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Idea: Reader is part of the scooby gang (an adult doing them a favour or something - pls not a teenager it makes me cringe) and Klaus catches her staring (because obviously) and is cocky and flirty and likes riling her up

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author's note; this was so fun omfg i love him sm

warnings: honestly sort of grumpyxsunshine but somehow klaus is the sunshine here ? teasing, taunting, klaus is a flirty menace, reader is super in denial, implied that reader is a vampire hunter but it's not really important, also this exists in some sort of strange canon universe so don't read into it too much, fluff, making out, a steamy-ish scene at the end, but it doesn't get too graphic so don't worry! no use of y/n!

She doesn’t like owing people favors. She doesn’t like when other people owe her favors, either, but people seem to think that trading things off is the best way to live, and she’s hardly got the power to change something so universally accepted.

She doesn’t like owing people favors, but in this case, it’s not something she can renegotiate. Alaric saved her life, and the least she could do is help him out with something.

Her view on that changes very quickly when he looks at her and tells her they want her to make a deal with the devil. In fact, she’d rather Alaric had just let her die than ask her to do anything with or for Klaus Mikaelson.

“I would quite literally rather die than do that, Ric,” She deadpans, givin him a completely unamused look that makes him grimace.

“No, I know, I know,” He holds his hands up, a desperation to his pleading tone. “It’s a lot to ask of you, but no one else can deal with him like you do. They’d end up dead, or something,”

“Why do you think I can deal with him any differently than you, or Damon, or something? I hate him just as much!”

“Oh, well, that’s just not very nice of you, darling,” The man in question drawls, smirk audible in his voice as they look over to where he’s sitting on Alaric’s couch, looking like he practically lives there. She supposes he technically did, for a minute. “Hate is such a strong word.”

She gives him a saccharine smile, tilting her head. “I’m so sorry, Klaus, did I hurt your feelings? I didn’t know that evil hybrids who kill anyone who breathes wrong could have feelings.”

Klaus’s smirk only widens at her visible ire, and he props his chin up on his hand as he looks at her. “I have every feeling for you, sweetheart,”

Her eyes momentarily widen to the size of dinner plates, and then she quickly schools her expression back into a flat glare, snapping her gaze away from him as she huffs unhappily. “You want me to deal with that all day, Alaric? By myself? I thought we were friends,”

“We are friends,” He stresses, shooting Klaus a warning look that the Original dutifully ignores. “That’s why I’m asking you to do this. All you have to do is make the drive up to Whitmore and get the rest of Isobel’s stuff– we need to see if she has any information on the cure, or anything like that.”

“Doesn’t Bonnie have that professor guy that was telling her a bunch of stuff? Can’t we just go to him?”

“Damon doesn’t trust that guy,” Alaric says. “And before you ask, no, you can’t make Damon go. He and Klaus will kill each other if they’re in the same vehicle for that long.”

“He’s right about that,” Klaus says, still happily in his place on the couch. “Damon’s got such a temper these days. Can’t even handle a joke anymore.”

She scrunches her face up, giving him an incredulous look. “The only jokes you make are about the time you tried to kill Elena,”

“How would we cope if we couldn’t make jokes about these sorts of things?”

Her incredulity only deepens and she drags her gaze back to Alaric pointedly, earning an exhausted sigh from the teacher. “Klaus,” He starts, that same desperation still in his voice. “Can we all just play nice? For once we have something to be united about– could you possibly not jeopardize everyone’s lives again?”

Klaus heaves a sigh, standing from the couch in a swift movement and crossing the short distance to where they stand. “Certainly. I’m nothing if not professional, you know this.”

“Uh huh,” Alaric deadpans. “Can you be… professional enough to not provoke her into leaving you stranded somewhere, or something?”

“I’m sure we can work something out,” The hybrid drops his gaze to hers, bright eyes alight with mischief. “So long as she stops pouting.”

She huffs, dutifully not pouting. Narrowing her eyes, she offers a hand out to him, ignoring the amusement that sparks in his eyes at her formalness. “It’s for the greater good of all of us, right? I’m sure I can suffer through anything for that.”

Klaus shakes her hand firmly, and she ignores the way it feels like he’s laughing at her. “I’m sure you can.”

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“I take it all back, I’m going to murder him, and then myself.”

“Hello to you, too. I take it it’s going well?” Alaric’s voice comes through the speaker of her phone as she walks beside Klaus, ignoring the crowds of college students they’re pushing their way past to head to Isobel’s old office.

“Oh, it’s going so well, besides the fact that our vehicle just broke down as soon as we got to Whitmore.”

She can practically hear Alaric’s wince of sympathy through the phone. “Can’t Klaus just compel you another vehicle?”

“You would think so, but I already tried that, and he said it wouldn’t be very cooperative of him to take advantage of people. He’s apparently all for the teamwork these days,” She shoots him a glare, face twisting into one of disdain when all he does is give her a wide smirk. “Alaric, I cannot be stranded here with him. It was one thing if it was a few hours, but I cannot survive any longer than that.”

Alaric breathes out her name on an exasperated sigh, and she tries to ignore the slight pin prick of guilt that stabs at her because of it. “Have you called a mechanic or anything?”

She bites the tip of her tongue roughly. “Yeah. They’re coming to tow it, and they said it’ll be like, tomorrow morning at the earliest before it’s done.”

“Can you survive the night? For real? Or do you want me to drive up there and get you?”

She nearly blurts out that she won’t survive, that he needs to come get her as soon as he leaves work, but she stops herself, eyes drifting to Klaus, who seems to be awaiting her answer as well. Sighing tiredly, she shakes her head, even though Alaric can’t see her. “I’ll be fine, I’m just being dramatic. Don’t worry about me, alright? I– Klaus and I will handle this. It’s no big deal, I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” She reassures, stopping at the steps that lead to Isobel’s office building. “I’ll text you later tonight after we’ve had some time to go through some of the stuff, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you,” He sounds infinitely less stressed at her reassurances, and the guilt she’d been feeling dissipates easily. “I’ll talk to you later.”

She echoes the goodbye and quickly pockets her phone again, immediately turning to Klaus to give him a glare that she can’t even really call a glare because of the complete and utter lack of any real heat behind it. Gesturing widely to the building before them, she sighs. “Let’s get this over with.”

The office is devoid of any lingering students, and she wonders if it was done on purpose. The only person there besides her and Klaus is the girl at the desk, and she racks her brain for the girl’s name, because Alaric had told her earlier before they left.

“Hi,” She starts, stepping in front of Klaus slightly as they approach the desk. “Alaric called earlier and said we’d be coming up to get some of Isobel’s research, I think?”

The girl stands, a small smile on her face as she nods. “Of course. I’m Vanessa, I was Isobel’s intern.”

Vanessa, she internally scolds herself for not remembering, before giving her name back in return. “And this is Klaus.”

The Original offered a charming smile, and she saw some degree of recognition flutter in Vanessa’s eyes as her smile grew wider, equally charmed and awed. “Lovely to meet you, Vanessa,”

“You’re Klaus Mikaelson, aren’t you?” She breathes out, shaking her head in disbelief as she leads them to Isobel’s private office. “Isobel was fascinated with the story of the Originals, but there wasn’t ever enough information to figure out what was true and what wasn’t.”

Klaus hums, practically preening under the attention. “Such are the consequences of living as long as I have. I can hardly remember what’s real and what’s not,”

Vanessa’s face lights up with an idea, and she steps towards Klaus excitedly. “Would you mind if I asked you some questions? It would do our research a lot of good to have something new,”

“Oh, well–”

“We have a lot to do,” She quickly cuts in over their voices, offering a sharp smile to Vanessa. “But if we have time later, I’m sure he’d love to give you a tell-all interview.”

Vanessa’s smile dims slightly but she nods, gesturing for them to go into the open office. “It’s all in there. Let me know if you need my help with anything.”

“We will definitely do that,” She says, ignoring the twitch in her fingers as pushes Klaus into the office ahead of her. “Thank you so much!”

She shuts the door firmly behind her and lets out a sharp sigh, her eyes fluttering open where she hadn’t even realized they’d shut. She finds Klaus staring at her, and immediately looks away, ducking past him to head for one of the packed boxes in the office, collecting dust. “What?”

Klaus makes an amused little hum in the back of his throat. “Oh, nothing,”

“There’s clearly something,”

“There is, but I don’t think you’d enjoy hearing it from me,”

She halts her movements, hands falling limp on the file folders sorted neatly inside one box. Turning to look at him over her shoulder, she raises a brow. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m curious as to what Vanessa did to earn your disdain,” He says, shrugging lightly, keeping his voice purposefully aloof.

She rolls her eyes, returning to pilfering through the box, skimming the labels on the file. “She was distracting you. We came here to do something, and we need to do it. That’s all.”

He makes that irritating noise again, and she pauses once more, this time turning to face him fully. “What? What is so funny about that? Might I remind you, we need to learn about this cure for you just as much as anyone else.”

He smirks, picking up a box from the floor and putting it on the table in front of him. “Of course. But only if you admit you were jealous,”

She feels the blood in her veins freeze as she stares at him, and she knows there’s a dawning look of horror growing on her face. “Excuse me?”

“Just admit that you were jealous of that poor girl in there, and I will do as much research as you want me to. It’s very simple.”

“Jealous,” She echoes, her voice faint the longer she looks at him. “You think that I was jealous because some college kid was treating you like you were the lead singer in her favorite boy band?”

“Maybe not her favorite boy band, but certainly her favorite Original,” He corrects, grinning deviously.

“I wasn’t jealous!” She yells somewhat hysterically, face twisting as her pulse races. “I– I have no reason to be jealous, I would never be jealous, I’m not– I’m not jealous! Just– shut up!”

She waves a hand in his direction, ignoring the warmth in her chest that stings like embarrassment. “Just– shut up, and– and leave me alone! Do what we came here to do,”

Klaus holds his hands up in surrender, still smiling like the cat that got the cream. “Whatever you say,”

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They’ve booked a hotel for the night, despite the fact that she’d sooner sleep on the street than stay in a hotel with Klaus Mikaelson. But he graciously offered to pay for it, and she was determined to pretend like their conversation earlier had never happened and that meant acting like absolutely nothing was wrong.

It meant letting him order them room service, and sitting quietly while they ate. It meant letting him tease and taunt her like he normally did, and working overtime to give him the normal reactions she would have– a glare here and there, a not-so-nice name everywhere else.

Except now it felt like it was all wrong. It felt like she was being even more obvious than before. All because he called her out. Because he was right.

Just out of sheer principle, she couldn’t ever tell him that. The last thing he needed was that particular ego boost, from her of all people.

Their relationship has always been antagonistic, but Klaus has never been nearly as harsh as she has. And now that she’s spent the last six hours thinking about every single interaction they’ve ever had, she feels somewhat stupid for not even letting herself contemplate the idea that she could one day be jealous over Klaus Mikaelson.

But even in that same vein, she understands why it never crossed her mind until he pointed it out. It was non-negotiable, having any sort of relationship like that with Klaus. She’d been friends with Alaric since he first met Isobel, she couldn’t just go and sleep with the guy who killed his girlfriend, let alone have feelings for him.

The thought alone made her stomach swirl with guilt, but she was determined to not let Klaus in on any of her inner turmoil, considering he’d get some insane satisfaction out of the fact that it’s all his fault.

By the time they make their way to the private bedroom in the ridiculously grand hotel room Klaus had gotten them for the night, it doesn’t really register in her mind that they not only don’t have any sort of pajamas due to the fact that this wasn’t supposed to be an overnight trip, but the only bedroom in the suite has one bed.

It doesn’t register in her mind until she’s already in bed, resigned to the fact that she’ll be sleeping in her t-shirt and underwear, and Klaus makes his way over to the bed like it’s no big deal.

“Hey, hey, what the hell are you doing?”

He raises a brow at her, gesturing to the bed. “Going to bed. We’ve got an early morning ahead of us if you have any chance of making it back to Mystic Falls alive.”

She rolls her eyes at his taunting recollection of her complaints, and she holds up a hand, keeping the blankets tucked carefully around her hips as she sits up. “Why wouldn’t you get a room with two beds?”

“Because it’s one night, darling,” He drawls, signature smirk twitching on his lips. “But if you have some particular feeling that would make sharing a bed with me uncomfortable, then I–”

“No!” She cuts him off, feeling like she was just backed into a corner. “No issue. Just– keep your hands to yourself.”

He winks at her, and she ignores the way it makes her heart race. “Wouldn’t dream of it,”

She shuffles back down into the bed and turns onto her side away from him, suddenly too conscious of the fact that she doesn’t have any pants on, and that if someone had told her this morning she’d be pantsless, in bed with Klaus Mikaelson, she probably would’ve punched them and then spent the rest of her life dreaming about it.

It’s only slightly humiliating.

Once Klaus is settled in the bed, presumably undressed to the same degree she is if the shuffling she’d heard a minute ago was anything to go by, he turns the lamp off, encasing them in darkness.

After too long, her hip starts to ache the longer she lays on her side, and she knows there’s no chance she’ll fall asleep with it throbbing like it is, so she resigns herself to the fact that she’s going to have to move.

Careful of her spacial awareness, she turns onto her back, and then onto her other side, unable to stop her eyes from landing on the shadows of Klaus’s profile.

She lets out a small breath, shakier than normal, and clutches her hand against the pillow beneath her head.

“You’re staring,”

She groans quietly. “I am not,”

“You know, I don’t know if I should be honored or not that you don’t act like this with anyone else.”

She squeezes the pillow again, brows furrowing on her forehead. Her curiosity piqued, despite her best interests. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you’re horrifically antagonistic on a good day, and downright murderous on a bad one. But you don’t ever lose your temper with anyone else like you do with me,” He observes, voice unintentionally quiet in the privacy of the darkness. If she didn’t know any better, she’d even say it was laced with fondness.

Pressing her face into her pillow briefly to try and collect herself, she lets her eyes trace the curve of his nose, and his prominent cupid’s bow, backlit by the moon shining in the window. She wonders what he looks like beneath a full moon. She wonders if his eyes shine that burning yellow-gold color the entire night.

“You do it on purpose,” She mutters, trying to keep her tone from sounding as childish as it does in her head. “I’m not stupid, Klaus. You like riling me up.”

She hears more than sees his head turn towards her, but she feels the burn of his eyes on her face like the summer sun.

“Did you ever consider that I just like when you talk to me?” He asks, sounding entirely more vulnerable than she ever thought he was capable of being.

Her breath stutters on an exhale, and she knows he can hear the way his words make her entire body trip up. Despite being unable to truly meet his eyes in the dark, she searches for them anyway, seeking out the truth that may lie in them.

He murmurs her name, soft and sweet between the sheets wrapped around them, and she can’t stop herself from pushing forward into his space, draping herself across his chest as she presses their lips together.

She’s instantly satisfied to hear the shocked noise that spills from his lips, but it’s the last coherent thought she can form once he mirrors her utter desperation.

He steals the breath from her lungs, barely letting her gasp between his greedy kisses, his hands pulling her further into him, leaving her practically on top of him.

His hands slide up the fabric of her shirt, grabbing at the bare skin there, groaning at the feel of her moving beneath his touch.

“Klaus,” She gasps out, panting at the spit-slick sounds of their lips together in the quiet of the hotel room. “Klaus, I have to–”

She forcibly pulls herself away from him, unable to even blame him for the way she let herself get so caught up as she catches her breath, looking down from where she’s propped above him.

They fall silent, matching each other’s frantic but slowing breaths as their spilled-over tension finally seems to simmer out.

A huff of a laugh comes from beneath her and she frowns slightly, looking at him. “What?”

His hands clench where they’re still gripping her waist, and she visibly shivers at the rough touch. “You were jealous, weren’t you?”

She instinctively slaps a hand against his bare shoulder, wondering how she hadn’t noticed he’d taken his shirt off when he got into bed. “You are such a dick,” She shakes her head, but she’s already leaning back in to kiss him again despite herself.

Klaus is quick to meet her halfway, craning his neck up to kiss her again, and she lets out a sudden yelp as he flips them around, pressing her into the mattress beneath him. “Let me make it up to you,”

She’s nodding before he even finishes speaking, and she thinks, tells herself, that she can’t be faulted for how quickly she forgives him after that.

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“May I present Will Tillman,” Little John spoke, tilting his head at Robin who clenched his fist. “And Y/N L/N.”

Robin stood as the two of you slowly walked, your eyes immediately going from him to Will who held your arm tightly. You both hadn’t made it official yet, if it was even going to happen with Robin back. If there was one thing you knew about your once dead husband, it was that he was definitely not a sharer.

You smiled at Little John and followed Will who slowly walked toward Robin to thank him for inviting him to the ball that he was holding that night. The newly instated Lord Robin of Loxley must have had a reason to invite you both.

“Lord Robin,” Will spoke, but his attention was fully on you and that pretty maroon dress. He always loved that color on you. “Thank you for inviting me tonight, Lord Loxley. Truly.”

“I’m just glad you could come, Will,” Robin looked away from you for only a moment before smiling. “Both of you.”

Will hummed as he squeezed your hand in his, pulling you closer as you fixed your dress. “I appreciate you thinking of people other than the rich, Lord Loxley.”

Oh, the way you said his name. A name that had once been yours, Lady Y/N of Loxley.

“I would never think of the rich more than-”

“Well,” Will pulled you closer, tilting his head. “We’ll be off now. Don’t get too caught up in everything and have fun.”

Robin faltered as you walked off with Will, Little John quickly walking over. “She acted as though nothing happened.”

Little John hummed softly, crossing his arms. “You did die. Technically. She thought you were dead for years.”

Robin nods slightly, swallowing as he stares at you. He was going to make sure you weren’t left alone all night, because if he was with you, he would never leave you the entire night. Obviously, unlike Will who was talking to some rich ladies. You were nowhere to be found, no matter how long he was following you around, but of course – you were at your favorite place, the balcony.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

You jumped, giggling slightly before clearing your throat. “Oh. Robin.”

“Are you uhm…” he walked over, inhaling. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”

You hummed as you fixed your dress, Robin walking to stand next to you on the balcony. “You know I never liked parties.”

He smiled slightly, nodding. “Yes, I know… you always came here to get away from them.”

The stars were beautiful tonight, just like he said, but not as beautiful as you. He doesn’t look away from you, your face illuminated by the moonlight and the stars sparkling in your eyes. “What do you want, Robin?”

He stared at you, smiling. “What I’ve always wanted. The same thing I’ve wanted my entire life.”

He watched your chest puff up as you inhaled, shaking your head. “Robin, I thought you were dead. I can’t lose you again.”

“You won’t,” he said quickly, going in front of you as he held your hips and bumped his nose to yours. “You will never lose me again.”

“I-I don’t… I can’t do this, Will is courting me-“

“Does Will make you feel like I do?” Robin’s voice is low and hoarse, guiding you to the part of the balcony that connects to the side of the manor, his hands bunching up your dress. “Tell me no and I’ll stop right now, but don’t lie to me and say he makes you feel as good as I do.”

You let out a breathy moan, your arms wrapping around his neck as his lips ghost your neck, barely brushing against your skin but still leaving a trail of heat. Your noises made him smile, soft stuttering breaths and low breathy moans, his fingers swiping over your clit as his mouth moved from your neck to your cheeks.

His face was slightly scratchy from the light stubble, but you always loved it against your skin as he pressed kisses to every inch of your face. “I never want another woman but you, my darling girl. Never in my entire life, I love you so much and I’ll be damned if I let you stay with a man who doesn’t love you as much as I do.”

His other hand starts to undo the front ties of your dress, pulling down the fabric as his hands fondle and massaging your tits, flicking his thumb over your nipple as his other hand under your skirt does the same against your clit. Robin’s mouth immediately moved to yours, his tongue grazing yours as your hands clutch at his extremely expensive coat.

You groaned loudly into his mouth, one of your hands moving to the back of his head to pull him closer and your hips moving into his hand. His fingers were rolling into you, slowly flexing as he teased you. You knew his antics like the back of your hand, especially when he wanted to tease you. His fingers never moved to their full strength nor access, never straightening or curling fully which might’ve been uncomfortable in other instances, he made it feel absolutely amazing. His thumb rubbing against your clit was quick and rough, something you loved as he moved his hand away from your tits for just a minute, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist as he lifted your dress up more.

Your pretty panties were discarded by now, his hand moving away from your wet cunt, the thought of looking at your perfectly sweet and messy cunt making his mind blur. That wasn’t the point right now though, he wanted to fuck you, he wanted to make you feel so good that you didn’t even care about Will anymore.

“R-Robin,” you whimpered, the bulge covered with rough fabric grazing your wet cunt as he groaned into your neck. “N-Need you. Need you so bad.”

“Oh, do you?” He chuckled lightly, rutting his hips forward to drag the bulge of his cock torturously slow against your pussy. “Do you think of me when he fucks you? Hm? Pretend it was me?”

You let out a loud groan, the bulge of his cock spreading your wetness as his fingers pulled out of you and rubbed against your puffy clit. His words made your mind blur and your stomach tighten, cumming on his pants, of course you imagined him fucking you instead of Will. Will didn’t know how to make you feel good, not like Robin who knew your body like the back of his hand.

Robin’s hips move rougher, rutting against your cunt as though he was already inside of you, but he was just teasing you. “Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, my pretty girl.”

“Fuck me,” your voice was soft, mind hazy as your hips softly roll into his. “I want you to fuck me.”

Robin wasted no time lifting your legs a bit higher on his waist, keeping you up against the wall with his hips before undoing his pants and pulling out his hard cock. His tip was already flushed and his length slapped against his lower abdomen, a groan falling from his perfect mouth as he continued to pump himself before slowly pushing into you.

“R-Robin!” You yelled out, choking softly as he rammed into you all the way until his pelvis slammed into yours. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder, his hands keeping you away from the wall enough that you won’t hit the wall too much. A groan falls from your mouth, hands shaking as you hold the back of his head and pull him in closer. “O-Oh my-!”

He groaned into your mouth as he pressed an open mouthed kiss to your lips. “Yes darling, moan for me. Let everyone know I’m making you feel good.”

Oh, his words were always so perfect. He knew how to tease you and make you feel good with both his words and his actions, and you loved it.

“S-So good Robin, you make me feel so good,” you whisper, head tilting back as he moves his lips down to your neck.

His thrusts got rougher and more sloppy, groans falling from his lips before he buried himself balls deep in your perfect cunt, your walls fluttering and clamping around his length pushing him over the edge. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, cumming soon afterwards around his cock as he bumped his nose to your own. “I love you so much, my darling girl. So so much.”

“I love you too, Rob,” you whisper back, nuzzling your nose to his soon afterwards. “Don’t want to lose you again.”

“You won’t. Ever.”

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comparing the writing in the first film overall with the writing of the Third so people can Hopefully see what my problem is with TBT.

first off lets start with the two films big emotional music numbers that are meant to showcase meaningful character Growth that being "" True Colours ""

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and "" Better Place "" now the main Difference between these two is that despite what some negative reviews of the first film said at the time Branch's character Arc wasn't literally just wrapped up in this one song like Bro zone's was in TBT.

True Colours was the climax to Branch's arc but it wasn't literally the only piece of Branch's arc throughout the film we had small hints under his uncaring exterior that he was actually a good guy who just wasn't good at showing it.

like the fact he saved Poppy from those spiders and when he tried to help her come to terms with Creek's supposed death even if his way wasn't 100 percent perfect.

and of course after finally opening up about his grandmother he showed more signs of trying to change for the better helping Bridget by giving her his love poem to say to Gristle Jr.

afterwards attempting to join in on the Snack Pack's happy screaming over Creek still being alive and even pulling a little High five Joke on Poppy showing clear effort of attempts to change beforehand.

he also attempted to comfort Poppy and the others when they opened the locket and Creek was gone and they assumed he was dead and all this leading to True Colours which was the big moment for his Arc.

Bro zone didn't have any of this before hand instead all their moments prior to Better Place are either them being Jerky or its mostly comedic gags with not real flashes of posotive character moments for them that could help with their Arc.

anyway back to True Colours despite technically getting what he said he wanted at the start of the film ( that being for the other pop Trolls to finally stop seeing the world as all cupcakes and Rainbows and finally see the Dark sides of things )

he was actually disheartened to see them all this way and worked to help them get out of this state which he was all too familiar with.

anyway one thing that makes True Colours work better than Better Place imo is

1. Branch still has agency in the choice their all about to die and well his choice to try and lift up the other people's spirits doesn't effect that at all.

I find it very powerful how he still chooses to be happy in that moment and tries to lift the spirits of everyone around him despite the fact that for all he knows his worst fear is about to come true their all about to be eaten by Bergens aka the very thing he's spent most of his life terrified of.

but with Better Place his Bros don't have agency so it isn't a meaningful character moment their literally imprisoned and forced to take part in the Harmony in order to save their own lives its not even just about Floyd anymore.

its sorta like if Branch only sang True Colours to lift everyone's spirits because he needed them to all have access to their longer Hair Powers so they could lift the lid on top of the cooking pot in order for them to escape.

kinda lessens the impact of the scene a bit doesn't it? 🤔🤔🤔🤔

and as I said before True Colours would be a cute scene on its own but if it was literally the only scene that was meant to show Branch's character Arc and growth then yeah it would still fall flat imo but it isn't because the movie made sure to have lots of other little moments.

showing Branch making the effort beforehand so True Colours was just the final result and not literally the only action taken in his Arc.

unlike Better Place where

1. the Bros Agency was taken away so they literally did the Harmony for selfish reasons and

2. it was the only moment meant to show their character Growth which just isn't how character Arcs work.

you don't get to have characters showcase a whole bunch of flaws and frankly crappy behaviour and then have their Arc be wrapped up with a single action that isn't even all that noble no character Arc works that way.

the writing of the first film understood this and did a Fair amount of it Right but TBT didn't understand this at all.

I'm not an Expert writer but this is all fairly Basic stuff so yeah. 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

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whumpy-wyrms · 3 months

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WOAHHHH NEW OC STORY IDEA ALL A SUDDEN

okay so vampire guy works at a morgue and feeds from the dead bodies but it’s never Enough. it keeps him under control but he does needs fresh blood once in a while. anyway this human guy dies, was brought to the morgue, and the vampire guy drains him of all his blood (as he does to every corpse) but this human died recently and his blood was fresher and tastier than the others. vampire leaves the dead human in one of those corpse shelves for the night (vampire guy lives in the morgue somewhere) and the next morning BOOM. the human guy is awake and alive and healthy as if nothing happened. immortality moment!! woah

and the vampire guy is like SWEET!!! new infinite food source of fresh delicious human blood!! now he doesn’t have to feed from those gross corpses anymore or go hunting and risk being killed by pesky vampire hunters.

but vampire guy still has to work at the morgue. that’s his whole business. that’s his home and how he needs to make money to buy food for his new human bloodbag (guy can survive without food but his blood tastes better when he’s not starving).

and it’s strange for the vampire guy sometimes. he’s always spending time around dead humans and this is the first time he’s gotten close to an actual live human before. and even though he’s keeping him captive, he still likes making conversation sometimes. it gets lonely being an immortal vampire who’s hasn’t had a close relationship in decades, and who’s instinct it is to suck the blood out of every human he meets. and since immortal human guy is trapped there and has nothing to do, he might as well talk to him. he’s lonely too and now just found out he’s immortal. he doesn’t wanna be alone forever

but obviously he hates being fed from by a vampire and desperately wants to escape. vampire guy kills him a bunch of times just because he Can. sometimes he drains him of all his blood when he’s extra hungry, sometimes he just kills him for disobeying or trying to escape to teach him a lesson. sometimes he kills him for fun, for the thrill of the hunt. dying is PAINFUL as fuck to the human. he hates dying even though he always comes back fully healed.

sometimes the human wants more things to keep him occupied so he’s not bored all day trapped in the basement of a morgue (or maybe he’s kept locked in a corpse shelf during the day, extremely claustrophobic and dark, with no way out, trapped next to a bunch of human corpses. who knows). but the vampire doesn’t wanna waste his hard-earned cash on buying his human silly unnecessary things just because he’s bored.

so sometimes he lets the human help him work. vampire guy owns the morgue and has no other employees, and only works at night to avoid sunlight, so human wouldn’t be able to call for help anyway. human guy hates being around dead bodies but it gives him something to do and he technically gets paid for it in a way. now vampire guy gets things done twice as fast and has more money and free time too. he buys his human the stuff he wants, like books or puzzles, and they sometimes play games together.

human was a nobody. he probably died from some freak accident and was brought to the morgue by the hospital. he didn’t have a family or any loved ones that claimed his body or set up his funeral. nobody came looking for his body to bury or cremate because Nobody cared that he was gone. and that just makes things a whole lot sadder because even if he does somehow escape the vampire, where’s he gonna go? he’s legally dead. Everyone thinks he’s dead. he’s supposed to be dead. there wouldn’t be anywhere to go or anyone to go to because he obviously can’t tell people he’s immortal, that would just cause more questions, and surely being experimented on by scientists would be worse than whatever he’s going through right now, right?

so human guy has to accept his life now, as an immortal bloodbag for a vampire who works at a morgue. his life is filled with blood and death, but there’s nothing he can do about it. maybe vampire guy eventually gains sympathy for him, and starts to feel bad for his pathetic excuse of a life. maybe they eventually become friends. or maybe the human stabs a wooden stake through the vampire’s heart. who knows

anyway these guys have existed in my head for nearly an hour and they don’t even have names but i am going insane over this holy shit???? RAUHHHH i’ve gotta make picrews dude i gotta draw them. new blorbos. new brainrot. i prommy i’ll still get tllr chapter 13 out today or tomorrow but WOAHH look at these new little guys they’re so silly

#AHHHHH i love vampires and immortals and morgues #3 in 1? YES #if anyone has name recommendations feel free to tell me #i’m most definitely gonna write something about these guys #probably not a long lore driven series like tllr but Something #maybe i will also make an au where the human is taken by Anton and experimented on because Anton wants to learn more about his immortality #there’s just so many possibilities with this concept and i love it i love these silly guyssss #brand new blorbos were born today. happy birthday #wyrms says stuff #no idea what this series will be called either so idk what to tag this as yet #i need name ideas!! ahhhhh #vampires #death #murder #death mention #vampire whumper #immortal whumpee #silas oc #aspen oc

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intoanotherworld23 · 10 months

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Deep Water III

Characters: Will Miller, Ben Miller, Frankie Morales, Santiago Garcia and female reader

Warnings: Impure thoughts, swear words, mention of killings and murder, lots of drinking, shooting

Summary: The Frontier men have to take you to one of their clubs, and that’s a perfect excuse to get drunk

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It was incredibly weird sitting in a room with a bunch of mobsters, and yet somehow they looked like normal everyday citizens you'd see walking along the street. They just didn't match the profiles of killers or thugs. You were pretty sure you'd hear all their stories though.

"How long am I going to be here?" They probably didn't know the answer to that anyway but you'd figure you would try and ask.

"Depends on when Will wants to let you go." You didn't like the way Benny said that though it wasn't reassuring that he would even let you go.

"Is he gonna kill me?" Whispering this time as you fiddled with your hands in your lap afraid for the answer.

"He won't kill you." Benny said as he gave you a warm smile. "We can promise you that."

"What if he gets really mad and can't control himself?" You threw on their face as they looked at each other.

"He's not going to kill you babe." Bennys voice a little more stern this time.

"Unless you give him reason to kill you he won't." Frankie leaned forward elbows on his knees hands clasped in front of him.

Not liking the way that he said that at all. What reason would you have to give him to justify him killing you? Surely he wouldn't kill you for simply trying to escape. Everyone who is held against their will or kidnapped tries to escape. That would be a ridiculous reason to end your life.

Then you remembered he mentioned your father and said your last name was keeping you alive. Wondering how he knew your father and why that was so important. You weren't going to stop asking until you got a legit answer.

"He said my last name was keeping me alive." Throwing those words back at them crossing your arms over your chest. "What did he mean by that?"

"We can't tell you that darlin." Benny shrugged his shoulders a sympathetic look on his face. "That's Will's department and should be the one to explain."

"That's bull shit." Raising your voice a little frustrated beyond belief that nobody was telling you anything. "I just don't understand why you guys can't tell me anything."

"Don't worry he'll tell you." Santi responded with a nod. "When the time is right."

Why does the time need to be right? That was such a bull shit answer and reason as to why nobody could tell you, and why it specifically had to be Will. Maybe he knew your father in some way, and something happened between them.

Gasping internally at the thought of Will or his men having to do something with your family's death. If that was the case you'd be more than happy to put a bullet in each of their brains. Then again if they wanted the family dead they would have killed you too.

"So you guys kill people?" Asking no one in particular Santi and Frankie looked at each other for a moment.

"Only if we have to." Benny answered for them making you glance over at him.

"Just like that guy in the alley?" They could sense the cynical tone in your voice making them grin that you weren't as afraid of them as they'd like.

"He knew what the consequences were for dealing with us." Santi responded anyway turning your attention to him.

"So he owed you guys money." You leaned back in the chair trying to figure out the reason they killed him. "And because he didn't have it you guys killed him?"

"Yes." This time Santi looked a little ashamed answering your question.

"Technically Ironhead killed him." Frankie spoke up in defense the corner of your lip twitching. "Just sayin."

Maybe it was just you but Frankie didn't seem like the type of guy to be involved in something like this. He seemed more like the type of guy to be afraid of guys like them. Although you shouldn't judge a book by its cover cause he probably has killed more people than what you'd expect.

"How did Ironhead or whatever become the head guy?" Asking as you looked between the three of them.

"That's a story for another time." Wills voice rang as he descended down the stairs your heads turning to him. "We have to go."

"Where?" Frankie asked as he stood up adjusting his shirt.

"To the club." Grabbing a gun and placing into a holder that was strapped to his hip gulping as you watched him. "Apparently someone doesn't want to cough up what they owe us."

"Is it that Russian guy?" Benny already knew who he was talking about.

"Yeah security spotted him betting money at the poker table." He scoffed loudly as he looked at his phone. "Even though he told me last week he didn't have the money yet."

"Little fucker." It surprised you to hear Frankie talking like that since he'd been so nice to you.

Which probably meant it was just another man whose life they were going to take. It made your skin crawl at the thought of hearing another man beg for his life only to have it ripped from him. Those men they killed most likely had families to go home to. Wives and children that missed them wondering what happened to them.

If you could have avoided being caught you would have ran so quickly your legs would be on fire, and you wouldn't be in this situation. Hearing them justify what they did to other people made you sick to your stomach. This wasn't how normal people should live their lives, and citizens shouldn't live in fear cause of them.

"What about her?" Benny asked pointing at you.

"She comes with us." He said like it was no big deal but your eyes went wide in shock.

"What?" Exclaiming as you stood up looking straight at him but he was refusing to meet your eyes. "Your kidding me right?"

"Will we can't take her with us man." Santi tried to reason with him.

"Yeah that's not something for her to have to watch." Frankie defended his suggestion actually making you feel better they thought about your well being.

"Yeah I'm not going." You stated but nobody was really paying attention to you.

"She's going with us and that's final." Will argued his cheeks turning red making them back up a little.

"You guys can tie me up, lock me in a room whatever." This time they all looked over at you. "But I'm not going with you."

Standing firm putting your foot down in defiance, but Will looked like he wasn't in the mood. Looking over at you finally before stomping his way over to you making you cower back a little from him.

Grabbing your arm roughly in his hand pulling you toward him making you whimper. The rest of the guys stood back not even daring to tell him what to do, but they still felt bad. The feeling of his calloused hands rubbing against your skin was burning.

"I don't have time for your pathetic whiny bitching right now." He sneered at you the veins in his neck popped out. "You are fucking going with us and that's final."

The two of you staring into each other's eyes silently daring you to say something else to piss him off. Raising an eyebrow at you and you lowered your head a little but still kept your eyes locked on his. His lips quirked up into a smirk knowing he won this battle.

It was too soon to be challenging his authority. He seemed like the type of man who didn't like to be tested, and if someone tried to outrank him it would end in blood. You needed to be smart about things, and stay alive as long as you could.

"Well what the hell am I supposed to wear?" Looking down at your clothes feeling these weren't club appropriate. "I'm not going to the club looking like this."

"She does have a point man." Santi agreed with him making you smile. "Our club has a strict dress code."

"She's going to be with us." He growled not liking his men to be agreeing with you so easily.

"Yeah she can't wear jeans to a hot nightclub." Benny stepped in as his eyes looked your body up and down giving you a wink.

"Fine." Throwing his hands up in defeat. "We have spare clothes upstairs."

"Yeah I'm not wearing clothes that your sluts left over." You argued making them all laugh leaving you confused.

"Either you wear the sluts clothes," Will spoke as he stepped closer to you, "or wear nothing at all."

"I wouldn't mind the latter though."

Your mouth about dropped to the floor with his challenging words. Surely he wouldn't make you go to a club with no clothes on they weren't complete animals. Judging by the look on his face though he wasn't playing.

Benny and Santi seemed to also like that idea as they chuckled. A part of you wanted to say wear nothing at all just to see their reaction, but you were afraid that he was dead serious on making you go naked.

"Asshole." Grumbling under your breath as this time he smiled in your defeat.

"Fish show her where the clothes are." Will ordered him as Frankie walked up to you and placed a soft hand on your lower back leading you upstairs.

As he led you to a room you saw a bed and dresser, and that was it. It looked like someone had lived in this room, but there was literally nothing in here. Frankie could see the confused look on your face.

"There are no sluts clothing here." He teased as you just rolled your eyes at him. "By the way."

"This was Yovanna's room." Frankie informed you raising an eyebrow at him wondering who she was. "She's in the hospital in a coma."

"We took all her stuff down so we didn't have to look at it." Frankie looking down at his feet noticing his eyes started to water knowing she must have meant something to him. "We left her clothes though."

"Just in case." He nudged your shoulder with a smile this time causing you to smile back at him.

"What happened to her?" Asking him hoping you weren't going to upset him in any way.

"She was shot a couple times and she just never woke up." Turning to look away from Frankie as you pictured what this woman's room probably looked like.

She was probably a very tough woman to be living with four other men, and she was also most like ridiculously gorgeous too. Or was clinically insane and hated herself so much to the point she would live this life.

Either way it seemed like her story was something he didn't want to discuss. Which most likely means none of the other guys would want to talk about it either.

"Come on let's find you something." Nodding towards the closet opening it to see it was full of all kinds of clothing. "Pretty sure you guys are the same size."

"What about this?" He held up a crop top and matching black leather skirt as you looked at him raising an eyebrow.

"Uh yeah I don't think so." Tossing that to the side he started to rummage through some more things before he settled on a black dress.

"This would look amazing on you." It was plain black with spaghetti straps and it looked really cute.

"Okay fine I'll wear that." Grabbing it from his hands as you placed it on the bed going to take your shirt off when you noticed him standing there still. "Do you mind?"

"Gotta stay here with you so you don't escape." Shrugging his shoulders with an apologetic look on his face. "I'll turn around."

Which he did keeping his back fully towards you as you quickly stripped off your other clothes, and slipped on the black dress. It was snug against your hips, and the ends of the dress went down to about your mid thigh.

The push up bra you were wearing had your cleavage nearly spilling out of the neck line. This dress felt like it was made for you, and you looked incredibly hot in it. You were wearing black boots which wouldn't have been your first choice, but it still fit with the outfit.

"Holy shit." Scratching the back of his neck as he looked your body up head to toe his whole face turning red. "You look amazing."

"Thanks." Wiping your hands down the side of the dress as you gave him a weak smile.

"Alright let's go."

Walking down the steps all three heads looked up to see you standing at the bottom of the steps like you were some kind of mythical creature. Santi had his mouth partially open in shock, while Benny licked his lips like you were something sweet. Then there was Will.

Clenching his hands into fists by his side as he tried to control his breathing. If the other guys were there he would have grabbed you so quickly and bent your over the railing. You were the best damn looking woman he has ever seen, and that dress made you look mysterious and seductive.

"God damn you look scrumptious." Benny groaned as he placed a fist up to his mouth.

"You're wearing that dress all the time." Santi agreeing with Benny as they began acting like horny teenage boys.

Looking down at your feet as all the men continued to drool over you. Frankie awkwardly coughed to snap them out of their day dreaming of what you probably looked like under neath those clothes. Looking back at him mouthing a quick thank you to him.

It made you feel good about yourself for a split second, but then you remembered where you were, and what kind of people you were surrounded by.

"Fuck let's go." Will groaned as he grabbed the keys and one by one you all headed out the door.

Will was struggling to control his hormones, and could feel himself getting hard picturing you in that dress. If the other men weren't here he'd already have you pinned against the wall with your dress bunched up around your hips, and his fingers touching you.

Shaking those vivid images from his mind of what you would look like underneath him moaning his name. He was never the type of guy to let a woman make him feel things. The other guys were most likely thinking that too.

As you piled into the car you were smushed between Benny and Frankie. Santi took his place in the drivers seat and once again Will took his seat in the passenger. You were going to have to figure out why he did that. It seemed weird he didn't want to drive.

For the first time since last night you were feeling good about yourself. You kind of felt powerful with how you made the boys act with how you dressed. Dress like that more often and you could probably walk away without a scratch. Although you were pretty positive you'd have better chance just trying to escape.

"Let's move." Will ordered as the rest of you got out to see a huge line waiting outside the club waiting to get in.

Looking at the club that had green and black lights shining down, and a neon sign that said Venom. There was multiple security guards standing outside, and once they saw your group they all stepped aside letting them by greeting each other with nods.

Guess the one good thing about being around them was getting into clubs without having to pay or wait outside with everyone else. Nobody dared to even groan either as they were let him probably knowing exactly who they were. Getting glares from the other women who looked at you with jealousy.

Walking through the doors there was strobe lights flickering all around the club. The dance floor was packed with sweating bodies, and the bar lined up with pretty woman chatting up desperate men. On another side it looked like there was gambling tables, and VIP booths. Assuming that was where they man they were looking for is.

You could feel a hand wrap around your waist looking from your side view to see that it was Will. The hand that was now applying pressure to your skin was starting to tingle. He didn't seem phased at all meanwhile you were panting and sweating by just a single touch.

"You want anything to drink?" Placing his lips almost on your ear as you all sat in a huge booth gated off from everybody else.

"Uh yeah I'll take whatever." Shouting over the music making him chuckle.

He motioned to a woman who was clearly the bottle service saying something to her as she nodded with a grin. Next thing you knew watched multiple women came heading towards the table wearing lingerie with a liquor bottle in each hand. The middle of the table had glasses, and buckets of ice along with stuff to mix in your drink if you needed it.

This was going to be your excuse to get hammered and try to forget everything that happened over the last twenty four hours. Maybe if they got drunk enough they'd forget about you, and you could walk out of here.

"Let me know if you see him." Will informed the guys who put on their laser focus.

Sitting there awkwardly as the rest of the men talked to each other looking towards the dance floor. Will's main focus was to spot the man they were looking for. Chugging back your drink as you began to make another one.

The burn felt good going down your throat. It was already taking its affect as you could feel yourself starting to loosen up. Bobbing your head along to the beat, and swaying your body back and forth catching the attention of Will.

"Found him." You heard him shout over to Benny who nodded placing his drink down.

"Pope come with us." Bradley ordered as he stood up. "Fish stay with her don't let her out of your sight."

"What if I have to pee?" If it wasn't for the alcohol in your system you wouldn't have said that, but it amused everyone but Will.

"Guess you'll have to ruin that dress then." He had an answer for everything huffing as he turned around leaving the booth.

Frankie nodded as he scooted closer to you watching the three men disappear walking towards the mini casino area. Frankie already knew what was about to probably go down, meanwhile you had a very vague idea what was about to happen.

"You might want to slow down." He suggested as he watched you pouring yourself another glass of straight liquor. "We have all night."

"I don't care I need this." Shaking your glass back and forth as you tossed it back with no problem this time.

"The hangover won't be worth it." He was trying to reason with you but you didn't want to hear it.

"Whatever." None of them had a right to tell you how you should feel or react to things.

"You'll still be with us tomorrow." This time he was being realistic and wanted you to realize there was no getting out of this no matter what you did or said.

"You think I don't know that." Snapping at him feeling your blood boiling. "Why the fuck do you think I'm trying to get drunk?"

"Alright okay you've made your point." Putting his hands up in surrender not wanting to make you anymore angry.

You really didn't want to yell at Frankie like that, but with all these emotions you were feeling you couldn't help it. One minute they could be doing everything to keep you alive, and the next then having you dig your own grave while they shoot you in the head.

There was no way you'd still be here with them if your father was alive. He'd have them all arrested or shot the minute they put their hands on you. Wishing now that he was still alive so you could be back in the comfort of your own house and bed.

"He's not all bad you know." You didn't need to hear a name to know who he was talking about.

"You have to say that he's your boss." Shaking your head at him not in the mood to hear his excuses for him.

"Actually I'm saying that cause he's not just my boss but my friend." Looking over at Frankie this time with a defiant look on your face.

"Could have fooled me." Cocking your head to the side as you poured yourself another shot.

"He really isn't." Scoffing at him as you looked over to the gambling tables unable to see them. "Once you get to know him at least."

"I don't want to get to know him." Before Frankie could say anything shots rang out in the club making everyone scream.

Rough hands grabbing you as he pulled you into him and shielding you from any bullets. Your body was frozen and you felt the full weight of terror strike your body. Trying not to cry as the possibility of death floated in your mind.

You've been around guns before and heard them go off, but it was never in a public place where you knew dangerous men were. In that moment all you wanted was your family, and to hold them and have them tell you everything was going to be alright.

Wondering who was firing and who was hit? Watching as the patrons scattered like little bugs that felt danger, and didn't want to be in the cross hairs of whoever was firing.

"Fucking get her." Was all you heard before someone else grabbed you.

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yuri-is-online · 3 days

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I love the Fyuuture kid au. Could I ask for Ace!yutu, the idea of Yutu getting second hand embarrassment at Ace's flirting attempts makes me laugh so much, just yutu standing there watching ace self sabotage himself when it comes to Yuu wondering how Yuu and Ace managed to get together in the future. (Yutu has definitely judged his father a few times in silence)

Another thing that lives rent free in my head when thinking of Ace and Yutu is when Ace finds out that Yuu is basically dead in the future. That has to be a crushing discovering for him considering that he's (and Deuce) very protective of Yuu

(also the idea of Deuce's future co workers deciding that Yuu is a danger and basically cursed Yuu to die has to make him feel uneasy about weather he'd want to work for a company that basically sentenced Yuu to die once everything is resolved but that's a conversation for another day)

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here.

Slight bit of clarification, the Magical Marshall's appear to be a government organization, or perhaps a type of law enforcement that each government has? The way Deuce spoke about it made me think they sound similar to a counter terrorism unit, but either way your point still stands. While Deuce never gets the complete picture of what happened to Yuu, he still knows in his heart it was his office that hurt them, and it's extremely difficult for him to live with. The office stands by it's decision to the bitter end, no matter what he says or how many monster attacks are reported. And if he gets too annoying, well they already made you disappear.

And with that lovely thought let's talk about Ace!

Ace! Yutu is a fairly normal kid. He doesn't really have friends, maybe a discord buddy or two who he plays games with, but no one he really trusts to talk with about his family situation. And he does see it as a situation, Yuu might be doing their best to make things normal for the two of them but the entire situation just stinks. Yutu knows there's something wrong with it but he can't put his finger on what…

Very smart. He taught himself how to count cards and got in trouble at school more than once for running blackjack games where he took a bunch of money from his classmates. Not his fault they suck at cards! And sure he could just cheat like normal (he's just as good at cutting the deck as dear old dad) but it's much more fun to do something technically legal. It makes people that much more mad, which he finds really funny.

He tries to not talk about his dad that much, though he might make a joke or two about fatherless behavior. Much like Cater! Yutu, he assumes that his dad is probably dead and while he's very curious, he's reluctant to poke at Yuu's memories for fear of causing them more pain. When he does think about his dad he tends to romanticize things, Yuu's description of him makes their relationship sound really sweet. Marrying his best friend sounds great to Yutu, his dad must have felt really lucky to have managed to obtain that.

Getting isekaid doesn't phase this Yutu at all. He was already so convinced something was off back in your world, learning he was a mage and all about Yuu's adventures just confirms all of his assumptions. Getting placed into Heartslabyul and being told that was Ace's dorm thrills him, doubly so when he gives Crewel his first migraine and gets told he's just like him. That's not to say Yutu is completely happy about his situation; his father is dead (Yutu refuses to acknowledge the monster wearing his face as a person) and Yuu effectively died ages ago, the curse placed on them just drew it out for a cruel amount of time. Yutu's angry, and what's worse is that he doesn't really have one person he can fix the blame on. He wishes Yuu or Ace were alive so he could ask who they blame, who he needs to seek out to get them justice. When the others propose traveling back in time he leaps at it without a second thought.

Crewel does try to tell Yutu about his dad, but his descriptions sort of go over Yutu's head until he actually meets him. To be fair to Yutu, he's not completely off in his assumptions about how Ace felt about Yuu, it's obvious that Ace was smitten with his parent from the start but he doesn't fully understand the denial Crewel is talking about. The blot monster Ace became is very cocky, and excels at misdirection so why would he be shy about flirting with Yuu?

Well maybe shy isn't the right word for whatever he's looking at now. Ace is reluctant to leave Yuu's side, but he has so many excuses as to why that it hurts his soul, wouldn't it just be easier to say "because I'm worried about you?" Instead of insulting Yuu's ability to take care of themselves and joking about you needing him but only joking! It's not like he really wants you to! And don't get him STARTED on all the little excuses Ace finds to touch you. It makes him seriously reconsider his whole opinion on wanting to marry his best friend thing because god if this is level of pathetic what it takes he doesn't think he could cope.

He assumes (maybe correctly) that Yuu is the one who made a move on Ace and that's how they got together in his timeline, something that high-key offends Ace when he finds out and he encourages you to be honest with Ace if you ever open up about your frustrations with him. That doesn't mean he ever gives Ace a break though, Ace is already suspicious of Yutu's intentions towards Yuu but his constant dunking on him has earned him Deuce's respect, so now he's lost both of his friends! What the hell guys you're supposed to be on his side!

Ace's distrust of Yutu doesn't bother Trappola Jr at all. On the contrary he thinks it's a good thing, the more he interacts with the first year group the more he appreciates how solid of a head Ace has on his shoulders. It doesn't make up for him being cringe, but it does make Yutu think he could maybe trust his dad with the truth.

I don't think any of the boys take the reveal of what Yutu's future is like well, but Ace's is especially bad. He thinks about all of the close calls he has seen you have, how afraid he was when he got those messages from you over Winter break, the S.T.Y.X. attack, every overblot he has ever seen, and now his own child is telling him that you made it through all that and his bad attempts at flirting but didn't get a happy ending. He has the same set of emotions that Yutu does, anger and grief that he has no one to really blame for. Yutu is sad he doesn't have an answer but grateful he isn't alone anymore.

The reveal makes Ace's teasing actually insufferable, he's so fucking cocky now that he knows you liiiiiike him back. See that boy over there? Actually living proof that you're into him, kinda cringe actually! He bets you used to have a crush on him too (just turn it around on him if you're in public he will melt.)

They like to try and out play each other in cards, Ace can't card count but he is better at reading people and better at cutting the deck so they have a pretty even win loss ratio. Yutu isn't above whining to Yuu about how his dad is being mean if he's on a losing streak, something that makes Ace fold quicker than he'd like. Neither of them will ever admit it out loud but they have a silent competition for your affection, Ace thinks you should be cheering for him since he's your future husband and Yutu thinks that you should cheer for him because he is capable of being honest about his emotions. When Grim starts whining for attention they call a truce and fight him instead.

Speaking of Grim, he has a relatively good opinion of Yutu in general based off seeing him as Henchuman 2 but when he finds out Ace is his dad? Respect ended he always knew that Yutu kid was a loser... all those times he refused to get him tuna make so much more sense now!

Learning about the future makes Ace even more protective of Yuu, and he doesn't make it much of a secret either. There's something about learning that your partner is supposed to die that makes you care a lot less about what your classmates think. That protectiveness extends to Yutu, but Ace is a bit more subtle with that. He understands that he isn't the version of himself that the kid needs to hear from, that he might not be able to give Yutu the support he needs but he loves the kid so much it sort of scares him. He's really looking forward to getting to be with Yuu and Yutu in the future, and if that means he has to put a little extra work in then so be it.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trapolla x reader #ace trapolla x yuu #aceyuu #future kid au

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utilitycaster · 1 year

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Wizard Breakdown Tracker, 3x50

Welcome back to the feature that no one asked for but everyone wanted, the Wizard Breakdown Tracker. As a reminder, in the context of Campaign 3 Caleb Widogast is an NPC and will be included, but we are sticking to wizards who have explicitly made an appearance in Campaign 3 AND are confirmed wizards. That's right: do not fucking @ me about Oremid Hass.

Caleb Widogast: the man, the myth, the non-werewolf himself. Dirt Wizard has become Dust Wizard. Anyway, let's consider the scenario. He's hanging out with Beau so that's good. He got to watch a bunch of dumb idiots take down a mecha, which I think he'd enjoy. He's tracking Ludinus Da'leth, his current greatest nemesis now that Trent's been rotting in prison (presumably? Ludinus did apparently break out but also Trent has the spicy collar for naughty wizards who bark too much at teen prodigies perma-glued to his neck. Plus it's been 7 years so maybe he just fucking died). However, it sounds like things went a little sideways in the Shadowfell, he's wearing a fucking high collar with a scarf in the desert which cannot be comfortable, and, as has been far more eloquently pointed out elsewhere, this is his only apogee solstice and he's spending it dealing with Ludinus's bullshit. Man is cranky. 6/10.

Planerider Ryn: well. she is currently a rock. technically there are benefits to this, but they do not outweigh the considerable drawbacks. 0/10 breakdown because she's unaware of anything happening, but I'm going to guess...7/10 on the mohs hardness scale?

Gus of the Green Seekers: This is all well above his pay grade. He's probably chilling out in Jrusar, trying to make it work with Ogdes. 2/10 because the paperwork sucks.

Tuldus: Is he dead or is he just trapped with Baryn and Ebenold in the fire plane? Unclear. Who cares! He is, as Ryn said, a fucking idiot, and I doubt he's been left to run free, and also, go to fucking therapy and leave everyone else alone, dipshit. 9/10.

Ludinus Da'leth: I must admit. I will hate to see him go; he's a fascinating villain and it's incredibly possible that he has been using the Cerberus Assembly for its entire existence as a wizard council body to try to kill the gods because of misplaced generational trauma, which is the sort of long-game elf wizard machinations I live for. With that said his plan sucks and is terrible and countless people would die for no reason. I suspect he's got a clue that Beau and Caleb are on his trail, and also, I bet he fucking hates this weather just as much as Caleb does, and the Feywild Key is leveled and the Shadowfell Key damaged and there's sand EVERYWHERE. 8/10. FINALLY, we've gotten under the skin of Exandria's smoothest wizard operator.

#ludinus but doing the sand monologue from the star wars prequels #critical role #critical role spoilers #wizard breakdown tracker

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bitchycatwizard · 1 year

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A Petty and Subtle Danny

Danny as Phantom has during the past month or so being almost shoot by his parents a few to many times,

And as Danny he has been kept awake by their noisy work, been spun around inside the GAV (he had no clue why he needed to be there) and hear their very detailed dreams of tearing Phantom limb from limb at the dinner table (when they bothered to turn up at all).

3 weeks into this unusually bad month he downloaded a bunch of their research papers in a desperate attempt to get himself to sleep.

This works for a night or three.

But on the fourth night he started to notice something.

It was contradicting other papers.

It would take him another 2 weeks, but in the end he had read every single academic paper his parents had written on ecto-biology and other ecto-science adjacent topics.

It was about 109 papers written between his parents over a period of 23 years.

98 of them was about ecto-science, the other 11 was about energy sources, mechanics and weapons. all that seemed to have been patented and the sold to various industries (Hammer Industries, Lexcorp, VladCO, among others).

Probably what financed them outside of all the tax fraud.

But those 98.

Out of those 98, 76 in some way or form contradicted each other.

And since there was always a note somewhere in all the papers referencing another paper, none of the could be disregarded as obsolete.

Not to talk about the Ecto-Biology and Ecto-Psychology ones.

Where the idea that ghosts can not feel pain and ar all evil is just....... made up.

There is about 43 dissections refernced (yikes), all with videos (fuck me, my eyes!!!)

30 other experiments and 20 odd other things.

Not a single one of them proves their theories and most actively talks against them.

But all evidence is ignored (Danny starts to think of them as being in a cult).

Danny is dead tired (ha) and quite angry.

As the third explosion of the night goes out this one almost throws him out of his bed.

Now, he is not only angry.

Now, he feels very Petty.

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It takes a little while.

But with some help from Tucker and Sam after they had both read his findings.

But both had very technical skills.

Tucker who could sent out mass email without them turning into spam and made sure that the computers themself wanted to show this mail to it’s owner.

And Sam who could speak “Upper Classism” and write invites in away that rich and (People who saw themself as) important would come.

And she had the spending money that she could convince a high grade university to be the battle ground (it did not even take as much in Donation as they thought it would).

Danny made sure that the 98 research papers ended up in the right hands, together with a dokument and slide show that showd how impossible the research was if it was all in the same file.

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The Fentons was lured to the University thanks to promises of Research grants/titles/A fudge festival whatever.

And in front of a whole load of professors, industry people, mystics, rich cunts, and others, they now have to defend their research.

Not because they are kooks.

Not because they are ghost believers.

Not because they are a danger to themself, their children and Amity Park.

But because they are bad scientists.

And if they fail, they might loose the Doctors title.

Danny and the rest will watch, with bated breath.

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Afterwords

You can see this as a very long writing prompt.

Or if you know any similar fics, tell me.

-Have a good one.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #danny phantom au #tucker foley #sam mason #vlad masters #maddie fenton #jack fenton #writing prompts #writing inspiration #fanfiction #fanfic #academic #academy #research #ghosts #dissection

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junebugtwin · 2 years

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you know, it strikes me, that for all her ‘my way or the highway’ attitude, and frustration with others not immediately agreeing with her plans/moral framework- Taylor never asks anyone to do anything that she isn’t going to do herself.

Taylor is not Alexandria- or Cauldron for that matter, even though at a passing glance they share similarities- she’s not willing to let others suffer the shitty parts while she stands aside, smug and with all the cards in her hands.

She holds everyone to the same standards she holds herself.

The problem is that the standards she holds herself at are absolutely bum-fuck wild! She fights Lung on her first night out with an incomplete costume, no lethal weaponry, no martial arts or combat training of any kind, with a power that his almost completely counters! But she heard that he was going to kill a bunch of kids! What was she supposed to do?? Run away all call the PRT like and normal fifteen year old????

Sure Coil has a terrifyingly all-knowing thinker power, millions of dollars, an army equipped with tinkertech, and is literally one of the high ups in the PRT- he kidnapped and drugged a child!!! So what if she could do so many important things with the money she gets doing jobs for him, and so what her literal only friends in the world won’t stop working with him and she’ll inevitably snap like a baby carrot if she’s left completely alone without any anchors??? Did you not hear about the part with the drugged child!!!

Yes of course she’s going to an Endbringer fight even though Leviathan no sells her power and her power is bugs and she has like zero allies and also a grown man is trying to kill her during the Truce! And okay yeah of course she’s going to get up close and personal with the creature that can swat Alexandria like a fly and literally just fucked Armsmaster within an inch of his life- that’s just the decent thing to do!

She’ll work with Lung- even though he publicly, loudly, and clearly announces he wants her dead- and she’ll work with Sophia even though yes technically Sophia did kinnndaa bully her into triggering for literal shits and giggles. She’ll help Eidolon out of a tight spot even though she’s pretty sure that he’s literally part of an evil interdimensional cult full of people who have never heard of informed consent- because, well, Echidna!

Flechette can fuse a literal crossbolt into bone, and Rachel can almost get her captured in the middle of a fight, and Amy can threaten to give her cancer while her spine is broken because she decided to risk her life 1v1ing Leviathan- and okay, she doesn’t love any of that, but she can still work with them- still help them, despite any grievous bodily harm that may or may not have occurred.

She realizes that the chances are so so slim that she’ll survive the fight with Scion- that any of them will- but she still fights with every last thing she has and then some, because that’s just who the fuck she is.

And more to the point- it’s who the fuck she wants everyone else to be too.

#not that this is a good mentality mind you #I just think it's an interesting one #taylors such a fun protag #worm #parahumans #taylor #taylor hebert #skitter #im just rambling about taylor again please ignore this if you're tired of that already lol

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Wait, people think Carver is the best TWDG villain?? I always thought he was basic as hell, and the fact that he was beefing with an 11-years old girl... Now Stranger on the other hand was great, he was super intimidating and off-putting and I was genuinely so scared he would hurt Clementine. I also liked Minnie for the same reasons (she was so creepy/off-putting), but I still think Stranger is the best villain bc he had a great setup while Minnie was kind of a secondary villain. But going back to Lilly/Carver, I also definitely prefer Lilly over Carver even though neither are my favorite... And now I'm kind of curious how you would rank the rest of the TWDG villains? 🤔

carver being the best villain is a sentiment ive heard for years 😭 im sure its coming from the "S2 is the best season" crowd tho which i also dont agree with 💀

the stranger is an effective villain. hes not exactly the typical villain type people expect. but hes very unsettling and him stalking clementine for who even knows how long through the walkie talkie is 🤢 he really makes me feel sick. she was using that talkie to deal with the loss of her parents, and this fucking creep took advantage of that so hard he was able to convince her to trust him. ugh he makes me feel so gross. and think of all the guilt clem must have about that situation. trusting this freak to help her find her parents, when if she had just stayed then lee wouldnt have gotten bit looking for her, and her parents were already dead the entire time anyway. oof. theres no way that isnt one of the biggest regrets of her life

carver is fine. i definitely think his character wouldve made more sense if they put kenny in that role instead. that way theres less "i am a grown man beefing with an 11 year old" and more "this is a child i helped look out for once, and im gonna make sure shes raised Right". but i agree that carver as he is is just over the top. overly villainous to the point of it being a little comical. like when villains are all tough like that my reaction is usually "god i WISH youd fucking kill me already so i dont have to hear your bullshit anymore do you know how GOOFY you sound??". if it was kenny in that role i definitely think they wouldve been able to tone it back a bit, and him "having a good side" wouldve been way more believable. as he is carver is kind of one note

joan.... definitely the weakest of the bunch. i dont really have much to say about her. david isnt even technically a villain but i definitely saw him as the better antagonist for the season. i mean hes definitely a villain in clems eyes. and is a constant semi-antagonist towards javi throughout the whole season. joans just kinda.. there.. doing things behind the scenes to cause conflict until the final confrontation. and then she can just disappear... okay

i like the way the antagonists work in S4. theres more of a discussion around what actually makes someone a villain and the difference between a person who fucked up and made (very horrible) mistakes, and a person who is straight up a threat. and i like that it connects back to the idea of lee and his murder of that senator. did he do something horrible? yes. did he destroy his relationship to his family? yes. does he regret what he did? i think so. and he definitely has guilt about his fucked up relationship with his wife. in S1 they mention how non-guilty people got sent to prison all the time. while lee is Definitely a murderer, we get to see over the season that hes a good guy who just wanted a family and in a moment of rage and betrayal did something he can never take back. this is why i never hated marlon. did he fuck up and do horrible things? of course. but he was a scared fucked up teen leading a group of other scared fucked up teens. he knows he fucked up, and continued fucking up to cover for his previous fuck ups lol. but he can be talked down. its a shame it ends the way it does, but i really like being able to teach aj the difference between people like marlon and people like lilly

lilly takes that kenny/carver idea and applies it to a clementine that has grown up and has been looking out for herself (and baby aj) for years now, instead of the 11 year old trying to figure shit out she was in S2. shes too old for lilly to be able to sway her in a way she couldve been more susceptible to in S2, and when lilly finally realizes this she just turns her attention to aj instead, seeing the potential in him (a potential clem does NOT want aj to live up to, wanting him to get to be a kid and not just a survivor, let alone a killer). lilly is fun because you can see in her that she WANTS clementine on her side, and throughout the season progressively realizes that its just never going to happen. both lilly AND clem come to the realization that this person they once considered family is beyond reason, their views too different, and so the fighting begins. their fight at the end of EP3 really feels like a "so its finally come to this" moment for both of them, their final fight. i always shoot her.

whats interesting about minnie is seeing her evolve from secondary antagonist in EP3 to straight up primary villain in EP4. the things shes done, the way shes been broken. she becomes her own downfall, seeing herself as someone beyond redemption. that this is just who she is now, its how things have to be. because if they didnt have to be this way? well then theres a lot more guilt she'd have to deal with. yelling at her in EP4 to just STOP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YOU DONT HAVE TO DO THIS ANYMORE but she has been changed (in her eyes) so irreparably that she cant see any other option. and she progressively sees clem as the one who fucked everything up for her, instead of accepting that it could all finally be OVER. after killing sophie, the delta was all she had left. it cant have all been for nothing. and so she blames clem for taking it all away from her, even tho clem is just trying to protect her family. the family that used to be minnies. and so in her rage she gets bit. something else that she couldve avoided. but shes just too lost to her own downward spiral, unable to be reasoned with. by that point she just wants it all to be Over. and she wants to take tenn with her so she can finally pretend things can all go back to the way they used to be. her, sophie, tenn, and their parents all together again, where no more bad things have to happen to them. shes super tragic and i love her for that. and i love how she holds this dark mirror up to clem. clem struggles to let go of her past too, and the guilt she has over the things shes done and people shes hurt. and that if she cant learn to let go and move on she could get lost to it the same way minnie did. theres a reason clem is so quick to accept her fate, but shes finally able to leave that guilt holding her to her past behind in that barn. and she returns to ericson a much happier and lighter person, so much weight finally lifted from her shoulders. its finally over for her too

so yeah. my fave villains are definitely the S4 ones due to their nuance and layers. then the stranger, then carver, then joan. if i had to put david on this list he'd probably be above carver. but thats mainly because he has more nuance than carver ever did

#S4 addressing themes of rehabilitation makes me sooo happy #twdg #long as post be upon you #replies with lexi #incognito

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simplepotatofarmer · 1 year

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Hello! I’m a big fan of your rivalsduo fics and analysis and I wanted to ask your thoughts on something I noticed!

So, when the community house is blown up, Tommy switches to sides to Tubbo and confirms he’s betraying Techno and this exchange happens:

Techno: “Wooow. Welp. 1 v 30 it is! Who wants to go up first?!”

Dream: “No. No no no no no no. Listen, listen..”

Techno: “..Okay.”

I always love picking apart rivalsduo moments but do you think Techno calming down for the moment when Dream asks him to wait shows a sort of established trust they have in each other? A trust sort of based on the fact that they don’t want to be in direct conflict with each other and, therefore, have faith that the other won’t take any action against them without a warning?

The moment just stuck with me on a rewatch and i might be over analyzing but I thought ur thoughts would be neat :]

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i actually think this moment is super telling!

because it comes after another very important c!techno moment: he's just been betrayed by tommy. you can hear in techno's voice how this bothers him. the way he says 'wow' and then pivots directly into preparing for a fight.

because techno has been here before! he's been betrayed in a very similar way and it ended with a battle. technically two times if you consider the red festival (which I do).

so techno does what he does best. he takes the very real hurt he feels and tries to deflect away from it by giving people what they think of him as; violent and a weapon.

and to be clear, this isn't an impossible situation for techno! it would be hard, sure, but he has pearls, he could get away in the same method he had just suggested to tommy. he has potions, he has his gear. if he wanted a fight, he could have one and get away.

but dream speaks and techno immediately switches his demeanor. he doesn't even know what dream is going to suggest, but he drops the 'blade weapon' persona instantly and goes 'okay'.

it'd be easy to say that's because techno knows from everything that happened, dream is ostensibly on his side but all things considered, sides mean nothing.

so, what do we have?

we have two people who have never gone against each other. as dream would state later, he's never betrayed techno. he's gone out of his way to help techno and has saved techno's life. and techno knows dream doesn't want to go against him. their brief confrontation at the portal told him this! he had the chance to fight techno right then and there, to go back with backup later, or to use the favor to get techno to hand over tommy. but dream does none of these things. he just kinda shrugs and goes 'eh whatever'.

that makes it very easy for techno to stand down. dream doesn't even have to tell him why or anything. he just tells techno to wait and techno does. because what dream's reason for this is or what he might be planning isn't the relevant part. it doesn't matter what dream follows his 'wait' up with. (in this case the immediate follow up is just insulting tubbo a whole bunch before he even gets to the point)

because the follow up isn't what techno is basing his decision on. he's basing it on the fact he trusts dream. and sure, it's not in a wholesome, 'we're best friends' way. it's in the way that someone who has been betrayed a whole bunch trusts someone who hasn't betrayed them and has done everything to help them. if dream wanted techno dead, he could've. multiple times. which right now is the most important thing to techno: dream has not only never betrayed him but has consistently worked to put himself on techno's side. which means, yeah! he's going to listen to dream! he's gonna step down, he's gonna switch gears because he has no reason not to.

and this leads to another moment in this whole thing i think is an important piece: dream again defers cashing in the favor and stating that techno was already going to destroy l'manberg. it puts them on the same level. this is a choice that techno is making (and this aspect is important enough i've talked about it before) and he is dream's equal in this whole thing.

it makes it easy to see why techno considers dream as someone he can trust, listen to, and eventually risk his life for.

#dsmp analysis #dream smp #rivals duo #technoblade #dreamwastaken #c!techno #c!dream #rivalsblr #long post

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Official Girl Part 2

AN: Always believe in making the most of your second chance

Synopsis: After Jack made the decision that the two of you should just be friends, he finds himself wishing that he could have that ol thing back

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: a whole bunch of my beautiful readers! I love yall so much!

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Jack had now been on tour for two months and he was excited to be able to travel the world and perform for his fans.

He admits that he got less excited when the realization hit him that you wouldn't be with him a week before it kicked off.

That had been the original plan.

Until you cheated on him.

Well, technically it wasn't cheating since the two of you weren't officially together.

But, at the time the two of you weren't talking to anyone else so...

Jack considered it cheating.

Jack and his entire team were currently on a flight to Finland and he was passing the time by scrolling on his phone.

On instagram.

But more specifically,

Your Instagram.

He had been wondering what you had been up to since the last time the two of you had talked.

The last time the two of you had talked, he had told you that he only wanted to be friends.

But, the question is....

Is that what he really wanted?

He was interrupted by Urban who had peeked over his shoulder and seen what had him so intrigued.

"You have literally been on her page for close to an hour."

"No I haven't."

"You have. Will you just talk to her? We can all tell how much you miss her."

"Nah, I just...."

"You miss her so stop acting like a dumbass and get your girl back."

"But she cheated on me."

"Ehh, I wouldn't exactly call that cheating."

Jack raised his eyebrows in response to Urban waiting for an explanation.

"You never actually asked her to be your girlfriend and seeing that video might have made her think you didn't want to be with her."

"But..."

"I'm not done. What she did was fucked up and definitely should have asked you first but I mean come on... you can only be so mad at her.”

"But..."

"And another thing. It was your idea for the two of you to be friends and not hers. You sitting up here miserable knowing that you still want her. You haven't even been with anyone else since her."

"She probably doesn't want to talk to me. She probably moved on. She literally hosts parties for other celebrities as her actual day job with people constantly surrounding her."

"I doubt that."

"Besides, I'm good."

"Good with what? The two of you being friends but barely talking? Not even barely now that I think about. Not at all. You haven't said anything to her since that day we saw her in Atlanta. Friends don’t do that."

"I'm just focusing on myself Urb."

"Uh huh focusing on yourself but rereading her text messages over and over and stalking her Instagram page?"

Silence.

"Exactly. Just talk to her."

"But... I can't trust her."

This lead to Urban rolling his eyes.

"Did you forget about the little reputation of you being a playboy? You not so innocent either."

"I just.... what if she does it again?"

"The way that you told me she was pleading for you to take her back, I doubt it."

Neelam couldn't help but to overhear the conversation and she simply rolled her eyes.

She wasn't a fan of you in the slightest since finding out you "cheated". But if we were really being honest, she really didn’t like you before that either.

She really wouldn’t even say two words to you and you could never put your finger on as to why.

You had heard such good things about her, but the way she acted towards you, made you steer clear.

"You can do better."

This caught both Jack and Urban's attention.

They knew that Neelam didn't care for you.

Urban was all for giving you another chance and Jack well, he just didn't know what to do.

"Nee..."

"No. She was dead wrong for what she did. She could've just asked you but instead what does she do? Go and fuck her ex. My vote is no. Besides for your image do you honestly want to be connected to an Instagram influencer?"

"But, she made me feel different. A good different."

"Don't tell me that you love her." Neelam said as she rolled her eyes.

Jack simply looked down at his phone at one of the last text messages that you sent after he had cut ties with you.

Jack, I can't tell you how sorry I am for doing this to us. You mean everything to me and I do admit I acted out of anger. Just please give us another chance so I can prove to you that you're the only one for me.

As hard as it was for him to do, he left you on read when you had first sent the text.

His biggest concern was if the two of you actually did get into a relationship he needs to be sure that nothing like this will ever happen again.

"But I do."

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You were currently getting ready for one of your many club appearances and you were actually excited for this one.

It had been a long time since you had gotten excited for your job and embraced the feeling.

You were still somewhat sad about the whole Jack situation, but I mean... as much as you wanted to you couldn't stop living.

And you definitely wanted to when he said that he just wanted for the two of you to be friends.

Your heart shattered that day.

You were... better.

You did leave your apartment for things other than work which took a lot of effort on your part.

However, if you could turn back the hands of time you would.

Then maybe just maybe you would be a whole lot happier right now.

Tonight you were headed to Blue Flame in downtown Atlanta and you would be hosting no one other than Drake himself.

You were a huge fan of him and his team actually reached out to you a few weeks ago for the event.

Of course you said yes.

It was nearing 10 PM when you started to make your way out the door, wearing one of your newest outfits that you bought in order to give yourself a little pick me up, while wearing your famous Hello Kitty necklace that Jack had bought for you and decided to wear your hair down.

You were honestly surprised that he didn’t ask for it back seeing how you knew this shit was expensive.

He had went to the same person that made his Kentucky chain.

I guess it just serves as a reminder as to what was and what used to be.

You just prayed that tonight would go smoothly.

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yourinstagramname: Blue Flame!! Come party with me and the one and only champagnepapi tonight! See you soon 😉

champagnepapi: we about to shut it down!

urbanandjack24: wait did jackharlow like this!? are they seeing each other again!?!

jackharlowsource: okay Jackman we see you 👀

Drake caught wind of Jack being in Atlanta and invited him out to his event at Blue Flame since he was taking a few days off.

This just so happened to be the event that you had put together and Jack didn't realize it until he saw your post on instagram and he was already on his way to meet him.

You had seen where he liked your post and your heart had definitely skipped several beats.

But, you decided not to get your hopes up since he literally told you that he wanted the two of you to be friends and nothing more.

You were making your way around the club mingling with everyone until you saw him.

Jack.

Your breath immediately hitched and you had to regain your composure before someone noticed your sudden change in demeanor.

You knew for a fact that he hadn't been there 20 minutes ago since that's the time you had left Drake in VIP.

He was now sitting with him and you also caught sight of Urban and the rest of PG.

Your friend Kayla just so happened to come with you and immediately saw that you became flustered.

“You okay?”

“NO!”

“Why?”

“He’s here. In VIP. With Drake!”

“Okay, so this might be his way of telling you he wants to try again.”

“No, he made that very clear that he only wanted for us to be friends.”

“It’s been a few months so you never know.”

“I doubt it. Like you didn't see the way he looked at me when he said it. He was so hurt and the fact that I was the cause behind the hurt… just… he made me so happy and I ruined it."

"But he has to see your side too. You didn't have a title to your relationship."

"True, but I hurt him and I hurt him bad. And then ended up hurting my damn self."

"But didn't he also tell you that there could possibly be hope for the two of you in the future?"

"Hmm yeah.. but like I said. I'm not getting my hopes up. And fuck I have to go back up there."

"I'll go for you."

"Thank you. I just can't do it."

Meanwhile in VIP, Jack was having an entire meltdown ever since he saw you making your way around the club down below.

Drake had told him that you had literally been in VIP with him ten minutes before he had gotten there.

He was secretly praying that you would make your way back up to VIP, but he had no idea what he would say to you if you did.

He even ordered alcohol which had Urban confused as all hell seeing as he hadn’t drank in a year.

“Would you stop staring at her?!” Urban basically yelled at him.

“I’m staring?”

“Yes, again. For the eighth time. Go and talk to her.”

“Nah, she doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“I wish you would stop being a dumbass about the whole thing. She has to know you’re here by now.”

“Well I’ll be here for a few days so maybe later.”

All Urban did was roll his eyes.

“You just like being miserable, huh?”

“Well, no... just.... what if she doesn’t even want to be friends anymore?”

“You are literally raising your blood pressure up for no reason. SHE WANTS YOU BACK.”

“I’m going to need another drink if I’m going to get through this.” Jack said while staring down at you talking to one of your friends down below. His eyes hadn’t left you all night.

“And you don’t even drink anymore, so therefore I know it’s bad.”

“She makes me nervous, man.”

“I can’t wait until you grow some balls and go talk to her, I’m about to go get her.” Urban was trying to get up but Jack immediately pulled him back.

“NO! I’ll do it.”

“I don’t believe you and you’re about to be staring at her all night.”

“Just.. I will....”

“SHE’S LEAVING! GO GET HER!” Urban exclaimed as he saw you making your way towards the exit.

“I need another drink.”

“SERIOUSLY?”

---

You had taken a shower and gotten settled and was now laying down considering it was almost two in the morning.

You number one mission had been to avoid Jack and you had been successful... or so you thought.

There was a knock on the door leaving you confused on who it could be.

You figured it might be Kayla since she did come over from time to time after you two would be finished and event so you went to open the door startled to see that Jack was on the other side of it.

Your breath immediately hitched in your throat as you took in his appearance.

He looked so good and you were not expecting for him to come and see you.

I mean yall hadn’t talked for months and you figured that he didn’t want to be bothered with you anymore despite him saying that the two of you could be friends.

Friends didn’t ignore each other and the last thing you wanted was to be rejected so you didn’t bother to reach out to him first.

“Uhh, hey...”

You were immediately cut off when he reached down to kiss you taken you aback and surprising you.

“What...Umm.. okay that was... unexpected.”

“I just... I miss you okay and I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“But you said...”

“I know what I said but I’ve been fucking miserable since I told you that I just wanted for us to be friends. And seeing you tonight in person....”

“So you still want to be with me even after I treated you like shit?”

“I should have made you my girlfriend a long time ago and that wouldn’t have ever happened.”

You moved to the side so that he could come into your condo and you both sat in the living room next to each other as you were taking this all in.

This has to be a dream of some sort because you couldn’t believe he was here in front of you.

He simply took your hand in his and you missed this feeling of the two of your hands being together.

“So, what do you say?”

Your eyes started to water because you honestly didn’t think deep down that you deserved a second chance.

“But, I hurt you and I shouldn’t...”

“I’m willing to start over if you are. Like a clean slate and I promise to never bring it up again.”

“Jack... but it’s still going to hang over my head. Like you are the only want I wanted and when I saw the video, I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

“I just wish you would’ve came to me because I would have told you everything, but I’m at fault too because I should have flat out made my intentions clear. I mean even though I bought you things and spent time with you, that isn’t the same as flat out telling you.”

“Very true.”

“I’ve fucking missed you so please give me an answer and if you don’t want...”

“Hold up Jackman, I never said I didn’t want you or didn’t want this. I just...”

“Just let me love you the way I know you deserve to be loved.” Jack pleaded with you as he slid you onto his lap.

“And from now on, you come to me when you need an explanation about something, not anyone else. Understood?”

“Yes, I get it.”

“Soooo...”

“Soooo.....”

“You want to pack your bags so you can come with me on tour when I leave again in a few days and stay with me until then?”

“Yes, I’d love too.” You replied while kissing him and then Jack proceeded to place kisses all over your face making you laugh.

“I missed you so much.” He confessed as he pinched your cheek.

“I missed you too. And you can tell Urban I owe him 200 dollars.”

“Wait, for what?”

“We made a bet saying how you would take me back and he was right so I’ll run him his money. He said you were miserable and knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away from me for too long but I didn’t believe him. He actually told Drake to set this whole thing up apparently and he was expecting for you to talk to me when you saw me tonight.”

“Urb be getting on my fuckin nerves because he’s always right all the damn time.”

“Come on and help me pack and you can worry about killing him later.” You replied while kissing him once more.

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If this allowed can I ask avengers how they react when reader die?

(Hello there. I’m publishing this because I had the inspiration and because I wanted to give you something good before I truly and utterly disappear for a week. Also, if you want to know ? I did this while listening to the epic soundtrack of How To Train Your Dragon-flying theme. I’m not saying you should listen to it while reading this, buuuuuuuuttt…..😂)

"Hello there, Avengers ! Y/N here ! If you see this, it means I'm probably dead. Don't feel sorry for me though ! I got the chance to meet all of you !"

You smiled brightly at the camera and readjusted it just enough for them to have a good view of where you were filming..the burger place where you had all celebrated your win against Ultron.

"Just wanted to come back here..Seemed like a good place to say goodbye, don't you think ? Anyway, I'll see you all when your time is up. Don't think for a moment that just because I'm not here anymore, you can just slack off ! I'll be watching you from the beyond and will be expecting a full report on your life when our paths shall cross again ! So, keep being the heroes I know you are ! Oh ! And before I forget ! I made you all little one on one videos..Just, for the personal touch, you know ?"

A distant voice called you and you turned your head to shout that you were coming. You then smiled one last time at the camera.

"Welp..That's all folks ! I'll see you after the battle..or not. Just kidding ! I'm sure everything will be fine and we'll all get burgers afterwards ! See ya guys !"

Peter looked at your smile and felt such heaviness in his heart, he couldn't move and felt tears welling up. He quickly wiped them away before fast forwarding to your personal message for him.

"Peter ? Watch over that bunch of old-timers, will you ? I know they ain't much, but they're your family now..They were there when I needed them and I'm sure they'll be there for you too."

Peter had always considered you family. He lost more than just a friend the day he lost you, he lost the only one who understood him and was there for him when he was lost between being Peter and Spiderman. You showed him that there was no reason that his life couldn’t be both and that as long as he was helping people, he would remain a hero in both cases.

"Also, you're a cool dude. Just saying. Keep up the good work. Y/N out ! (Also, kiss aunt May for me, will you ?)"

Peter let out a soft chuckle before smiling and standing up, looking one last time at your face, knowing it might very well be the last time. He wiped new tears that were rolling down his cheeks before nodding.

"Okay, Y/N. I'll..I'll try. For you."

He was going to make you proud..He never thought he would have to continue the fight alone, without you by his side..but, he wouldn’t give up, because he knew you wouldn’t. He shot his spiderweb to one of the nearby building he could reach from his window and jumped, smiling through the pain. You had made sure he would be there to help more people in the future, he wouldn’t let your sacrifice be in vain. He would save as many people as he could and keep helping the Avengers until the day he would finally join you. And then ? He would tell you all about his adventures and be able to finally thank you properly.

"Just you wait, Y/N.."

"Yo, Clint ! Guess what ?! I'm dead ! Yeah..I know. Big surprise. Also, since you can't technically hold it against me now ? I ate all the cookies in the cookie jar at your house. I know I said it was the dog..But, I'm pretty sure you already knew that since you know I would never give chocolate to your very nice dog. And...cheer up, okay ? Try to live a little. Spend time with your family and don’t forget to take a break from time to time, alright ?"

He smiled and nodded, knowing that even in death, you would still worry about him. He didn’t think there would be a time he would have to say goodbye, not like this anyway. He never thought you would be the first to leave. But, he could only respect your last wishes and be glad he got to meet you.

"Okay, Y/N. I’ll do my best. Though, if you can..Could you say hi to Tony and Natasha for me ? The kids miss you and I never got to say thank you..Thank you for saving us."

He promised himself he wouldn’t cry..It took him a while to be able to see your video and even though he felt crushed at your death, it wasn’t the only funeral he had to go to. He lost so many people in so little time that, he thought he had no more tears left to cry. And yet ? Here he was. Crying. He tried to hold the tears, but it felt too painful to keep inside. However, he suddenly felt multiple pairs of arms around him and looked around to find his children and wife embracing him.

"We miss them too, dad."

"You’re not alone."

"We’re here for you."

He smiled gratefully at them before accepting the hug and uttered, barely in a whisper.

"Thank you..Y/N."

You were the reason he still had his family, the reason he still had a chance to see his kids grow up and for you, he would never take them for granted and would spend as much time as he could by their side.

"Hey Bucky ! It's me ! Your dead wife/husband ! Joking ! We're not married..~YET. Just wanted to let you know that you may outlive me..Hey ! Don't hold it against me ! 110 years is hard to beat !"

He laughed and shook his head in disbelief, even after death, you still managed to make him laugh. A fit you always held with pride when you were alive: ‘the power to make the great Bucky Barnes laugh’, you would call it.

"But..Hum..I guess I wish I could have stayed a bit longer ? Just so I could see the face you will make when you discover who I’m giving all my awesome stuff to ! Yeah ! You, you handsome bastard ! We were roommates and now you will have the whole flat to yourself ! Isn’t that good news ?! Please, do try to be careful with my kitchen though..I know how you tend to burn the eggs. So, yeah..I left instructions for you in the will ! Look how thoughtful I’m being ?! Steve would be proud !"

He laughed through his tears and covered his forehead with his hand to hide the fact that he was in pain, knowing he would never hear your voice again, or your awful singing voice in the shower in the morning.

"I..I miss you, doll. We all do.."

He whispered, holding a piece of paper in his hand..the will. He tried not to stain it with his tears as he stared at your signature..You had given him more than he could have ever asked for, welcomed him into your life and your home without a second thought. He wanted to repay you, and yet..He would never have the chance to. He thought the recording was over, but was surprised when he heard your voice again.

"Also, Bucky..As a last request, do take care of yourself, okay ? For me ? Don’t let grief overcome you. Live your life to the fullest and when it’s over ? I’ll be waiting for you, you grumpy cat. So, you better do as I say, alright ?!"

You put on a fake severe expression with your cheeks puffed and waving your finger up and down at him and finally, unable to hold this expression for long, burst out laughing.

"Okay. See ya, Bucky !"

You laughed and he laughed with you, touching the screen with his fingertips wistfully.

"Yeah. See ya..Y/N."

"Hey Scott ! Badass dad of the year ! I know you may find yourself a bit lost without me to help you with Cassie and all of her "girl problems". Oh boy ! You'll be in for a treat when she discovers boys ! I wish I could stick around to see your face when that happens ! *laughter* But, I'm sure you'll manage ! The kid idolizes you and I can't blame her ! You're a pretty cool guy and she's lucky to have you..Now, one fist bump for the road !"

He smiled as you closed your hand into a fist and put it against the screen and let out a breathy laugh through his tears before fist bumping you digitally.

"I wish you could be here too, Y/N."

When the screen got dark…He closed his eyes and started shaking. You were gone..It was over and he couldn’t help but break into tears at the notion. He then heard a door creaking and gasped in surprise before looking in direction of the door where his little girl was standing with cheeks red and swollen because of her own tears.

"They’re really gone…aren’t they, dad ?"

Scott didn’t know what to say..What could he possibly say ? He finally decided to comfort her and opened his arms wide.

"Come here, peanut."

Cassie jumped into his arms and they both started crying together. He couldn’t lie to her and say you were coming back, because you wouldn’t..They were both aware of that and for now, they could only try to find comfort in each other. Cassie would talk to him about your days going shopping, going to the park/the movies and spending time together. And, with time ? Scott would talk to her about the wedding ring in his closet he had never had the chance to show you..

"Hey there, Strange ? Miss me yet ? Ah ! I'm sure you do ! I can see the tears, you big softie !"

Stephen sniffled and wiped his tears away swiftly, almost shyly as he replied with a small petulant scoff.

"No, you can’t."

You gave him a small knowing smile and even though it was only a video—somehow—he could feel the affection in your gaze on him when you smiled at him.

"Hey, doc’..Do something for me, will you ? Don't shut yourself down..I know I'm technically your closest friend, but there are some people that really need you, and you can't let them down, alright ? I made my peace. As you said..There was only one possibility this could all work and I know you didn't plan it to be me.."

You knew you would die, he realised and it only made the bitter feeling in his chest worsen.

"But, you know what ? At least I can now say I did something you didn't expect ! Ah ! Take that, Universe ! Victory !"

You raised your arms in the air and Stephen couldn’t help but smile, even though you were dead, you still took satisfaction in proving him wrong, huh ? He shook his head before finally admitting.

"Okay okay..You win, Y/N.."

As if you could hear him, your smile widened before the screen turned black. His smile faltered as soon as the room was plunged into darkness and he repeated, this time with emotion making his voice tremble and gripping the fabric above his chest tightly.

"You….won."

It would take time for him to be okay with it, to know that he would never be able to change your fate, no matter how much he wished he could..But, luckily for him, time was all he had now, thanks to you. He looked up and smiled. As a man of science, he knew there was only 1% chance for the both of you to ever see each other again..But, as a man who learned to expect the unexpected ? He was convinced that you would.

"Wait for me, okay Y/N ?"

"Where's my big fuzzy teddy bear ?!"

Thor didn’t understand what you were doing as he saw you searching for something underneath your bed, reaching to the very end of it before letting out a tiny scream of victory.

"Ah ! Here he is !"

You got out a big brown teddy bear from underneath your bed and he immediately noticed the little red cape and winged-helmet you had added. You looked so proud as you showed him excitedly through the screen while he smiled warmly at your familiar odd antics.

"What do you think ? I saw that little guy at some store and immediately thought of you ! He's in my room. Waiting for you. You're now his new owner and I'll be expecting nothing but your best care !"

He laughed and nodded, the brown teddy bear already next to him as he claimed loudly.

"Nothing shall harm him as long as I’ll live !"

As if on cue, you laughed and Thor could have sworn for a moment that you had heard his words, but your smile quickly faltered as you stared at the teddy bear in your own arms with a thoughtful expression.

"But, more seriously..I’m sorry I won’t be there to tell you that everything will be alright. Don’t lose your smile, Thor. I’m counting on you to light up people’s day ! And not just because you’re the god of thunder..but, because there’s no one else I would ever trust more to bring hope and joy into people’s lives..alright ?"

He forced himself to smile through his tears and nodded again, raising his fist in the air and replying high enough for you to hear him from the world beyond.

"I promise you, lady/warrior Y/N ! I’ll keep my smile and all of Valhalla shall hear my laugh ! I shall make you proud !"

He returned his gaze to the screen and you stayed silent for a minute or two before finally turning your eyes to the camera, almost staring right at him and he held his breath, wondering if you actually could see him and if this human conception was magic and allowed you to communicate with the dead ?

"Also, I know you'll be facing a lot of dangers and maybe..You'll even feel lonely sometimes ? Don't be ! Because, you now have Thor Jr. to look after !"

You raised the teddy bear once more in your arms and smiled widely, your last smile as he painfully understood and tried to reciprocate, but was met with darkness before he could muster the will to. He stayed silent before wordlessly standing up and taking the teddy bear in his hands. He stared at it for a moment before burying his face in its soft fur and letting out a loud gut-wrenching scream, releasing all the pain and sadness he was feeling deep down. Once over, he raised his head and finally smiled up at the sky, hoping that somewhere, you were smiling back at him..

"Goodbye, my dear friend."

"Soooo....I don't know if you'll ever see this. I'm not even sure if you got any TVs on Asgard ? But, anyway...Hey Loki ! It's Y/N !"

"Hey sweetheart."

He replied with a sad smile and as if you were there, you smiled back and chuckled slightly.

"For some reason, I knew you would say that ? I'm...Well...I guess I'm dead, huh ? Wow..It feels weird when I even say it. Since you're a God, I guess you believe in the Valhalla ? At least, you'll know where I'll be going ! That's..kinda reassuring. Plus, I'll finally be able to meet your dad and tell him all about his amazing son ! I'm not sure if he'll want to hear it ? But, count on me to knock his ears off !"

He let out a small laugh, knowing that you would and wishing he was able to see his father’s reaction when he would have to face you. He covered his mouth with both hands in order not to make any inappropriate noise as the thought alone made him want to laugh and his eyes took you in one last time, for your image to stay in his mind forever..He would find you in the hall of mighty warriors, amongst all the ones he lost and his mother. He knew you would both get along. However, your next words surprised him so much, he forgot how to breathe for a moment and his blue eyes widened slightly.

"Also, do me a favour, will you ? Make things right with your brother. He’s always been there for you and we both know that you both deserve reconciliation."

He lowered his gaze and smiled sadly at the realisation that you were right. It was high time for them to put the past behind..He thought you were finished and was about to leave when your last words made him stop dead in his tracks.

"One last thing ! I'm very glad we got to meet each other—Loki, prince of Asgard...and of my heart. Gosh ! I always wanted to say that ! Wait..Why did I day that ? I can't believe I just said that ! Welp, the secret is out..LOKI ! I LOVE YOU ! Platonically of course...or not. Anyway ! Goodbye, my prince. See you on the other side !"

The smile you gave him at the end was one full of hope and love. He knew you would be rooting for him, even after death. He closed his eyes and tilted his head forward, so your foreheads would be against each other as he whispered for only you to hear.

"Goodbye, love. Let us meet again when the time is right."

He stood up and opened the door to find Thor standing there, his arms crossed over his chest and waiting, his back leaned against the wall. When he saw him, Thor stood up straight and Loki, taken by a sudden undeniable need for comfort, pulled him into a brotherly hug.

"I’m sorry, brother."

Thor, even though shocked at first by this sudden affectionate gesture, returned it without hesitation, grinning widely as he knew his dear brother was finally back.

"I never held it against you, Loki. They were a good person..They will be dearly missed."

Loki nodded wordlessly, afraid he might tear up again, before Thor hit him amicably on the shoulder, almost making him fall forward.

"Come on, brother ! There’s still much for us to do before our own departure to Valhalla ! Let us make amends and prove to Y/N that their faith in us was not misplaced !"

Loki smiled and agreed.

"Yes. Let’s."

He wouldn’t disappoint you. He would become worthy of your trust and make everything right. He promised you as he raised his fist in the air in true Odinson fashion, Thor followed suit and they both walked away, ready to be the heroes you always thought them to be.

"Hey, cap' ! I made a video on VHS just for you ! You better be watching, you hear ?!"

He laughed and tried not to cry as he looked up at your serious expression..He didn’t know what to say, so he stayed silent and, as if you could already hear the silence settling, nervously laughed.

"Well..~Awkward. Anyway, I'm pretty sure you already know that, but I am so glad you found me all those years ago ! I'm forever grateful for you and the rest of the guys ! You made my life so much better than I would have ever expected ! And, so many adventures we shared, huh ?!"

He nodded in agreement and couldn’t help but shed a few tears, pain and regret creeping their way into his heart and making his smile falter.

"Y/N…I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you."

"Do not apologise."

His head snapped up with his eyes widened in shock..Did you just reply to him ? However, the sad smile you gave him afterwards brought him back to reality. It was impossible. No matter how much he wanted you to be alive..You were dead, and there was nothing he could do to change that.

"I know you’ll try to apologise..Please, don’t. This was my decision. I’m not mad at you, Rogers. Matter of fact ? This is a thank you video. You taught me how to be a hero. And, guess what ?! I turned out to be a pretty awesome one ! All thanks to you. I met incredible people and got the chance to be a part of a more than fantastic team ! I mean..I AM PART OF THE AVENGERS ! How cool is that ?!"

He laughed at your sudden outburst and smiled proudly at you. He was glad he could be a witness of your endless enthusiasm one last time.

"You were the perfect captain. I was honoured to be fighting alongside you. And if I was asked if I would change anything ? I would say absolutely nothing ! I have zero regret !"

You then startled him by standing up abruptly and raising your hand in salute.

"Captain Rogers ! It was my honour to be working alongside you !"

He smiled softly before standing up as well and giving back your salute.

"Me too, soldier..", he uttered softly, his eyes lingering on your bright and cheerful smile that he would never see again.

You then seemed to be looking straight at him through the camera lens and beamed even brighter as you declared.

"You’re my hero, Steve !"

The screen then turned black and captain America froze for a moment before finally closing his eyes and smiling to himself, finally lowering his hand.

"You’re my hero too, Y/N..Rest in peace, my friend."

Sam was sitting on his bed, his computer on his legs and his finger hovering over the press play. He was nervous as to what you would say ? He was about to close the computer when a hand settled on his shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Come on. What’s the worst that could happen ?"

Sam sighed and looked up at Bucky who offered him a sympathetic smile. He then took a big breath to give himself courage before finally pressing play. He was immediately greeted with your smiling face.

"Hi Sam ! How is it going ?! I’m so glad you finally decided to watch this. I’m sure it must have took you a while, but I’m glad you decided to say goodbye. Anyway.."

He smiled and tried not to cry as he had almost forgotten your face..He couldn’t believe 3 years had already passed and he hadn’t thought of watching the video before Bucky had mentioned it. You looked left and right before leaning forward closer to the camera to whisper secretively.

"Sam..I’ll let you in on a little secret. Me and Steve got into a little discussion and we both decided.."

You make drumroll sounds by tapping your desk frenetically with your fingers.

"…TO MAKE YOU THE NEW HEAD OF THE TEAM ! Isn’t that exciting ?! Oh boy..I’m sure you’ll be a great leader..I’m..sorry I won’t be able to be there to tell you in person though. Not that it would make such a difference anyway ! You already give me orders all the time..I’m sure you love it."

You rolled your eyes dramatically on the screen and Sam laughed before shaking his head in disbelief. Really ? All the time ? He was going to have to talk to you about your tendency to exaggerate later..He froze. He was then painfully reminded that..there wouldn’t be a next time. You were gone..

"Knowing you, Bucky must be nearby so…Hey, arm of steel !"

"Hi Y/N.", Bucky replied with a smile, used to the nickname by now.

"Do something for me, will you ? Keep an eye on Sam."

Bucky smiled softly and nodded in agreement.

"Will do."

You then laughed before waving goodbye.

"Do try to stay safe, boys ! I’ll be watching !"

The screen turned black and Sam shook as he knew he would never see your sweet smile ever again. Bucky sighed before sitting down next to him.

"They were great."

"The greatest..", Sam confirmed.

They both stayed silent for a moment before Bucky smiled weakly and turned towards Sam.

"...Burgers ?"

Sam couldn’t help but laugh before wiping his tears.

"Sure..I could eat."

Sam patted him on the shoulder before leading him out of the boat. Maybe the burger place you had recorded this was still open ? They would take three. One for each. It would be their way to remember you by..They knew you would appreciate the gesture, no matter where you were.

Tony opened his eyes and frowned as he looked around, lost but somehow, at peace. He felt as if a heavy burden had just been lifted from his shoulders and this was when he noticed someone waiting for him. He blinked several times before recognising you as you stepped closer, the same big bright smile he used to love on your lips.

"Welcome, Tony.."

You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and he took some time before hugging you back, a smile of relief overtaking his features as he knew now where he was..He was home.

"I'm the first one here ?! Shocker !"

Tony and you laughed, as if nothing had changed and yet, he knew it wasn’t true. He had missed you so much..He could never forget you and now, you were finally back together. He let out tears of joy and you smiled tenderly at him before wiping his tears away from his face with your hands and pressed your foreheads together.

"So..Anything you would like to tell me ?"

You uttered with a bright smile and Tony couldn't help but smile back, he followed you as you took his hand and led him forward. He didn’t care where you were going..He just knew it would be fantastic.

"Depends ? How much time do we have ?"

You chuckled before turning towards him with a big knowing smile on your face.

"All the time we need.."

You both started walking towards the light and Tony closed his eyes and smiled.

He was home.

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