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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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➪the one where you try to move on and jack comes home.

Part 1

Warnings: angst, fluff, sad times all around

Word Count: 3k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

Jack sighed as he entered his house, his eyes glued to his phone as texts flooded the screen. The door shut loudly behind him, making him cringe in hopes he didn’t just accidentally wake his mom up. Deciding not to find out, he quickly walked through the house and towards the kitchen, where the door to the basement was.

He discarded his jacket on the armrest of the couch before falling against it, this thumb scrolling through text message after text message. Some old friends of his were trying to make plans for the weekend, but every idea given was something Jack refused to do.

Hey, buddy! Congrats on that new movie haha. I was thinking we could go out for breakfast sometime soon, just to catch up.

Hey, Jack, not sure if you remember me, but I just wanted to say I always knew you would make it big as an actor. Let’s meet up soon.

Hi Jack ;) Saw that movie you were in and just wanted to say you look good. Take me out to dinner sometime?

Man, he regretted not changing his number early on in his career.

He ignored each message as he opened his contacts and put in his password for his voicemail. His eyes closed when he lifted his hand and brought the phone to his ear, his heart skipping a beat when he heard your voice.

“Hey, it’s me. Um, you failed the test I gave you. I don’t know what happened to us or what happened to you, but I’m…I’m done,” the way your voice wavered had his heart beating loudly and his eyes stinging. “I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you, I really wish I was. You meant everything to me and I wish you kept your promise. Good luck with everything. I wish you nothing but the best, and, yeah. I’m done. Goodbye.”

He squeezed his eyes tightly before opening them again, his vision slightly blurred as he kept the phone to his ear. “End of saved messages. To listen to this message again, press one. To delete this message, press two. To save this message, press nine,” his thumb moved and clicked on the same number he had pressed countless times now. “Message will be saved for two days.”

He seriously had no clue what he was going to do when the message deleted itself two days from now. It was, literally, the last thing he had of you as his mom had helped you clear out the clutter you had at his house. The hoodie you got from high school was no longer thrown over the chair in the corner, the pile of your favorite movies had disappeared from its place on the TV stand, the bag of chips he let you keep on the shelf was gone. You had successfully erased yourself from his life.

The only thing left was your voicemail. And the framed picture that was sitting beside the TV. It was the same picture you had beside your bed, and his heart ached as he wonders what you might have done with it. Did you keep it? Is it still on your nightstand? Did you destroy it? Pack it away in a box? Was he the only one with a copy of the picture now?

Each question made his heart burn as he tossed his phone onto the coffee table - his mind going back to when he did that the day he came home. At the time, your own phone was next to his, both powered off as you held each other.

Now, he was alone. His phone was the only one on the table, and he reached over to grab the pillow you had fallen asleep on too many times to count. He wrapped his arms around it as he fell against the cushions, his face buried in the pillowcase as sleep slowly took over his body.

Jack sighed heavily as he entered his house for the first time in three weeks. It was safe to say he was missing his own bed more than ever at this point and had long since grown sick of hotel rooms.

He couldn’t wait to fall face first into his sheets on his own bed, in his own room. The only thing that would make it better was if you were there with him.

The front door shut quietly behind him as he knew his mom was asleep. He pulled out his phone and clicked on your contact. He groaned when he realized what day it was and the plans with you that he had completely forgotten about.

He moved his thumbs to type out the most heartfelt apology ever written and offer to make it up to you tomorrow, but paused when he saw the notification at the bottom of the screen.

1 New Voicemail - Urgent.

Jack clicked on the message and put in his password before bringing his phone up to his ear. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting the voicemail to be about, but it definitely wasn’t you breaking up with him. He felt his heart skip a beat at how sad and defeated you sounded as he replayed the message two more times, his eyes stinging with unshed tears.

He saved the message before clicking on your contact again, his heart further deflating at the texts you had sent him earlier in the day.

9:32 AM

My girl <3: Hey, you’re home now, right? Are you still wanting to go out today?

The vagueness of your text should’ve been enough to set off alarms in his head. The fact you asked if he was still wanting to see you made his heart ache with guilt and regret. He always wanted to see you and he thought you knew that. The feeling only got worse as he continued reading the messages he had somehow missed.

10:01 AM

My girl <3: Sorry, you’re probably still sleeping. It’s been a long 3 weeks without you, I don’t blame you for wanting to sleep in.

10:03 AM

My girl <3: Just get back to me when you can.

The lack of your usual sweet words and the fact you weren’t adding any heart emojis at the end of your texts showed him exactly what you said in the voicemail.

You were done.

There were no more texts after that one and Jack felt his heart break when he realized that you probably thought he was flat out ignoring you, when it was the opposite.

He couldn’t wait to come home and see you. The past three weeks were hard and packed full of promo, interviews and press. He was hardly in control of his phone the whole time and only had it at the end of the day. Something about not wanting him to be distracted? Whatever the reason was, it was definitely not worth you feeling like he was ignoring you.

Jack clicked on the call button and brought the phone back up to his ear. Disappointment and guilt took over his body when he was sent straight to voicemail.

You didn’t want to talk to him.

You spent weeks trying to fight for your relationship, you had nothing left to give.

He squeezed his eyes shut when he heard your voice ask him to leave a message. He could only hope that you would get back to him as soon as your past self promised you would. “Y/n,” he said desperately, his eyes opening quickly as he brought his free hand up to tug on his recently cut hair. “Fuck, baby, I am so sorry for not answering you, I- things have been so crazy lately and I know that’s not an excuse, but, please. Let me make it up to you, let me explain everything, please.”

He was rambling, trying to get everything out in a single message. There were no words to describe the fear that was currently looming in his body, his heart aching and terrified that you wouldn’t call him back - terrified you wouldn’t let him explain.

“I can fix this, I can fix everything, I promise, just please,” he realized that his promises probably meant nothing to you now, but he was desperate at this point. “Please, just don’t… Don’t leave me. I love you, I-”

The sound of a beep cut him off and his pleas were sent to your voicemail.

He stood in silence for a few seconds, his phone still pressed to his ear as if your voice would come through the device and give him the comfort he hadn’t given you when you needed it most.

Finally, he dropped his hand and loosely held his phone between his fingers. His legs moved before his mind had the chance to keep up with them as he scrapped the idea of heading upstairs to his room.

He walked through the kitchen in complete darkness and opened the door to the place he spent hours with you in, the door closing loudly behind him.

GUYS I think they broke up fr.

Um…did Y/n and Jack break up? I haven’t seen any new posts with her in months.

Y/n hasn’t been active at all on social media….I think her and Jack are done.

JACK AND Y/N BROKE UP PARTY.

Hopefully they’re both okay, they seemed really happy together.

The comments he received on a daily basis were a form of torture Jack had never felt before. It hurt to read them, especially the ones that were applauding him for breaking things off with you.

She was holding him back, sorry.

He’s thriving now that she’s gone.

Yay, she’s gone.

God, people really were brutal.

He couldn’t bring himself to read anymore and closed the app. He was met with your smiling face as his background and felt his heart skip a beat.

You are so beautiful.

Jack felt his throat begin to close as he recalled all the times he should’ve told you that more. His eyes burned and his face heated up, but he couldn’t cry. Not now, not in public.

He’d be back home in a few hours and only then, when he’s in the comfort of the basement and holding the pillow that no longer smelled like you, would he allow himself to wallow in self pity.

Damn, he felt pathetic.

He just missed you more than any word in the world could describe.

He was right in believing you wouldn’t get back to him after he poured his heart out to you through voicemail. It still didn’t lessen the heartbreak, though.

If this was how it felt to be completely shut out from the person you loved, Jack couldn’t hate himself more for allowing you to feel this way about him. There were only a few times where he wanted to redo something, and this was one of them. If he could, he would go back a month or so ago and redo the entire thing, but this time so differently.

He would never let you feel the hurt and sadness that he provided you with every time one of your texts went unanswered. He would call you everyday, distractions be damned, and tell you that he missed you, that he loved you and that he was coming back to you.

Maybe he was imagining it, but he could’ve sworn he heard your laugh. It sounded distant, and maybe if he went a few more months without you he would’ve forgotten what it sounded like, but not now. Maybe not ever.

It was a sound he had been wanting to hear for weeks now. A sound he knew so well. One that belonged to you and only you.

He looked up and that was when he felt the first bit of happiness, the first bit of relief in what felt like forever.

You looked good, a lot prettier than he remembered and perhaps happier than he had ever seen you. It hurt to think that he was holding you back all this time. You were miserable for weeks because of him, and now you were happy without him.

That still didn’t stop him from crossing the busy street, breaking a couple of laws that he’d apologise for later, and standing a mere few feet from you. Your eyes opened and you took a step forward when your friend grabbed your arm as she had seen Jack before you did.

Giving her a confused look and raising a brow, you turn to where she was looking and almost instantly the smile you wore faded. Your arm slipped from hers as you held eye contact with your ex, your eyes ringing as heat flushed your face.

She mumbled something to you, along the lines of, “Are you okay? Do you want me to stay?”

You’re broken out of your trance as you turn to face her, a tight lipped smile on your face. “No, it’s okay. You go on, I’ll catch up,”

She nodded, giving Jack a suspicious look before walking away.

You were left to stand alone, with the exception of the broken looking boy in front of you. Shifting awkwardly, you hesitantly meet his eye. “You’re home,” you state, chewing on your bottom lip as you play with your fingers.

“Yeah,” Jack says quietly, his eyes never leaving yours. “You never called me back.”

It was a bad thing to say as Jack had also failed to call you back on multiple occasions, but his heart had more control over his mouth than his head did.

You break eye contact and look down at the broken sidewalk below you. “I know,” the silence returned for a second or two as you tried to think of what to say. It had been weeks since you last saw him, since you last talked to him, yet you couldn’t think of a thing to say to keep the conversation going without turning it into an argument. Observing his appearance, you force out a smile as you say, “You cut your hair.”

“Y/n,” he pleaded and you once again looked away, feeling your face heat up for the second time as you blinked away the tears that were beginning to form. While you couldn’t look at him, Jack couldn’t take his eyes off you. “Why won’t you look at me?”

He hated how he sounded so desperate, but he didn’t know how else to act.

You shake your head but look up at him anyway, shrugging as you ask, “What do you want me to say, Jack?” You ask and watch as his face falls and his own eyes become glossy. “You were gone and you…..you shut me out. I tried everything to get you to talk to me, to text me, to acknowledge that while you were out there living your new life, I was still here. You forgot about me.”

“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head and stepping closer to you. “No, I thought about you every day I was gone. I fuck-”

He cut himself off as he ran his tongue over his teeth, his disappointment in himself growing as the conversation went on. This was not how he wanted things to go at all.

“I fucked up, okay? I know that. There’s nothing I can say that would excuse what I did, but I’m sorry for everything. Hurting you was the last thing I ever wanted to do,” he paused, glancing back up at you with the saddest look you had ever seen on him. “I love you, and I’m sorry I didn’t keep my promise.”

You give him a weak shrug, desperately trying to hold off on crying in public. “Sorry I wasn’t worth it,”

His hand grabbed your wrist without him even meaning to, stepping closer to you as if to hide your body behind his from the prying eyes of the world around you. “Don’t say that, baby, please,” he quietly begged, trying to ignore the way his heart leaped when you placed your hands on his forearm. “You’re everything to me. I’m the one who isn’t worth it.”

Your teary gaze met his and you had no control over the way your bottom lip quivered. “I can’t go through that again,”

Your words were hardly audible, but Jack heard you clear as day. His other hand came up to caress the side of your face as his guilty eyes stared into yours. “I’m so sorry,”

A few seconds pass with you staring up at him, and he knew you were trying to see if he was lying or being untruthful at all. It was the way you protected yourself before letting someone in. It reminded him of the early days of your relationship, back when you were cautious about allowing an actor to own your heart.

“Please,” he mumbled and you hesitantly placed your hands on his shoulders, trying to ignore how protected you felt as his figure towered over you. Without saying a thing, you tug on him and wrap your arms around his neck. Jack let out a quiet, dry sob as he tucked his face away in the space between your neck and shoulder. “Take me back.”

Your fingers played with the ends of his short hair, hiding your face away so your tears dampened his shirt. “Please,” you begged when he placed small kisses against the skin of your neck. “It can’t be like last time.”

Jack quickly pulled away from you and kissed you, his thumbs reaching up to wipe away your tears as he did so. “I promise,” he murmured when he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. “Wherever I go, I’m taking you with me.”

You rolled your eyes, not believing him until you pulled away a bit to see the truthfulness in his eyes. “What?”

“That or I’ll just stay home,” the words flowed easily out of his mouth.

“You’re not serious,” you trail off, holding eye contact with him. “You’re serious?”

“I love you,”

You don’t say anything as his words, the ones you craved to hear for weeks, sunk into you. Reaching up, you press a chaste kiss to his mouth before holding him close to you once again, melting into the way his arms wrapped tightly around your middle.

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satoluv · 5 months

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YOU ALWAYS HAD ME — synopsis: what would you do if your hot best friend agreed to fake date you to make your ex-boyfriend jealous? will it ruin your friendship or will it prevail into something more?

⤿ [ 04 ] help, typo; * of ⟶ off! * & timestamps do not matter.

Gojo Satoru is many things but being punctual? Is never on his agenda.

However, that seems to differ when it comes to you.

“Hey," he greeted. Satoru was there with his hands tucked inside his pockets, leaning against the digital door of your home.

Sometimes the fact that he has his digital fingerprint on your door slips off your mind. Sometimes. But he has never crossed any boundaries. That’s what normal bestfriends do right? They give each other their passwords to their home?

Well, that’s what you think. Not to your friends though…

"Hi," you smiled sheepishly.

“You’re all dressed up. Going somewhere YN? Who's your lucky date?”

“Heyyyyy look at you! But yeah, you’re the lucky one.” You grinned, walking up to him and linking your arms together.

“So where are you taking me?” You broke off the silence between the two of you while he led you to his car.

He pinched your cheek with his free hand — a habit of his. “You’ll see, baby. After you m’lady.”

With that, he drove off.

The car ride was insanely long, to say you weren’t sleepy was an understatement. You tried your best to fight your demons and keep your eyes open but to no avail. Satoru, on the other hand, noticed. You were never one to stay awake in car rides.

“Go to sleep baby. I’ll wake you up when we arrive.”

That was your cue. You fell asleep.

After what felt like an eternity, you got woken up by your fake boyfriend’s hand over your eyes.

“Hold on to my arms while I close your eyes. It has to be a surprise!!” You were tired of Satoru’s antics but he brought you out when you were feeling down so who were you to complain?

The sounds of the rowdy streets freaked you a little — you still had your eyes closed. But Satoru’s gentle touch on your skin grounded you. — You felt safe with him.

“OKAY! I’M RELEASING MY HANDS IN 3..2..1!” He finally let go of his hands that were previously resting on your eyes, but his eyes never left yours.

You had to adjust the sight before you. When you realize where he took you, you jump into his arms, thanking and kissing every part of his face.

He never expected that reaction out of you, but did he mind? Not a bit! His bestfriend No, his crush! Was kissing him! He was beyond the moon. Everyone around you could see the love he had for you in his eyes.

If only you knew.

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anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount · 9 months

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Uh, Guys?

My Masterlist

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: There Was Only One Bed, no smut (i know, rare for me these days), idiots in love. bi!reader, bc both bucky and natasha are hot and i’m so fucking gay. implied bi!natasha bc she also likes bucky. mentions of guns, shooting, blood, and medical supplies. nervous!reader. best friends to lovers x2. it’s just pretty fluffy

Word Count: 2417

Summary: You get put on a mission with both the infamous Winter Soldier and Black Widow to take down a Hydra base. You get shot and the extraction plan goes haywire but Tony knows a safe house. The only issue? There’s only one bed and you have a massive crush on both assassins.

“Okay, HYDRA missions are officially the worst.” You said into your comms, running through the halls, away from gunfire, towards the computer terminal. You threw the door closed behind you and quickly looked around for any agents or doors that could be used to attack you. Seeing that you were leaning against the only door, you grabbed a chair and shoved it under the doorknob.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Natasha asked through the comms.

You nodded before remembering she couldn’t see you. “Ah, yea-um, maybe.” You said, plugging the USB in. “I’m in the room with the computer, but I’m pretty sure I got shot.”

“I’m on my way to you, Y/N.” Bucky said, jogging towards where he knew the terminal was.

“Don’t bother, I shoved a chair under the door so nobody can get in and I’m not moving it just for you to carry me out of here. I’m fine, I’m still standing, and- oh, okay, I’m bleeding more than I thought, but I’m fine.” You replied, downloading all of the files on the computer for Tony and FRIDAY to sort through later.

Bucky sighed audibly through the door, “Really, N/N? Let me in please, just so you don’t accidentally bleed out alone?”

You checked the files to make sure they were downloading properly and moved the chair enough so you could open the door to make sure Bucky wasn’t being impersonated by a HYDRA agent. “What’s the password?” You asked, knowing that everyone on the team had a secret password with the other in case of something like this.

Bucky chuckled, rolling his eyes and leaning in the doorway slightly. “Monopoly.” You sighed dramatically and moved the chair out of the way, letting Bucky in. “You didn’t believe it was truly me?” He asked, dramatically offended.

“Buck, with the way technology is these days, they could probably clone you. Hell, the clone could know the code word and you’re not actually here with me, it’s an agent that’s gonna kill me.” You sat back down, continuously downloading their files and deleting them off the computer once you had them.

“Well, doll, you know that’s not it.” He said, leaning in the doorway to be able to watch you and the hallway.

You chuckled, watching the last of the files download. “Yeah, I know, but it could be.”

Bucky watched drops of blood continuously drip onto the floor. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’re bleeding a lot.”

“I’m fine, Buck. This is not the first time I’ve been shot. It’s not important.” You said, pulling the USB out and turning to him.

“Where is it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“My bicep is going to be fine.” You replied calmly, walking out of the room and jogging back towards where the three of you landed after parachuting out of the quinjet.

“Did you just try to convince me that your arm wasn’t important?!” Bucky shouted after you, jogging to catch up, the both of you running out of the building and to Natasha.

She raised an eyebrow at you and Bucky, motioning around to the empty clearing. “First of all, your arm is extremely important. Secondly, apparently, they booked more missions than extractions, so we have no way of getting home for the immediate future. Third, Tony has a safe house about 3 miles northeast of here, and he sent me the coordinates. Apparently we’re stuck together until at least morning.”

Bucky nodded at Natasha’s words and started walking northeast, you and Natasha following behind. You quickly fell into a rhythm of just following their footsteps as you got lost in your own head. It wasn’t that you were scared of Natasha or Bucky, not at all. You and Nat had been best friends for years, and Bucky was one of the only other people you would go to when you were feeling out of it. Your current issue was that you had feelings for them both, which had ruined your last relationship, since your ex-girlfriend figured out that she was not your priority. Cradling your arm to your chest, Natasha and Bucky finally realized you weren’t contributing to the conversation and turned to look at you.

“N/N?” Bucky asked softly, snapping you out of your trance. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You said, sighing. “This just hurts a little more than I thought. How much further do you think it is?”

Nat smiled, laughing at you a little. “Darling, it’s been 10 minutes. We have a while to go.”

“It’s not still bleeding, is it?” Bucky asked again.

“No, the bullet lodged in my shoulder, so it’s not bleeding. Let’s just go, please? I’d really like to sit down.” You replied, walking past them in the direction you had all started in.

Natasha and Bucky gave each other a look before Bucky jogged over to you, picked you up bridal style, and kept jogging. Nat was jogging after the two of you, figuring that Bucky would want to get you to the safe house, stitched up and bulletless as soon as possible before your injury got any worse.

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Twenty minutes of light jogging and your complaining that you could walk perfectly fine and Bucky didn’t need to carry you anywhere passed the time quickly, and before you knew it, the three of you were standing on the porch of the safe house. Natasha opened the door and allowed Bucky to take you inside.

“Uh, guys? I may be hallucinating from blood loss, but there’s only one bed.” You said, tapping Bucky on the shoulder.

Natasha and Bucky shared a look, Bucky setting you down on the bed. “Tony did this on purpose.” She said, sitting next to you. “You know we’re gonna have to take your tac suit off to dress the wound, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” You said, wincing.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked, cradling your arm as he slid it out of your sleeve.

“I’m just in a bit of pain, and I’m not wearing a shirt underneath this.” Bucky’s eyes widened. “It’s comfier without the shirt and the fabric crinkles weirdly, but I’m wearing a bra.” You reassured him. “You aren’t gonna see everything, Buck.”

“I’ll still feel better if Nat does it.” He said, shifting his weight between his feet.

Nat glanced between the two of you. “I can’t do that. I can’t stitch wounds, Buck. It has to be you, especially because that’s Y/N’s dominant arm.”

“Yeah, I can’t pull the bullet out and stitch my own wound shut this time, unfortunately.” You said, shrugging with your unwounded arm. “But if it would make you feel better, Nat can help me out of my suit. I’m wearing a pair of shorts and I’m sure that there’s an extra shirt around here somewhere that I can wear.”

“I can absolutely help you out of your suit, honey.” Nat said, reaching for the zipper.

Bucky averted his eyes, blushing, as Nat helped you out of the mission-necessary tactical suit. “I’m gonna go find the medical kit I know Tony must have in here, shout when you’re ready for me.”

“Okay, Buck. Sure.” You said softly, wincing as your shot arm came out of the sleeve.

“Don’t mind his nervousness.” Nat said, moving towards the other shoulder. “He hasn’t really been with anyone since waking up from HYDRA and getting the trigger words taken out of his head. And I know he likes you, so that doesn’t probably make things better.”

Your eyes widened. “Bucky likes me?”

Natasha nodded quickly, “He’s not the only one. Do you have feelings for anyone?”

“I- um, yes? I just don’t want to say anything.” You said, averting your eyes from where Natasha was sliding your tac suit down your body.

“Why’s that?” She asked.

“I have feelings for more than one person. And I’m friends with them both and they’re friends.” You blurted out, feeling her hands skim over the band of your bra.

She nodded in response, slipping a finger in the band. “This is cute. Where’d you get it?”

“Ardene, you’d like it. I get a lot of stuff from there.” You breathed a sigh of relief that she was going to let this topic slide.

“Do I know either of them?” She asked, sliding your suit down further.

You nodded. “Both of them. Quite close, actually.”

“Am I?” You shivered slightly as you felt her breath ghost over your stomach. “You know it’s okay to talk about feelings, honey.” You hummed in agreement, mulling over in your head whether or not to tell her. “Buck or I won’t judge you.” Nat pulled your suit off and ran her hands up and down your calves a few times in a soothing motion.

Bucky popped his head back into the room. “What aren’t we judging?”

“Y/N has a crush on two people she’s friends with, they’re friends, and I’m apparently quite close to both of them.” Nat explained, keeping eye contact with you and slightly raising one eyebrow to make sure she got the facts right. You nodded once, sharply, fighting the urge to crawl under the covers and curl in on yourself.

“Oh, baby doll.” Bucky said, coming to sit next to you on the bed. “You know you can tell us anything.” He wrapped an arm around you and you burrowed your face into his chest. “Oh shit, this is something you’re really nervous about, isn’t it, doll?”

You nodded, knowing now you were going to have to tell both of them the truth. “I like you.” You said softly, knowing Bucky’s super-soldier hearing would pick it up.

“You like me, baby doll?” He asked, rubbing your back as Nat came to sit on your other side. You nodded again, attempting to burrow further into his chest. “Hey, that’s okay, sweet pea. I like you too.”

“Nat told me that.” You said softly, feeling the glare from your best friend burn into your back.

“Who’s the other one, N/N?” She asked sharply.

“You.” You said into Bucky’s chest, knowing he pointed at Nat when he heard you say it.

“Me?” Nat asked, surprised.

You nodded, pulling your head out of Bucky’s chest, but not willing to meet either of their eyes. “Of course it’s you guys. It’s always been the two of you there for me.” You paused, letting them mull over what you just said. “It’s why Meg and I split.”

Bucky turned you to face him so he could start pulling the bullet out of your shoulder. “How so, baby doll?” Nat rested her chin on your other shoulder, holding out a hand for you to squeeze.

“Well, she didn’t like the fact that I was constantly on missions, which is literally my job, so that didn’t help matters. But the other thing is that she said I looked at you guys differently than her, treated the two of you better.” You said, looking down and squeezing Nat’s hand.

Nat rubbed your back, knowing that if you hadn’t told the two of them this, you hadn’t told anyone. “She broke up with you because she could tell you liked us?”

You nodded. “She said that if she wasn’t my first priority then we weren’t meant to be. And work is always my priority.”

“But then it’s us?” Bucky asked softly, stopping the bleeding of the removal from the bullet before he stitched you shut again.

“Yeah.” You said softly. “She didn’t like that much.”

Bucky stitched you up, and as he had changed out of his suit while finding the medical kit, pulled his shirt off for you to wear. “Here, sweetheart. You’re all stitched up.”

“Oh, thank you, Buck.” You said, putting on his shirt, the nickname and his scent lighting your insides on fire. You sighed softly, curling up under the covers and rolling away from both of them, not knowing what to say to your two closest friends now that you had spilled your heart to them and they didn’t say anything.

Nat knelt next to you on the bed, gently placing a hand on your busted shoulder. “N/N, please don’t pout. Buck and I have talked, because we both like each other, and you. We want to try to make this work.”

Bucky knelt on the floor, cupping your face in his hands. “We don’t have to move quickly, baby doll, we just wanna be with you, if that’s something you’d be okay with.”

“Yeah.” You said softly. “I’d be okay with that. But how does something like this even work?”

“Baby, this is like any relationship, we’ll figure it out as we go. Communication and comprehension is key. And we’re pretty good at that.” Nat said, gently rolling you onto your back. “So why don’t we just start with cuddles? And we can go from there later.”

You nodded, moving over to the middle of the bed so they could both crawl in with you. “Is this okay? Or did you guys want to be closer to each other?”

“This is perfect, baby doll.” Bucky said, reaching across you to throw his arm over both you and Nat.

“Yeah, perfect.” Nat said, snuggling further into your side.

“Yeah, this is everything I’ve ever wanted.” You said, leaning your head against Nat’s while curling further into Bucky.

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“Quick take a picture!” You heard somebody exclaim to wake you up. You were still very disoriented, having just woken up and you hadn’t even blinked your eyes open when light flashed behind them.

“What the fuck is that?” Nat mumbled into your shoulder, eyes closed still.

“I dunno.” You mumbled, wrapping an extra arm around her. “Don’ really care either.”

Bucky pulled you both closer. “It’s Sam and Steve here to pick us up.”

“But ‘m comfy ‘n sleepy.” You mumbled into Nat’s hair.

“I know you are, baby doll.” He said, beginning to untangle himself from the cuddle pile the three of you were in. “How about we all go for a nap back at the compound after we let your bullet wound actually get checked out?” Once untangled, Bucky picked you up in one arm and Nat in the other to carry you back onto the quinjet.

You nuzzled into his shoulder. “That sounds good.”

“So how did this all happen, punk?” Steve asked, taking you carefully from Bucky so neither you or Nat were dropped.

Bucky glanced between you and Nat fondly. “We’re all idiots.”

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Yall I am so sorry that it’s been so long since I posted, but this is finished now and I hope you like it. I hope to get a lot more fics out by the end of August bc then I’ll be moving and starting at a new school and it’s gonna be a whole thing.

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noah-shin · 2 years

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Ateez Yeosang - yandere type + A to Z moodboard

<3 ＾⁠ ⁠〰〰⁠ ⁠＾I̍̅̀̎̊ w̦̺̐̐͟ỉ͔͖̜͌l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣ c͕͗ͤ̕̕ḣ̖̻͛̓ā̤̓̍͘ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑ẹ̿͋̒̕ t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕ f̵͖̜̉ͅā̤̓̍͘t̲̂̓ͩ̑ẹ̿͋̒̕ ỉ͔͖̜͌f̵͖̜̉ͅ y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇'r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ ṇ̤͛̒̍o̯̱̊͊͢t̲̂̓ͩ̑ ḑ̴̞͛̒ẹ̿͋̒̕s̠҉͍͊ͅt̲̂̓ͩ̑ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ẹ̿͋̒̕ḑ̴̞͛̒ t̲̂̓ͩ̑o̯̱̊͊͢ b̬͖̏́͢ẹ̿͋̒̕ ḿ̬̏ͤͅỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ẹ̿͋̒̕

Genre: yandere

Pairing: yandere idol Yeosang × idol female reader

Content warning: gaslighting, manupulation,toxic relationship,yandere themes, obsessive behavior, abducting

If you are not comfortable with these , please don't read

Sorry for any type of grammatical mistake

Wc:3.8 k

Yandere types + background + A to Z

Haijo-gata (排除型)- removal type.

Shuuchaku Gata - obsession typeɢᴀᴛᴀ- 執着型

You sat on the floor exhausted as soon as the song ended. It's been one week since you and Yeosang are practicing your upcoming cover. It's a collab between you and him. Debuting under KQ entertainment, your producer thought it will be a good idea if you/your group do a collab or cover with Ateez as it will give you all more exposure and help you to be famous. Your group agreed and shockingly you were the chosen one to do a cover along side your group mate Iseul.

As you were panting Yeosang said, " We have done a lot of improving today.". You nod and looked up to your choreographer who said, " Aight, you both are dismissed. We only need to learn the bridge and the later choreography, then you two are ready to perform Inception". You and Yeosang nodded, bowed towards him and left the practice room. While going out Yeosang called you from behind and said, " Hey!" You turned around and gave him a questioning look. He stood in front of you and said, "Are you free tonight, maybe we could hang out?" "Yeah, sure." You said and went away to your dorm. From that day you two become good friends and he fall in love with you. After a year he proposed and you accept him thinking he was such a nice guy and was always caring to you. No other person would be more better than him, right…....... Right?

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You recalled those moments regretting going out with him. If only you rejected and became distant with him, this day wouldn't have came. You were locked up in his room as you had a huge argument with your boyfriend for threatening Minsung to stay away from you. During the fighting you accidentally said out that you regretted dating him and accused him of manipulating you to stay away from other people as you may get in trouble. Hearing this he got furious and locked you in his dark room as a mild punishment taking away your fucking phone. You sarcastically laughed thinking about how he said he did all this to keep you safe, Meanwhile the main trouble was him. He was always controlling and jealous about you. So jealous he prohibited you to talk with any other male idol as you may have controversy and it can ruin your image. He also made sure you will always remember to not be too touchy with any other person and have least amount of physical interaction with your fans.At times your bandmates would get pissed at him for keeping you under his control. You wanted to cuss at hin for gas lighting you like this and making you feel restless but he would alway shut you down saying all he wanted was good for you and you are the one being selfish and ungrateful. He would manupulate you saying what he did was protective towards you and any other girl would die to be in your place.He would have all your social media password to see with whom you talked and interacted. Some minutes without your attention would make him restless (after the worktime).ᴛʜɪs ᴛʏᴘᴇ of yandere ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ your ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛs, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs, ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇ ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇs ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ/you, ᴀsᴋs ᴡʜʏ you ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ, ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs. It drained you out as after working you ass off the whole day, all you wanted was to hop in your bed to sleep but instead you have to deal with your boyfriend who was too obsessed to care about your mental health.

"ɪ sᴇɴt kiᴛ ʏᴏᴜ 𝟻𝟶 ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇs, ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ? ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ?"

You knew your relationship was toxic but didn't have the courage to do anything remembering the last time how he tried to self harm after you blocked him. Obviously you couldn't bear the responsibility of seeing someone dying. He would remove everyone he thinks you don't need, which means everyone else. This can include things like excluding your contacts and messages to even murdering everybody who approaches. His love was constantly suffocating you and you were too submerged to get out of it. He obsession with you was too much for him to let you go, from the moment his eyes fall on you. He was mesmerized. You were his angel in this world and at any cost you're gonna be with him till death. You become his the moment he laid his eyes on you.

"You don't need other people, you have me"

yandere a⇝z hcs:

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

- Yeosang shows his love by showering his s/o with compliments and gifts. He knows it will always cheer her up. He’s joyous and happy, he’s so loving towards you, smothering you with kisses and hugs, telling you you’re the best thing in his life untill you disobey him. He will describe how every day is so much brighter since you got here, how there’s no world for him without you. He'll treat you like an angel/pet, feeding you your favourite foods and treating you so delicately. He may even have you name tattooed on his body if it wasn't for the toxic fans.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

- As an idol, Yeosang has an certain image to uphold. So he can't just threat every person to stay away from you. He will manipulate you to stay away from those whom he doesn't like or even block them in your phone. If someone confesses to you to be their partner, he will advise you to reject them or he may just hire a hitman to take care of them. He is pretty cunning. So there's a big chance that he gets rid of people secretly behind your back and you will never find out. So bloodshed is actually non existent in front of you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

- Yeosang would less likely kidnap his darling as his darling is too so much passionate about her career. And he knows it will hurt her if he just abduct her. If his s/o is smart enough to realize he's dangerously obsessed with her and it's bad for her to keep up with him. She will/may break up with him. But it will be a turn off for Yeosang as he can't even imagine to live without his s/o. So he will lash out angry on the fact that after doing all these things for you, you have the audacity to leave him behind. He may hurt you in fit of rage and lock you up in his basement. Besides that he will remove all the evidence so it will look like you just vanished out of nowhere.

Yeosang would try to make his darling understand that it was necessary for him to kidnap her and will treat her nicely. Although he will keep her restrained, he will make sure his darling has everything she needs.

No, he would never mock his darling.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

- Yes, he will try tame his s/o if they try to disobey him. Most of the days he will put a chain on his darling's leg incase she tries to run away. He will also try to do all her activities and sometimes choose what she will do or wear. He also likes to be in control of his s/o's life as It satisfies his dark fantasies seeing how submissive his darling is.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

- Yeosang poured his heart out for his s/o. Yn is his first love and also his last. Before her, he never felt this much attraction or infatuation with someone. So he will go to greater lengths to just achive his s/o. He is open about her in every aspect as he thinks it's necessary to live with him. He may feel awkward to talk about his jealousy but after a long time, it's possible for him to open up about these.

For most part he is never vulnerable (he's open not vulnerable) in front of his darling. He think it's his weakness and yn may try to use this to escape him. But he easily becomes vulnerable if someone tries to hurt his s/o or she gets hurt somehow. Those time even if Yeosang tries to keep a stoic face, he becomes worried for yn which is visible.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

- He will be shocked as he is or was her boyfriend before kidnapping him and didn't expect this sort of action from his s/o. He would just retrain her to make sure she doesn't do something terrible to him. Besides that if she actually manages to harm him badly, he may raise his hand on you and use drugs to put you in sleep. But it's less likely to happen as Yeosang is strong enough that you can't overpower him without fully killing him. So good luck with that.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

- After abduction it will never be a game for him. He wants to keep his s/o by his side till you both become old. So he will never take the risk of playing the shitty game of freedom with yn. 'What if they actually get away?' 'What if they commit suicide' these thoughts will haunt him down to never try this even it sounds thrilling enough.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

- Their darlings worst experience with him would be seeing her close people becoming distant from her, all thanks to him. It will hurt her as she doesn't realize why they were ignoring her. After she gets to know that they were told to stay away from her by Yeosang, she will feel betrayed. It will be much more terrible when Yeosang will try to rationalize with her saying her friends are bad and the only person she needs is him. All he is doing is to protect her. She might actually believe this and will completely become lonely at the end without even noticing. In that time it will be hard for her to ignore Yeosang's antics or to break up with him as he is the only person remaining so close to her except her band mates. So she will be very much depended on him talking wise. Yeosang's manipulation will also add fuel to his darling's insecurities and misery. His darling would be trapped in his prison of love not realizing it is harmful for her mental health.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

- If his darling stays with him as his gf, he wants her to stay in the industry as much time as she wants to. But if she wants to break up with him, he doesn't have any choice but to abduct her. After abducting he will take her to his secret apartment which is apparently secluded. Overall he wants to live a not so happy life with his s/o in a country side place where nobody would disturb them and his children will grow up living there. He will sure go out or in vacation with his if his s/o accepts him as her life partner. He wants to live the rest of his love with his darling by his side.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

-;Yes, Yeosang gets jealous. It also come into his disadvantages that his darling is an idol. So she gets proposal, compliments,vulgar words and all that shit all the time. He will try to keep an eye on her when he is with her incase someone tries to make a move on her. Moreover,He will make sure his darling stays away from those people who attempts to flirt with her and complain saying she has a bf to pay attention. He will try to threat or kill those who is in love with his s/o if they don't leave her alone.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

- Before his yandere tendencies showed up, Yeosang is pretty caring to his s/o. He always makes sure his s/o is eating healthy, taking good sleep and overall great.

Yeosang acts compassionate and loving towards you. He gently pecks you on your forehead when he wakes up before you in the morning. He never takes his anger out on you, even though you might occasionally take yours out on him(until he gets jealous and possessive). He's calm in the storm and you feel safe around him. Overall,He acts like a dream guy. He will shower his darling with unending love and devotion. As he is obsessed with them he will try observe all their likes and dislikes and try to act as them to impress her. Without being possessive he is pretty good with his s/o. (Btw it at the starting of their relationship, so I didn't mention his bad sides that much)

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

- He first got to know about his darling through a collab. He became mesmerized the first time he saw you and it was an advantage that he got to spend a lot of time with you during the collab. Those time he would make short conversations with you and took your number to contact with you out of work related hours. Basically he approached you to become friends and then things escalated. You both were close friend untill one day he proposed to you during a walk to the park. He was always so caring and compassionate to you, so you didn't have the heart to reject him.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

- This will vary from when you are with him. If you are with him in, yes, his true colors are different from how he acts around other people. He is not as loving and open to other people as he is to you. It also comes in fact that he will never feel the love and compassion he feels for you and will not go to big lengths to protect someone else. He is also pretty uninterested to talk with someone else with any reason except his band mates and stuffs.

Yeosang loves his darling a lot and want her to stay with him by 24/7. He thinks that he deserves all the attention from his s/o and gets angry if it doesn't go by his plan. His true color doesn't change in the fact that he cares for you from the bottom of his heart. It's just his jealousy and insecurities with makes your relationship toxic and suffocating. He is also not that sort of yandere to basically kill everyone around you. He will try to keep everything in his control untill he has no option than to get rid of someone.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

- He is a not much physical with his punishments. He will only use this when he can't manipulate you into something or you throw absurd fit. His punishments will vary because your offenses do. If you refuse to eat, he pins you to the ground and shoves the food down your throat. You try to assault him, he breaks whatever bone you were trying to hit or kick him with. If he thinks you’re going to try to escape, he starves you so you can’t leave from weakness. But he also tells you what he’s thinking. Yeosang speaks lowly, and tells you what he will do to you if you try to flee, all this to make sure you don't make a move to escape.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

- He wouldn't take that much rights from his s/o except freedom. He will spoil her with food, dress, good sleeping place and all this and maybe even let them go out if his darling agrees to stay with him.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

- He is pretty patient with his darling as he thinks it's enough if they are just in a relationship unless his s/o tries cheat on him. But if they were not in a relationship he would try to make some moves on you and try to win your heart. If all of his advances to you went unnoticed he would force you to be with him or kidnap you.

Again if you broke up with him, he would try to get back with you again and again by talking and trying to make you understand from his point of view which is twisted.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

- No, he wouldn't. Yeosang took it as a vow to love nobody else but you as his lover for his whole life. So if you leave. He will be devastated and try to find you as soon as he can. He will make sure he got you in his arms again.

On the other hand if you die, his whole world will be shattered. What's the meaning of living in a world where you don't exist anymore? He would be depressed and become alcoholic from all these misery. Soon he will succumb to death from pain in hope of meeting you in the after life even though it's impossible. He wants to be with you whether it's in this world or in afterlife. So dying would be it.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

- No, he wouldn't. Yeosang saw it coming knowing how obsessive he can be. So he would never feel guilty for abducting his darling. Moreover he may even try to justify his bitchy acts.

Nah, he wouldn't let his darling get away from his clutch.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

- As an introvert Yeosang never really had that much friend. He was close to only a handful of people, the same goes for his love life. It was yn who caught his eyes for the first time in his life and also in the most dangerous way. As it was his first time falling for someone, he didn't realize when he became obsessed. When he did understand, it was too late to make it right. So his surrounding played a big part in this side of his personality.

He wasn't yandere at first but soon discovered his hidden feelings.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

- It would pain them. But he wouldn't do something stupid in this situation as he darling may actually be in pain or had become mentally unstable after dealing with his bullshit. He will try to calm them down and wipe her tears saying calming words like he isn't the reason of her misery.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

- He has some very bad yandere tendencies but he is not the type to kill someone out of rage. He is more on the manipulative side. So nothing special.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

- Being sick. Yeosang really loves his s/o and wants to live the rest of his life with them. For this their s/o must need to be healthy and happy. If they're not healthy how are they gonna keep up with Yeosang's toxicity? If they get extremely sick or pretend to be sick, he will most likely take them to the hospital. But he isn't that dumb. He will have his eyes on you 24/7. He will stay with you in the hospital room or outside gourding the room like an eagle. Even then if you can escape, then congratulations to you

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

- Yes, if necessary. Yeosang roots for his s/o very much. He is very deep and intimate about it. He wants his darling to love him like he does and willingly live with him(which she did at first). But if she disobeys him, he is not hesitant to hurt her. He will still be sad and worried for you but at the end he thinks you deserve it for hurting him too. He will probably threaten to kill your parents or other family members as a sort of punishment or physically punish you. Likes to see you being submissive to him during punishments.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

- To any length. Yeosang have pinned for you for quite a long time. So losing his s/o to someone or rejection is not on his book. First Yeosang would have a normal relationship like others. But day by day it will go worse as his yandere tendencies shows up. If there's a obstacle in his path, he will be frustrated and warn them to stay away from his girl.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

- Yeosang would pine after his s/o for weeks. It's not that he didn't enjoy his time with yn as a friend but he wanted to be more than that. It also made him mad if someone tried to make a move on her while he was her friend as he didn't have a say her life. But after they announced their relationship to some close people, these insecurities subsided at first but then it went downhill.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

- No. Yn would be confused about if she should stay with Yeosang or not after all this. In this case Yeosang will surely kidnap her if they broke up but he wouldn't necessarily try to break her cause he loves his s/o just the way she is. By breaking her he will lose a big part of her personality. His darling may never be the same again after this type of trauma. So it's a big no no gor him

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marrrowoflife · 1 year

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the og jurassic park trio as incorrect quotes

Ellie, rushing into the room: It’s terrible, just terrible! I am so upset!

Alan: Ellie, honey, sit down! Sweetheart, tell us all about it. Ian, would you get Ellie some water?

Ian: What is she gonna do with water? Has water ever made you feel better when you were upset? Have you ever heard anyone say, “Thank God, the water’s here!”?

Ellie: You bought a taco?

Ian: Yes.

Ellie: From the same truck that hit Alan?!

Ian, with a mouthful of taco: Well, me starving ain't gonna help him.

Alan: Hey, do you know the password to Ellie’s computer?

Ian: Fuck you, Alan.

Alan: Hey!!

Ian: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouAlan".

Alan: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

Ian: But who gets which pencil?

Alan: Since they're my things, I get the good one, Ellie gets the broken one and you don't get one because fuck you.

Alan: You've been given a new job to do, but I'm worried it might make you angry.

Ian: Just say it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.

Alan: You have to teach Ellie how to drive.

Ian: ...put the band-aid back on.

Ian: They can't make me admit France exists, right? Legally, that's not allowed.

Ian: Sure, if France was REAL I'd say I liked it.

Ian: But who's to say.

Ellie: I think France isn't real.

Alan: Ellie, you've been to France.

Ellie: And???

Ian: I have locked Alan in a cage designed by his own art. Oh, he has been well and truly hoisted by his own petard.

Ellie: Could you put it another way? I didn’t understand a word of that.

Ian: I’m blackmailing him.

Ellie: Oh, happy days.

Alan: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Ian's birthday invitations.

Ellie: Well, what are they supposed to say?

Alan: "Ian's birthday".

Ellie: So, what do they say instead?

Alan: "Ian’s bi".

Ellie:

Ellie: Works out either way.

Ellie: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Ian: But are you shuffling?

Ellie: Everyday.

Alan: What language are you two speaking??

Ian: *sneaking in through his window*

Ellie: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Ian: I was with Alan?

Alan: *turning in his chair* Wanna try again?

Ian: Alan, what does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

Alan: I don’t know, I love you, talk to you later.

Ian: Alright, I love you too, I'll ask Ellie.

Alan: Wait- Ian, no-

Ellie: I have so much energy, I want to run a marathon or commit a crime... which should I do?

Alan: Please don’t get arrested.

Ellie: No promises! <3

Ian: Why not both? Get creative!

Ellie: Wonderful suggestion, thank you.

Alan: Please don’t encourage her, Ian.

Ian: So... what’s goin’ on?

Ellie: You want the long version or the short version?

Ian, hesitantly: The short one, I guess?

Ellie: Shit’s fucked.

Ian: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

Ian: The only straight I am is a straight-up badass.

Ellie: *talking about Ian’s funeral* You do know we’re burying a great person today!

Alan, shocked: Did someone else die?

Alan: So when are we gonna tell him?

Ellie: Just give him a minute.

Ian: *Pulling on a door that clearly says push.*

Ian: Alan-

Alan: *sighs* Ellie used to call me Alan...

Ian: ...Because it's your fucking name.

#jurassic park #incorrect quotes #sam neill #jeff goldblum #laura dern #alan grant #ian malcolm #ellie sattler #jurassic world

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vohtaro · 6 months

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to the anon who sent me an ask recommending i read the da vinci code: sorry tumblr ate your ask. i do hope you see this.

so here it is. my da vinci code book review.

well, that was... a book.

context: while i have seen the movie 'angels & demons' like seventeen billion times bc it was on tv all the time, i have only seen the da vinci code once, probably around when it came out. i feel it safe to say that i was fairly fresh on the material. i listened to it on audiobook over the course of 3 weeks bc that's what was available soonest from my library.

i can start by saying... i get why this book was popular. you have conspiracy, "the church is hiding a truth!" drama, little puzzles that chock themselves up far beyond their merit... selling the idea that every symbol, every story, is somehow this secret tapestry that all cultures across the world are metaphorically shaking hands on... yeah. it's the kind of book that someone reads and gets the chat about at dinner parties and end on, "well, you never know, it could be true!". the chapters are short, too, which is amazing given the amount of entirely unnecessary detail stuffed into them.

brown's writing style is at times deeply insufferable. most times it's mundane, but his descriptors are damn painful at times. the detail he provides are either entirely unnecessary and add nothing, or are so far beyond what anyone cares about. but i think the worst offense of his writing is the air of smugness that it carries. the obnoxious quips about hollywood, the students he was lecturing at whatever school, his general internal monologue; there were these little remarks that i could just feel that when dan brown wrote them, he paused from his typing to give himself a cheeky little pat on the back. "I showed them," he chortled to himself, wiggling in his chair. "gave them a good smarting, I did!". it feels like brown has a Big Thought about some utterly minuscule thing that absolutely does not matter, but if he doesn't say it, he'll fckin explode.

as someone who has no serious religious background/education, i found the entire "secret"... rather underwhelming. i struggle to imagine that the entire world would be torn asunder because jesus fucked that one time. and not to mention, the idea of a direct bloodline from jesus being so vital for ??? some reason that i don't even recall was explained, felt so... bizarre?? just entirely strange. like, i don't know why the existence of a direct descendant of jesus christ would be so fundamental in the destruction of a multi-thousand year long faith, but sure. pop off, dan brown. and no, i really don't want anyone to explain it to me.

robert as a character is very. idk. he's inoffensive, ig. his character suffers by being a product of brown's desire to mic drop once in a while. i'm sure robert said some dumb shit that i forgot about, but he's really just some guy talking out of his ass with a bit too much confidence. he's not intentionally rude or anything. it's hard to describe him bc he's just A Guy who knows shit about pictures. he's a picture guy. Professor Picture. idk if he's a professor.

sophie meanwhile is a character whose purpose is being by-association rather than being a person with her own agency. she is important because she knew jacques and solved his riddles and puzzles as a child; not because of her own professional merits. she solves like three things at the beginning, all of them being word puzzles and then the fibonacci sequence password at the bank. otherwise, she is someone who gets upset about her late grandfather for a plethora of different reasons. not unreasonable of her, given just how much she uncovers in the span of 36 hours, but that's really where her character ends. at times, she is forward, perhaps even brazen with her determination, which i did appreciate. at the start of the story, she's actually moving the plot along quite a bit: she gives robert the clue via the phone message; she breaks the window in the bathroom and throws the tracker too iirc; she's driving during the car chase, helping robert escape (in her hashtag not sponsored Smart Car). but after that..... it feels like she's just along for the ride. i feel like she could have been more instrumental as time went on.

and speaking of sophie.... i could entirely feel the way that stupid romantic subplot was being shoved in between robert and sophie because some editor demanded it. it was so fucking brutal. their little """moment""" outside the house before robert left for paris the next morning had my fingers leaving impressions in the steering wheel.

the worst puzzle had to be the isaac newton one bc as soon as newton was mentioned i was like "apple. it's apple." and it took an UNGODLY amount of pages for anyone to piece it together. literally how did it take THAT FUCKING LONG. i was yelling in my vehicle and incurring road rage over it. APPLE!!! JUST GUESS IT!!! IT'S NOT LIKE THE CRYPTEX WILL LOCK IF YOU GUESS TOO MANY TIMES!!!! COME AWNNNN!!!

so anyways, thanks for recommending it. it sure was a trip. though given that you suggested this on anon, perhaps i should say 'how could you' since you knew what this book could do to a man. /lh

if you have any specific questions for me about impressions or thoughts regarding something i did not mention, feel free to ask; it's very possible that i just forgot to mention it.

#anon #asks #an experience to read if there ever was one !!!!!#next i am returning to Rebecca bc i was originally reading that but i'd gotten busy and my hold lapsed #but libby alerted me yesterday that it was ready to renew so i'll be back on that shortly #hopefully this is coherent bc i was kind of writing all over the place

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mintymelty · 3 months

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YHS: A Serialization [] 3. The Undertaking- Planning Phase

Character Key:

🍎: Ms. Sweetlie

💙: Kat

🖤: Kai

🐏: Jebadiah Smith

🤡: Austin

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🍎: “Alright Ladies and Gentle-germs! Today we’re just going over your locker placements and combinations! Follow me to the locker rooms.”

💙: (uuuggghhhh OKAY maybe after class I can sneak into the boys’ locker room. Not sure how, but I’ll try.)

🐏: “ᵍᵒᵈ ᶦᶠ ʷᵉ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ [ᴿᴱᴰᴬᶜᵀᴱᴰ] ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳ ˡᵒᶜᵏˢ ᶦ’ᵐ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵏᶦˡˡ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵇᵒᵈʸ”

🤡: “ˢᵃᵐᵉ.”

💙: (…apparently we DO have delinquents at Yamada High. Splendid.)

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So Ms. Sweetlie took us to the locker rooms. For some reason, both the girls’ and boys’ lockers are connected through the football coach’s office. Right now we’re ALL in the boys’ lockers and the pendant is nowhere to be seen. There IS a shower room next to the lockers, but Ms. Sweetlie won’t let us in there.

💙: (Huh. I can’t find the pendant. Maybe it’s in the showers?)

Whatever. After class I could go to the girls’ locker and try getting into the coach’s office, then find a way in from there.

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🍎: “No, Jebediah, you cannot use a hairpin to open your locker, you have to put in the password-“

🐏: “f[REDACTED]ing kill yourself ms sweetlie”

🍎: “WOW okay JEBADIAH SMITH detention, now! How dare you talk to me like that.”

🤡: “Yeah, Mr. Jebadiah, don’t talk back to Ms. “Steal your man” Sweetlie.”

🍎: “Argh- you too, Austin!”

🖤: “… please don’t talk to Ms. Sweetlie like that-“

🤡: “Kai shut your pubehead a[REDACTED] up you…”

💙: (When will the bell ring?)

🔔

🍎: “ᵒʰ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ᵍᵒᵈ Class dismissed! Have a nice day!”

💙: (Now I’ll just wait until everyone’s gone.)

🍎: “The cafeteria’s having rabbit stew! I’m so glad they’re serving healthy foods this year.”

💙: (Good, I’m not missing out on anything.)

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URHG.

Why does this [REDACTED]ing [FEMALE DOG] NEED this dollar-store trinket, anyways?! Just give me the damn photos already. I already paid you, like, $200. Now your gonna send me on some fetch-quest, too?? At least tell me where the damn thing is.

❓: [I’ll give you a hint. Boys locker room. I only need what’s inside the locket.]

Finally. What kinda freaky-ass [REDACTED] would bring a necklace into the rest-room? Our, as the masculine species, safe-space from those whiny FEMALES. Whatever. If push comes to shove… I have my combat knife with me.

#digital art #pixel art #itsfunneh yhs #itsfunneh yandere high school #itsfunneh fanart #itsfunneh yhs: a serialization #yhs #mcyt

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supervoldejaygent · 2 years

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Safe Haven ~ Day 1: Safe House

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Sam Wilson x ex!Agents of SHIELD!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: After the latest Avengers battle, Fury gives a safe house order, landing them at the Reader’s cabin

A/N: Hello my lovelies! Welcome to a fic that I thought of writing 3 years ago before pushing it to the bottom of my WIPs! So, this series is going to be 14 parts as they are in the safe house for 14 days. I probably won’t be posting a new part consecutively, but I am trying to have a fic in my drafts every time I post something new. So yeah, hope y’all like this fic and the series! Enjoy (:

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It was late February when the knock landed hard on her door. Always the cautious one, (Y/N) held her handgun in front of her. She drew into the first position when the knocks hit harder. As she got closer to the door, her footsteps grew quieter, soon becoming light as a feather.

(Y/N) leaned against the oak door and peered through the glass eyehole. From what she could see, it was a large group, about ten. As she surveyed the beaten, whispering group, she gasped upon seeing their leader’s face.

Iron Man. Tony Stark.

His face was badly bruised and a small cut that was probably deeper than it looked tore into his forehead. He lifted his hand to knock a third time when (Y/N) spoke.

“Password?” her gun still tightly gripped in her hands and ready to use if needed.

Tony sighed. “Safe House.”

Tucking her gun into the back of her jeans, (Y/N) unlocked the elaborate locks on her door before slightly opening it. The group turned their heads at the noise, giving (Y/N) an actual look at who she was dealing with.

The Avengers. Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.

Feeling overwhelmed by all the people, (Y/N) opened her door enough for one person to walk in at a time. The harsh winter air hit her like a steel wall, as she was only in a long sleeve and jeans. Wanting to get everyone inside as quickly as possible, starting with Tony, she beckoned them all in before closing the door.

Finally done locking it down, she turned to face them, looking over at Tony.

“How long?” she asked.

“Two weeks.” (Y/N) sucked a breath in. Two weeks was long for anyone to be stranded in a safe house. With the Avengers? There was little hope she wouldn’t go crazy.

Facing them all once again, she cleared her throat, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Alright everybody,” she started, her voice barely up a volume from when she asked for the password. “Listen up and listen well. My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I will be your safe house for the next two weeks. I understand you’re all very tired, and from the looks of it, have had a tough fight. I understand that these next two weeks will also be difficult with everyone in close quarters.

“I do have a few rules to get us started that will help endure everyone’s safety. Number one, everyone must be up by nine. I’ve had a lot of people hauled up here for long periods and one thing I’ve gathered is if there’s no wake-up call, people don’t see a reason to get up at all. Number two, everyone must be active for at least thirty minutes every day. There will be a sign-up sheet posted by the back door every morning. You must sign your name in order to go out, and please cross it out when you come back in.

“Number three, there is no yelling allowed. I don’t want any unexpected visitors, I’m sure none of you want any unexpected visitors. So please keep your voice at a decent volume. If anyone is caught yelling or raising their voice too high, we will go into lockdown, which I will go over with you guys later tonight. And lastly, although I feel like this goes without saying, this is a shared living space. Please treat it as you would your own house and clean up after yourselves. You are all grown adults, I shouldn’t need to tell you to clean up your mess, but I will if I need to. Any questions?”

The heroes all shook their heads, too tired to argue.

(Y/N) nodded. “Okay good. Now, before I let you all roam free and clean up, I will need everybody’s name. It can be your real name, last name, your hero name, whatever. I just need something to call you all by.”

Tony started, simply giving his first name.

Then Steve, Natasha, and Sam were next.

Thor, Bucky, Wanda, and Vision followed.

Leaving Clint and Bruce to bring up the rear.

“Sweet. You guys are all good to go. There are two bathrooms. One on your right, and one downstairs on your left. Let me know if you need help with anything or have any questions.”

All nodding, they divided up, six going to the first bathroom and four going to the second. (Y/N), happy with her start-up work, made her way to the kitchen for a snack, only to find Vision following her.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)?” he asked his eyes slightly with worry.

“(Y/N) is fine,” she said, feeling a little off-put with such a formal name.

“Okay, then, (Y/N). I do not need to shower or clean up, but my friend, Wanda, was badly injured in the fight, and I’m not sure how to handle such things.”

Closing the fridge and ultimately forgetting about finding a snack, (Y/N) bent below, opening up the cabinet below the sink and pulling out one of her many emergency aid kits.

“Where is she?” She followed Vision as he led her to the downstairs bathroom, seeing Natasha and Steve hovering over Wanda. Natasha's hands were pressing against Wanda’s side with a towel as Wanda did her best to not cry out in anguish.

“Jesus Christ, Vision!” (Y/N) scolded, quickly dropping to her knees to assess the wound. “Why didn’t you stop me during my Welcome Speech? I would’ve gladly covered that stuff later if I knew she was injured!”

“No one knew,” Steve said, quickly coming in to rescue Vision. “She didn’t say anything until we made it down here.”

(Y/N) only nodded while she gathered all the supplies she needed and focusing on the task at hand. Directing jobs at them to help stop the bleeding and clean it before it got infected. It wasn’t as deep of a cut as (Y/N) originally thought, having it all patched up within the hour. After wrapping Wanda’s torso, she gave the witch some painkillers, ordering her to take two a day with each meal.

“I’ll change your bandages tomorrow morning, and then every three days so we can avoid any growing infections.”

“Thank you,” Wanda replied, having finally spoken to (Y/N) who had been talking to her three friends throughout the whole ordeal. (Y/N) then ordered one of them to take her upstairs to the room closest to the bathroom in case of any more emergencies, before assigning Natasha as her roommate.

With that fire put out, (Y/N) pulled out her sanitary gloves and began to clean the bathroom, ridding it of any lingering bacteria. Lost in her own world, she was startled when someone else knocked on the door.

Turning around, she caught sight of Sam. He was leaning against the doorway and (Y/N) took note of the small cut above his eyebrow.

“Do you happen to have any small band-aids that can help me with this?” he asked, pointing to the cut. (Y/N) nodded, bending down to grab another first-aid kit underneath the sink. “How many of those do you have?”

“There’s three in every room and there are ten rooms in total. So, about thirty that I’m using. I have about ten or so backups in my shed.”

Sam whistled. “That is a lot. Why so many?”

(Y/N) sadly smiled. “I’ve been doing this for about ten years now. In my fight to keep heroes and agents safe, I’ve lost a few along the way. I don’t intend on losing anyone anymore. I need to be prepared for every situation. If that means I need fifty emergency and first-aid kits, then so be it.”

“That’s a big responsibility.”

“Yeah, but it keeps me sane.”

“How sane can you be after losing those you cared for?”

(Y/N) sighed, finding the band-aid she was looking for and carefully placing it over the cut on Sam’s eyebrow. “When I know, I’ll tell you.”

Sam nodded, knowingly, before thanking and informing her that everyone was about done cleaning themselves up and now looking for a change of clothes.

“Uhm yeah, just have everyone write their sizes down and I’ll go grab some clothes from the shed.”

After the long day had ended, everyone now in sweatpants and sweaters and warm bowls of food in their hands, (Y/N) decided it was a good time to go over being in lockdown.

“Okay,” Clint started, his dish on the coffee table in front of him. “So, basically, everyone, except you, is to go to the basement and keep quiet until you give the all-clear?”

“Yes, basically.”

“Well, that seems like no problem.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “It seems like no problem, but all of you are superheroes and for some reason, have a hard time following directions when danger is near. I know it all sounds easy, but I really need all of you to understand that if I place the cabin on lockdown, you are to do everything I say no matter what you hear. Understood?”

They all nodded, looking more solemn after her enforcing words.

(Y/N) wasn’t trying to make it seem like they were going to have a bad time while they were here, or make them seem like prisoners, but she found it was the most effective way to get them to listen to her. Because in hindsight, it didn’t matter if she was taken or killed. What mattered was that the heroes she was protecting went back home alive and well. And that was something they were all going to have to live with.

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maddiehu7 · 4 months

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Chapter 3

After dinner I headed to my common room but ended up getting lost along the way thankfully someone decided to help me

"Hey are you lost" I hear someone saying as I turn around and see a cute looking black haired boy

"Um yeah actually would you mind helping me to Gryffindor common room" I say hopefully

"Yeah of course thats actually where I was heading, sorry I forgot to introduce myself I'm Neville Longbottom" he says with a dorky smile

"Oh ok great and hello Neville I'm Alexis I'm new if you couldn't tell" I say laughing as we start to walk together, he smiles

"Yeah I heard about you from the twins they seem to be really captivated by you" I blush thinking that they've been talking about me

"Well what can I say those boys were extremely welcoming they make me feel like I could belong here" he smiles bigger

"Yeah that's Fred and George for you always welcoming" I smile back we settle into a comfortable silence as we walk down the halls of Hogwarts, finally we get to a portrait of a lady

"Well this is it the entrance to Gryffindor common room the password changes every week to make sure its safe" I nod looking at the painting curiously, Neville whisperers the password to the portrait and it opens we both head inside

"Home sweet home" Neville says looking around smiling with his arms raised as to show off the room

"Its magnificent" I say astonished with just how amazing this castle is

"It is isn't it" he says looking back at me lowering his arms I look over at him smiling

"the girls dorms are to the right boys to the left down here is the common area, well I guess I'll see you tomorrow yeah?"

"Yeah see ya, and thank you for everything" I say smiling at him he smiles back and nods and heads up to the boys dorm, before I go up to the girls dorm I decide to sit on the couch by the fireplace its quite cozy so much so I end up falling asleep on accident I'm awoken to the girl I saw with the Weasleys earlier Hermione I think it was

"Sorry to wake you I'm your roommate Hermione and got worried when it hit midnight and you didn't show" I sit up smiling embarrassedly

"Oh gosh I'm sorry this place is just so cozy I must have accidentally fell asleep Im sorry again to have worried you" she smiles and assures me its ok we both head up to our room, I'm so surprised I fell asleep I'm normally a night owl, once we get to our room Hermione opens the door and I see all my luggage already in my room I was wondering where it went

"Oh yeah the house elfs bring our luggage to our room they also cook and clean the castle which I down think is right we should clean up after ourselves a lot of house elfs are used as slaves to powerful wizards which is bullocks in my opinion" she huffs annoyed

"Ive heard of house elfs never meant one though I've always been interested in them sense I was a kid when my parents told me they get used as slaves I thought it was awful" Hermione smiles at me

"I like you already" I smile back blushing, after I unpack a bit we both say goodnight and Hermione heads to sleep well I get my night light and a book to read for a bit, it must be all the changes lately because I can barely read a few pages before feeling sluggish and deciding to call it a night I put my book to the side and start to fall into a deep sleep

( Dream )

Im in a black room I feel eyes on me it feels familiar I look around to see professor Snape starring at me I stare back into his onyx colored eyes he dosent break eye contact I get a shiver up my spine as he starts to walk towards me his cape bellowing behind him he gets inches away from my face as I stare up into his eyes I see something unidentifiable in them suddenly I feel his hands on my hips pulling me into him I gasp when I feel his lips on mine kissing me hard I'm so surprised I don't even react at first but then I'm kissing him back with vigor he pushes his tongue in my mouth and I moan which gives him full access to my mouth I run my hands through his hair gripping the ends suddenly he pulls away and whispers in my ear

"Wake up" I look at him confused

"Wake up" he says again in a girlier voice

( End of dream )

"Alexis wake up come on were gonna be late!" Hermione says shaking me awake I groan

"Uh ok ok I'm up I'm up" I say blinking the tiredness away from my eyes seeing the time I rush to get ready putting my uniform on Hermione had already left when I discovered a problem a don't know how to tie a tie so I just put it in my pocket till I run into the twins or Hermione and ask them to do it for me, I start rushing out the door and head to my first class potions as I speed walk there not to get in trouble I think about my dream its insane right to have a crush on your professor let alone have a sex dream about them I mean gosh I feel disgusted with myself ill just try to avoid Snape as much as I can, I get to the door of the potions classroom and walk in quietly everyone stares as I'm late I feel embarrassed with the eyes on me I look around for a seat when I see neville he waves me to an empty seat next to him I thank him quietly and wonder where the professor is

"And you are late why" I hear a deep voice behind me and I jump around in my seat and am meant with those same deep onyx eyes I saw in my dream

Oh I'm so fucked I think to myself

#harry potter #severus x reader #severus snape #hermione granger #smut

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chronicbeans · 11 months

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Fire (part 3) (Yandere Dr. Danny x GN Reader)

Finally omg. Why did my brain melt with this for so long?

TW: Obsessive/Possessive Behaviors, Murder, Drugging/Kidnapping, Church Setting

It's been a while since you've picked up Danny. You've never been that great at keeping track of time, so... you can't exactly remember how long. Maybe a month or two? You don't really care, though, since all you know is that he has been a treat to be around!

Fiona and Jackson say otherwise, for some reason. Fiona is still creeped out by him, talking about the articles and such, with Jackson seemingly starting to feel unnerved. Especially Jackson, which is a shock, since he seemed oh so ready to make fun of Danny. You decided, as a little test, to leave the three of them alone at home as you go out to get groceries. As far as you are aware, Danny isn't a danger, so maybe leaving them with him will ensure Fiona and Jackson of that, as well.

You are currently in the parking lot of the local supermarket, packing the bags nicely into the trunk of your car, when you get a phone call from Jackson. Answering it, you are surprised to hear Danny's voice on the other end of the line.

"(Y/N)? Is that you?"

"Yeah... where's Jackson? Did he tell you to call me?" You hear him chuckle on the other end of the line, before he says "Oh, no. He doesn't have a password on his phone, for some reason. I called to tell you that he stormed out of the apartment a while ago. I didn't notice until recently. He left his phone behind, and I lost my own, so I called you using his."

Your eyes widen, before you begin growing concerned. It is pretty late out right now. You had decided to take your time in the store to make sure the three of them had ample time together. "Do you know where he went, Danny?" There's a pause. A long, quiet pause, before he says "No clue. I think Fiona suspects I did something. I'm going to go out to check, alright?" "Alright... Stay safe." Then, he hangs up.

As if on some sort of cue, Fiona calls next. Picking it up, she sounds like she is in a frenzy of sorts. Her breathing is heavy, with loud noises that sound like her moving throughout the room she is in, jerking the phone about drown out a lot of her whispers. You can make out what she is saying, however, as she chokes out "(Y/N)! Danny.... Danny KILLED Jackson! (Y/N), please come home quickly!"

You quickly respond "Calm down, Fiona! Take deep breaths. What happened?" She takes very shaky, airy breaths. You can hear it against the phone's microphone, before she speaks softly "I saw Jackson and Danny leave the apartment together. Clearly, Jackson just wanted to have time alone with Danny to bother him. That, and he might've wanted to give me a break from Danny's presence. Then, only Danny came home. Please, HURRY. He's left the apartment. I don't know where he is! I know that he knows I know! You know?"

You sigh, nodding, despite knowing she can't see it. You then say "I'll be home shortly. Why don't you call the police or something? Tell them that Jackson might be missing or whatever?" "I'm too scared to do so. I feel like they won't believe me... and if Danny finds out..." "Danny won't find out anything. Right now, nothing is for certain, either. Maybe they just had a fight and Jackson decided to run off somewhere to cool down?" Fiona is silent, before you hear a harsh clicking noise, then the phone hangs up.

You decide to get home much quicker than you left, if only to help Fiona calm down. By now, the moon's up, the night dark, and the streetlights on. There are only a few other cars on the road at this time, with a few of them being police cars. You are calm, for a bit, before you realize where they are headed. They are going in the direction of your apartment complex.

You stop driving for a moment, parking on the edge of the road. You put your head in your hands, taking in a deep breath. What if something bad really did happen and you just blew it all off? You don't have much time to contemplate this, however, as there is a tapping on your window.

You turn your head, seeing Danny with another man standing nearby. Danny waves at you through the window, a soft smile on his face, before gesturing you to roll down the window. You do so, asking "Danny, have you found Jackson? Also, where is your lab coat? You seem to always wear it."

He chuckles, shrugging "My lab coat got dirty. I um... I didn't look where I was going, tripped, and fell in some mud..." he trails off, his smile fading. He looks like he is upset, suddenly, as he says "Somebody found Jackson dead on the side of the road... can a friend and I ride with you? He needs a lift back home... he umm... he was the one that found him."

Your eyes widen, before you look over to the man. He's older than Danny, it seems, with slicked back, dark hair and white eyes. He also seems to be wearing a dark purple coat. You've never seen a man with eyes like his before... maybe he's blind? Your guess is immediately shot down as he turns his head straight towards you, saying "I would appreciate it greatly, (Y/N). My car wouldn't start when I tried to turn the engine on and with the police needing to question me tomorrow, I need rest."

You nod slowly, gesturing for the two of them to hop in the car. "Can either of you give me directions to... ummm..." "Reverend Gray, please." "Alright. Can either of you give me directions to Reverend Gray's place?" Danny chirps, taking the seat directly behind you, saying "Yeah! It's nearby! Actually, it is close to the building you found me in. Right on the same street!"

You drive along, following the instructions of Danny. You are starting to get a very odd feeling, noticing how excited he sounds the closer you get to your destination. Soon enough, you make it to...

"Danny? What is this place? This doesn't look like an apartment building or house?" Reverend Gray calms you, saying "It is just where I need to be. It is the church where I work. I just need to grab my things, then walk home. Please, come inside. I know Danny wishes to pray for your friend and that he would like you to be by his side while he does so."

You look over to Danny, seeing his eyes wide and pleading. You give in, nodding, then follow them inside. The building is rather small and quaint, with a few sets of pews, a pulpit, and a few stained glass windows. From the outside, however, it doesn't necessarily look like a church. It kinda just looked like a generic building. There wasn't even a sign or anything.

As you walk down the aisle with Danny, you turn to him, trying to lighten the mood by saying "I never took you to be the religious type. Either way, thank you for praying for Jackson. I'm sure he would appreciate it, if he were here." Danny smiles, which normally looks sweet, only for him to say "I'm not." You shudder, a bit unnerved by how cold his tone was. Is this what Fiona meant by Danny being eerie?

Danny sits in one of the front pews, with you sitting next to him. You see Reverend Gray going into one of the backrooms of the church, seemingly disappearing. For a brief moment, you swear, you saw some sort of purple smoke. Did Danny see that, too? You turn to Danny, but before you can ask the question on your mind, you feel a sharp pinch in your arm.

Slowly, you look down, seeing that he's jabbed a syringe of some sort into your arm. You look back up to him, your world already spinning, as you try to form any sort of sentence. Danny shushes you, the sound of his voice echoing in your ears as he speaks in a quiet voice "It'll be okay. Just lean against me and rest. I don't want you to fall to the floor and hurt yourself. I care about you too much for that."

Too weak to do anything else, and with his arms already guiding you close to him, you pass out in his arms. The last thing you hear echoing in your ears is the sound of Reverend Gray's voice, asking something that you can't quite understand, before saying "Here's you coat, Dr. Dickens."

#angels of death danny #angels of slaughter #angels of death #satsuriku no tenshi #dr daniel dickens #dr. daniel dickens #danny dickens #dr danny #dr. danny x reader #daniel dickens

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SKC?! ﹑ prologue : the first meeting ⋆˚ ༘ ❪ 📝 : ~1.6k ❫

˓ MASTERLIST | NEXT › › › after being forced to befriend a girl named “beomgyu’s wife” by a bunch of simps on valorant, yeonjun realizes she’s not that bad. oh, except for the fact that he’s still hiding his identity from her.

06.2021

yeonjun let out a sigh as soon as he fell into the comfort of his gaming chair. he shook his damp hair away from his face and leaned in closer to turn on his computer.

as he typed in his password, he immediately checked the bottom right corner of his screen to read 3:43 AM on the clock. like muscle memory, he moved his cursor towards the Valorant icon on his monitor just like he does almost every night, with the exception of whenever he would have early-morning schedules.

though, he felt like today was going to be a good day even if he would totally regret his decisions once he began work only hours later. either way, his gut instincts were right.

read the rest below!

to stop the glitch :’)

the random skins in store were amazing and he had to practically hold himself back from buying all four skins. he couldn’t help but buy the cool elderflame skin he had been waiting so desperately to see in his store.

with the elderflame now fully upgraded and now in the blue variant, yeonjun felt extra lucky. so, he decided to test his luck and go straight into a competitive match and surprisingly, it went smoothly.

yeonjun had to put up with a load of moody sleep deprived toxic teenagers (whose only goal in life is to reach the platinum ranking) who always got mad at him even if he carried the team on his back but today’s competitive game was far from that.

in addition to the nice teammates he was matched with in this round (who surprisingly didn’t get upset when yeonjun wanted to gatekeep his new skin for himself), they also won a close match of 17-15.

with an overtime of 4 extra rounds, yeonjun would usually call it quits and finally go to bed but something inside of him called him to play another match. he didn’t want to gamble too much of his luck away so he decided to just play it safe and go into an unrated game.

as soon as he got into the lobby, an insta-lock sage began to speak.

“hi.” she said, in a high-pitched fake cutesy voice which seemed to have an effect on all of the other guys in the queue.

the three guys on the queue with yeonjun decided to flirt with the sage player with the cute voice. i don’t want to risk my luck, i’ll just dodge and go to bed, yeonjun said in his mind.

“player 5.” the girl said, keeping the ‘cute voice persona’, as yeonjun would like to call it.

Player 5 (You): yeah?

“choose someone!!! don’t dodge please, the other two that i queued for both dodged too.”

“yeah, bro. don’t be an asshole and ruin the fun.”

“let the girl play and choose sova.”

“wow, if you really hate women just say so. dodging because of a girl, how pathetic.”

yeonjun looked at the queue’s timer, then back at his cursor which was already hovering about jett’s icon and right as the timer hit 2, he finally locked in jett.

Sage: thank u for locking, jett ^_^ <3

Jett (You): Np

“fucking simp.” says the reyna player.

the first round wasn’t going too well and yeonjun wondered why he even tested his luck in the first place.

“nice try, guys. i’m sorry for dying so quickly.” sage says with that sickly sweet voice of hers.

yeonjun knew these kinds of people who faked their voices for strangers, it was basically everyone in the idol world during vlives or encore stages.

he didn’t exactly know why he didn’t really like the sage but it was probably because of how fake she was acting to please the guys. it did seem to work because even if she clearly didn’t do her job as sage, the guys didn’t do anything.

“it’s okay. jett was on site with you too and didn’t do anything to protect you.”

“jett do your fucking job as duelist!”

“useless duelist.”

why are they blaming yeonjun? he had no idea.

by the third round, yeonjun suddenly received a notification on his chat box.

(System) beomgyu’s wife sent you a friend request.

beomgyu’s wife?

Sage: jett accept my request ><

“what the fuck? where’s my request, pretty?” yeonjun practically cringed when the guy said it and he thought sage did too.

“you’ll get yours after the game~ jett is carrying us right now so i think it’s only fair i send them a friend request first.”

so sage is a moa… it would only be fair to accept it.

(System) beomgyu’s wife is now your friend.

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: hi :-)

(Whisper) To beomgyu’s wife: hi

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: is your name daniel?

(Whisper) To beomgyu’s wife: why

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: because your username says DAN99…

and then suddenly bang! operator shot.

(Team) beomgyu’s wife: sorry i didn’t see them ><

“it’s okay sage! jett why didn’t you fucking warn her.”

then rest of the round was just the other three players trying to throw the game and making it difficult for yeonjun to actually play. so, he did the natural thing and spammed the surrender button.

“don’t surrender.”

“i bet it’s fucking jett again.”

“jett what the fuck? we’re all having fun except for you.”

“yeah! isn't that right, sage?”

before sage, or as yeonjun knows her, beomgyu’s wife, everyone had already voted no to surrendering which meant her opinion wasn’t even valid at that point.

“actually guys i’m getting kinda tired so i thought surrendering might be a good idea since i’m not doing so well right now… but since you all wanted to go on i guess it’s okay!”

“oh shit. okay, we can throw the rest of the rounds.”

“jett would be good at that.”

“didnt like that bitch from the beginning.”

(Team) You: excuse me

“guys he’s literally carrying us… go easy on him.”

(Team) You: thanks sage

(Team) beomgyu’s wife: np :p

“what a fucking simp.”

“only talks to the girl on the team.”

“what are you guys dating or something? god, jett you’re so fucking obsessed with sage.”

“literally shut the fuck up jett.”

yeonjun knew what he had to do… he immediately bought a vandal, something he told himself not to do because he knew these guys would ask for it.

“woah, jett. is that yours.”

“omg it’s the dragon…”

“jett request vandal.”

yeonjun let out a scoff before whispering to himself, “i fucking knew it.”

(System) Reyna wants Vandal.

“give vandal.”

(Team) You: no

“why the fuck not.”

(Team) You: i just don’t want to

“we’re literally going to throw the game if you don’t.”

(Team) You: ok do that

“jett.”

(Team) You: yeah?

“trade?” beomgyu’s wife says before throwing her plain black vandal onto the ground then t-bagging in front of yeonjun.

would yeonjun ever say no to a moa? maybe…

but he wouldn’t feel any shame in giving her his skin…

okay fine.

so, he dropped his gun and picked up the sad… plain black vandal.

“thanks jett! woah it’s so cool.”

“he’s such a fucking simp.”

“lmao even i wouldn’t do that shit. it’s embarrassing.”

the game went on for a few more rounds before ultimately surrendering for real this time. it was enough valorant slander for one night.

before he could close the game, he receives more messages from his only friend on valorant.

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: ggs :-)

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: are you playing another game, danny?

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: can i call you danny?

(Whisper) To beomgyu’s wife: no

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: are you born on 1999?

(Whisper) To beomgyu’s wife: yes

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: ha your old

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: you’re*

(Whisper) To beomgyu’s wife: oh wow ok

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: i’m sorry danny :p thanks for carrying our team even if we lost miserably hehe

(Whisper) To beomgyu’s wife: pls stop calling me danny

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: i can’t

(Whisper) To beomgyu’s wife: why not?

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: because ur born in 1999 and ur name is daniel it reminds me of someone…

(Whisper) To beomgyu’s wife: who?

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: my brother in law :p

(Whisper) To beomgyu’s wife: ur married then? u must be older than me.

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: LOL… i’m not a grandpa like u T^T

(Whisper) To beomgyu’s wife: ouch

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: i’m just a delusional txt fan

time for yeonjun’s acting skills to shine.

(Whisper) To beomgyu’s wife: what’s txt

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: WHATS TXT???? ARE YOU CRAZY? probably like the most handsomest talentedest group of boys ever

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: there’s a member named yeonjun (he is Hot.) and his english name is daniel (so attractive O_O…) but hes old.

(Whisper) To beomgyu’s wife: oh so he’s the 99z?

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: yaaaa !!!! u should get into them danny ,, they just had a comeback

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: then next time we talk again u can fanboy with me ^_^

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: oh yea! do u have discord or smth????

(Whisper) To beomgyu’s wife: no and how do yk we’re gonna talk again?

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: um because we click ???

(Whisper) To beomgyu’s wife: you’re the only one talking

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: oh…

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: well my twitter is @beomwife if you wanna keep in touch ^_^ it’s a txt fan acc but i think it’s ok

(Whisper) To beomgyu’s wife: ok i’ll try then :)

(Whisper) From beomgyu’s wife: okay!! imma go to bed bc there’s this pc trading even i gotta go to ,, i’m missing this one beomgyu pc and i’m desperate to trade in some of my yeonjun duplicates. good night and ttyl !!!

safe to say, yeonjun spent a little longer creating a brand new twitter profile just to talk to beomgyu’s wife a little longer… even if it did hurt him a little when she said she would trade his pc for beomgyu’s the next day but it’s the price he has to pay for being in a boy group where all the members are equally loved.

at least she called him hot and attractive?

taglist | @jiawji @igotkpoops @soobins-gf @ikissjunie @wccycc @fairygirl18 @tobinscarrot

#SKC?! — CYJ SMAU #yeonjun smau #txt smau #yeonjun social media au #choi yeonjun #yeonjun #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun scenario #txt social media au #txt x reader #txt x y/n #txt #tomorrow by together #txt fake texts #txt fluff

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mzovjny · 1 year

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Hey.

Hi there folks, Mzov here with yet another update on progress with RR and SSN.

I have nothing to show for it. But let me explain my fairly hectic february and march.

In february I begun working on 3 chapters at once to make up for the lack of any actual progress caused by collegework, I figured you'd want something significant after this much waiting.

This was a mistake.

You see, I don't have any luck with computers, and my awful laptop, a lenovo ideapad 320, is on its fourth year of use. It wasn't always mine and the previous owner wasn't too kind to it, running games that would overheat the already untrustworthy hardware.

This has had consequences on my usage of it, ever since last year;

Occasionally the keyboard just stops working and I have to restart in a very specific manner. This isn't a problem anymore, but the lack of solutions to it before I found the solution had a bad effect on my mental health, as I had brief periods of anxiety where I couldn't be sure if I could use the thing, or it'd just stop working. It wasn't a driver issue, it's a hardware problem, so restarting the drivers did nothing, and just kept me anxious.

After I discovered the solution another problem showed itself. My hard drive died.

And with that, there goes all I had. You can imagine where my mental state was, especially given this is the computer I use for college.

(I still have a backup of all the assets for these projects from a few months before in my flash storage, so don't worry about that, I can still work on things.)

After it returned, I took a break from my creative endeavors, only to realize I forgot my tumblr password.

This is solved now, but yeah, small issue blown up through my panic, led me to be very demotivated.

I'm back though, so hey.

Idea is to restart work on the chapter, rewrite it, as the notes on it are all gone, and go back into this with an open, calmer mind.

Again, very sorry for leaving you folks in the dark, safe to say I was... Unable to give any updates. Maybe wiping the discord was a mistake, given it would've been good to at least give an informal update or two.

#roleroll #storyswapnomad #mzov update

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personalanonymousrants · 11 months

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I'm in a weird place in life, story time.

Every hour in my day is spent staring at a screen while sitting in my couch. Studies? Online. (Currently in vacation so yeah, not even studying) Friendships? Online, and currently very few (2 to be exact). Therapy? Online, once a week. Mental stimulus? Reading random posts on all sort of subjects online. Do I leave my house for anything, ever? Very, very rarely. Irl friends/companies? My ex, only him (he's not a monster, I assure you). We see each other every weekend and occasionally after he leaves work on a weekday when I *need* to get out of the house even if it is for just one hour to grab a coffee and watch the street.

I feel like I'm floating in the void of outerspace, completely lost.

Recently, I've been bombarded by my own thoughts of projects I abandoned. If you're reading this, brace yourself, this gonna be long. From 8 years of age I took great interest on reading, writing, acquiring knowledge (not always useful), learning languages (here am I fluent in English now). 12 years of age, I absolutely loved writing on notebooks (I'd always carry 3 of them EVERYWHERE in my backpack, each for a different topic). I would also spend hours on end drawing anime/mangá style art. 14 years of age, I got my very first tablet and began trying digital art and painting, while maintaining all the rest. I carried on all of those interests and hobbies until my 15 years of age.

In between 12 and 15, my privacy was breached many times and I got bullied for my art, for my texts, for my attempts creative expression as a whole. I was not one to express verbally already (actual autism, selective mutism), because talking felt unsafe and bullying made that worse. Overtime, artistic and creative expression felt less and less safe.

Until by 15 years of age I got into an abusive relationship and dropped everything. I lost my voice, and what was left of my ability to express myself along with my dignity and self-respect. I just gave up for good on trying to express myself in any way.

Got out of that relationship at 17. Entered another one with an alcoholic, made some attempts at trying to start writing again, on private, password protected journals on a website I won't disclose. Again I was forced to let someone read my stuff and had verbal stones thrown at me. By 19 I left that relationship, and entered another one. Healthier one, but not perfect, still with some toxic traits because nobody is perfect he is unable to understand some things about me and is unaware of others, all he knows is I'm traumatized (got PTSD from the 2 previous relationships), mentally fucked and hard to deal with. [He also has untreated ADHD (which doesn't favor him being able to listen to my long explanations of what's actually going on with me), and a very critical personality (though he means to be constructive, he lacks sense. Both of us think he might be autistic as well as he does identify with it, but he can't focus on learning more about it as he can't for any other psychology or neurodevelopment/neuroscience topic, at least he tried).]

I again tried to recover my interests and means of creative expression through art and stuff, but as a critical designer he'd give his unsolicited opinion and again unknowingly take away my freedom of expression by accident when he was only trying to help, he was unaware on how his comments hit me in a very different way and I was unable to communicate that to him, explain, or make him aware. That relationship ended by unrelated reasons when I was 22, in May. Just over a year ago. It was very hard to deal with the breakup and he remains as my only in-real-life friendship/social interaction other than my mom and occasionally grandparents.

I am currently 23 years old, I want to try to recover/reclaim my life, my voice, my creative power, creative expression, writing, drawing on paper, doing digital art. I started by beginning in oil painting, my paintings are unfinished and have been sitting in my shelves for months now with no new alterations. I feel like writing and I know not what to write about because there is this huge block which is something in between a creative block and a sense of danger/unsafe in my chest.

I feel like drawing on paper but I don't even try all the progress I worked so hard on making in my skills between 12 and 15 was totally lost. I don't know what to draw anymore (nothing comes to mind) and when I try it feels like everything is too ugly. Digital art is even worst. It's worth mentioning I lost any precision I had with a pen or pencil (I also shake a lot due to Anxiety and PTSD). So I decided to focus on other areas of life, started college online in a unrelated subject, while pursuing this technical degree online I'm also trying entrance exams for another university in a totally different bachelor (psychology) to do both at the same time.

I made projects that would suit well this focus on other areas:

Finishing oil paintings.

Reading Tarot/Sibilla/Lenormand professionally.

Teaching English conversation.

I have not taken a single step forward in any of those. It's like I'm petrified into staring at the computer and doing the same things over and over again:

Studying

Talking to online friends

Browsing random knowledge

Reading random books

I have lost my capability to organize my life/tasks and move things forward, completely. The only thing I'm moving forward is college which is now on break.

The wish to express myself creatively is calling me constantly, yet the block still stops me. The biggest advance I made towards that is rambling about my personal life in this anonymous page which I'm constantly paranoid about being linked to my identity or figured out by anyone in real life (specially my ex who's my only friend, or the closest I got to one. He has my back in a lot of stuff) for no special reason other than the feeling of unsafe exposure.

I will keep on trying to improve my organization. I will keep on trying to regain my power of self-expression, be it artistic, textual, visual, and even someday verbal! I know this will be a long battle, and any support is welcome since I have no means to express to anyone irl (other than my therapist) that I need that support. I must not give up even if any drawbacks shove me straight back in my isolated cave. I hope someday I'll be able to produce quality art again, in texts or images, and post it here, and eventually somewhere not anonymous. If I get there, I will be proud. I just don't know how to start or what to even try first, but somehow I will figure, wing it! Any advice is welcome. If you read this far, thank you very much for giving so much attention to this fragment of the story of my life, that truly is much appreciated.

Thank you, Tumblr. This is indeed an amazing website.

#personal #long post #storytime #I shall not give up #never give up #hope #this got long #way too long #way too personal #doing my best #stubborn optimism #tw ptsd #trauma recovery #self expression #creative expression #creative writing #writing community #anxiety #selective mutism

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doc-anders · 4 years

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Traitor.

#Yeah the password to his safe is 3 #batfamily #batfam #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #selina kyle #nightwing #robin #catwoman #dc #dc comics

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leafeonb · 3 years

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this is how i feel when playing 999 anyways i will now write some of my thoughts before i actually continue playing...😳 i will have to make another post bc i have too many tags help

#lulu.txt #999 lb #OKAY.....i stopped playing when they arrived at zero's study (? at least thats how it was called in the save screen)#THAT PLACE IS A MESS NOOOO WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!! I JUST i just tried to look around on the first part the camera shows you and MAN it is #so messy 😔 everything is everywhere and they have to find a key and a keycard in the middle of all of this...hidden somewhere also umm #oh 😳 the. the password to make that door open i??? YEAHH HEXADECIMAL I KNEW IT i thought maybe it could be the code from door 1 but 🤔 this #one made more sense but. why is the password ''dead'' man?? HMM...first i thought that maybe it was related to the #deactivation device....like from the doors...so i was like ohhh it makes sense theyre trying to open a door to go somewhere and #you can only do that after u verify on the dead so. that means the real thing starts now #but also 💀💀💀 help when i read ''light the books'' i rly thought they would have to burn something. HELP but man theres so much stuff on #that library and also i missed the book puzzle i. i couldnt notice what it was supposed to write 💀💀💀💀 i was trying to #make up words......then i noticed u could write the word ''here'' and was like. oh :) maybe thats a clue #first i was like laughing a bit bc i wrote ''peno'' and was like haha penis :-) haha #< junpei at the library what will he do. ALSO THESE CHARACTERS ARE RIGHT...THE the floor (?) of the library would be so scary to walk on #bc....there are a lot of holes...hello......hi....anyone can fall at any moment bc there arent enough handrails preventing you from fall #but im still thinking about how big the library is like. what the fuck..snake is right its probably like. someone's collection. which makes #sense i think....HE HAS SO MANY SPECIFIC KNOWLEDGE LIKE. ITS LIKE HES JUST TALKING ABOUT EVERYTHING HE KNOWS AND COULDNT TALK ABOUT ON #THE REST OF THE GAME BC HE WAS MISSING....STUCK IN THE COFFIN....he just woke up help. i love his ^_^ sprite. i love you.....#again. i think snake and akane would be friends like they have so many specific knowledge they. akane knows the bee movie script from memor #i am SURE she knows the bee movie script from memory.....also the dialogue about curses im a bit late bc this was DOORS ago but she #gets so sad when junpei is like ''yeah so that wasnt a curse...its not real'' SHE GETS SO SAD NOOOOO SORRY AKANE anyways my friend akane ho #did you dodge death......😟 i've been thinking about this for a while o(-< how did she do that #everyone else thought she died like. santa was really sad on all the scenes he talked about his little sister + when he talked about #how being burned in an incinerator will just kill you (door 3)....the dots....so fun 😶. like. seven said a girl died so he probably couldnt #save her :-( i remember when he told his story to junpei on door 2 it looked like he found a secret passage to the incinerator 0_0 THE IMAG #so....help....how did she get stuck on the incinerator AND get out of there without anyone noticing bc in the end everyone thought she died #schrodinger's death.......man so many thoughts bouncing in my head 👉😖👈 LIKE. aw man....junpei's reaction when snake said the girl's name #EVERYTIME THE SCREEN FLASHES IM LIKE. WHAT WILL HAPPEN. BC 0_0 ITS SO WEIRD....its like junpei somehow has information from the safe ending #but only in his subconscious....so he dont really remember but he FEELS like it happened 😟 like....he knew about the note...what was the #voice in his head...who was that....it really sounded like snake's beeping noise and also. i dont remember if it was in the note or not

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The Lost Child - Chapter 5 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Mentions of Robbery, Characters Grieving, Medical Inaccuracies, Character Having A Panic Attack, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wand Maximoff, & More To Come

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 2k

Note: I am posting new chapters every 2-3 days! I am trying to get on a consistent schedule.

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story. This also loosely follows Teen Wolf Season 4.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so that more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment only.***

Masterlist

The Lost Child Masterlist

Previous Chapter

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Y/N takes a breath before looking at the three boys standing in front of her, “Okay, start from the beginning.”

“Lydia unconsciously wrote a code which led to this list,” Stiles began, “We then used a password to get into the list.”

“What was the password?”

Scott sighs before locking eyes with Y/N, “Allison.”

Y/N gives him a sad look before looking down at the list in her hand, “How do you know this is a Deadpool of supernaturals? Malia’s name isn’t on here. Liam's name isn't on here. I can’t even tell you who most of these people are.”

“This isn’t the only list,” Stiles informs her, “There’s two more. Lydia is trying to find out the other two passwords.”

“The Walcotts were found murdered in their house a few days ago. They were Wendigos,” Derek added.

“How do you know what the numbers mean?” she questions.

“Do you remember how Peter’s money was stolen?” Stiles asks.

“Yeah, he was robbed when Kate and the berserkers were at the school,” Y/N glances at Derek at the mention of Kate.

“One hundred and seventeen million dollars was stolen from him. The numbers should all add up once we figure out the codes to the other two lists.”

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Y/N started pacing back and forth in her kitchen, “There’s no way I’m worth fifty million.”

“You are a werewolf,” Scott noted.

“And you’re something else as well.” Stiles adds while taking a seat on the kitchen counter, “We might not know what but maybe whoever made this list does.”

Y/N stops pacing and turns to look at the three boys in the room with her, “One, I’m not an alpha. I’m not even a true alpha like Scott. Two, I don’t even know what I am! How does someone else know?”

“Look, we don't know why you’re worth fifty million, but with a prize that high, you now have a giant target on you,” Scott states, looking down at his hands nervously, “We were thinking that maybe you should get out of town for the time being.”

“You can’t be serious,” she gives him an annoyed look.

“You’re not safe here. We know you can protect yourself, but this list is for trained assassins. They are literally trained to kill people! Who knows how many of them are going to be after your head,” Stiles reasons.

“So, I’m not the only one on this list,” she states angrily, waving the list at Stiles.

“Yes, but you’re worth fifty million dollars,” Scott interjects, “We know that no one is going to be worth more than that. You might not be an alpha, but you’re the most powerful person in Beacon Hills.”

“And you’re worth,” she looks down at the paper in her hand, “twenty-five mill. We all have targets on us. Why do I have to leave and you don’t?”

“You're worth the most,” Derek states, hoping this wouldn’t lead to a fight.

“And you're worth 15 mill!” Y/N yells, throwing her hands up in exasperation, “Lydia’s worth twenty, and Kira’s worth six!”

“I’m not talking about the money!” Derek yells out.

“Then what?”

Derek sighs, running his hand down his face, “I mean you’re worth way more than fifty million dollars.”

“I-I don’t understand,” Y/N was confused looking at the sad look on Derek’s face.

“Y/N, you mean everything to me. I already had one girlfriend die in my arms, I won’t let another one do the same. Especially not the one I plan on spending the rest of my life with.” Everyone was looking at Derek with different shocked looks on their faces, “I have very little family left and I’m not losing you too.”

“We’ve already lost mom,” Stiles adds, “Dad and I can’t lose you either.”

Scott takes a few steps closer to her, “This isn’t because we think you can’t protect yourself. We are all very aware that you can. This is because we don’t want something to happen to you while you’re too busy trying to stop something from happening to us.”

“We know you, Y/N/N. We know you’ll try and help everyone without thinking about yourself.”

“I understand that you’re concerned and that you’re scared, but I’m not going anywhere.” Y/N states, looking firmly at the boys, “I have the power to protect people so that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Y/N,” Derek pleads with a desperate look in his eyes.

She walks over to him and holds his face in between her hands, “Der, I love you and I understand that you just want to keep me safe, but I’m not going anywhere.”

Derek stares into the beautiful eyes staring back at him before sighing in defeat, “You’re never leaving my sight.”

“I don’t think I could if I tried,” she smiles at him before leaning in to place a long kiss on his lips.

“Um, I’m still not okay with this!” Stiles exclaims.

“Stiles, you’re going to have to get over it. How many more people in this town are going to pop up on one of these lists? Like you said, the people who get these lists are trained assassins. Not everyone will be able to protect themselves from that.” She states before looking over to Scott, “We protect those who cannot protect themselves.”

Stiles jumps off the counter, walking over to Y/N, “The second you get a scratch on you, I’m driving you straight out of town.”

“Can Roscoe even make it out of town? It broke down like five times coming home from Mexico,” she smirks at him.

“We’ll take your car, deal?” Stiles sticks out his pinky toward her.

“Deal.” She giggles as she shakes pinkies with him.

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Tony walks into Peter's bedroom to find him staring up at the sky through the skylight. After they brought Peter back from the hospital, he went straight up to his room to take a nap. It's now almost 11 PM.

“What are you thinking about?” Tony asks as he leans against the door frame.

“Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, that Y/N could still be alive?”

“What do you mean?” Tony pushes himself off the door frame and sits down next to Peter.

“I know they found her body, but what if they were wrong?” Peter turns his head to look at his dad.

“When they first found her body, I spent every day denying that it was her.” Tony lays down next to his son, “Even after they showed me the proof themselves, I still didn’t believe it.”

“I don't know why but I just have this feeling that she’s still alive.”

Tony looks up at the sky at Peter's confession, thinking about the worst day of his life. The day they found Y/N.

“Tony?”

Tony looks up from working on his Iron Man suit to see Bruce standing in the doorway with a heartbroken expression on his face. His immediate thoughts were that something happened to Natasha on her mission. He puts down his tools and walks over to Bruce.

“What’s up? Did something happen to Nat?”

Bruce grabs Tony’s shoulder, “You should probably sit down.”

“Just tell me what’s going on. Did something happen on her mission? Was she hurt? Is she okay?” Tony looks at Bruce with so much concern in his eyes.

“She’s okay. Physically.”

“What does that mean?”

Bruce sighs, hating being the one to give Tony the news, “On her mission, she found something.”

“Okay?” Tony was confused. The whole point of missions like Nat’s was to find information. Why is this time different?

“She, um, she found some bodies. Dead bodies.”

“And?”

“Sh-she also found the bracelet she helped Y/N make for her birthday.”

Tony could feel his heart pounding against his chest. His mind was jumbled with millions of thoughts. His vision was blurring. He could see that Bruce was saying something to him but he couldn’t understand what he was saying.

He couldn’t breathe.

He collapses to the ground as Bruce tries to slow his fall. He’s clutching at his chest as he tries to catch his breath. Bruce turns his head so they can look at each other. He tries to focus on Bruce.

“Tony. Just focus on me and focus on my voice. Do you understand?” Tony slightly nods his head at Bruce. “Take some deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out.”

Tony starts to catch his breath as Bruce helps him with his breathing. He’s making sure to focus on Bruce and not the news he just told him.

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” Tony murmurs as his breathing slows and his body starts to calm.

Bruce watches him warily as he shakily stands up from the ground. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Define okay.”

“They, um, they don’t know if they found her or not. Nat said that she didn’t see Y/N, she just found her bracelet in an empty room.” Bruce says while nervously playing with his glasses in his hands.

“So there’s a possibility that they didn’t find her? That she could still be alive somewhere? All you found was a bracelet?” Tony looks at Bruce with small hope in his eyes.

“Yes, but they haven’t identified all of the bodies yet.” Bruce gently explains to Tony, “There were a lot of bodies, Tony. It’s been ten years since she disappeared. Th–”

“I know that it’s been ten years. Just because I haven’t given up like you have, doesn’t mean I don’t know the statistics and what everyone says. Until you can present me with some hard facts, I’m always going to believe that she is still out there. Finding some bracelet doesn’t mean anything.” Tony tries to storm away but Bruce prevents him from doing so.

“Tony, I just told you that Tasha found her bracelet and you had a panic attack! You say these things but deep down you know that there’s less than a one percent chance that she is still alive! I’ve watched for ten years as you and Nat and Steve and Bucky and the others run yourselves into the ground trying to find something that would lead you to her! You never found anything and now that we have something, you refuse to believe it!” Bruce yells exasperatedly.

Tony gives him a cold look, “One percent chance is still a chance. She is my daughter and I will never give up on her.”

“Tony.” Tony turns to see Fury standing at the door a few feet away from him. “The lab just finished running their tests.”

“And?”

“They identified one of the bodies." Fury pauses for a moment, "It's Y/N."

“Why do you think she’s still alive?” Tony asks Peter as he subtly wipes the small tears that had fallen from his eyes.

“I don’t know. I’ve always felt like she was still out there somewhere. Even after they found her, I never truly felt like they did.”

“I would love to think that she’s still out there somewhere, living a wonderful life, but I made my peace years ago,” Tony says, sitting up from his position on Peter’s bad, “After I almost got Wanda killed from being too drunk on a mission, I knew I had to finally confront the truth.”

“If she is still out there, do you think she remembers us?” Peter asks, sitting up to sit next to Tony.

Tony thinks for a moment, “I’d like to think so, but I don’t know. She was so young when she was taken and who knows what happened afterward. Why are you thinking about this?”

“I don’t know,” Peter isn’t sure whether he should tell his dad about the feeling he has about the girl who fixed his leg, “I think it’s just because we’re back at this house.”

“If she is somehow still out there, I'd hope to meet her again someday and let her know that we never gave up and that we never stopped loving her."

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