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subwaysurf45 · 3 years

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Winter Makes Ice (Ep.3)

Summary: you’re captured after a brawl at the Avengers building, Bucky and others must save you before Hydra makes a new Winter Soldier out of you, Bucky has given up that title.

Words: 2799

Episode: Three

Warning: not much, flashbacks, talks of violence

Masterlist! Winter Makes Ice Episode: Two

Time: 1:00pm

Date: October 2nd 2024

It didn’t take long for everyone to board the helicopter and for it to take off, no one was lounging around this morning so they assembled quickly. Bucky sat by himself on the heli, the file was still open in his hands with the page turned to Dr. Wright. Bucky looked over the information that was given; he double and triple checked. There was a car waiting for them when they were going to arrive, Bucky would get dropped off and then Steve, Nat, and Wanda would drive around Halifax but would keep watch for a distress signal. Bucky made it clear it would only be him talking to the doctor, he was practicing his script in his head.

“Five minutes ‘till landing,” the pilot spoke into his headset, the sound went to their ears sounding like a 1940s radio show.

“Copy,” everyone replied without unison.

The plane got lower and lower until it touched the ground; it was a private tarmac for primarily military forces and other important people; SHIELD was always allowed to use it. Everyone got off the plane after the propellers began to slow down, Bucky had jumped off once while they were still at top speed and got flung forward but the air. The all black car stood a ways in front of them, they all took their bags and headed over.

“What a ride…” Steve muttered as he ran his hand against the perfect hood, this car was brand new and probably had never been in the sun before. It wasn’t a low sport car but rather an everyday car that was bullet proof and decked out with an AI on the inside, no one would take a second glance at it but the four of them marveled at how this car could fit in amongst others. The black rims matched the black tires and the black paint, this was Bucky’s dream car.

They all got in and the ride began, Steve drove while Wanda sat in the back with Bucky, Nat was in the passenger seat playing her music. Every so often Wanda would look over to Bucky, he could see her out of the corner of his eye, she’d give a sympathetic glance and maybe open her mouth as if she was about to say something but chose against it. Bucky had Dr. Wright’s address on the file sheet; he was giving directions to Steve as they drove through the colourful houses.

They had never seen houses like this, around four to five houses lined up next to each other, each of them were painted a different colour but they looked the same. Flowers grew in little holders under the two window sills at the front of the house, tulips were the most popular, vines would grow on the side where the sun didn’t shine too much and pain would chip around the bottom of the houses. Some houses still had Halloween decorations up, red leaves scattered on the ground and blew everywhere. There was a brown hue to the world around them, pumpkins were scattered on some door steps while other people still had Christmas lights up from last year.

Bucky tapped Steve’s head rest and the car slowed to a stop, they looked out to their left to see a house that looked like it belonged to the community. It wasn’t modern and square with sleek grey tiles on the outside, it was old and run down. A ghost hung from the single garage light, one pumpkin was sitting on the doorstep. This house didn’t look like one of a nazi group member, nevermind just a person with their doctorate.

Tons of leaves crunched under Bucky’s combat boots, the road was littered with them, it made it seem like it was a red and yellow road. He looked both ways as he crossed even though no cars were on the road except for the military grade undercover car, Bucky looked over his shoulder to see Wanda waving. They were going to head to a farmers market in this town to pass the time, and Bucky would walk over there when he was done. He gave a thumbs up and the car drove away and down the street, he didn’t watch to see it disappear, Bucky only had one thing on his mind and it wasn’t some apple pies Wanda was looking for.

The driveway looked new as well as the cobblestone walkway, one car was in the driveway and it looked to match the house, no crazy sports car. There was a screen door before an actual green wooden door, Bucky pulled back the screen and didn’t bother with the doorbell, he banged on the door. When he pulled his fist away there was a flake of green paint on his middle finger’s knuckle, a quick swipe and it was gone. Bucky stood back because he saw that in the movies, his back turned to the door as he looked out to the town. It was a lovely day, most people were probably at this farmer’s market, Bucky had never been to one even though you had offered to take him.

His head whipped back at the door opening, the same man, but only older, opened the door. He looked tired and worn out, this was probably his last Halloween. The cane he was holding was shaking in his grip, the other hand gripped the side of the door extremely tight. You could see the white through the speckled skin.

“What can I help you with, son?” the old man spoke with a smile, he licked his gums. A Canadian accent seemed almost cartoon-ish.

Bucky froze as he looked at this man, the sight of him brought him back to his nightmares and everything he’d been through. The name ‘son’ rolled off this man’s tongue and down Bucky’s spine and sent a shiver running all through him, it was obvious this man didn’t know who Bucky was. Bucky almost felt bad that he was bothering him, it was obvious he wasn’t a walker and standing seemed to be his exercise for the day, but at the same time Bucky couldn’t help but think about all the ways he could rip this doctor apart.

“Son?” the name came again.

Bucky looked up with a shake of his head, “hello, are you Dr. Wright?” he asked quietly.

“Yes it is, what do you need?” he didn’t seem freaked out that Bucky knew his name, it was a small town.

“My name is James Buchanan Barnes,” Bucky started but the man didn’t seem to figure it out, “I am the Winter Soldier- used to be actually…” Bucky added.

“Are you here to kill me?” the man’s voice shook, “because if you really are him then you have every right to do so,” he stepped back and opened the door for Bucky to walk in.

“I’m here to talk, you’re not going to die.” Bucky walked in and kicked off his combat boots, he’d heard it’s a thing in Canada to take your shoes off in the house. He also heard there was bagged milk which didn’t make any sense to him, but he wasn’t about to argue.

“That’s always good to hear, eh?” the accent slipped out again, it was weird for Bucky to see this man who haunted him just laughing. “Would you like some hot chocolate?” Dr. Wright asked as he made his way into the kitchen.

His house was small, not many walls as one room just faded into another. Knick-knacks littered shelves and tables, everything brought a homey feel to it all, the house was very lived in. “No thanks,” Bucky waved up a hand to signal no.

The doctor came and sat across from him, Bucky was sitting on a chair while Dr. Wright took the sofa, they both were wrapped in plastic. It made a squeaky sound when either of them moved but it didn’t seem to bother the doctor at all, Bucky one final time before swearing he wasn’t going to move again and hear that annoying sound. Both of Bucky’s hands were clasped in front of him, he felt too large and bulky for this petite chair, his fingers fiddled with each other. He’d pick and poke at the massive gloves he wore, his long sleeve was covering everything he needed.

“So, Dr. Wright-”

“Jacob, son,” he corrected, “though I am a doctor,” Jacob hesitated, “I go by Jacob.”

“Is that your real first name?” Bucky asked, he was met with a smile and nod, “then call me Bucky, please.” Bucky smiled back, there was a growing tension between the both of them but they chose to ignore it.

“Nice to meet you, Bucky.” Jacob seemed to relax at the name, he was scared of Bucky and Bucky could tell. This man had seen Bucky train for years on end, and Jacob knew what the Winter Soldier was capable of. “What do you need to talk to me about?” his cane rested beside him, his hand found its way there and just held it.

“I need to talk to you about Hydra, any information you have on the Iceland base- or any base in Halifax, Iceland, Greenland, and there’s one more…” Bucky brought a gloved hand to his stubbled chin, the leather making a rough noise when it brushed against the facial hair. “Oh! It was Newfoundland, anything you knew about those four places.”

Jacob thought for a moment, he didn’t have stubble to rub. Though he was old it was obvious he still thought that it was the old days, hair slicked back and a very fresh shave, facial hair wasn’t allowed unless you had grown it out in private. Bucky had always remembered Howard Stark’s mustache; he couldn’t picture him without it.

“I mean, I was just a scientist, I ran labs and tested things on animals. I didn’t come up with the world ending plans, I was never told the reason for what I was doing, I was just told to do it.” Jacob sounded worried, “when I used to work for Hydra I was worried for my life everyday, they were so paranoid all the time that someone could be a rat. If you said ‘hail Hydra’ a little too quietly then you’d have a bullet between your eyes, I just kept my head down and did what I was told.” Jacob’s hand got increasingly tighter on the handle of his cane.

“Was there something new they were working on?” Bucky asked, and he pulled out a little flip book to keep track.

“I quit a total of ten years ago, when I was seventy-one, the only thing they were thinking of was keeping you in their grasp, there was no other plan.” Jacob shrugged, “Hydra couldn’t see a life source without you, they never intended on losing you the way they did.”

“So you have no idea what they could possibly be working on, at all?” the hope Bucky had was falling, this was the only lead they knew and if all he could say was there was never a plan B, you were screwed.

“I’m sorry Bucky, I really want to help, but I just don’t know.” Jacob stood and walked back to the kitchen. He filled a glass of water and grabbed three pills from a container before heading back over to his seat.

“Out of the four places I mentioned, Iceland, Greenland, Halifax, and Newfoundland,” Bucky paused and watched Jacob mutter them to himself and then take the pills, “which one is the strongest?”

Jacob swallowed his pills with water, “Iceland.” without any hesitation, no second guess, nothing giving away he was lying for didn’t know. “Iceland was hell for me, it has the best of the best for agents, scientists, and…” he glanced out the window, “cells and tourture.”

Bucky shot up right away, he headed to the door. Jacob followed him, glass still in his hand. When Bucky was about to leave Jacob placed a hand on his shoulder. When Bucky turned back around the hand traveled along the center of his chest, “I'm not wired, Jacob.” Bucky eased.

“Some things just come second nature, son.” Jacob kept his head down, “y’know, I never wanted to hurt you. I thought I was making my old man proud, but I never stopped to realize what I was doing was actually wrong.” Jacob looked up with glossy eyes, “I actually wanted to find you at some point because I know I was the one who woke you up last, I remember clearly the way you looked, right then, I knew I needed to leave that place.” Jacob shuffled over and stood completely square to Bucky, Bucky just looked down at Jacob with a face of horror. The man Bucky saw every night was crying and apologizing to him, he didn’t know anyone who worked with Hydra had a heart. “I’m sorry for everything I did to you,” Jacob reached in his back pocket, he had placed the glass of water on a side table. “Here, take some money-”

“No, none of that, Jacob, really,” Bucky held his hands out, “you’re forgiven, don’t worry about all that, I just need to find someone.” Bucky reached for the door.

“What do you mean?” Jacob fished in his wallet.

“Hydra stole my girlfriend, I think she's in Iceland.” Bucky’s eyebrows knitted together at Jacob who was given him a coin.

“I think you’re right,” Jacob dropped the coin in Bucky’s palm before closing the door, the screen door creaked as it shut quickly with the wind.

Time: 2:33pm

Date: October 2nd 2024

Steve, Nat, and Wanda were walking around on the closed road, stands of every fruit and pastry lined the streets. Wanda was on top of the moon, she had a tote bag with some apple turnovers in them, that was really all she wanted. Nat had actually bought something too, Steve was genuinely surprised when Nat bought some earrings from a vendor, they were very small and dainty moons that would go in her ear lobes. Steve didn’t buy anything but just liked walking around, there was a lot to see but in a good way, no screens or jumbotrons, just people being people.

As Bucky made eye contact with Steve, Steve’s phone rang. Nat and Wanda rushed up to Bucky and were asking how it went, but the unknown caller was what Steve was focusing on.

“Steve Rogers,” Steve lowered his voice.

“Captain Rogers,” an all too familiar voice hit his ear.

“King T’Challa?” Steve turned his back to the group.

“We have three Hydra agents in custody, they tried to take out my sister,” his accent flowed and bounced as he talked.

“Keep them in the cells, we’re on our way.”

“Will there be more of them?” T’Challa asked before he could hang up.

“I don’t know, but hold them and don’t kill them, they might be our only hope.” Steve said his goodbyes and hung up.

When he turned back to Bucky and the rest of them, they seemed scared, Bucky had overheard Steve’s call, super hearing, and was looking at him weird.

“What was that?” Bucky asked.

“King T’Challa, says there was an attempted hit on Shuri, doesn’t know where they came from but they want her.” Steve shoved his phone in his back pocket, “what did you find?”

Bucky just held up a silver coin, “we’re going to Iceland.”

“We need to go to Wakanda,” Steve stepped forward.

“Not all four of us,” Nat pulled everyone aside from the farmer’s market, “I’ll go with Steve to Wakadna, you go with Wanda to Iceland. We’ll be talking and before you ambush the Hydra base in Iceland we’ll confirm y/n is in there, deal?” She looked to the other three.

“Deal.”

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Love and Admiration Part 15- Adrenaline

18+ Bakugo x fem!pro hero reader

Summary: (Y/n) has known Bakugo since middle school, admired him since high school, and had a crush on him since the first time they met. Even now, a top pro hero in her own right, she can’t shake her school girl crush. Too bad Bakugo literally has no idea she exists. Well that’s not entirely true… He does know pro hero Mercury exists, but (y/l/n) (y/n)? Never heard of her.

Warnings for unprotected sex, semi-public sex, lots of dirty talk, mention of reader having a vagina, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, creampie/minor cumplay, size kink, and like one (1) line that’s sort of degradation

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Bakugo looks surprised when you show up to Ground Zero in a cropped hoodie and jeans instead of your hero costume. “What the fuck are you wearing?” he asks although by now you know him well enough to know he doesn’t mean it as negatively as it sounds. “Hero costumes would be a little bit conspicuous don’t you think Mr. Explosion Murder God,” you reply with a raised eyebrow before making a pointed glance at the large gauntlets of his own costume. The overall design of Bakugo’s costume has gotten a lot more streamlined since the two of you were in high school, with some of the flashier pieces being done away with, but a lot of the core elements have stayed the same. You can tell the moment he realizes you have a good point because he gets a vaguely disgruntled and yet begrudgingly accepting look on his face as he declares he’s going in to change. It shouldn’t be nearly as endearing as it is. Kirishima walks out shortly afterwards to start his patrol so the two of you get to take some time to catch up and he keeps you occupied until Bakugo returns. The man looks absolutely sinful in a gray Henley, the sleeves once again pushed up to his elbows, and jeans. Kiri has to nudge you hard in the side to snap your attention back to him, much to your chagrin. It doesn’t seem to bother him though as he just waggles his eyebrows at you before declaring he’s heading out with a wave. “What were you talking to shitty hair about?” Bakugo asks, his eyes narrowing at his friend. “Ah nothing much, just catching up. We should do a big hang soon, it’s been awhile since I saw Denki and Midoriya too,” you note. “Whatever,” Bakugo grumbles as you start leading him to the warehouse. “I know you hate this kind of thing but could you coordinate with the guys? I’ll handle the girls and maybe I can swing Shinso too. I just think it’d be nice since I kind of ruined their reunion yknow?” you shrug. Bakugo gives you a look then, almost calculating, as he tries to figure out what to say. “You didn’t ruin anything dumbass. I’ll talk to the idiots about it,” he finally tells you. “Yea?” “Yea. Now hurry up and take me to this fucking warehouse.”

You hadn’t anticipated how difficult it would be to stay unrecognized even in your civilian clothes. Multiple times you and Bakugo have to duck your heads close together or squeeze into some alleyway to avoid someone recognizing who the two of you are. Thankfully as you get deeper into the warehouse district where it’s far less populated it gets much easier to maintain your anonymity. It doesn’t take long to find the warehouse in question and sure enough you can already see the high grade equipment in what is supposed to be an abandoned building. The two of you crept inside and made your way through the building, first identifying the two men you’d been tracking and then checking to make sure they were alone. Once you’d confirmed they were the only two around you and Bakugo attacked.

Bakugo could watch you fight for hours on end and be no less amazed by it. Your quirk isn’t in and of itself anything special but the way you use it is so effortless and it’s obvious you’ve taken a great deal of time to learn precisely how best to utilize it. Your fighting style is almost graceful in its execution and it’s what had initially drawn Bakugo to you and made him so sure you’d be taking a spot in the top ten this past season. It makes him want to show off more, as if in hope that maybe just maybe you admire his fighting skills as much as he admires yours. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to subdue the villains but then you get this look in your eye and immediately Bakugo is suspicious. “Take them outside and call the cops to round them up, I wanna check something out,” you tell Bakugo, already starting to drift deeper into the warehouse. “What the fuck are you up to idiot?” Bakugo huffs even as worry starts to creep in. “Just trust me! I’ll be right out,” you promise before rushing off before he can stop you.

Bakugo growls out his displeasure but there’s not much he can do other than listen to you. He grabs both the unconscious villains, hefting one over his shoulder as he drags the other outside. Bakugo does trust you so he stays put until the cops can show up and start cuffing the villains. When you still haven’t re-emerged by the time the cops are carting the villains away he decides to go back in after you. He’s inside maybe a couple minute before he finds you sprinting full speed towards him chanting a frantic litany of “shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” “What the hell-“ “We gotta move!” is the only explanation you provide before you grab hold of his hand and tug him hard after you. It doesn’t take long for Bakugo to match your pace but before he can interrogate you further he hears a loud booming noise erupting from deeper into the warehouse. He’s set off enough of his own explosions to know what one sounds like. The booming noises are only getting closer and closer and there’s no way the two of you are going to make it to the main entrance so Bakugo course corrects you both towards the nearest window. Just as the largest one yet starts to set the room the two of you are in aflame he grabs hold of you and pulls you into his body, shielding you from the blast as he sends you both flying out the window and into the back alley behind the warehouse.

The two of you manage to land relatively unscathed so you heave out a sigh of relief as you stand and brush yourself off before checking for injuries. “You good Dynamight?” you ask but before you can look to him for an answer you’re suddenly being shoved against one of the brick walls of the alley. “What the fuck were you thinking?” Bakugo demands, carmine eyes burning with his signature temper as he pins you to the wall with one arm across your chest, just below your collarbone, and his other hand planted on the wall next to you to stop you from escaping. “I was thinking that that bust would be for nothing if we didn’t destroy the supply chain as well,” you huff, not backing down even though being this close to Bakugo is admittedly distracting. “So the explosions were fucking intentional?” “Well I didn’t know they’d be that big!” “You could’ve gotten hurt!” “But did we die though?” Something in Bakugo visibly snaps at your flippant comment and you’re half expecting him to literally blast you through the wall you’re still pressed against.

Imagine your surprise when you feel his mouth on yours instead.

You’re quick to get with the program, kissing him back before he can do something stupid like pull away and it only makes him even more aggressive. The arm pressed to your chest drops so his hand can grasp onto your bare waist instead. He kisses you like a man possessed, every ounce of adrenaline and pent up lust fueling him as he slots his thigh between your legs and grinds in the most delicious way. His erection presses insistently into your hip and god it’s so fucking big. Your mind practically spins as fantasy becomes reality in front of you. It’s almost embarrassing how turned on you are already just from his kiss but then the hand at your waist sneaks up beneath your shirt to grasp at one of your breasts, squeezing and massaging with just the right pressure as his thigh once again grinds into that sensitive spot between your legs and you can’t help but let out a gasp. Bakugo takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, desperate to finally taste you the way he never could in his fantasies. The two of you shouldn’t be doing any of this in an alley of all places where someone may walk by, but that doesn’t seem to bother Bakugo at all as he uses the hand not currently fondling your breast to unbutton and unzip your jeans. He wastes no time slipping his hand past the waistband of your pants and panties to finally touch your bare sex and a possessive growl rips out of his chest as he feels for himself how much of an effect he has on you. “You’re so fucking wet for me already. You this much of a slut for everybody or just for me?” he growls in your ear as his fingers skate along your pussy, collecting your juices and so tantalizingly close to where you really want them. “Just for you,” you pant and it must be the correct answer because you’re rewarded with two of his dexterous fingers sliding inside of your cunt. Your hands fly to his shoulder and reel him in closer, fisting the material of his shirt as you keen and whimper. Your eyes squeeze shut, head bowing as the sensation of his fingers stroking along your inner walls continues to drive you insane. As amazing as his fingers feel though, your mind keeps wandering back to the bulge you’d felt against your hip only a moment prior and you know it isn’t enough. “P-please. I need-“ you beg but you can barely get the words out as he starts to rub circles into your sensitive clit. “Look at me,” Bakugo commands, the hand not currently shoved in your pants slipping back down to your waist. It takes a moment but finally you force yourself to look into his crimson eyes. “What do you need princess?” he asks and the pet name sends shivers down your spine. “Need you,” you whimper, as he continues to relentlessly plunge his fingers in and out of your desperate pussy, “all of you. Want you inside me.” “Say my name.” “Ba-“ “No. My first name dumbass. Then ask real sweet.” “Katsuki please, I need your dick inside me.”

You take it as a win that Bakugo, no Katsuki, curses under his breath as he pulls away just enough to use his free hand to undo his own jeans. You whine at the loss when he extracts his fingers from your aching core but use your resolve to finally, finally have his dick inside you as motivation to focus enough to shove your pants and panties down to your ankles. As Katsuki does the same your eyes widen as you take in the sight of his cock. You subconsciously feel yourself clench at the sight alone. He notices you staring as he steps between the v of your legs and over your jeans to get closer to you. “Like what you see?” “God yes, Jesus Katsuki you’re massive.” “You sure you can take it all?” “Abso-fucking-lutely.” Bakugo grasps hold of your thighs and hoists you up until your legs can wrap comfortably around his hips. The brick wall behind you helps distribute your weight as he lines himself up with your entrance. “Ready princess?” “Please,” you whine and the smirk you get in response makes your heart race even faster than it already has been. He pushes into you agonizingly slowly but even still it burns slightly as your body tries to accommodate his girth. “Too much?” Katsuki asks and there’s a gentleness there you’ve never heard before. You hurriedly shake your head no. “Just give me a second,” you tell him as you focus on relaxing to allow him in. It’s a shockingly intimate moment, the sounds of the city are a soundtrack you’re both oblivious to; all you two can hear is the sound of your breathing.

You finally lean forward and press your forehead to Katsuki’s. “I’m ready. You can move,” you tell him and he’s all too eager to oblige. He starts out slowly pulling himself out until only the tip remains inside your entrance before he snaps his hips forward, shoving himself back inside and making you see stars. “Still good?” “Fuck yes, do that again,” you moan and that’s all Katsuki needs to bring the smirk back to his face as he starts to really pound into you, his pace relentless now that he’s confirmed you can handle it. “I’m gonna fucking ruin that pussy of yours. Make sure nothing and no one can please you the way I can,” he growls possessively before capturing your mouth into a kiss again, swallowing every whine, whimper, and moan that comes out of your mouth. Your grasp onto his shoulders for dear life, probably leaving long scratches along his back from where your hands have scrambled for purchase but neither of you care. Nothing matters to you outside of the pleasant pull of Katsuki’s thick cock slipping in and out of your clenching pussy. “God you’re so fucking tight for me. I can feel you clenching princess, you gonna cum for me?” he asks. “I am. God I am, ‘m so close,” you whine. Katsuki shifts the angle just so and immediately you know it’s over as your vision whites out with a final cry of Katsuki’s name as your orgasm hits you like a freight train, your entire body clenching around Bakugo as he desperately chases his own climax now that you’ve gotten yours. His rhythm stutters and gets sloppy as he gets closer and closer. He’s so focused on fucking into the tight, wet heat of your pussy still fluttering around him that it takes him by surprise when you whisper in his ear “Please Katsuki. Fill me up, make me yours.” “Fuck (y/n),” he groans and it’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever experienced. The reality of finally having you this way far surpasses every fantasy he’s had about this moment and by the time his orgasm finally passes it’s almost overwhelming.

Bakugo lets you back down onto the ground almost gently, before slowly pulling out. He watches with rapt attention as his cum dribbles down from between your legs and he just barely stops himself from reaching over to push the bit that’s leaked out back in. Instead he forces his eyes to meet yours. He’s not entirely sure what he sees in the (y/e/c) depths of your gaze but it makes him panic, his cheeks flushing as he looks away. He wants to offer up round 2. He wants to invite you back to his place. He wants to make you moan his name and beg for his cock to fill you up but he can’t make himself say the words he wants to. The fact of the matter is that with the adrenaline now drained from his body and the lustful haze lifted, the great Bakugo Katsuki has lost his nerve. So even though he wants to ask “what are you doing the rest of the night?” he instead says “we should head back.” “Oh... right yea, of course,” you reply dazedly as Bakugo backs out of your space and quickly moves to pull back up his pants and underwear as you do the same. The two of you walk back to Ground Zero in silence, both still processing what’s just happened. “See ya around,” Bakugo tells you before striding towards the door to his agency. “Yea, see you,” you reply, equally as spaced out. You watch his retreating back until he actually enters the building and the door shuts behind him. As the door clicks closed you both have the same thought:

“What the fuck just happened?”

A/N: Kirishima definitely texted Mina the minute he realized the police had submitted the paperwork for y/n and Bakugo’s bust but the two of them hadn’t returned from the mission yet. They love gossiping about their two favorite horny idiots

Taglist: @pixelwisp @oliviasslut @larkspyrr @heroacadema @kozukatsuki @captaincyberqueen @undead-nyx @ineedtofocusfr @i-heart-fictional-boys

#hopelessla #bakugo smau #bakugo x fem!reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo katsuki #hopeless.thirst

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 4 years

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Saving Grace - Part 3

Summary: Steve leaves you and your son to go back to Peggy unaware your pregnant.

Your heartbroken and struggling without Steve until Bucky Barnes steps up to help you out. With you and Bucky growing closer everyday will he be your saving Grace?

(Takes place after The Avengers defeat Thanos and people lost in the snap are back).

A/N -Sorry summary sucks! If i say too much it will give things away! 💜

(3 months later)

I was sat on one of the sun loungers in the back yard with Wanda as we watched Bucky and Sam running around after Harrison while Clint was working away at the BBQ.

"You seem happier sweetheart" Wanda said rolling her head to the side to look at me.

"I feel a lot better, its still tough but I'm getting there" i told her truthfully smiling as i watched Bucky scoop up Harrison making him laugh loudly.

"Having Bucky around looks like its helped a lot"

"His been great...."

"But?"

"Its just...." i could feel the heat rise to my cheeks and shifted in my seat.

"Just spit it out!"

"My hormones are going crazy!"

"Okay....." she looked confused and shook her head waiting for me to explain.

"Im horny all the time!!" I whispered to her "and he walks around looking like that..." i nodded my head over to where Bucky was now rolling around the grass with Harrison climbing on him, both of them laughing.

"Get him lil man!" Sam was encouraging Harrison as he stood laughing at the two of them.

"Like what? Its not like his naked Y/N" Wanda chuckled clearly thinking I'm loosing mind.

"Okay, you don't think this is real..... take a look"

"You mean you want me to use my powers on you?"

"Its the only way you'll get what i mean"

I could see the red wisps appear around Wanda's fingers and creep over to me, her eyes glowing red and then she gasped sitting back in her seat a little breathless.

"Wow! Thats..... intense"

"I told you!!"

"Hey doll.... you okay?" Bucky asked marching towards us, i let out a whimper at the way he strutted towards me.... i was about ready to throw myself at him i swear to god.

"Hmmm im fine, why?"

"I saw Wanda using her magic on you...."

"Oh that was nothing, just girl stuff" i shrugged holding my hand up "help me up would you i need to pee"

"Of course" he smiled taking my hand and easily pulling me up to my feet.

"Thanks, if im like this now what am i gonna be like by the end!" I moaned as i walked into the house.

On my way back outside i saw Sam in the kitchen grabbing more beers, he gave me a smile as soon as he saw me.

"Hey mama, you want anything?"

"Id love a beer" i said pouting at the fact i couldn't drink.

"How about a soda?"

"Fine! Always gotta ruin my fun Sammy"

As i walked over to grab my soda from Sam and help him with the beers he pulled me in for a hug.

"You doing okay?" He asked quietly placing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Im doing better, theres still alot anger there but im trying my best to push it aside" i admitted to the man who had been like a brother to me since the day i met him, it was always so easy to talk to Sam "i've gotta put Harrison and the baby first. My anger towards 'he who wont be named' isn't going to help anyone, so whats the point?"

"Your a better person than me Y/N"

"Its not gonna do me any good, it wont make him come back to us, he had his life with Peggy just like he always wanted. Even if that meant leaving us behind"

"If he wasn't so old i'd punch him in the face for you i promise"

"Haha get in line darlin, Wanda would be out for blood and Bucky.... well i think he would channel his inner Winter Soldier" i chuckled as i stepped out of Sams arms to grab the drinks.

"You and Bucky seem to be getting close"

"Sam..... don't start" i shook my head knowing where this was going "we're just friends, his helping me with Harrison...."

"It'd be okay if there WAS something there though I'm just saying" he held up his hands "i hate to admit this but Bucky is a good guy"

"I know he is, believe me i know"

"So whats the problem?"

"Erm how about the fact I'm pregnant by his best friend?" I said with wide eyes, it should have been the obvious reason!

"Well actually IM his best friend now since old man Rogers turned up"

"Erghhh you know what i mean! Stop making this weird!" I grabbed the drinks and headed outside away from the conversation.

"Hey, everything okay? I was gonna come looking for you you were gone that long" Wanda asked looking concerned.

"Yeah fine, just chatting with Sam"

"About anything exciting?"

"Nope" i replied popping the P as i shook my head and took my seat again.

"Mama!" Harrison said running over wanting to climb into my lap.

"Hey baby" i picked him up and his little arms held me round my shoulders as he buried his head in my neck "awww is someone sleepy" i smiled running my hand over his blonde hair "did Uncle Bucky wear you out bud?"

I felt Harrison nod his head and heard Wanda chuckle....2 minutes later he was fast asleep.

"Sweetboy just wanted his mama" Wanda said smiling as she looked at Harrison "i still can't believe you have a son and that i missed so much"

"I know me too Wan, at least you'll get to witness everything with this one" i said looking down at my almost 6 month bump.

"Oh Y/N i cant wait! Im so excited"

"Hey Wan, how would you feel about being in the delivery room with me when i have her?..... you don't have to only i really don't wanna do it alone"

"Are you being serious??? You would want me there??"

"Of course! Your my best friend"

"I would be honoured!"

"Thanks, your the best".

"Ladies foods ready" Clint called over and Wanda shot up and rushed over to grab something, i stayed where i was not wanting to disturb Harrison.

"Here, grabbed you a cheeseburger" Bucky suddenly appeared holding out the burger, it smelt like heaven and made me smile instantly.

"Bucky Barnes you are the best!" I beamed making grabby hands towards the plate he held.

"Here i'll swap you.... let me take Harrison while you eat"

"Thanks" i smiled up at him accepting the plate, then I watched as Bucky carefully took Harrison. He rubbed his back soothingly when he stirred a little bit but Harrison cuddled up to Bucky, his face buried against Buckys neck.

"Do you want me to go put him in bed?"

"If you don't mind that would be great, could you grab the monitor from his dresser please on your way out?"

"Sure thing doll, be right back" he smiled at me before heading inside.

"Bucky is so good with Harrison" i heard Wanda say, i turned round to see she was back in her seat with a plate full of food a huge smile on her face.

"He is, I'm glad Harrison has him around. Ever since Ste... HE left, i worry about the effect it will have on Harrison" i admitted "his okay right?.... i mean his young...."

"His fine i promise you, he has the best mommy in the world. Not to mention a kick ass aunt and uncles who love him so much"

"Id be lost without you guys".

"We'll we're not going anywhere so you have nothing to worry about".

The following couple of days felt a bit off between Bucky and me after our friends had been constantly commenting on how close we had been getting, i started to panic and distance myself.

I wasn't blind, obviously i could see how attractive Bucky was but with my hormones all over the place.... it wasn't a good idea to even think about it. Plus he was Steve's BEST FRIEND!!

"Hey" i heard Bucky call out as he opened the front door.

"Hey Buck" i called back from the kitchen where i was making dinner. Bucky came into kitchen dropping his bag in the corner before walking over to Harrison to say hello.

"everything okay at the compound?"

"Same old, Secretary Ross is still against Sam taking on the shield" he said as he come to grab a bottle of water from the fridge "their pressing for this new guy Walker to take on the Captain America mantle"

"Of course they are, they want someone they can control" i rolled my eyes. Ross had always hated that Steve did his own thing, he wouldn't let them decide who he could or couldn't help and Sam was just the same.

"The guy seems like a punk not gonna lie"

"Sounds about right, probably their golden boy"

"We're fighting it the best we can but its tough" Bucky shrugged, i turned to look at him and noticed he looked exhausted.

"Why don't you go have a shower while i finish dinner, you look tired"

"Sounds good doll, your the best" he smiled and placed a kiss to my temple as he passed like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to do.

At dinner Harrison insisted on sitting next to his Uncle Bucky like always! Something that always made Bucky smile proudly. I loved that he had Bucky around but i couldn't help but think of how Steve was gone.... how could he leave his son so easily!

"Y/N you okay?" Bucky asked getting my attention, i nodded quickly and forced a smile.

"Yeah I'm fine"

"You sure? You've been kinda distant the past couple of days" he said as he wiped Harrison's face over and helped him down from the table.

"Just thinking about some things" i shrugged watching as Harrison run back through to the living room to play with his toys.

"Your nervous..... i can hear your heart racing you know"

"Buck thats not fair...."

"Whats going on? Talk to me"

"Its nothing to worry about"

"Is this about what Sam said the other day at the BBQ?"

"About what?" I asked playing dumb.

"I heard him ask about how close we'd become...."

"His not the only one who's mentioned it, Wanda said something too" i admitted shifting nervously in my seat.

"I see" he nodded sadly "you don't want them thinking theres anything going on with us"

"No! I don't care what they think. Its just.... this is so messed up Bucky"

"If I've over stepped in anyway I'm sorry.... i never meant to make you uncomfortable"

"You haven't i promise, honestly I've been so glad to have you here. I don't know what i would have done without you.... it feels so.... it feels right with you here. It scares me how much i need you around"

"Well I'm not going anywhere" he shrugged "i'll always be here for you and Harrison. Its been so long since i felt like i have a home....and... being here with you and Harrison? Im so happy and i can't remember ever feeling like this"

Bucky suddenly reached over placing his metal hand over mine "I don't know how Steve could ever leave you both. If you were mine id never let you out of my sight"

"Thats because your a good man Bucky Barnes" i smiled turning my hand so i could hold his hand better "after Steve left i was broken hearted you saw me" i scoffed "i didn't think it was possible to get past it let alone feel anything for anyone else..... then you came along"

"Is that a good thing?"

"Yeah" i chuckled "its just the timing.... i mean look at me, Im 6 months pregnant, my emotions are all over the place. I just think if we're even considering being anything more than friends that we need to wait. At least until after the baby....."

"I can wait" he nodded quickly "like i said I'm not going anywhere"

"Okay" i nodded giving him a smile "lets just keep this conversation between us for now, i don't want the others getting involved in this. They mean well but...."

"Their not exactly subtle about it are they?"

"I don't think they know the meaning of the word".

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✰ Family Time (Kyoya Hibari)

Genre: Fluff, Family, Slice of Life

Word Count: 3,277

Pairing: Hibari’s Mother Reader, Kyoya

World: Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Author’s Note: Hibari is probably out of character here, but I wanted him to be soft toward his mother c:

☂ R a i n d r o p from [@aspergerhero] ➧➧ “I heard you also make KHR Fanfics. Between us, my favorite Vongola member is : Hibari Kyoya. So, I would like an one-shot where Female Reader is Kyoya’s mother. As his mother she’s caring and doting towards her son : Kyoya. Anyways, my request would be a family heartwarming one-shot with Kyoya, The reader (Kyoya’s mother) and Fon (In this request : he’s Kyoya’s uncle)”

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You nudged the front door open with your shoulder, your hands clutching tightly onto bags full of groceries, the plastic handles digging into your skin from the weight of their contents. Once inside, you tapped the door with your foot before kicking off your sneakers and scurrying into the kitchen. It took a bit of effort to lift all of them up and onto the counter, but it was a nice relief to no longer have them digging into your skin.

With a happy hum, you began to put away the groceries, balling up the bags before dropping them into the recycle bin. You glanced down at your work uniform, wondering if you should change before starting dinner but, after glancing at the clock, you realized that your son should be home soon and you wanted to have dinner prepared and waiting for him.

With a smile, you pulled the meat out of the fridge, unpacking it before setting it onto the cutting board. Kyoya was a simple child with simple tastes and, while you enjoyed many different types of seasonings, you knew your son preferred just good old salt and pepper, and his happiness heavily outweighed your own. Hamburger steak was a fairly easy dish to cook, one you had prepared many times in the past because it was one of his favorite dishes. Lately, you had been working more and spending longer hours gone, which meant that you weren’t around as often to look after him.

While he never said anything about this, you knew that he was bothered by not seeing you as much, so you decided to try and make it up by preparing one of his favorites. You were feeling tired, but quite happy as you prepared the dish, humming a soft tune to yourself as you did so. The hamburger steak had just finished, being placed on the plate beside a bed of rice, when the door clicked open, slamming shut a few moments later.

You stuck your head out into the hallway, smiling brightly at your son as he untied his shoes. “Welcome home, Kyo!”

His steel eyes snapped up to you, slightly wide since he hadn’t been expecting you home yet. He took in the fact that you were still in your uniform, along with the flour that was sticking to the cloth, and he knew you had come straight home just to prepare his dinner. Though he’d never admit it, not even to himself, it made his heart flutter within his chest. “You’re home early.”

You nodded. “Yup! I took the weekend off, as well. I was thinking we could go to the carnival? Or perhaps we could go catch a movie! What do you think, dear?”

Kyoya’s expression softened as he stepped farther into the house, brushing past you into the kitchen. “Whatever you want, okaa-san.”

“We can figure it out tomorrow,” you decided, setting the two plates onto the table before pouring some warm tea into two cups, settling down across from him. “How was school?”

“It was fine,” he responded blankly, no emotion on his face as he picked up his chopsticks, separating them before digging into the food that you had so lovingly prepared for him. “You need to stop working so hard only to come home and do housework. I told you that I would take care of it.”

You giggled, “Don’t worry, I can handle it. I’m your mother, after all!”

His eyes narrowed at the plate of food, but he kept his thoughts to himself. A comfortable silence settled over the two of you as you just sat, enjoying each other’s company over the delicious food that you had made just for him.

To be completely honest, you had started to feel as if Kyoya was beginning to pull away from you, which you understood. He was getting older, starting to find himself and his place in the world. You were sure that the last thing he wanted was to be hounded by his mother, but you wanted to do your best to keep the relationship between the two of you as strong as possible.

After you both finished, he stood up and reached for your plate, making you gasp upon seeing a nasty, deep purple bruise peeking out from beneath the sleeve of his shirt. “Kyoya, what happened? Are you okay?”

He mentally cursed himself for not being more careful in hiding his injuries from you. “I’m fine. I just hit my wrist onto the door.”

You frowned at his back as he approached the sink, turning on the water to clean the dishes. It was obvious to you that the ravenette was hiding something from you and you worried that it was something bad. Was he getting into fights? Had he gotten mixed up with bad kids at school? ‘Oh god, what if they are tempting him with drugs?’ You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched him, wondering if you should ask him about your concerns, but then you shook your head. ‘No, Kyoya is a good boy. I need to have faith in him.’

“The carnival.”

“Eh?” Your eyes widened a bit as you snapped out of your thoughts, tilting your head at your son, who glanced at you over his shoulder.

“We can go to the carnival.”

“Oh! That sounds lovely, Kyo.”

His gaze softened at the happy expression now upon your face. If he were to be honest, the carnival was the last place he wanted to be. There were far too many herbivores there, as if their sole purpose for being there was simply to annoy him, but he knew how much you enjoyed the carnival and how you loved taking him there, so he figured it wouldn’t hurt – as long as it doesn’t become a regular thing.

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When Kyoya stepped down the stairs the next morning, he was surprised to see you sitting at the table across from his uncle, Fon, both of you drinking coffee and catching up with one another’s lives.

You smiled at your son, hopping up to pull him into a hug. “Good morning, sweetheart! I hope you don’t mind, but I invited Fon to come along since it’s been a while since we’ve seen him.”

The two males looked at each other for a moment, brown eyes warm, steel eyes cold. And then Fon closed his eyes, smiling warmly at his nephew. “I look forward to today’s adventure. I believe we could all use a break, hm?”

Kyoya’s eyes narrowed at the knowing glint within his uncle’s eye. The older male knew about his involvement with the Vongola family, being the Arcobaleno that held the red pacifier, and he worried that Fon would tell his mother about this. That is one thing he refused to let happen. Kyoya would protect you no matter the cost, shielding you from the darkness lingering so close to home.

Fon had considered telling you, of course, believing that you deserved to know the danger that your son was plunging himself into, but he also understood that it wasn’t his secret to tell. The time would come when you finally found out the truth, but that time would not be created by him. “Should we stop for breakfast first?”

“Definitely,” you answered, picking up the two empty coffee mugs to place them into the sink. “We can’t have fun on an empty stomach, after all! Are you ready, sweetheart?”

Kyoya, who had already showered and changed before coming downstairs, simply nodded his head at you before heading for the door to slip on his shoes. You and Fon followed suite before the three of you headed outside, you walking between the two males. The sky was a soft, baby blue with only a couple of clouds lingering about and it was nearing the end of summer, so the temperature wasn’t too unbearable, a soft breeze ruffling through the trees.

The cafe was chosen by Kyoya, where the three of you occupied a round table at the back of the small shop, enjoying a light breakfast as you watched Fon attempt to converse with his nephew, only to receive short answers, if any at all. You couldn’t help but giggle as your son sent an annoyed glare to his uncle, tired of the third degree.

After attempting the pay the bill, only for Fon to insist that he be the one to do so, the three of you left the cafe, heading in the direction of the carnival. It was still early in the morning, so not many people had arrived, but it was also the beginning of the weekend and you knew it wouldn’t be long before the crowds started to pour in.

You glanced at Kyoya, giving him a soft smile. “What would you like to do first, sweetheart?”

“You can choose, okaa-san.”

“Hmm,” you tapped your chin in thought, eyes scanning the various rides and attractions that surrounded you. “Let’s try the ring toss first!” You took the boy by the hand and tugged him over to the game in question, pulling out your wallet. “Three rounds, please!”

The young man attending to the game smiled as he exchanged the money for five plastic rings, stepping back so he wasn’t in the way. You angled your body, taking a breath before tossing one of the rings toward the row of empty glass bottles, but it slid down between two of them. With a huff, you threw the second, then the third, and the fourth. None of them landed.

A bead of sweat rolled down your cheek as you poised yourself to take the final shot. ‘Stay calm, Y/N. You’ve got this!’ With a determined nod, you leaned forward as you extended your arm, the ring slipping from your fingers. It flew through the air in slow motion, tumbling and turning. From its current position, it looked as if it was going to land, but the plastic ring bounced off the top of the bottle, falling beside it.

You hung your head, a defeated aura overtaking your body because you had really wanted to win a prize for Kyoya. Fon chuckled, resting his hand on your shoulder. “You’ll get them next time, Y/N.”

With a nod, you straightened your back, putting on a smile as you turned to your son, who had accepted the five plastic rings, ready to take his turn. “You can do it, Kyo!”

His steel eyes slid to you for a moment before returning to the glass bottles. With very little effort, he was able to land every single ring, earning the prize of medium-sized panda bear that he refused to take, leaving Fon to accept it in his place.

Your eyes were shimmering with pride, hands clasped together beneath your chin. “You’re so cool, Kyo!”

His eyes widened slightly and he cursed when he felt warmth flooding to his cheeks, quickly turning around and walking to the next booth so you wouldn’t see the look on his face. He would rather die than admit that your praise made him feel happy.

“Hm?” You tilted your head to the side, looking between him and Fon. “Was it something I said?”

Fon just chuckled. “Perhaps he’s just eager.”

“Oh, he must be having fun, then. I’m so glad.” You chirped cheerfully before following after your son, who had already begun his turn on the rifle game.

For the rest of the day, this is how it went. You would try so hard to win a prize for your son, only to fail miserably, and when it was his turn, he would win without any effort only to refuse the prize and ignore your praise. It wasn’t long before Fon’s arms were full of various fluffed creatures, necklaces and hair pins adorning his body so he wouldn’t have to carry them.

The day wore on, growing more crowded with each passing hour and, by one o’clock, you could see how annoyed your son was beginning to be. You knew he was ready to return home or, at the very least, leave the carnival, but you were determined to win something. You glanced at Kyoya and Fon as they sat on the bench, giving their legs a rest.

Your eyes scanned the surrounding area, biting your bottom lip in thought. Finally, you made a decision, offering the two males a smile. “I’m gong to bathroom. When I get back, we can leave, okay?”

Kyoya nodded, his steel eyes not opening as he folded his arms over his chest, leg crossed over the other. Fon sent you a smile before returning to the cup of apple juice he had gotten.

You headed toward the direction of the bathroom, using the large crowd as cover to dart away, going in the opposite direction. Even with the crowds, you didn’t want to risk choosing a game that was within their line of sight, so you headed back to the front of the carnival where the ring toss was sitting. You waited patiently for the group of kids to take their turns, waiting for them to leave before slapping the money onto the counter with a determined look.

The man sweatdropped at the intensity within your eyes and, at that moment, he thought that he didn’t get paid enough for this job.

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Kyoya was beginning to get worried, his steel eyes scanning the crowd as his foot tapped impatiently upon the ground. You should have returned by now, so where in the hell were you? Fon had also disappeared, claiming that he was going to grab a snack and be back soon, but he had been gone almost as long as you had.

His thoughts suddenly went dark as he thought about the possibility that someone may have taken you because of his mafia affiliations. With that, he rushed off the bench, intent to find you, but when he whirled around, he came face to face with you.

You smiled sheepishly, “Sorry for keeping you waiting, sweetheart.”

His eyes narrowed, scanning your body for injury before focusing on the hands you kept behind your back. You were obviously nervous, but why? “What took you so long, okaa-san? And what are you trying to hide?”

“Ah, well…” Your smile slowly dropped and he could see sadness within your eyes. “I really wanted to win a prize for you before we left, but… I guess I’m not very good at these kinds of things. When I ran out of money, well…” you slowly pulled your hands from behind your back, holding out a small key chain.

Attached the ring at the top was a thick strip of cloth, navy blue with yellow accents, and hanging from the hole at the bottom of the cloth was a small, yellow bird.

“The attendant of the booth finally took pity on me and just gave me this,” you rubbed the back of your neck, keeping your eyes on the small bird charm. “I wasn’t going to give it to you, but… it kind of looks like Hibird, so I thought… I’m really sorry, Kyoya.”

His eyes widened in surprise, his heart picking up speed within his chest as he slowly reached out for the key chain, his fingers curling around the material. “You spent your entire paycheck… didn’t you?”

“Not exactly,” you mumbled. “I spent some of it on the groceries yesterday…”

A sigh passed his lips as he tugged the object from your hand. It was such a small gift, something that you hadn’t even technically chosen for him, it had been forced upon you, but it was also something you had worked very hard to acquire just for him. You really were such a good mother.

The corners of his lips slid up a fraction, a soft smile on his lips as he reached out for your hand. “Thank you, okaa-san.”

Your mood instantly lifted and you threw your arms around his neck. “You’re so welcome, sweetheart!”

“Woah, is that Hibari?!”

The two of you separated and you looked over at the source of the loud voice, finding three kids around Kyoya’s age – a boy with short, spiked white hair, a sweet looking girl with light brown hair, and another boy with darker brown hair.

The brown haired boy sweatdropped at the attention, quickly bowing. “S-Sorry, we didn’t mean to interrupt!”

“Hibari actually hugged someone!” The taller male was practically screaming, a grin on his lips.

Seeing the angry look within Kyoya’s eyes, the smaller of the two swallowed, turning to the white-haired male with an expression akin to fear. “R-Ryohei, knock it off. Let’s just go.”

But Ryohei wasn’t listening, already closing the distance between you as he held his hand out to you. “Hi! I’m Ryohei Sasagawa! Are you Hibari’s mother?!”

You were surprised by how loud this boy was, but you offered him a smile, taking his hand. “I am! Are you one of Kyoya’s friends?”

Kyoya and Ryohei answered at the same time. “No.” “Yep!”

“That’s so nice! Thank you for looking after my Kyo!” You bowed at the younger male, feeling happiness blooming within your chest. You knew your son was more of a loner, preferring to stick to himself opposed to dealing with others, so you were very happy to know that he did have friends.

Tsuna could just feel Kyoya’s aura darkening as he grew more and more annoyed. His mother was special to him and he had sworn to himself to protect you from everything and everyone. He’d be damned before he let you get friendly with members of the Vongola family.

Before another word could be exchanged, he latched onto your wrist and pulled you away from the group, who was surprised that the male in question hadn’t threatened them, but Tsuna was sure that, as soon as his mother wasn’t around, they would most certainly be bitten to death.

“I’m so glad you’ve made friends, Kyo.” You chirped happily, allowing the younger Hibari to drag you toward the exit of the carnival. “It’s always worried me how you’re usually alone… you really have grown up so much. I’m so proud of you.”

His cheeks turned pink at the praise and he was thankful that you couldn’t see his face as you walked behind him. He most certainly did not consider them his friends, but… for the sake of your happiness, he would, at the very least, pretend that they were.

“You should invite them over for dinner sometime!”

“Absolutely not.”

“Aww, but why not?” You pouted at him. “I want to get to know them.”

“…”

“Is it because I embarrass you?” The realization suddenly struck and you forced your hand from his grip so you could hold your cheeks. “Oh my god, I called you Kyo in front of your friends. That must have been so embarrassing for you, I’m sorry! I promise I won’t do it again.”

He scowled at the thought. “I… don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” You tilted your head as you stepped up beside him, his steel eyes meeting yours. As always, they softened upon landing on you.

“I’m positive, okaa-san. You’re not embarrassing, those herbivores just have no manners. They don’t deserve to meet you.” And then he continued out of the exit, where he found Fon waiting.

You smiled at your son’s back, holding your hand over your heart. Honestly, you felt like the luckiest mother alive to have such a wonderful son in your life. They both turned their attention to you and you jogged toward them, slipping your arms through theirs. “Let’s go home!”

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What Is This Feeling: Chapter 3

Fem!9th Doctor x Male!Rose Tyler

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The room was lit green from the time rotor.

"Right then, Ross Tyler, you tell me. Where do you want to go? Backwards or forwards in time? It's your choice. What's it going to be?" The Doctor smirked.

"Uh…forwards."

The Doctor hit a button, and flipped a switch before turning back to Ross.

"How far?"

"One hundred years."

She turned to the console and rolled the time rotor one hundred years. She flipped a lever, and twister a knob, setting the TARDIS into motion. Once they've landed, she smiled and pointed to the door.

"There you go. Step outside those doors, it's the twenty second century."

Ross looked at her in amazement. "You're kidding."

"That's a bit boring though." She grinned at him. "Do you want to go further?"

"Fine by me."

The Doctor rolled the rotor once more, and they traveled through the time vortex. Seconds later the TARDIS stopped.

"Ten thousand years in the future. Step outside, it's the year 12005, the new roman empire."

"You think you're so impressive," he grinned at her.

"I am so impressive," she feigned being offended.

"You wish," he laughed.

"Right then, you asked for it. I know exactly where to go. Hold on!"

The TARDIS once again travelled through the vortex. Once they arrived, the Doctor dinged the bell for effect. She stood back smiling.

"Where are we? What's out there," he asked excitedly.

She just gestured to the door. Ross slowly walked over to the door, and stepped out. The Doctor followed him out and walked over to the wall. She soniced a panel causing the observation shield to lower. She stepped down to where Ross stood.

"You lot, you spend all your time thinking about dying, like you're going to get killed by eggs or beef or global warming or asteroids. But you never take time to imagine the impossible, that maybe you survive. This is the year five point five slash apple slash twenty six. Five billion years in your future and this is the day-" she looked at her wrist watch. "Hold on…" The sun suddenly flared and turned red.

"This is the day that the sun expands." She turned and looked at Ross. "Welcome to the end of the world." She bumped his shoulder with hers. "C'mon, let's go join the party."

The Doctor led him out of the door of the gallery, and into the hallway. They both began to walk towards the main area.

"Shuttles five and six are now docking. Guests are reminded that Platform One forbids the use of weapons, teleportation and religion. Earth death is scheduled for fifteen thirty nine, followed by drinks in the Manchester Suite," the computer announced.

They continued walking down the hallways.

"So, when it says guests, does that mean people," Ross asked.

"Depends on what you mean by people." The Doctor continued to walk without a care in the world.

"I mean people. What do you mean?"

"Aliens," She said, as if it was the most obvious thing.

They turned a corner. The Doctor stopped in front of a door, and took out her sonic.

"What are they doing on board this spaceship? What's it all for?" Ross continued to ask.

"It's not really a spaceship, more like an observation deck," she explained. "The great and the good are gathering to watch the planet burn."

She began to sonic the panel on the wall. She smiled to herself as the door opened.

"What for?"

"Fun."

They entered the observation gallery. A massive window stood at the other end of the room, displaying the Sun and Earth.

"Mind you, when I said the great and the good, what I mean is, the rich," the Time Lord informed her new companion.

"But, hold on. They did this once on Newsround Extra. The Sun expanding, that takes hundreds of years."

"Millions," she corrected. "But the planet's now property of the National Trust." She pointed to the satellites around the Earth. "See down there? Gravity satellites holding back the Sun."

Ross shook his head, confused. "The planet looks the same as ever. Thought the continents shifted and things."

"They did, and the Trust shifted them back. That's a classic Earth. But now the money's run out, nature takes over."

"How long's it got," Ross asked, sounding almost heartbroken.

The Doctor checked her wrist watch.

"About half an hour and the planet gets roasted."

Ross looked at the Doctor almost admiringly.

"Is that why we're here? I mean, is that what you do? Jump in at the last minute and save the Earth?"

"I'm not saving it. Time's up," she stated, and popped the 'p'.

"But what about the people," Ross asked concerned.

"Oh, it's empty." She reassured him. "They're all gone. No one left."

"Just me, then," he spoke quietly.

The Doctor was about to comfort him when a blue-skinned person with golden slit eyes strode towards them.

"Who the hell are you," he asked rudely.

"Oh, that's nice, thanks," the Doctor shot.

"How did you get in? This is a maximum hospitality zone. The guests have disembarked. They're on their way any second now."

The Doctor took out her psychic paper, and showed the blue man.

"No, that's me. I'm a guest. Look, I've got an invitation. Look. There, you see? It's fine, you see? The Doctor plus one. I'm the Doctor, this is Ross Tyler. He's my plus one. Is that alright?" She placed the psychic paper back into her pocket.

"Well, obviously. Apologies et cetera. If you're on board, we'd better start. Enjoy."

The steward walked away and over to the lectern. The Doctor quietly spoke to Ross.

"The paper's slightly psychic. It shows them whatever I want them to see. Saves a lot of time."

"He's blue," Ross stated.

"Yeah."

"'Kay," Ross answered, accepting the fact.

"We have in attendance the Doctor and Ross Tyler. Thank you. All staff to their positions," the steward announced.

A bunch of tiny blue staff members hurried to their positions. The steward continued to announce names.

"And now, might I introduce the next honoured guest? Representing the Forest of Cheam, we have… trees. Namely Jabe, Lute, and Coffa."

A shorter bark skinned man entered the room with his two larger escorts. He was beautiful… in a manly tree way. They started to walk over toward the Doctor and Ross.

"The gift of Peace. I bring you a cutting of my grandfather." Jabe gently handed a potted twig to the Doctor. She grinned and handed it off to Ross.

"Thank you. Yes, gifts!" She patted herself down, quickly thinking.

'They're trees. They should like air, yeah?'

"Er, I give you in return air from my lungs."

She gently blew on Jabe's face.

"How intimate," Jabe spoke, slightly surprised.

"There's more where that came from," the Doctor grinned, internally laughing that that actually worked.

"I bet there is," Jabe smiled before continuing on.

This continued on for a bit. The Doctor couldn't help but laugh when Ross got spit in the face by the Moxx of Balhoon.

"And last but not least, our very special guest. Ladies and gentlemen, and trees and multiforms, consider the Earth below. In memory of this dying world, we call forth the last Human. The Lady Cassandra O'Brien Dot Delta Seventeen."

A face in piece of thin skin stretched in a rectangular frame was wheeled in. Her escorts were two men hidden in top-to-toe hospital whites. The Doctor grinned, silently laughing.

"Oh, now, don't stare. I know, I know it's shocking, isn't it? I've had my chin completely taken away and look at the difference. Look how thin I am! Thin and dainty. I don't look a day over two thousand. Moisturize me. Moisturize me." She spoke that last part quietly to her escorts. One of her them used a pump spray on her skin.

"Truly, I am the last Human. My father was a Texan; my mother was from the Arctic Desert. They were born on Earth and were the last to be buried in its soil. I have come to honour them and say goodbye. Oh, no tears, no tears. I'm sorry."

Ross slowly walked toward the 'last Human' to investigate more. The Doctor watched, slightly concerned. She hoped he wouldn't react badly.

"But behold, I bring gifts. From Earth itself, the last remaining Ostrich egg." One of the blue workers brought it out and presented it. "Legend says it had a wingspan of fifty feet and blew fire from its nostrils. Or was that my third husband?" The Doctor stifled a laugh.

"And here, another rarity." A 1950's juke box was wheeled in. "According to the archived, this was called an iPod. It stores classical music from humanity's greatest composers. Play on!"

One of the little attendants pressed a button, and a 45 was selected. The strains of Tainted Love by Soft Cell started to ring out. The Gallifreyan laughed and bobbed her head to the music.

"Refreshments will now be served. Earth death in thirty minutes," the steward announced.

The Doctor watched as Ross ran out of the gallery. She started to go after him, but was stopped.

"Doctor?"

She turned around to be flashed by a camera that Jabe was holding.

"Thank you."

The Doctor continued on. 'That was weird,' she thought to herself.

She was halfway down a hallway when an announcement was made.

"Would the owner of the blue box in private gallery fifteen please report to the steward's office, immediately. Guests are reminded that use of teleportation devices is strictly forbidden under Peace Treaty five point four slash cup slash sixteen. Thank you."

"Opps! That would be me. Better go make sure they don't break my TARDIS," she spoke to herself.

The Doctor went off towards private gallery fifteen to see the tiny attendants starting to lift the TARDIS onto a cart.

"Don't break it now! She's older than your entire race!"

One of the tiny attendants approached the Doctor with a clipboard.

"Name?" It asked in a high pitched voice.

"The Doctor."

"Your ship will be taken to Dock three."

The Doctor saw the attendants roughly wheel the TARDIS away.

"Oi, now, be careful with that. Park it properly. No scratches." The Doctor told them.

The attendant with the clipboard handed the Doctor a ticket that said 'Have a nice day'. She shoved it into her pocket, and continued back on her search for her pink and yellow human. She didn't have to go far. Ross was in the room they took the TARDIS out of.

"What'd you think, then?" She asked as she took a seat on the stairs.

"Good. Yeah, fine. Once you get passed the slightly psychic paper." There was a small awkward pause before Ross spoke again. "They're just so alien. The aliens are so alien. You look at 'em and they're alien."

'That's not racist at all,' she thought sarcastically.

"Good thing I didn't take you to the Deep South," she commented.

Ross leaned back and started to take in the Doctor.

"Where are you from," he asked.

"All over the place," She said quickly.

"They all speak English," Ross went on.

The Doctor relaxed a bit, knowing Ross didn't pry on where she was from. She wasn't ready for that.

"No, you just hear English. It's a gift of the TARDIS. The telepathic field gets inside your brain and translates."

"It's inside my brain," Ross asked, annoyed.

"Well, in a good way," she reassured.

"Your machine gets inside my head. It gets inside and it changes my mind and you didn't even ask," Ross fumed.

"I didn't think about it like that…"

"No, you were too busy thinking up cheap shots about the Deep South. Who are you, Doctor? What are you called? What sort of alien are you?"

'Not this again,' she internally groaned.

"I'm just the Doctor."

"From what planet?"

She scoffed, "Well, it's not as if you'll know where it is!"

"Where are you from," Ross demanded.

"Why does it matter," her voice started to rise.

"Tell me who you are," yelled the Human.

The Doctor was beyond livid at this point. "This is who I am, right here, right now, all right? All that counts is here and now, and this is me."

"Yeah, and I'm here too because you brought me here, so just tell me!"

The Time Lord quickly got up and descended down the steps to stand in front of the observation window. She needed a minute to breathe and control her emotions. The Time War was still fresh in her mind. Just thinking about it physically brings her pain. She wasn't ready to talk about it. Let alone to Ross who can hardly handle these prissy rich aliens.

Ross slowly stepped down beside the Doctor. He approached her like he would a frightened animal.

"All right. As my mate Shane says, don't argue with the designated driver." Ross then took out his phone.

"Can't exactly call a taxi. There's no signal. We're out of range. Just a bit."

The Doctor took a breath before turning towards him.

"Tell you what," she grabbed his phone, and began to take it apart. "With a bit of jiggery pokery…"

"Is that a technical term, jiggery pokery," Ross grinned.

"Yeah, I came first in jiggery pokery. What about you?" She gave him a small smile.

"No, I failed hullabaloo."

The Doctor placed a universal signal device into the back of the phone. She knew buying an extra one in the year 5023 would come in handy. She passed it back to the boy.

"There you go."

She watched as Ross stepped away to call his mum. She spoke again once their conversation was over.

"Think that's amazing, you want to see the bill."

"That was five billion years ago. So, she's dead now. Five billion years later, my mum's dead."

"Bundle of laughs, you are," she commented.

Just then the space station began to shake. Once it was over, the Doctor paused for a brief second before smiling.

"That's not supposed to happen."

She knew this wasn't going to be a vacation. Something dangerous and exciting seemed to happen everywhere she went. The Doctor absolutely loved it.

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qvicksilversass · 5 years

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Young Lady, You’re Scaring Me

(Steve Rogers x Reader)

You’ve been in love with Steve for, well, ever, but he never seems to notice you. So in desperation you ask Tony for advice…yeah, totally not a good idea.

Words: 2138 Warnings: language! daft fluff mainly. :)

The lights were giving you a headache, the code was giving you a headache, the fact you couldn’t stop being distracted by thoughts of Steve; that was driving you crazy. For the last year, your feelings for him had grown and he seemed oblivious. He’s so hard to read, always so professional never giving anything away. You glance across the lab to your best friends, you could ask for help?

“Hey, Tony?”

“Yesss?”

“Can I ask your advice on something?”

“Ooh, is this serious? I’m guessing this isn’t about the new suits?” Tony grinned and jumped on his chair, sliding over to you a mischievous look of interest in his eyes.

“Say you really liked someone, but they never notice you? What would you do?”

“Oh, y/n I’m flattered, but Pepper and I have just got back together-”

“Not you, you idiot!” You grinned shoving him, he spins away and Bruce chuckles giving you a rolling eyes smile. Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut? You took off your glasses and pinched your nose.

“I have a few ideas, you know, master of relationships here…" Tony grinned, rolling his chair back to you, “but I gotta know who he is first.”

“No way. You’ll just laugh.”

“Me?” he feigned offence, “I need to tailor my advice y/n, now spill it.”

“Tell me or I’ll find out. Either way, I’m gonna know." He pokes you with every word and you bat his hands away in a fit of giggles.

"It’s Steve….” you whispered and he got closer pretending not to hear you.

“It’s who?”

“Steve! I’m in love with Steve ok?!”

“Really?! Capsicle?” his eyes go wide, covering his mouth in mock-surprise.

“Yes, really and he doesn’t know I exist.”

“Well it’s going to be hard getting past his chastity belt,” Tony falls about laughing, “nobody’s ever got into them britches!”

“Will you help me or not?”

“Just…britches!..Give me a minute!”

—

Hours later you were busy finalizing code when Tony suddenly shouted in your direction.

“Better hide y/n!”

“Eh?”

“Cap’s on his way in.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“You want an answer don’t you?!”

“Tony Stark!"

"Five seconds till he walks in…”

“I hate you!” You complained but ran out of sight anyway, hiding behind a prototype suit.

“No you don’t! Turn your com on.”

“Yes I do!” You shout just before Steve walks in, heading straight to Tony.

“What is it Stark?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah, I need to test the new recall mechanism on your suit, it’s been malfunctioning?”

“Right? and you needed me here?”

“Yes,” he pulls Steve over and messes with his suit, it’s obvious he’s not really doing anything, to you anyway, “Sooo, Steve…”

God, was he going to be this obvious? You cringed from around the corner.

“Stark? Do you have something you wanna tell me?”

“How about y/n…?”

“Y/n? What has she got to do with my suit?”

“Nothing…except she wants you out of it and in her bed…” If Steve heard that you would actually shove Steve’s shield up Tony’s-

“She’s hot right? Like smart, cute hot with the glasses and…”

“Aren’t you and Pepper a couple again?”

“Yes, that’s not my point.”

“Then what is?” Steve said, getting fed up. Seriously, Tony, you could do a better job of this!

“Do you like her? I ship it.”

“What? Why do you, I’m not…ship?" he blushed and got all awkward before composing himself.

"Are you done?”

Steve tests the recall, of course it works and Tony nods. Steve walks out and Tony runs over to you.

“Did you see how flustered the old guy got?” he giggles and you shove him, “He so likes you…”

“How obvious can you be Tony? Why did I ask you for help?”

“Capsicle’s melting y/n!”

—

“Are you sure about this?"

Tony had Nat sworn to secrecy, her dressing you up in some of her clothes.

"You wanna get in his pants, you have to take control.”

“I’m not throwing myself at him, Tony.”

“You might have to.”

“He doesn’t seem the type to go for all this though…” you frown down at the heels and clingy dress you were wearing, your eyes itching from the contacts he’d convinced you to wear. How did Nat walk in these heels never mind kill people?

“...and has your ‘scientist chic’ worked so far?"

Did he actually just do air quotes?

"No-”

“Well, go on, knock him dead…figuratively!”

Tony pushed you through the door giving you a thumbs up, and you stumble into the common room where Steve and Bucky are eating and talking. Your heart beating so fast you thought it might explode in your chest. You took out your lunch as usual and as usual, neither of them noticed you.

“Hi guys.” The confidence you wanted to project only comes out as a whisper and Tony rolls his eyes and sighs at you from the doorway.

“What the?” Bucky spits out his drink and Steve glances up confused, not quite the expression you were going for.

Feel your resolve fading the longer they stare at you and you just stand there staring back at them.

“Y/n? trying out a new look huh?” Bucky mumbled.

“Yeah, its…" You wobble your way to the empty chair and start eating lunch. You notice Steve looking and lean over the counter like Tony told you puffing out your chest. What did you have to lose at this point?

"So Steve, I er, wanted to…" you glance up and smile only meeting his eyes for a second before he coughs and jumps up.

"Got to go, got training, yep, training.” he runs out of the kitchen you facepalm the counter, well that went well.

“Nice try doll,” Bucky gets up to leave too, winking back at you as he leaves, “you scrub up nice."

Tony pats you on the back, "There there, plan b?”

—

“Wake up!”

“Come on sleeping beauty!”

The annoying voice invades your sleep and your eyes reluctantly open. What the hell did he want? He’s interrupting a perfect dream, you and Steve on a date to Disney World...

“Urgh, fuck off Tony!”

“Steve’s in the gym alone, you need to go down there.”

You sit up rubbing your eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness and checking the time.

“Tony, why would I be walking through the gym at 5am?”

“Just do it, trust me.”

“Urgh, fine.” You yawn grabbing a hoodie and shorts and wandering out of your room.

“You could have brushed your hair.”

“Say one more thing…”

You pause as you walk into the gym. Steve’s lifting weights, his abs gleaming with sweat and you lick your lips, entranced.

“Oh…”

“See, told you. Now when he looks over try to look sexy.”

“Sexy? How?”

Steve stops what he's doing, putting the bar back and looking up to you with a confused smile, “Y/n?”

What were you doing? Right. Sexy. Look sexy. Got it.

“Hey.” You start to walk over, swaying your hips - Nope, not got it!

You don't see the treadmill and go flying, the thud of your ass meeting the floor echoing around the gym. Steve runs over to see if you’re okay but all you can hear is Tony’s hysterical laughter in your ear.

“I’m okay.”

“You took quite a fall there.” Steve’s trying to hold in a laugh and his bare chest is way up close to you. So close you want to reach out and touch him.

“Yep.” You manage to squeak out before legging it out of there, mortified.

When you get to the lab, Tony and Bruce are watching the footage of you. You storm in and click it off and cross your arms seething at Tony.

“You know I’m gonna keep that cctv right?” He smirks and you groan.

“I thought you were supposed to be helping? Now he just thinks I’m crazy!”

“But he has noticed you…”

“I’m just going to give up while I have a tiny bit of dignity left.” Bruce chuckles and you send him a glare, he holds his hands up.

“Wait, just one more idea. Please?”

You look back to Bruce for support but he shrugs going back to his work.

“He likes you y/n. I know it.”

“Argh…fine!” Even as you uttered the words you had the feeling you’d regret them.

—

IronTone: be in the gym at 9. America’s ass is teaching you self-defence techniques with the new recruits. ;)

You peered down at your phone in confusion. Tony had already taught you enough to get yourself out of trouble, not that you’d ever been near any action in all the years you’d worked for him anyway.

Y/n: He agreed to that? How?

IronTone: I used my charm of course

Y/n: You have charm? :p

IronTone: Really y/n

I just said he’s the only man for the job, and I'm worried about your safety

after all, it’s dangerous being around me all the time

Y/n: Wow

IronTone: I know, I’m a genius

I’ve left a little something in your closet, don’t forget your com

This was too far, there’s no way you could do this one. It was too much, too obvious. Even by Tony's standards. You held up the vest crop top thing and some skimpy shorts, how could you wear these? this couldn’t be what the recruits wore they were like something from the 80′s.

Sighing you tried them on, cringing at yourself in the mirror and putting your com in your ear.

“Get your ass down there.”

“Isn't this a bit?”

“You look great, now move.”

With a groan, you head to the gym and it’s really busy. Curiously with most of the avengers training, the recruits chatting and watching them. One after another they turn to look at you.

“Tony, everyone’s looking at me.” You whisper into your com awkwardly standing behind the group of recruits, they’re all dressed in joggers and t-shirts, whispering between themselves.

“Look sharp here he comes.”

Steve heads over, searching the recruits for you and you give him a smile and wave.

“Hey guys, today we’re-erm,” his eyes go wide, looking you over, “erm, we’re covering self-defence again today.”

He collects himself, giving you a quick smile and turning back to the recruits, “Partner up and go over what we’ve learnt so far. Y/n you’re with me.”

“Good start, y/n.”

“But I didn’t do anything.”

The recruits all busy themselves starting to train and your stomach flips when Steve guides you over to a mat.

“Quick pretend your lace is undone,” you crouch down messing with your laces and Tony groans, “for god's sake not like that!”

“How am I supposed to know?!” You hiss, standing up again, Steve giving you a funny look.

“You okay?”

You bite your lip and nod, his eyes going to your lips, “So...yep, let’s start with the basics.”

Wait, did that actually work?

But it was the only sign. After that, he was as professional as could be. No matter what Tony told you to try, nothing phased him. Not even when you asked him to show how to break a headlock, though you had to admit you enjoyed that one.

“I think that lip thing was just a fluke, can I go home yet?”

You took a quick drink break, gulping the water down. You were less than unfit and all this was making you start to sweat.

“Hang on, do that again.”

“Do what?”

“Drink, let a little water dribble down your…”

You take another drink, ignoring Tony’s dribble comment, but you do notice Steve watching you from the mat, “You ready to go again?”

“Of course.”

“Make him catch you, always works.” Tony suggests, and you roll your eyes.

“So I have to hold my arm like this?” Steve nods and moves to attack you, while you ‘accidentally’ trip over the edge of the mat and fall backwards with a yelp. Steve catches you with one hand around your waist, bringing you back up against him.

“Wow, nice reflexes,” You smirk, “you really saved me there.”

“Now go for the kill.” Tony whispers, why you don't know as only you can hear him.

“Maybe we should have started slower.”

His voice is a little shaky and you let one hand drift down his arm, leaning close to whisper in his ear, “I was thinking, maybe you could teach me more in private?”

This time you do fall, when he jumps away from you.

"What the…young lady, you’re scaring me!”

Young lady?!

“Fuck it! I give up!”

Hear his gasp, more shocked at your outburst than what you’d just done. You pick yourself up and start walking away from him, yanking the com out of your ear as you go.

"Language!” Steve shouts after you, getting the attention of the rest of the team and the other recruits, they all turn to wattch you both, nothing but amusement in their eyes.

“English!” You shout back.

“Actually that was German!” he shouts, pausing before he shouts again, “Why are we shouting?!”

You turn back to him as the room erupts into laughter, “Why do you think?! God Steve!”

You’d made an idiot out of yourself for the last time. You had your answer and you weren’t sticking around to see Tony and the others laughing at you.

Before you get to the exit, Steve pulls you away to the side, "Y/n I’m flattered, but what’s got into you?"

Flattered? Well, if that doesn’t make you feel even worse.

"I told Tony you didn’t see me like that, but he was convinced you liked me!”

“You? What?" Steve chuckles and you take it wrong storming off.

"Hey, wait.”

Steve holds your arms rubbing them, “You asked Tony Stark for relationship advice? Are you crazy?”

“Maybe a little.”

“I preferred it when you were yourself, all this crazy shit? I’m not ready for that.”

”Language.“ you smirk, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

"Always had a thing for shy broads, smart, cute…” he tilts your face to meet his, nose brushing yours, “I was working up to asking you to dinner and a movie.”

“Steve I’ve known you for a year, you never got past hello.”

“Yeah, it took longer than I hoped," Steve smiled and kissed you, quick and gentle, the barest touch of his lips against yours.

"So doll, will you go to dinner with me?”

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ayankun · 4 years

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real quick before I get into season 6

So this is my second time watching Season 6 and I’m p. excited. This last week or so I’ve been dredging up bits and pieces, but most of it is a blur. It seems the memories that lasted this whole year were mostly of the huge armored truck and the nonbinary character who works at *spoilers*’s tech startup.

I’m curious to see if the second time through it’ll settle in like it belongs. I remember Season 5 really didn’t make any sense to me until I saw it again.

But really I’m just excited that in 11 hours I can watch the new stuff?!

But first, before I forget, here’s my last thoughts on Season 5.

So remember how I was surprised at Season 1′s structure, that it folded up nicely down the middle with some pretty tidy symmetry?

None of the other seasons do that.

Instead, I remember particularly strongly how jarring the end of the Ghost Rider arc was in the middle of Season 4. And then again when the (what I’m calling) Kasius arc also wrapped up mid-season.

I’m not sure when I read about it, but it probably was circa Ghost Rider, that they’d intentionally decided on what I’m pretty sure they called “pods” of episodes, these seasons-within-a-season sort of narratives.

Season 2 sort of kicks it off, what with the race to Terragenesis taking eps 1-10 and the Afterlife/splinter SHIELD stories filling 11-22. Then Season 3 has the monolith/Maveth mystery to start, followed by Hive & the Inhumans for the second half. S4 is super poddy, obviously branded as Ghost Rider/Agents of Hydra, and S5 also splits neatly into future!Lighthouse and present day!Lighthouse.

Two points to make on this:

Kasius is such a rockstar villain that I feel really bad for Hale/Ruby/Talbot. They’re so apples and oranges but having the highlight come first allows for unfavorable comparisons to be made. It’s like asking any well-to-do Kree to compare Xandarian snail to oops all berries.

Good thing they’d had all this practice writing complete stories in 12 eps, since I’m hoping Season 6 (and obvs Season 7) will still feel as fully formed as their longer antecedents.

Anyway, that first point is my major point for S5.

S3 already feels like the second half of S2, and its internal halves are the most similar to each other as any of the other “pods,” so it’s not like people have a reason to go around saying “I liked the first half of the season waaay better than the second.”

(although I might. I might say that, actually. but not because the halves were branded separately from one another)

And S4, though the two halves are barely identifiable as coming from the same show much less the same season, they’re both good. Robbie Reyes is perfect. The effort to incorporate new MCU topics/aesthetic from Doctor Strange is great. Robots who just want to be a real girl is my JAM. All the Framework cameos really make my day! And then Robbie Reyes comes back all deus ex machina (ironic) and saves the day, and

it makes sense that he does because the function and nature of the Darkhold was well established in part 1 and

it’s GREAT that he does because he’s perfect and we miss him.

Then here comes S5. I really really respect so much about the creative decisions that took the story where it went (ie, outside Papa MCU’s sphere of interference), and getting to reuse the same set in a different context while minimizing “on-location” shoots is just technical and financial genius, okay.

But there’s so much about the first half, in the future, that compels me waaaaaaay more than the gritty anger of the second half.

Kasius, WOW what a villain. Dominic Rains, everyone. I have nothing unkind to say about the performance, the character, anything. Impeccable. Spectacular. Perfection.

The mystery of the season opener! We had the tag scene where Coulson’s “in space” and plenty of time to ruminate on the how and why, especially with Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 coming out right as S4 ended and Thor: Ragnarok literally sizzling in the theaters at the same time as this season started. They answer the question by the end of the episode, but not before several characters come up with and pursue several different theories, and that’s fun.

What a way to capitalize on the Inhuman storyline your show’s been about for years now, without forcing Papa MCU to contend with all this good work you’ve been doing. Just go somewhere he can’t reach you (the future), and then un-write all of it anyway. V. tidy. Extra style points will be awarded.

LEITMOTIFS. If y’all’ve seen BSG, then you know Bear McCreary is a master of the art. But this season has so many good themes, my friends. The Daisy/Quake theme that’s been knocking around for a season is here in full force, and Sinara’s is the best bad guy theme you could have wanted, and dearest sweetest Flint has the best great guy theme you ever heard.

Just, while we’re here. Sinara. She says nothing for episodes (it feels like, I wasn’t counting) and her first line is a scornfully growled “compassion.” Give it up for Florence Faivre !!! She hardly has any lines but you always know exactly what she’s thinking and what she’s about. Sinara and Kasius have the richest on-screen chemistry of anybody on any show from any era fight me on this I dare you.

Mack’s coming down from his second life in the Framework, and that suuuuucks that these folks never have a moment to rest before barreling into their next story. But he gets to be a father to Flint! And Yo-Yo gets to be a mother!!! UGH why couldn’t they have brought Flint instead of Deke lololol oh well.

I think I know another reason why Lincoln seems overhyped to me. That other Inhuman, Ben I think his name is? He’s in like two episodes, serves a narrative purpose, and is disposed. I know Lincoln’s in like 18 times as many episodes but they have the same exact overall impact on my brain-hole. Imagine if it was Ben that came back with them instead of Deke. That’s how I feel about Lincoln. Like, how did this obviously disposable character make it this far?

Then you have Deke. You love to hate him. He’s a very well-fashioned character who is flawless in making you feel the way the showrunners want you to feel. That’s the kind of character that gets killed off twice and still comes back, and it doesn’t surprise you.

So, Enoch. Enoch is everyone’s favorite character, right? Right. Give me genderless robots with a soft spot for humanity ANY DAY. PLEASE where are they I need them. (I’m un-repressing memories of S6 and I feel like somehow I should be careful what I wish for) Man I remember with 1000% clarity the absolute glee I felt sitting down for the opening montage of S5 the first time, how ballsy weird it was, just watching this freaky bald alien of a man go swimming with some fun electro pop number playing in the background. 100/10 please make more television like this

More monoliths!! The time one is so pretty!

(remember when there were more monoliths and no one knew where they came from or what they did but then it didn’t matter because they got instantly exploded?)

The low-key obvious answers to the season’s questions, what with the Inhumans running all over the shop, Quake there to tear everything down and Flint there to put the pieces back together I’m not crying you’re crying

Oh man, and Simmons getting to mentor not one but two Inhuman youths to be confident and trust in themselves and their powers. What a ways from the fear-panic response to Daisy when she turned.

Also, yeah, it has to be said, this show’s blatant “you’re different and that’s okay” agenda sits very well with me. Agents of SHIELD says LGBTQ+ rights!

So anyway, part 2 falls a little flat for me because its strength is its themes, but I’m not really compelled by the stakes and definitely not by the villains and not really even by the intra-team drama.

Obviously S2 touched on parenthood, but it was pretty specific. S5 digs in and brings us a lot more on the topic.

Kasius desperately desires his father’s approval but very deeply despises the methods and the people who earn it.

Hale was indoctrinated by Hydra and was very earnest in wanting to uphold the values of the organization, until the organization (and Whitehall) shared with her their narrow appreciation of the gift of her loyalty. Even then, she struggles to make sense of this loyalty, only realizing too late that being a good Hydra pawn and a good parent are categorically mutually exclusive.

Ruby, obviously, is like a mini-Kasius, the brave-faced rebel who wears her mother’s disappointment on her sleeve like a badge of honor to pretend that it isn’t crippling her.

The Von Strucker kid, boy is he messed up (and his Hydra dad had something to do with it)

((echos of Ward are still heard even this far after his demise, and we know what his father figures were like))

Poor Talbot, got some brain damage and some Hydra conditioning on top of that, cracked that noggin wide open. He just wanted to do good by his family. Just wanted his son to know he loves him.

Polly and Robin. The daughter who needs constant special care because she’s stuck inside her own mind and the mother who’s been through hell and back and still manages to do her best. Even when she knows she won’t always be there for her daughter. Even when she knows she’ll be replaced.

May getting a glimpse at the life she and Andrew once talked about. Getting a chance to do right by that little girl.

Mack recovering from getting that same glimpse, from the echoing memories of a life time spent with his greatest regret erased. Being roped into being a thug and threatening that dad without knowing the meaning behind his threat -- being told that people like him don’t deserve the privilege of parenthood. But then getting to know Flint, and having Yo-Yo at his side while they fast track this kid through all the things he’s gonna need to know in order to be the Big Damn Hero the world needs him to be.

The timey-wimey promise that FitzSimmons will one day be parents to a brilliant daughter who will unfortunately give birth to a Deke.

Coulson and Daisy. Another parent placing enormous expectations on his daughter, desperate that she be ready for his responsibilities because his time is running out. A daughter who mishandles these expectations and refuses to stop fighting a losing battle, not because she’s not ready to step up, but because she doesn’t want to face the fact that she’s losing the man who raised her.

Anyway, aside from all this good Theme work, part 2 wades perfunctorily through musty remnants of the previous season, from The Doctor to The Russian. Which makes sense, because that season ended in a way that left so many loose threads -- but then this season comes along and summarily ties them up, all cute little bows, the lot of them. Dusts its hands. Nothing to see here. Move along now. Time’s up.

#Agents of Shield #aos

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thecorpulentbeagle · 5 years

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Okujima Week 2019: Metaverse

I had this idea in mind for a while, but for all of the Phantom Thieves. Might as well use it here, right?

Here is the fanfiction.net link.

Please enjoy this next part of the Okujima Week 2019 Challenge!

Okujima Week 2019 Challenge:

Driving Lessons:

Metaverse

-Makoto-

The student council president knew that she was the only member of the Phantom Thieves who could drive. Akira could if needed, of course, but all in all, she was the only member with real-life experience.

So, it was inevitable that one day, someone in her group of friends would ask her for lessons. The skill wasn’t strictly needed in a crowded city, where subways were the main method of transportation, but it was nice to have it as an option.

When her energetic girlfriend had approached her and asked her for a lesson, Makoto had obliged. Surely, Haru would be one of the easier friends to teach, seeing as she could keep calm and wasn’t easily frustrated. Other than Akira, she was probably the best for this type of situation.

After a brief discussion, the two decided to take a test drive in Morgana, since there were a lot of open spaces in Mementos, and they didn’t have to worry about getting fatally wounded in case of an accident. Sure, Haru had crashed Morgana when the rest of the Phantom Thieves had been chasing them, but that was most likely due to the novelty of the situation, as well as the fact that everyone was flustered. It wasn’t likely for that to happen again.

How wrong she had been.

“Noir! Ease on the – wait, WAIT!” Makoto screamed, pumping the invisible break that was all-too familiar with those who taught others how to drive.

“What’s that, Queen? Should I slow down?” Haru shouted to be heard above the roar of the engine, which was almost deafening.

“Yes!” Came the instant reply.

Makoto sighed as the engine quieted, and Morgana began to go at a much more reasonable speed. It wasn’t too long before the entire vehicle stopped completely.

“Geez, Noir! Take it easy! All this speeding is making my paws sore!” Morgana’s voice emanated from the bus, his annoyance obvious.

“Sorry, Mona-chan! I was just having such a great time. It’s exhilarating to travel so quickly! I can see why Queen likes it.” The masked girl turned towards her companion, smiling brightly at her.

The student council president smiled back weakly. “True, but that’s mostly when I’m on Johanna. Or if we’re in a life-or-death situation in a Palace.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “We can go a little bit slower here, though.”

Haru sighed. “That’s too bad. But you’re the boss, Queen!” She brightened, eager to continue the training.

Morgana snickered. “Isn’t it kinda funny that Noir has been pupils under both you and me?”

Makoto nodded. “I suppose that’s true, but she’s taught the both of us plenty as well.”

“Mhm. Though I think some of the lessons we’ve gone over might be a little too advanced for Mona-chan’s ears.” Haru looked over at Makoto with a twinkle in her eye, obviously implying some of the other… activities the two had engaged in.

The other girl coughed, reddening slightly. “P-perhaps.”

“Huh? Like what? I’m plenty advanced enough to understand!” Clearly, Morgana had not understood the double-entendre.

“M-Mona. U-um…” Makoto trailed off, not sure how to change the topic. She knew that Morgana was persistent with many things, especially if they had to do with measuring his maturity or intelligence.

“Sorry, Mona-chan! It’s for girls only.” She winked at Makoto, whose blush deepened.

Morgana gave a confused meow. “What do you mean?”

Makoto decided to say something. “We’ll… tell you when you’re older?” She gave a questioning look at Haru, who giggled.

“I’m plenty old enough –! Oh!” Morgana suddenly grew quiet. After a minute, he replied softly, “Nevermind.”

As Haru continued to giggle and Makoto continued to blush a deeper shade of red at being found out, Morgana shouted, “Is that why you two wanted to be alone for this? I-I’m not comfortable being here if that’s what you two are gonna do!”

At this, Makoto squeaked and buried her face into her hands, too embarrassed to say anything. Luckily, Haru had her back.

“Nothing of the sort, Mona-chan! We figured that it would be easier to train one-on-one, without judgement from the others.” Makoto felt Haru stroke the top of her head gently with her gloved hand, which soothed her somewhat. “I promise you, there are no ulterior motives for being here. I was just teasing the both of you.”

“If you’re sure…” Morgana trailed off, unconvinced.

“A-anyway!” Makoto snapped her head up, her face back to its usual shade. She saw that Haru was still looking at her with mirth. “Enough of this! I’m not leaving here until I’m confident that Noir can drive without killing any pedestrians.”

“So it’s okay if she just maims or seriously injures them?” Morgana quipped.

Makoto barked out a laugh at her girlfriend’s scandalized face, relishing in this small form of payback. “Well, it’s not ideal, but that is where the bar is currently set, yes.”

“You two are both cruel!” Haru pouted, pulling her hat down slightly to shield her eyes.

“You did start this, Noir.” Makoto smirked, grabbing a hold of the hand Haru had used. She waited until the other girl had looked up at her before raising her hand to her lips. “But I apologize for upsetting you.” She kissed Haru’s knuckles, squeezing her hand slightly.

“You two are so sickeningly-sweet that I’m gonna hurl!” Morgana chimed in, making gagging noises.

“Interesting.” Makoto gave Haru’s hand one last squeeze before letting go. “You sound much the same when speaking with Panther. Perhaps we could give you some of the more intermediate lessons to help?”

There was a silence as the cat seriously considered Makoto’s offer.

“N-no thanks!” Morgana finally exclaimed. “Lady Ann would never fall for such cheesy lines and awkward gestures. I’m gonna woo her in the coolest and most gentlemanly way possible!”

“Cheesy lines?” Haru looked at the other girl.

“Awkward gestures?” Makoto looked back.

Morgana laughed. “You two really aren’t as cool as you think you are.”

Makoto snorted. “I think we’re getting a little off topic here. Let’s focus back on driving.” She turned towards Haru. “Ready, Noir?”

The gardener beamed back at her. “Ready!”

Morgana moaned. “Man! And my paws were just starting to feel better, too.”

Makoto rubbed the dashboard. “Don’t worry, Mona. This time will be a lot better, you’ll see.” She looked at Noir. “Now this time, ease on the gas. You almost never actually have to push the pedal all the way to the floor.”

“Understood.” Haru placed her hands on the wheel and gently pushed on the gas. The bus started to move.

“Perfect!” Makoto leaned back in her seat, feeling confident that her girlfriend had this. “Okay, once you’ve got a feel for that speed, press a little more and we’ll go faster. It’s bad for a vehicle’s engine to go from a dead-stop to as fast as possible in seconds. It’s much better to go gradually, for the passengers as well.”

“Mhm.” Makoto watched as Haru became extremely focused on the road in front of her. Luckily, they had chosen one of the upper floors in Mementos, so most of the Shadows that they would encounter would simply screech and run away in fear, thus providing a relatively open path.

Eventually, Morgana was going at a generally fast pace, but nothing like they had been at before. Makoto looked ahead and saw that a curve in the road was approaching.

“Noir. See that curve coming up?”

Makoto had noticed that Haru had fallen into one of the traps that many novice drivers succumbed to. The other girl’s gaze had been strictly focused on the road right in front of her, and she hadn’t looked ahead for quite some time. The student council president knew she probably hadn’t noticed.

Haru looked over at her girlfriend with a start. “No, I hadn’t.” Her eyes went back to the road. “Thanks for letting me know, Queen!”

Makoto smiled.

However, her smile quickly turned into a concerned frown as she realized that Haru was not slowing down as she approached.

“N-Noir –!”

“Whoa!”

The entire vehicle shuddered as Haru wildly turned the wheel to the right. Luckily, they didn’t have a full-on collision with the wall, but at the speed they were going, it had been impossible to avoid it completely. Morgana growled as his side scrapped against the structure, which caused some sparks to fly out.

“Oh! Sorry, Mona-chan!” Haru stopped the bus again, petting the dashboard in front of her sheepishly.

“What did I do to deserve this treatment?” Morgana moaned dramatically.

“This might take longer than I thought…”

“Oh you two! No need to be so dramatic.” Haru giggled as she returned to her driving position.

“You’re really getting a kick out of torturing us like this, aren’t you?” Morgana sighed.

“Don’t worry, Mona. I’ll patch you right up.” Makoto unbuckled herself from her seat and exited, grabbing some of the medicine they had brought with them. She walked around to the side where the impact had occurred, and saw that it looked rather raw.

“This will only take a minute.” She uncapped the container and took some of the gel in her hand. Raising it to the damaged surface, she began to rub the substance into the wound, which began to heal.

“Ahhh. Thanks, Queen!” Morgana purred, the gentle sound combining with the regular thrumming of an idle engine.

The student council president looked up at the sound of Haru’s giggle. She saw that the other girl was currently leaning out the open window, her arms crossed and head resting on them. “You’re a lifesaver!”

Makoto chuckled. “I appreciate the compliments, but I’m only doing my job as the Phantom Thieves’ strategic advisor. Someone has to look out for the others, after all.”

After a few more applications of the medicine, Makoto capped the container and inspected her work. It seemed much more healed than when it was hurriedly splattered onto a wound in the heat of battle, so she was satisfied.

As she turned to walk back towards the passenger’s side, Makoto swore she had heard something. It had been faint, but one could never be too careful in Mementos. She paused. And then she heard it again.

The sound of rattling chains.

All at once, Makoto’s face drained of color, and she dropped the medicine that she had been holding. It wasn’t going to do them any good now.

“Man, Queen! You sure are clumsy.” Morgana laughed, and Haru joined him. So, it seemed that the two of them had no idea of the gravity of the situation.

“Noir!” Makoto banged on the driver’s door, ignoring the yelps of protest from the cat. “Let me drive immediately!

Haru’s eyes widened in surprise. “Q-Queen? I know I’m not that good, but what’s gotten into you all of a –?”

“Listen!” Makoto silenced her girlfriend by holding a finger up to her own lips. There were a few moments where no one said anything, and the only sound was that of Morgana’s engine.

Then, the sound of rattling chains repeated.

Judging by the look of fear that crossed Haru’s face, Makoto confirmed that she had heard it too. “Is that…?”

“The Reaper!” Both girls looked at Morgana, whose engine suddenly roared to life. “Get in, Queen! The three of us are no match for it!”

“Right!” She opened up the driver’s door. “Noir, switch with me. We’ll need someone to hold it off while I get us out of here.”

The student council president watched as Haru nodded her head. Leaping gracefully out of the bus, she unsheathed her grenade launcher from her hip as she sprinted over towards the other side.

Makoto jumped in, slamming the door shut and preparing the vehicle to move. Once Haru situated herself next to her, Makoto slammed her foot on the gas, doing what she had just warned Haru previously against doing.

Morgana began to speed forward.

“I’ve got him, Queen!” Makoto glanced to her right to see that Haru had half of her body leaning outside the passenger window, her grenade launcher trained on what was behind them. There was a loud “boom”, and Haru jerked back slightly due to the recoil.

There was a screech behind them, and Makoto realized smugly that her girlfriend had hit her mark. “Nice going, Noir!”

Makoto had barely finished her sentence before another loud “boom” resonated, along with another high-pitched wail.

“Ah! It’s such a thrill to hear them squeal in pain!” Makoto gave a sideways look at Haru, and saw that her eyes were shining in excitement. She knew that her girlfriend had a more… sadistic side, but it was still a bit nerve-wracking to see it manifest.

Although, she would be lying if she said that it wasn’t a little bit of a turn-on to see her girlfriend so passionate.

Heart beating faster, Makoto focused back on the road in front of her. “Alright. We’re coming up on another curve. We should be able to lose it here. Get ready, Noir!” Her knuckles white under her gloves, Makoto gripped the wheel tightly as she turned, feeling Morgana lift up onto two wheels.

“Ha!” Another “boom”, followed by a screech, and then, the bus had completed its turn. Luckily, the three of them had arrived at a safe location, so Makoto quickly pulled over and stopped the bus, leaning heavily on the wheel as she attempted to get her breath back.

“You two okay?” Morgana panted.

Makoto nodded. “Yes. Thanks for getting us out of there, Mona.”

She looked over at Haru, and saw that her eyes were still gleaming. She was looking behind her, though when Makoto followed her gaze, there was nothing there.

Reaching out a hand, Makoto asked, “Um… Noir?”

The gardener suddenly turned towards her, grenade launcher and all, and exclaimed, “How fun! That was so intense, Queen! When can we do it again?”

“Whoa! Gun away from my face, please!” Makoto shoved the implement away, not fond of having a weapon explode in her general vicinity

“Whoops! Sorry about that!” Haru holstered her weapon. Looking back at Makoto, she murmured, “I really did enjoy that, though.” Her eyes focused in on her girlfriend’s as she leaned forward slightly.

“Noir…” Makoto found that she was moving towards the other girl as well. Before too long, her eyes closed as the two of their lips met in a gentle bump.

“Nuh-uh! You two promised me, remember? No extracurricular activities in the Phantom Thieves bus!” Makoto jumped back in shock, shaking her head slightly at the trance that Haru had seemed to put her under.

The student council president looked over at Haru to see what her reaction had been. She was smiling at Makoto, her eyes shining in a more normal (and less sadistic) light. Giggling, she said, “You’re right, Mona-chan. But when Queen starts barking out orders, I can’t help myself!”

“Wha –?”

“And, if we’re being honest, once Noir starts destroying everything in her path…” Makoto gulped. “She… really takes my breath away.”

There was a moment of silence as the two continued to look at each other. Makoto found herself slowly copying Haru’s content grin.

“Well,” Morgana quipped, “I think I’ve learned entirely too much about both of your… preferences. And Noir has learned almost nothing about driving.”

“So, all in all, a pretty successful afternoon, wouldn’t you say?” Haru winked at the other girl, who chuckled.

“You two…” Morgana sighed as the two girls laughed.

Hope you enjoyed! Since both girls are somewhat… I dunno exactly how to describe it? Intense? It was entertaining to see how they can both be extreme, but still be attracted to the other one’s ferocity.

And if you are working on getting your driver’s license, don’t worry! At least you won’t have the Reaper chasing after you on your driving test!

See you tomorrow!

#okujima #okujima week #okujima week 2019 #makoto niijima #haru okumura #makoto x haru #haru x makoto #p5 #persona 5

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cardshcrp · 5 years

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-slowly slides in, pushes u a $20- 5 times kissed pls and thank

FIVE TIMES KISSED.

@jeangreyed // JEAN GREY // always selectively accepting !

Jean Grey is an enigma. She’s the ideal woman, for most - beauty, kindness, power, all wrapped up in a gorgeous bundle and topped so pretty with bright red hair she might as well be a blessing. Or that’s what people think, anyway. Remy understands why they do.

Funny enough, all the perfection doesn’t do it for him, though his judgment is probably skewed because his heart’s already hung up to dry for two pretty girls as it is and he really isn’t looking for more pain.

It doesn’t stop the fact that she’s objectively attractive, of course, or a colleague that might be something close to a friend. There’s still a fifty-fifty chance his eyes drift to her when she enters the room and that he flashes her a smile; it isn’t hurt any by the fact her hair is one of the brightest things he can see, his color-muddied eyes so drawn to things as fiery as they are.

Gambit likes Jean Grey fine, but he isn’t in love with her, isn’t caught up by her. He doesn’t plan to be. Doesn’t want to be.

So it’d figure that the one woman out of his league he actually didn’t pursue would be the one to start shadowing him. His life has always been a divine comedy, and it’s an obvious twist. He’s a clever boy. He should’ve known.

It’s not immediate, of course. She’s got plenty of suitors, on and off, the ones that speak up and the ones that don’t and linger waiting. He’s busy chasing Rogue and dreams he’s tried to put away and hasn’t quite managed to, an odd little tug-of-war in his heart over an unused house in the Garden District that’s just waiting for him to usher in a belated blushing bride.

It takes fucking years, and death, and Death, and being left for dead. It takes Remy’s heart drying up so bad he thinks it’s never going to feel okay again, and him finally leaning into it, accepting the fact that he just isn’t cut out to be loved, or that maybe it’s how he loves that fucks things up.

But for all that, he hasn’t forgotten how the game is played, the way meaningless flirting feels and the way heavy looks push down until pulses quicken. He hasn’t forgotten how it feels to watch from across a room and pray that they notice and that they don’t, all at once.

He can’t forget heartache when it’s all he can taste, forget-me-nots and the tang of rot.

He tracks her down as a friend when she disappears, stays with her because he knows what it’s like to be alone, for once a thief with no ulterior motive. He cooks for her, trades stupid little chores, lives like the world isn’t falling down around their ears just for a while. He’s good at playing house for someone who’s never done it before. Remy figures it’s kind of healing for both of them, being normal.

He’s good at pretending he doesn’t notice when her eyes start linger at the curve of his mouth after a few months, or the flashes of longing pressing into his empathy just for half a second. He’s good at it for a while, but it’s hard not to love back when someone wants to offer you their heart even if they’re hiding it, and he’s a starving thing at the end of it.

Remy respects her too much to push for something she doesn’t want to embrace, so he does nothing. It’s the hardest thing he’s ever done, but he does it anyway, mostly.

And sure, maybe he really shouldn’t, but if he slips a chocolate candy into her jacket pocket when she isn’t watching with exchange me for a better kiss scrawled inside the wrapping, he can pass it off for playing if he absolutely needs to.

Turns out he doesn’t, though, ’cause she drops the wrapper in his lap three days later before settling herself right on top.

ii.

They aren’t very public about it. Maybe that’s surprising; Remy doesn’t really want to waste the brainpower on figuring out if that contradicts their respective public images, because frankly, everything about them side by side contradicts their public images anyway, so fuck it.

The more observant ones notice, of course, when they come back. The fact that they come back together isn’t in itself that unusual - Remy had said he would find her. He was good at tracking. He delivered, even if it took longer than they might have expected.

Logan knows, right off, Remy’s sure of that. He can act as much as he likes, but nothing is going to cover up the way their scents layer atop one another, and despite common misconceptions he isn’t really fond of bathing in cologne, so he’d accepted in advance that Logan would be onto them. He’s also the type not to ask questions or try to pass judgment, so it works out.

Rogue is more of a problem, and more of a giveaway for everyone else, because Remy flirted with her out of sheer familiarity and in the name of friendly banter before. Now, he doesn’t at all - inside jokes, teasing, time together, sure. But there isn’t any of the ever-pervasive sexual tension lingering between them, and none of his quips are double entendres, because he’s not about to lead her on. She isn’t exactly mad about it, more puzzled, but it’s the lack of push and pull between them that tips some of the others off.

Logan knows, then Rogue. Kitty figures it out quick after she sees Rogue glare at Jean a little, ’cause even if she’s forfeited the rights to Remy’s heart old habits die hard. Once Kitty knows, Piotr knows, and once Piotr knows so does Kurt, and Kurt accidentally lets slip to Jubes, and once Jubilee knows everyone knows; it’s just a damn chain reaction, all within two months.

Remy doesn’t mind, exactly, and Jean doesn’t too much either. It had been inevitable.

The bad part is how many people tell her not to waste her time with him.

She doesn’t tell him that, of course she doesn’t, but he knows. And it hurts because it’s the truth. She’s Jean fucking Grey and she deserves to have a paragon of virtue that doesn’t keep his head shut up, but there they are, and it hurts like hell that he’s actually a kind of happy for once and it’s to her detriment.

But every time he pulls away even a little, she pulls him back. She gets it, of course she does, because even if she doesn’t entirely know his mind she knows human cause and effect better than anybody else.

She takes him on walks by the lake, moves a few of his scant personal belongings into her room (which results in such a scolding, because Remy, don’t tell me this is the real Mona Lisa - ). She perches on the kitchen counter and volunteers for taste tests like it’s any kind of ordeal at all when he’s the one cooking.

On an overcast Saturday in mid-March, she wraps gentle fingers around his fragile wrists and pulls him down into a kiss right in the front of the very full dining hall. It works; she makes her point, crystal clear. There’s no doubt about the rumors then.

Later Remy finds out she’d also stuck her middle finger up at the whole hall, students and instructors and all, behind his back. He has to smother a smile when he does, because well, they hadn’t been wrong after all. He was a terrible influence.

iii.

It’s not easy to get inside Remy’s head. It’s one of the things that infuriates people most; hard to read, hard to understand. He puts up a good front, and he keeps his head locked up tight, shielded by the nature of his powers, shields of energy in crackling flux that even the esteemed Professor can’t touch for long.

It’s not easy, but it’s not impossible, either. The Shadow King has done it. Xavier has managed. The Phoenix cracks him open and scoops him out raw.

He is so used to being impenetrable to all but the worst that he has forgotten that when he does put the massive effort in to let someone peek, even a little, it leaves the door open. He’d let Betsy and Jean in, this time, for the sake of teamwork, because that’s always worked out for him so well.

He’s paying for that mistake right now.

Remy whirls around - another way out, he needs to minimize the damage he can be used for against the others - the hole in the side of the jet is big enough to jump through, so he does, coat catching at jagged metal edges for barely a second before he’s gone, twisting like a rag doll through the air with the lingering panicked shouts falling away behind him. The pressure in his head builds, screaming, until it feels like it’s about to burst -

He pulls himself out of freefall, flings his arms out to the side to slow his fall just a little. It ain’t much. It doesn’t have to be.

Two thousand seven hundred meters up, clocking in at eighty-one kilograms, he figures on the fly he’s got about twenty-three, twenty-four seconds before he’s out for good. It’s hard to check his math with a wrestling match in his head, but that’s alright. He’s not going to need that long.

Seventeen seconds left.

In the back of his head, the voice builds, demanding he do something, save himself, and he can’t help but grin even though it feels like his face is peeling apart because even once they’re in, they have to fight - and he doesn’t make it easy. There’s a split-second struggle, and the intruder realizes that yes, Gambit is that much of a suicidal moron -

He hands the tele control of his body, plummeting towards being an extra-gross smear on the pavement, and takes the opening to crack open his mind and scream, tossing it out as best he can. It’s clumsy, unrefined, weak underneath the crushing pressure of his piggybacker, but he knows at least one person will hear him. Jean is always listening for him.

H E A D S U P !

The voice twists, working its will into his body, coaxing him to give in. Surrender is easy. Surrender is bliss. Surrender is ecstasy. The pain squeezes his brain until it feels like gray matter is dripping out of his ears. The acrid iron taste of blood fills his mouth.

Give in. It’ll feel so good if you do.

But he’s not the surrendering type, never has been. He’s a pissed-off piece of pure dynamite. And psychic links are two-way.

I can save you.

Six seconds left.

Red eyes spark to life, and he reaches around with fingers to his temple, bang!, shoves a goddamn payload of hyperactive energy through his own skull. His bones and brain are built for it. The tele’s aren’t, and he can feel their eyes widen and the link snap as their brain gets fucking pulped. Maybe they’ll recover, maybe they won’t, but he’ll worry about that later if he’s around to.

He’s still falling, terminal velocity now, dropping at a hundred twenty-five miles an hour to splatdown and he really hopes he hasn’t miscalculated this one, ’cause the ground is coming up real fast, about as quick as his heartbeat.

Four seconds left.

His body jerks, not slammed upwards so much as pulled, dragged around like he’s a damn kitten being hauled by the nape of his neck except it’s his whole body and eh, it’s a stupid comparison but the more important thing is that he isn’t about to die.

Jean is so nice about it, in fact, that he finds himself being deposited bridal-style in her arms, which he’s sure is to really emphasize how much of a mess he currently is in comparison to her. Bright green eyes drift down to meet far darker ones, half-worried; the nudge of m’fine he pushes at her is enough to have full lips turning upwards just a bit.

“Cuttin’ it a little close there, Jeannie,” he wheezes, so out of breath he can’t even pretend to be slick this time, and she rolls her eyes so damn expressively he can’t help but cough some more as he cackles, her voice measured and full of I’m-so-done-with-you in response. “Maybe I’d have an easier time helping people that don’t decide to jump out of planes without parachutes.”

He’s about to argue that it’s not his fault that he’s been shoehorned into another dumbass spandex nightmare, and that if he had it his way he’d have his breastplate and included chute, but instead the faint burgeoning banter is cut off rather abruptly when she actually dips him back and kisses him full on the mouth, shutting him up in the most time-tested, scientifically-proven effective way available.

“Oh,” he breathes, and if he’s grinning like a jackass she probably knew it was coming anyway. “You really have been spendin’ way too much time around me, Jean Grey.”

iv.

It doesn’t take him that long to figure out she’s still got some Phoenix in her.He’s a fool for Lady Luck and nobody else; he sees when she pulls away, looks at him with guilt and fear. Concern for him. It’s an interesting change, one that’s oddly unwelcome in the context it comes in.

He can take care of himself, but he can’t say that to her without making it worse, so he doesn’t.

Instead, he plays the part of pretty distraction well; he notches up every bit of overdone personality when they’re in public. Spoiled. Flashy. Smug. It didn’t matter much, because the truth of it was that he was capable and reliable, but being the class clown on missions kept the wan look from her face - even Jean Grey didn’t have time to worry about little things like shitty psychic firebirds when her boyfriend/lover/nuisance was causing trouble.

Ironically, he succeeds best when he isn’t actually trying to.

Gambit is particularly well-suited to reconnaissance and infiltration, in settings of any quality; as infrequently as the X-Men’s work calls for those things in a more lavish circumstance, it does happen once in a while. He can’t remember the last time he’d dropped by a gala with bad intentions, at least on hero business, but he’s quite certain that whenever that last time was, he’d been with Rogue. And Rogue was not allowed to come with, because sometimes these jobs called for a little more than flirting, as nasty as that was - and Rogue had a temper about seeing these things, even if he’d gotten out of all circumstances so far without having to stoop so low. Just the flirting was bad enough.

Jean was more mission-focused, or that was the thinking, and she was making the rounds as a waiter, checking for hidden exits on her trips to the kitchen. Doing a lovely job, too, he’s sure.

He, on the other hand, has to isolate and charm a particularly violently anti-mutant senator’s wife. It turns out it isn’t as difficult as he’d expected; she’s pretty, but not exquisite, and she’s clearly feeling more than a little sour towards her husband as he laughs with his colleagues. It’s also likely that one of said colleagues’ newest trophy wives standing five feet from her and glimmering all over in the most expensive latest fashions isn’t helping her self-esteem either.

Remy blowing the girl off with a smooth smile and excuse and sliding right on up to her side likely boosts her ego more than a bit - it isn’t hurt by the way he snags a fresh champagne flute for her off of a passing tray.

“You’re not the dangerous kind of mutant, are you?” she asks, and the second her eyes lock onto his, he’s got her. The flare of irritation that rose up with her words is squashed quick enough, though he’s sure he’ll be stealing from wherever it is she lives next he’s in the area.

Remy shakes his head just quickly enough to be boyishly earnest about it, lets his cheeks dimple with a demure smile. “No, ma’am - don’t think I am.”

She flaunts. He flatters. She flutters. He flirts. The whole damn tricky jig of it takes so little time the ice in his drink hasn’t even begun to melt before she’s making a calculated departure towards the upstairs study.

He crosses over to Jean, who’s holding two full glasses of merlot for him with an impassive look on her face; draining the last of his whiskey, he swaps out. Head tipping back, she asks, “You got the information?”

“I’ve opened up avenues of communication,” he says, amiable as ever, and turns to go.

The muted twinge of jealousy that decidedly isn’t his hits him like a sack of bricks, and he spins on his heel, eyes wide in surprise, because, well, he just hadn’t expected Jean to care.

Somehow, it’s nice that she does.

“Hey,” he murmurs, and stoops to press a kiss to her cheek, a quiet chuckle escaping him. “The flash drives are in a desk drawer. I’m getting those, telling her to go start a shower and that I’ll catch up, and then locking her in. She’ll be embarrassed, not hurt, nothing else. I’ll be back in ten minutes. Promise.”

He’s back in six, with a sparkly paperweight to boot.

The days are kind of a mess, but that’s okay. They slide by alright just the same, and they’re still sticking together fine, just fine. Some nights they don’t talk at all, just lie around in silence because it’s easier; some nights he disappears without a word because it’s how he is. She doesn’t ask him where he’s been, because she knows that if it mattered he’d say. She swipes his sweaters and feeds his cats until they’re extra-plump. They pretend that they’re normal like they’re ever going to get there.

“I’m not a good man,” he reminds her, smudges her nose with flour just enough that her eyes cross when she assesses the damage; she doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just confiscates the mixing bowl in his arms so that he can’t smudge her anymore.

When she smiles at him, it’s a little sad, but that’s alright. They’ve both been broken for a long time.

“You’re not as bad as you think you are,” she tells him, the same conversation as always, played out over and over again because some things can’t be fixed but that doesn’t mean they aren’t alright, alright. He doesn’t bother to fight it when her fingers trace over his cheek and she stands on tiptoe to slant warm lips over his.

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” she says, and her smile says she means it. “You’re mine.”

#jeangreyed #♠️ ANSWERED.#♥️ JEANGREYED ⁠— JEAN GREY.#♠️ DRABBLES.#long post.

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Steven Universe theory: Rose Quartz used to be Pink Diamond

This post is based off of bismuth’s post, which I highly suggest you read before reading this one! They brought something very interesting to my attention, which started my train of thought that led to this post. I’m taking the information and I’m expanding on it.

For those who don’t feel like reading the whole post: I put a TL;DR at the bottom.

For those who don’t feel like reading yet another ‘Rose Quartz is Pink Diamond’ theory: you don’t have to. Also, I’m not saying that I think this is the case, but I’m saying that it COULD be. Not to mention I put a list of reasons why this theory is inconsistent, at the bottom of this post.

Let’s jump right in. So this image:

shows a crewniverse shirt, which depicts the five Crystal Gems. The bottom is Pearl, middle left is Ruby, middle right is Sapphire, top left is Amethyst and top right is Rose Quartz. People have pointed out that Rose’s gem looks off, because it ends in a point rather than another ‘side’, much like Amethyst’s.

The comparison between this depiction of Rose’s gem and Pink Diamond’s gem was quickly drawn.

If the imagery on the t-shirt is canon, then the only real difference between these two gemstones is that Pink’s gem has the side facing outward and the bottom pointing up, while Rose’s gem has the top facing outward and the bottom pointing inwards.

With this particular information in mind, it’s possible that the two gemstones are nearly identical, or even... the exact same one.

Why do I think this could be? I have a scenario in mind that, after seeing Jungle Moon and that t-shirt, could very well be the case. First, let’s look at the things we’ve learned about the time of Pink’s demise.

Eyeball: “I watched the leader of the Crystal Gems, Rose Quartz, shatter Pink Diamond.” Blue Zircon: “There were no Rose Quartz soldiers in her entourage!” This confirms that there was an audience to the event.

Eyeball: “Who cares about her shield!? Her huge sword is what I remember.” Blue Diamond: “It was a sword! You shattered her with a sword.” This confirms that the audience had thought to have seen Rose use her sword to shatter Pink.

Bismuth: “I designed this sword for a fair fight. It can cut through a Gem's physical form in an instant! Destroying the body, but never the Gem.” This confirms that Rose’s sword could not have shattered Pink.

Blue Zircon: “There were no Rose Quartz soldiers in her entourage! And none in her guard! So how did a Rose Quartz with no business being anywhere near Pink Diamond get so close in the first place?” This somewhat confirms that our Rose Quartz, or any Rose Quartz at that, was not and could not be there at the time of Pink’s demise.

Additional information: • We know that Pearl gets very emotional when Pink Diamond is mentioned, and that she’s a skilled swordfighter. • Rose Quartz: “ When a Gem is made, it's for a reason. They burst out of the ground already knowing what they're supposed to be, and then... that's what they are. Forever.” This confirms that gems have set roles to fulfill, and a set personality to match.

Here’s how it may have went down.

Pink felt sick because of the way the other diamonds treated her, being different, not feeling equal to her fellow diamonds, and not getting everything she wants (everything a diamond should want, have, and be. Look at Rose’s quote above). So, Pink decides to rebel against / betray / leave the Diamond authority. (Keep in mind that Pink is like a toddler mentally, so it’s VERY unlikely that suicide is on her mind.)

Upon Pink’s arrival in Korea, Pearl, who was either in her entourage or in her palanquin (meaning Pearl was Pink Pearl), shapeshifts into Rose Quartz and uses a sword to poof (not shatter!) Pink Diamond. Pearl quickly shapeshifts back to herself, drops the sword, and vanishes from the scene.

Moments later, Pink starts to reform. What she does, though, is rotate her gem so that the top is facing outward and the point is facing inward. Now, her gem looks exactly like a Rose Quartz gem. Pink then continues to reform her physical manifestation of light in the form of Rose Quartz. This way, she permanently looks like a Rose Quartz without having to hold a shapeshifted form 24/7.

“Rose” picks up the sword. The audience believes that they are looking at the culprit, but in actuality, unbeknownst to them, they are looking at their Diamond. A phoney Rose Quartz. “Rose” then proceeds to make a swift exit.

Let me explain why I think this may or may not be the case.

During the trial, Blue Zircon talked about Pink Pearl a few times. “And where was her Pearl?” “..., wouldn’t her Pearl have cried out in alarm? ‘Watch out, my Diamond!’” Considering how careful the crewniverse is with their storytelling, foreshadowing, hints, etcetera, the fact that there was so much focus and attention to Pink Pearl is quite significant. Pink’s Pearl didn’t warn her, because she was in on the whole deal.

Zircon also stated: “There were no Rose Quartz soldiers in her entourage! And none in her guard! So how did a Rose Quartz with no business being anywhere near Pink Diamond get so close in the first place? Where were Pink Diamond’s attendants? Her Agates? Her Sapphires?" Looking at this theory, this makes sense because Rose Quartz didn’t approach. There were no Rose Quartzes who got close to Pink during that time. Because the one Rose Quartz the crowd had thought to have seen, was portrayed first by Pearl, and by Pink Diamond immediately after.

This scenario fits because the crowd thought they saw Rose Quartz shatter Pink Diamond with a sword. Whether a gem is severely injured or shattered; the body has to poof either way, so a poofing could have easily been mistaken for a shattering. Moreso because if a Diamond was being attacked, why would the goal of the perpetrator be to poof her, not to shatter her? That wouldn’t make sense.

This scenario fits even more considering we now know that Pink Diamond was roughly the same height as Rose Quartz, meaning Pearl was in a far better position to injure her than we initially thought. What’s more, it probably would have been easier for Pink to reform as Rose because there wouldn’t be a huge size difference.

Looking at “present-day” Rose and Pearl, their characters make sense if that is how it happened.

Rose is a powerful, driven, and ambitious leader, much like Pink. Even physically, Rose and Pink share some characteristics— same gem placement and color, ‘lipstick lips’, and a shadow over the eyes. Rose kept many secrets, even from the few gems she was truly the closest to; most noticeably Pearl, Garnet and Bismuth. Rose Quartz, to this day, is shrouded in mystery. Rose is known to have a ridiculous array of powers, including: summoning a shield, forming protective bubbles, enhanced strength, healing tears, resurrection powers, jumping super high, floating, enhanced speed and reflexes, phytokinesis (plant powers), and electrical interference. So much so that it was, and still is, a topic of discussion amongst Homeworld gems. It’s almost as if she was as powerful as a Diamond.

Pearl is an uptight gem who is noticeably easily fearful, unlike who and what she was like in the past. This is evident just from looking at how Pearl reacts to Jasper’s presence, compared to how she was eager and willing to do everything, even sacrifice her life, for Rose during the war, constantly battling powerful Quartz soldiers. Despite her gem weapon being a spear, Pearl is also a master swordfighter. We also know that Pearl is physically incapable of telling Steven too much about Homeworld and/or her past. On top of this, Pearl doesn’t shapeshift anymore.

Additional info worth mentioning:

Pearl was (and still is) absolutely devoted to Rose, and Rose has called Pearl “My Pearl” at least once.

We’ve never seen Rose or Steven poof before, so we for a fact do not know what Rose’s gem truly looks like on the flipside.

Okay, so that was the theory. Now for some less exciting things: plotholes and inconsistencies with this theory, which me and a friend realized when I was already halfway through typing out this post.

Rose Quartz had been a recognized threat for several hundreds of years prior to Pink’s demise.

There’s no real indication that Pearl was actually Pink Diamond’s, and had Pearl stood by herself among the rest of the entourage without an owner, that would have immediately stood out.

The ability to rotate a gemstone during reformation has not at all been discussed, let alone confirmed, so that is pure speculation.

While it is very possible that Pink’s gemstone looks identical to a Rose Quartz gemstone from the top, there’s no way to be sure.

Zircon stated that Pink was shattered after she had stepped out of her palanquin. This would mean that, to Pink’s entourage, it would be very obvious that Pink was reforming after her “shattering.”

This theory doesn’t tie into the “White Diamond erased Blue Diamond’s memory and Yellow Diamond knows the truth but is covering it up” theory which, at this point, is pretty plausible.

Eyeball specifically said that Rose’s huge sword is all she remembers, but we don’t know if Pearl is capable of wielding it because of its size and weight.

From what we’ve seen of Pink Diamond, her all-around character is VASTLY different from Rose Quartz. Pink is demanding, short-tempered, easily distracted, attention-seeking, very childish, and bratty. Rose Quartz is cool, calm and collected, and very philosophical at times. For Pink and Rose to be one and the same gem, Pink had to had some serious “growing up” to do before turning into Rose.

TL;DR: Pink got tired of her life as a Diamond, so when she got to Korea in her Palanquin, she had Pearl shapeshift into Rose Quartz and poof her with her sword (not Rose’s sword). Immediately after, Pearl shapeshifted back to herself, dropped the sword and left, and then Pink Diamond reformed as Rose Quartz and picked up the sword, leaving Pink’s entourage to believe that Pink had been shattered and that Rose did it. “Rose” then spent the rest of her days fighting for Earth.

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62. "Please Don't Cry." Dipper and Lapis post-Stonemason.

61: “Thisis all my fault” + 62: “Please don’t cry”

There were several promises Lapis had made to Dipper when shemanaged to convince him to stay at the barn for the night. Among these promiseswere the possibility for several calming flights through the night sky, thechance to stay up as late as he wanted, and just a general chance to relax andtake his mind off of everything. She had also promised him that Peridot wouldbe scarce, for obvious reasons, and for the most part she was amidst helpingFord with a project over at the shack. But above all else, Lapis had promisedthat there would be no mention of Homeworld, of Yellow Diamond, or most of all,of Stonemason, whatsoever. And this was a promise the blue Gem kept to theletter, refusing to so much as bring up anything even remotely related to the traumathat Dipper was still going through at the risk of upsetting him even more. Asfar as Lapis was concerned, their much-needed time together was going ratherwell; in fact, if she didn’t know any better, she would have thought thatDipper almost looked content, happy even.

Until, of course, the façade he had been trying so hard tokeep up finally crumbled completely.

They were sitting together on the roof, a brilliant, endlessarray of stars shining before them in a nightscape that reminded Lapis of thoseearly days over a year ago now, when their deep bond had first taken shape onthe cliffs overlooking the waterfall, when things had been so much simpler, whenneither of them were as scarred and broken as they were now. And never more wasthe reminder that things had profoundly and brutally changed more present forLapis than when she heard that first tight, almost inaudible cry coming fromthe boy sitting right beside her.

“Dipper?” the blue Gem’s pensive expression melted into oneof immense worry as she glanced over at him, only to find him sitting with hisface buried into his knees as he held his legs tight to his chest, his entireframe wracking with soft but steadily growing sobs. “Dipper!” She quickly hurriedover to steady him, placing herself behind him as she didn’t hesitate to wrapher arms around him in a supportive embrace. An embrace that Dipperfrantically, fearfully pulled himself out of the moment he felt it.

“Stop!” he cried, easily prying himself out of the blue Gem’shug as he stumbled forward a bit, his eyes wide with a terror that took him faraway from the present moment. His metallic arm light up, the circuits on hisface doing the same as it whirled with the energy from an emerging defensiveattack. “Don’t touch me-” Dipper succinctly cut himself off as he spun around,his panicked mind returning to the present as he noticed that only Lapis was standingbefore him as opposed to any Agates or Peridots or worst of all, Diamonds. Hetensed at this, his arm going back to its usual dull glow as his breathinghitched and his eyes welled up with oncoming tears once again, tears that, muchlike everything else, he was completely powerless to stop. “L-Lapis, I… I-I didn’t…I thought… I…”

For what seemed like ages, Lapis was completely frozen in placeas she watched with wide eyes and a broken heart as Dipper slowly collapsed tohis knees, choking on another sob as he refused to make eye contact with theblue Gem out of guilt, sorrow, and so many other feelings at once. When Lapisfinally did shake herself out of her revere, she was on her feet quickly beforekneeling down in front of him, making sure to give him plenty of space, thoughshe still extended a hand out to him, one that he didn’t take. “Dipper, I-I…You… you didn’t…” she stammered, having not even the faintest clue about whatto say to really comfort him at a time like this. “P-please… don’t cry.” Hervoice was a bit firmer, a bit more reassuring as she took his hand, andthankfully, he didn’t panic and pull it away, even if he did continue sobbingto himself, his metal hand shielding his face from her. “I-I know what you wentthrough was… i-it was a lot to handle, but it’s over now. You’re home. You’resafe. You’re free.”

“Over?” Dipper glanced up at her, his tone harsh, appalled,and most of all, tearful. “It’s over?!Are you serious, Lapis?! This will never be over! No matter how many timesyou, or Mabel, or Steven, or anyone else tries to tell me that things are oknow, that doesn’t change the fact that I’m stuck with this… this thing-” he pointed to his cyberneticarm, glaring at it disdainfully all the while. “As opposed to my real arm forthe rest of my life! It doesn’t change the fact that I nearly killed you allwithout a second thought! It doesn’t change the fact that all of this, everysingle part of it, is all my fault because I was too stupid to try and faceYellow Diamond on my own and too weak to stop her from using that dumb song ofhers to turn me into her own personal slave!But yeah, I guess you’re right. I amhome and I am safe. But I’m nowhereclose to being free…” His anger trailed off into tears once more, his eyes shuttightly as he held his arms tightly, his natural hand digging into his loathedmetal arm as much as it could. “And that’s what no one seems to understandaround here…”

“I do understand that, Dipper,” Lapis said, her tonesurprisingly steady, despite how shaken and distraught she was after hearinghim profess everything at once. “More than you know.”

Dipper flinched atthis, guilt filling his expression as he met the blue Gem’s gaze once more. “O-oh…Lapis, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t think about… I-I was just-”

“Angry, I know,” Lapis nodded in understanding. “So was Iwhen I was ‘freed’ from Malachite. That first time I saw Jasper again after weunfused, I was furious, because Ithought I had fooled myself into thinking that it was all over, that I was donewith her, and I was free. But then she came back and tried to fuse with meagain, a-and it was like nothing had changed, like I was still trapped with herat the bottom of the lake, fighting against her day in and day out for controland never seeming to win. And not only was I mad, I was scared. I was terrifiedthat the thought of being Malachite again existed anywhere in my mind, nomatter how small it was. I was so afraid that I would slip right back into her,that I would actually enjoy beingher, that I really was the monster Jasper said I was…”

“I-I… I think I feel kind of the same away about Stonemason…”Dipper mumbled, somewhat surprised that he was even admitting something likethat aloud. Still, if there was anyone he was comfortable talking to about atruth as uncomfortable and frightening as this, it was Lapis. “Mabel, Steven,and Connie saved me, yeah, b-but… I’m honestly really afraid that he mightstill be somewhere inside me, just waiting to hear that song again and takeover all over again. A-and then Yellow Diamond will have total control over me again, then I’ll be right back toattacking you all again, a-and I’llbe trapped inside my own head again,and… and I just… I can’t!”

Lapis was admittedly surprised as Dipper suddenly flunghimself into her arms, unabashedly crying all the while, even as she verygently returned his embrace. By now, tears were slipping down the blue Gem’scheeks too as she realized just how much painhe was in, in literally every sense of the word. “I-I know how you feel…”she sighed, trying to push her own year-old fears and regrets away for hissake. “And it’s the worst. But youknow what got me through it?” Dipper shook his head at this, his eyes still wetwith tears as he looked up at the blue Gem inquisitively. “You did,” she smiledwarmly, placing a motherly hand on top of his head. “You reminded me that Iwasn’t a prisoner anymore, that I wasn’t Malachite anymore, but that I was Lapis again. You helped me feel likemyself again; you helped me feel free. A-and while I’m probably not the best atthis sort of thing, I hope I can help you in the same way you helped me. I wantto help you feel like you’re not Yellow Diamond’s slave anymore, because you’renot. You never were. You’re notStonemason; you’re Dipper. And I knowit’s going to take a lot of time and a lot of work, but eventually, you willstart to feel like yourself again. You willfeel free again. Take it from someone who’s been there: I know.”

Dipper finally stilled as Lapis used a gentle hand to thumbone of his tears away, smiling down at him with the upmost empathy and comfortshe could provide. Some part of him, a part that was likely still somehow onHomeworld, still enduring all of the pain and torture he had been put throughthere, wanted to refute the blue Gem’s claims, to deny that he had any chanceof really feeling like anything other than a broken, mutilated slave everagain. But every other part of him overrode that denial as he met Lapis’reassuring smile, one that carried the hope that things would get better, thathe could move on, that he could feel free once more. And it was a hope that heonly needed one final confirmation of in order to truly believe it. “A-are yousure?”

Lapis’ smile widened somewhat at this, unable to refute that,even despite the tears, and the metal arm, and the still underlying terror inhis eyes, the Dipper she had truly befriended in that waterfall cave over ayear ago now was still very much there. And that was something she was certain,no matter how much Yellow Diamond, or Bill Cipher, or anyone else might try tobreak him apart and wipe him away, would never change. “Yes, I am,” shewhispered assumingly, looking up to the stars once more. “I promise.”

(Combined this one with @krissy-sprite‘s request, mostly because I thought it was fitting. But AUGHGHAGSDKHAGSDKHAGSD *dies on my keyboard* ANGST AND FLUFF FLUFF AND ANGST ALL TOGETHER AT LAST AND IT KILLS MEEEEEEEEEE Seriously though any moments between Dipper and Lapis following this whole Stonemason thing are going to WRECK MY LIFE BECAUSE WELL FUCK IT HURTS SO GOOD AUGHHGHGHGH THis was a fucking delight to write because as sad as it was it also filled me with warm fuzzies at the end and that’s GREAT!!! FOR REALS this prompt was one of my favorites yet because of how it turned out imo I’m so pleased)

#jen writes #universe falls #stonemason stuff #dipper #lapis #drabble prompts

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Shingeki no Kyojin chapter 95 review (+ theories)

Yet another Marley chapter and possibly the beginning of a Marley volume. Personally, I was a bit skeptical at the beginning of this arc, but now that we’re deep in for a couple of chapters, I’m warming up to the new developments.

Overall, Isayama does a great job switching between the past and the present in this chapter. The first half is dedicated to the following from last chapter, the ultimatum to retake Paradis and the whereabouts of the 9th titan. The second half delves further into Reiner’s past and focuses on the segment from the titanification of the six chosen warriors to Ymir eating Marcel.

We still have a lot of things to discuss in this chapter, so follow me under the cut. Thanks to @kaschy for the scans!

Last night

The warrior meeting

The warriors’ showcase

Reiner’s shattered ambitions

So where does that leave us?

Last night

Gabi’s ambitions - Ch. 95

The whole chapter is starting with Reiner and Gabi walking to the HQ, being cheered by the Eldian crowd. Gabi feels unusually down compared to other days, because she found out something was unusual with Reiner. Not only Gabi, but Karina as well. That confirms what her intentions were since last chapter. She wanted to end the conversation because Reiner was disturbed by the whole sequence of events.

Also, Reiner apparently displayed that whole behavior since he came back from Paradis alone, meaning after the second assault. Karina witnessed her grown son with shattered views and without his war comrades. Moreover, said son didn’t want to reveal much details about the whole campaign, which makes Reiner hardly to grasp from an outsider’s perspective.

Ahem, “old man” at 21, Reiner? What does that make me or anybody in their twenties here? A bag of bones? Well, granted, his lifespan has been reduced and he’s seen shit more than us, hence why he’s starting to get old in his head. PTSD, loss of innocence... all that makes you age in the brain twice as fast as anybody else.

It’s officially confirmed: blood relationships are a huge factor in passing down memories, which explains why Porco was able to receive some memories, but Ymir wasn’t. Same thing happened with Eren being more susceptible to Grisha than anybody preceding him.* And because Reiner experimented so many traumas throughout his life as a warrior, he doesn’t want Gabi to see what truly happened to him and make her regret her decision.

Why Gabi wants Reiner’s power - Ch. 95

And that’s precisely because Gabi wants to understand Reiner’s pain that she isn’t going to drop the deal on the Armored. I suspected she wanted the power of the titans not to become the best warrior who will slaughter all the devils, but also because she wanted to preserve a unique bond with the man she admires. The fact she turned out to be family only amplified my theory and this chapter confirms it.

Since she’s so adamant into obtaining the Armored, she’s going to headbutt with Falco to gain it...

...literally (Ch. 95)

And it doesn’t seem Falco’s new resolve since last battle isn’t paying off.

Gabi beating Falco - Ch. 95

Since Isayama said he based Gabi on female!Eren, people were quick to point out the similarities between Gabi and Eren. While they may have been comparable when chapter 91 was out (enthusiastic girl vs. angry revengeful boy beating people up), they had their set of differences, that were further elaborated in volume 23. Gabi was a prodigy in her promotion, not afraid of using cunning tactics to get her way (ie. with Magath) whereas Eren was decent enough, but mostly used the flame in his eyes to get himself a place in the top 10. Adding to that, he’s not very bright. When it comes to convictions, Gabi wants to fight for the future of Eldia and shorten her lifespan to protect her people and her family. She’s mostly walking in Reiner’s footsteps where she wanted to become a hero.

*NB: While blood relations are a significant factor, it’s not the decisive one. Porco was able to see Reiner through Ymir’s memories and Eren caught a glimpse of Frieda brushing her hair. So it’s still possible for Armin to catch a glimpse of Bertolt’s memories, even if it’s highly unlikely.

The warrior meeting

Zeke’s room - Ch. 95

More lighthearted moments with Pieck crawling to the ground before getting right in the middle of an important discussion. Pieck is quickly gaining the favors of the audience with her chill attitude and her intelligence, which was underlined several times by the Marlean army and by Zeke himself.

SASUGA PIKKU-CHAN - Ch. 95

Zeke claims the Marlean officers were there, but “not in this room”. Reiner and Pieck were quick to catch on. Porco... not so much, at the point where he had to be bailed by Reiner for manifesting his protestations a bit too much.

The army is judging the reactions of each warrior when it comes to launching the operation on Paradis island again. When Zeke is detailing the whole context, he’s putting extra emphasis on their possible extinction if the plan were to fail again.

“Over the past few years, Marley has come out on top from an age of struggles for resources, using our titans to silence whatever nations that try to oppose it. This has led the world's hatred of Eldians to expand to levels... that remind us of the old imperial times. We have served Marley in order to show our remorse for our history. We were not wrong to do so. But... The voices from around the world calling for the extermination of the Eldian people have grown even louder.

In addition... recent battles have made it even more clear to all that conventional weapons will outperform titan weaponry in the future. In other words, it will not be long before Eldians lose their tactical value. Once we do, Marley will no longer be able to maintain its power as a nation. If Marley is weak, the walls separating Eldians from the rest of the world will disappear. And then, our right to life will be in an even more precarious position.” - Ch. 95

Magath commented about Zeke’s speech being a little too much. Looking at the text, Zeke is really saying “if we don’t do something NOW, the time of everyone is counted”. Doing that actually boosts the warriors to take action in the next few days. That matches Zeke’s personal ambitions to use his last year to bring an end to the mission on Paradis, before taking down the Fritz line with him, and probably assuring more peaceful days to Colt and the others. Besides, he still made saving Eren into his own goal. What if he felt responsible somehow to allow Grisha escape to Paradis and cause trouble? The plan to capture the Founding Titan has become complicated when Grisha meddled with it after all and Zeke knows how nuts his father is.

In order to protect themselves and the world, they have to retake the Founding Titan, while finding a way to boost their reputation up. This is where our long-awaited 9th titan pops up.

The Tybur family - Ch. 95

So far they’ve been described as the neutral force of Marley, being a representative icon of the Eldian force on the continent, a bunch of honorary aristocrats and the first family opposing King Fritz. They dress up in traditional clothes unlike the rest of Eldian Marleans and keep a titan in their family, allowing them to keep.memories from the time where the 145th king left the continent.

They’re contrasting with the Reiss family on Paradis: traditional, important families keeping a titan power with them and acting as a neutral force during affairs. I smell the political subplot coming with these guys, and probably tales from the separation between the Eldians from Paradis and the rest. Them acting as a major force isn’t surprising, since Marley couldn’t do anything against titans themselves. Zeke’s part of the story makes me think the Tybur family was the starting point before the others followed.

Considering we got every titan introduced and their status current, that cements the Attack Titan as being the second power who fled on Paradis. It was then smuggled in Marley through Kruger and back to Grisha and Eren. So why was the Attack Titan on Paradis? Did they wait carefully on the island waiting to make Eldia great again, or was its original purpose different, but the message was lost throughout the next generations?

And what seems to be the patriarch of the Tybur family will hold a speech... which seems to be either the prelude to another exposé or the perfect chance to ruin it by our dear amputee, right?. Another point. The patriarch isn’t necessary the holder of the power, as demonstrated by the King Fritz puppet, or Rod, who weren’t the founders. I can’t wait to meet the Tybur detaining the power. Warriors teaming up with them to go back on Paradis truly signs the beginning of the end of the series, as Zeke insists on that tentative being their last chance.

The second part is dedicated to Reiner’s past, as he realizes he has to return on Paradis for the last time.

The warriors’ showcase

The Female and Armored titans - Ch. 95

This is where Isayama got his fit of inspiration from Guardians of the Galaxy, it seems. We have a complete showcase of the warriors and their titan powers.

Female Titan (Annie): the Swiss knife of the team, a screamer and a fighter, quite fast

Armored Titan (Reiner): the shield of the team, great amount of stamina, can charge through a gate made of titan crystal

Jaw Titan (Marcel): the assaulter, quick and can destroy small units, much like a cat

Beast Titan (Zeke): the pitcher, destroys units at distance, adds something special thanks to that extra Fritz blood

Cartman Titan (Pieck): the rat, can be equipped with multiple weapons

Colossus Titan (Bertolt): THE GOD OF DESTRUCTION, can be used as a bomb for complete annihilation

Up until now, we’ve seen the titans associated with the forte of each warrior, but there’s still some things that aren’t obvious. We’ve never seen Zeke’s pitching technique in last chapter. Reiner is dead last but endurance was shown as being one of his main traits (Porco was implied to be more physically adapted). the way I see Bertolt’s marksmanship is his accuracy, focus and patience, since he himself becomes the bullet. Timing is essential.

Another fact I appreciated in this chapter is Magath’s humanity surfacing again. He’s cemented as the Shadis of the warriors and their military senior figure, although he shouldn't get too attached to kids who have the potential to die sooner than the final hour that has been given to them.

Reiner’s shattered ambitions

Reiner realizing he wasn’t meant to be chosen - Ch. 95

Of course, the biggest portion of the flashback is Reiner’s life slowly creeping to the bottom. The smugness displayed earlier when he was chosen instead of Porco was quickly brushed away by him meeting his father and him learning he wasn’t chosen because of talent.

A short parenthesis on Porco. He was obviously broken learning he wasn’t chosen and for the most part, it was because he didn’t want to get separated from his brother. There’s no mistake about their appearance: they’re twins. Just change the eye and hair color and they’re similar. And as twins, I’m expecting them t have a deeper attachment than any SnK sibling. It’s the last we see of that poor boy in this panel:

The Galliard twins, Reiner and Bertolt - Ch. 95

Notice how Bertolt was all proud of Reiner who blew Porco off. He’s adorable in this chapter.

Next, we’re meeting Reiner’s dad. The man Reiner wanted to live with alongside his mom, which was the main reason why he joined the army. And what do we find out?

Reiner’s father being scared of his son - Ch. 95

...Well, it was to be expected. The main rule of this manga is to not trust any father and Reiner’s isn’t any exception. Judging by the parallels with Historia, I expected him to be a male!Alma, someone who felt cursed by the birth of their child. Was he watching Reiner to make sure he isn’t following him? The news about him wanting to live with him shocked him to be honest. As much as it hurts, the reasons are obvious. They can’t live together and everything tends to point Reiner’s conception as a mistake. Yet again someone who didn’t know where to put their teeny weeny.

And that hit Reiner hard. So much that he lost himself for a moment. And from that point onward, he kept secrets after secrets, starting with his mother and Porco for Marcel’s behavior.

He also starts to lie about himself and keeps repeating in his end it’s not the end of the world if one of his endgame projects isn’t realized...

“...and become a hero to the world“ - Ch. 95

...right?

The whole operation was meant to last a month, ending on the full moon. It took up 5 years in total and pending for 4 years still. And only Reiner made it back.

I’m starting to think neither Reiner, Ymir and Bertolt made it back to Marley in the meantime. They had to wait for the army at full moon, and Zeke (and likely Pieck) was still there, wandering around. Taking account of what Gabi said, Karina hasn’t seen Reiner since he came back alone. If that’s the case then oww... Bertolt really never made it home then.

During that conversation, it’s clear Marcel doesn’t believe much in Marley’s mumbo jumbo. He takes orders sure but doesn’t see any pride in holding one of the nine titans. No one is impressed by Reiner’s speech either.

Instead, Marcel wanted to protect Porco’s life by sacrificing Reiner instead. I believe Marcel tried to do the right thing, but he ended up prioritizing his brother. Before this chapter, I saw the brothers’ fate as being more of a “from the wmb to the tomb” sort of motto, but I guess Marcel wanted to take the brunt for his sibling till the very end.

Marcel apologizing - Ch. 95

Marcel must’ve felt so bad back then. In fact that’s probably what pushed him to save Reiner from Ymir, the next morning. But in the end, Ymir, 5 years later, came back, giving Marcel’s titan power out of all powers, to Porco, the twin Marcel wanted to keep away from the curse. Again another useless sacrifice.

As Ymir popped from the ground and ate Marcel, Reiner kept that mantra in his head, to prove himself his life isn’t a thread of lies.

Ymir about to eat Reiner - Ch. 95

Sounds familiar? We’ve got the origins on how Reiner lost himself in this whole soldier/warrior thing. Since the training in Paradis was less harsh, everybody held Reiner as a competent guy, as a hero. That’s probably how the soldier roleplay started.

Thanks @kyojinofbraveos for pointing some details about Reiner’s behavior.

So where does that leave us?

Looks like we’re scrolling up until Reiner reaches his current point, with probably an emphasis on Annie’s and Bertolt’s characters. We still need to see their families.

There’s the whole Tybur subplot introduced as well and I’m curious to see how it’ll play out. I’m hoping it’ll bring details as to how they should attack Paradis, considering not a single ship made it back. Paradis is, under their point of view, a huge unknown and thus, seeing the invasion under the warriors’ point of view would be just as intriguing as seeing Titans under the SL’s point of view. Again, this is the first chapter of the volume, the point B could be the whole Paradis invasion plan unfolding or more Marley insights before we depart... or both. Isayama is packing information a lot in these chapters lately. Good thing he maintains the pace.

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soap-brain · 7 years

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Ooohh. Your "leaving spirk hug" broke my heart -.-" It's sad because it's pretty obvious that Spock had no idea that Jim would lie on report and that he wrote his own report to make sure the mission's failure was on him alone. How about "hug from behind" spirk that is a continuation of your "leaving hug" ?

:DDD and it wasn’t even the worst thing i’ve ever written :p but thank you for reading it and liking it and sending me a new prompt!

yeah i think spock was totally flummoxed that someone would *gasp* lie on an official report.

so let’s see what we can do about it! this took a while longer than i thought, mainly because i have no self control and kept checking tumblr lmao. sorry about that! but here you go:

They feel the next hit reverberating in their bones even after the ship stopped shaking. The Bradbury had not been made for this kind of heavy firefight.

Spock picks himself back up, and immediately crosses over to their communications officer, who is holding their head.

“Nurse!” he snaps at the attending nurse, and she makes her way over to them, carefully sidestepping the debris from the half caved in ceiling.

“Lieutenant Peterson! Return fire at will!” Spock orders next and punches in the channel to Engineering. “Mitchell, what can you do for the shields?”

“Barso here, commander. Mitchell is dead!”

“Then you have just inherited his position as Chief Engineer,” Spock retorts, oddly calm. It’s reminiscent of a different battle, years and lightyears away, but this time he does not get a sarcastic reply. Instead, it’s “Yes sir!” and “Shields are in a bad shape, but I might be able to jury-rig something.”

“Then get to it, lieutenant.”

The Romulan battle cruiser sweeps back into the focus of the viewscreen.

“Salar! Evasive action, now!”

The navigator complies, but she’s too slow. The next salve hits the Bradbury like … ‘like a wall across the highway at 150 miles per hour’. A comparison Jim had enjoyed to employ. Jim, whose tactical genius far surpassed Spock’s. Jim, who should be the one in charge during situations like this.

“What did I say about returning fire?!” Spock barks, maybe a bit too harshly. Peterson flinches.

“I’m doing my best, sir, but they surprised me!”

“Make sure that doesn’t happen again, or it will be the last time any of us will be surprised!”

Where is Captain Amott? Spock wonders. From the corner of his eye he sees Lieutenant Beverley slip into the communication officer’s chair, replacing the injured one.

“Beverley. Priority One distress call to Starfleet and all available ships, now! Salar, begin Tewe maneuver, it might buy us some time.”

Engineering is contacting.

“Barso.”

“Sir, I think I managed to put the shields up again, but after the next hit they’ll be forced to draw power directly from the Core.”

“Shields are up,” Peterson confirms.

“Barso, retaining power to the shields and phaser banks. That is your top priority now. We cannot outrun them. Acknowledge.”

Barso’s response is drowned out by the crackling static of another hit to their shields.

“Beverley, do you have a reply yet?”

“None, sir - wait! There’s - Come in, Enterprise! This is the USS Bradbury, requesting urgent assistance in a heavy firefight with the Romulan Empire.”

The Enterprise. If Spock were prone to emotional responses or metaphors, he would say that his heart jumped into his throat.

“On screen, lieutenant. Salar, continue evasive maneuvers. Peterson, continue firing.”

The cracked viewscreen produces a grossly distorted picture of Captain Pike.

“Commandrrk Spock! How crzzht is it?”

“We have almost completely lost functionality in both nacelles, hull integrity is down to thirty-three percent. We are rapidly losing power to the shields.”

Pike swears colorfully. “We’re maybe ten minutes out. Can you hold position?”

Another blast shakes the ship and eight different alerts flare up.

Hull integrity at less than thirty percent.

Primary communications array compromised.

Phaser bank three offline.

Bridge viewscreen damaged.

Hull breaches detected. Beginning defensive maneuvers.

Pike’s image fizzles out and fades.

“We won’t make ten minutes,” Peterson says, voice trembling.

“That is your assumption,” Spock replies. He hadn’t feared death in the volcano on his last mission with the Enterprise, but now …

“Sound the alert to abandon ship. Lieutenant Beverley, begin a deep space transmission containing all data recorded by the Bradbury, including information on the battle.”

Spock sits down in the chair and opens the shipwide channel.

“Attention all hands. Abandon ship. I repeat, abandon ship. The USS Enterprise is closing in and will receive you. Spock out.”

Addressing the bridge crew, he says: “We will attempt to draw their attention away from the fleeing shuttles so they can have a chance at survival.”

There are nods all around, shoulders straighten and people taking deep breaths.

The next salve loosens a beam from the ceiling, crashing right next to the captain’s chair. Spock suppresses a flinch. Sparks from ripped out wires bounce off his unflammable uniform. He feels cold.

“Computer, stop all alerts. Voice authorization Spock-beta-eight-eight-three.”

Acknowledged.

The bridge is eerily silent.

The Romulan ship rounds into the viewscreen again, phaser ports visibly glowing because of how close they are. The next round of hits will be the last; the Bradbury will not be able to withstand them. If they are lucky, the hull around the bridge will crack, giving them the merciful quick death of vacuum and subfreezing temperatures.

“It has been an honor serving with you,” Spock says, loud enough for everyone on the bridge to hear. It has been. Even though it took him time and effort, in the five months he spent on the Bradbury, her main bridge crew and several other officers have come to … respect him, and he is thankful for that. Of course they could not replace the Enterprise and her crew, but it had been Spock’s mistake that took him off the ship.

Then, two things happen in such quick succession that they almost seem simultaneous. Their viewscreen is filled with a bright grey expanse, and then the impact thunders through the Bradbury, knocking the bridge crew off their seats, tritanium walls screeching like demons from Hell.

Miraculously, the bridge doesn’t breach. The viewscreen has gone entirely black however, and they have no idea what’s going on outside.

“Commander Spock!” Lieutenant Beverley exclaims. “The Enterprise is hailing us!”

“Speakers,” Spock orders.

“Bradbury? Come in, Bradbury. This is the Enterprise.”

“Bradbury here, come in, Enterprise.”

“Bradbury,” Pike’s voice crackles over the comm line. “The Romulan vessel has fled. We are preparing to receive your shuttles. Bridge crew, stay put. We’ll tow you back to the nearest station and try to free you in an artificial atmosphere there, our transporters have been … unreliable at best.”

“Captain Pike. It is a relief to hear your voice,” Spock admits.

“Yours too, commander. How’s the remaining crew? Any major injuries?”

“None, sir.”

“Good. Stand by for further communications. Enterprise out.”

None of the bridge crew have been injured worse than a few scratches, burns and bruises, so the medical bay at the station lets them go pretty quickly.

“Well, you seem all patched up, Commander Spock,” his attending doctor says. “Captain Pike wants to talk to you, he’s in briefing room 45.”

Spock nods. “Thank you.”

Pike looks far worse for wear, hair in disarray and dark bags under his eyes, seeming years older than when Spock saw him for the last time.

“Sit down,” he says, gesturing at a chair.

Spock complies.

“I’m going to make this quick because it’s been a long couple weeks. The Bradbury can be rebuilt, yes, but she’ll be in limbo for a while. Captain Amott has been found, relatively unhurt in the wreckage, and he’ll be on trial for gross neglectment of duties and so forth, I think you’ll have to testify. Now, normally that’d mean you’d wait on your assigned ship while she’s rebuilt, but that would be one hell of a setback for your career. She doesn’t deserve you and never has. I’ve convinced Command to give Kirk his captaincy back though - because he deserves it and because my health doesn’t allow me to be the captain the Enterprise needs. Means: she’ll need a first officer. The post is yours, if you want it.”

Spock can only stare. He can go back to the Enterprise? To Jim?

“Don’t give me that look, say yes already so I can mark it down. Jim has been sad for the entire mission, even more so because because of its top secret nature he couldn’t contact you. He doesn’t blame you for losing command, by the way, but he missed you like crazy. Now are you going to sign up or do I have to force you?”

A smile forces its way onto Spock’s lips. He’s going back to the Enterprise! And he’ll be with Jim again!

“I will sign. Thank you, sir.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it. I’m gonna be happy with my boyfriend on Earth and you’ll be happy with your boyfriend in space. Jim should be on level E, corridor 6, room C30, I think. Go and hug it out.”

“I will. Thank you again.”

Pike motions towards the door with his chin. “Out with you before I fall asleep.”

Giddiness is bubbling in Spock’s gut. Jim! He will see Jim again! Jim is not angry! Jim and his beautiful, lovely blue eyes, bright smile and golden hair and-

A pair of strong arms wrap around Spock’s middle and there’s an excited giggle in his ear, a pitch too loud to be really comfortable.

“Spock! You’re here! You’ll be back on the Enterprise! You’re coming home!”

Spock disentangles himself to turn around and hug Jim properly, so hard he almost fears crushing him. Jim smells of burned plasteel, singed uniform and whiff of standard Starfleet shampoo, and he’s warm and solid against Spock.

“Yes. Yes, Jim, I am.”

Home. Yes, he is coming home.

again, in this house we disrespect rereading, so if you find any major errors, you can point them out and i might correct them ... or not.

also please note that the enterprise couldn’t have collided with the bradbury, because physics (yes, that’s what that post was about), but in this house we also conveniently ignore the laws of physics :p/also/ please note that since everything is a bit different (ie pike didn’t die), they took care of the khan-and-admiral-marcus problem differently and consequently, into darkness kinda didn’t happen

(props to tumblr for eating half the italics. good job dude!)

hey @vulcankirkspock, i fixed your prompt!

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mizjoely · 7 years

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The third of four prompt fills promised to new followers of @geekyangie. This one is for @sherlockholmesismytype. The prompt was Sherlock undercover as a bartender at a 1920s Speakeasy, where Molly comes in for a drink to get her mind off colleagues who are intimidated by her being a woman. Enjoy!

Speakeasy

Why, Molly thought morosely as she plunked herself onto a barstool, had she ever believed it would be easier to take up her chosen profession in the United States? Men were men no matter what country they came from, and she was sick of how intimidated they were by her being a female, much less a doctor. The fact that she worked in the morgue and did autopsies didn’t help; she couldn’t begin to count the number of ‘helpful’ suggestions that she might be better off delivering babies or dealing with ‘women’s problems’ she’d been subjected to in the past six months. She was glad her friend Meena had recommended this place to her just the other day; Molly was more than desperate for a nice cold gin and tonic to wash away the taste of male testosterone clogging her (figurative) senses.

“I should have asked that idiot Moran if he’d rather I told him to turn his head and cough,” she muttered to herself as she waited for the bartender to show up and take her order.

The sound of choked off laughter brought her out of her reverie, and she looked up to see the single most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on standing in front of her, still chuckling. At her highly inappropriate words. How perfectly mortifying.

She was still trying to work out a way to explain herself when she realized he was asking her a question. “What’s your poison?” he repeated patiently as she just gawped at him like an idiot.

It finally clicked that he was the bartender. The one she’d been waiting for. “All my life,” she breathed out, then blushed bright red as she realized what she’d done. “Uh, a gin and tonic, please, been gasping for a drink...um, all my life,” she added in a lame attempt to explain her earlier words.

The slow grin he gave her told her she wasn’t fooling him in the least, and she blushed even redder under his knowing gaze. As soon as he served her drink she mumbled her thanks, handed over the necessary coinage, and tried to make herself invisible as she sipped at the refreshing beverage.

“You’re not from around here,” she heard someone say, and looked up as soon as she realized it was the bartender speaking, and not one of the men seated on either side of her.

Coming from one of them she’d have rolled her eyes and given them the cold shoulder; too many American men seemed to think that an Englishwoman must be easy, although Heaven knew why. It was a good thing she knew how to handle that sort of unwanted attention.

Unfortunately what she was less adept at handling was attention of the wanted kind. Especially when it came from a man who ticked all her favorite boxes: tall, dark curly hair, gorgeous blue (green?) eyes, sharp cheekbones, and...British??

She really was in bad shape, if it was taking her brain this long to catch up with the fact that his accent screamed Posh Londoner to her ears. “Um, no, I’m not,” she replied, wishing that her cheeks would cool down just a tiny bit. “I’m from…”

“Northamptonshire,” he said promptly. “Born there, studied in London, moved here for the so-called better opportunities available to a female doctor. Discovered that was only a myth, and are more than ready to move back home at the first opportunity, where at least your boorish male co-workers will come from familiar backgrounds and might more easily be set back on their heels.”

“Uh...how did you know all that?” Molly asked, bewildered and more than a little suspicious. “Did Meena put you up to this?” She craned her head around, trying to spy her friend in the crowd of people, to no avail.

“Don’t know any ‘Meena’,” he replied with a shrug as she turned her questioning gaze back on him.

“Then how…”

“I deduced it,” he replied, rather smugly. Before she could ask what exactly that meant, he went on: “As a fellow countryman with a very practiced ear, your current accent and its origins were clear to me. And your profession and your distaste for your colleagues were both made blindingly obvious by your disparaging remark as you seated yourself at the bar...and of course, there’s this.” Brashly, he reached forward and flipped a finger under her coat collar, exposing the black band of her stethoscope hung round her neck. Drat, she’d forgotten to remove it before leaving work again.

“But how did you know I was thinking about moving back to England?” she asked, fascinated in spite of herself - and willing to forgive him the overly familiar gesture. She’d honestly expected him to explain that he was an undercover policeman or, that yes, Meena had told him about her - but neither answer would explain how he’d known she was thinking about chucking it all and returning home.

Before he could answer, the sounds of shouting and swearing erupted behind them. Molly whipped her head around to see what was going on, her mouth opening in a shocked ‘O’ as she saw a veritable sea of uniformed policemen streaming into the room. “Bollocks,” she heard the bartender mutter, as if this were some minor inconvenience rather than a full-on raid.

As the shrill sound of police whistles added to the noise, Molly started to rise from her feet, just as eager to avoid arrest as the thronging masses milling about the speakeasy. However she was stopped by a pair of hands grasping her upper arms, and let out a startled screech as she felt herself being hauled bodily over the top of the bar. She was pulled close to a warm male body, and looked up to see that the bartender was the one now holding her semi-captive while chaos ruled over the rest of the room. “Shh, it’s fine, I’m the one who summoned them,” he murmured as he pressed her closer. “Although their timing could use a bit of work.”

“Wh-what? Why?” she stammered out, utterly confused - and wishing she’d had time to finish her drink before all hell broke loose.

“Because the owners are using the speakeasy as a front for an international drug-running ring,” he replied, spinning them both around so that she was pressed between his body and the bar-back. Before she could protest his high-handed treatment of her, the sound of something whizzing by her ear and smashing into the mirror behind them caused her to duck her head against his chest. “By the way, the name’s Sherlock Holmes.”

“Molly Hooper,” she mumbled into his collar, feeling more than a little dazed at how the night was shaping up. She peeked up at him. “Or did you already know that, too?”

“Nope,” he replied, popping the p obnoxiously and at the same time tugging her down so they were both crouching on the floor. His timing was impeccable; more bottles and glasses were slung their way, showering them with glass. He held her close, her forehead on his clavicle and his hands over her head, shielding her from the worst of the debris.

She kept her eyes tightly shut but couldn’t resist continuing to pepper him with questions while the police and patrons shouted and fought on the other side of the bar. “So you’re a policeman after all?” she asked. “How long have you been in Chicago? Why did you move here? Surely someone as clever as you has no end of opportunities in London for…”

The fact that he silenced her wasn’t surprising, considering the circumstances - but the fact that he did so with a rather searing kiss came as something of a shock. A welcome shock, to be sure, but still, a shock.

“Hey, Holmes! You back there?”

Gradually Molly realized that the background noises had lowered to a dull rumble peppered by the occasional curse. Blushing furiously, she allowed Sherlock to help her back to her feet, fearing that her rumpled appearance and undoubtedly dazed expression would give away the fact that the pair of them had been snogging like a couple of adolescents.

Why had he kissed her? Most likely to distract her, of course. Or he was simply taking advantage of the situation, and her, the way any man would under the circumstances. She couldn’t bring herself to believe it could be anything more than that - certainly he hadn’t done it because he found her attractive!

“Stop that,” he said crossly. She couldn’t help but notice that he kept his arm around her waist as they turned to face whoever had called out to him. A policeman, of course, one who was eyeing them both askance.

“I’m not doing anything!” she protested, trying to pull away from him.

“You’re thinking too loudly. I’m not taking advantage of you and I didn’t kiss you just to keep you quiet, I did it because yes, I do find you attractive and more than mildly interesting,” he retorted, tightening his grip on her waist.

“If this is a bad time,” the policeman interjected dryly, “we could always come back, do it all over again. You know, at your convenience.”

Sherlock waved his free hand in an irritable gesture. “Don’t be an idiot, Gregson. You’ll find the evidence you need down here.” He stamped his foot, and Molly heard the hollow sound of what she presumed to be a trapdoor beneath their feet. She allowed Sherlock to shuffle them both off to the side as Gregson - a lieutenant, she believed, if she was reading his rank insignia correctly - ordered a group of other policemen to go around the bar.

Sherlock brought Molly down to the far end of the bar, lifted the bar flap, and nudged her through before lowering it back into place. Thinking that was her sign to leave she pasted on a smile and opened her mouth to thank him for protecting her during the raid, but he stopped her with one raised hand. With the other he pointed at the nearest bar stool. “I still owe you a drink, Doctor Hooper. And if you’ll allow me, I’d like to escort you back to your flat.”

Molly hesitated for the briefest of seconds before nodding and sliding onto the seat. Her smile this time was sincere. “Yes, that would be lovely. And please, do call me Molly.”

“Molly,” he repeated obligingly. As he handed her her drink, he added, “Perhaps on the way we can continue our discussion of why it would be an excellent idea for you to return to England sooner rather than later. By the end of the week would be best, actually.”

Molly’s brow knit in confusion. “Why by the end of the week?”

He flashed her a grin that would have turned her knees to butter had she still been standing. “Because that’s when I’m due to fly back, and I would enjoy your company on the flight. Now, let me tell you about an acquaintance of mine in London by the name of Mike Stamford. Last time I spoke to him he mentioned a shortage of doctors at St. Bartholomew’s Hospital…”

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Hell-Bent: Chapter 2--Come on and SLAM, and Welcome to the JAM

Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke

Pairing: Aokise, MomoRiko, Kagakuro, MuroMura, more???

u can find this on AO3 lol

Summary: Adult AU, Criminal Underworld AU. Where Kagami Taiga is a young heir suddenly targeted by 6 rather dangerous members of the criminal underworld (each with their own set of personal troubles), and Kuroko is a bodyguard with a dark past.

Warning: Violence, Strong language, a lil dark and angsty sometimes

[Friday. 20:01. Best Friends]

Oh. This dream again.

The one where he's still a child, sprinting as hard as he can on his small feet. He doesn't know why he's running or where he's going to, only that he can't stop.

So bright, so bright.

He's moving all alone in this blank white space.

.....no. Little by little, the others join him, running alongside him in a flurry of bright colours and childlike laughter that paint the surrounding emptiness. None of them can stop, but it's okay since no one can stop them, either.

It's okay. Since they're together.

They reach out to link hands, tiny fingers stained carmine red.

Bleeding and broken, but it's okay. It doesn't matter, since it doesn't hurt.

It does hurt, but it's fine.

It's fine.

They don't let go, even as the light fades, even as the darkness envelops them.

They don't stop running. Even as they break and crumble.

It hurts. It hurts.

Where is everyone?

Where is...

"Dai-chan! I brought food."

Momoi's voice pulls Aomine out of his dream: she is perhaps the only person who can enter his room unannounced and survive the experience unscathed. Without waiting for a reply, she climbs on top of Aomine's back and plops herself down, rustling through the plastic grocery bag on her lap.

"Did you think over the letter?"

"Uggggghh..................ya know, Satsuki..."

Aomine grumbles sleepily, disoriented from having his sleep disturbed so unceremoniously. This damn woman never lets him rest...

"Yesterday you said 'job offer', but this just a fucking mandatory summons, yeah?"

"Yesterday? That was two days ago, Dai-chan..."

Momoi shifts her position on Aomine's back. Aomine can't see her face, but he knows she's almost definitely wearing a criticizing expression.

"Whatever. Get your ass off me, you're heavy- MMMPH."

Not sure what he expected: Momoi uncrosses her legs to shove Aomine's face into a pillow with her foot. After a brief struggle, Aomine reaches back to swat Momoi's ankle out of the way, then pushes her off himself. He sits up next to her, resting his back against the wall.

"So? You're going to do it, right?"

"Not like any of us have much of a choice..." Aomine yawns openly, stretching his neck to the side and massaging a knot out of it with his left hand.

"But why's he makin' the call to the 'Miracles' after all this time? It's been like four years, so why now?"

Momoi is quiet for a few moments, her head lowered so her hair hides her expression. Before Aomine can ask what she's thinking, she giggles.

"Does it make a difference? Both the challenge and the reward are too good for you-...for us to pass up."

Hmmm? Aomine can tell there's more than Satsuki's letting on. He's not sure if it's bothering her, but from the tone of her voice, there's something she wants to say reeeal bad.

"How's offing some rich brat considered a challenge..."

"He's not just any rich brat, Dai-chan, he's the heir to the Kagami Empire, hidden from the public until this year. Do some research for once?"

Research...that's what he has Momoi for.

"Besides...yesterday, a personal guard was hired to Kagami Jr. in addition to his other shields. It was like his security personnel had been informed of the call to the 'Miracles', so of course I looked into it."

"And?"

Momoi brushes a lock of her hair behind her ear and turns to face Aomine, her eyes large and gleaming.

"It's Kuroko."

There it is.

"....Tetsu?!"

Momoi nods in affirmation, then narrows her eyes slightly as she mutters, almost to herself:

"That Aida woman must have hired him without realizing his full strength or involvement in all of this..."

The incredulity relaxes from Aomine's face as the young gun considers the meaning of this startling revelation.

So Tetsu's playing this game on the opposing side...?

Of course he is.

"That's quite the statement he's making. Is Tetsu planning on challenging us all?"

Momoi's lips curl into a soft smile, but her peachy pink eyes are glowing much more intently than Aomine has seen in a long time. She's still gonna hold back on speaking her mind, but it's fine. Aomine can pretty much guess what she wants out of this huge chore of a job.

Aomine can't say he's looking forward to this inevitable reunion, but it's not like he has anything better to do, anyways. And Momoi's all fired up as well, so..

"Oh, that's right!"

The information broker claps her hands excitedly and holds up her plastic bag.

"I thought we could celebrate the start of the new game together! Let me use your kitchen, I'll fix us up some-"

".....no that's okay, Satsuki. Let's just go out. My treat."

No amount of Momoi's pouting can convince Aomine to suffer himself through her cooking, so after a ten minute struggle, they both head out to the nearest steakhouse.

Halfway towards the restaurant, a thought suddenly hits Aomine like a punch in the gut.

"Geh."

"Uwaaah, why are you making such an ugly face?"

"No, I just realized...if Tetsu is involved, then that damn skank is going to be unbearable."

Momoi raises her eyebrows and opens her mouth to make a retort, then thinks better of it, and waits for Aomine to finish muttering.

"Ugh, I already have a headache. You know he's still carrying that fucking cross around like a scar...pisses me off."

"..........Dai-chan still isn't being honest with himself, how sad."

"Huh? Stop talking shit, Satsuki."

[ Friday 21:12 'That Damn Skank' ]

For someone who just learned some of the best news of his life some hours ago, Kise is not in a very good mood.

"You're not eating, Ryouta. Is the food not to your taste?"

Mr. C asks this innocently, gesturing towards Kise's untouched lobster bisque as if he isn't fully aware that the young model's lack of appetite stems from his own company...

Kise responds with a cold, sullen glare. There are plenty things the young model would rather be doing with his Friday night (e.g. literally anything else), but right now he has no choice but to indulge this persistent bastard in his annoying conditions.

"Ooh, unfriendly as ever, I see."

Kise doesn't gain a shred of benefit from acting 'friendly' with this human hemorrhoid.

Seriously. Dealing with most people in this world is a huge pain, so even sitting through a late dinner like this with C is a trial.

However, as there's no one in the weapons trafficking business that's quite as reliable under such short notice, and Kise's circumstances are a bit urgent, well...he'll just have to endure this 'date' before conducting business.

At least the restaurant is nice. Tasteful decor, gracious staff, and an exceptional menu selection--Kise's not so testy that he can't appreciate this.

C grins and takes a small sip of pinot blanc, never taking his mocking gaze off Kise for a second. Kise doesn't bother averting his eyes either.

Eat shit, old man.

"Your fans would cry if they found out about this hostile personality of yours."

No doubt.

But who isn't two-faced and deceptive these days....heh.

Kise continues to ignore the illicit arms dealer leering at him from the other side of the table, devoting his attention instead to the phone in his hand, which has buzzed several times with new messages.

[M-san: You have a shoot early tomorrow morning, so make sur.....

K: Just hurry up, you trashy airhead. I'll be waiti.....

<3 <3 P-chan <3 <3 : I'm looking forward to our next appointment ^_^]

C isn't just unperturbed by Kise's blatantly rude behaviour, he's enjoying it fully. He slices off another small bite of his steak, chewing carefully before piping up again with:

"Quite the popular one, aren't you... Was that your manager? A client from your other job, or perhaps one of your many patrons?"

All three, actually.

Kise slips his phone back into his pocket and crosses his legs. He rests his hands on his knees, under the table, resisting the urge to play with his cross pendant.

"Always so busy, never settling down to one particular owner. Are you sure that's profitable for someone like you? After all, I've heard around that you're something of a collector's item--"

"I'm sure you know that's none of your fucking business," Kise replies coolly, his first words since he got to the restaurant. He would chastise himself for breaking his silence, but several lines have already been crossed, so...

"You've got ten more minutes to waste my time. Don't push it."

C pushes it anyways. After another fifteen minutes of one-sided banter, he finally sets his cutlery down with a clink and wipes his ungodly mouth with a cloth napkin.

"Well, thank you again for the lovely company. I enjoyed myself, as always."

C slides an expensive paper shopping bag over, looking for all the world like a sugar daddy gifting his young model paramour a new toy. To be fair, this image is a great cover for an illegal arms trade off, but it still pisses Kise off.

"I'll forward you the rest of the money tonight."

Kise accepts the bag, looking inside briefly to confirm its contents. He can't take it out for obvious reasons (though their table position is conveniently placed in a more private part of the restaurant), but he's dealt with C enough to trust him for a fair trade.

"Oh, no need. I'm more than happy to accept...more exciting forms of payment from you, Ryouta."

NOT!! A!! CHANCE!! IN!! HELL!!

The model slaps down five thousand yen to pay for his uneaten soup, then casts C one last icy glare before striding out of the building and into the chill night air.

AaaaaaaaaAAAAAAH.

What a fucking pain... That sadistic lech knows way too much, far more than Kise is comfortable with. 'Collector's item', who told him about that, anyways? Jesus, so in this city, even a useless gun-selling pervert is well- connected enough to be privy to decades-old trivia.

...And would it kill him to stop trying to get into Kise's pants??

Ugh. No. It was worth it...all of it: now that Kise's equipped, he's almost completely ready.

The downtown streets are still humming with life, all bright sparkling lights and chatter and car fumes. This ambiance soothes Kise; with each step he takes, the tension from the previous exchange relaxes.

It's okay now. He can focus all his thoughts on this newest game.

Just wait a little longer....

~Kurokocchi~

[Friday. 22:03. Blooming Romance].

"Master Taiga--"

"Can you cut it with the 'master' stuff, it feels sarcastic coming from you."

".......Taig-......Kagami-kun, then."

"What."

"I'll be frank: can you hit me?"

"HUH?!"

"You're obviously well above average when it comes to physical prowess, but I need to test your strength."

"The fuck are you talking about, I'm not just going to randomly punch you."

"Would you feel better if I initiated?"

"Wait, wha- BASTARD, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING"

"Oh, I'm impressed you managed to dodge that. In that case, I won't hold back."

"KUROKO!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU"

"Please don't back away, Maste-...Kagami-kun, this is for your own well-being."

"STO- WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU."

[Friday. 23:17. Nanodayo.]

Oh my god, Shin-chan...

Any misgivings Takao may have had about tailing Midorima all the way out to this sketchy ass bar have dissolved now that he gets to behold the beautiful sight before his famed 'hawk' eyes.

Look at him. Does he think wearing dark sunglasses in a dimly lit room is going to make him less noticeable or something? How can he even see, did he wear contacts-....No... holy shit, he's actually wearing prescription shades.

Takao silently congratulates himself for going through with this. Shin-chan has been acting so obviously suspicious these past few days that, but made it so hilariously easy to follow him, that there was really no choice in the matter.

Peeking behind a stray menu, the assassin watches with mounting amusement as Midorima sets a troll doll on his table--must be today's lucky item for Cancers-- and sits back a chair with unnatural stiffness. He's causing a lot of people around him to watch him with shifty-eyes.

So conspicuous.

He must be waiting for someone: Shin-chan isn't the type to frequent these types of places on his own time. He's so out of his element that it's almost sad...almost.

A server saunters up to Midorima and presumably asks if he'd like something to drink, causing the sniper to stare at her blankly for a few moments. Takao, flexing his lip-reading ability, watches Midorima first push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, then reply curtly with: "Oolong Highball".

PFFFF. How FANCY. Knowing Shin-chan, he probably wanted to order a water, but felt bad for the server's efforts. He's not actually going to drink it, is he...?

Takao does a quick scan of the room, making sure no one new has entered. Looks like Takao's meet up still hasn't arrived. Good, good.

The server ends up asking for Takao's order as well, so he quietly ask for a Caesar, while still hiding behind the menu, and continues to watch Midorima look oh so incredibly awkward. He's lucky this joint is so busy at this time of night, otherwise he'd really be standing out.

As he waits for his drink, Midorima rests his bandaged fingers on the table top, right next to that god-awful doll. Takao is faced with the real questions: where did he even find that thing...like, did he go out and buy it today, or did he always have something that weird in his possession...???

The lady comes back with the drinks and, for one fleeting, heart-stopping second, Takao is sure that Midorima looked directly his way. But judging from his lack of reaction, he still hasn't noticed. Takao takes a few cautious sips of his Caesar while keeping his gaze fully on Midorima. The important part is coming up right now....

After several minutes of hesitation, Midorima finally takes the glass into his hands. Slowly, slowly raises it to his lips. Takes a cautious sip. Slowly, slowly lowers the glass and pushes it a little too far away from himself. All the while, the sniper is keeping up a stoic face, but Takao's trained eye can tell how he really feels.

The assassin is so busy choking back his own laughter, he's almost startled by the sudden presence that moves past him, an average-looking middle aged man that sits right across from Midorima. He seems to have a slip of paper in his hands...?

That must be the meet-up. Well, fun's over: Takao has no intention of actually snooping in on Shin-chan's ~secret plans~. He quickly drains the rest of his drink, leaves some money on the table, then discreetly sees himself out.

The assassin shoves his hands into his coat pockets and strolls his way down the dark street. For about a couple minutes, at least, until his honed survival instinct kicks in and he whips his head around to see:

"Shin-chan....?"

Midorima is standing at the entrance of the bar, holding a bottle firmly in his left hand.

"Hahaha, oh, no I wasn't-OK OK OK"

Takao takes off as soon as he comprehends the situation, but it's futile: Midorima never misses.

The bottle inevitably clips Takao's foot and brings him down onto the pavement.

"WAHA T_T "

This gives Midorima enough time to cover the thirty meter distance and grab his partner by the scruff of the shirt, pulling him up.

"Relax, Shin-cha--!! Ahh, okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was worried about you, but I left as soon as that guy came to see you."

The sniper glares for a few moments (or Takao assumes he's glaring: he's still wearing the sunglasses), then releases Takao with a long sigh.

"It's unpleasant to have my personal life invaded."

Takao laughs sheepishly, but still pats Midorima on the back with his usual enthusiasm.

"You're right, you're right. that was my bad. But hey,"

Here, Takao stands on his toes so he can drape his arm over Midorima's shoulders and bring him down to a more reasonable level.

"I don't know what's been going on lately, but if you ever need any help, don't hesitate to ask me, 'kay?"

"................................................tha-......HMPH. Don't be ridiculous. Why would I need to-"

"Okay, okay. I get it, you just let me know when you need me. Come on, I'll buy you red bean soup as an apology."

Takao debates asking about the troll doll, but decides there are some things better left unknown.

[Friday. 23:24. Poker Face Part I]

"Well, well, now that I look closely...you're quite the pretty one, aren't ya?"

The gunman sneers menacingly, sidling up uncomfortably close to Himuro. He smoothes his ash-coloured hair back with one hand, and uses the other to grab Himuro's chin and turn his head roughly to face his own.

"Then why are ya hiding your face? Let's see here..."

He flicks his tongue over his lips before twisting them into a sadistic smirk, as he runs his hand up Himuro's cheek. Without hesitation, he brushes back the dark bangs covering Himuro's left eye.

"Haizaki...Shougo, was it?" Tatsuya replies without flinching, deadpan as always.

Haizaki's mouth twitches a little and he takes a step back, clicking his tongue with annoyance. His previously shit-eating expression has turned into quite the impressive scowl.

He readjusts the collar of his black shirt before snapping:

"Huh. So what the fuck's a walking Ichimatsu doll doing here??"

Himuro has been likened to a 'lifeless doll' more times than he can count, but this is definitely a first.

He straightens out his own clothes and brushes them off.

"I wasn't looking for you, but I guess you'll do. I have a couple questions..."

[Saturday. 02:11. Poker Face Part II ]

Himuro is dead tired by the time he makes it back to the apartment. After ensuring all seven locks on the door are secure, he stumbles through the kitchen, down the hall, and finally makes it to the bedroom.

In the past twelve hours, it doesn't look like Atsushi's left the house at all, but at least he's moved himself onto a proper bed. An improvement from the kitchen floor, in any case.

Too exhausted to undress or worry about sleeping space, Himuro brushes the pile of candy wrappers off the sheets and flops himself down next to Murasakibara's sleeping form. He grabs the only pillow that isn't currently being crushed by his partner, and buries his face into it.

In the end, he still hasn't found out what he really wants to know. About Taiga and the Miracles....well, it's not really any of his business, is it? It's not, but he can't deny he wants to get involved for his own personal reasons.

A problem for the morning; for now, he sleeps.

............or not.

Without warning, Murasakibara's giant arm reaches out over Himuro's shoulders and turns his body towards himself, pulling him into his chest. Dangerously close.

Wh-wh.-whaA?!

"Atsushi...?"

As startled and confused as Himuro is, right now he's mostly struggling to think of something aside from the feeling of Murasakibara's long fingers pressed between his shoulder blades, or the fact that his face is mere centimeters away from Atsushi's chest.

"Muro-chin.....you went out...?"

"M-..mmm. I just got back."

So warm...

"You smell like Haizaki."

Of course he can tell; he might be a lethargic mess, but nothing gets past 'the Reaper'.

Himuro finds he's been holding his breath, so he exhales slowly before responding:

"Yeah, I met him by accident today, while I was trying to figure some stuff out. He wasn't very helpful, though."

..If the fresh bruise forming on Himuro's ribcage is anything to go by; damn, that Haizaki bastard packs a hard punch. Though he did end up revealing some interesting information later on, Himuro is starting to wonder if he should've talked to him in the first place.

It's difficult to gauge Murasakibara's reaction when he can't even see his face.

"Should I..not have?"

Perhaps it's just Himuro's imagination , but it feels as though Murasakibara's hold on him tightens a little.

As much as Himuro would love to relax in the arms of his precious Atsushi, the feat is too much. He squeezes his eyes shut and waits for an answer to his question. He can feel the blood rushing to his face (because of the warmth! It's so hot in here, haha, that's why!!), so he's glad at least his face is hidden.

After a long, long pause, Murasakibara finally mumbles:

"Muro-chin is really troubled by that Kagami kid, riiiight? .....I have to find him anyways, so don't.......go off.....on your............................................."

"Atsushi??"

Did he just.... in the middle of that crucial response.........

....fall asleep mid-sentence?!?

[Saturday. 04:01. *Mozart's Lacrimosa Plays in the Background Ominously*]

Akashi starts by unbuttoning his shirt, slipping the fabric off his shoulders and letting it fall onto floor.

Next: his pants, which prove slightly more difficult to remove with only one hand. Then his underwear (silk boxers, naturally) and socks (black dress socks). He leaves all his clothes in a pile on the ground and, finally, leaves his pocket watch by the bathroom sink.

Akashi's feet pad silently against cold tile as he steps into the shower. He sets the water to a cool temperature and lets it roll off his skin, washing away the blood from his hands and face. His head is bowed, and he watches the diluted red colour swirl and disappear down the drain.

After he's made sure to cleanse his body thoroughly, Akashi shuts the water off and heads towards the bath. The porcelain tub is already brimming with hot water, ready to go.

He tests the temperature with his foot once, twice, before stepping in and immersing himself in the dizzying warmth. He rests like that, with his wrists elegantly poised at either edge of the bath.

So.

Now that all the pieces are on the board, the long wait is finally coming to an end. It's been four years since they all left Hell, and now...it's time to meet again.

So close.

Akashi shuts his eyes for a moment and, even if it's only for a short time, he sleeps for the first time in weeks.

Notes (from AO3):

Lmao sorry this took me longer to update, though I guess that's approximately the rate I'll be doing things from now on. (Kise was giving me grief and i'm still not 100% sold on the outcome but iT'S FINE I GUESS)

also Fun fact #1: Riko's informants are Mitobe and Koganei lmao. Idk if I'll put them in the actual fic, but just fyi all their report meetings are like

Riko: did you get the information on Satsuki Momoi like I asked?

Koganei: >:3C i'll let Mitobe handle this one

Mitobe: "...................................."

Koganei: and there u have it

Riko: ...just give me the fucking file.

Fun Fact #2: Akashi was using scented bathsalts because in my heart he's a dainty mafia princess

#knb fanfic #kagami taiga #kuroko tetsuya #kagakuro #momoi satsuki #aida riko #momoriko #aomine daiki #kise ryota #aokise #himuro tatsuya #murasakibara atsushi #muromura #akashi seijuro #midorima shintarou #takao kazunari #haizaki shougo #i keep posting these here to draw in readers but i have 0 followers so it's not going great but it's still kinda fun

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