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hermannsthumb · 3 years

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you should totally do something with ksci janitor’s vamp newt it’s so just so good

i sure will! in a vampire mood this weekend. @k-sci-janitor's vampire newt found here. warnings for quick mention of drinking, allusions to sexy stuff, and also the different kind of drinking you'd expect from a vampire fic (tho on the vague side)

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The circumstances that led Newt down the unwitting path of immortality and general un-dead-ness are, in hindsight, honestly kind of embarrassing. It'd be one thing if he could say it happened in the pursuit of, like, knowledge, like the fierce jellyfish sting scar on his wrist leftover from a research expedition when he was twenty-two or the equally fierce one on his knee received in response to his question (at the age of five) of what would happen if I jumped out of this very tall tree?, or even something unrelated to his extensive biology career, something impressive, y'know, Van Helsing style, something like tracking down some vampire king and barely escaping with his life (un-life?)—not what really happened, which was little more than a bad date. And not even the worst date that Newt's been on, if you can believe it.

Newt was young and stupid then. He still is young and stupid, technically, though the former by appearance only. (Eternally pushing thirty. If he could've picked, he would've done twenty-eight, just before his handful of grey hairs started cropping up. Newt's had almost forty-five years of staring in the mirror at those four fucking grey hairs. He gave up dyeing them around the nineties. Not worth it. Still annoying.) He liked to do what young and stupid people did, like get stupid tattoos, and have a stupid haircut, and get drunk at stupid punk shows and not stumble home until he'd had at least one regrettable hook-up with a stranger and maybe lost his wallet. (The two were often related.) That particular thing was what did him in that night. It was a different time back then, man—if a dude showed even the slightest inkling that he ran in Newt's sort of circle, if you caught his drift, Newt fucking jumped at the chance.

(The band was on their second set of the evening and Newt had already screamed himself hoarse with singing along. He'd ducked outside in a back alleyway for only a second to get some fresh air, the club suddenly too hot and smokey for him to handle, and was just about to go back inside and close out his tab for the night when he realized he wasn't alone. There was someone—he was sure—lurking in the shadows a few feet away. He could hear breathing. He could see—eyes, maybe, in the dim neon light of the bar sign overhead. "Hello?" he'd called.

"Have a light?" the person called back.

They emerged from the shadows, and Newt felt himself relax at once. It was some spooky-looking guy he remembered seeing in the club, leather jacket, boots heavier than Newt's, dark hair and eyeliner. Tall. Newt remembered him, firstly, because he thought he was hot, and secondly, because he swore he caught the guy staring at him at least three times, and to Newt, that was as good as any pick-up line. He was wagging an unlit cigarette at Newt now. He was taller than Newt thought he was back in the bar—much taller, at least a full head on Newt. His eyes were a golden-brown, almost yellow, like a cat's, and Newt found himself unable to tear his own away from them. "L—light?" Newt echoed.

The guy stuck the cigarette in his mouth and arched a perfect eyebrow. Newt didn't smoke, but he did keep a lighter on him for occasions like this. He fumbled through his pockets for it while the guy stepped closer. "I was watching you," he told Newt, while Newt raised the lighter to the cigarette, "in there."

The flame danced and glinted against his eyes. Newt swallowed. "Uh-huh?" he said.

He flicked the lighter shut, leaving them both bathed in nothing but pink neon. A hand slid up against the wall next to Newt's right shoulder. Another plucked at the left lapel of his jacket. Newt was still staring at those eyes. "What's your name?" the guy said, in a puff of cigarette smoke.

"Um." Newt's leather jacket was being pushed off his shoulders. He felt his long hair being tucked to the side of his neck. All at once something seemed in snap in Newt—some reminder of where he was, and what he came here hoping for in the first place. Some hot dude was eyeing Newt up all night long, and now he was actually coming onto Newt, and Newt was about to get laid. He grinned. "Newt," he said. "Just call me that. You were watching me, huh?"

"All night," the guy said.

Newt's jacket hit the ground with a soft thump. A knee was being pushed between his. Newt felt his cheeks heat up a little—he wasn't used to people being this forward with him, and especially not in a semi-public place like this. Usually they at least made a show of offering up their apartment first. "What, um, what for?" he said.

They were kissing. Newt was clinging to the back of his jacket. And then he was kissing Newt's neck, and then he was—

"That kinda hurts," Newt mumbled. "Um, dude, I think your—your fuckin', tongue piercing cut me, or something. It's—"

It was hard to keep his eyes open. His neck felt weird. The guy was into biting, apparently, biting really hard, and yikes, that was going to leave a super embarrassing hickey that Newt would have to explain to his students somehow on Monday, but it also felt really good, like, Newt was maybe getting off kinda good, and Newt thought, dizzily, that he should at least return the favor before he finished up and collapsed in a happy heap on the ground. So he did.

The guy pulled back with a hiss. "Ow. What—?"

Newt tasted something coppery in his mouth, and he panicked and swallowed on instinct. "Oh, shit, dude, I'm sorry," he slurred. His voice sounded like it was a million miles away. "I was trying to be—sexy. Um." There was blood on the guy's chin. He was staring at Newt in something akin to horror. Dark circles were spotting Newt's vision. "I think you cut your lip," he said, and then he passed out.

Newt was alone when he woke up. It was still dark, too. He walked the two miles home, collapsing in bed, fully-clothed, just before dawn, and he didn't wake up again until sunset. He forgot his jacket, but at least he remembered his wallet this time.)

So, anyway, Newt thinks he can be forgiven if he...embellishes stuff a little when, for the first time in his whole long life, he finally spills the details to someone. Also, no way is he admitting the truth to Hermann of all people.

"There were a bunch of murders in the area at the time," he says, while Hermann, angled on his side next to him in bed, watches him raptly. It's kind of weird pillow talk, but their pillow talk rarely isn't weird. Usually Hermann will launch into a critique of Newt's latest pet theory before Newt's even caught his breath. At least he very courteously waited for Newt get a glass of water from the bathroom first this time. "Really brutal ones. Like, throats torn out, blood drained. Really nasty shit. Everyone was saying they were some kinda bizarre wolf pack attacks, but I knew better."

"Of course you did," Hermann says, running his hand down Newt's chest, and Newt can't tell if he's being sarcastic or not. (He has a feeling he is.)

"You bet," Newt says. "It took me months of, um, super hard research. Finally I hunted him down to this—" Newt debates the coolest lair possible of a vampire, and then remembers Lost Boys, which, even though he resents it slightly for totally stealing the vampire vibes he was going for, is still a kick-ass movie. "—this weird cave, where he lived. The king of the vampires. I won, obviously, but he fought back, and he managed to infect me just before I hammered the, um, the wooden stake into his heart."

"So courageous," Hermann says. He reaches up and tucks a piece of Newt's long hair back. Hermann being totally cool with the whole vampire thing, and maybe even possibly into the whole vampire thing, is probably the last thing in the world Newt expected from him. They're no strangers to hooking up during long late nights of science, but Newt swears it's gotten more frequent. "You must've been terrified."

"Nah," Newt says, though he remembers the glint of the flame off those yellow eyes, and he shivers. Hermann notices; his eyes, not yellow, but a warm shade of brown that makes Newt feel like he's being wrapped in a blanket, soften. If Newt could still blush, he would. "I'm—um—I'm pretty brave."

Newt hadn't exactly been planning on telling Hermann about the whole thing, but (last week) he had the very unfortunate timing of beginning a late-night dinner just as an oblivious Hermann strolled back into the lab to pick up his forgotten pair of glasses. To his credit, he only freaked out a little when he saw Newt draining a blood bag like a fucking Capri-Sun, and even then (after what felt like ten years of horrible, horrible silence) all he said was "You're the one who's been stealing those from medical?"

Look. Newt hasn't drank from a human being the entirety of his un-life, and he doesn't plan on it any time soon. He's...a vegetarian. Effectively. It's sort of the reason he picked up a medical degree along the way once he got tired of breaking into blood banks. Even if it's still a little ethically dubious to steal blood like that, at least he's not swooping around on unsuspecting people like that—goth asshole who swooped in on him did. (Newt's never managed to find out who he was—he suspects he was some sort of vampire drifter in town that night just to find a victim. And Newt just had to think with his dick at the worst possible time.)

Hermann tucks another strand of Newt's hair back. Newt also did not expect how fast Hermann became cool with the whole thing, but on the other hand, giant aliens are clawing their way out of the ocean on a bi-monthly basis these days. It's hard to be skeptical about most things. ("Well, it does make logical sense," Hermann had said with an eyeroll. "When you consider some of your rather more bizarre quirks, I mean. I ought to have guessed it ages ago. I suppose that's why you have that awful haircut," and that stung, because yeah, Newt hasn't felt like changing it up since the seventies, and why should he, it kinda rules? but he just laughed it off and said, "You're one to fucking talk, dude!") "Newton," Hermann says now, gently, "what actually happened?"

Newt sighs. Hermann always knows when he's lying about shit. "I was making out with a vampire in an alleyway and then he bit me. And—um—I kinda didn't notice at first, 'cause it felt... good."

"Mm," Hermann says. The corner of his mouth twitches up. "That's more along the lines of what I expected. That, or you were hounding him for details like a proper biologist and he got tired of answering your inane questions."

"Very funny," Newt says. "Ha."

Hermann rolls away from him and stretches his arms above his head. Newt watches his throat work as he yawns, swallowing down a sudden lump in his own, and he feels a surge of something hot and—alien—in the pit of his stomach. "Over forty years," Hermann says. He picks up Newt's discarded sweatshirt from the floor and tugs it down over his head. "You must get terrifically lonely."

Newt half-shrugs. "I guess. I'm kinda used to it by now." His dad (who never brought up how Newt's aging seemed to be at a standstill when they saw each other, not once) is long-gone. Newt's tried dating, but no one's ever seemed to be into it as much as he is—and besides, it's not like he could ever do the actual til death do us part thing unless he went against every ethical bone in his body and made someone like him. When the internet became a thing, he considered making a forum or something to find more of his kind, but the thought everyone just being like the guy who accidentally turned him in the first place terrified him and he killed the page before it even left infancy. So, without any better ideas, Newt forged some paperwork and leaned pretty hard into the world of academia to fill up his sad little hole of a heart, resigned himself to casual flings with anyone who seemed interested, and it mostly worked. Mostly. And then the kaiju came along, and then so did... "You make it a little bit better," he confesses.

Hermann lays back down next to him. "I do?" he says.

Newt thinks he sees something like that hot, hungry feeling he felt in his stomach flash behind Hermann's eyes. He nods.

Hermann suddenly kisses Newt, pulling him down on top of him, and then tugs the collar of Newt's stolen sweatshirt down below his collarbone. He drags Newt's hand up to press against his throat. Newt feels the erratic beat of Hermann's pulse beneath his fingertips, his heart pounding against his ribcage (pressed up against Newt's silent one), and he almost moans. "Have you ever...?" Hermann murmurs, gazing up at Newt through his dark eyelashes.

"N—never," Newt stammers. "I told you."

"Do you want to?" Hermann says. Newt tries not to gape. "Just a bit at a time, whenever you need. You wouldn't have to steal those silly blood bags anymore. And—" He hesitates. "I admit I am curious. About the sensation."

"Um," Newt says. "I—"

He feels something sharp poking his lower lip. Fangs. His fangs. Oh, shit, he's never had that happen before. He forces himself off of Hermann before he does something stupid.

"Maybe, um, maybe later?" he squeaks, while Hermann just smiles at him.

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theonewiththefanfics · 3 years

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Come Back To Me (one-shot)

Synopsis: Bucky Barnes has gone through hell and back to reach his happiness, and his happiness came in the form of the love of his life. But what happens when she’s ripped away? What happens when she comes back and can no longer be happy herself? How does he get her back

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Genre: AAAAANNNNNGGGGGSSSTTT, sooooo much angst. Lil bit of fluff as well (also, we’re gonna pretend like Endgame didn’t really happen, and WandaVision wasn’t as emotionally devastating), smut

Warnings: extreme sadness, depression, refusal to eat, unprotected sex, allusion to ra*e, but not the act. if there is anything else, please let me know and message me :) (MINIMALLY EDITED)

Word count: 9301 (it gon be a ride)

Bucky’s been scared many times in his life before. He wouldn’t admit that out loud, but most of the time, even as the Winter Soldier, he was terrified. Afraid to fail and of the consequences that would follow, afraid to succeed and have another person’s blood on his hands, afraid to look in the mirror, for the face staring back at him wasn’t quite his own, and even afraid to sleep in the dark, terrified the spirits of his victims would come out for revenge. But he’s never been as scared as he was in that moment, pointing a gun at the head of the love of his life, while she did the same, only without any clue as to who Bucky was.

His mind was still processing how they’d gotten in that position, and it refused to accept it, because nothing, not a single thing had clued him in on how that day could turn south so quickly.

It had started off as usual with Bucky’s flesh hand sliding down Y/N’s naked spine, as she had her face pressed against his toned chest, small snores escaping into the air, while a small dribble of drool trickled down the corner of her mouth.

Bucky couldn’t help the smile lifting up his lips. It was moments like those, he believed in good things. 5 AM, the New York sky dark and without a trace of morning light probably until 8 AM, with his favourite person in the world pressed up against his side, soaking up his warmth, leeching it off without any shame after having been satisfied (or at least he hoped so) by his tongue, fingers and, well, other things as well.

Y/N shifted a bit, trailing her palm up to his abs and settling in the middle of his chest to feel his strong heartbeat. Bucky laid his palm over hers. Even in her sleep, she didn’t hesitate to entwine their fingers and bring them under her chin, closer to her, as if she needed him next to her at all times.

He felt bad, he truly did, as he squeezed Y/N’s side, making her frown. “You gotta wake up, dollface. We gotta get ready.”

“Dunantdo,” she mumbled, and if Bucky hadn’t been there to take care of her drunken ass more times than he could count, he wouldn’t have been able to decipher her slurred words as “don’t want to.”

“I know.” He chuckled. “And believe me, there’s nothing in this world I’d wanna do more than lay here with you… well maybe go down on you a few more times at some point as well, but the mission won’t happen on its own.”

Bucky felt her chest rumble against his, as she laughed. “Oh, I wouldn’t mind you going down on me, mission and all.” Her words were clearer, but still laced with sleep, and muffled by his skin while he felt her calves run against his as she stretched out.

“I know you don’t. The missing hair chunks on my head prove that.”

“Hey!” she slapped his chest but soothing it immediately blearily looking at him with a pout. “I didn’t pull that hard!”

“I’m not complaining, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss against the top of her head. “In fact, if you ever stop doing that, I will make sure you regret it, but unfortunately we don’t have time for a rendezvous. Jet’s gonna be ready in an hour.”

Finally, after having accepted the fact she won’t get any more sleep, Y/N lifted herself to rest on her elbow right next to Bucky’s ribs and opened her Y/E/C sleep-filled eyes to look into his cerulean ones. “We can still squeeze in a quickie if we hop into the shower together.”

“We can,” Bucky hummed, metal fingers lifting up to cup her cheek and place a strand of unruly hair behind her ear. “But you know a quickie for us is never quick.”

Y/N let out a scoff and pushed away from their fluffy duvet, making her shiver as she placed her feet on the cold floor. “And whose fault is that? You’re the one with the super-soldier stamina.”

“And you,” he pinched her ass making her squeal before giving him the middle finger and taking the red Henley she’d so happily taken off his body the night before only to put it on herself, “are the completely irresistible one. Can you blame me for wanting to spend eternity between those two legs in every way possible?”

The smile she threw him over her shoulder was nothing short of wicked, but instead of joining him in the warm embrace of the bed, Y/N made her way to the bathroom. “Keep talking, Mr Charmer. Might just get you what you want.”

Bucky was happy about having super speed as well with how quickly he hopped out of the bed and pressed her against the cold tile wall.

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Much to Steve’s annoyance, although they were barely fifteen minutes late, Bucky and Y/N were late, and when he saw the smug grins both of them sported, he genuinely thought his eyes would get stuck at the back of his head with the hard roll he gave to them.

“As a new policy,” he started, flipping over the mission file, “I’m putting you two on a celibate streak.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, plopping down on one of the metal benches as the Quinjet lifted in the air. “Really, Steve? Do you truly want to deal with Bucky like that? Cause I know, I don’t.”

“Well, your fondueing is disrupting the schedule.”

“Oh relax,” Nat butted in, throwing Y/N a chocolate bar, given how no one had had time to eat proper breakfast. “It’s not like the HYDRA base was going to suddenly disappear.”

“It could’ve,” the blond super soldier countered.

Nat rolled her eyes, not bothering to hide the smile she had on her face. “Which is why we have an inside man, who as of three minutes ago has confirmed – they’re still there. And by the looks of it, not even trying to run.”

Bucky’s arm slung around Y/N’s shoulder and pulled her closer. “See? Everything’s still on track. Besides, from what I heard from Sam, he’s loving the whole under-cover thing so we were doing him a favour.”

Tony had gotten out of the pilot’s seat and joined in on everyone discussing Y/N’s and Bucky’s sex life, so that was her cue to switch the comms in her ear from ‘communication’ setting to the ‘music’ setting, leaning against Bucky’s side and closing her eyes, cashing in on those lost sleep minutes she’d spent in the shower with her lover.

When they had about forty minutes left in the air, Bucky once more woke Y/N up as she’d fallen asleep while Steve and Tony went over the last briefing.

“Bucky and I will take the South-side entrance,” Steve said, pointing at the holographic map Tony had pulled up. “Y/N, Nat and Wanda you take the East, and go as easy as you can, Red.” Steve nudged his chin towards Wanda who nodded. “Just because you can bend reality doesn’t mean you can bend your health. That’s where the main intel storage unit. Get as much as you can and get out. Tony will take the air and wait until Sam joins before blowing everything up. Clint, Bruce and Thor have all checked in, and are already in their positions on the ground as blitz attack. Once F.R.I.D.A.Y has confirmed everyone’s location away from the blast zone Tony will detonate the bombs Sam has set up inside. Got it?”

Affirmative nods came from everyone on board, as they went to do final checks on their gear and equipment.

“Be careful out there, alright?” Bucky mumbled against Y/N’s neck as she double and triple checked her ammunition count, strapping a sword to her back as well, just in case. Her obsession with Medieval fantasy shows giving her a reason to make Tony pay for her lessons.

“We’re gonna be fine,” Y/N gently patted Bucky’s cheek before giving him a peck on the cheek as he wrapped two strong hands around her waist. “We always are.”

But where typically she was right (most of the time), it was in that instance where she couldn’t be further from the truth if she’d tried.

Despite having Sam on the inside and him having gone through great lengths to make the infiltration as easy as possible, getting inside the building had been suspiciously easy, and that had set off everyone’s alarm bells, but knowing how important gathering the information was, they pressed on, keeping the thought that it could be a trap at the back of their minds at all times.

Thor, Bruce and Clint had started their ground attack two minutes before the rest had joined, with Vision guiding and disabling every system possible from back at the tower, so Tony and F.R.I.D.A.Y could put all of their focus on retaliating against the helacarriers coming their way.

“Cap, we’re in,” Natasha announced, ducking through the door, as Wanda covered her six, and Y/N lead the way in front, bullet shells flying out from her rifle.

Their comms crackled with echoes of gunfire outside as Tony lead them through the place right until they got to the main room where the whole system mainframe resided in.

“Five-minute countdown commenced,” Y/N said it out loud to inform the rest of their team, as she stood behind Wanda, who’d created a red shield of magic, keeping the assault away and them inside the room.

Five minutes until they had to get out of the building because in eight minutes time Tony and Vision, having infiltrated HYDRA’s system would blow everything to bits. If that failed, Wanda was there to provide a safety dome for the three of them, but it was just as a failsafe. Even though she now had full control of her powers, understood them better than ever, taking in a blast that will level a whole ass building was still a lot and there was no guarantee bricks and beams wouldn’t just settle right over them to then fall on top the women, she was still recuperating from a rival witch attack and it had taken out a bit more energy from her than usual.

“How’s it looking over on your end, Vis?” Wanda asked through the comms, connecting back to the rest of the team in the tower.

“The files are coming in, but too slowly,” his smooth voice invaded everyone’s earpieces. “And unfortunately F.R.I.D.A.Y’s mainframe won’t allow for a faster download, as she needs to scan everything for viruses.”

“Should’ve used a flash-drive,” Y/N mumbled under her breath as she watched the HYDRA agents line outside the room, creating a two-level firing squad basically.

“Last time we did that, the files corrupted the drive and then erased themselves,” Tony butted in, then groaned as something hard hit him. “And no one needs to hear you complain about losing the six seasons of Brooklyn Nine-Nine again.”

Y/N just rolled her eyes and steadied her rifle against her shoulder once Nat gave the go-sign. Then something beeped through everyone’s comms. The three-minute countdown before the whole building went down.

“We’re barely at seventy-six percent,” Nat’s tone was calm, but the frustration didn’t go unnoticed by others.

“Plan B then.” Wanda changed her stance a bit, but not by much as to not arouse any suspicion from the agents. If they could be taken out by the blast instead of her it’d be less energy used on her part.

“Are you sure?” Sam finally butted in, having gotten in contact with Bucky who’d given him a comm linked just with their interface. “We can try and delay the blast,” Sam said right as Bucky commanded him to do so.

“No,” Wanda stated. There were already at the two-minute mark. “Get out. We’ll take cover once the files are ours.”

“Y/N,” she heard her lover start, but she just shook her head, even though he couldn’t see it.

“Wanda’s right. Just be here to pull us out from the rubble. I have no want to climb through the wreckage.”

A deep, long, exasperated sigh echoed in her ears, and it made her smile. “You know, sometimes I really hate you.”

“Love you too, hot stuff.”

A chorus of gags followed shortly after their little display of affection, and even though they were nowhere near one another they rolled their eyes almost at the exact same time, as Vision told Wanda to stay safe.

“You owe me a foot massage, Vis.”

“Gross.” Y/N chuckled.

Wanda just threw her a smirk. “Imagine how we all feel about you and Bucky.”

“Okay, we’re down to sixty seconds!” Tony said, making Y/N nervously glance back at Nat.

The assassin just shook her head. “Eighty-seven percent.”

She gritted her teeth. If the building went out before they got the files they’d be stuck with just what they had. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, please speed up a bit, the place is about to get blown to bits.”

“Rerouting the files to a different server,” the A.I. was immediately on it. “Will have to do the scan later.”

“Thirty seconds, guys!” Steve shouted as whoever was still near the base scrambled to get out.

Nat’s head whipped back to the computer screen. “Almost there.”

But the whole thing seemed to have made the HYDRA agents realise something was amiss, yet it was too late for them. As Sam counted off the last five seconds, Natasha rushed to the other two women, grabbing them by their waists and crouching down while Wanda created a red dome of magic, explosions shaking the whole house.

For a second the rumbling felt more like someone shaking you awake from a deep sleep until the walls of the room exploded, raining fire, brick and metal down on them.

That would’ve been fine if not for the fact that the floor underneath them decided to disappear as well, an array of curses coming from their mouths as Wanda immediately rounded out the shield while the rest of their teammates kept nagging them to respond.

“Y/N, I swear to everything you hold dear, I will kill you myself if you die,” Bucky pretty much screamed, while she groaned as the sudden shift in balance had made her hit herself in the ribs with the rifle.

She gritted her teeth, as Wanda used more of her powers to stabilise them. “We’re fine,” she responded. “No need to bring in the cavalry yet.”

A deep sigh from what seemed like everyone echoed in her earpiece, and when Wanda was sure there’d be no second shockwaves from the blast or no debris that could fall right on top of them where she’d need to take her focus away, she flew the three women out of the ruined building and onto the grassy knoll where the team stood waiting.

Bucky was instantly next to Y/N, pulling her into his body and her lips against his once Wanda released her from the energy bubble.

“God, you’re disgusting,” Sam mumbled, and it was followed by a small yelp when someone hit him in the side.

Y/N threw him a mischievous grin when she pulled away. “Don’t be a Bitter Betty. The offer to set you up still stands.”

Sam cackled, as everyone had now regrouped and together were marching away to where the jet sat disguised between the trees. “Hard pass. You’re a worse matchmaker than Steve.”

“Hey! Amelia was an amazing girl.”

“She is except for the fact that she’s not interested in men.”

Steve’s cheeks reddened up a bit, as Tony gave him a sympathetic pat. “ ‘S not my business to ask what people’s sexuality is. And blame yourself. You’re the one who’s called Sam.”

“Oh, don’t you even –“ but his words were cut off midway as gunfire rained down on them from the sky.

Instantly Wanda threw up a shield once more, Bucky going to cover Y/N with his body, but HYDRA opening fire from the top had left their sides unprotected, and a well-aimed shot from a bazooka ripped everyone apart.

The blast was minimised thanks to Wanda and her quickly directing a part of her magic to contain it, but the missile still threw them away.

Y/N’s head was ringing, and she wasn’t sure if it was because of the loud noise of the blast, because of her having hit her head against a tree trunk, or because of all the screams from her teammates, yet she had zero time to recuperate as an agent rushed towards her, knives ready for a kill.

The first one embedded itself inside the tree, and barely not inside her head, as she moved to the side in the last minute, but a small sting still crept along the side of her head where he’d managed to split the skin.

She was up and rolling away, grabbing one of her own knives from the side of her leg, finally unsheathing her sword. There was no time to put more clips in her guns.

The first agent was quick work for Y/N, I mean he only three more knives left, and he’d been one of the unlucky ones to stand next to the building when it went off, so the shrapnel had ripped a piece of his Kevlar open giving her the perfect place to put her sword in, but the next ten were not as easy.

She was worn out, tired from having experienced two explosions and some of the agents were new backup, which meant they had more strength and energy, but she wasn’t going to let them get the best of her.

At the back of her mind, Y/N heard everyone chiming in as to where they were, how many people were after them if they needed backup, but mostly Y/N heard Bucky’s calls that he was coming to get her, even though she hadn’t requested help, she was too busy dodging bullets and knives to even respond.

She was human, she needed help, she wanted help, but then something odd occurred to her – most, from what she’d heard through the comms, were fighting maybe four to five people at a time, with the exception of Wanda, Tony, Thor and Hulk who had tanks and cars going after them, while Y/N had a group of twenty to twenty-five people to manage.

It was an ambush, it dawned on her.

She wanted to scream at herself ‘No shit, the whole thing is an ambush’, but it was an ambush of Y/N specifically, which was odd given how she was pretty much one of the few who had no direct ties to HYDRA, but that one moment of confusion was enough for someone to land a slice to the side where her own suit had a hole in it.

“Oh, we don’t want you,” a voice went through her comms that she didn’t recognise. It was muffled as if someone was whispering through someone else’s mic. “But we’ll hurt you more than ever.”

An unsettling quiet settled around before she clearly recognised Bucky breathing out a ‘no’ and then a panicked ‘Y/N!’ rip through his throat. Her head whipped to see one of the most frightening sights of her life that will forever be ingrained in her mind.

Bucky was laying on the ground, completely paralysed without the ability to even flex a muscle, blue eyes turned towards her in terror and helplessness as he watched while nine more agents stormed towards her.

She was capable, of course. He’d even experienced how capable the girl was on his own skin, and it had left his super-soldier skin bruised and battered for a few days. But right now, she was tired, she had zero ammo left, all of her knives were embedded in the heads or chests of other assailants and somewhere along the way her sword had snapped in half, leaving her with a jagged piece of steel, which was also protruding out from someone’s chest. Y/N had nothing, but her punches and kicks left. And even she knew there was no way she’d last long enough to get back to the jet in one piece.

So, gathering whatever strength remained in her body, Y/N retaliated on last time. She heard people shouting that they were coming for her, and for a moment she truly believed so when a red ball of magic hit a group of seven agents knocking them down, but when Y/N’s eyes flitted to where it’d come from, she saw the agents subdue Wanda, as they'd somehow managed to put an electroshock collar around her neck. She fell to her knees gasping in pain.

All of it, Y/N realised, every single thing that had happened had been a distraction. They’d split them apart, and the Avengers had most likely helped HYDRA accomplish their goal when the bomb went off.

For a moment she wondered why’d they’d want to take her, why not take their ‘weapons’ back, but just as quickly came the realisation of their words.

Someone grabbed her by the ankle, yanking her down.

Y/N saw stars behind her eyelids, and her teeth clanked together. She was lucky her tongue hadn’t been between them.

Bucky screamed as if someone was ripping his heart from his chest.

A gun hit her on the head.

And then everything went black.

***

Bucky was going insane. He’d trade having his brain being put through the meatgrinder for seventy years once again if that meant Y/N was back with him, but the empty space in his bed, the unused shampoo and conditioner bottles, the dirty cup in the sink told him otherwise. She was gone, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

For two weeks he was basically a zombie, barely eating and functioning, spending most of his time by the interrogation room’s computer, following up on dead-end leads and any breadcrumb he could find, yet every single time he thought he’d gotten something as if life was mocking him, it turned into dust, just like his hope slowly was.

There was pretty much no one else but him, Sam and Wanda left in the tower, as the rest had split off into teams to go and search every left-over HYDRA base in the world. The only reason he wasn’t out there was because Steve had benched him.

“You’re compromised,” he’d said. Bucky couldn’t say he wasn’t.

Sam had stayed behind because during his last raid he’d gotten hit by some gas, rendering him pretty much useless for half a week, and no one felt comfortable enough to ask him to put his life on the line before a full recovery.

And Wanda… well, Wanda wasn’t taking the whole thing too great either, but she was still functioning, so she was just waiting for the jet to come in and fly her out to Serbia with Vision for a potential lead on Y/N.

Defeated for the night, he grabbed the coffee cup that once had been filled and trudged his way to the kitchen area. God, fucking hell, how much did it hurt to even breathe.

Just as he was about to pour himself another cup of the burning black liquid, all of his senses went haywire, and he spun around to look at the hallway of the living room. He instantly recognised the shadow standing in the middle of it, how the shape curved and sloped in such a familiar way. How could he not, when that shadow belonged to the woman, he intended to spend the rest of his life with, when his hands had memorised each and every way she was formed.

“Dollface?” his voice cracked at the end, but when she entered the light, instead of warmth filling his heart at the relief of her being back, ice-cold fear rushed through him at the sight of the black muzzle across her nose and mouth, not to even mention the HYDRA symbol in the middle of the chest of her tactical suit.

The first shot rang out right after he blinked, giving him barely enough time to dodge it, but Y/N was already on the move rushing towards him and kicking her leg out so that her knee would connect with Bucky’s chin.

A sickening crunch echoed through the room, as his head met the marble floor, bright lights flashing behind his eyes. He could even feel his teeth vibrate from the impact. It was this second which he used to somewhat regain a sense of place, that Y/N used to straddle him down, hand going behind her back to pull out a gun, but Bucky knew her. He knew her moves and how she left her left side open.

When his forehead connected to Y/N’s nose, he almost vomited at the feeling of bone-crunching against his skin, but it gave him enough time to deliver a blow to her side, disarming her before grabbing her bicep and pulling her arm behind her back, his own metal appendage wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her flush against him.

“Come on, sweetheart!” he was pleading, but his grip unyielding to her struggles. “Fight this. I know you can.”

But to his horror, HYDRA had dug their nails into her mind deeper than he ever thought was possible, as she smashed the back of her head against his nose once more, red blood spilling everywhere.

He staggered back, palm cradling his face, but he still had one free to block the fist that was coming in his direction. This caught her off guard for a millisecond, but not long enough for Bucky to do anything, as she smashed her foot against his knee, bringing him down, yet he’d expected it, using the position to his advantage and grabbing Y/N behind the legs, yanking her towards him, and making her back hit hard against the floor, dizzying and knocking the air out of the woman.

It took him three seconds to slide over to the gun she’d discarded and to stand up, and it took three seconds for her to flip herself up and aim the gun that’d still been strapped to her thigh.

Both of them were shaking, but both for different reasons. Bucky was shaking because he was making the love of his life look down the barrel of a gun, while she was shaking because the only thought on her mind was about if she didn’t finish the mission, the consequences would be more horrible than anything HYDRA had done to her before.

“I don’t want to hurt you! Please snap out of it!” he hollered but didn’t lower his weapon. It went against all of his instincts to be in that position, even when the two sparred, Bucky, to Y/N’s annoyance who was hoping for a real fight, pulled his punches. It was unnatural for him to even consider harming her.

She cocked her gun, didn’t even hesitate.

“Sorry, can’t do that. You’re my mission.”

Bucky took in one last breath.

It hitched in his throat.

He blinked away the tears pooling at his bottom lashes.

He’d never pull the trigger.

She steadied her aim.

Bucky closed his eyes.

But the bullet never came. At least not for him.

The yelp of pain made him open his eyes just to see Y/N’s body jerk to the side and drop to her knee, hand clutching at her shoulder, with Sam behind her, his own gun aimed at her with a little stream of smoke coming out of the barrel.

Yet the second her shock passed Y/N swiftly turned to Sam, gun in her usable palm when her body seized up, and she fell to the ground unconscious.

Bucky was panting, as he looked to see Redwing, two blue lights on each side dying out, as it deactivated the tasers. It took him a second to realize what had happened, but then he was by Y/N’s side, pulling her body up to cradle against his own.

“What the hell, Sam?!” Bucky yelled, hovering his left hand over Y/N��s mouth. When the metal fogged over, his whole frame literally shuddered in relief, as he went on to the next job – stopping the bleeding before her breathing stopped.

“She was gonna put a bullet between your eyes!”

“You didn’t have to shoot her!”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sam mocked, dropping to his knees and shredding apart a kitchen towel to press against the wound. “Would you have rather had your brains splattered against the floor?”

“You had Redwing taser her! That was enough!”

“If I hadn’t shot her, Redwing wouldn’t have been able to taser her.”

He hated the fact wounding Y/N had been a necessary step in subduing her. No, Bucky told himself, not her. Not his Y/N, but whoever HYDRA had placed in her mind.

As gently as possible, he scooped up her body and with Sam in tow made his way to the med bay.

F.R.I.D.A.Y had alerted the medical staff of the situation, so they were ready when Bucky came in. Instantly two nurses took his girl from his arms and laid her down on a gurney, Helen Cho stepping up with surgical gloves.

“A through and through in the shoulder,” she remarked more for the medical records than anyone else. “She’ll have a few painful weeks of recovery, but nothing fatal.”

Bucky nodded in acknowledgement, but still, he didn’t let anyone touch Y/N without him being beside her. As Helen patched up her shoulder and strapped her down on the cell bed, he was still there beside her, both hands clutching onto her palm, not moving an inch away.

A little while after Helen had left, he felt a presence hovering behind him, and Sam stepped into the room, leaning against the wall, brown eyes looking over Y/N.

“How is she?”

Bucky sighed, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. They were cracked and on the verge of bleeding despite the regenerative cream, Dr Cho had applied. “Asleep,” he mumbled. “So that’s better, I guess. Gives her time to heal.”

He heard Sam shuffle around a bit, and then he entered Bucky’s peripheral as he sat down on a chair next to the bed.“It took them thirty years to break you, yet it took them two weeks to break her…” Sam said biting on his lip, and the statement made anger course through Bucky’s veins.

“Are you seriously calling her fucking weak?” He snapped looking at his fellow Avenger. “You have no idea what kind of torture they pu-“

“I’m not calling her weak,” Sam interrupted. “Y/N is one of the strongest people out there. What I’m saying is – back then it took them years to break a person… now it took them barely fourteen days… what else have they ‘improved’ on?”

The thought of Y/N having her mind ripped apart and then put back together as if she was some ragdoll made bile rise in Bucky’s throat, and it didn’t settle when he thought of how far that horrid machine had come since he’d been in one.

But as much as Bucky wanted revenge, as much as he wanted to destroy HYDRA, to make sure what happened to Y/N never happens again to anyone else, let alone if what Sam implied was true, he couldn’t leave her, not when she would need a familiar face the most.

He gulped, closing his eyes and tightening his grip on her hand to steady himself. Just the thought of her in all that pain made him go to the edge of breaking apart. “She’s gonna be alright, isn’t she?” If there was one thing Bucky appreciated from Sam it was his honesty.

“In the long run most likely. You’d be the proof of that…” Sam sighed. “But first, we gotta make sure she doesn’t shut people out.”

But that was most definitely easier said than done, given how the second Y/N woke up, which was about a day later after being knocked-out cold when she realised what had happened, it was not like a wall had magically appeared between her and anyone from the team, but a fucking fortress surrounded by an impenetrable mountainous barrier, and she was the only citizen in that mind castle. And Bucky was the first one behind the door.

It broke his heart to see Y/N pretty much shut down. She refused to eat, barely drank the water provided, and couldn’t sleep one bit, yet what hurt most was she absolutely rejected even the thought of going back to their shared room, and instead stayed in her barren cell, white walls, with a thin blanket and a paper-like pillow. It got so bad they had to put her on an IV drip so she wouldn’t waste away. But it didn’t matter to her. She was like a ragdoll.

It was about five days later when she said her first words. Y/N had her head in her hands, matted Y/H/C strands spilling between her fingers, as her nails dug deeper into her skull. That’s the position she’d been sitting in for the past five hours, not even bothering to lift her eyes as a paper plate with a meal, a single plastic spoon next to it and a paper cup of water was slid through the opening at the bottom of her cell door. She wasn’t hungry anyway. In fact, what she really wanted was to disappear from the surface of the earth, for the ground to open and be swallowed by molten lava or have a sharknado crash in and get eaten by a great white.

“How’re you feeling?” Sam asked arms crossed as he leaned against the entrance to the door. He’d been asking that since the first time she opened her eyes, but never received a response, so when the scoff she let out was almost inaudible, but he still picked up on it, he straightened out. “Just peachy,” Y/N mumbled. “Absolutely fantastic. Ten out of ten would recommend.”

“Y/N…”

He really didn’t have anything to say. I mean what could you possibly say… but he had to at least try, given how miserable Bucky was. He’d heard him sob so loud through two closed doors and a running shower, that he had to do something.

Sam swallowed hard before entering the room and cautiously, keeping as much space as possible between the two, sat down next to Y/N. He wasn’t afraid of her. He could never be. But he knew she needed to let him closer on her own terms. “You can’t keep going like this. You can’t keep everything in. If you don’t wanna talk to the shrink, it’s fine, but at least talk to someone else…”

“I am talking to you.”

“Yes, but you know who I mean.”

“How am I supposed to even look at him?” Her head shot up, and tears threatened to spill down her face. “How am I supposed to talk to him? To touch him, knowing I almost killed him.”

“It wasn’t you.”

“But it was!” The words were a hiss. “It was me. I understood everything I was doing, I knew who he was, I knew what we were to one another, yet…” she choked in the middle of the sentence, not wanting to say the truth. “I wasn’t going to hesitate. I was going to kill him. If you hadn’t gotten involved, one more second and Bucky would’ve been dead. Because of me.”

“HYDRA messed with your brain,” Sam stated. “I know that everyone knows that and Bucky most of all. Why do you think he couldn’t pull the trigger?”

“Because he’s an idiot.”

“No, because he’s been in the exact same situation.”

She bit her lip. All her brain was doing was screaming that Sam was right, to listen to him, he knew what he was talking about, but the guilt, the absolutely corrosive horror at herself for what she was going to do wouldn’t let common sense come through. “I just.” Y/N choked and then cleared her throat. “Just tell him I don’t want to see him. I – I can’t see him.”

Sam did know heartbreak. He’d felt it when his first girlfriend had broken up with him, he’d felt it in the army when his friends lost limbs and lives, and now he felt it looking at two of the people he’d grown closest to struggle to find one another and themselves.

He cleared his throat standing up and wiping hind palms down his thighs. “Wanda is also – “

But Y/N didn’t let him finish the sentence. “No.” She shook her head. “No one. Please.” She tucked her face against her knees. “I just wanna be alone.”

And so he left her alone. In fact, everyone did so.

For a whole month, the usually lively tower was a glass structure of sombre and pain. Everyone was hurting. Wanda had retreated to her room, sitcoms on the rerun, Vision always by her side as she tried to manage the sadness of one of her dearest friends going through such a tough time and the guilt of not being able to help Y/N, to save her from that pain. Nat and Clint along with Tony had locked themselves in one of the lower levels of the tower analysing the data she’d gathered. They needed to occupy themselves with something, otherwise, they’d be overcome by their own thoughts and they were too dark to manage at that moment. Bruce and Thor had relegated themselves to the lab doing experiment after experiment, trying to find out how HYDRA had managed to do such damage to Y/N.

Steve, however… Steve was doing quite bad. He felt probably the most amount of guilt than the rest of his teammates. He’d taken up the role of the leader, he was supposed to make sure everyone stayed safe. Yes, they were the most skilled people in the world, but they trusted him to make the best calls. And him not having taken into account a blitz attack from HYDRA after their blitz attack had broken two of his friends because Bucky was doing just as bad as Y/N, if not even worse.

He wouldn’t sleep, he couldn’t; Steve heard his cries each night until, at twelve of one AM, they’d cease, and he’d make his way to the cells. Steve had told Y/N a week after she’d been brought back that there was no reason for her to stay in there. She’d just sat on the bed, arms around her knees and staring at the wall. She didn’t go back to her room.

But each night Bucky would sit by the glass doors and look at the frame of the love of his life, curled underneath a white duvet, a single pillow underneath her head (Y/N loved pillows, she couldn’t sleep without at least four of them) body in a foetal position. She looked so broken. She was. And because of that, so was he.

It was about three AM at night, when his routine was shaken up by none other than Y/N. Typically she’d sleep through the night not even stirring, slipping into the cot at nine PM and then waking up at six AM when Helen came in to switch her IV. She was eating now, but still too little for it to be enough.

However, that night she was stirred awake by the feeling of someone watching her, not the camera that was always on but by human eyes.

That was the first time she’d seen Bucky since having woken up and regaining control of her body.

Her breath hitched when their eyes met, and his whole body straightened out. Y/N remained under the covers, while Bucky sat by the doors still. His palm pressed against the glass.

“Hi, doll.”

Two words, but that was enough for the dam to break. Tears spilt down her face, and without a second to spare Bucky had rushed inside and laid down next to her, strong arms weaving around her shaking body, as his own pain merged with hers.

All Y/N could manage to say was ‘I’m so sorry,' and it became a mantra she repeated in Bucky’s chest, hoping that somehow the words would find their way and settle beneath his skin so he could understand with his whole being how much she meant them.

“Please.” He was close to sobbing by that point, hand moving to cup her cheek. “Please let me help.”

“I can’t, Bucky! I can’t!” Y/N was close to complete hysterics by this point. “Every time I even think about you, I remember the emptiness, the absolute numbness that was in me, when I pointed a gun at your face, and I meant to kill you! I was going to pull the trigger, if not for Sam… So,” she gulped looking down at the ground, at their feet. “Tell me how the hell am I supposed to let you anywhere near me when I’m terrified of myself.”

The grip he had on her face, was tight, strong and sure. “Because it wasn’t you. I know what it’s like to have your brain scrambled around and rearranged with false truths and present them as real… but the thing is – they’re not. And you taught me that. You were the one who made me realise it, dollface. Now let me do the same for you.”

“I can’t even look at myself in the mirror because every time I do, I see that – that monster staring back at me.”

“Reflections are deceiving,” Bucky whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. “Mirrors can’t and will never show the truth. It’s a twisted, flipped and made-up version of us, and we can’t allow ourselves to believe it. It’s not us.”

And despite the pain, despite the guilt and anxiousness, Y/N chuckled, letting out a small sound of happiness for the first time in a while. “When did you get so wise, Gandalf?”

She could feel the relief that flooded Bucky’s body slowly seep into her own. “Well, re-reading ‘The Hobbit’ helped… but more so you. You taught me that. You made me realise the man that haunts my nightmares might have my face, but it’s not me. He’s not me and I’m not him.”

“Will you…” Her voice shook as she said the words as if there was a possibility, he could say no. “Will you help me?”

“You never, ever have to ask for help. I’m always here for you. Whatever you need, I’m always here. I’m so sorry, so sorry you had to go through that.”

And for the first time in six weeks did Bucky get to hug Y/N. Feeling her body melt into his almost made him have a breakdown of his own, as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and grabbed onto him like her life depended on the tightness of her grip.

Six weeks, almost two months without Y/N in every imaginable way had almost broken Bucky to a point of no return. Had they gone longer periods of time without seeing one another? Sure, but this was different. When the person you love is right there, but more unreachable than when they’re thousands of miles away, that’s a different kind of pain.

She didn’t release her grip form him, as Bucky shifted and sat up, her legs moving to lace around his waist on instinct. With one hand underneath her thighs the other going to take off the IV bag from the stand, he stood up and moved through the tower, finally retreating to his room, where he took off a photo frame from the wall and hung up the medical supply while gently laying Y/N down between his sheets.

She’d been in that position many times before in different states of undress, in different emotional states as well, but not once had she been alone there. And neither would she be alone now.

It was the first night Bucky slept without waking up, and when he did Y/N’s head was resting on his chest. He held her a bit tighter then.

***

The road to recovery was slow.

It started with her spending her days and nights in Bucky’s room, no longer isolating herself from him. It turned to late-night talks where they just chatted about miscellaneous things, and if she felt comfortable enough, then about every heavy thing pressing on her heart. Then she ventured off to her own room, and once evening slipped inside the room of who was her neighbour. She slept next to Wanda that night.

The next night, she and Wanda sneaked inside Nat’s bedroom, and just hung out a bit, painting their nails. When Y/N went to sleep next to Bucky, she felt as light as the light-yellow colour adorning her fingers.

On the morning of the eleventh day of her recovery, she woke up earlier and made everyone breakfast, putting some extra chocolate chips in Sam’s pancakes. He deserved it for all the trouble he’d gone through. The smile on his lips and the kiss on her head from him meant more than any thank you he could say.

But it was about a month down the line, after evenings where she’d joined in on the movie nights and had discussed the gathered intelligence from other missions as well as the tactics agents should employ when Y/N took her biggest step yet.

Bucky was laying on his bed ‘The Two Towers’ between his fingers, the metal appendage flipping the pages as gently as if they were made from butterfly wings, when Y/N came out of the bathroom, hair wet and dripping onto her nightshirt. Well, it was actually one of Bucky’s shirts, but at this point, every piece of clothing he owned belonged to her as well. Besides, in his humble opinion, she wore them better than he ever could.

“Buck?”

“Yeah?” he hummed, flipping to another page.

“Buck I – “ she took in a breath. “I want to have sex.”

“What? Ow!” The book had slipped from his hands and the edge hit his eyebrow, making Y/N hiss, and instantly come over to try and soothe the hurt part.

“I mean – “ Bucky stuttered much like his heart. “I’d love to. Gosh, dollface, you know I’d do anything you ever wanted me. Tell me to spend forever between your legs, and I will, but… Please don’t feel like we have to. You’re still healing, and –“

“I want to,” Y/N was quick to quench his doubt, running a gentle finger over his brow. “I do. I – I need to feel you. I need to feel… I need to feel whole, and I haven’t in so long.”

His hand cupped her cheek. “You are whole. You don’t need me to complete you. You don’t need anyone to complete you.”

“I –“ She huffed, struggling to form the thought running through her brain into words. “I – I know that. At least I think so. But… but there is this part inside me, I can’t seem to heal myself, this crack that no matter how hard I try to mend just won’t do. And that’s because that part can only be filled by love. And yours is the strongest one I have in my life.”

A tear slipped down his cheek. “Oh, doll…”

Her legs slowly shifted so they were straddling him as Bucky leaned up in a sitting position, palms dropping to her hips and sliding underneath her PJs to touch the soft skin of her back.

His nose skimmed against hers, and Y/N sighed at the feeling. She’d slept like that – nose to nose curled up next to Bucky – for close to a month and a half now, but the anticipation of the kiss turned her into a bundle of nerves.

“One word,” he breathed against her skin, pressing a kiss to her collarbone before looking deeply into her eyes. “One word and we stop.”

And even though she wanted to say there was no doubt in her mind about doing it, she nodded. He needed the reassurance just as much as she did that if something happened, he’d be there for her.

When Bucky’s lips met hers, it was just like the first kiss they’d shared. A bit tentative, unsure, yet filled with so much restrained passion and pure love it was overwhelming, and Y/N’s eyes immediately filled with tears.

“Darling, let’s just not do this,” Bucky said noticing the clear pearls dripping down her cheeks, but she shook her head.

“I just missed you so much. I missed letting you love me.”

“Well, it’s a good thing people don’t need permission to love. I never stopped. I can’t imagine ever not loving you.”

His mouth was on hers once again. Bucky let Y/N lead the whole time. He didn’t deny himself from exploring her body, from feeling every crook, dip, and crevice of her form, but she was always in control.

When her shirt dropped to the floor, she was the one who started lifting it up.

When she laid down to pull Bucky on top, she was the one who flipped them over and pulled him on top.

Her hands skimmed the band of his boxers, and Bucky unconsciously ground against Y/N’s clothed core at the feeling, both letting out moans of relief at the friction.

“Can you take ‘em off?” she breathed, as Bucky left beautiful marks on her neck and chest so they could bloom through the night and could be greeted by them in the morning.

“You sure?”

She nodded. “Please.”

They did it together. Y/N linked her fingers behind the fabric and pulled it down his legs while he shimmied out from the boxers and kicked it to the floor.

“Can I take yours off?”

As sure as she was about everything that was going on, there was still some hesitancy in her body, and he immediately sensed it, pulling a little bit away. “Y/N…”

When her hands went to wrap around his wrists where they rested against her hips, horror washed over Bucky like a cold shower. “Did they…?”

“No!” Y/N was immediate to answer. “No, they didn’t… but… they said after they were done with me after they turned me into their puppet… after they’d make me hurt you, you’d never want to touch me. That, in your last moments, you’d only have hate in your heart for me, and I’d have to live with that for the rest of my life.”

He gently put a finger underneath her chin and lifted her head. “Even when I was staring down that barrel, all I could think about was how much I love you. How I’d give my life for you even if you were the one taking it. I could never hate you.”

A violent sob ripped through her chest. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve the world, and I’ll try to give as much of it to you as I can.”

She couldn’t take much more of his confessions because Y/N’s chest was already as full as it could be of love, so instead, she pulled Bucky back down for a passion-filled kiss, while shimmying out from her own underwear.

“Condom?”

“No,” Y/N shook her head. “Not this time. Need to feel you as you are.”

“You sure?”

She nodded. “Helen put me back on the pill about a month ago.”

Bucky shuddered, nodding. “Alright. Okay. But I need to make sure I don’t hurt you first.”

Y/N was about to say he could never hurt her, when two of his fingers slipped along her folds, cutting her words off in favour of the groan of pleasure.

“Gotta take care of my girl the right way.”

A moan seeped into Bucky’s skin when he pushed a cold metal digit into her tight entrance. His arm had the added feature to feel things if he wanted or switch it off when he didn’t want to, which was a nice thing, especially during missions (he’d forgotten to do so one time and when a bullet bounced off, it wasn’t like a bee bumping against glass, hot pain had rippled through his whole arm, so it was a good idea on Shuri’s part), but this time it was on, and the absolutely exquisite pressure and warmth that squeezed around his digits was enough to make him grind against the mattress to alleviate his own growing pressure.

“Bucky, please,” Y/N practically mewled, eyes screwed shut, nails digging into his skin, making him groan in pleasure. He’d forgotten how delicious the sounds were and how close to the edge just the feeling of her nails marking half-moons into his back could bring him.

“Fuck,” he swore leaning up to kiss her once more, while he increased the speed of which his fingers were going in and out of her, while his thumb rubbed circles around her clit, and when he hotly breathed against her neck to ‘soak him all down to his elbows’ Y/N’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and she arched up from the bed as an orgasm shattered her world.

Gently he coaxed her through the orgasm while muttering praises against her mouth.

“You’re so beautiful,” Bucky sighed leaning to rest on his elbows. “So fucking gorgeous.”

Y/N smiled, stroking his cheek. “You’re beautiful too, Bucky. More than you’ll ever know or will let yourself believe me.”

The crooked smirk which he threw her reminded the one from Steve’s tales of him and his skirt-chasing days. “Guess you’ll have to convince me.”

“With pleasure.”

Her hand snaked down to where he’d been running the tip of his cock between her folds, before gently pressing him down so he could easily slide inside. When he was sheeted a moan of satisfaction came from both of them.

It was like homecoming. Like curling up in a warm bed on a cold winter’s night. It was just right.

“God, I could stay like this forever.” Bucky tucked a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear.

“We have forever and then some.”

A look she could not figure out crossed his face. It was like absolute joy mixed with fear and terror. “You promise?”

Y/N kissed him, trying to pour all of her love into the single act. “With everything I have in me.”

He took that as the cue that he could move and experimentally rolled his hips towards hers. Bit by bit he picked up the pace, breaths turning into pants broken up by moans, sweat beading along his skin, a small burn appearing in his knees, but even that discomfort couldn’t overshadow the heavenly pleasure rippling through his veins.

She’d always been the epitome of beauty and love, that’s how completely Bucky had fallen for her, and he could only hope he was the same for her.

“Bucky,” she choked out. “So close.”

“Yeah?” His vision was starting to go white at the edges.

“Mhm – ohh!” The confirmation turned into a squeal when he hit just that right spot, he concentrated all his thrusts to match it, and soon enough both of them were falling over the edge, clinging onto the other as if they were the last lifeline that existed for them.

“Hey,” Bucky cooed, opening his eyes and seeing how furrowed Y/N’s brow was, how hard she was fighting to resurface. “Come back to me. Come back, doll.”

Slowly, Y/N’s breathing evened out, her trembling became small shudders from the aftershock of the pleasure, and her lids fluttered, gaze meeting his.

She’d come back.

She’d always come back to her home.

To Bucky.

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Marvel tags: @nerissa98 @happyseagrill @asguardiansoftheavengers @crazybutconfidentaf @wishingforahome @pizzarollpatrol @desir-ae

A/N: My Bucky boiiiii! I’m back! hope y’all like this rollercoaster :)

P.S. if you see yourself on my tag list and you’re crossed out means the tag didn’t work. if you still wanna be on the tag list please message me your new url and what was your old one so I can change it (if it’s not the change of the url then I genuinely dunno what could be the problem)

P.S.S. my tags are always open.

P.S.S.S. please don’t repost my works on other platforms without specific written permission and don’t plagiarise them

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honey-andtea1889 · 4 years

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The Cold Autumn Evenings (H.S.) Part Two

AN: Hello again lovies! So this part is kind of a filler but it’s not awful! I had to go and reread some bits to fix them up a bit but I think it’s decent! I’m sorry it took so long for this to go up as well. I was down in Arizona for a week and let me tell you I miss it a lot. Anywho, enjoy part two! Requests are open!

Summary: Y/N got caught up in reading Harry’s story, unfortunately this is the reason for her being late

Warnings: none

Song: A Slow Death In Pacific Standard Time by HUNNY

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The next morning seemed like a blur. Y/N woke up super early and continued where she left off in Harry’s story. In the chapter she was on, the man was about to profess his love for the girl, but she had been seen with someone else, leaving the man heartbroken and confused. Y/N could feel the tears slowly falling down her face as she continued the sad chapter. Her phone began ringing as she set the packet down to get breakfast.

“Hello?” Y/N answered, sniffling and wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater.

“Y/N! How’s my favorite- are you okay?” Harry questioned over the phone.

“Oh I’m fine! I was just reading something that got me a bit emotional is all. Is everything okay?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, everything is fine. I usually hear from you by now about meetings or issues with clients but my phone was silent the entire morning and I just got worried. Are you at the office yet?” Harry said as he walked out of the fancy building in the middle of London.

Y/N checked the time and nearly tripped on her way from the coffee machine.

She was almost 45 minutes late.

“Oh my god, I didn’t realize what time it was! I’m so sorry Mr. Styles, I’m leaving for the office right now!” Y/N squealed as she bolted to her bedroom to get dressed.

“Y/N! Y/N, relax! It’s fine. I’m actually on my way to the office right now, I can pick you up if you’d like?” Harry suggested.

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked.

“Definitely! Send me the address and I’ll be there in 20.” He said as he hung up the phone.

Y/N smiled as she texted him her address and entered her bathroom to brush her teeth. When her teeth were all brushed, Y/N did her hair and makeup. She wasn’t sure why, but she was nervous for Harry to see her flat. He was her boss and probably lived a lot better than she did, it made her a bit self conscious about it.

The flat wasn’t awful. It was small, definitely built for one person or a couple who had just moved in together. The walls were a deep forest green with a brick accent wall that held a fireplace, a lighter shade of pine wood covering the floor. It had an open concept that led from the living room into the kitchen/dining area. Off of the living room to the left, there was a hallway that held the bathroom on the left side and Y/N’s room on the right.

Her furniture was all given to her from her mother. A simple beige couch that was comfier than most couches sweetly decorated with green throw pillows and a dark brown recliner chair surrounded a small coffee table in the middle of the living room facing the fireplace. She had a small white blanket folded on the lower shelf of the table just in case it ever became too cold. She had shelves that were covered with books on both sides of the fireplace and pictures of family members and adorable plaques which gave an aesthetically pleasing look to her small flat.

It was her cute little home that she loved dearly, but Harry doesn’t really come around so you could understand the nerves that ran through her as she scampered to get ready. As she fixed up her throw pillows and straightened up some books on her shelves, a loud knock echoed through her flat. Sam barked and ran over to the big mahogany door.

“Sam, sh! Go into your bed please!” Y/N begged.

The little frenchie snorted and ran over to his dog bed set along one of the walls. Y/N opened the door to see Harry dressed in black slacks, a white button up shirt, and a peacoat that ended right above his hips. His hair was slightly tousled due to the cold Autumn wind but he didn’t look anything less than perfect. Y/N swallowed hard at how ravishing this man looked. She had to make sure she wasn’t drooling in front of him.

“Hello, Y/N! Are you ready?” Harry asked, cocking his head slightly to the side.

Y/N shook herself out of her trance and blushed, hoping he didn’t notice her staring.

“Almost, I just need to grab a few things. Please come in! Make yourself at home whilst I finish up.” Y/N smiled as she stepped to the side.

Harry entered into her home and took in his surroundings as Y/N went back into her room to grab her bag and her phone. He thought her flat was adorable and it suited her perfectly. As he admired her cozy little home, Harry soon felt small paws scratching at his legs. He looked down to see Sam shaking his little stubby tail with excitement.

“Okay, I think I’m all- oh my god I’m so sorry! Sam, don’t jump!” Y/N rushed over to pick up her sweet pup.

“It’s alright, love! I didn’t know you had a dog. You said his name was Sam?” Harry questioned.

“Yeah. He doesn’t usually jump on people like that. Guess you’re an exception!” Y/N giggled.

Harry chuckled and rubbed behind Sam’s ear. The happy, little pooch licked his fingers and snorted with joy. Harry and Y/N laughed as she set Sam down. Harry looked at the small coffee table and saw his novel laying with the cover in clear sight. Smirking, he looked over at Y/N.

“Is that why you’re late? Too busy reading m’novel, eh?” Harry smirked.

Y/N could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks.

“Y-yes. I-I just couldn’t put it down. It’s really good, actually. I’m not done with it yet but I’m getting close.” Y/N mumbled as she grabbed the packet.

Harry chuckled and opened the door. Y/N kept her eyes on the ground as she exited her flat and made her way to the elevator.

Harry thought it was cute whenever she was embarrassed about stuff. He specifically recalled the day he first started calling her “Love”. She turned three shades of pink and toyed with the strings on her blouse that hung around her breasts. He wasn’t sure as to why he enjoyed making her blush, maybe it was just the thought of being able to make her flustered is what made his ego skyrocket. Harry has always thought Y/N was attractive. She was his type for sure, with her Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes, not to mention the curves she had, Harry was absolutely smitten to have a girl like her work for him.

As Harry entered the elevator, Y/N was digging in her purse.

“Leave something in you flat, love?” Harry asked.

“I can’t seem to find my glasses. I don’t understand, I had them this morning.” Y/N sighed, still digging into the small brown bag.

Harry had seen a slight glare on the top of Y/N’s head. He slowly reached and pulled the glasses she was looking for. Y/N shot her head up as soon as she felt his hands in her hair.

“Don’t move.” Harry said.

Y/N’s knees nearly buckled as she kept still until the glasses were off of her head.

“Are these the ones you seek?” Harry chuckled.

The eye contact between the two was intense. They were looking at each other as though the other person was the only thing in the world. It was almost like a movie scene when the love interests had realized their feelings for one another. Harry and Y/N could feel the tension between them as she grabbed the spectacles from his large hands. As Y/N took ahold of part of the frames, her fingers brushed against Harry’s. It felt like sparks when the skin of their fingers grazed one another. The sudden jolt took both of them by surprise.

Y/N blushed again and thanked him. Harry smirked and slipped his hands in his pockets. The two travelled down the building in silence until Harry spoke up as they entered the lobby.

“You really think m’novel is good?” He smiled, holding the door opened for her.

“Mr. Styles please excuse the next statement but are you serious? It’s amazing so far! I mean there were a few spelling mistakes and you accidentally used the wrong ‘there’ for ownership once but other than that, it’s stunning so far!” Y/N gushed.

It was Harry’s turn to blush now. He had been working on that stupid thing for months now. He couldn’t count how many days he suffered writer’s block for the novel, so to hear Y/N praise it as much as she was just filled his heart like no other.

��Thank you, love. It really means a lot to me that you’re reading over it. It’s been a challenge writing it.” Harry said as they made their way to his car.

Harry was driving a newly redone 1970 black Ford Capri. Y/N’s jaw dropped as she slowly walked to the passenger side. Harry chuckled, opening the door for her again. She carefully slipped into the vehicle and looked around the interior. The seats were made of leather and the steering wheel was black with silver lining around the logo. Y/N felt like if she were to move something would happen to the car, she couldn’t start to think how much Harry paid for this.

“Do you want to stop and grab some coffee before we head in? There’s a shop close to the office.” Harry asked.

“Won’t we be late?” Y/N asked, looking at Harry as he buckled up.

“Love, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we’re already an hour and fifteen minutes late.” Harry chuckled, starting the car.

Y/N giggled as she fixed her hair. Harry smiled and drove to the small coffee shop close to the office. The two bought small coffees (her’s with extra sugar and pumpkin spice creamer, his just black) and made the last few miles to the office.

The pair had entered the office and parted ways when they reached Y/N’s desk. Claire had bolted over to Y/N once Harry had closed the door.

“So..a meeting, huh?” Claire smirked as she sat on her friend’s desk.

“Oh please Claire. He was at the meeting, I was simply running late this morning. I was reading something and just lost track of time I guess.” Y/N sighed, trying to get her things organized.

Claire chuckled and leaned back slightly, trying to get a glance of Y/N’s neck.

“What’re you doing?” Y/N asked.

“Just checking for hickeys.” Claire said, still trying to peak.

Y/N laughed and nudged her friend softly.

“I’m serious, nothing happened! I mean..there was the elevator when he picked me up from my flat.” She sighed.

Claire’s eyes almost bulged out of her head. She nearly jumped over the desk asking for details.

“Okay! Okay! I couldn’t find my glasses this morning when we left my flat, but of course they were on my head. Mr. Styles had seen them and grabbed them for me, however when I took them from him, I had accidentally touched his hand and Claire, I’m telling you I felt sparks. I’m sure he felt them too! It just seemed like something out of a romance novel or something.”

Like Harry’s Novel Y/N thought. The slight pink color in her cheeks obviously gave away how she felt for Harry. Claire smiled as she watched Y/N beam. She’s not seen her this happy about someone in a while and that absolutely filled Claire’s heart. The last guy Y/N had dated was a total tool. He was gross and never treated her the way she deserved to be treated. Claire knew Harry respected women more than anything. That’s what made him the most attractive! She wouldn’t have to worry about beating his ass.

“Maybe see if he wants to hang out after work! I don’t see why he wouldn’t say yes to you.” Claire said as she made her way to her desk.

Y/N chuckled as she grabbed the packet she had gotten lost in this morning. She turned to the page in which she had left off and began reading again, annotating little notes for ideas and questions she had. She had glanced over to the door that led into Harry’s office and smiled.

Maybe she should see if he would like to hang out later.

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sparklyaxolotlstudent · 4 years

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Justice Girl

I rewrote the first part I had already done and made a cohesive one shot instead of doing my usual of making one part and then forgetting about it :p

What if Hawk Moth had been quicker to get his first akuma?

WARNING: A bit salty, but I don’t think enough to be classified as outright “Salt”

“Many centuries ago, magic jewels bestowing extraordinary powers were created. These were... the Miraculous. Throughout history, heroes have used these jewels for the good of the human race. Two of these Miraculous are more powerful than the others; the earrings of the Ladybug, which provide the power of creation; and the ring of the Black Cat, which grants the power of destruction. According to legend, whoever controls both these jewels at the same time, will achieve absolute power.” The little butterly like creature know as Nooroo narrated, finishing in a sad tone. Remembering the other Kwamis always made him felt nostalgic, and sad at the idea that he might never see them ever again.

“I want that absolute power, Nooroo” replied the man, his now owner and holder. “I must have those Miraculous!”

“But nobody knows where these Miraculous are! It would be an incredible contrived coincidence if they are even in the same continent we are now!”

“I found you though, my little Nooroo.”

“Yes, in Tibet. We’re like a million kilometers away from that! Seriously there’s a fat chance you’ll…”

“ Your Miraculous... remind me of its powers again.”

“The Moth Brooch allows you to give someone their own superpowers and to make that person your devoted follower!”

“And when it comes to luring superheroes, what could be better than creating supervillains?”

“But master, the Miraculous are not meant to be used for evil purposes! Wouldn’t it be way easier if you use my powers to make a super hero healer to cure your wife from her Soap Opera Coma?”

“…. Where is the fun in that? I must have this absolute power! Your Miraculous is in my control! I am your master now, and you must obey me.”

“Aw, fuck… I mean, Yes, master” nodded Nooroo sadly, aware that he had landed on the hands of a drama queen supervillain. He even thought his wife was just an excuse for his super villain agenda. He saw how he put on the brooch, and wished if the man would have been as enthusiastic if his Miraculous had been a hair accessory or something more girly.

“Nooroo, dark wings! Rise!” Nooroo went inside the brooch and Gabriel Abigail Agreste grew a foot taller, using the magic to transform himself. Apparently he had height issues. And a fetish for Luchador masks. “From this day on, I shall be known as... Hawk Moth!” he claimed, and then laughed evilly, despite being alone in the hideout. He made a mental note to tell Nathalie how well his first transformation had gone.

“Master, Master!” The little turtle like creature known as Wayzz woke up from a nap and immediately panicked through his holder and current Guardian of the Miraculous Box of Creation and Destruction massage shop. Unfortunately, his master was with a client, and he almost got caught.

“Uh… Master, master... chanting, it's all part of the treatment. Master, master... “ He made the customer stand up and pushed him out the door rather quickly. Thank goodness he gave his massages to fully clothed people or that might have been awkward. “Thank you for coming, see you again next week!”

“Master, the Moth Miraculous, I felt its aura.”

“Damn, I forgot to charge him… Wait, what? I thought it had been lost forever!”

“You mean, you lost it forverer”

“Same difference. How did you feel it anyway?”

“Uh… But Master, it's a negative aura. I fear it may have gotten into the hands of a dark power!”

“You and your overdramatic ass… Someone probably found it at a flea market or something… either way, we must find Nooroo and his Miraculous. If it has gotten into the wrong hands, there's no telling what evil will come upon the world!” Master Fu raises his arm, in which Wayzz Miraculous rests. “Time to transform! Wayzz... “

“… I’ll bring your medicine”

“ I'm only 186! But you're right, Wayzz. I can no longer do it alone. We'll need some help.!”

Fu opens the gramophone, revealing the Miraculous chest box

An alarm is off. The owner of said alarm hasn’t even made an attempt to turn it off. Typical teenager.

“Marinette!” yelled the teenager’s mom from downstairs. “Your alarm's been going off for fifteen minutes! You're going to be late for your first day back at school!”

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, a normal life with a normal life, crawled out of underneath her bed covers, still half asleep. “Got it, Mom!” She turned the alarm off and went to prepare for class.

During her routine, she couldn’t help but get a bad feeling overall. She would return to class this morning, after an uneventful break. Uneventful, boring, friendless break. It’s not that she didn’t try, but with Chloe Bourgeois as a classmate, the bitchiest bitch that has ever lived, and herself as a constant target of her bullying, it was rather hard to stand up to her, not to mention everyone else just looked away, afraid what would she do if they ever dared to show kindness to her. She sighed, and hoped against hope that Chloe wouldn’t be her classmate this year.

Hawk Moth feels it, for the first time, someone else’s feelings. He had to compose himself at first to remember those are NOT his own feelings… Such strong feelings... the anxiety… the fear… the outright despair of a teenage girl who doesn’t want to go to school today. Somewhat cliché, he thinks, but beggars can’t be choosers, and once he focus on someone, as Nooroo explained, he can’t track anyone else.

He digs in the feelings. The more he does it, the less foreign it feels, the clearer he gets what’s the girl is feeling... what he is feeling. Another girl bullies her, and the teachers don’t do anything. She also doesn’t have any friends, not for lack of trying, but from fear of retaliation of the other mean girl… Even he starts to feel bad for the poor girl. But if everything goes according to his plan, this girl will get sweet revenge on the Mean Girl, and he will get the Miraculous… or at least confirm if they are somewhere nearby after all.

“Fly my little Akuma, and evilize her!”

Marinette was ready for the day. Or as ready as she could be, anyway. She sighed again.

“Coming!” she announced herself, walking down the stairs to the family kitchen, where her mom was waiting for her. “I bet you anything Chloe will be in my class again.”

“Four years in a row, is that possible?”

“Definitely. Lucky me!”

“Oh, don't say that! It's the start of a new year. I'm sure everything will be just fine!”

Marinette smiled and nodded, trying to put on a brave face for her mom, and setting down the cereal. Several things are knocked over, spilling and falling to the floor. She groans.

After cleaning up and finally getting breakfast, both of them go downstairs, where the family business is located, a bakery. They find Tom, Marinette’s dad, singing while preparing a box of macaroons.

“Dad, these are so awesome!”

“Glad you like them.”

“Thank you Dad, my class will love them! You're the best!”

“We're the best, thanks to your amazing designs.”

Marinette hugged her dad, dropping the box. Fortunately, he caught it on his terribly huge foot and gives it back to her

“Thanks.” Marinette gets her backpack from her mom and with the box of macaroons, she says goodbye.

Marinette then tried to cross the street, but a car passes by and prevents her from it. She remembers her bad luck… and the possibility that Chloe will be her classmate and make her year miserable. Again.

Without paying attention to it, a little butterfly got inside her purse. OR rather, the butterfly fused with her purse, turning it a dark purple color, and made it look more like it was made of shadows.

“Hello, I am Hawk Moth” said the villain after his Akuma flied into Marinette’s purse. “You have suffered enough at the hands of that bully girl. You have suffered because no one had come to your rescue, not your classmates, not your teacher, not even your parents. But you’re not alone anymore, I offer you my powers. I offer you to make Justice for yourself, and to help everyone else, so no one has to felt like you did. Do you accept?”

Marinette dropped the box of macaroons, and didn’t notice an old man on the other side of the street clearly panicking when he saw her saying “I accept”

And she transformed. Marinette Dupain-Cheng was no longer, replaced by… a super hero. Justice Girl was her name now, her normal clothes replaced by a (somewhat tacky) super hero costume. She was wearing a domino mask that was supposed to hide her identity, although a lot of people just saw her transform in the creepiest of ways.

She then smiled, and went flying to the school (Which people later thought it was hella dramatic of her, as the school was basically in front of them).

She was sure she could find Chloe

She was sure she could make Chloe pay.

“Nino, Why don't you have a seat in the front row this year?”

Miss Bustier, the kind and kind of pushover teacher asked a boy hanging in the back row, minding his own business. Without saying a word, the boy complied and took a seat at the front.

“You better treat Adrien right, Lahiffe” he heard someone said to him. He looked at the girl, who took a seat in the bench behind him. Chloe Bourgeois, resident Queen Bitch. He didn’t like her, but also didn’t want to get on her bad side, as he knew that would be trouble.

“Who?”

Chloe looked at him in disbelief, and let out a haughty laugh. Her sidekick, Sabrina, who was sitting beside her, followed her example.

“Can you believe he doesn't know who Adrien is? What rock have you been living under?”

“He's only a famous model” replied Sabrina, just as haughty as Chloe.

“And I am his best friend. He adores me.”

If this Adrien was Chloe’s friend, Nino could help but hate his guts, and dread to be his benchmate for the rest of the year.

“Has everyone found a seat?” asked the teacher, ignoring Chloe’s bitchiness despite it happening literally in front of her. “For those of you who don't yet know me, I'm Miss Bustier. I'll be your teacher this year.”

“Ugh, he should have been here by now.”

No one seemed to notice that Marinette hadn’t arrived yet either. The door suddenly opened, kicked by Justice Girl. She got inside the classroom and smiled in a creepy way.

“Oh, but I am here!” she smiled. Everyone looked at her, first in shock at the door being kicked, then in confusion. None of them seemed to realize she was Marinette, even if all she had was different clothes and a mask.

“Excuse me miss” Miss Bustier tried to confront her. “I think you have the wrong classroom”

“No, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be” she looked at the whole classroom, and immediately noticed that Chloe wasn’t in her regular seat, but instead had decided to take a claim on her. “I have come to make her pay for her crimes.” She said, pointing an accusatory finger at Chloe.

“And who are you supposed to be?” Asked Alya, the only one who wasn’t as confused (and afraid) as the rest of the class.

“I’m Justice Girl”

Outside the school, Adrien Abigail Agreste, Teen Model, was having his own battle.

“Adrien, please reconsider! You know what your father wants!” asked a very worried woman, his father personal assistant that also took care of Adrien’s schedule.

“Sucks to be him then, this is what I wanna do!” He said, running to the school’s entrance. He knew he would be in trouble the second his father learned that he was attending public school, but he also knew that it would look very bad if he pulled him from school after being seen by everyone there. Not to mention the temper tantrum Chloe, his childhood friend would throw.

Luckily for him, Chloe had already told him his classroom and schedule, and how to get here.

He had seen a lot of anime and manga and movies and obviously he didn’t expected them to burst into song (Although he hoped so with all his heart, brain, kidneys and assorted internal organs).

“Sorry I’m late I…” he said after entering the classroom.

He wasn’t prepared for this.

All his classmates were in the back, he could only see a couple of guys and a tiny pink haired girl. Everyone else was trying to hide behind them. On the front, what he supposed was their teacher had her hands on her head, as if she had a migraine.. He took a second to notice, but recoiled when he noticed that her eyes were wide open, but she was no pupils. Her eyes were a deep purple, and in one of her wrists, she was wearing a bracelet, which gave him a bad vibe. In front of him, three girls stood. Chloe was behind a girl with glasses that he didn’t know, and another girl was in front of them, looking like she just came from an anime convention.

He was pretty sure there were no anime conventions, otherwise he would have gone (Disguised, of course.).

He then noticed the anime girl was floating a few inches above the ground.

“I don’t care that you fancy yourself a super hero” said the girl with glasses. Adrien assumed she was protecting Chloe. Or knowing Chloe, she was being used as a human shield. Probably a bit of both. “This is wrong!”

“You must be new here.” The hero said, looking at the girl with glasses. “She’s a criminal. A Bully.”

“Name’s Alya, nice to meet you”

“Likewise”

“Still, Superheroes shouldn’t be jury, judge and executioner”

“This girl’s father is the mayor of Paris. She has everyone wrapped around her little finger. Students fear her. Teachers can’t do anything about her. Believe me; I’m doing everyone a favor.”

“Have you seen everyone?” said Alya, gesturing to her new classmates, who were still cowering. “IF she’s a bully, you’re no better than her”

Justice Girl looked at the others… sad?

“And look what you did to our teacher! Did she deserve that too?”

Justice Girl looked at Miss Bustier. Unlike with her classmates, she just cocked her head, almost in confusion.

“Actually, my power makes people feel how their crimes have made other people feel. This teacher’s inaction hasn’t made anyone any favors.”

“SHUT UP! She’s the best teacher ever!”

Justice Girl looked surprised. It had been Chloe who talked. And it sounded sincere. She smirked. Of course Chloe would like the teacher who gave her free rein. Of course Chloe would like the teacher who allowed her to bully and mistreat and make everyone miserable without any sort of punishment.

“We all hurt other people, even when we don’t mean to. You are hurting all of us” said Adrien finally. Justice Girl turned around to see the newcomer.

“Adrikins!” yelled Chloe, still behind Alya. “Don’t get any closer, she’s crazy!”

“Another new one? Beware of Chloe. She’s the worst.”

“AM NOT!”

“I know Chloe can be a handful…”

“Hey!”

“But she has a good heart!”

Justice Girl laughed.

“You don’t know her at all.” She said to Adrien, matter-of-factly. She then faced Alya again. “And why are you protecting her? You don’t even know her!”

“All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good people do nothing” said Alya solemnly. Justice Girl raised an eyebrow. “Well, girl, you are literally terrorizing a bunch of teens, ergo, you’re evil, and I like to think I am good, so I can’t let you get away with this.”

Justice Girl raised her arm, giving Alya and the rest a start. Adrien bravely jumped in front of them (Later, people would point out that it would have been easier to tackle Justice Girl instead of trying to perform a heroic sacrifice).

Justice Girl recalled the bracelet on Miss Bustier. It went inside the bag on her hip.

“You have given me a lot to think about, Alya. I applaud and respect your conviction, even if I don’t agree with it.”

She bowed to Alya, who awkwardly bowed back.

“You too Adrikins, but don’t go performing heroic sacrifices for others… especially when they’re no necessary.”

“Duly noted” replied Adrien from the ground, were he landed face flat.

She floated higher in the air, and went out through the window, shattering it.

“… Why she didn’t use the door?”

“Justice Girl” She could hear Hawk Moth on her head, just like before. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to…”

The girl in question was helping an elderly woman cross the street, carrying her groceries. After reaching her house, the old lady gave her a croissant. It was good.

“I’m doing some hero-ing” she said, and then she spotted a kitty stuck in a tree, and went to rescue it.

“That’s not… WHY aren’t you attacking that mean girl?”

“Because I would be a villain if I attacked her unprovoked” Replied the girl, while helping a man change his flat tire.

“What”

“Don’t worry, she will attack me sooner than later… but not like this”

She went to the school again, and entered through an open window in the locker room. She tapped her hip bag that had become her purse, and all the energy of the transformation went inside it. She was Marinette again.

“What… How did you…?”

“You made me a super hero, didn’t you?” she said, walking out of the locker room. “And super heroes have secret identities”

Hawk Moth was annoyed. He detrasnformed and looked at his Kwami. As long as this girl held his akuma, he wouldn’t be able to create another one.

All his plans ruined, before they even started, all because he decided to use his powers in a girl who wanted Justice.

Yeah, I’m not 100% satisfied with my drawing, but that’s the basic concept. I only used olors that were already on Marinette’s palette, and her symbol is one of her flowers (Which obviously no one will recognize).

I tried to give her a bit of a chinese flair, but still make it a silly super hero costume, hence the half cape.

I might add more colors/details if I draw her again, but for now I’m happy.

Feel free to make suggestions headcanons of this oneshot!

#ml fic #Justice Girl #ML AU #ML fanart #Marinette Dupain-Cheng

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ziracona · 4 years

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Could you elaborate on that Gordon fan theory about him being an inside mole? I haven't heard of it before and it sounds intriguing. Plus ever since the small reference to him on the memorial in ILM, I've been wondering what your thoughts were on how he ended up

Oof, okay, buckle up. This will be the abridged version but that’s still gonna be long. (Don’t read if you want to avoid spoilers for the Saw franchise).

So, in Saw, Gordon is a fkn anomaly to most of the fanbase. Becuase he has a wildly solidified character. You watch Gordon & Adam both go through three different character arcs back to back, and trauma bond, and the second to last scene in Saw is this fkn devestating & beautiful one where—let me back up. So. Quick Saw summary. Two people wake up chained by the ankle to pipes in a small nasty abandoned bathroom with a corpse on the floor between them. They’re each left a tape recorder which tells them why they’ve been targeted (Gordon because he doesn’t value life enough which is evidenced by...? — real reason is he’s literally just the unfortunate Doctor who told John he had Cancer, and John Kramer is that petty of a stupid bitch. & Adam is grabbed becuase...Literally he didn’t even bump into John Kramer or something. The guy took him because he’s a starving early 20s kid who is a photographer, and John thinks his occupation & he are pathetic. I’m not joking. Or exaggerating. This is quite literally the given reason for torturing & killing Adam being fine to John). Anyway, Gordon’s wife and like 7 year old daughter have been kidnapped and are being held at gunpoint. Gordon is told that if he finds a way to murder Adam by six (poor Fkn Adam is 6 feet away & hears this whole tape) on the clock, they and he go free. Adam is told if he can stay alive until after six, he wins and can go free.

They spend then the remaineder of Saw trying, like you’d hope good, decent, or even medium or somewhat shitty people would, to help each other escape, rather than Gordon trying to kill Adam at all. They attempt to fake Adam’s death & fail bc they didn’t realize their shackles were wired & they could be zapped, which makes playing dead really hard. Initially they are frustrated by each other, especially Gordon, who is an adult & levelheaded, by Adam who is young and jouvenile and freaking out & being a pain at first, but they bond through attempting to escape & to figure out what’s happened to them, and also learn more truth about each other. Meanwhile you also get backstory on Jigsaw & the case, and follow Detective Tapp’s story through a few investigated murders, the loss of his partner, and to where he is following Gordon, whom he is convinced is Jigsaw, now. Back in the bathroom, Adam and Gordon reach 6 on the clock, and Gordon gets a phone call where the man holding his wife at gunpoint makes her tell him he failed his game & now she and their daughter have to die. His wife bites the man’s hand, and they fight, but all Gordon hears is screaming in his wife and child’s voices and gunshots, and he has a mental breakdown believing they’re being murdered on the other end of the phone. Then is electrocuted. Adam flips out and tries to throw small stones at Gordon’s body to wake him up, terrified he’s dead, and succeeds. Adam is overcome with relief, but Gordon has a full mental breakdown, almost having died and believing his family is dead, then swapping immediately to denial and convincing himself it’s not too late and he can still save them. Adam tries desperately to apologize and calm him down, then to in horror talk him into stopping while he watched Gordon begin to saw off his foot (Adam was given a saw for this purpose too, but his broke early on before they realized the saws were meant for their feet instead of the chains). Gordon does not stop, and Adam watches in horror as he cuts off his foot, crawls to the gun the dead body on the floor has been holding, and puts the one bullet he was given into it. He tells Adam while crying and breaking down that he’s sorry but he has to die he has to save his family. Adam begs him not to shoot, but he does.

Meanwhile, Bc he’s staking out Gordon’s home, Tapp hears shots, runs in, and is able to chase off the killer and save Gordon’s wife and daughter. He pursues the killer to the meat packing plan, where he is ambushed, struggles, and then is shot in the stomach and left for dead. The man, Zepp, makes it to the bathroom where Gordon tries to shoot him with the bow empty gun & screams at him for what he did to his family, who he still believes are dead, then breaks down crying again. Zepp takes out a gun and tells him he failed to kill Adam by 6, so he has to die. Gordon asks hopeless why, and he tells him those are the rules, then goes to shoot him while Gordon tries to shut his eyes and brace for death. Adam, who is not dead, grabs Zepp’s feet and drags him down in a surprise attack, rips the toilet bowl lid off the toilet, and beats him to death with it, saving Gordon, who watches in shock and then crawls over and puts a hand on his shoulder and gets him to stop beating the dead corpse. Adam is wounded & criying because gunshot wounds fkn hurt, & Gordon tries to comfort him. Tells him it’s just a flesh wound—it’s his shoulder—he’ll be okay. Just keep pressure on it. He has to go get help. Adam begs him not to leave him alone in the bathroom, but Gordon says he has to or he’s going to bleed to death (which is incredibly visually apparent). Adam tries to keep him, then watches him crawl and pleads for him to wait and asks if they’re going to be okay? Gordon tells him “I wouldn’t lie to you.” and gives him a reassuring smile while half dead and crawls out to look for help. Adam is left alone and searches Zepp’s corpse for keys to his shackle, then finds a tape exactly like his & Gordon’s. He plays it, and realizes to his horror this man Zepp was another victim, not Jigsaw. He was poisoned and told to kidnap Gordon’s family & shoot them both & Gordon if Gordon lost to earn an antidote, or just accept death and refuse to participate. While the tape plays, the corpse in the room with them stands up, and Adam realizes to overwhelming horror it has been alive the whole time, and it is Jigsaw, who wanted a front row seat to their torture, suffering, and death. He tries to grab Zepp’s gun & shooot him, but Jigsaw/John electrocutes him w a remote (the shackles are wired) and leaves, congratulating him on winning & telling him where his key is (it got flushed down a drain when Adam woke up, which John no doubt planned), then telling him “Game Over” and locking him alone in the bathroom because John’s a fake ass piece of shit who doesn’t even keep his promises & let the winners go.

The end scene between Adam and Gordon is phenomenal & heart wrenching (Saw is an amazing character piece of a film, & the first film is the reason it became a modern horror staple! Watch here if you’re curious! :’-]

While Gordon does eventually, under extreme duress, shoot Adam, he never wants to kill him, and they are definitely close by the end of the film (which is clear both from the way they treat each other, and their more decisive actions, like Adam risking his life to save Gordon after being shot by him & never seeking recompense for the gunshot, Gordon trying to help Adam & comfort him as well as get help for them both). This is the central relationship of Saw 1, and it’s really well done.

Then, in Saw 2, there’s just no mention of Gordon going back to save Adam. We wonder what happened, until Amanda & Danny stumble to the bathroom form Saw 1 & you are greeted by Adam’s decaying corpse still chained there. It’s later revealed that Gordon escaped the bathroom, cauterized his wound on a hot pipe because he knew he was going to die otherwise, then passed out from pain. John found him and took him to his workshop, where he nursed him back to health & gave him a prosthetic leg, before convincing him to join the team.

Understandably, this did not sit well with any of the Saw fandom. We fight about all kinds of stuff, but the one thing I’ve like, never seen disagreement on, is that it makes no fkn sense for Gordon to betray Adam like that after how close they were, and it makes even less sense he’d willingly join the man who super tried to murder his wife and kid. If it wasn’t for Tapp and Adam, Gordon, his wife, and his child would be dead now. John endangered all 3 intentionally, and did not save or spare any of them.

Still with me? So. Because of that, people started digging. Now, out of Jigsaw’s apprentices, Gordon is the only one who never takes a very active roll. He did not run games or kidnap people. Becuase he was a doctor, John called him in to do medical work for tests, such as sewing a key into the eye of the man from the cold open to Saw II. The only active work he takes is catching Hoffman at the end of Saw 3D & locking him in the basement, which John asked him to do if Hoffman killed Jill (which Hoffman does). This together with Gordon’s character led to a massive fan theory. Let me try to break it down.

After Saw 1, Gordon joins a support group for Jigsaw game survivors, and returns to his family. We get very little info about him period until Saw 3D though. However! Pre Saw 1, Jigsaw basically never lost, the cops never even got close. Suddenly after Saw 1, the entire gang falls apart, starting with Amanda and John, then finally Hoffman & Jill. In Saw 3, it’s revealed Amanda went back to the bathroom to kill Adam when he survived his test. She promises she’s there to help him when he wakes up scared and half dead in the dark, and then puts a plastic bag over his head and smothers him while he fights. This lead to a fan theory that Gordon went back to save Adam once he could (able to walk & not being shadowed by Jigsaw), but was too late, and decided to take revenge very carefully. However, Amanda has a shit track record of thinking she killed someone & not checking for a pulse (see Eric Matthews, who she thought she beat to death), so the even more popular theory is that Adam was not dead by the time Gordon got to him, and Gordon saved him and replaced his corpse with another. This theory is backed by the fact that Adam was shot in the shoulder, but when the body is seen in other films, it is both too decayed to be recognizable, and the gunshot wound is in the stomach (where Tapp was shot). Furthermore, when Amanda & Danny find Zepp and “Adam”’s bodies in Saw 2, Zepp, who was already partially bald, still has hair, yet Adam’s corpse is completely bald. The shackle is also on the wrong foot now, which would indicate it was removed and then replaced by someone in a hurry. Now, obviously it’s possible this was just a continuity error, but given that Saw usually has a good track record with continuity (and uses them a lot for big reveals), that gives more weight than usual to the theory.

So, this led to the idea that Gordon was able to either save Adam, or at least remove his body & bury it, replaced it with a fake (possibly Tapp? but considering the bodies wouldn’t be decayed enough for the skin to be missed if he did it when Adam was alive or in decent preserve even, and Tapp is considerably taller, I’d assume he, as a doctor, didn’t have too much trouble stealing a John Doe cadaver from the hospital) corpse in Adam’s clothes, then agreed to help Jigsaw becuase he was smart enough to know if he didn’t play along, John would kill him (he would, and has. He never lets people with dangerous information go). John also tends to have failsafes in place, like “if Gordon betrays me, kill his daughter” kind of stuff, so the theory is Gordon played along to keep his family safe, instead of going to the cops, since he knew at least Hoffman worked for Jigsaw already, and there might be more plants, and did his best to engineer the breakdown and eventual demises of the whole team from Saw 1 on. (Was the one who gave Hoffman the idea to threaten Amanda or the info to do it, intentionally failed to protect Jill from Hoffman to have an easy excuse to kill/see both dead, etc). Makes double sense if Adam was alive, becuase if Gordon revealed himself as mole, first thing Jigsaw & co would check is what else he messed with, and they knew he was close to Adam.

There’s a lot more details to it, but that’s the short version. Most people I know in the Saw fandom ascribe to it in a weird kind of “Look I know it’s probably just inconsistent character writing and in that case fuck Gordon he can go to hell, but since I truly don’t believe Saw 1 Lawrence Gordon would do this & there’s enough evidence for reasonable doubt, I choose to believe the convoluted theory that makes him make sense & also means Adam could maybe be alive” way. Including me. If Gordon really decides he has no issue with John after what he did to him, his baby girl, Adam, and his poor wife, joins him willingly & helps, then he’s as bad as Amanda & Hoffman & fuck that guy. But since the characterization doesn’t match /at all/ & there’s never an explanation given, & fan theory makes more sense, I tend to think of Gordon as if the fan theory is right? Although if you don’t & thus hate Gordon, 100% respect. I just cannot watch Saw 1 & believe Lawrence would join up for any reason but revenge & long con to keep family safe. I mean, he tried to kill a /friend/ to save his family. You’re really going to try to convince me the man who cut off his own foot by hand to try to save his wife and daughter would ever be cool with or forgive the man who tried to execute them for no reason? Uhhh, to quote Dr. Gordon himself,

I mean.

💁🏻‍♀️ You can’t convince me the man this hellbent on destroying the man who was threatening his family did not make him pay, and just decided to be pals. You can’t. It’s inconsistent writing. :’-] anyway, there’s other info too—one of the disguised figures who helps Lawrence take out Hoffman is the exact height Adam was, the plastic bag from Amanda is gone & the corpse in a different position, etc—been like 2 years so I don’t even remember it all, but it’s very fascinating. & that’s the short yet somehow still too long version of the Gordon theory I definitely did not proof read at all for which I apologize! It’s more convincing than I write it I swear I am just exhausted. :’-] But yeah, most saw fans ascribe to it, which is why we all seem to still like Gordon, and he’s so often shipped with Adam, both of which would probably otherwise seem massively confusing. Hope it helps!

(Oh! & in ILM, since i ascribe to that theory, I wrote him that way. Failed to save Adam, buried his body, then took slow, careful revenge on Jigsaw & co. to keep his family safe. Knows there are deaths he is not blameless for becuase of that, and is full of guilt over wondering if going to the police wouldn’t have saved people, even if he had understandable doubts & reasons for what he did. Is especially guilty for Adam’s death. Seeks to make reparations slowly his own way. [tho also soemtimes secretive characters lie to me until it becomes necessary for me to know, so it’s possible Gordon saved Adam & is hiding it, but given the whole gang is dead, I don’t know why he still would be, so I think ILM verse all he could do was bury the body]).

#ask #could be he knows about the dude from Jigsaw tho. except that given it was a stupidass film ive elected to ignore Jigsaw #anonymous #sorry for this monstrosity #saw #lawrence gordon #Adam Faulkner-Stanheight #spoilers #in living memory (fic)#in living memory

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 5 years

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Goth Boss (2)

Warning: language, angst, mention of self-harm,

summary: Tony stark x daughter goth reader. The avengers find out that Tony has a secret teenage daughter and make tony ask her to visit. But when they meet her the avengers find out why she was kept secret.( could bucky and Steve he terrified of how y/n looks since they are from a different time and seeing a goth girl for the first time scares them) (tony has a strained relationship with y/n as she grew up without him and he kept her secret)

Part 1 | Part 2 |

They were in an old-timey diner late at night sitting in a booth in the back and keeping a low profile. (Y/n) was looking out the window at the passing cars and closing stores while Tony was more focused on the black coffee spiked with a hint of Vodka in front of him. She got a cup of black tea in front of her. Neither of them said anything and the air around them was very tense.

(Y/n) was aware that her mother sat down and told Tony all the significant things he missed in her life the good and the bad. He was surprised to learn how many things she missed he was more surprised to learn that she actively tried to get him involved in these things. He missed so many things and he had only himself to blame.

When a problem arose with (Y/n) Tony simply threw money at it without even learning what the problem was and pushed it on to others. But what really surprised him was that (Y/n)’s mother didn’t use any of the money he gave her not even the child support. She had a couple million dollars on the side due to this.

“Are you going to keep staring at your coffee or are you going to talk?” she sighed heavily and rubbed her forehead ”It’s Sunday night I have school in the morning I have a test tomorrow and I haven’t even studied for it .”

“Geometry test, right?... Peter told me and since-”

“Cut the shit Stark. What do you want?”

“I thought we were going to try” he laughed awkwardly “ You know you don’t have to call me Mr. Stark”

“Baby steps. Now Mr. Stark you better start talking before I start walking. I don’t have all night” (Y/n) was extremely tired and tired (Y/n) was moody (Y/n) and she didn’t have time for bull shit like this, unfortunately.

“ I talked to your mother. I never realized how much of your life I’ve missed-”

“I call Bullshit” (y/n) said leaning back and crossing her arms a look of irritation on her face “ I... I missed my very first day of school because you said you would take me and you never showed up but mom didn’t have the heart to tell me you weren’t coming and I waited. Later in life, I learned you were partying in the Bahamas. I remember the first play I was in I called you nonstop to make sure you would come you were on a yacht off the coast partying again. Or the father-daughter dance I got dolled up and waited all night for you, I was the only girl in school who didn’t go the other girls without fathers managed to get their older brothers, uncles, and grandfathers to take them. You didn’t show up for anything. Except for that one dance recital, you showed up at the very end smelling like booze and swaying on your feet we took you home and I tried to show you the video but you passed out of the couch hours later you woke up sick and rushed to the bathroom you never made it... you threw up on me instead.”

“she- your-”

“Mom never knew because I didn’t tell her I cleaned up and dragged you back to the living room. I was seven. After that, I stopped doing dances, plays, and recitals I never liked them anyways I only did them to get your attention. But after that night I realized that if that was the attention you were going to give me I didn’t want it. I rather have those monthly five-minute phone calls than threw up in my hair.” (Y/n) looked down at her remaining tea it was cold she chugged it down.

“ I gave up on you when I was seven. I didn’t want you anymore after that... My being goth isn’t a rebellion against you, as you said when I was 14. Me stopping those plays, dance recitals, and performances was a rebellion against you. Me turning those monthly five-minute phone calls to two-minute phone calls then every six months a minute phone call was a rebellion against you. Me doing everything in my will power to be nothing like you is my rebellion against you. Me knowing and growing to be perfectly fine without you is my rebellion against you.

“Look at me I’m 16 going on 17. I’m going to graduate next year. I have grown into a proper, fine, and functional adult I am an amazing woman. And you contributed to none of this”

(Y/n) stood up opening her purse and putting a few dollars on the table for her tea. She felt good right now she felt confident and she was proud of herself. She has never spoken her mind on the case of her father to anyone and it felt good to let it out even if it was only a fraction of what she truly wanted to say. With a confident smile on her face, she turned to walk away but someone grabbed her wrist stopping her. She looked down to find Tony in tears her smile slowly faded as shame and guilt began to build.

No. She wasn’t in the wrong.

“P-please... give me another chance, let me fix it. I promise -just give me another chance” her heart clenched as his lip quivered.

“I’ve given you a hundred and one chance. Every time I called you for help that was a chance, every time I or my mother dialed your number that was a chance, every ring was a chance, every sent straight to voice mail was a chance, Every tear I shed for you was a chance. And that last phone call where you said I never brought good news and that I was a problem child nothing less nothing more that was your last chance.” She snatched her hand away “ I sorry to get your hopes up but now you know how I felt every time you didn’t show up and broke a promise. I’m not giving you another chance goodbye Mr. Stark.”

And with that (Y/n) quickly left the diner and began to walk down a random street. She didn’t know where she was going but she had to getaway.

“I’M SORRY” Tony screamed as he chased her out of the diner. She turned around quickly.

“Sorry? Sorry doesn’t- Sorry doesn’t turn back time and give me a real father, sorry doesn’t show up at my performances, sorry doesn’t wipe my tears, Sorry doesn’t erase the words you said, fix the promises you broke. SORRY, SORRY, SORRY. Sorry doesn’t fix anything. Sorry does jack shit. Fuck your sorry and fuck your fucking tears. You abandoned me so I’m abandoning you. I’m done”

(Y/n) didn’t even realize it started raining until she was a few blocks away. She didn’t even realize she was lost until she was soaked to the bone. Running under an awning she quickly dialed the only number that came to mind she didn’t even know who she actually dialed until she heard their voice.

“Hey, what are you doing up so late?” Peter answered

“I’m lost and wet and cold. Please... h-help.” (Y/n) didn’t know why but she began to sob hard she couldn’t even hold her self up her knees buckled and she collapsed on the grown.

“Woah, Woah, baby calm down. I’m on my way can you give me a street name or something. A Name of a building?” Peter was in between panic mode and superhero/ super boyfriend mode right now. (Y/n) was a mess on the other end of the line as tried to give him the name of the building she was in front of but another sob and a mess of words he couldn't make out came out. Fortunately for Peter Karen tracked (y/n)’s phone for him and put her location up. He knew exactly where she was.

“Hold on baby I’m on my way”

It took Tony a while to gather himself then he got to his car and he let the dam break. He was sobbing like a child good thing his windows were tinted because it was disgusting. Gathering himself enough to start the engine he began to drive. He got to a light when something caught the corner of his eye he saw a someone sitting in front of a store soaking wet and crying it was a little girl. It was his little girl. Tony quickly began to unbuckle himself and step out of the car. But before he could even open the door all the way something landed in front of his daughter.

Spider-Man.

The friendly Arachnids picked her up and quickly swung away before Tony could even react completely.

(Y/n) was shivering and shaking as Peter set her on her feet. “What happened ?” he asked as he looked around his room for a towel and dry clothes.

“I... I told Tony I was going to give him another chance but then I thought about it and I realized I didn’t want to give him another chance. And that’s what I told him” Peter jumped as he turned around he found (y/n) standing in her underwear with her back towards him. He cleared his throat and handed her a towel over her shoulder.

“w-why were you out in the rain?”

“We were at a diner I left when it started raining and I got lost. I’m sorry for pulling you from your patrol.” Peter gave her some dry clothes without looking.

“No, I’m happy you called me. I would have come to you no matter where or when you called me” Peter felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and hug him from behind.

“Still,” she said kissing his back.

“How about you spend the night? I’ll put your clothes in the drier” He pulled her hands up to his both giving her knuckles gentle kisses.

“Thank you, Peter”

(Y/n) messaged her mom to let her know she would be staying at Peter’s place. Of course, she had questions but once Tony’s name was mentioned she left it alone. But she did call May and let her know that (y/n) as there.

Peter put her clothes in the drier changed into some sweat pants and slid into bed with her. He kissed her forehead as he wrapped his arms around her.

“ Listen, I’m not going to get involved in your situation with Tony.” And Peter really wasn’t he knew despite them dating and their feeling towards each other she was quite envious of his relationship with Tony and she had told him this. She wanted the relationship that he had with her father. Peter knew all of this and in order to keep the peace and not upset her, he never mentioned Tony or his work with him. He changed his name in his phone to ‘The Boss’, when he talked to others about him he called him ‘The Boss’, and whenever he had to go to him he said he was going to ‘Work’. He basically made it so Tony’s name was never mentioned in the presence of (y/n). And he never mentioned (y/n) while at the tower or with Tony none of the Avengers even knew they were dating. Only their friend in their small circle May and her mother knew they were dating, that was about five people.

“I’m not going to get involved but please don’t let this drag you down don’t let this hurt you beyond repair. I care about you too much to watch you in pain.”

(Y/n) leaned forward kissing him “ What did I do to deserve you?”

“That’s my line” she laughed a bit before her breathing slowed down and she slowly fell asleep to the sound of Peter’s beating heart.

Peter didn’t go to sleep so soon he instead spent a few more hours staring at her, stroking her hair, and gently kissing her fingers. In kissing her fingers the sleeve of her (his) sweater slid down her revealing her wrist which was covered in scars both horizon and vertical. His heart panged at the sight of her, no doubt, self-inflicted wounds. Peter choked on a cry as tears began to fall. How could she be in so much pain and no one notice? How could she hide such pain?

Peter sniffled and wiped his tears. He couldn’t question her he shouldn’t have been prying into her business even if it was by accident. But he knew now to stop questioning her on her sweaters all the time. Taking a few deep breaths and calming down Peter brought her scared wrist to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss and squeeze. He didn’t sleep at all that night.

(Y/n) woke up startled a loud crash traveled through the apartment. She looked around trying to see where the panic was but then she realized that this wasn’t her room and she wasn’t at home. Then a raging headache introduced itself to her along with the oh so bright light. Moving quickly she shuts the blinds it was then that she realized she was in Peter’s room and in his clothes.

“Oh shit” she whispered as she clenched the sweater shirt, that was very clearly not her, to her chest. She did not recall all of the events of last night, especially what happened once she arrived all that was blank. Did they... do it?

“Hey,” Peter said as he slowly kicked the door open carrying a tray of food “ I made breakfast” he place the tray on his desk he turns to her and notices her distress. “ Hey, hey is everything okay? What’s wrong?”

“I... what happened last night?”

“Um... I picked you up in the rain after your talk with Tony swung you here. You changed out of your wet clothes, I didn’t see anything. And we went to bed. Nothing happened last night nothing like that. We slept actual sleep.”

(Y/n) sighed in relief as she fell back against the pillows. Peter then place the breakfast tray on her lap.

“You should eat. You’ve been asleep for a very long time” (Y/n) laughed a bit but then she looks out the window then to the clock on Peter’s desk. It read 10:17 am.

“OH MY GOSH WE’RE LATE “ (Y/n) was about to jump out of bed but Peter stopped her pushing her back on the bed.

“We’re skipping today. May and your mom called in sick for us. We’ve got today and probably tomorrow to do whatever. Listen don’t worry about all of that right now. Eat. I got to go clean the kitchen it was like a hurricane hit it.” He kissed her forehead and tried to quickly scurry off

“Peter?” he stopped and turned back to her “ Thank you”.

He blushed and stuttered a bit before deciding he had nothing say and left tripping as he went. She laughed at his shy and clumpiness. He was adorable.

It was (y/n) turn to blush when she looked down and realized her pancakes were misshapen hearts. In the hall leaning against the wall, Peter smiled as he heard her giggle. It might have taken him a good hour and a half to get it good but at least she liked them. Now he was off to clean the kitchen. Now that was going to take some time.

It was her lunch break and she was sitting in a park staring at her phone Peter had promised to have (Y/n) call her as soon as she had woken up it was noon now and she hadn’t received any call yet. She was starting to worry. Her phone rang.

“ (Y/N)”

“Um...n-no”

“Tony?”

“Y-yeah...You haven’t heard from (y/n)?”

“no, she spent the night at Peter’s. She wasn’t feeling well and he took care of her. She was supposed to call me when she woke up.” She probably shouldn’t have shared that information with him but she could hear the distress in his voice and she knew Tony was with her last night. “what happened last night I thought you two were coming back together?”

“She... she changed her mind... Remember that time I woke up on the floor in the middle of your living room and you were super pissed. You never told me why you were angry.”

She sighed so she told him that story. Although she had shared many stories with Tony about the bad things he did in (y/n)’s childhood she left many stories out as one she wasn't supposed to know those stories and two she knew he had no memory of any of the events and three they were all just so terrible she just wanted to pretend they never happened. Meaning a huge chunk of (y/n) childhood was missing and, although it wasn’t pretty, the man was very present at the beginning of her childhood at least everything that had dealt with Tony was forgotten or a distant memory she didn’t want.

Tony did a lot of bad things caused a lot of pain and he didn’t even know it and honestly, she wasn’t going to be the one to tell him. He was a better man now, sort of, she didn’t tell and wouldn’t tell of his past demons. He was trying.

“... was I really that bad?”

“Oh, Tony. You were terrible, awful, horrible. The absolute worse. You were so bad that there were days I got on my knees and prayed to Lucifer himself that he’d take you because heaven definitely wasn’t answering my prayers... you were that bad Tony.”

“I-I sound terrible, Oh I was terrible.” he laughed but she could hear his voice crack she could imagine the tears streaming down his face. “ I’ve ch-changed now. I promise I’ve changed now.”

“I Know Tony. I’ve seen it you’ve changed and you’re so much better now but just because you’ve changed doesn’t mean the past has”

“She changed her mind. She doesn’t -she doesn’t want to anymore. She doesn’t want to fix anything anymore.”

She sighed heavily “ Tony, in order to put something back together there needs to pieces and unfortunately, there are no more pieces left. You broke her she got tired of waiting for you to pick up the pieces and fix her so she went picked them up herself and tossed them out.”

Her heart broke as she heard Tony sob over the phone. They are separated, and were never together, to begin with, but she still held love for him and worried for him. But she couldn’t help him here all she could do was listen to his cries. She didn’t like it she had to do something.

“Tony, What are you doing tonight?”

“Um crying” he let out a sad laughed she could hear the tears in his voice.

“Let's meet up tonight. Let’s talk”

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Vicks VapoRub-Me (Trixya) - DenDenMonMon

Of Lovers, Friends and Everything in Between. Part 6.- Unwell

Title: Vicks VapoRub-Me Category: M/M Summary: Unfortunately, he has never eaten knives before, but he figures it would feel similar to this. Notes: Massive disclaimer, this is by far not my best work. I woke up one day feeling like absolute shit, so it felt appropriate that I portrayed exactly that, that’s why I decided to take on this prompt. Seriously felt like dying and couldn’t even function properly, so I kinda gave up on this; then Miss Corona decided to come visit and I didn’t really feel like writing a sickfic at the time. Anyways, it took me months to finish this simple one shot but here it is. I hope you enjoy! (because I still feel like dying). -Monkey Written: Feb 21st, 2020 - April 25th, 2020

Vicks VapoRub-Me

“I am so sorry, Pete,” he lets out before sniffing yet again. “You know I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t bad. I seriously feel like absolute shit.” He moves the phone away from his face as a sudden sneeze escapes him.

He catches the end of Pete’s sentence when he puts the device back to his ear. “…worry,” he assures. “I’ll let everybody know, and we’ll continue shooting on Monday, how does that sound? You just stay home and rest up, okay? Have you talked to Trixie?”

“Not since last night.”

“Okay, I’ll call her. Keep me posted. Hope you feel better.”

He pronounces some grunts of agreement before disconnecting the call.

He’d known something was wrong since the night before. He’d been out late, having ice cream with Amy. The air had been cold, but it felt good against his constantly overheated skin. They’d walked back to his apartment without rushing, enjoying the cool California weather.

As soon as his head hit the pillow later that night, he found himself regretting that little stroll. His nose was stuffy and he had trouble swallowing. He’d sent his complaints to Trixie through text messages, but had also stated how his body was always on his side and he hadn’t gotten a cold in ages. The itchiness in his throat had kept him awake, but Trixie, who wasn’t suffering the symptoms, had fallen asleep mid-conversation.

He grabs his phone, with the sole intention of letting Trixie know about the development of his state. The string of blue bubbles is overwhelming. A countdown of how many hours of sleep he would’ve gotten, if he fell asleep right then, had been sent every hour.

He closes the conversation and throws the phone on the empty space next to him.

Maybe if he showers, he will get to feel better. Cleanse his body of all toxins, or whatever. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Until he throws the covers away, that is. The temperature of the room is colder than he had expected, or maybe he’s running a fever, because the chilled air makes his skin tingle as soon as it touches it. With a deep sigh he turns around, grabs the covers and turns himself into a blanket burrito again. It’s time to take a nap, put his body into low power mode and let it fight whatever it is that’s making him sick.

He sleeps for an hour, or three, or six, he doesn’t know; but he’s suddenly awakened by the doorbell sounding incesibly.

“Jesus. Go away!” He screams into his pillow, sinking deeper into the mattress. The person doesn’t do as they are told, and the bell is heard again. “This better be a major fucking emergency.”

This time he doesn’t make the same mistake as before. He grabs the blanket at the top of the pile and wraps it around his shoulders. Still mumbling curse words is that he reaches the door. He opens it without asking who is on the other side, but is ready to give them a piece of his mind for waking him up. The concerned features disarm him on the spot.

“Oh, my God, Katya. Are you okay? You look horrible!”

“Well, good morning to you too, you fucking bitch,” he pretends to be offended as much as he can, but his body is still not responding properly.

Trixie makes his own way past Katya, carrying several plastic bags in each hand. “Good morning? Girl, it’s almost four in the afternoon. I’ve been calling and texting you. When the messages didn’t show delivered I got worried, then the calls were not connecting. I decided to come see you.”

Katya looks around, as if the device would magically appear somewhere around the living room. “I don’t know where my phone is. It’s probably dead somewhere.”

After dropping everything on the coffee table, Trixie walks back to Katya, who hasn’t moved from his spot next to the door. “I brought you some food. Pete told me you were not feeling well, but this seems, like, super serious.” He grabs Katya by the hands and basically drags him to sit on the couch. “How are you feeling?”

“Well, you-you…” A sneeze interrupts his speech. Trixie reaches inside a bag and takes out a box of tissues before a second sneeze escapes Katya. “Thank you. Now, look away, this is not going to be pretty.”

Trixie laughs but does nothing to divert his eyes as Katya blows his nose. He even offers his hand for Katya to place the used tissue. Katya simply makes a face of disgust and puts it on the table in front of them.

“So, is it like a cold,” Trixie inquires. “Or what is it that you are feeling?”

“You know, it’s so weird. Whenever I move, it feels as if part of my body moved and then it took a second for, like, my other half to catch up. I don’t know how to explain it.”

He doesn’t have to, before he even finishes his sentence, Trixie is already nodding. “Those body aches are signs of a fever. Hold on.” Once again, Trixie starts going through the bags in front of him. “I didn’t know what you had so I stopped by the pharmacy and bought a bunch of shit. I know the lady sold me a thermometer.”

“Is it rectal, mother?” Katya asks in a watered down version of Maureen’s voice.

“Oh, my God,” Trixie says between giggles, finally finding the thin tube. “Glad to know the cold hasn’t affected your sluttiness. Now open.”

Katya does as he’s told, parting his lips as Trixie puts the instrument under his tongue.

“According to this thing, we need to wait a minute and a half,” Trixie informs him as he puts the instructions aside. “Okay, now, hear me out.” He starts speaking more to himself, to fill the silence around them, as he takes his purchases out of the bags. “I went to the drug store to get you, like, cough drops or something for the flu, you know, just in case. When I was there I remembered what happened to my uncle Steve, you remember him, right?”

With the glass tube still in his mouth, Katya shakes his head.

“Yeah, you do. He went to rehab. I’ve talked about him several times. Anyways, when he came out of rehab he had this thing for, like, NyQuil and stuff. He couldn’t even see cough syrup ‘cause it was, I don’t know, triggering, I guess.”

Katya can’t help but smile. The way Trixie speaks with his hands, as much as he does with his mouth, will always be fascinating. He mumbles something unintelligible around the thermometer, then tries to muffle a laugh.

“Shut up! It’s not gonna work if you are talking!” Trixie warns, waving a finger in front of him. “As I was saying. I called Valentina. She’s always bragging about how Mexicans are the best at home remedies, and she gave me some useful tips. That’s why I brought you chicken broth, ‘cause apparently soup only works in movies. She told me to get a shit ton of Vicks VapoRub, and that you should put it on your chest and the sole of your feet. Now, she mentioned something about wrapping your feet with newspaper, but I guess a pair of socks…”

The rest of his rambling gets immediately lost to Katya’s ears. Maybe it’s the fever, or maybe it’s the lack of sleep, but Katya has never felt more loved or taken care of in his life. His eyes water as they analyze the intensity with which Trixie is speaking. He is so worried. He’s dropped everything to be there for Katya; went out of his way to not only buy him drugs for his sickness, he took in consideration Katya’s sobriarity.

Almost without thinking about it, Katya leans forward and drops his head on Trixie’s shoulder. That’s enough to stop the rambling. Trixie’s hand goes up and caresses Katya’s unshaven cheek. The room is completely silent, their breathing synchronizes after a few seconds and soon that’s the only sound filling the air around them. It’s comfortable, it feels like home.

Suddenly, Katya doesn’t feel so sick anymore, his body doesn’t ache as much, his lungs are pulling oxygen in again.

“Let me take a look at that,” Trixie says quietly, not really wanting to interrupt the moment but needing to check the thermometer. He removes it from Katya’s mouth, and puts it up against the light, that’s when he realizes. “I don’t know how to read this thing! Don’t they sell like electronic ones? Shouldn’t this thing say something like: yes, you are hot, or no, you ain’t dying, bitch, you ain’t that special?”

Katya takes the thermometer in his hands, doing his best to breathe as he laughs and coughs at the same time. “It’s ninety… ninety-nine and a half, maybe? That’s not bad. Fever, I believe, starts at, like, a hundred. Anything higher than that is, like, really dying.”

He says it as a joke, as a way to light up the mood, but Trixie’s face turns somber. “Ninety-nine and a half is basically a hundred. So you do have a fever, don’t you dare die on me, you idiot.”

“I’m fine. I do feel like taking a shower, though. That can bring down my temperature, plus, I’ve been sweating a lot.”

Trixie nods his head. “Okay, you go do that, I will heat up the food. You think you can eat?”

Already standing up, Katya agrees. “Yeah. Warm soup would feel nice down my throat. I have never eaten knives before… unfortunately… but it feels like that’s the only thing I’ve been eating.”

“You know what else could feel nice down your throat?” Trixie tries to joke, but laughter makes it hard for him to even finish the sentence.

Katya stops cold on his tracks, turns around and points a finger at him. “Hey, if you are not planning on putting your huge ding-dong in my mouth, don’t you joke about that.”

Lifting his hands in surrender, Trixie walks away, occupying himself in the task of heating up the food for his sick friend.

The shower is quick, Katya doesn’t feel like standing under the spray of freezing water, or at least that’s how it feels against his hot skin. The drops leave a tingling feeling as they travel down his body, hopefully taking germs and viruses away with it. When he enters his bedroom, it feels as if his heart has dropped to his feet as well. The lights are off, all but the lamp on the bedside table. Trixie walks in with a tray in hand. There’s a bowl that probably has the broth in it, a glass filled with juice, another one with water, and some containers that surely hold medicine in them to make him feel better.

“Get in the bed,” Trixie commands, pushing his chin towards the unmade covers.

Katya doesn’t even question it, he unties the wet towel and throws it on a chair. The sheets feel cool as he places them around his lower half. Just when he’s feeling himself relax, he’s startled by Trixie’s hand on his chest.

“Don’t you ever touch me,” Katya says more out of reflex, doing absolutely nothing to remove Trixie’s fingers from his skin.

With a small eye roll, Trixie continues on his task. “Shut up, you big baby. I need to put this VapoRub on your chest to, I don’t know, open up your lungs or something like that.”

That’s when he sees it. Trixie sees the corners of Katya’s mouth slowly curling into a smile he knows very well. It is a very telling smile. Katya knows his thoughts are not socially accepted, yet he will proudly express them. As soon as the blindingly white teeth are in full display, Trixie lets out a sigh as he dramatically drops his shoulders.

“What-what now?”

With lifted eyebrows, Katya uses his eyes to make Trixie look down, towards his bottom half. The sheets are slightly lifted and Katya laughs as soon as the ‘oh, wow’ is pronounced, indicating Trixie understands what’s going on.

“Bitch, I’m literally putting medicine on your chest. This can’t possibly be turning you on.”

“No, no, no,” Katya quickly corrects him. “Getting a boner is not an equivalent of getting turned on. It’s just a physical reaction to human touch.”

Trixie sits on the edge of the bed, ignoring the response of Katya’s body, and carries on with the task. “When were you last touched by a human?” He asks with a twist of his lips, trying to make it sound sarcastic, and expecting Katya to bring up a weird story of how he was last touched by a demon or something of the short.

None of that happens.

Katya looks away, almost ashamed. Almost. Shame is not part of his vocabulary. Yet, there is no other word that could describe the somber air taking over his features. There is a sigh before he looks back at Trixie. Something immediately changes. His eyes are a shade darker than usual, they look straight into Trixie’s soul, and he can’t take it. He has to look down, to the container of medicine still in his hands.

“Hey,” Katya speaks, softly, almost in a whisper. Trixie nods, acknowledging he’s heard him, but still not able to look up. “Thank you,” Katya finishes. The tone of his voice is deep, laced with something that Trixie doesn’t dare to figure out.

He shrugs a shoulder. “No problem,” Trixie assures Katya, toying with the blue jar. He doesn’t elaborate, he wants to make the weird cloud above them go away. He presses two fingers into the scented gel before running it against Katya’s skin.

Trixie tries to concentrate on applying the medicine into Katya’s chest evenly. His hand travels from one pec to the other slowly. His fingers make sure to lightly touch one of the bugs, permanently drawn on Katya’s shoulder, before making his way to the one. He does his best to ignore the deep stare of his friend burning the top of his head, he doesn’t pay attention to the uneven raising and falling of the chest he’s touching. He really wants to, he is really trying. It’s useless.

Soon, he finds himself licking his lips, he feels the throbbing in his pants, he loses control of his hand. Without even thinking about it, he takes more medication but his fingers land on Katya’s stomach this time. His fingertips trace the toned abs, his nails scratching slightly. He goes lower and lower until his hand disappears inside the covers.

It burns. It really burns. When the ointment reaches the delicate skin, Katya closes his eyes. He wants to open them, he wants to see Trixie’s hand going up and down on him. He wants to have a good look at Trixie’s face as he pumps him; but he’s too weak. His mind is fogged with fever and lust. He is struggling to pull air in when his lungs are still not fully working. All he knows is that Trixie’s soft touch is taking care of the throbbing of his lower half, just as he has been taking care of his sickness for the last hour or so.

He has to do something, as a thank you. He blindly pats down the mattress, finds Trixie’s legs, and the bulge between them right after. Slowly, he opens his eyes, just to find Trixie’s stare.

“Brian,” Trixie whispers, no other word is pronounced but all motion stops. “I’m sorry,” he says, releasing him with a heavy exhale. “I shouldn’t have done that. You are sick, you are not feeling well.”

“So what?” Katya sounds almost angry. “It’s not like we are kissing. Surely a cold is not dick-to-hand contagious.”

Trixie stands up, maybe some physical distance could work in their favor. “That’s not what I meant, bitch. I just… I don’t know. It feels like I’m taking advantage of you.”

Katya sits up, making sure the covers don’t fall and add awkwardness by revealing his erection. “Hey, listen. Nobody is taking advantage of anybody. If anything, I’m taking advantage of your good heart to fuck you. You have been such an amazing friend and, honestly, the only way I know how to communicate is sexually. I kinda sensed this was where things were going. I’m sorry. I know you have made it perfectly clear, right from the start, that it couldn’t happen. I need to respect that.”

Folding his arms across his chest, Trixie taps his foot softly against the floor. “What if…” he trails off, his eyes avoiding Katya again. “What if I want something to happen?”

“You do?” Katya doesn’t do anything to hide the excitement in his voice.

Trixie nods. “I do. But not like this, though.”

“Oh, no! God! Not like this,” Katya agrees.

A small smile creeps into Trixie’s lips, before he goes around the bed and climbs next to Katya. “Why don’t we wait until you feel better and revisit the subject?”

Katya lays back down and faces him with a giant grin on his face. “I feel better already.”

#rpdr fanfiction #trixya #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #canon compliant #smut #sick fic #of lovers #dendenmonmon #submission

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minatodilf · 5 years

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i was tagged by @teojida thank u king 🙌🏽

What was your last

Drink: vanilla coke 🙌🏽

Last phone call: work....

Last text: to my older sister, asking her to pick up food on her way home but she hasn’t responded so looks bleak kings

Last song you listened to: my brothers watching nge out in the family room and I’ve been hearing the theme song play a lot longer than it should be so i guess cruel angels thesis

Last time you cried: hmmm maybe a month ago? i don’t remember these things lol

Have you ever dated someone: unfortunately! i never listened to my friends when they told me he was shitty and creepy, wish I had!

Been cheated on: el em aye oh yeah!

Kissed someone and regretted it: big time, my dude

Lost someone special: not really

Been drunk and thrown up: yes

List three fave colors: yellow, red, orange! (Ok me too king)

In the last year have you…

Made a new friend: yeah!

Fallen out of love: yes!

Laughed until you cried: yeah

Met someone that changed you: yeah I guess u grow from ur mistakes so yeah?

Found out who your true friends are: idk maybe?

Found out someone was talking about you: lmaoo yeah

Kissed someone on your FB friends list: yeah I don’t have facebook

General

How many people on your FB friends list do you know irl: don’t have fb

Do you have any pets: we have two cats! Salem is a black cat and yeah he’s named after the one from Sabrina, my older sisters named him. and the other is bean, idk cat breeds but he’s pretty 😔 my brother had a blue budgie, his name was sasuke. yeah I know...it was embarrassing for a while ahdjshsj he got old and passed away recently tho

Do you want to change your name: i do, probably not to ash though. ill keep that as a nickname, idk what I’d change my name to

What did you do for your last birthday: euheheh my birthday was January, i went out clubbing with a group of friends for my 18th

What time did you wake up today: a little after 8:30am. Bc its school break rn it’s just me and my brother at home, our parents leave early for work and come home late so he woke me up to go get breakfast from McDonald’s. i had a sausage and egg mcmuffin with the hash brown and juice and it was soooooo good.

What were you doing at midnight last night: playing Final Fantasy X on the switch

Name something you CANNOT wait for: OHHH DUDE NEW ANIMAL CROSSING!!

Last time you saw your mother: uhh last night I think, i was still asleep when she left for work this morning

What is one thing you wish you could change about life: i wish my family was well off. i wish I could afford to pay next semesters uni fee to continue my degree, and my parents didn’t have to worry about it so much.

What are you listening to right now: the sound of nge from the other room and my brother occasionally yelling at the tv

Have you ever talked to a person with the name Tom: you know what, i don’t think I ever have

What’s getting on your nerves: thinking about money and the lack thereof lol

Most visited website: tumblr + youtube

Nickname: ash! my parents call me shortened versions of my actual name sometimes, but ash really click with everyone. Even my parents use it sometimes.

Relationship status: single 🤟🏽 recently broke up with my shit hole ex and whew who knew i was so blind and stupid!

Zodiac sign: aquarius

Pronouns: he/him

Fave tv shows: I don’t really watch tv but I like naruto so.

Hair color: it’s naturally black, i tried dying it blonde a while ago but it looked fucked so I dyed it back to black omg

Long or short: on myself I prefer short I guess? but just long enough for me to still look like a sasuke kinnie

Height: hnnhghgh 5’0

Do you have a crush on someone: mr minato the dilf supreme

What do you like about yourself: oh yeah being gay and trans is Super Sexy of me

Tattoos: oof yeah I got some but my parents still don’t know about them, the adrenaline keeps me going. I’d like a few more tho 👀

Righty or Lefty: righty!

First surgery: im pretty hardy i haven’t been to the hospital

First piercing: first was my ear lobes, i now have a lot more all in my ears tho. I’d like a couple more.

First best friend: we aren’t friends anymore. I used my sisters Facebook to look her up recently and she’s very openly homophobic so glad I dodged that bullet lmao

First sport you joined: yeah i was a ballet child, then i moved on to volleyball and then track briefly in high school

First pair of trainers: huh? What?

Right now

Eating: nongshim onion ring snacks, I’m a frequent at the asian market bc im always buying my onion flavoured ring snacks

Drinking: I had a bottle of water on my bed but I can’t locate it atm...

Listening to: bts’s idol and I’ve run out of skips on my free version of Spotify so I guess that

Want kids: not at the moment

Career: i would love to be an artist or a writer, something creative but like that’ll never happen lmao

Which is better:

Lips or eyes: hmm idk lips ig

Hugs or kissed: hugs

Shorter or taller: i kinda...like...being smaller so..

Romantic or spontaneous: spontaneous

Nice stomach or nice arms: yeah tummy is the best!

Sensitive or loud: hmmm I’m already very loud so maybe sensitive, we need a balance

Hook up or relationship: hook up bro I’m over relationships

Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

Have you ever:

Kissed a stranger: yes

Drank hard liquor: yes

Lost glasses/contacts: yes

Sex on a first date: yea

Broke someone’s heart: not that I’m aware of lol

Had your own heart broken: man idk.

Been arrested: very close call but ultimately no

Turned someone down: yep

Cried when someone died: ye

Fallen for a friend: oh briefly back in high school but he was straight and made some homophobic jokes so like. I had no taste.

Do you believe in:

Yourself: hhhh he’s trying!

Miracles: mmmmmm no

Love at first sight: ehhhh yeah ok

Santa Claus: nope. My sister ruined it all for me early so.

Kiss on the first date: yea

Angels: ehhhhh idk...

i tag: @nbsoras @bosstheme @cishethiruzen @bayonettamutual @ochaiko @thelegendoftwink @dykexion

i know this is VERY long so of course u don’t have to do it if u don’t wanna ✌🏽

#whew that was long but fun #tagged #long post

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notafeeling · 7 years

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Waving Through a Window

A/N Here’s this... thingie that I wrote for @analogically-prinxiety as a part of the fic exchange. Also huge thanks to @princeyandanxiety for putting up with my constant questions and helping me edit this.

Chosen Prompt: 1 - Soulmate AU

Pairing: Analogical (Anxiety/Logic), side Royality (Prince/Morality)

Genre: Soulmate AU, High School AU, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: many 8.6k (the k stands for kill me)

Warnings: panic attack, like a paragraph dedicated to this One Shove, heaps of swearing (courtesy of Anx) and uh... I think that’s it?

Summary:

Soulmates share an emotional bond where they can feel what the other is feeling. That has always been just an unimportant fact that Virge has lived by. It was the same as someone saying ‘water is wet’ or ‘the sky is blue’. When Virgil’s old neighbour moves away and Logan’s family moves in, things start changing.

“I heard a family’s moving in next door. I didn’t think it would be bought so soon, what with the roof predicament and all that!” Virgil’s mum laughed as she dumped potatoes on her son’s plate. When she turned around, he stabbed his fork into the vegetable with as much force as he could muster.

“Didn’t Kelly from across the road say that they have a son around Virge’s age? Maybe you two could become friends?” His dad suggested, non-too subtly. Virgil barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His mum glared at her spouse, who merely shrugged. “What? I’m just saying, he has to get over Patton sometime. Better sooner rather than later.”

“Christian!”

“Sweetheart, I’m just saying, it’s been almost two whole months-“

“I can feel that you’re just worried for him, and I understand, but now is not the time.”

Virgil pushed his chair back, wincing as it scraped along the floor. “I’m going to my room,” he muttered, then marched up the stairs. He slammed open his bedroom door, stormed in and turned on his computer. As he waited for the ancient thing to boot, he couldn’t help but to mull over what his father had said. Really, he was right.

Patton had moved away at the start of the summer holidays. Virgil could almost picture his window sliding open and his unusually upset best friend climbing in. He had rushed over to hug him, and then pulled back to ask who he had to kill. Pat chuckled, wiping his tears before explaining everything. How his parents had sat him down and told him about his mother’s job opportunity that required her to move away. How they told him it was for the best. How they were leaving for good.

The worst thing about it was that they hardly got to spend any time together before Patton left. His neighbour was so busy packing that, despite literally having a roof connecting their windows due to some idiot architect, they were restricted to Virgil coming over to help or midnight stargazing on the aforementioned roof. It was hell.

Patton, for the first time ever, was gone and Virgil was only just realising how dependent he had been on him. They were hardly ever separate, always having sleepovers or casually hanging out at each other’s places. That was all ruined. And Virge didn’t know what to do.

He was brought back into the present by the sudden bright glare of the monitor. His eyes flicked to the time. 6:03pm. Great, he was late for their regular Skype calls. Not by much, but still.

Virgil opened up Skype to see that Patton was already online.

Patton-cake: ‘Took you long enough!’

virge: ‘sorry, i lost track of the time. are you gonna call?’

Patton-cake: ‘Is everything okay?’

virge: ‘yeah.’

Patton-cake: ‘If you say so. Also, I have a surprise for you!!’

virge: ‘?’

Patton-cake is calling.

Wary and confused, Virgil clicked accept. As the call connected, he quickly went over all the possibilities of the surprise in his head while he fidgeted with the end of his hoodie. What was Patton planning? Did he make something for him? Oh no, he had nothing he was able to give in return-

“Virge!”

The familiar, overjoyed voice was enough to get him to relax. This was Pat. He never expected anything of him.

“Hey, Pat.”

Patton’s gaze softened. “Virgil, you don’t look alright. Anything I can do for you?”

The boy shook his head. “I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“Well, that’s never good!”

Virgil snorted at the classic Patton joke. He had made that one countless times before, but to hear it again was… comforting. Maybe nothing had changed after all..?

“Anyway, Dad told me yesterday that someone is moving next door.” (Virgil pulled a face at this.) “Make sure whoever gets my old room doesn’t steal you from me!”

Virgil scoffed. “Oh no, I’m still heartbroken over losing you, I could never move on that quickly – unless, of course, they actually appreciate the greatest band of all time, My Chemical Romance-”

“Hey, I did appreciate them when you showed them to me that one time!” Patton interjected, making Virgil grin.

“Even all the swearing?” His friend hesitated. “I knew it! I bet you wouldn’t listen to all of Black Parade! Jeez, Pat, did you ever even truly love me?”

Patton rolled his eyes. “Oh, stop it, you know I love you! You’re almost as dramatic as Roman, I swear!”

Virgil frowned. “Who?”

Pat slapped his forehead. “Whoops! There goes the surprise.” He turned away from the screen. “Alright, get in here!”

The door behind him opened and a guy came up to Patton, casually leaning on his shoulders. The stranger scanned Virgil before breaking out into a smile. “So you’re Virgil?”

Virge shrunk into his hoodie. This guy was far too confident for his tastes. “Yep. I’m Patton’s old neighbour and best friend. It’s nice to meet you…” He trailed off. What was his name again?

“Roman Prince, at your service!” Roman exclaimed, puffing out his chest. “I’m Patton’s boyfriend and soulmate.”

Virgil’s eyebrow twitched. Surely he misheard him. There’s no way that this guy could possibly be-

“It’s true!” Patton giggled. “We met a month ago at this community art class I’m taking. Since I’m new, the people running it thought it was best that he show me the ropes! We only found out about our soulmate status two weeks ago.”

Two weeks. Virgil counted and realised they’ve had at least five calls during that time, and only now did Patton mention this Roman?! Didn’t he remember the pact they made, that they’d tell each other when they found their soulmates straight away? Sure, they were seven at the time, which was almost a decade ago by now, but still.

Meanwhile, the other was far too caught up in his rambling to notice his friend’s silence. “I tripped over my shoelaces – you know me, always clumsy – and hit the floor super hard. At the same time, Roman gasped in pain, but nothing had happened to him!”

“Once I finished checking he was okay, I put it all together and realised that this adorable cardigan-clad guy must be my soulmate! We tested this out by having Patton watch sad videos while I was in a different room. I felt more sorrow than I have in my whole life! The saying ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’ is true, but in the opposite way it was meant for.” Roman paused his spiel to kiss Patton’s cheek.

Who did this clown think he was? Of course Virge knew that – everyone did. It was common knowledge that your emotional bond with your soulmate grew more intense the closer you were, and yet Roman was treating Virge as some kind of moron.

The couple got lost in their own banter then. Virgil wanted to vomit. They’ve only known each other for four weeks, and already they seemed closer than he and Patton, who had been best friends for as long as they could remember.

He cleared his throat, and the two romantics finally seemed to realise he was watching their sickeningly sweet display. “I have to… finish some holiday homework. I’m sorry to cut this short. Pat, I’ll talk to you soon, and Roman… you better take care of Patton.”

“Trust me, I will.”

As he left the call, he saw the way prince prat gazed adoringly at his friend, and this both comforted him and upset him. Of course, Virgil knew it was pretty much inevitable that he would be replaced one day. Patton was the best person he knew and so deserving of all the love in the world, it was a wonder that he even became friends with someone as sour as Virge in the first place.

The next day, he woke up stressed. This made no sense to him, considering the situation with Patton was more anxiety-inducing than stressful, until he finally came to the conclusion that it was his own soulmate. That was odd. His soulmate was usually rather calm. That was something Virge liked about this total stranger – that whenever he was having a bad day and his insecurities made him believe that asking Patton for help would annoy him, he allowed himself to focus on the other’s emotions, trying to guess what they were doing.

As much as Virgil tried to act cynical about soulmates, he not-so-secretly thought that it was really nice to think that everyone had someone for them, even if their relationship with their soulmate wasn’t romantic at all. Being able to be loved by someone utterly and truly was one of the most comforting concepts to him. And to understand how your soulmate feels and to experience it yourself… When Virge felt the world was crashing around him, it was one of the only things to console him.

Now though, he wished he could reach through their invisible bond and telepathically convey that they should focus on him. Virgil’s soulmate deserved to rely on him for once, especially since he knew that they had been experiencing rather conflicting emotions over the past week, torn between fear and relief.

Whatever was going on with his soulmate, he wanted to help. Unfortunately, there was simply no way, not until they met. If they met.

Virgil’s overthinking was cut short by his mum knocking on his bedroom door. Groaning, the teenager dragged himself out of bed. He threw on his hoodie and pushed up the sleeves, ignoring the fact that it was summer and swelteringly hot.

“Yeah?” He yawned as the door opened, barely acknowledging his mother’s strangely fancy clothes.

She gasped when she saw her son’s attire. “Virgil! It’s midday!”

“It’s summer,” he grumbled under his breath, but she didn’t grace him with another retort.

“Change your clothes into something nice!” Not bothering to give a further explanation, his mum hustled past him and to his closet. She chucked a pair of jeans at him, along with the least worn-down shirt. Looking over her son, she grimaced at his hoodie, but knew it was pointless to even think about asking him to take it off. Without another word, she hurried off downstairs.

As much as Virgil would love to ponder over what in the hell his mother was doing, the stress had spiked. His own anxiety began to flood his veins. Deciding there was nothing better to do, he hauled himself to the window and slid it open, then climbed out onto the roof. He usually hated doing this during daytime for the fear of someone seeing and thinking he was a freak, but he found he didn’t care at this particular point in time. Odd.

Virge leant back and closed his eyes, allowing himself to get some rare sunlight.

A loud thud, curse and consequential scolding disrupted his brief moment of relaxation. Startling upright, Virgil scanned his surroundings and spotted a large moving van parked outside the other house. He glanced over the edge of the roof to see that just below him was a box of belongings with its contents sprawled out across the concrete and beside it, a bespectacled teenager staring up at him. He stared back, entranced by a peculiar familiarity he instinctively felt towards this stranger until his mind made the connection. The moving van, his mother’s nice clothing… This was his new neighbour.

And whoever this newcomer was, his first impression of Virgil would now forever be that of some creep who sleeps on rooftops. Realising this, Virge’s eyes widened and he scrambled back inside, heart hammering. Shit, shit, shit. Why did he do that? He looked like a fucking coward! He must never show his face again.

Virge flopped onto his bed face-first and drew the hoodie tighter around him, willing the mattress to open up and swallow him for an eternity. Behind his teenage angst, there was an underlying curiosity, but it definitely wasn’t stemming from his own feelings. A few minutes later, a sharp knock forced him to return to reality.

“Virgil, son, come and meet our new neighbours!” His father called through the door before thudding down the stairs, undoubtedly to have civil conversation with the neighbours about how weird his son was.

“I’ve already met them,” Virge mumbled to himself. Despite this, he knew that his parents expected him to be down there, so he might as well save himself the hassle of failing to convince them that he shouldn’t meet them.

Trudging downstairs, he kept his eyes focussed on the carpeted floor. So focussed, in fact, that he didn’t notice the other person until he ran into them.

“Shoot- uh, you okay there?”

When Virgil finally found the will to open his eyes, he found himself on the floor staring up at the guy from earlier. Fuck. The stranger extended his hand, but Virge picked himself up and dusted himself off. “I’m mentally cursing my existence, but otherwise, I’m great,” he murmured. He rubbed his head and winced, but everything else seemed to be in working order, so he wasn’t too bothered.

“Are you definite?” he asked. “I wouldn’t wish our initial exchange to be tainted by this infelicitous event.”

Virgil frowned, trying to decode whatever language this weirdo was speaking in. There was a beat of silence until he realised he was expected to reply. Pushing past his embarrassment, he finally properly looked at him.

Holy shit.

He gulped, and stuttered at a response, trying not to seem affected by this absolute nerd who somehow looked good in the most ridiculous formal getup Virge had ever seen. Really, what teenage wears a polo shirt and a tie when meeting neighbours? Plus… he was fucking tall. Especially to someone as short (ahem, less-than-average height) as Virge.

“Yeah, uh… Yeah, I’m fine, just- just a little sore.”

Heat rushed to his cheeks as the other simply stared at him. Oh god, he sounded like an idiot, now he has to avoid this person at all costs. Virgil dug his nails into the ends of his sleeves and debated hightailing it down the stairs, but was stopped by a hesitant hand on his shoulder.

“Wait- I should introduce myself. My name is Logan.” Logan extended his hand and Virgil shook it.

“I’m Virgil- though, if you want, you can call me Virge.” Realising he was still gripping Logan’s hand, he dropped it as if it were a hot pan and jolted backwards.

The other teen raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t make a comment on it. “Which do you prefer?”

“Virge. It’s less awful than Virgil. Sometimes I wonder what my parents were thinking naming me that, but then I remember that my mother’s name is Amelie.” He laughed but stopped when Logan frowned.

“I like the name Virgil. It was the name of a Roman poet I’m rather fond of.”

“You like poetry?!”

Logan crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. “Yes. It’s a form of art deserving of more appreciation, but some people refuse to see its value.”

Huh. Virgil didn’t take this guy as someone to get so defensive this easily, but he rushed to explain nonetheless. “No, I agree with you, it’s just that I love poetry! It’s my favourite thing to do in English and I was surprised that someone else liked it because no one ever does, and so I often don’t tell people that I write poetry as they always laugh-”

Logan raised a hand to cut off his rambling. “Relax. I understand, and I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions. You said you write poetry? Would you care to show me sometime?”

Virgil bit his lip. “I don’t know, it’s really bad. The only one that isn’t horrible is far too long and kind of depressing, so it doesn’t matter-“

“Nonsense. If you put that much effort into it, then I’d love to read it.” Logan looked him in the eyes and Virgil couldn’t make himself believe that the other was lying.

“Well, anyway, we should probably go downstairs and – ugh – socialise.”

This time Logan did laugh, and Virgil was filled with a warm glow.

“So how was meeting the new neighbours?”

“Awful.”

Patton looked sceptical. “Awful? I got nonstop texts about this Logan guy. You seemed pretty obsessed with him.”

Virgil scoffed. “No. It’s just that he’s a nerd! Like, take every stereotype of a nerd ever to exist and compile them together and you get Logan. He wears a tie- a tie, Patton! And he uses these big fancy words and I can never understand any of them. God, he probably thought I was an absolute idiot! I mean, I kept rushing through my sentences and then I told him about my fucking poetry! He thinks I’m so lame, and that’s not even including the fact that I embarrassed myself in front of him two whole other times! He hates me, Pat- god, what an absolute dick.”

Patton wouldn’t have been able to help it if he tried. He giggled. “Yeah, you don’t care about his opinion at all.”

“Shut your face hole.”

He raised his hands up in mock-surrender. “Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t hate you.” Before Virgil protested, he continued. “Did he say he does? And, if he’s as much as a nerd as you’ve made him out to be, he probably thought you were cool for writing poetry!”

“Me? Cool? Yeah, right.” The teen shrunk into his jumper and rolled his eyes. “And he may not have said he despises my existence, but that’s because he’s nice!”

“I thought he was, in your words, ‘an absolute dick’?”

Virgil’s eyebrows jumped up in shock at the swear. “Quick, someone call the cops, Patton just fucking swore! Fucking shit, I bet that Roman bastard is the motherfucker responsible for this.”

“Speaking of soulmates, maybe you and Logan McNerd are destined to be!”

“Wha- Are you delusional?! We have nothing in common!”

“Well, you’re both nerds aren’t you? I’d say you’re absolutely perfect for each other!”

Virgil turned off his computer then and there, not even bothering to end the call properly.

In the following weeks, his parents and Logan’s parents had become… annoyingly close. Their mothers were often found drinking coffee together at one of their houses while their dads went off to do… whatever dads did. Virgil assumed it was something stereotypical such as play catch – but without their sons, obviously. On second thought, maybe it was better if he left the imagination up to someone far more capable.

Meanwhile, while the parents of the families were bonding, the teenagers appeared to be attempting to set a record for the “most antisocial kid of the year”. So far, Virgil was winning. Logan actually tried to talk to him, but whenever he did, it always ended in awkward small talk that made Virge’s skin crawl. Instead, he took to spending his days hiding away in his room, either playing on his phone or ranting to Patton and occasionally Roman (and yes, after further consideration, perhaps Roman wasn’t too much of an asshole, though a tad arrogant) about Logan’s insistence to read his damn poems.

They, of course, only waggled their eyebrows, which infuriated Virgil more than Logan’s nosiness did. It was both a curse and an extraordinary blessing when school started up again.

He now had an excuse to avoid Logan. Plus, it gave him a chance to finally deal with the new intensity of his soulmate’s emotions. Virgil’s heart ached when he thought about all the possible reasons as to why they were uncharacteristically sensitive, but he shoved his worries aside as he knew that there was nothing he could really do about it.

Still, no matter how much he wanted to, he shouldn’t focus on that. Not when he was rushing through the crowded halls in an attempt to make it to his last class for the day. So far, he had been lucky enough to not have Logan in any of his periods – apart from lunch, which didn’t really count because he could easily ignore him. (And besides, Logan seemed to have found friends. Why would he want to sit with Virgil, who was all alone now that Patton was gone?)

In fact, he was so invested into getting to class on time, that he didn’t notice Logan lining up outside his classroom until Virgil was standing right next to him.

“Hello, Virgil- ah, Virge,” Logan greeted.

The shorter one glanced up in surprise. He popped his earbuds out (so long, Fall Out Boy) and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Hey.” The silence that followed made Virgil cringe. “So, uh, you’re in AP English?”

“It would seem so.”

“Right. Yeah, obviously.” Virge coughed and shifted his weight. “What teachers do you have, if you don’t mind me asking? Maybe I can tell you how to deal with them.”

Logan smiled. “That would be wonderful. I have Miss Clark –“

“Lucky. She’s pretty chill and lets you play music in class, as long as you’ve done all your work.”

“- Mr Williams –“

Virgil scowled. “Just don’t even try to speak in his class if you don’t want to fail, no matter how smart you are. Also don’t bring up any politics around him – you do not want to hear his views.”

“Noted. Let’s see… There’s also Mr Pierce, Mrs Smith, Miss Kyle and Mr Sanders, who I believe teaches this class. He is surprisingly late though.” Logan adjusted his glasses once he finished listing them all off, but before Virgil could reply, their English teacher sprinted into view.

“I’m sorry I’m late!” Mr Sanders panted, doubled-over in an attempt to regain his breath. “You see, I pulled a prank on Mr Pierce and he smeared makeup over my shirt so I had to change, and then of course I just had to get back at him, so I hid his laptop. I’m currently a fugitive, so you all must work to hide me. If he comes in here, tell him I’m dead. Understand?”

Giggling, the class nodded, and began filing in. Virgil made a beeline for the back left corner, which was right next to a window he usually loved to gaze out of. This time, though, he glared at the pane, cursing the heavens for putting Logan in this class. He didn’t want more awkward conversations with the guy!

The universe however didn’t seem to get the memo, as Logan plonked his stuff on the desk next to Virgil’s. Of course Logan had to ruin his favourite subject for him.

“Is anyone sitting here?” He asked, already moving to sit down as Virgil shook his head.

Mr Sanders clapped his hands, drawing their attention to the front. “Listen here, as much as I hate to make you all do actual schoolwork during school on the first day, we might as well get straight into it. This unit we’re focussing on poetry –“

Virgil felt like bashing his head against a wall when Logan nudged him.

“– and you’ll be working in pairs. Just whoever is next to you is fine, but I know that I can’t stop you from choosing your own groups.”

Logan looked at him expectantly and Virgil shrugged, relieved and also anxious. At least he didn’t have to go through the embarrassment of being the only one without a partner, right? It wasn’t like this day could get any worse.

Mr Sanders came over and stood between the pair. “Now, Logan, I know for a fact that Virgil is an excellent poet. In fact, I have one he wrote last year right here.” He fished around for it and produced the semi-crumpled paper from his folder and handed it to Logan, much to Virgil’s mortification.

“It’s the worst, Patton! Sure, Logan may not be an intentional asshole but he still is one! You should just see the way he acts! Everyone always praises him because ‘oh, you’re so smart, Logan!’ or ‘whoa, you’re so hot’ and I’m sick of it! All he does is wear glasses and a tie – anyone could do that! Hell, I could do that! And he’s Mr Sanders favourite student – after one fucking week, Pat, one week! I struggled for three years to be his favourite and then Logan comes along and does everything perfect and just – argh!” Virgil threw his hands up. “Why does everyone think he’s attractive anyway? Sure, he’s got the nerd aesthetic, and he acts clueless when being flirted with, which I guess makes him even more loveable-“

Patton opened his mouth, smirking, but Virgil cut him off. “If you say what I think you’re going to say, I will end this call.”

The brightly-clothed teen on the screen giggled. “All I’m saying is that if you didn’t care about him, you wouldn’t spend so much time focussing on him!”

Virgil rolled his eyes. The truth was, he had been purposefully focussing his fury onto Logan, because it was a constant. Recently he’d been feeling all kinds of weird, and it was throwing him off. Not to mention, the only other consistent emotion was the hollow, dull ache of loneliness that had refused to leave him no matter what he did. Needless to say, Virgil didn’t feel like focussing on that.

Despite the assignment, Virgil and Logan ignored each other for the most part. It had become routine for them. They’d exchange friendly conversation in class and smile at each other when they passed in hallways or caught a glimpse through their windows, but otherwise, they remained distant. Virgil had started complaining less and less about Logan, and he only ever did anymore because that was what Patton (and Roman, when he was part of the call) expected to hear.

Still, though, Virge had figured that he could at the very least rely on Logan. Or he did, until…

All he had been trying to do was get to the front of the cafeteria as soon as possible so he didn’t have to wait forever in the line. Really, he should learn to become more spatially aware as he ended up slamming into someone and knocking their tray of food onto the floor.

“Fuck- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-” Virge cut his apologies off with a gulp once he saw who it was. He didn’t exactly know the guy, but from the jersey, he knew that the big oaf currently towering over him was on the football team. The shove to his chest was expected, but that didn’t help the fact that Virge now lay winded on the cold floor, while the other students around him sniggered to themselves.

He picked himself up, ignoring the throbbing pain in the arm that he had landed on, and started to hurry away before his day could get any worse. It was then that he caught sight of Logan hiding a smile behind his hands.

Cold rushed through his veins and seeped into his stomach, making the tight ball of anxiety expand until he felt that he couldn’t breathe. Before he knew what he was doing, he was sprinting outside the cafeteria, far too aware of the judging eyes trained onto his retreating form.

Once he regained control over his body, he realised that he was in an empty bathroom. Thank god, he thought as he allowed himself to slump against the hard plaster walls. He could finally sob in peace.

Meanwhile, Logan’s acquaintance, Yasmin, was snapping her fingers in front of the intelligent teenager’s face.

“Yo, Lo-” (Logan cringed at the abbreviation of his name and the butchering of the English language) “- I know my jokes are hilarious, but did you see that weirdo who just ran out of here?”

He furrowed his eyebrows together. “Weirdo?”

“Oh my god, please don’t tell me you missed that?!” Seeing Logan’s blank stare, Yasmin smacked her forehead. “Jeez, for someone so smart, you’re not that observant. That loner dude – the one with the strange name – he got shoved by Harrison-”

“Who?”

“The fucking star of the footie team, how do you not- okay, not important. Anyways, the weirdo got knocked to the ground and then just sprinted away. I’m surprised no teacher has gone looking for him yet, but then again, the teachers at this school mostly suck unless you get someone cool.”

As Yasmin ranted away about another irrelevant topic, Logan worked to put the pieces together in his mind. Strange name, huh? And to think he just ran instead of brushing it off like most others would… Could it be?

“Excuse me, I have to leave your presence to check something.” Logan started walking off.

“You know, most humans say goodbye, or I’ll talk to you later!” Yasmin called after him. He smiled, but otherwise continued without a word. She wouldn’t be too bothered, and that was what he liked about her. Sure, she wasn’t the most intellectually stimulating conversation partner, but she at least understood his… unusual mannerisms.

He rubbed his right arm as he exited the room, suddenly realising it had been hurting for the past few minutes. When he touched it, he let out a pained hiss. What did he do to it? He rolled up his sleeve to check, but couldn’t see anything. Odd.

Unless…

Logan made a mental note to record his theory later, but for now, he had to focus on finding his elusive friend.

“He just- he fucking laughed, Pat. He laughed.” Virgil had his head in his hands as he finished recounting the miserable event to his two, heavily-pixelated friends.

“I will destroy him,” Roman muttered darkly. “He’ll regret daring to even think about doing it by the time I’m through with him! I’ll- I’ll-”

He was stopped by Patton’s hand on his shoulder. “Ro, dear, calm down. And Virge, I’m sure he wasn’t laughing at you! From what you’ve told us, he doesn’t seem the type to just… do something as cruel as that!”

Virgil shrugged, tightening the hoodie around his face. “Patton, I love how you try to see the best in everyone, but-”

“If you say a bad word about yourself, I will drive myself and Pat up there to punch you in the face.”

Virge chuckled weakly and scrubbed his eyes. “Good luck convincing Patton to hit me. He wouldn’t even hurt a robber in self-defence without asking them to talk out their problems over some tea first.”

“Tea solves everything!” Patton jumped in. Virgil raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘case in point.’

“Indeed it does, my love.” Roman leant down to kiss Patton while Virge pretended to be disgusted.

��Get a room!”

Virgil shrugged off his hoodie and the shirt underneath. He grunted when the fabric pulled past his arm. Once it was off, he examined it closely. A large bruise had blossomed across the skin of his upper arm, the sight of it making Virgil grimace. He touched it lightly and yelped, immediately regretting his curiosity.

At least it wouldn’t be too hard to conceal. It was now autumn, and the low temperatures gave him an excuse to wear his jumper around everywhere (as if he didn’t already).

A rush of guilt and concern swept over him out of the blue. That was peculiar. Virgil tried to come up with a reason to the sudden worry, but came up blank. Figuring that was a problem for another day, he got ready for bed.

As he was going about his routine, he caught Logan’s stare through their windows. When he moved to wave, the other snapped his gaze away. Virgil let his half-raised hand fall limply to his side as he bit back the disappointment bubbling in him. If Logan didn’t want to talk to him, then that was alright. Perfectly fine. Just great.

Whatever, his mind spat bitterly as he yanked his blinds close. He didn’t care about the asshole anyway.

He didn’t care. Not one bit. Not even when the digital clock on his bedside table shone “2:00” into the darkness but he was still unable to sleep, and there was only so much time he could waste on his phone before he got a headache. However, this was only because his soulmate – he assumed it was his soulmate – was stressed out over something.

Huh, he huffed, stressing out at 2am? They were definitely soulmates then.

The thought brought a wry smile to his face, but that was immediately ruined by Virgil seeing light seep through the cracks in his blinds. Surely it wasn’t morning already? He checked the time yet again – nope, still two o’clock.

He sighed and sat up. It wasn’t like he was going to get any sleep anyway, so maybe getting abducted by aliens or kidnapped by burglars would make his night actually interesting.

Instead, when he pulled up his blinds and peeked out, he saw Logan hunched over his desk with his light on. He couldn’t figure out if he was relieved or disappointed.

On one hand, he wasn’t going to die, and on the other, he was always up for dying.

He was far too tired to be anxious, so without a second thought, he climbed out onto the roof and made his way over. When he knocked, Logan startled in his seat, making Virgil smirk. Recomposing himself and adjusting his glasses askew position on his face, Logan opened the window.

“Good evening, Virgil,” he greeted, stifling a yawn.

Virgil smirked when he saw the tie hanging loosely around his neck and the mess his hair was. It seemed Mr Perfect wasn’t perfect after all. When he took this in, he realised that there was no way this guy would have laughed at him earlier that day (yesterday, now).

“Try morning.” Logan stepped aside and Virgil hopped in. “Dude, it’s like 2am. Why are you even awake?”

“Why are you?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Don’t avoid my question.”

Logan stared for a moment, calculating, before he slumped against a wall and sighed. “I’m studying.”

Virgil snorted. “Like studying is going to do you any good at this time of night. I’m surprised you can even keep your eyes open long enough to focus on anything.”

“I can’t, that’s the issue. You don’t seem tired though.”

“I’m used to it,” Virge shrugged, then plonked himself down onto Logan’s bed. The owner of said bed frowned at him, and Virgil briefly felt concern flicker through him, but shrugged it off.

“Anyway,” Logan said, snapping out of his trance, “What were you here for?”

“Aliens, mostly, but then I figured you might be more interesting than you look. Mr Sanders’ new favourite pet staying up late? Woah, you must have some kind of secret life where you actually take risks. The next thing I know you’re actually going to go out onto the roof between us.”

“The roof is highly dangerous so I doubt I will. Also, I assure you that I do not lead a secret life.”

“That’s exactly the kind of thing someone leading a secret life would say.”

Logan tilted his head at Virge. “...Okay,” he murmured finally, before he let himself smile at the antics of his neighbour.

Virgil broke out into his own grin, and soon, under the influence of a lack of sleep, they laughed together, not stopping until their guts ache. For the first time in forever, there were no conflicting emotions in Virgil, just sheer happiness.

It came to an unspoken agreement that they would share a bed tonight, as Virgil was obviously far too tired to safely walk back and Logan… well, he’d come up with his excuse in the morning. He grabbed his one and only hoodie and handed it to Virge, who had been hugging his arms tight to his body.

“I noticed you seem more comfortable with yours, but since it's all the way in your room, I figured you could use mine. Unless you didn’t want to, which I understand. In fact, I’m sorry for overstepping my boundaries, just forget it-”

Virgil snatched it out of his hands before it could be pulled away. Blushing, he put it in, claiming he was cold. Logan relaxed and, without any more thought, got into bed. Although they were comfortable, each kept to their own sides as to not accidentally annoy one another, with Virgil on the very edge of his side. They fell asleep quickly after that.

Beep!

The incessant blaring of an alarm aroused Virgil from his slumber. He was vaguely aware of an ache somewhere, but couldn’t be bothered opening his eyes.

Until Logan spoke. “Good morning, Virge.”

He blinked awake. “Logan? Why are you upside down?” He muttered, before letting his head drop, which consequently made the rest of his precariously balanced body topple over the edge of the bed.

As soon as he stopped groaning, a hand grabbed his own and hauled up so he was face-to-face with a somehow fully dressed and laughing Logan.

“You know, if you continue your habit of collapsing, you’re better off wearing a helmet.”

Virgil scowled. “Fuck you.” He rubbed his head, trying to assess the damage, and saw Logan mimicking his actions. Virge raised an eyebrow. “Morning headache?”

Logan bit his lip, eyes glazed over as he stared off into space. Virgil clicked his fingers in front of his face until he looked up. “I said, do you have a morning headache? Because if so, I’ve got some painkillers in my room, since I get headaches a lot-”

“No, it’s fine. Besides, you should probably get moving if you don’t want to be late for school.”

“Fuck.” He went over to the window, but before he stuffed himself into it, he turned to Logan. “I’m sorry for invading your space and all that last night, I don’t know what came over me-”

“Don’t worry, it was fun,” Logan cut him off.

“What?” He asked, incredulous.

Logan looked him in the eye. “It really was. I don’t think I would have gotten much study done anyway, and you helped me relax. So thank you.”

Virgil coughed and averted his gaze. “No problem,” he murmured as he slipped away.

Logan watched him go, wondering when he would realise that he was still wearing Logan’s hoodie. Oh well, it wasn’t like he was ever going to wear it. Might as well put it to good use.

“Are you okay, Virgil? You haven’t complained about Logan once this call and I’m starting to fear for your sanity.”

“You? Caring about me? Jeez, someone alert the news, the world must be ending if Roman cares.”

“It’s not caring, it’s me not wanting to witness you finally snapping and killing someone!” He defended.

“Now, kiddos, let’s not fight each other-”

“I’m older than you,” Roman interjected.

“I’m…” Virgil paused, before realising he was the youngest of the lot. “Fuck.”

“Nice to meet you f-”

“I swear to fucking god, if you swear and make a bad joke, I will murder someone because there is no way this is my reality.”

Roman was quick to clamp his hand over Patton’s mouth. “Anywho, seriously though, why haven’t you been ranting about Logan? Did he do something?”

Patton nodded as best as he could. Through Roman’s hand, he managed a muffled sentence. “Yeah, did he?”

Virgil shrugged and faced away from the screen, mumbling into his hand. “Maybe he isn’t as bad as I originally thought.”

“What was that, Virge?” Patton asked, finally free of his restraint, while Roman wiped his hand free of Patton’s spit on the seat in disgust.

“I said, maybe he isn’t as bad as I originally thought!” Virgil near-yelled.

The two soulmates exchanged glances, then turned back to him. Patton wiggled his eyebrows while Roman recited Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18.

Virge let his head flop to the desk and suffered non-too silently while the two teased him. After a few minutes, he heard a knock at his window.

“Give me a sec, guys.”

He was more surprised to see Logan there then he should have been. Regardless, he opened his window and let Logan tumble in. Virgil snickered as he helped his friend up.

“Oh, how the tables have turned. Anyway, what are you doing here? I thought you said the roof was dangerous or something.”

Logan blushed. “Well, yes, it is highly dangerous if one were to fall, but it’s also the fastest way to get to you. Besides, if appropriate care is taken, then the risks are minimised. You seemed distressed and I was also finding myself missing your company.”

“Wow, I thought you were joking when you said he speaks like a textbook!” Roman yelled.

“Shut up!” Virgil hissed.

“I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?”

“No, it’s fine, I just wish some people would learn to shut their mouths.” Virgil sighed and decided it was now or never. He pulled Logan over to his computer and plonked him in the seat in front of it. “Logan, these two assholes are Patton and Roman.” As he said their name, each waved. “Patton used to live in your house and he’s been my friend since forever. Roman is his bastard soulmate that I’ve grown to not hate… as much.”

“Hey, you prick!”

“As you can see, we’re all very close,” Patton talked over Roman. Then he turned to Virgil. “So, this is the guy that’s taken over my room and friend?”

Logan was taken aback by the accusatory tone. “I, uh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything-”

“Knock it off, Pat,” Virgil scolded while Patton broke down into laughter.

“Oh, Virgil, he’s adorable! I can see why you’re obsessed with him now!”

“That’s not- Patton, shut the fuck up.”

He tsk-ed mockingly. “Language, Virge!”

“English,” Logan murmured, drawing the attention back to him.

“Logan using sarcasm?” Virge commented. “Wow, the world really must be ending today.”

“Most likely not today, however at the rate we’re going, humans will end up making this planet inhabitable, as we are a useless species seeming hell-bent on destroying ourselves.”

There was a beat, and then Roman, Virgil and Patton started laughing.

Logan frowned. “I don’t understand, what joke did I make?”

Virgil pat his shoulder. “It’s okay, Logan.”

...He was still very confused, but decided not to question it.

In the following months, they had begun to spend more and more time together. It was a common occurrence for one of their parents to come inside Logan’s bedroom and see Virgil wrapped in Logan’s hoodie or for them to spot Virgil subjecting Logan to fantasy movies against his will.

Currently, Virgil was lying on Logan’s bed, tossing the Rubik’s cube he snagged from his friend’s desk up and down while the other was hunched over his notebook writing down what Virge assumed to be ideas for their poetry project. He was half-heartedly suggesting themes when Logan turned to him.

“You just gave me the greatest idea – you’re a genius, Virge!” The sincere compliment made him drop the Rubik’s cube onto his face.

“Yep. As you can see, I’m the smartest of the smarts,” he drawled.

“I’m not joking.”

“You never do, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re an idiot to think that I’m intelligent.” Virgil let a coy smile play at his lips, but Logan didn’t seem to see the funny side.

“Virge.” The seriousness made him glance over. “You understand how language works to extract emotions for the hearts of an audience. I only understand the basic theory behind it, but I never know how to put it into use.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you know heaps of other stuff. English is just one thing I’m not shit at – and even then, that’s only poetry wise.”

Logan was silent for a moment. “...I don’t like it when you speak down on yourself like that.”

“Well, you gotta get used to it sometime,” Virgil snapped. He regretted it almost immediately, but there wasn’t a way he could take it back now. He just had to deal with the awkward silence.

Thankfully, Logan excused himself under the guise of getting them some water. As soon as the door closed softly behind him, Virgil figured he may as well try to make it up to him. He went over to his desk, intending to go over his notes and maybe start working on their poem which was supposed to have a theme of love – ugh, so cliché and general. Instead of whatever nerdy, poetry-related header he expected, he saw, in Logan’s same neat handwriting: “Hypothesis: Virgil is my soulmate.”

Under it are some dot points labelled “Evidence in Support of the Hypothesis” and, as Virgil flipped through a few pages, he realised it wasn’t just some. He was surprised at the sheer amount of writing on the pages and gulped when he got to the end. There was no “Evidence Against”.

He went back to the start, hands shaking. All this in what… six months? One thing stood out: the very first note that was only one word, much unlike the others which had an extraordinary amount of detail. “Bruises.” He paid no mind to the date beside it, and touched his arm, as if the bruise he had gained all those months ago was still there.

The memory of the odd worry that had overcome him the night after the incident was suddenly brought to the front of his mind. The window. Logan. Fuck. Was he his soulmate? The new information was too much too fast and Virgil let the book drop onto the desk, not caring nor seeing when it slid off onto the floor. His breath was coming in short gasps and fuck fuck fuck, he hadn’t had a panic attack in ages.

All the coping mechanisms he had ever learnt seemed to flee his mind and he was left breathless against the rough carpet (when did he fall?) of Logan’s room.

Logan, however, was rushing as fast he dared with two cups of water in his hand up the stairs. Something was wrong. He could feel it. He put one cup down when he got to the door so he’d actually be able to turn the handle, and it was lucky he did, because as soon as he entered to see Virgil pulling at his own hair, he dropped the other in an instant.

It was the first panic attack he had ever seen in real life and he tried to remember the methods various websites had suggested when he got curious. He spotted the notebook sprawled on the ground not too far from Virgil and realisation washed over him. He had caused this.

That doesn’t matter right now, his mind hissed. Help Virge. Logan gently shut the book and placed it on his desk and attempted to shove aside the steadily rising anxiety settled deep within him. “Virge, please,” he whispered, loud enough to be heard but not enough to scare him further. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your privacy like that. I knew it was probably the wrong thing to do but I couldn’t help it… and look what’ve done. Virgil, I need you to breathe with me. You can do that, I know you can.”

He began to exaggerate his breathing and slowly but surely edged closer. Virgil noticed and flung towards him, making Logan yelp, but he settled once he realised Virge just wanted – needed – something to ground him. He allowed his friend to clutch his shirt as they breathed in and out together and after a while, the panicked feeling started to subside. Logan grinned in relief and the back of his mind started murmuring about soulmates, but Virgil was more important than some stupid theory.

Logan rubbed his back as Virge sobbed into his shirt, assuring him that it was going to be alright and other sweet-nothings he wouldn’t usually promise. He had always made exceptions for Virgil. He encouraged him to keep breathing as he stood them up, supporting Virgil as they made their way over to the bed.

Shocking Logan, Virge didn’t let go once they were lying down. He was mostly silent and pliant now after having worn himself out, but he trusted Logan to take care of him.

As he was drifting off to sleep, he felt Logan press a kiss to his hair.

“I’ll always do my best to protect you,” Logan breathed, and Virgil found himself believing it.

The next morning, Virgil wasn’t in bed with him. For a second, Logan feared he screwed it all up, but then Virgil wandered back into his room yawning and wearing the hoodie Logan lent him. Logan watched him for a bit, before Virgil finally turned to face him.

“So,” he began, “we should probably talk about last night.”

And they do. Virgil told Logan that he wasn’t mad at all, and revealed that it wasn’t that he hated the idea of Logan being his soulmate, but it was just so unexpected and overwhelming. He also admitted to thinking he was unworthy, which Logan refuted immediately.

However, he could still sense Virgil’s underlying doubt. He chewed his lip and toyed with the idea, before deciding fuck it. “Can I kiss you?” He asked.

Virgil’s eyes widened and Logan almost took it back, but then he nodded. Taking a deep breath, he leant in and-

Everything just felt… right.

There were no cliché fireworks or sudden sparks of emotion, but it was more like they had clicked into place. Any trace of unease melted away as they pulled apart, and they both felt at peace.

And then they laughed, because everything seemed so obvious now. How could they not be soulmates?

“So, Virge,” Logan began, still grinning. “I believe the next step is to ask you to be my boyfriend.”

Virgil nodded, too overjoyed to say anything, but Logan already knew his answer.

A week after the kiss, Logan and Virgil were anxiously waiting for the Skype call to connect. Or, at least, Virgil was. Logan was debunking his anxious rambles with calm reasoning and a gentle hand rubbing his back.

“I can’t do this,” Virge muttered.

“I know you can,” Logan stated. Before Virgil could reply, Patton and Roman’s faces came into view.

Patton took one look at the scene before he leant back in his chair with his arms crossed. “Alright, what happened? Did you kill someone?”

“If you did, I’ll help you hide the body,” Roman offered.

“Virgil?”

The boy unfroze and took a deep breath. “I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” Patton frowned. “You sound serious. Are you okay? Did you actually kill someone?”

“What- no, not that. Everything’s fine, but um-”

“We have recently discovered that we’re soulmates,” Logan finished. Virgil shot him a grateful smile.

There was a moment of silence. Logan felt Virge’s anxiety steadily rising, so he squeezed his hand. Then Patton broke out into a huge smile.

“I called it! I mean, it was so obvious that you two loved each other from the bottom of your shoes – get it? Because the bottom of shoes are soles and you two are soulmates?”

The other three groaned in unison, but otherwise enjoyed each other’s company.

Virgil could get used to this.

A/N In other news, I still suck at endings. Now for the tag list (which I’ve been slacking off on):

@imin-loveanon @dan-yuna @thebaagelboy @velocifoxy @skylions-den @starlight-sanders @pippa-frost @prinxiety-logicality-ss @meginoi @tahneetalks @sanderscribbles @321angst @andy-the-anon @taki-random @gravitygallifreyfalls @idk-and-idc-and-idr @obviouslyelementary @inalandofmythandtimeofmagic @justaweirdowithspooks @cosmic-melodies @i-am-me-i-am-sam @tssanderssidestrash @pointless-blog-name @pretty-mr-sanders @sanders-sin @watch-me-introvert @analogicalityhell @just-a-slytherin-with-salt @thedemonsofmysoul @ibelily @marktaunisruiningmylife @iaminmultiplefandoms @cutie5780 @parrawyn @lovelylizzylady @leesacrakon @unconventional-blackgirl

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automaticthree-sixty · 7 years

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The Movie

There’s been a lot of hate for the Maximum Ride movie lately, but as a lifelong fan, I realized I should watch it anyways and give my own two cents. Here’s the thing: it was flawed, but for different reasons than I see people mentioning. Buckle up, it’s long, unedited, and highly opinionated.

We’ll start with the casting of the movie. “Max isn’t supposed to be blonde! Ella is too old! Fang is supposed to be mysterious!” Welp, I agree to an extent, but I remember specifically looking up these things when I was a young fanfic author trying to figure out this stuff. Max’s hair color changes depending on what book you’re reading; to an extent you can’t fault them for letting Allie Marie Evans keep her hair as it is. If you’re upset because having blonde hair means that Max can’t be a strong female lead, as blonde hair automatically makes her a stupid girly-girl, then you’ve got to reexamine your ideals. Ella’s age was never mentioned in the books. I think it was implied that Ella was younger than Max, but Max is mature for her age, so it skews the scale a little.

As for the ages of the actors and actresses in the movie, it was decided early in the process they all would be aged up. For one, Max says that all of them can pass as a few years older than they actually are in the books. Second, do you really want a five-year-old playing Angel? Really? Third, there are, like, child labor laws they had to work with. Aging up the characters gave them some more freedom (unless you wanted to wait another two years for the film).

I can agree that there wasn’t a lot of romantic chemistry between the Max and Fang characters (and that maybe the script didn’t call for it in the first movie? There didn’t seem to be much dialogue pushing the relationship, which was true to the book!), but I will argue that everybody seemed to work together as a Flock pretty well. Apparently the cast still hangs out sometimes. Check out their instagrams. It’s super cute.

As for costuming, ugh. I can see what they were going for, giving them sleeveless shirts for wing mobility and each of them sort of have their own style, but giving them all designer-ripped-jeans and that cool “hipster-punk” look is, um, off. To be fair, the first books were written in the 2000s, so maybe the new design was supposed to appeal to today’s perceived audience. I don’t know. And I supposed if the new wing anatomy lets them completely disappear (which I’m going to respect because it would be so hard to give them wings 24/7 on their money and time budget (and also those wings were kinda ugly and I didn’t want to see them more than I had to)) they wouldn’t need bulky clothes to hide them. And they were relatively safe in ‘The Nest’ (which I think is a cool name and I wish I could use it because ‘E-shaped House’ is a mouthful) so they wouldn’t need to worry as much about protecting their vital organs or anything, at least.

AND NOW FOR THE PLOT.

Let’s be honest, the first book had a tendency to drag things out, getting distracted with side plots that didn’t lead anywhere and adding fight scenes for the heck of it. And we love those adrenaline-rush-inducing bits, but it wouldn’t be realistic to try to fit all of that into an hour-and-a-half movie on a low budget. It would seem rushed and disjointed. So, they cut corners with the plot to make it follow-able for people coming to it without having previously read the books.

I wish they had done more with what action/fighting scenes they had. Maybe choreographed more or actually taught the actors and actresses basic martial arts. The ability to survive and fight is a huge part of the winged-bird-kids’ personalities and backstory, and if they had done more showing where they fought together as a team it would really help fill the relationship gaps they left when they cut other parts of the story.

I think the decision to have just Max and Fang leave together was because they didn’t want to have to create six pairs of wings. To be fair, that would probably be a mess. (And maybe they should have left out a lot more of the awkward CGI flying in favor of actual plot). But to make the crucial plot detail change work (convince the fans it was good) they needed to develop the idea more. The argument should have been more difficult, first of all. You just showed me that Nudge was trying to escape and Iggy was in charge of keeping the pantry stocked as a vital part of the Flock’s survival; Max needs a better excuse to leave them behind, and they should have fought harder. (I understand avoiding the “Yes, Iggy, it’s because you’re blind,” part of that argument to avoid offending any viewers, but without it the argument falls flat).

So the Flock separates. They show Iggy, Gazzy, and Nudge interacting in ‘The Nest,’ proving to me they are siblings who have lived in this house for years, right? Nah, they skip straight to Ari stalking them and beating them up. The writers sort of tried some dialogue between Max and Fang, but their book interactions don’t translate well to screen (they speak with their eyes and through actions. Fang’s a man of few words, especially in the beginning).

The flashbacks. Apparently some people hate them? I actually smiled with that first scene. Don’t tell me, reading the books for the first time (and before discovering fanfiction), that you didn’t beg some invisible JP deity for some scenes of the Flock in the School pre-escape. And especially for the commonly-alluded-to-but-oddly-elusive escape.

And I may have gasped when little Ari ran out the doors after Jeb.

I think they did a pretty decent job of the Ella/Dr. Martinez story. In my opinion they nailed Dr. M.

The way the Erasers finally caught the rest of the Flock was kind of lame. It’s supposed to the one of the high points of the story. I’m supposed to be sitting on the edge of my seat, biting my nails. And we get two minutes of writhing on the ground in pain. (The idea of a “bird-whistle” is actually cool, but I wish it wasn’t relied on so heavily). This just goes back to getting somebody to choreograph some fighting. It would have been awesome.

To be honest, from there on I didn’t pay as much attention. I got bored. I can say the Big Escape was almost anti-climatic. Sure, I didn’t think they were actually going to CGI a hundred birds to dive-bomb dozens of Erasers and whitecoats, but I was hoping they would cook up something more clever than Generic Escape #402. There was not sense of danger. There weren’t any stakes. Because the Flocks’ lives weren’t threatened, and there didn’t seem to be that many people chasing them, the action fell flat and felt superfluous. (AND THERE SHOULD BE WARNINGS FOR ANYBODY WITH EPILEPSY).

EVERYTHING ELSE

Okay, I’ll start out with saying I am, in no ways, a film expert. I can’t tell you whether the directing was good or bad, whether the lighting was optimal, or whether the cameras used were a good choice (is that a thing people criticize?).

I can tell you the editing was, at times, poor. Things that kill momentum: awkward black screens. Drawn-out scenes of Fang and Max flying over wilderness. Long POV shots of whitecoats peering at their patient. And, despite effort, Max running down that plastic-sheet-lined hallway while lights flash and the music incessantly plods on for four years.

The music didn’t help the story, either. I’m a bit of a nerd, so I listen for the soundtrack while a movie is playing. The music sets the mood. And the music was disappointing. There was nothing wrong with the tune necessarily, but it sounded canned. Like somebody used the ‘violin’ feature on an electric keyboard to make it. And it was used in places that would have benefitted from quiet (like when Max woke up in Ella’s room) and didn’t play (that I can remember) under long dialogue scenes that could have used a little emotional stimulation. And at times it seemed the wrong track was used. Why did they decide to make Jeb and Max’s conversation as emotionally intense as the escape?

And the script. Ah, the script. The thing that drives the characters, sets the tone, tells the story. It wasn’t all bad, but there was so much unnecessary exposition. Halfway through the movie, Fang reminds Max that they were raised with wings and had to fight to survive. Duh. Rule of thumb: if the dialogue has exposition, you don’t need narration. This movie gave us both.

And the characterization, to every fan’s chagrin, was wrong. While I appreciate that almost every character got to speak, (not Angel though?), what they said did not align with their canon character. Sure, Max is an overly-protective mother, but she wouldn’t seriously threaten anybody in her family. A sarcastic ‘turn your tail feathers ‘round or I’ll kick you into next week,’ but not ‘try to leave again and I’ll break every bone in your body.’ They never balanced out the kick-butt side of her with the loving side of her. All around, she was too serious.

Fang talked too much. It’s interesting they decided to explore the “Max and Fang have differing ideals” route before establishing “they are bffs.”

I like that they showed Iggy as an integral part of the Flock’s functioning (being in charge of the food), but his personality disappeared. And his interactions with Gazzy were sadly minimal.

Maybe because they aged up Nudge they tried to make her seem more like a stereotypical teenager? Something was lost in translation. Yes, Nudge is stubborn and most likely of the Flock to try to lead a ‘normal’ life, but she also has a personality. She didn’t talk enough. Quick fix: take Fang’s lines, give ‘em to Nudge. Her character could get away with too much exposition before a story. She has such an attitude in the movie, but the huffy teen kind instead of the fun sassy kind. Nudge is supposed to look up to Max, not despise her.

Gazzy was pretty cool. He made bombs, at least. Unfortunately, his character was never really developed much past that in the books so it’s at least an accurate portrayal.

Angel jumped the gun. She’s not supposed to be creepy and mysterious until a few more books have passed.

Tl;dr: The movie based on the somewhat-vague but well-loved books took itself too seriously, focusing on action scenes it couldn’t live up to.

#maximum ride #maximum ride movie #mine

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mirri-san · 7 years

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Tagged by @vimassa15

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with truths about you. At the end, choose (25) people to be tagged.

· *Last Drink: Water.

· *Last Time I Cried: I don’t remember. I’m emotionally dead. I got close while watching Mob Psycho 100 the other day that’s some good shit.

· *Last Phone Call: My phone says I called myself. Which is dumb. I’m gonna say it was @papertigersblog to tell her I was gonna be late like usual lets be honest.

· *Last Text Message: My sister. Quote: “How the heck would I know that’s what ur talking about?” It was a weird conversation.

· *Last Song You Listened To: Life- Rap Monster (sue me it’s a good song)

HAVE YOU EVER

· Dated someone twice: Yes

· Been cheated on: Probably idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

· Lost someone special: Define ‘lost’

· Been drunk and thrown up: I don’t drink #pure

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU

· *Made a new friend: So many lmao I love people

· Fallen out of love: Nope

· *Laughed until you cried: Yeah my dudes. Laughing is fun.

· Met someone who changed you: I change all the time so probably?

· Found out who your true friends are: It’s amazing how, even if you haven’t talked for weeks and weeks, sometimes years, my friends and I will always someone find out way back to one another. It’s hard to keep track of many friend groups, but worth it. Did I answer the question? No I didn’t.

· Found out someone was talking about you: People are always talking about me lol

GENERAL

· How many people on tumblr do you know in real life: Psh I dunno not many.

· Any pets: Black kitty, orange kitty, stinky dog.

· Do you want to change your name: I used to want to, but Millicent is unique and now it’s something I'm very proud of.

· *What time did you wake up this morning: Well I woke up and did this straight away lol so about 6:30. Blame my body clock.

· *What did you do last night: I started a Series of Unfortunate Events on Netflix been so hyped for so long!

· *Name something you cannot wait for: if bts will finally announce the Australia part of their WINGS tour so I can book my plane tickets lol. Also going to university next year and properly being able to hang out with @bukiyona rather than over kkt and skype.

· Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Ah probably? I vaguely remember a Tom. Unless you mean Tom as in period reference in which case yes, yes I have.

· What’s getting on your nerves right now: I have work tonight and I don’t wanna.

· Blood type: A+ no wait that’s my grades………

· *Nicknames: Milli, Mim, Mimma, Micchan, Miri, Hoe, Bitch, Fart, Butthole (my brother is like 11 ok)

· Relationship Status: Single fuck yeaaaaaah

· Zodiac sign: Gemini

· Pronouns: She/her

· Fav TV show: um it changes like every minute.

· High school: NO MORE

· College: (soon)

· Hair color: It’s like fire. Dark red on the top, fading out to light orange at the bottom. I’m very proud of it.

· Short or long: I guess… it’s kinda long now huh. I’ve been growing it for like five years so.

· Do you have a crush on someone: Yes..

· What do you like most about yourself: I’m super chill. I don’t get angry that much and I get along with (most) people. Also my eyebrows are perfect without me trying.

· Tattoos: Not old enough yet but I have so many planned.

· Righty or lefty: Righty but work is slowly making me ambidextrous.

FIRSTS

· Surgery: I had to get the tendons cut in my feet bc of my dancing rip.

· Piercing: My ears, but I’ve got plans for more.

· First best friend: My first best friend doesn’t have tumblr. I mean, she probably does, but I haven’t followed her. We used to play together in Prep and we watched Avatar the Last Airbender together. I’m excited for when I can see her again hopefully soon.

· First sport you joined: Ballet and I was freaking good at it.

· Vacation: Never been overseas but I usually head to Tasmania every couple of years to see family.

· Pair of sneaker: my dudes you expect me to remember that?

RIGHT NOW

· *Eating: Uhhhh just woke up, so nothing yet.

· *Drinking: Water

· *I’m about to: Hopefully go to the gym if I can wake my dad up to take me.

· *Listening to: Music. Just, like, chill music.

· Waiting for: When I can meet our lord and saviour Kim Namjoon.

· Want kids: Yeah but only when I’m with someone I love and who will take care of them with me bc they’re cute but also annoying af and I’ll need help.

· Get married: I mean I’d love to. My sister and I have a deal that we have to go on Say Yes to the Dress together bc we love the drama.

· Career: I have so many I’d love to be. Looks like I'm just gonna have to do all of them.

WHICH IS BETTER

· Lips or eyes: Eyes

· Taller or shorter: As a shorty, I’m gonna say taller.

· Older or younger: Older

· Romantic or spontaneous: Romantic

· Sensitive or loud: loud

· Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER

· Lost glasses or contacts: Yesssssss worst thing of my LIFE

· Broken someone’s heart: Yes. And I know full well.

· Been arrested: Nearly.

· Turned someone down: Yes

· Cried when someone died: No. Like I said. Emotionally dead.

· Fallen for a friend: Yeah awkward lol

DO YOU BELIEVE

· In yourself: mostly. I'm pretty amazing.

· Miracles: Yes

· Love at first sight: Yes

· Heaven: Not specifically, but I believe in something after death.

· Santa Claus: I’d like to.

List 10 favorite characters/biases (one per series/fandom):

1. Rap Monster (BTS)

2. Juvia Lockser (Fairy Tail)

3. Rio Nakamura (Assassination Classroom)

4. Nico di Angelo (Rick Riordan) (he is basically his own fandom at this point)

5. Klavier Gaven (Ace Attorney)

6. Prompto Argentum (FFXV)

7. H2O Delirious (Banana Bus Squad)

8. Henry Cheng (The Raven Cycle)

9. Hanji Zoe (Attack on Titan)

10. Yukine (Noragami)

(these were not in order lord help me that was hard)

*MY TRUTHS

· I find it really hard to finish things. I’ve got an entire album’s worth of songs that I’ve started but never finished, and an entire library’s worth of book ideas waiting to be written. I need an end goal and a deadline to finish anything rip.

· I’m so so so so so pale. I live in one of the sunniest places in the world and I can’t tan. Oh well. Less skin cancer I suppose.

· My family owns so many books. Like, so many. Every room has a bookshelf, and we have a dedicated library. I’ve never run out of things to read.

· I won the Dux award in primary school, and they gave me a dictionary. I’m still salty.

· I’m currently learning Korean and Japanese simultaneously. I keep getting the words mixed up lol.

· As a writer, I’ve googled some fucked up shit for references. I once looked up how to make a bomb when I was writing a story about terrorists and I’m pretty sure the FBI is monitoring my computer lol.

· I’m not a delusional fangirl but…. I mean, I’m pretty sure Kim Namjoon and I are one day gonna get married. It’s fate.

· My friends and I used to roleplay on facebook and we look back now and cringe but honestly those were some of the happiest times for me. I don’t care what anyone says. It was fun.

· I’m a really, really bad speller. Sometimes the spell checker on my computer just stops working and I’m completely lost.

@vimassa15 tagged almost all our mutuals in her’s sooooo I’m struggling. @doveloves @youshouldgoogleit @goyuoi1 that’s all I got good luck~~

#personal #jfc this took forever #long post

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7deadlycinderellas · 7 years

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Deals with dragons, ch8

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When the fairies promised to equip them, it turns out they were not kidding.

Emma leaves the necklace with them, and Flora disillusions them. As long as they were on land touched by sleep spell, they would not be noticed by man or beast. Their canteens will never empty, their blankets never tear.

“Here,” Merryweather says, tucking back Snow White’s dagger into a soft leather holster, “The metal of the blade will not break or dull”.

Aurora presents Lily with a wooden shield that she can barely carry until they help strap it to her back.

“This is the shield of virtue. It was given to Philip by these three when he ventured into Maleficent’s spell years ago. The sword of truth unfortunately, has been lost to the years, though it doesn’t seem to have done it’s job permanently anyway.”

The three wash and mend their clothes and enchant them with layers to keep them warm, as Fauna points out, autumn is upon them, and by the time they reach the isles of the keilt, winter may be as well.

This, had been their one caveat. Flora had said she had never managed to properly disillusion a horse, so Emma and Lily must proceed in their journey on foot.

The maps they can provide will be invaluable, but the journey will still be long and difficult, and Flora warns that once they reach the land of the fae her disguises will be useless. She warns them to take their time in the towns and villages on the isles, to learn the customs and rules.

And then they boot them out of the cottage and send them on their way.

The walk out of Aurora’s kingdom is peaceful. Emma relishes the sunshine, and the bird song and the small animals scurring around. When they reach the border, it all disappears.

The enchanted dagger makes cuts in the vines just big enough to pass through. And Emma’s surprised to find that they were not truly as thick as they seemed when they were fleeing.

“The vines are more of a mark than an obstacle. Mom never would expect anyone to walk onto land she had cursed, she just wanted everyone to know she had done it. What part of the country are we in?”

“Aunt Abigail and Uncle Frederick’s. I’ve been here a few times, but there’s not a lot to the land. No giant mountains, or impossibly fast rivers. There are a lot of dairy farms though.”

The flooding rains over the land have thinned, to occasional showers. The wind is still constant and bone chilling, and the clouds never cease.

When the day carries on, the subject of dinner comes up.

“The spell puts most of the land into a kind of stasis. Food should still be edible. And thanks to Flora, no one should notice what we take”.

They find a small cottage, and slip quietly through the door.

Emma finds bread on the counter and freshly made cheese still in its press. Lily finds the cellar and brings up some turnips and sausages. Emma slices them together and they have sandwiches.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to feel right just walking into these people’s houses and eating their food.” Emma says, licking the last bit of cheese off her fingers.

“This is one meal’s worth. There’s plenty of royals out there who think far less of taking from their subjects every day”.

Emma laughs.

“Joanna- she was my nanny when I was little- said my mother had a bit of a stuck up brat phase as a child that she’s super ashamed of. That’s why I went to school to learn to read and write in the village with the other children, the tutors only came when I was older and had to learn more than common children did. It’s why her and father always took me when they traveled, so I could meet the people we ruled. Dad was born a shepherd, so we never forgot it.”

The cottage has two small bedrooms. Children must live here, and Emma wonders why they aren’t here, felled by the curse. Were they playing in the woods? Doing chores? In the village? Where were they when they fell into a cursed sleep?

They’ve cleaned up and are preparing to leave the next morning when something occurs to Emma.

“Did your mother even mention any side effects of the sleep spells? I remember when I was younger, mom used to mention dreams she would have. Dreams of rooms full of fire that would come every night after dad woke her up, and that sometimes she would see other people there.”

Lily shakes her head.

“I’m not even sure if it’s the same spell. Big spells are really personal, really heavily linked to the user who casts it. We can’t say for sure if mom’s spell has anything in common with your queen’s.”

“What has she told you about it?”

“She always talked about the one’s on Aurora’s kingdom as revenge. Big showy revenge, kind of her thing I guess. But like I told the other fairies, I don’t think that’s what this is about.”

“What do you think is then?”

Lily chews her lip in thought, and doesn’t answer for some time.

“My guess? There’s something she’s looking for, and she doesn’t know where it is. The spell would let her turn every kingdom over and shake it without any resistance.”

More days pass, more sleeping in random cottages, barns, inns. Most of them aren’t empty. Though the vines wrap around buildings making them look as though they have been abandoned for years, the people inside look almost peaceful. It doesn’t make trying to sleep near them any more comfortable. They get used to floors and hay lofts.

They find people in all sorts of positions. Doing chores. Playing. Eating a meal. On one memorable occasion, they find a couple in bed (they both fled the room red faced). It really as though a regular day just stopped.

Honestly, getting to stroll through the country with Lily, showing her the towns and forests and little hidden places would be fun. It would be nice, to get to do something like this just because they could, so she could show her the world that she had never gotten to see, were it not done under the weight of the curse.

When they reach the edge where Aunt Abigail’s kingdom ends and theirs begins, Emma begs Lily to take a rest with her at the lake. The lake is less than a day from where her Godmother Red lived in the forest, and they used to come here in late summer, as a kind of retreat, during the height of the corn moon. They would have been come and gone this year, if this hadn’t have happened.

It’s true that she wants to rest, but there is a real motive.

“When we get to Camelot” she says, “We’re going to have to get ourselves across, you won’t be able to fly us, and there’s not going to be anyone awake to ferry us.”

She pulls down the wooden kayak from one of the racks at the shorehouse.

“And so, we see if I remember how to row”.

The answer is only sort of, but the day gives her a little more practice. The months before this have increased the strength of her arms, and the strength it takes to pull the oars is not near as much as she remembers.

She tries to teach Lily, but it turns out to be harder than she thought.

“I’m not used to having to be strong in my human form” she says, rubbing her arms after another loop around the lake.

“Is it strange?” Emma asks, taking back the oars, “Not being able to be a dragon at all?”

“It’s like...imagine you’re going to do something that you would usually use both hands for...only to find that one of them is tied behind your back. It’s like a reflex sometimes.”

But she manages to give her a rudimentary lesson on rowing, all the same.

When the gray sky starts to turn darker, they leave the lake and camp a little ways into the wood.

The next day, they pass Red’s cabin.

Emma realizes she must be staring when Lily asks, “Do you want to stop here too?”

She shakes her head. “I know she’s not home, sleeping or awake. Her grandmother died a few years back, and then she met a girl over the rainbow. She’s only in this world occasionally now”.

Emma glances in the garden beds behind the little house. What used to be lovingly tended tomato plants and sprawling strawberry patches are now alternatively overgrown and starved from the lack of sunlight.

“Everything planted in spring is going to die” Emma realizes, “Even if they're in statis, the growing and harvest seasons will be lost”.

“When the spell is lifted, it should all go back to normal. Aurora’s kingdom wasn’t damaged at all by either spell. Those year’s harvests were lost, but the land abides.”

“How long has it even been? I remember we left the night of the strawberry moon, but I’ve completely lost track”.

“The harvest moon was last night” Lily says, confidently.

Emma stares at her.

“Are you sure?”

Lily nods. “I can still see the moon and stars through the sky at night. I don’t know if my eyes are just more suited to it or what, but I can still use the sky to navigate and keep time”.

“The harvest moon...that means it’s autumn. I’ll be sixteen in two weeks. It’s been months since I’ve been home….”

It takes three more weeks on foot until they reach the end of the kingdom, and into the next before Camelot.

They should have reached Camelot before winter no problem. But as soon as they cross the northeast border, Emma develops a cough.

She hides it for days, as it gets worse. She can feel Lily’s eyes on her, but she ignores it.

Then the day comes when they have to cross a difficult river. The rope bridge is rickety, and Emma’s chest and throat burn with every step against the wind. The cough has gotten worse, and Emma has started to feel woozy that day. She steps hard on one of the last rungs and goes into the water. The world goes dark.

The next thing Emma knows, she’s woken up on the floor of a cave. She’s been stripped to the skin, and wrapped in every blanket they had. There’s a fire lit by her, and she looks and seems Lily sitting at the mouth of the cave. She starts to sit up, and can’t stifle a cough.

“Save your breath. We’re not leaving until you’re better. I can’t believe you let it get this bad”.

“I didn’t want to slow us down”. She notices that Lily’s staring out into the gray.

“What are you looking at?”

“I had to transform to pull you out of the water”.

That makes her shoot straight up.

“What?”

“Only for a few minutes. But I’ve been seeing mom’s minions in the sky since then. One of them saw me”.

“But as long as you stay human…”

“But now she knows I’m here. And I guess she cares”.

Lily shuts her eyes.

She’d transformed to rescue her, Emma realizes, knowing that she was the one being put in danger by it. She remembers Fauna’s words. Honor indeed.

When Lily opens her eyes again, they look wild. She turns, and runs to embrace Emma where she sits, pressing her face into her shoulder.

“Jesus you scared me Emma. If you’d...I’d have been alone again. More than I’ve been before”.

Her arms squeeze tight, and Emma lets her face rest, Lily’s hair tickling her nose. She breathes her in. There’s a warmth in her gut, different than the fire in her chest. Tonight, she can indulge it.

#once upon a time #swan flower #runaway swan #lily swan #emma x lily #fic

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