
Unfortunately, it was too late. He had seen your reaction.
“Ohhh.” He sauntered over to you, playfulness on his voice. “Mad at me, taking all her stuff, running away, but still can’t keep her eyes off my cock?”
You were silent.
“You know I love you.” He said softly, taking your chin in between his fingers. He made you look at him.
“Do I?” You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter, though. You had wanted him to say that for so long. All you had wanted was for him to love you.
“You do.” He said. Within an instant his lips were on yours.
“Get rid of her.” You mumbled when his lips touched yours. “Get rid of her and I’ll stay.”
“Give me five minutes.” He broke the kiss and exited the room.
While he was gone, you stared at the duffel bag in your hands. Maybe he was right.
Maybe you were just overreacting. What did it really matter if he fooled around with others sometimes? He always came back to you. He was completely in love with you, he was addicted to you. Nobody could ever give him what you do. Those other girls may have him for a moment, but you always got him in the end. He was yours, and that’s something they couldn’t take from you.
You smiled softly to yourself and dropped the duffel bag. Maybe he did love you all this time and you were just too dumb to see it.
You walked out of the room to be met with Timothée, who was on his way back to you. You both stopped in your tracks. You smiled at him and felt giddiness well up inside of you. Finally, you were getting what you wanted.
Crashing into his room, lips on each other’s, his hands on your body, the way it was supposed to be. It didn’t take long for him to strip you of your bottoms and push you onto your back on the bed. He entered you quickly and fully, which made a shout erupt from your throat.
His lips stayed attached to your neck and his hips slammed against yours fervently. You were completely blissed out, you were finally feeling his skin on yours again. It was something that you had wanted for so long.
“Move back in here.” He muttered against your neck. “Back into our room.” Your heart soared. You wanted nothing more than that. To be his again.
“Ooohhh- okay.” You said with a giggle on your lips. “Ooh, that feels so good, Timothée.”
“So fucking tight.” He muttered as his hands explored your body. “So perfect for me.”
When all was said and done, you lied next to him in bed for the first time in ages. You watched him light up a cigarette, a habit of his you hated, but you didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to ruin the moment.
“I love you, Timothée.” You said. You snuggled your face into his ribs and felt comfortable. Sleep slowly began to take you over.
“I know.”
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taylor time. last album at this point in time ! lover !!
I Forgot That You Existed - Steve and Tommy. you can decide if it’s platonic or not. “got out some popcorn as soon as my rep started going down” tommy leaving steve for billy. “would have fought the whole town” “sent me a clear message, taught me some hard lessons”
Cruel Summer - steddie. “bad boy, shiny toy with a price” eddie “the freak” munson. “devils roll the dice” hellfire dnd club…a game involving a lot of dice. “i’m not dying. you say that we’ll just screw it up in these trying times” you cannot convince me eddie wouldn’t be really nervous in the relationship.
Lover - steddie and byler. twofer, here. “i’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you” steve being popular in high school and everyone hitting on will throughout the show. “with every guitar string scar on my hand, i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover” eddie with his guitar and “king” steve. “my hearts been borrowed and yours has been blue. alls well that ends well to end up you.” mike “borrowing” his heart out to el, but eventually ending up together. “swear to be over dramatic and true” eddie.
The Man - nancy. we’ve seen her getting frustrated with the blatant sexism in her field, being ignored and pushed down for being a woman. “they’d say i played the field before i found someone to commit to” and the slut shaming in season one. “when everyone believes ya, what’s that like?” and getting ignored and made fun of at her job in season 2. the bridge can also apply to guys in her life. “ranking in dollars and getting bitches and models” steve and tommy in season one (i’m willing to assuming tommy and steve bragged about getting with girls before carol and nancy) “and it’s all good if you’re bad and it’s okay if your mad” billy
The Archer - nancy again. “i’m ready for combat” always on edge after what happened with barb, always ready for the upside down to come back. “i’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you” we see her struggling wanting to open up in season 2, with her guilt with steve and letting barbs parents know what happened. “i ride off alone” becoming a bit of a loner and not making new friends after barb. “who could ever leave me darling? but who could stay?” her and steve breaking up, having issues with jonathan now. “all of my hero’s die all alone” barb died alone. she’s watching her mom raise them pretty much alone, with little to no help from her dad. “all of my enemies started out friends” her vecna traumas were her friends and peers. “they see right through me. can you see right through me?” having a strong shield but being scared and broken under it all
I Think He Knows - steddie. “his hands around a cold glass” the broken glass bottle. “wanna see what’s under that attitude” both sides, steve and his sarcasm and eddie and his standoff-ish-ness. “lyrical smile” (a reach, i know) “i’ll drive” paralleled with “harrington’s got her” just imagine steve gushing to robin like this LIKEEEEE COME ONNNNN
Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince - stancy, when they got back together between season one and two. “i saw the scoreboard and ran for my life” nancy leaving after everything that happened. ���we’re so sad we paint the town blue” both grieving and processing. “they whisper in the hallway she’s a bad bad girl” and the cheating rumors during season one. mainly, nancy is the perfect girl next door troupe on first glance, miss americana, the perfect symbol. steve is known for being smooth and popular and a flirt, a heartbreaker kinda deal
Paper Rings - jopper. “i’ve waited my whole life” “i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this” “without all the ex’s, fights, and flaws, we wouldn’t be standing here so tall” they have their little family cause of their past, cause of the fights and exs and mistakes. joyce would also love just a little wedding in the back yard with inexpensive rings and just surrounded by their family and friends
Cornelia Street - steddie. I KNOW I SAY EVERY LOVE SONG IS STEDDIE BUT AHHHHH. anyways. “i get mystified by how this city screams your name” eddie thought king steve was still the king. “jacket around my shoulder is yours” eddie’s battle vest. “barefoot in the kitchen” so many steddie fics have them dancing or cuddling in the kitchen. SO MANY. and i think steve loves VERY deeply and would wrap around love like this.
Death By A Thousand Cuts - el and mike AND lumax. “chandeliers still flickering here” el messing with the lights with her powers. “i see you everywhere. the only thing we share is this small town” lucas seeing max at school but not being able to talk to her. “i look through the windows of this love even though we boarded them up” lucas wanting to try again, el fighting for mike back. “trying to find a part of me that you didn’t touch” mike helped el form who she is. “searching for signs in a haunted club” max’s happy place was the snow ball. “paper cut stings from our paper thin plans” el with the “from mike” letters.
London Boy - honestly no one. really just us with the british actors ig
False God - jancy. “the ocean separating us” and then going long distance. “the road gets hard when your guided by blind faith” the recent troubles in their relationship. i also just adore the idea of nancy viewing love as religious. like, she’s seen all the worst the world can give, with the upside down, losing her best friend, etc. easy to imagine her losing faith through that, so clinging on to something good she has in a religious since, like worshiping love or finding religion in being loved
You Need To Calm Down - el. i just think she’d like it
Afterglow - nancy. with who is up to you. but i think she has a tendency to self destruct and taking things out on the wrong people. see blowing up at steve when feeling guilty or fighting with her mom and jonathan when stressed. pushing away those there for her, even with being cold to robin at first. “put you in jail for something you didn’t do” “thought i had reason to attack, but no” “why’d i have to break what i love so much” “tell me that we’ll be just fine even when i lose my mind”
ME! - byler. “troubles gonna follow where i go” wills tied to the upside down. “i know i tend to make it about me” mike kinda ignoring will in season 3 and 4. “when we had that fight out in the rain” “living in winter, i am your summer” idk why but just really reminds me of them
It’s Nice To Have A Friend - elmax. “school bell rings, walk me home” “video games, you pass me notes” i like to imagine max taught el how to play dog dug. “20 questions, we tell the truth” “call you babe. have my back…every day”
Daylight - joyce. “love was as cruel as the cities i lived in” her ex was awful, and she wasn’t treated well by the town when will was missing. “i became the butt of the joke” “clearing the air, i breathed in the smoke” she used to skip class to smoke with hopper. “maybe i stormed out of every single room in this town” “in a 20-year dark night” i know it’s been longer since her and hooper met, but life without him in her day to day and then getting him back. the whole end is so her. “i just think that you are what you love”
#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#mike wheeler#steddie#el hopper#taylor swift#chief hopper#lover#joyce byers#jopper#max mayfield#lucus sinclair#lumax#last album for now#bonkers
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The sun was now starting to disappear from the horizon as the shade of numerous colors mixed in together at the time of dusk —And that was the same time Shirazuki household had been visited by some unexpected guest at her doorstep.
But when the ex-idol had gone out to check it up, she only found a package neatly wrapped in a beautiful piece of cloth hanging around the handle of the door instead of any sight of its sender.
Deciding to inspect it first for safety reasons, she cautiously unwrapped the parcel until she saw what had been sent to her residence.
First one she saw was a knitted scarf with the design of an adorable but insightful animal, the ‘Barn Owl’,
Next was a set of cute macarons which was actually the scented candles with a sweet and fruity mixed berries fragrance,
And last one was an elegant set of twelve necklaces in the theme of zodiac star signs,
Last but not least, there was a card written “Happy Birthday & Happy New Year!” submitted with the address from the people of Nara Division
—Somewhere in a car that was heading out of Minato ward—
“Really, you should put the birthday card outside of the furoshiki,”
the young(?) man with shades said as he just casually opened a can of tuna in his grasp, not even caring that he was in someone else’s car,
“or somewhere else more easier to see —Receiving something from the seemingly anonymous sender normally startles the person who used to be at the center of the limelight, you know?”
A cold glare was pointed to the speaker from the driver seat.
“I don’t wanna hear that from someone who almost caused a ruckus in Ms. Queen Card’s birthday the previous October,”
the much older man in his usual dark colored suit retorted with somewhat hostility in his tone.
“Aww~ Don’t talk about the water under the bridge, shall we?”
that enigmatic nonconformist shrugged in an unserious manner while he was savoring his quick supper.
“That queenie is already pretty smart on her own. I know she would know in a heartbeat that the little gift I added to Misaki’s thingies was more like a greeting toy than some real threat —Well, wouldn’t we all live for some excitement?”
As the shades he always oddly wore indoors and outdoors still covered all parts of his eyes, the older man couldn’t make a guess of what was actually in this shitty cat’s head.
Turning away from his troublesome accomplice, Chishio let out a long sigh as he fought down his own urge to pack this cat in some blank luggage and send it back to where he should belong. To be honest, maybe the reason why he often got disturbed by his antics was because it reminded him so much of himself when he was with his young master and the kids in his team.
…And he never understood what in the world had made Shūkaidō think that his earnest young master could replace him when the adoptive son of his was the troublesome person like THIS of all time.
Miku blew out the match and watched as the wick on her new candles that laid on top of some trays on her bedroom floor caught aflame. A small, delicate fire that allowed the mixed berry scents to fill her room.
Surrounding her on the floor was a ring of unscented candles.
With an exhale, she tilted her head back and closes her eyes, canceling out everything around her, including the owl scarf that rested on her shoulders. Cancelling the sound of her beautiful new With her nose, she breathed in the unfamiliar scent, her ears focused on the white noise that played on her computer and the light chimes from her new necklaces that hung on her jewelry altar, and zeroing in on the heat that rose from the candles around her.
“My circle is cast.”
Thank you for the gifts!
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The Heist ch. 13 snippet
The estate was quite nice. Draco appreciated the abundance of trees and debris blocking a clear path from Flamel’s home to Zabini’s.
“So many windows.” Granger expressed with a bit of awe in her voice. Windows, for a home, were good. They let in natural light, prevented the place from feeling drab and dreary.
But for their purposes, there were just a bit too many, for Draco’s liking. He would make sure to charm them all to prevent anyone from seeing in.
“The kitchen!” Ginny gasped to Granger, and the girls immediately started to explore the cabinetry and refrigerators. It was fully stocked, of course, which Draco appreciated.
“There’s a gym in here!” Harry announced from down the hall during some point of the tour led by Zabini himself. “And a pool,” Seamus had exclaimed as he looked out the massive windows overlooking the terrace and outdoor pool.
Theo rolled his eyes, often, as Zabini continued to charm all his newest tenants with the vast beauty of his (second)home.
Draco had these sort of luxuries before in his life. A time that, now, seemed so long ago. Granted, he wasn’t hurting financially as a grown man free from the constraints of a pureblood high society.
He had quite a bit of money in the bank and he did well for himself(obviously). But it wasn’t anything compared to the wealth he might have gained if he had agreed to marry Astoria. If he had gone through with it.
Granger found him in the kitchen, pulling a pack of chocolate chip cookies from the pantry.
She smiled at him and it was that bright, open smile he had become accustomed to. He had to admit, as he leaned his hip up against he grand kitchen island and watched her open the fridge, that he had had a moment of doubt last night. When her eyes had, for a brief moment, showed him something more than the usual light and joy that she exuded around him.
He had been openly flirting with her. Both he and Theo had been and it was the first time she looked flustered around them. The first time she had looked withdrawn. Even if it was for only a second.
She pulled out a bowl of fresh blueberries and strawberries and set it on the kitchen island in front of him. Her brow lifted before she accioed the cookies and sent them back into the pantry.
“Here,” Her hand pushed the bowl closer to him.
Draco grimaced but obeyed. He picked up a fat little blueberry and popped it into his mouth.
Draco watched her as she ran a hand over the counter, appreciating the intricate veins of white marble beneath the surface of the rock. He appreciated the way her lashes fanned over her cheeks as she stared down. The slight curve to her nose. The beauty mark on the the side of the bridge, near the corner of her eye.
“My family disowned me,” He said it, without really understanding why. But something about this house and the way she seemed to admire the beauty of it propelled the truth from him.
Her eyes lifted to his and they were wide with surprise.
“Because of Astoria,” he added before biting into a strawberry.
“Even your mother?”
Talk of his mother wasn’t something he did openly. Or even at all. Not in at least fifteen years. Whenever anyone of his family came up, he usually clumped everyone together into the same category. His father, his grandfather, cousins...his mother.
Because, while she had not openly expressed that he should be cut off, his mother had not fought his father. Who was viciously angry with Draco, of course. His mother had been disappointed, cried even, when he had returned to the manor after running out on Astoria. But when his father swore to disown him, she had said nothing and Draco had accepted it as his fate.
“Even my mother.”
She frowned and glanced down at the bowl of fruit he continued plucking through. “Why did you wait until the day of the wedding?” Her voice was gentle but cautious.
Draco chewed on a strawberry as he considered the promise he made to himself the other day. The day he had learned something about her she hadn’t herself shared.
He swallowed and shrugged. “I was only twenty and I was terribly stunted, emotionally that is.” She almost smiled and so he did. “Still am.”
Granger shook her head, her lips pulling up. “Aren’t we all?”
Draco nodded and looked down at his fingers as they picked up a blueberry, rolled it around between them. “I was ordered to do things, sometimes by my own family, that I never wanted to do. And the day of the wedding, I realized that it was just another thing I was being ordered to do. I was going in, blind. I realized that the rest of my life was going to be a series of things I didn’t want to do. So, I began to panic. Hyperventilate, twist your stomach in knots until I puked kind of panic. You know it?”
She nodded furiously, her lip caught between her teeth. Her bright eyes on his.
“Theo found me like that. On my hands and knees, in front of the toilet. Instead of trying to talk me out of marrying her, or trying to convince me that everything would be fine, he asked me if I wanted to go with him to Monte Carlo.”
“And you did.”
He nodded. "Not initially. I walked up to that alter, and stood there, watching her walk toward me. Then I turned to Theo, who was still standing at my side and told him that I wanted to go to Monte Carlo." He frowned, sheepishly.
"I could have been more honest with Tori but,” he paused and looked around the kitchen. The crown moldings, the large windows and fancy appliances. “She was already planning on building a home like this.” He gestured to the kitchen around them. “She was planning what kind of charity events we would go to, where to donate our money. It was like listening to my mother talk. And Just like my mother, she was also trying to ensure that my family remained in good standing, socially. And my mother was doing it, so that my father could continue to do what? Be vile? I don't know. I might be a thief but don’t want to be vile. Not anymore.”
Granger shook her head.
“I was vile to you once upon a time.”
Her eyes softened as she tilted her head. Granger’s hand reached for his. “You’re not vile.”
He smiled at her as he continued to graze and they shared a moment of quiet as her hand remained clinging to his.
“Theo is my family.” He said, smiling gently at the confession. Because no matter what, through every shitty decision Draco made, and every life altering event, Theo had been there.
“I obliviated my family.” Was her response. “When I was seventeen.”
“Because of...?” He didn’t finished. He still didn’t speak the dark wizard's name. Not out of fear, nor respect. But out of shame for a past he was unable to escape, no matter how hard he tried.
She nodded. “They don’t remember me, or who they were. I tried to reverse it but,” She shrugged. Her voice was steady, but her eyes were downcast, in shame. “I don’t have any family.”
“You do, though.” He turned his hand, so that their palms were pressed together and his thumb began to soothe the backs of her knuckles. “You have Potter and Ginny.”
She shook her head. “I sometimes have Harry.” She paused and watched as she threaded their fingers together. “I have Theo.” She admitted it, quietly. Cautiously.
“And you have me.” Draco lifted their linked hands to his mouth and grazed the tips of her fingers to his lips. “You and I have been through the wringer, yeah? I was, at one point, unworthy of your affections.”
She put his hand to her cheek and leaned into it. “Not anymore.”
Granger’s bright, brown eyes settled onto his and he knew it was only a matter of time before whatever was between them would ignite. It was like a fuse, slowly initiating a charge between two explosive components.
There was something inside of him that was growing and gnawing at him. It was uncomfortable and exciting all at once. He wanted to wrap his arms around his chest and keep whatever it was, there. Because really it felt like it might burst out of him one day. And he wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it.
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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥
Ride with U
Chapter 12: Chicago is so two years ago.
Ship: Harringrove
Rating/TW's: Explicit, mentions of violence & child abuse
Tags: Super Powers UA-Billy 'Judas' '13' Hargrove, mostly S1&2 canon compliant minus things I fixed, enemies to lovers, truth or dare, hurt Billy, hurt comfort, crime/mystery, superpowers, more backstory on the Lost Sister characters (Axel, Kali funshine), max is a great sister, an appearance by the Hawkins crew, lovers on the run, flirting, kissing, sex, pain kink, king kink, bottom Billy Hargrove, boys falling in love
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2 years ago. California.
Billy’s just turned 15, and he’s got to get the fuck out of California. Now that Wade is… gone, there's nothing tying him here anymore. Neil and Susan have a replacement golden child they can dote on and Billy can finally break free of the family tree like the diseased branch he’s always felt like he was.
He just doesn't know where to go.
At least he wouldn’t have. If he hadn't managed to decode the message on the postcard from a sister he hasn't thought about in years. Kali.
It’s been a long time since he’d used this specific cipher, but once he saw the familiar glyphs, a section of his brain lit up in memory and his heart ached at that after all this time, his real family has come back to find him.
Fast forward through a painfully long road trip full of regrets and bad decisions and you will make it to the abandoned warehouse in Chicago Kali mentioned. It’s worn down, condemnably so, and probably full of crack heads. But, it had a roof, and a super kid leagues stronger than himself to watch his back and really, that’s all Billy needs right now. The bullet hole in his chest is still healing, arguably quicker than anyone ever should, and it’s almost cruel that the ‘gift’ he’s been able to receive after so much torture is the ability to survive more torture.
Kali doesn't come alone. Of course she doesn't. Even Brenner couldn't cut out her bleeding heart for strays. Inside the vast warehouse was another 4 humans he’s never met before. Funshine-Another super from unknown origins, Mick-A human and a runaway from an abusive ex in Detroit, Dolly-Another runaway from a trafficking ring, and Axel, Kali’s business partner, boyfriend, and right hand man with a tragic backstory that eclipsed all of theirs combined. But Billy wouldn't come to find out those particularly gruesome details until much later.
Kali introduces Billy to the group as ‘Judas, but he prefers Jude’, and he doesn't correct her. Billy is weary of strangers. Especially so many. He can't help it, he’s been trained to be. And if bridges got burned here too, it was better they didn't know his real name.
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Billy stays with them for a year. In that time, his other family hasn’t attempted to contact, file a missing persons report, or try to track him down. Billy tries not to let it sting and instead just focuses on the family he does have. Kali, who in such a short time and after so many years, has quickly become his best friend and confidant, Mick and Funshine who were still with them despite so many others filtering in and back out over time. And then there was Axel…who was a ‘complicated at best’ relationship on a good day.
Billy thought Axel and Kali made a great pair. They balanced each others crazy out well. But Billy and Axel? Their relationship was the unfortunate accumulation of two competing benzene fires. They didn't hate each other, their personalities meshed quite well. Which resulted in some of the hottest, filthiest sex Billy’s ever had. But just as harshly as they loved, they fought twice as hard. It left sections of the warehouse in even further condemnable positions and resulted in mental warfare as punishment from the one, and only, Demon-in-combat-boots Kali Prasad. Kali kept them in check.
She’s always had the ability to reign Billy. Even if Billy knows the self conscious confessions she's cried in the dead of night when everyone else is asleep.
It was great, right up until the moment it wasn’t. And once that bridge was burned, Billy had no choice but to leave. He had to break ties with Axel in a way that didn’t risk losing Kali. Which meant, his short, blissful stint in Chicago was over, and he had no choice but to go back to California.
It was his fault. Well, it was actually Axel's fault shit went down the way it did, but it was Billy’s fault for getting drunk and making the first move 8 months ago that lit the match that led to the unpredictable inferno that was their purely sexual relationship that left them both burned and buried under the ashes…
“Billy? You okay?”
Billy blinked to clear the fog of the memory and turned his attention to his boyfriend who was trying, and failing, to hide his worry.
Billy reached across the bed to bring their lips together. Steve melted under the kiss as predicted, holding tight onto Billy like a lifeline.
“Yeah course babe, why wouldn't I be?” Maybe it was a white lie, but he didn't need Steve bailing on him too.
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When the past knocks on her door, Silena has to come clean
Part 4 of Sirens Scream Names Forgotten by Tomorrow, Laid to Rest in Infinity
(Chapter 1 under cut)
Chapter 1: That's the Nature of Secrets, Dark and Deep, Waiting to be Found
Summary: Silena opens her door.
“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”
- Crime and Punishment (Fyodor Dostoyevsky)
There’s a knock on her door, one that lights the rune next to it, one that whispers if you know how to listen and Silena knows. There’s a demigod at the door. Not unexpected, not really, there’s always a part of her that’s ready.
So she opens it, bracing herself and-
No, no, no, please, why do the gods hate me so much that it’s you?
“Silena?” Clarisse whispers, blood dripping from her mouth and left arm, onto the ripped and faded carpet in a steady stream. Silena should shut the door right fucking now. Bolt it, grab a knife, if she was smart , she would run like hell. Get out of dodge before this barely coherent house of cards comes crashing on top of her. Death by a thousand cuts.”Are you… real?” I can’t turn you away, even if it burns everything down.
Burn everything down? It was ashes the second Clarisse came to Gotham, even if neither of them knew it then. But she’s still bleeding all over the hallway, so instead of burning, Silena shuts down.
Compartmentalizing. That’s what her textbooks call it anyways.
“Come in.” She goes through the motions. Nectar first, a gulp, then two, down the other woman’s throat to stabilize her. Heal some of the smaller injuries and reduce her susceptibility to the larger ones. Fresh clothes, bandages, stitching supplies, splinting tools, everything she needs pulled out of her perfectly packed and carefully hidden medical cabinet in the wall, slipped behind a large painting that had cost her an arm and a leg at an art fair. Focus.
“What are you doing here?” Clarisse demands, keeping very still and breathing as steadily as she can while Silena peels away the bloody and torn jacket, revealing a deep and jagged cut on her upper left bicep.
“Living.” That’s the safest answer, the closest to the truth that doesn’t also mean hiding from everyone like you.
“Living?” The raspiness of that breathing betrays the reality of just how injured the daughter of Ares really is. The bleeding arm has become Silena’s least pressing issue. The swelling and the concerning amount of blood staining her teeth indicate some possible facial fractures. There’s no obvious sign of an entry wound anywhere but the arm, but punctured organs were a high possibility depending on which rib was broken and where. If there’s a punctured or perforated lung, Silena may not be able to help at all.
“Lay down, I need to check your ribs.” She can’t let a conversation spiral, she’s not ready, she’s never been less ready. I thought I’d have some warning. A child’s fantasy, one she’d clung to like she’d have time to don her metaphorical armor before going to war with those who she used to be friends with, those she’s fought against before. Only now, it wouldn’t be the guerilla tactics of her infiltration, it would be guns blazing across no man’s land, into the trenches they’d dug out of self-righteousness and denial.
She’s never been good in a straight fight.
“Not until I get some answers.”
“First I need to check for broken ribs.”
“I’ll live. Now start talking, Silena, or I swear to every god I will-” No, no, no, no, not now, please, you can’t do this to me now-
“Stop talking!” she screams, clapping her hands over her ears and there’s no controlling the heat in the words that pour from her throat, and into the air around them. It’s inevitable, the way Clarisse freezes in place, face slackening and eyes going hazy in an all too sickeningly familiar facade of compliance. Just like she had stopped in place and stood without protest while Silena stole her armor for a suicide run. Just like she’d had no choice-
Instantly, she claps both hands over her mouth, scrambling away, away, away, get away, you lost control, you can’t lose control- stumbling over an end table and sending her favorite mug crashing to the ground to shatter. No, no, no-
“Silena,” Clarisse shakes off the charm , like a dog emerging from water, refocusing her eyes and extending her hand. Trying to hide a winch and hitch of breath that Silena tracks like a bloodhound, broken ribs-
“No,” she chokes, trying not to breathe, trying to shove every sound back into her own throat, strangle it all at the source-
“Silena!” And she can’t do this, I can’t lie to her again, I can’t see her like that again, I can’t, I can’t-
She risks it because the other option is Clarisse getting too close, close enough to stop you, dropping one hand to her neck and applying pressure. If she passes out, she can’t talk, she can’t hurt anyone, she can’t control anyone-
Clarisse vaults over the couch, heedless of the blood and injury and pain, ripping Silena’s hands away from her own body and yanking her close, arms fastened behind her own back.
“No,” she whimpers, struggling against a grip like iron, you’ve never been able to fight, you’ve always been a spy, “Clarisse-”
“I looked for you,” and that immobilizes her better than any hands, that broken whisper, the brutal despair in her best friend’s eyes. “You vanished.”
“I didn’t want to be found,” it’s an admission and self-condemnation all in one. Penance, that word pulses between them.
“Percy-”
“Fuck Percy!” Silena explodes, violent in a way she’s never let herself be before but this is my life and you’ve walked back in like I owe you- “Fuck Percy and fuck the empty words you all spouted. I know the truth, Clarisse! I know you all were lying! I could feel it, all of it, all of you. Do you know what hate tastes like? How it feels to swallow around distrust? I couldn’t taste food, Clarisse! I woke up starving and instead of bread, all I could taste was how much everyone in that medical center wanted me dead!” Her breath is too fast, her heart beating too hard but she can’t stop- “How could I stay?”
“How could you leave?” Clarisse demands, tightening her hold. There’ll be bruises in the morning, she can feel it. “How could you not try?”
“Try what? To earn my penance on everyone else's terms? To lie and express my regret?” That gets the grip to slacken, that lets her worm free.
“You-” and oh, Clarisse is shattered by this revelation but it’s true, “you don’t regret it?”
“I-” Charlie. “I regret the Princess Andromeda. I…” Silena swallows around that old friend named grief. “If I could change the past, I would change that.”
“But nothing else?”
“No.” And that’s the worst part. Because Silena has had a long time to reckon with her decisions. But most of them… Most of them are ones she can live with. Most of them aren’t making her lose sleep at night.
That one does.
“How…” Clarisse steps back, shock and horror plain on her face. “How can you not? You… You betrayed us!”
“I did what I thought was right.” And even if I was on the wrong side, I was right. That’s the one conclusion she’s been able to draw. Luke used the worst methods, but what other avenue would have worked? How many millenia have other demigods been trying and failing? It was always going to come to violence to get what we deserved. “The gods would have never listened to reason, Clarisse. It was their own hubris that wrote that prophecy. And like all the other prophecies, we are the ones who went to war for it.”
“I-” whatever she had been about to say was cut off by an oof of pain, the daughter of Ares staggering forward and onto one knee. “Fuck ,” she breathes.
“What happened to you?” Silena hesitates for a beat, you have helped worse people than her, why are you hesitating, then creeps forward enough to get a shoulder under the taller woman.
“Crazy costumed fucker-” Clarisse gasps and cuts herself off. Adrenaline’s gone, shock could be incoming. Whatever high she had to suppress the pain, it’s all gone now. Silena quickly puts one hand over Clarisse’s heart, hammering away strong and steady. A little fast, but not worryingly so from what she can tell. Then she moves her fingers to Clarisse’s neck, relief coursing through her at the rhythmic pound of a good pulse. Need to monitor that.
“There’s a lot of those.” Silena uses her position as a support to start taking inventory of the woman’s battered torso. Her shirt isn’t too bloody, a good sign but then her fingers hit a bump far too close to hip bones for anyone’s comfort. Definitely at least one broken rib. She can feel where the bone is separated. Fuck, heightened chance of perforated organs, need to watch that too-
“The one in a batsuit. Had a kid with him.” Silena’s hands freeze.
“Why did he attack you?” she whispers, ice shooting down her spine, there are no meta-humans in Gotham. And of all the people to find her here, it’s one of the ones who can be spotted as more from a mile away.
“Fuck if I know.” I can’t address this now, not with the tile under their feet getting wetter and wetter with blood slipping off Clarisse’s arm. It’s already going to be a bitch and a half to clean up, no need to add to it.
Shock position first. Then flush and stitch the arm to stop the bleeding. Then assess the bruising and fractures. If she had a punctured organ, there’d be more signs after she jumped over the damn couch. She needs to stop the bleeding, keep Clarisse’s heart rate steady and not deprive it of any more blood.
“Lay down, I need to stitch your arm.” It’s not the first time someone has bled on her couch, it won’t be the last. It’s why she got the very uncomfortable vinyl covers that Jason makes fun of her for. Easy to wash, easy to conceal. “This is going to hurt.”
“I know,” Clarisse accepts the rubber wafer Silena hands her with a grimace and obediently tries to help elevate her feet on the tall, firm cushion Silena puts at the end of the couch. “Just get it over with.” And she shoves the black brick into her mouth and Silena turns to get a saline flush.
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She braces on the rickety side table, a rag clutched in one hand, head bent between her biceps, and she breathes. Clarisse is here, in Gotham, and has been beaten half to death by Batman. Batman. Of all the people who have crossed her doorstep, none of them have managed to run afoul of the various guardians of Gotham until now.
It had to be you, she stares at the closed eyes of her one-time best friend, the little scowl of pain between her brows, the discomforted curl of her lips, it had to be you.
She’s too tired to be angry. This life, it was always on a time limit, wasn’t it? A borrowed clock ticking down the seconds until she had to start again. Soon, that’s been the mantra of her life since the end, but it’s the truth. Soon. She’ll have to run, go somewhere else too dangerous to look, start her network over. It was always going to happen, this was never a permanent solution. What is your plan? What was ever your plan? She has enough money to drop and go, she can get papers easily, charm herself a new job-
“What the fuck is this?” Her heart stops at Jason’s rough snarl.
Soon has suddenly become never.
She crashes, falling to her knees and staring sightlessly at the slowly coagulating pool of blood on the tile that all belongs inside of the woman passed out on her sofa with a dangerous amount of nectar shoved down her throat. End of the line.
This was always something she vaguely feared, but never really believed would happen. Unimaginative. Now, she’s reaping what she’s sowed. What is your plan? a little, mocking voice in her head asks snidely.
A rag. That’s her plan. There’s blood on the tile, from where Clarisse had dripped all over during their scuffle. It needs to be cleaned. She has a rag. A plan. A lifeline.
What else can she do? Run? She’ll never outrun a bullet. And the blood needs to be cleaned up anyways. It’s the least she can do, despite the awful state of this building. Her landlord was always kind enough to not ask questions. Eye for an eye and this whole city is playing blind.
So she unclenches her hand, folding the cloth neatly like that will change the fact that it’s wiping up the blood, not looking up at him, not answering. Just breathing, tasting his shock like a lightning bolt on her tongue, wrinkling her nose as it tangled with the ongoing thrum of Clarisse’s muted pain like cracker jacks and caramel kettle corn, too sweet to be pleasant. She wipes and waits. It’s said that a bullet to the head is quick and she’s not stopping him, practically handing him the back of her head on a silver platter, he’d make it quick.
There’s a rustle and a clink and she waits. The blinding pain never comes. His hand does instead, covering hers. She stares at the back of it, at scarred knuckles and the little tendrils of ink that creep down from his wrist.
Wordlessly, he takes the rag from her and starts wiping at the bloody tile, brow furrowed with thunderous thoughts, eyes dark and emotions tasting more sour than an unripe lemon, but he’s here and she’s alive. Even if this calm before a hurricane doesn’t last, Silena loves him for it.
She gets a second rag.
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Chapter 2: Strangers to More
Warnings: Kidnapping, Captivity, Mentions/Descriptions of Injuries/Torture, Periods w/o Pads etc.
Chapter Notes: The mask is off.
Synopsis: Simon was no stranger to torture and frankly, as far as torture went? This was pretty tame. What he hadn't ever experienced before, however, was coming out the other side with more than when he went in. - A random drabble that turned into a full blown story. The original title had been "Fairytale Stuff" but I changed it after some thought.
More nothing… until he thought that he was going to go from a shared cell to a single. Then he heard the door open… and his eyes were trained on the stairwell.
The first thing he saw was a lot of dark, stringy, dirty hair swaying. Then the whole picture came into focus. A different man from the ones before came down carrying her over his shoulder, her arms swaying limp… another man behind him came around and unlocked the door for him… he came in and unceremoniously dumped her on the floor. She landed in a heap and he tugged her ankle up and away from her… clamped the shackle back and locked it, letting her foot drop with a thunk, the chain rattling before both of them left, locking the cell and not even giving him a glance.
Simon’s eyes flicked from the now empty stairwell to her crumpled form, where she’d yet to move. The corner of his mouth twitched before he cursed under his breath and crawled over to her, feeling his own chain stretch out… the shackle on his ankle tug. He grabbed at her shoulders and uncurled her, straightened her our… the smell of water and blood slammed into his nose and his lips pressed into a hard line. He swept her hair away from her face and his jaw clinched.
He eased his weight down and rested his back against ‘her’ bars… pulling her gently until she was half-assed resting her head in his lap. He wiped the blood away from her chin with his thumb, her lower lip split… the bridge of her nose had a sharp blood-line across it where it was no doubt cracked. In short, it looked like they beat the shit out of her. He didn’t touch her again… but his eyes moved over her.
Her dress wasn’t tight but it didn’t fall off of her either… he exposed her collarbone, where he saw the nasty bruise and busted skin… a sure sign that it had been broken. The time he spent sitting there watching her… gave him time to really study her. She was small but she wasn’t small in build. Her hips were wide and her thighs were too, but not fat. Muscle. Her arms were defined but it was clear that she’d loss some of her muscle. He had to wonder how long she’d been down here. Her hair was dark… brown or black, he didn’t know. It was long. Her cheeks had a slight hollow to them and she had dark circles under her eyes. Her hip bones jutted up just enough to tell him that they didn’t feed her enough. Probably to keep her weak.
The marring around her wrists told him she’d been tied often. The chaffing around the cuff on her ankle told him shed been cuffed awhile. She was dirty, smelly, and hell… there was no way she was one of them. Not unless she was a traitor to them. Her accent put her as pure American, which was strange but also kind of not? Hell, he didn’t know. He leaned his head back with a sigh, his hands remaining lax in his lap, not touching her… at least he didn’t think he was. It took him awhile to realize that he was thumbing some of her hair, a thick lock of it that he was passing between his fingers aimlessly. Her breathing was shallow but she was breathing… there wasn’t anything he could do for her except what he was doing… so… he just sat there.
And that became his new norm. Sometime he was the one taken, where he fought like a hornet but was ultimately over powered. The torture was pretty mundane, if he were to be asked. They wanted the standard information. Boring, really. But it was brutal. They were fed what he guessed was some kind of gruel, barley and freeze-dried vegetables. No meat.
Some days, he couldn’t eat nor could she for the way their jaws were swollen. Some days were harder than others. And he only guessed the day and night schedule based on his internal clock. Some nights were so damned cold that he found himself shivering… and those were nights where he found himself curling around her, trying to keep her warm. Slowly… and he knew it was happening, he didn’t do anything to stop it… he became increasingly protective of her. But it was because she tried to protect him. Ruthlessly. She was no soldier… but she fought like some hell-cat, vicious and dirty. She’d bite, kick, spit, yell, taunt, and laugh when the men who came for them would get angry. Some days, he knew they’d come for him… but she’d piss them off enough that they’d take her instead.
The first time she did that, he could hardly move from the beating they’d given him the day before… but he could still think well enough. And when they brought her back… he’d managed to pull her to ‘his side’ of the cell, her limp body barely compliant though she was actually conscious. He called her stupid for what she’d done… and she just smirked at him before she passed out in his arms. Eventually… they fell into a rhythm of sorts.
They helped each other. In ways that were so damned intimate that he wasn’t even sure he’d ever forget them. Intimacy that transcended any kind of relationship he could define. Sexual wasn’t even on his radar. Hell, she’d held his ass up so he could piss that first day… and more than once during their time together, she did more than that. Using bucket and the few spare rags they’d been ‘granted’ – she’d clean him and he’d clean her… whenever her monthly would hit, the first time – she’d apologized and tried to stay as far from him as possible.
He’d quickly scoffed at her and jerked her back over to him… he’d torn off some of his jeans to give her some relief, some sort of absorbent padding to help her out. They talked a lot… shared way more than they should, he was sure. He was so damned certain that Price and the boys would track him down. He was only marginally formulating escape plans because he was so confident that they’d find him.
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Oh yeah Ronald Erwin McNair, sorry I thought he was on that other space shuttle that fell apart during launch.
Also that program with Nichelle Nichols, I recall a lot of space exploration and travel polices were created to prevent another colonial empires power struggle which gave us the world wars and the eugenics horror show.
So space was showed to be “EVERY HUMAN CAN BE IN OUTER SPACE!” Now of course only humans of peak condition can be astronauts but stuff like Star Trek suppose to show a possible future where we all can coexist with each other.
Of course NASA was like “okay let not pull a Nazi and show that non whites and women can be astronauts too” but when most of your organization made up of geeky white people…
I can see why Nichelle Nichols was chosen as she inspired many people especially in the blacks and women into science with her uhura role.
And the whole racial tension that she of all people understands. So she basically help convince a lot of black people and women who you know grew up in segregation and heavy gender roles so NASA definitely felt like an out of reach idea for them.
Sorry you are a bigger NASA fan than me. I’m just curious how da fuck is math racist when we had a black astronaut that grew up in the Deep South?
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He was, that was his 2nd flight, Challenger, Jan 28 1986. That's a day embedded in my memory.
NASA has pretty much always been THE government agency that didn't care about anything other than if you can do the job, obviously politics still showed up and they weren't going to send a woman or black man to the moon, woman bit was less sexist than it was a technology and biology thing, going potty and all, still sexism but it was really more cost effective to not have to worry about the other bits.
Nichelle Nichols thing, I hope she fully grasped how important she was to women in general and black women especially. This is the best anecdote about her, at least that fits the theme.
Roddenberry knew what he had created already, why else have a black woman and a Russian on the bridge crew, Nichols found out when Dr King let her know what she meant.
She also wrote that she had "a short, stormy, exciting relationship" with Sammy Davis Jr. in 1959.
GIRL!!! lol
>Sorry you are a bigger NASA fan than me. I’m just curious how da fuck is math racist when we had a black astronaut that grew up in the Deep South?
And a physicist at that.
It's not, I think the issue is that people don't like that there's going to be a right and a wrong answer for math, 1+1 will always equal 2 is problematic somehow.
There's also claims that the way it's taught is geared toward white students, which I'm not sure how that works, but even if that's true they're playing to the majority which sure would come out discriminatory but that's a no win situation unless you bring back segregation.
It's reading but, I think we may be in the market for this happening in math too.
As a teacher in Oakland, Calif., Kareem Weaver helped struggling fourth- and fifth-grade kids learn to read by using a very structured, phonics-based reading curriculum called Open Court. It worked for the students, but not so much for the teachers. “For seven years in a row, Oakland was the fastest-gaining urban district in California for reading,” recalls Weaver. “And we hated it.”
The teachers felt like curriculum robots—and pushed back. “This seems dehumanizing, this is colonizing, this is the man telling us what to do,” says Weaver, describing their response to the approach. “So we fought tooth and nail as a teacher group to throw that out.” It was replaced in 2015 by a curriculum that emphasized rich literary experiences. “Those who wanted to fight for social justice, they figured that this new progressive way of teaching reading was the way,” he says.
Now Weaver is heading up a campaign to get his old school district to reinstate many of the methods that teachers resisted so strongly: specifically, systematic and consistent instruction in phonemic awareness and phonics. “In Oakland, when you have 19% of Black kids reading—that can’t be maintained in the society,” says Weaver, who received an early and vivid lesson in the value of literacy in 1984 after his cousin got out of prison and told him the other inmates stopped harassing him when they realized he could read their mail to them. “It has been an unmitigated disaster.” In January 2021, the local branch of the NAACP filed an administrative petition with the Oakland unified school district (OUSD) to ask it to include “explicit instruction for phonemic awareness, phonics, fluency, vocabulary, and comprehension” in its curriculum.
From a different article same subject
I like that they put the numbers in this one,
But ya, they didn't like the system they had and even though they were getting year to year improvements with it they changed it because why not throw students under the bus.
Maybe they should learn from Ron McNair, but that would be the students taking the initiative and learning on their own, which might require a sea change in the community as it relates to education.
There's a reason this program has kept going since 1987, but ya colonization of students minds, there's a math one too not sure how good that is.
And there's people who just can't get some math honestly, I know I'm one of them, full spectrum dyslexia is not something I'd wish on anyone.
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