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multifariousqueer · 11 months

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Miles cheating fic pt.2

Request: Ok here’s my request and it’s not smut so don’t worry lol.

What if like Yn tried sneaking into Mike’s room with some good news or smth and she catches him doing the deed with another girl so she decides to leave and then he’s blowing up her phone but she cuts him off. Idk just angst angst and more angst lol

A/n: AHHHH ENJOY Y’ALL. I wanted to make this story a bit different so lmk if you like it❤️

Warnings: cheating, toxicity, mentions of alcohol and knives, Miles being annoying, lmk if I missed one

“no” you said simply, running to the kitchen to grab a knife to get Thomas down and to defend yourself against Miles

“Listen, I’m so sorry and I know that doesn’t change anything” he started

“no it doesn’t. Listen, I’m giving you three minutes to get the hell out of my home. What is wrong with you, seriously? Have you been stalking me?” you asked rhetorically because you knew Miles had been

Miles would stalk you all the time, mostly for safety and to make sure you were happy but ever since the breakup, he had been stalking you to see where you would be and to see when he could quietly slip into your life again. When he realized you were 1000% done with him and had a new boyfriend, he realized it was now or never and he was already out on patrol. You had been packing stuff up and getting ready to leave and Miles would quietly watch you through your window and sometimes, when you weren’t home, he would come into your apartment and walk around taking in the very essence of you that he missed so dearly.

You had consumed Miles’ thoughts and dreams and he knew he couldn’t just let you leave without saying goodbye, right? Even though he got into your dream school and had every intention of going so he could stalk you more and make sure you were still safe(and available).

“Hermosa, I love you way more than this guy and I mean, he couldn’t even fight back so what does that tell you about him?” Miles chuckled dryly

“I DON’T CARE! GET OUT BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE” you shouted, waving your knife at Miles as he walked over to you

“Call them, I’d love to say hi to my dad. And stalking is a bit of a stretch, more like watching you from afar” he said

“that’s stalking cabròn”you said

“I never thought you’d call me that. I gotta say, it hurts” he said, putting a hand on his chest

“What do you want?” you asked, already knowing

“you, mami. I miss you so much and I haven’t been the same since you” Miles confessed

“Where’s your blanca? I thought you were happier with her” you said, tears in your eyes and Miles was hovering above your face

“She wasn’t you and she’ll never be you, y/n. I love you and only you and if I could go back in time and fix it, I would in a heartbeat.” he said

“hm. Well I’ve moved on and I have a boyfriend and I got into (your dream school) so I guess we won’t see each other anyways” you said

“Oh wow! This is a wonderful time to mention that I got in there too!” he smiled brightly, disregarding the boyfriend thing

You wanted to sob right there. Miles was a bit of a better student than you and he could get into your dream school without even trying and that’s what pissed you off. You had to struggle while Miles got off Scott free and still got to be Spider-Man. On top of that, the feeling that you would never get rid of Miles, no matter how much you tried ate away at you in that moment.

“You’re lying” you said, knowing it was true

Miles pulled out the letter and smirked at you

“see you there mami. And as for your cabron, that isn’t going away for another 6 hours, that’s your formula” Miles said, walking past you to your window

You had designed some web fluid for Miles and you weren’t shocked he was still using it, I mean you are a fantastic engineer when it comes to Spider-Man stuff.

You walked over to Thomas and he made a joke:

“I should’ve just went home” you both chuckled

You had hugged your parents goodbye as they left you alone in your dorm. You had dreamed of this moment since you were eleven and now that it was happening, it brought tears to your eyes. You met your roommate and went to greet some of your classmates.

When Monday came, you sat next to a cool girl and made conversation:

“I love your bag, Marc Jacobs?” you asked

“yeah, your shoes are so cute.” she said

“Thanks. I’m Y/n” you said, holding out your hand

“I’m Mia” she said shaking your hand

You two spoke a bit more before someone interrupted your conversation:

“Is this seat taken?” you immediately recognized the voice and placed it as Miles’

“oh no!” Mia spoke

He put his books down and gave you a smug look. You scoffed and class had started.

The class was relatively easy since it was one most people were required to take, its just nothing was ever easy when Miles was there. He kept proposing study dates or just hangouts and you always declined but he asked in front of your new friends this time so you couldn’t just say no without them thinking something was wrong. So, you accepted and offered for your other friends to come which they happily accepted. Miles let out a bit of a sigh and gave you an expressionless look but you could tell he wasn’t thrilled

Eventually, he became apart of your group because he was nerdy and cute so people really liked him. He kept trying to get you alone with you to talk but you never allowed it, instead you surrounded yourself with people and made sure to lock your windows. Whenever your roommate questioned it, you would say:

“I don’t want any spiders to get in”

She would always agree and y’all would go back to doing what you were previously doing

Y’all got invited to a party and you all met up at your dorm. Most of y’all crowding around your sink and doing your makeup while the guys sat on your bed and read some of your books and looked at their phones.

When you emerged from the bathroom in your dress and makeup, Miles gave you a slacked jawed look and his eyes lit up. You walked over to him in your heels and closed his mouth for him before walking out the door

The rest of the girls got ready and y’all left your dorm and took some alcohol with incase it wasn’t good at the party

All eyes appeared on you when you walked in, your girls leading you to the dancefloor where they danced on you and you danced back. You felt a sense of Euphoria and ecstasy as you swayed to the music with a red solo cup in your hand as you smiled. Most of your group split up and it was just you and Mia dancing together. You went to fill your cup when you saw Miles already there

“hey, y/n” he said

“oh hey” you smiled, being friendly and a bit jaded

“you enjoying this?” giving you a “really?” look

“mmm yeah. Well I gotta go, I hear my song” you said, rushing back to the dance floor and twerking on your friend

Miles had a bit of a somber expression until a girl started talking to him and asked him to dance with her. At first, he was gonna reject but he saw how happy you were and he decided to try to make you jealous.

She twerked on Miles and he didn’t know what to do at first until he got in his groove. He still watched you intently until the girl came up and grabbed him before turning around and trying to kiss him. She kissed him and he reciprocated, pretending it was you.

You saw this from across the room and you decided to have some fun. You walked over to them and whispered in the girl’s ear:

“careful, he might cheat on you”

Miles decided he had enough and grabbed you by the arm, dragging you outside, you remembered how strong he was and you knew this was gonna leave a bruise

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” he asked

“just tryna make sure she dodges a bullet” you smirked, almost laughing

“Are you drunk?” he asked

“no, im just done with your shit” you said before trying to walk away but he cursed at you

“Ven aqui, mami”

“I’m not your mami, i’m not your hermosa, i’m not yours, miles.” you said, sternly

“Haven’t I apologized enough? Can we just kiss or fuck and make up? I’m sorry, I still love you and I’m willing to do anything to fix us” he pleaded, sensing your sudden sobriety

“There is no more us Miles. I told you from jump that cheating was the one thing I couldn’t forgive. Let me go before someone sees us.” you said

He let you go as you strutted back in the party and went back to dancing, knowing you weren’t going back.

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tiny-maus-boots · 1 year

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Down South pt 2

Chloe

"Quick get him on the table."

Chloe tossed a sheet over the wooden trestle table they usually shared meals together at. Guillome was pale and listless from pain and blood loss and she wasn't entirely sure she could help him. Beca and Stacie wrangled the tall man onto the table and backed away so she could work.

"Guillome? Can you hear me?"

His eyes were closed but she could tell he was on the cusp of awareness. Chloe gave him a few sharp slaps until he roused enough to blink blearily at her.

"Hey there fella. You've been beat to hell it looks like."

He gave a weak nod of understanding and she gave him a tight lipped smile. Chloe turned to ask that one of the girls bring in water but Aubrey was already at her side with a full bucket and a basin.

"Thanks, love."

While the blonde filled the basin for her she took the time to take a pair of shears to Mr. Beauchamp's best pressed shirt. He must have been visiting Kat. Another thought that weighed heavily on her mind.

If he was here in this state, what must the people of the town be suffering? Kat wouldn’t leave her cantina no matter who blew into town. She had run once but since coming to Mexico, Kat had dug her heels in firmly with no intent to ever leave or be run off again. Chloe shook her head and focused on the task before her. The cool well water felt good on her hands as she rinsed them off.

"I'm going to need help. Beca, Stacie, hold him steady. This is gonna hurt something awful."

There was a lot of work to be done and she didn't like the way the bones of his forearm had broken through the skin. Chloe took a deep steadying breath and set herself to the business of fixing their friend and Kat's sometimes paramour.

"Think he'll be able to tell us something?"

Chloe shook her head at Stacie’s question as she carefully pulled and rotated the bones back in place with a grinding crunch. He'd be damn lucky if it healed at all let alone good as it was. Guillome screamed in pain and writhed against their strong grip until he slumped back against the table, out cold. She shook her head again unsure if he would be able to tell them much of anything. It would be better if he rested.

"I think we already know enough, Stace. If they aren't on our land already they soon will be."

They all stopped to look at Beca who shrugged and looked down at the barely conscious man on their table. Her words caused a stone to plummet to Chloe’s guts.

"They beat him bad. Real bad. But someone put him on that horse. A horse with a brand I don’t recognize. Looks like two crooked letters in a star, except one of them is backward. It looks fresh too”

Silver Star Ranch. Chloe felt the world shift uncomfortably. That was impossible. She raised shadow filled eyes to the blonde and swallowed hard. It couldn’t be. Beca was mistaken.

Aubrey set the basin down on the edge of the table and silently walked to the corner to pick up her rifle. She alone understood Chloe’s sudden fear. Stacie started to follow her up the stairs to the bedrooms but Aubrey stopped her with a hand gently cupped to the taller woman's face.

"I'm just going up to have a look. If they're coming I want to know from what direction."

"You gonna be okay up there alone?"

Aubrey smiled sweetly and leaned forward to kiss Stacie with as much softness as she held her face. Chloe tore her eyes from the pair to give them some privacy while she worked. She couldn't blame Stacie's trepidation. It was hard for any of them to let the blonde out of their sights. Those long days of worrying if Aubrey would heal whole or not had scarred and haunted them all.

"It's trespassers that gotta worry, Stace. I'll put a hole in them long before they see me."

Beca didn't even try to hide the darkly amused smile at the thought. Chloe was absolutely sure the tiny woman was itching for a fight. None of them wanted to give up the peace they had found here in the home they were building together. But neither had they been so foolish as to believe they would never need to ride into danger again.

"Hey Cowgirl, how about you go grab those blankets of ours and dunk them in the trough outside in case they get the smart idea to try and burn us out?"

"Beautiful and brilliant."

She gave Beca a wink as the shorter woman sped off and waved Stacie over to help. Chloe was just as eager to strap on her rig to help defend their home but she wouldn’t do it until their friend was as stable as they could get him. Stacie worked quickly to clean up the blood still oozing from several open wounds while Chloe worked to clear and close as many as she could. She never imagined all those years of having to stitch up her brothers before their mother saw them all banged up after one brawl or another would be so handy now.

“Who do you think did this, Chlo?”

That was hard to say. It wouldn’t be the Army, not this far south. Might be banditos, they had a couple of nomadic gangs in the area. Mostly horse rustlers with a healthy respect for the town. Or at least respect enough not to cause too much grief for anyone but Kat when they got a little too drunk at her cantina. No, this felt a little bit heavier than that. Guillome was hurt in a way that was meant to make a statement. Not a dust up over a spilled drink and a pretty girl.

“If I have to guess? Bounty hunters."

Or worse. Pinkertons. She didn't have to say it. Just the thought of them brought a tingle of fear to the room. Pinkerton men were brutal and vicious. They weren't just law men, they were worse. They were true believers.

Not in God of course. But in the power of man. The power a man had granted them to do unspeakable things to ensure order in the chaos of a wild and growing country. They would do anything in any way they could to achieve what they believed was for the greater good.

Including rousting a family of emigrant Irish farmers from their beds in the middle of the night and burning their ranch to the ground to make way for the train and progress of the people. She would never forget the fear and despair of that night. That was the night she had decided the law no longer applied to her. And she had been spitting in its eye ever since.

For just a moment she heard the roar of fire consuming the walls around her and felt the heat of flames licking at her skin as her eldest brother, Cole, pitched her right through the bedroom window into mama's garden below. It wasn’t the softest landing but it had saved her life.

Chloe shook off the thought and snipped the end of her thread savagely with her shears. If Pinks were here they were in big trouble. It meant they weren't bringing the girls back for trial.

"Riders. Half broke off from the pack to go around back. A dozen in total."

Beca burst through the front door dragging wet blankets and all the linens they had. She frowned and dropped them in a pile by the door at hearing Aubrey's news from the top of the stairs.

"That hardly seems fair. Only twelve of them for all four of us.” Beca made a stink face and kicked at the pile with a leather moccasin clad foot. “I thought we were actually gonna have a scuffle. Aubrey’s gonna have them so full of holes before they get here I won’t even get to play.”

“I’ll save you a few, Bec.”

Chloe chuckled as Beca’s expression went from cloudy to bright as she ran to the foot of the stairs and shouted back up.

“I could kiss you for that, Aubrey Posen.”

There was only a quietly amused grunt from above. Stacie shook her head with a smile and dumped the bloodied water out the back door. She gave the basin a rinse and refilled it so Chloe could clean her hands before touching anything else. Beca bumped her shoulder lightly with her own and surveyed Chloe’s work.

“We’re gonna have to stash him somewhere.”

“We’re not gonna have time to get him upstairs before they get here and if there’s a fire…”

They’d never get him back down before they all burned to death. Beca nodded off the rest of Stacie’s comment and scuffed her foot lightly at the floor. The edge of a rough woven rug flipped up to reveal the dry timber floor they had laid down together.

“Help me pry out these boards, willa ya?”

“Beca Mitchell you’ll NOT be prying up my kitchen floors!”

Beca blinked once at her before looking around startled. When she didn’t see the apparition she was looking for she heaved a sigh of relief.

“Thought your Ma was here for a second.”

Chloe’s eyes widened and Stacie knew better than to even let out a hiss of a laugh from behind clenched teeth. Bright blue eyes bored into Beca who shivered and shrank in on herself.

“I mean I’ll leave them if you want him to get shot to hell when they get up here…” She paused to consider then sweetened the deal. “I promise to dig you that root cellar in there for all your herbs and stores and whatnot.”

“Aye, and this one will help you!”

Chloe sighed and jerked her head in tight agreement. She couldn’t bear to watch Stacie and Beca rip up the floor. Maybe she really was turning into her mother now that she had settled some in her life. Chloe certainly sounded an awful lot like Cerridwen when she was good and fired up. She shrugged and crept up the stairs to find Aubrey, she should be so lucky to be as strong as passionate a person as her mama.

The blonde was crouched near the window in her bedroom watching patiently for someone to get close enough. Aubrey pulled back her hair into a neat bun and lowered her head to gaze back down the length of her barrel without glancing toward Chloe.

“They here yet?”

“Just about. Can you see them yet out your bedroom window?”

Chloe trotted the few steps down the short hall and looked out at the south facing window. A handful of them had just dismounted and were cautiously scanning the area, creeping forward with rifles drawn. Still too far to shoot at but not quite far enough to make her comfortable. The redhead knelt by the foot of the bed she shared with Beca and raised the lid on the cedar chest her father had hand carved for her mother in Ireland. She took her well oiled rig and strapped it low on her hips. The weight of the heavy leather and steel felt comforting, familiar.

It had been awhile but her body remembered each movement without thought as she drew both pistols and gave them a smooth and practiced twirl before sliding neatly in their holsters. She raised the rifle from its spot resting on a pair of long horns mounted on the wall and set herself to the task of loading it with ammo.

Chloe was more of a brawler than a shooter but she’d taken every lesson Cole, Conner, Caleb, Christian, and Corwin taught her to heart and knew she could plug a man dead between the eyes if she needed to. Two rapid fire shots rang out from the next room over followed by a soft cackle.

A part of her winced at breaking out a small pane of glass to shoot out of but she rested the barrel of the rifle on the window sill and sighted down its length. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she found her mark. She inhaled slowly and tightened her finger around the trigger, squeezing smoothly on the exhale. The man’s body dropped an entire breath later, dirt rising in a cloud where he hit the ground. The men around him spread out, but didn’t creep any closer. They didn’t have to. If they were in range, so was she.

She tucked herself down low behind the cover of the wall and the heavy dresser propped against it as their shots rang out and shattered the rest of the window. Footsteps rushed up the stairs and Beca burst into the room to throw herself over Chloe’s body protectively. They could barely hear each other over the ringing aftermath of the shooting but Chloe was fixated on the soft curve of Beca’s lips as they moved with the words she was shouting.

“Yeah…yeah I’m okay, Bec. Put one of them down and they took exception. Where's Stacie?"

Chloe could hear the sounds of reloading and tossed the rifle to her partner. She drew both guns and started firing at the men below. They scattered under their duel onslaught, scrambling for what cover they could find.

"Oh she's gonna greet our gentleman callers."

Beca shot a man just raising his rifle and snickered. Chloe raised her brows at that. Well that sounded damned suspicious and if she knew Stacie at all whatever she had planned would be wild.

"Of course she is. I hope she shows them our Southern hospitality."

#maus writes #pitch perfect fanfic #pitch perfect au #aubrey posen #chloe beale #beca mitchell #stacie conrad #wild west au

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grabyourpillow · 2 years

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🌿🍊Clementines and Peppermint🍊🌿

Pt.2/6

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<< Part 1

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Robin's doorbell chimes on Sunday evening, just as she's getting ready for a sleepover at Steve's.

"Wazzup?" Robin tries to answer, her toothbrush still half in her mouth. The doorbell rings again. "Coming!" She rinses her mouth and scrambles to the door, trying to slip into her shoes, losing one, finishing the way while hopping–

She opens it to see Nancy, standing on the porch.

"Hey!" Nancy does a little smile, the kind that aims to sound chipper but looks stiff and weird.

"Uhm hey?" Robin tries.

Nancy bites her lip. To keep it from quivering. "I just, I. Um." She cuts herself off, only her throat working.

Then her face contorts, and she starts crying.

"Uhm. Oh god." Robin says she might not be the best at social cues, or even at human contact, but here, she knows what to do. "Cm'ere," she pulls Nancy into a hug, closing the door behind them.

The angle is a bit awkward, But Nancy doesn't seem to care as she tightens her arms around Robin, burying her face into Robin's shoulder. "I am such an idiot."

"Alright uh," this seemed like an emergency. "Just, sit down here" Robin leads her into the kitchen, turns on the faucet and closes Nancy's hand around the freshly-filled glass of water. "Here a glass of water. There's some... Uh some fruit on this basket. Don't move. I'll be right back. Stay here."

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She goes upstairs and dials Steve's number.

"Uh, Steve? ... Something came up actually, I don't think I'm gonna make it...... Yeah.... Look I promise I'll make up for it. We'll hang out next week okay? Oh," she snaps her fingers "I'll let you pick the movie for movie night three times in a row...Deal," Robin sighs, relieved. "Gotta hang up now. Love ya, dingus. Ok bye."

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"Okay," Robin tells Nancy when she's back in the kitchen, who looks at Robin with tear-filled eyes. "What happened."

~~~

"You, Jonathan Byers, are a liar." Nancy storms in, and she slams an envelope onto the desk in front of Jonathan.

He seems frazzled. "What? What is this?"

"You should know shouldn't you? Something that you I quote 'never received.' "

"How... Where did you get my college acceptance letter?"

"It doesn't matter where I got it! You told me you didn't!"

"I... I can explain," Jonathan stammers.

"Alright, I'm listening," Nancy crosses her arms, her tone

"I, so uh. After we moved everything kind of, changed."

"You don't say," Nancy retorts, jaw set.

Jonathan falters. "Right. And uh, Will wasn't fine, and my mom left, and it just was... a lot." he adds.

"Why wouldn't you just, tell me, Jonathan?" Nancy asks, searching, pleading almost, to understand. "None of your letters nor calls mentioned any of that."

"I... Jonathan fumbles. "I didn't want to worry you."

"Right, because ignoring me and telling me nonsensical reasons isn't going to??! And none of it explains why you, lied to me." She holds up the envelope once again. "how am I supposed to know what's going on, if you don't. Tell. Me!"

"Seems like you got on fine though," Jonathan shuffles around with his feet. "Maybe I should thank Steve. "

"Wh–" Nancy looks at him, gobsmacked.

"This is not, about Steve!" She directs her hands towards her chest. "It's about us! And Steve, was just there! Jonathan! He was there when I tried to pretend like everything was fine and I wasn't worried about–"

Nancy interrupts herself realizing. She slowly lets her arm drop.

"When there's a problem," she starts again, voice jittery, but lower. "We should FIX IT. But how can we fix it, if you're lying to me..." Her voice breaks... "and I'm also lying to you?"

"Nancy..."

"No." She holds her hand up, turning her back to him. She feels like she's suffocating. "I need to leave. I can't talk to you right now."

"Soon?" Jonathan asks, quietly. He looks apologetic.

"Yeah. We'll have to."

~~~

"Like an idiot. I told myself 'You know Jonathan. If he says he can't come then he can't. He's honest. You're getting into your head. Just trust him.

He couldn't have said 'Hey Nancy, California is bullshit' noooooo–," Nancy gestures, getting increasingly frustrated.

"Good," Robin nods. "Being Angry is...good." She'd rather see Nancy angry than sad.

"I'm not angry!" Nancy says, but her grip around the glass says otherwise.

"Right. Okay!" Robin remarks, innocently. "That's unfortunate."

Nancy looks up at Robin. "Unfortunate?"

"Yup." Robin sits down on the table, swinging one leg back and forth. "Because If you wanted to like, smash something," she starts, "I know just the place."

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"Take anything you want," Robin explains, spreading her arms.

They are at a small, mostly unknown garbage dump, not that far away – accessible by foot – but still surrounded by trees, and fairly private. It's the place people in their neighborhood put all their old furniture, tableware and other junk they don't need anymore.

"Set the item of your choice on here," Robin demonstrates with an empty beer bottle she sets on a smoothly-cut tree trunk. "Then—"

"Got it" Nancy snatches the baseball bat – Steve's old one – out of Robin's hand.

She raises it, like a golf club, and hits the bottle that explodes into a thousand green pieces of glass.

"Yup" Robin gives Nancy thumbs up "You're a natural. You know, what would work even better is if you like... Exteriorize."

Fucking Steve Harrington! is what Tammy-Thompson-lovesick 13-year-old-Robin would shout out into the forest.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!" Is the first think Nancy yells, hitting a tacky, flower-decorated vase, that shatters immediately under the powerful swing.

"Go to hell you, stupid," An old lamp is reduced to pieces. "Dickhead!" A pile of plates.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAAAAAAAAAA–"

Nancy lets her arm with the bat fall, leans back and screams at the top of her lungs.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA–" Robin puts her hands into a circle joins in.

Their screams echo on the trunks of the surrounding trees. They listen until it disappears.

Nancy giggles, breathless. "I feel so, much better."

"Told you."

"How did you, by the way" Robin asks, panting "get his college letter, I mean."

Nancy looks at her, slowly catching her breath, a very slight mischievous smile on her lips "I didn't."

"What?"

"Only thing I had was a blank envelope."

"Holy shit," Robin says, amazed.

"His... new friend just said something slightly suspicious, and I knew I had to check and confront Jonathan. So, yeah."

Robin smiles. "That's my girl."

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"I'm sorry by the way," Nancy says, her head resting on her elbow, lying on Robin's bed. Robin is sprawled on the other side. Their faces however are only a dozen of centimeters apart, at a comfortable yet intimate distance. Robin can't stop looking at Nancy.

Her freckles. The slight creases around her eyes. Her cute nose that would be perfect for a nose-piercing. Not something big and loud, just a small, sparkling crystal, something to draw attention to it.

A platter with fruit – some banana pieces, a few tangerines, kiwi pieces, with toothpicks inserted for better use – is set on the bed between them. They had cut all that up when they had come back from their evening-stroll–

"...for the other day," Nancy finishes her sentence, interrupting Robin's scattering thoughts.

"No uhm, no," Robin shakes her head. "I don't really think too much, about what I say? Sometimes people get hurt–"

"No," Nancy interrupts, closing her eyes, her lips pulled into her thinking face that looked like a thin smile. "No. Uhm. You were just telling the truth. And it... It kinda stung but... I shouldn't have taken it out on you." She looks up at Robin, through her eyelashes.

Robin had lent Nancy one of her pijamas, and the shape was all wrong, for Nancy. Baggy in some places, tight in others. She didn't seem to mind.

Robin doesn't really know what to answer.

They are still looking at each other, soft adoration in their gazes.

"I was thinking," Robin turns fully and settles on her elbow, to face Nancy. "If you could be reincarnated in one sea-animal," she starts, "which one would it be."

"....

What?"

"Like for me it'd be a Sea lion. These things' mouthes? Filthy. You can bite like, anyone you don't like, they will drop dead sooner or later. Bam, bacteria, bam infections, you name it."

Nancy shakes her head, laughing silently.

"Seriously. Super helpful," Robin continues. "But on land, they are soooo awkward, like their body just, doesn't move right. And I'm sure if they had to hold a conversation it would be all," she drops her voice, "'I'm a sea-lion. Here are the names of my teeth' or something. Kind of like me, to be honest?"

At this point, Nancy is dying.

"And their sounds are all like eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek, eeeeeeek–"

"Ahahaha oh my god, shut uup–"

Their hands are tangled by their pinkies, when they fall asleep, just like that, in the early hours of the morning.

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<<Part 1 /// Part 3>>

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glapplebloom · 2 months

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The First of Four of the Princess Collection

The story begins with Celestia raising the sun. Lots of flowery words are here and it funny enough talks about Twilight and her friends more than Celestia. But there are two things to note: 1) they use moon to signify the passing of time. So could this be the first time they started calling a long period of time “many moons”. 2) Celestia thanks the sun for letting her guide it. Is it sentient? Can “When Day Breaks” of SCP happen here?

But enough about making a Creepypasta, it's time for the actual plot. Luna is having a rough night's sleep. And this is 2 years before Celestia thinks Luna’s job isn’t as hard. This time it makes sense since while Celestia was asleep Luna was handing Horseshoe Bay and a Manticore scare. While that was easy enough, the surprise Giant Enemy Crab was not. Celestia wanted to handle it since it is her shift now, but she has other commitments.

The Duchess Diamond Waves is having student troubles at her magic school. She was hoping Celestia being there could set things back on the path. Not wanting to disappoint a friend, she goes hoping that she can do it quickly and take care of the Carcinus issue. Of course that’s after worrying about letting Luna take over Canterlot on her own while she’s gone. Luckily Luna prepared and asked Twilight Sparkle to help. Apparently the Friendship Letters were an addiction Twilight is trying to kick.

So after finally arriving at Prance (yes, Prance), we meet Diamond Waves and honestly the interaction when they first met in this story really sells that they were friends for a long time. Back to business, when Summer Break should have been happening the students are still in school because none of them passed the exam. This is bringing Diamond down so bad, she’s dimmer than when Celestia last met. But our favorite Sun Princess promises she will help and together they are unstoppable. Yeah, I wanna make Diamond Waves into pixels now.

But a scream makes a call to action and Celestia is ready for anything, even if it was Discord again playing pranks with his Invisipaint. Instead it was a colt who was escaping class without a hall pass. There was a fake spider spell that scared him, which Diamond Waves placed there. And considering how she was treating the student with earlier thinking that Twilight should let her students have fun, I think I figured out why her students aren’t doing as hot as she would like them to.

Though to be fair, Diamond seems to have a reason. Apparently they have a Magical Artifact known as the Time Glass. While normally all it does is tell you the days on the calendar (so basically what is today’s date), Mrs. Waves believes that if her students don’t pass their Beast Defense Exam before a certain time period, Monacolt would be attacked by an army of creatures since Destiny dictates that only the sons and daughters can defend from it.

Of course you do have Celestia here but given her track record some more defense couldn’t hurt. So when Celestia went to check up on these focus lacking students only to see students who look like they’re about to play a round of Saw. One of them even answered a question so correctly, you wonder if this is a Stepford Wives situation. But Celesia works to ease their minds around her.

That’s when she finds out the test they’re taking: The Muybridge Test. So Muybridge was an old stallion who won a battle in Monacolt a long time ago. And since the Dutchess wants to get these kids ready to defend the city, their big exam is based on his feats. And this is super top secret that only the school knows. So Diamond got them to write all this Moon (so is it months?) and became strict, boring and horrible.

So basically, Diamond Waves is trying to turn all her students into Pre-Friendship Twilight. Which means for Celestia to fix them, she gotta show them the power of Friendshi... I mean fun. And sending them to Ponyville to make Friends was not going to be the solution this time, especially with them struggling to figure out what fun is. So Celestia figured out that the best way to get them to have fun is to trick them to have fun.

So she got them to pair off with each other so they can learn how to make Friendship Fire. And the first step is to give your partner your essay, and have them rip it up. After a while, one pair decided to do it. It eventually turned into laughter and everyone followed suit. As the papers were burnt up, the blue flames burned them up. They learned how to create Friendship Fire by banding together despite having something to lose.

The next lesson is a beach day. She took them all to the beach to have fun. They instead ask her so many questions. One of them being how her hair gets all wavy, something Diamond Waves’ used to do. But they eventually do start to play around. It was so nice, even old couples were happy to see the kids happy. But you know who wasn’t? Diamond Wave who came back from her trip to see everything now. Too bad she leaves just as one of the students shows off an advanced water manipulation spell.

So after some time Celestia was going to meet up with Diamond Waves again. She also points out during her absence, Luna was responsible for the Sun and Moon, also saying it takes a lot of energy to do it. So that helps with the IDW Comic where Luna struggled to move the sun. Celestia also wonders what’s the deal with the Time Glass. No matter how much sand goes down, the top remains the same. Celesita was hoping to point this out.

Celestia told Diamond that the students were great and learned two advanced spells. Diamond didn’t believe her, with her eyes flashing dark for a second. Celestia convinced her to go to the beach for a while to discuss things further. I should mention by this point there are no waves happening. Not even little ones. Celestia convinced Diamond to have a little fun and splash around with the water together. Again, the best part of this book is selling these two being friends.

And just as she was, the oceans began to wave again. Turns out the Dutchess can control the waves of Monacolt and just couldn’t do it for a while now. Sadly it did not last long as she began to worry about the upcoming attack once more. Sadly, just as Celestia was trying to convince Diamond to not do this, Canterlot has been attacked by Giant Enemy Crabs. Luckily a letter from Twilight clarified things and everything was alright. Also Luna can also talk to animals, something the Journal established.

Despite all that, she was wondering if she should go back to Canterlot just in case. But when a student left an apple for her with a letter thanking her for teaching how to create apples out of nothing, Celesita vowed to continue helping here. And honestly I’m going to stop here because I highly recommend reading the rest of this story for yourself. More details I didn’t mention. The truth behind the Time Glass. Celestia’s plan. It is a fun read.

A flaw I had with Celestia that the show and comics only fixed near the end was not giving her a lot of character. She was always stoic, regal, all that jazz. But this book is like a large amount of fresh air in the middle of the Hallway. Between her interactions with the students and the Dutchess, it really showed just how well she was a teacher to Twilight Sparkle. And the friendship between Diamond and Celestia was great.

I want to make this canon. So probably sometime in the future where Twilight and Luna get more used to how this version of Equestria is. And after this, I am looking forward to the other books since that means Cadance could actually get something.

#green lantern apple bloom #mlp review #MLP Revisit #book

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theghostofblackbunnymask · 3 years

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HELLOOOO

Can I get one where Dream and Reader have a secret relationship during the war and Reader breaks up w/ him because sh's afraid of what hr family(sbi) would think

fuff to angst to fuff than angst again

ssh/hr

Authors Note- Ok so, I made it that Tommy knew and told Y/N that Dream was dangerous to them and there self. Also, this relationship is going to be toxic, due to Dream's character being an abusive person, I don't think you would get any different.

Authors Note 2- Techno is your Uncle, since him being Phil's kid is a bit odd, but you still grow up with Techno, he's just 3 years older than you (Y/N is 19)

Category- Fluff to Angst to Fluff to Angst

Warnings- Toxic and Abusive relationship, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Yandere like behaviour, Injures, blood, a small fight.

You've known Dream ever since you guys were little, meeting up in secret in a nearby forest to mess around and play. Wilbur your older brother, and Techno, your uncle, if you even call him that since you're so close in age, didn't really worry that much about you sneaking off, since you would always come back. Your dad, Philza, was a bit worried about where you would always go, since you guys lived it the tundra, you could easily get lost or die due to the cold, but since you always came back, he didn't worry much, your little brother Tommy was a different story. He would always ask where you were going and follow you around, you told him to stop, and he did.

Fast forward to L'manberg, you started dating Dream before the whole fiasco and when it started, Dream changed, a lot.

"Dream, why won't you give us our independence?" Y/N asked as she stepped in front Dream so he can look at her.

Dream glared at her before a walking past her.

"I don't even know why you even fight for that pathetic excuse of a nation, L'manchildberg was it?"

"L'manberg."

"Right... They're fucking PATHETIC Y/N, don't you see it?"

"No, I don't. Dream you've, changed. You're not the same charismatic and ambitious guy I used to know and love, you've became, a monster."

Dream stopped and turned around, his smile mask looking a Y/N. Dream lifted his mask to reveal a sinister and sadistic smile, with his bright green eyes glowing with bloodlust.

"Me, a monster? Says the one who's father is the fucking Angel of Death, and whose uncle is nicknamed the FUCKING BLOOD GOD! And you're calling me a monster, your the one who's the monster Y/N," Dream said.

"Don't you fucking say that about my family."

"Oh Y/N..." Dream said, walking forward before grabbing your face and bending down to look at you at eye level.

"Do you THINK you have any say or power in this relationship?" Dream asked, digging his nails into your skin, making them bleed.

"I own you, I'M FUCKING GOD! And your just another one of my puppets, but you're my favorite puppet, so don't make me have to taking that away, ok?" Dream asked.

"Ok..."

"Good," Dream said, letting go of your face before walking off.

"See you soon, Doll," Dream said, as he disappeared behind the bushes.

Y/N touched her cheek and looked at her hands, only to see blood. Hissing from the pain, she walked back to L'manberg. When she got back she was greeted by her little brother.

"Hey big (The First Letter in your name)- OH GOD WHAT HAPPEND TO YOUR FACE!" Tommy asked, having worry on his face.

"Oh it's nothing, I just got attacked from a wild dog."

"Y/N, I've seen wild dog attacks, the Mark's they leave behind don't look like this, these look like nail marks."

"There's no need to worry Tommy! You don't have to worry about me," Y/N said, brushing dirt off of their L'manberg uniform before ruffling Tommy's hair.

"Hey! It took a long time to get my hair like this! Gotta impress the ladies you know," Tommy said, fixing his hair.

"Like your going to get any," Y/N said giggling.

"I WILL! Just you watch."

Fastfoward...

Dream dropped his sword as he looked at Y/N, who was on her knees crying while holding her eye.

"Y/N I..."

Dream couldn't find any words to explain his actions. Y/N looked at him as she got up, and before he could blink, she ran off, heading back to L'manberg. When she got to L'manberg's gates, she sat down and began to pass out due to the blood loss, Wilbur and Tommy were walking down to the gates, discussing what they were going to do with Dream and his friends, and as the passed they say a bloody passdd out Y/N.

"Y/N!" The boys yelled as they ran over.

Wilbur checked her pulse and sighed in relief.

"She's still alive," Wilbur said as he picked her up.

"What are we going to do?" Tommy asked.

"We're going to bandage her up and find out who did this."

The boys ran to Wil's house, Tommy was patching Y/N up while Wilbur checked around the outskirts of L'manberg, just in case anybody was nearby. Y/N woke up while Tommy wa bandaging her up.

"Y/N!" Tommy said, hugging her.

"Tommy, where am I?"

"You're in Wil's house, but that's not important, what happened to you?" Tommy asked.

"Dream..." Y/N said, looking down at the floor.

"D-Dream!? How?"

"Tommy, if I tell you this, you can't tell anyone, not Wilbur, not Techno, Not Phil, hell, not even Tubbo, ok?"

"Ok."

"Dream and I have been, dating, before this whole war thing. Before the war, he genuinely cared, but now, he's became a monster."

Tommy stood there with his mouth wide open.

"Y/N you have to break up with him, he's a danger to us and he's a danger to you, look at what he did to your eye! I don't think this is going to be a one time thing."

"I know but..."

"Y/N, this is abuse, I knew those Mark's weren't from some dog, they looked like nail Mark's. And, do you realize that if Wil, Techno and Phil found out this secret relationship, you may be fucked."

"Ok... I'll do it."

Tommy walked over Y/N and hugged her, saying good luck.

The next day...

"Dream, we need to talk."

"About?" Dream asked, as he sharpened his netherite sword, not looking at Y/N as he did so.

"I want to break up."

All of Dream's movement came to a halt as he turned his chair around to look at Y/N.

"What?" Dream asked in a stern voice.

"I want to break up Dream, I can't do this anymore. I can't take your temper anymore, I can't deal with you manipulating me anymore, and I can't deal with stress of my family finding out about our relationship!"

Dream began to chuckle darkly, and that chuckle turned it a uncontrollable laughter.

"You... You really think you can just leave me like that? I OWN you, remember? Your MY property, you can't just leave..." Dream said as he got up and slowly walked towards you.

"You don't own me Dream! I can leave if I want to," Y/N said as she turned around to walk out.

"Ok then, leave. But remember, you'll always be mine and once I have you back, you'll regret ever leaving," Dream said as Y/N walked out of the room.

Y/N walked back to L'manberg, thinking about what Dream just said.

"God, don't make me regret this..." Y/N said as she entered the walls of L'manberg.

#Dream smp #dream smp x reader #yandere dream smp #dream x reader #yandere dream #yandere mcyt #myct x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x you #Dream smp x reader

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mminttae · 3 years

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Clandestine | 02

-> Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x reader

-> Genre : tattoo!artist Jungkook, mafia! JJK,mafia au, bloody!missions, slight violence, got secrets they can't tell, angst, romance, Jungkook's part time job is flirting, sad (backstory), Y/N is strong!

-> Summary : who would have known that just doing a part time job at a night club would lead you to the tattoo artist Jeon Jungkook's messed up world. One letter related to the secret comes out of your mouth you'll be laying in Jungkook's arms but alive or not, that's not guaranteed...

-> Word Count : 4.286 K ( A/N: I’m increasing words )

-> T/W body language, killing, curse words and intimacy are included in the story (you may read if you're comfortable with these)

Part : 2

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Jungkook's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. Even if me saying that line didn't flatten him enough I knew the nickname did as it always have been doing. It was clearly visible that he didn't expect me to be this bold suddenly. But he being himself smirked after a couple of seconds as his hand snaked up to grab my wrist pulling me more closer "Sure princess.. Do you want to go to the trip now? " His tongue rolling over his bottom lip as his piercing doe eyes holding so many thoughts looked at my lips then to my eyes.

"I don't want to interrupt but the trip has to be postponed "Jimin interferes in the moment, his eyes narrowed and only looking at me as if scared that the younger guy would throw him out if he locked eyes with his. Making a 'tch' sound Jungkook raises his eyebrows at Jimin in a manner that reads he's asking why postpone. I yeet his hand which was holding my wrist and get off from the table clearing my throat while fixing the skirt and apron. Jungkook clearly disappointed for not being able to hear my answer gets up from the seat while putting the black leather jacket around his shoulders. Jimin and Taehyung following him gets up too grabbing their bags. Jungkook walked up to me while fixing his bangs with his index finger.

"Gotta go princess a client's waiting" Nodding I proceeded to walk away but I could hear Jungkook saying with a sad dramatic tone. "Atleast act that you don't want me to go". I'm afraid I won't be able to because I myself don't know what this client of yours gonna do if you don't go on time. Is the person waiting even a client or not? Knitting my eyebrows I look back only to meet with strangers taking up the seat. The three tall mesmerizing men with inks on their body not to be seen anywhere. I don't know what's going on in that foolish yet extremely clever brain of yours but...

Be careful Mr. Artbook..

End of YOUR POV

Mid summer yet the night breeze is able to run shivers down your spine. Not a single soul in sight.

10 at night maybe the shopkeepers closed down the shutters and went to bed. Not many shops here in this area to even begin with. The only workshop's bell which rings here is the Jeon's Tattoo corner which has been ringing from the morning today , seemed to have stopped in the evening but now making its sound again. "Argh I should really break down this bell "

With an annoyed expression the black haired guy opens the drawers searching for a fresh towel. The tall man who just entered the shop walked past the desk table, turning the door knob and allowing himself inside the cozy room. His loud footsteps on the wooden floor telling Jungkook that the guest has arrived.

"Where were you? I waited here for five minutes then went inside the nearby plant store to kill time"

Taking off the long coat the tall silver haired guy walks up to the chair positioned in the middle of the room beside the various tools. "Sorry hyung, Taehyung and Jimin wanted a new tattoo so went to hear out their designs"

Jungkook says, eyebrows knitted while he fishes out the stencil of the beautiful clematis he has drawn beforehand of the leader's arrival. Smiling to himself he walks up to the seated boss whose like a big brother to him, he puts the stencil aside. Taking out a black rubber band from his pocket he takes his hair and ties it up to a small ponytail before taking out a drawer full of tattoo needles and inks. "Heard that Yoongi started boxing classes with you"

The older male speaks as his lip corners slowly moves upwards. Jungkook giving out a laugh says, "Yea Yoongi hyung be moving like a turtle. "

The thought of his hyung boxing and whining that it's hard is enough to make the little one giggle. Taking out a small wooden stool with one hand as the other one was holding the tattoo gun, Jungkook sits himself beside the strong looking man who rolls up his shirt's sleeves revealing all the different type of arts and words of different languages tattooed on his arm.

"Need chewing gum?"

The younger one asks at the thought that it might hurt but the older one replies plainly that he's fine after all his skin had been coming in contact with this gun for a long time now. Jungkook nods before resting the needle on the free space on the top of the man's biceps before starting to draw on it, the awestrucking clematis. "Was thinking of getting a lip piercing but not being able to get it cuz of the adults in the house"

The man says while his dimples makes visits to his cheeks.

"The exact same reason why am postponing on getting an eyebrow piercing"

Jungkook replies as he carefully moves the tattoo gun sideways on the man's bicep.

"So when are you planning on telling your sister?"

He asks as the silver haired guy closes his eyes once realizing what Jungkook meant.

"When the time's right.. "

He replies, slowly opening his eyes his gaze meeting the ceiling.

"But first we need to pinpoint Mr. Choi's location"

Replying with a small and quiet yes Jungkook draws the details on the flower carefully.

"Seokjin has been checking the cctvs regularly and the only thing he found was the black hyundai stopping at a night club at exactly 7pm every Tuesday and Wednesday"

"What's the night club's name? "

Jungkook asks as he draws on the small leaves.

"Hell's night club"

With just the mention of the night club's name Jungkook's hand stops moving as his eyes widened. "Isn't that the club you often visit with the others? "

The silver haired man asks making Jungkook quietly nod his head. If the most feared mafia in the country slash his team's biggest rival had been going to the exact same club at the exact same time as his how come he never saw the familiar old man's face? He thought.

What kind of person does the man disguise him as that even Jimin who encountered him multiple times doesn't notice. "You should be careful and try to see your clients faces carefully and see if they match that old fart's face or not"

Jungkook humming a response continued on giving the clematis it's final touch. Finishing the tattoo he removes the gun making the silver haired man sit up straight and fix his shirt.

"You know what to do right?"

Jungkook asks referring to putting on Vaseline ointment on the tattoo and stuffs. The older guy nods while fetching his coat. "I'll get going then. Thanks for the tattoo kook"

Jungkook simply nods his mind stuck in a different topic. Putting the equipments away and tidying up the towels as the older guy leaves the shop and disappears into the darkness of the night in the empty alleyway, Jungkook couldn't help but think about what you were up to. His mind stitching up different negative thoughts together.

"If Mr. Choi is really going to that club then he must have seen Y/N always talking to us..... What if he does something to her? " Jungkook asks to himself and the next thing he does is take his bag, turn off the lights, lock the doors and run off to meet you.

• -

"I'll be off then"

Bowing politely you take hold of the two big disposable bags and huff out a breathe when you realize how heavy both of them were. Kicking the back staff door with your leg open the first thing you see is Jeon Jungkook leaning on the wall infront. His hair tied up in a small ponytail, a bag hung around his shoulder and inked hands resting inside his jeans pockets. His eyes falls on your hands holding the disposable garbage bags, sighing he walks up to you.

"I thought your job was to serve and take orders not bring out garbages" You looked down at the bags in your hands while saying, "I was coming out anyways it's no biggie"

You flashed him a small smile but his eyes looked worried and his face tensed. You wondered what happened but didn't dare to ask thinking that he will only answer with 'none of your business' . Yes Jeon Jungkook unknowingly says harsh things without thinking when he's tensed. Jungkook takes the garbage bags from your hands and put it beside the door when his eyes lands on your right hand which was bandaged. His eyes widen and he quickly took your right hand examining it while asking

"How did this happen? Are you okay? "

Embarrassed you put your hand away from his warm ones and answer while smiling, not making eye contact

"It's okay I'm fine these kind of injuries are meant to happen if you work in a bar." Jungkook not convinced took your hand again now keeping it infront of him not letting you pull it back. His eyebrows knitted . "You were totally fine this evening tell me what happened". Chewing on your bottom lip you look down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

"Y/N tell me what happened.." Jungkook says once again this time his voice laced with concern as his hands caressed your hair. You were actually a bit taken aback at how the always dominant voice of Jungkook is making its way to you in a concerned and soft way.

"A drunk guy harshly pulled my hand wanting me to sit beside him but I fought back and he suddenly let go of me making me loose my balance at hit the edge of the glass table behind and that's how I got this"

You say while looking at your bandaged hand which was now resting in jungkook's warm palm. He softly held your injured hand and lower down a bit to meet your height. Looking at your eyes he said

"Tell me who did this. Tell me who did this to you I'm gonna fucking kill him"

In a calm soft voice but the last part obviously didn't come out in a soft way. You laughed and pushed him a bit away from you. "It's okay am fine don't overreact he was drunk" But Jungkook not buying the answer walked closer to you and again with a serious tone asked you . "Tell me how he looked like"

Knowing that he won't let go of the topic unless you give him a proper answer you sigh, rolling your eyes while describing the drunk man you happened to meet inside the club. "He had small eyes , a sharp nose and dark stubble on his face and.." You trailed off thinking what else did the man have but Jungkook interrupted asking in a quick manner

"Did he have any sort of tattoo on his wrist? " Replaying the moment inside your head you widen your eyes a bit and nod your head, "Yea he did.. Was that a crown? A crown maybe"

Exactly knowing who that drunk man you encountered was Jungkook's chest sank at the thought that the old man touched you with his dirty hands. Gulping down the saliva that formed in his mouth he without thinking pulled you to his chest engulfing you in a hug. He wasn't sure why he felt like protecting you but he wanted to . He wasn't supposed to feel this way now that he set his mind on the plan his brain made up on the way here but..he did. He wanted to make sure you were safe.

Widening your eyes at how Jungkook suddenly hugged you, your mind went blank. There's no doubt in how fast your heart was beating. To be honest to yourself you were actually frightened when that man tried touching you in an ill manner but now being in Jungkook's arms you felt safe. You felt safe when he was around. Jungkook's arms around you got tighter as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

So this is how you gonna play it Mr. Choi

He thinks.

•-

Flashback 5 weeks back

Stretching your arms you give out a small yawn before grabbing the books from the table and making your way out of the auditorium. Walking while looking at your surroundings you didn't notice the tall man standing infront of you. Too immersed in the same old paintings hanging on the walls you hit something hard making the copies and books in your hands fall down. Without looking up at the person you bumped into you quickly said 'sorry' while kneeling down to pick up your supplies. The tall gentleman kneeled down too helping you with picking up your stationerys. You got up, the man following you soon. This time facing the guy properly as both of you made eye contact you were about to say thank you when your voice abruptly decided to not come out.

The man had soft long black hair .The kind of hair you would want to play with all day. His baby doe eyes staring at you, his lips parted. The oversized hoodie he was wearing made him the grizzly huggable bear image more.

As your eyes scanned him from head to toe, your lips a bit parted, the guy not being able to control his laughter at how cute you looked when your eyes went big as if you saw something really interesting and you'd like to study that thing more, he gave out small giggles making you quickly close your mouth and look at him. Noticing how every students in tha hall were staring at both of you, you shifted your weight from one leg to another leg uncomfortably. But the guy's Adorable bunny smile didn't go out of your notice. His eyes wrinkled as he tilted his face and asked you softly

"You okay? "

Blinking couple of times you nodded your head making him shyly scratch his nape and mumble 'thank god'. Your lips automatically curved up when your eyes landed on the ID card hung around his neck

"Jeon Jungkook"

Once realization hit you that you were now standing infront of your college's hearthrob while looking like a whole mess which you didn't care about that much until you bumped into him, your cheeks got tinted in a light blush. Pulling your lips in you tilted your head a bit to the side making your baby hairs fall over your face.

"Hey kook!"

A loud deep voice entered the ears of the people standing in the hall making them turn their heads to the two seniors waving their hands at Jungkook's direction, a big wide smile plastered know their face. Jungkook takes out his bracelet covered wrist from his pocket and waves at them. Jimin running towards us and wrapping his arm around the tall guy's shoulders he notices me and flashes me a smile

"Hey Y/N"

Waving your sweater paw at him as a hey you smiled. You met Jimin and Taehyung a couple of times before in some group works with seniors. You not really interested in gossips of the college noticed just a few days ago that Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook are the well known hot trio of this college.

"Y/N.."

Jungkook repeats your name to himself before looking at you once again , smiling while saying

"Sweet name"

His sweet honey voice saying your name was enough to melt you. If it was any other guy right now you would have simply said thank you for helping you pick up the books and walk away without saying anything but surprisingly Jeon Jungkook made you stop. "I'm hungry didn't have breakfast this morning" Taehyung whines while holding his tummy earning a slap on his head from Jimin. "we are going for lunch wanna join us? "

Jungkook asks you making you widen your eyes at the sudden invitation and Jungkook earning some smirks from the seniors beside him, Jimin elbowing his arm while wiggling his eyebrows. Jungkook simply rolled his eyes at his hyungs before looking at you for a reply. You glancing at your silver wrist watch said "I would love to but I should get going. I have some stuffs to do"

Jungkook quietly nods his head before flashing you a smile.

Is he always smiling?

You thought noticing that he had been smiling since the moment both of you met. "Y/N's always studying hard"

Taehyung says earning a nod from Jimin making you shyly scratch your nape.

The Brunnete haired approached you giving you a pat on your shoulder before saying "Study well but don't forget to have lunch okay? "

You flashed him a smile while nodding. Jungkook waving his hands at you as a 'bye' walked past you with the two boys. You looked back at three of them noticing that two of them were wearing hoodies and one of them were wearing full sleeved tees.

It's so hot these days why are they wearing hoodies on top of tees?

Shaking your head you quickened your pace and quickly got out of the college grounds. Walking to the bus stand while looking around at the cozy coffee shops on the streets you keep glancing at your watch from time to time to make sure that you're going on time or not.

Now here's a secret about you that no one knows

You're a student at an art college but you are also a student at a law school. Your father runs the family business of electronics. Yes the electronics company ranking the second best in the country out of all the other electronic companies, which he wants to hand over to your big brother after he retires. Your mother always wanted a child of her to be a sculptor. Borning late in the family with the talent of art you were forced to study this subject whereas you were interested in prosecution, catching criminals and stuffs. What you were most interested in were being a mafia or an assassin but you gave up on those dreams and decided to study law. Your parents only giving their all attention and care to their first born, didn't care about you that much. The only thing they wanted from you was becoming a great sculptor and bringing praise to your family.

After nights of confusion and judgement you decided to study in the law school that you got admitted, secretly with the money your grandparents left you. Your grandparents left some money for you and your brother before passing away and thankfully they were enough to pay for your study books expenses. But maintaining time for your law school as well as the art school was hard but you managed to make time after dropping off from some extra courses of the art college without telling your parents. But it was hectic. Your college hours starts from 7 am. And you have classes till 9am then a break at 9:15 am to 10:30 due to dropping off from some extra class. Your law classes starts from 9:30 so during the break you quickly leave the grounds and head off to the law classes. Then you return to the art college at 10:20 when it's a break at your law school. Then once again when it's a lunch break at the art school you head off to the law school while munching on some snacks, obviously not getting time to have proper lunch. And when it comes to events you had to make up excuses at the law school for not attending as your parents would obviously not skip their daughter's presentations.

It would be more hectic from today cuz you just applied to a job at a night club. There's a course for learning shooting at the law school but you don't have enough money to pay for that so it's time to earn some money.

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Stretching your arms while getting up from the seat you had been sitting on straight for 2 hours, you give a yawn before taking out a scrunchie and putting your hair up. All the classes for the day are done. Putting the back pack around your shoulder you bow at the teacher before leaving the school premises. Walking inside the bus and sitting on one of the seat you take out your phone and start typing to your mother , 'Mom I'll be late tonight as I got some extra lessons. Don't worry for me and you don't have to send car I'll come by bus'

"No one's gonna worry about me though"

You say to yourself while letting out a small laugh and looking out at the window. Everything vanishing from your sight at a fast pace as the vehicle picks up its speed upon seeing the empty road. Some of the street lights flickering due to not being fixed for several days now. You take out the 'guideline' paper of the bar you're gonna work in from backpack, going through the structure of the building in your mind and remembering all the rules explained to you yesterday when you went to apply for the job. This night club only seemed to be safe for you to work in now. By safe means you would have no worries of the common students who spends time in bars and clubs to see you. If anyone recognizes you then it's game over. Plus the pay is high too.

The phone screen lighting up as a notification popped up you unlocked the phone before seeing from whom the text is from.

Bro: heard you're coming late at night should I pick you up from the way while coming home?

"Geez already told him?"

You say to yourself once realizing that your mom told your brother to pick up but your brother being nice asked if you want to be picked up first or not. Smiling at his text before typing your reply It's ok you don't have to come. The office is far away from my college anyways. Get home safely.

Waiting for a few minutes to see his reply which you didn't get you turned off your phone and put it inside your bag. Looking out from the window thinking why he didn't reply when he saw your text whereas usually he would try to come pick you up, being the 'protective' brother. You got down from the bus as soon as the bus came to its stop. You walked for a few more minutes from the bus stop till arriving at your destination.

Hell's night club

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It's been only five minutes of you serving drinks but you're already tired. How can a human body and mind work for 13 hours straight without any rest. You did mess up some tables a couple of times for which you were now getting a scolding from the manager. You looking down bowing slightly while your hands in front of you.

"Miss Lee Y/N did you properly see the table numbers today? "

The old man asks to which you nod. "Then why are you messing up? " He asks in a raised voice making you flinch and quickly mumble a sorry. You lift your head up a bit to see the old man sighing while pinching his forehead, clearly visible that he's angry. "I'm letting you go as this is your first time don't make mistakes anymore"

He says making you bow and say

"Thank you"

He looked around trying to see if any waitresses are free. Sighing at how there's no one free without counting you he gave you a look before handing you a tray of various kinds of drinks. "Take this to table no. 14. And do not make any mistakes. They are regulars here I don't want them gone" Nodding at him you set off to find this table no. 14 . Noticing how your skirt got up a bit you tried pulling the skirt a bit down with one hand as the other one was holding the tray, you quickly withdraw your hand without fixing the skirt upon seeing the tray tremble in one hand. Quickly holding the tray in place and scanning if any drinks were spilled, you sigh in relief. You looked back to only lock eyes with the manager . He staring straight at you with his cold eyes. You gave a small awkward smile and walked towards table 14.

The table no. 14 seemed to be surrounded by many big men. All had some sort of tattoos on them. A familiar man sitting in the middle holding a pen and scribbling something on a notebook. His inked arms full on display as the silver earrings were still being able to shine despite the dullness in the scene. His long bangs falling before his eyes not letting anyone see the face beneath it.

You quietly approached the table and when you raised your eyes from the ground to the man sitting in the middle, your legs automatic came to a halt and your breath hitched.

Jeon Jungkook right there was sitting. The table in front occupied with various weapons and him sitting like a whole five course meal, fingers playing with the dangly earrings

This is totally not what I expected

#jungkook tattoo #jungkook ff #mafia jungkook #tattoo artist jungkook #jjk imagines #bts imagines #bts namjoon #bts yoongi #BTS jimin #bts hoseok #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #wow i'm posting

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babyjamiebarnes · 3 years

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Build-A-Bear

Part Eleven

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Steve, Sam, Peter, OC background characters

Warnings: language, sexual implications and references, blackmail

Summary: Bucky decides it’s time to come clean to Tony, consequences be damned. Steve has his own bombshell, of sorts.

Author’s Note: Hi. I’m a lazy piece of crud. I wanted to post this earlier but I suck. It’s kinda short too, at least compared to previous parts. There will probably only be a couple parts left, maybe 2-3? I’m posting these chapters as I write so tbd in length lol. And as always, feel free to buy me a coffee!

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“Are you fucking insane?”

Everyone moved back to your apartment to avoid freaking poor Matt out any more. And now there was a standoff in your living room.

“It’s the only course of action that makes sense,” Bucky said in his defense.

“Buck, her dad will skin you alive if he sees those pictures,” Sam said. “Even if he’s somehow fine with it, she’ll lose her job!”

“If we don’t do this, that kid downstairs loses his family!” Bucky shouted back.

Sam groaned in exasperation and ran his hands over his face. “There’s gotta be a way to get the money.”

“There’s not,” you said defeatedly. All eyes turn to you. They initially looked to you for guidance, but your reliance on Bucky gave him the wheel on your own personal highway to hell. “Even if we do give this person the money, there’s only one person we can get that kind of cash from. Bucky’s right. We have to tell my dad.”

“[Y/N], maybe we should brainstorm some other options,” Peter nearly whispered, keeping his voice soft in the midst of the chaos. “I don’t want you to lose your job.”

“I’ll quit,” Bucky said suddenly. “I’ll quit being an Avenger and just do, fuck, private security? Or something.”

You could see the stress and fear and frustration written on his face. In a couple steps, you were standing in front of him and were able to cup his scruffy cheeks as you spoke.

“We’ll figure all that out later.” You perked up on your toes and gave him a short kiss. “But right now, we’re on a bit of a time crunch. I’d like to end this sooner rather than later so… let’s tell Tony.”

With Peter willingly sitting in the open trunk area of the Jeep, everyone was able to fit in one car back to the Tower. The tension inside the vehicle could’ve been cut, sliced, and diced with a knife. No one wanted to say anything, but no one really knew what to say anyway.

Steve was still silent. He didn’t say a word when you discussed telling Tony, but you could practically see the gears turning in his head. He had something to say, he just wasn’t saying it.

By the time you got to the Tower, you felt like you were gonna throw up. You held the envelope with the letter and media tight in your grasp, only letting go to open your door. The second your feet touched the garage floor, Bucky was right beside you.

He kept a firm grip on your hand, squeezing a little extra so you knew he was there with you and wasn’t going to let anything bad (worse) happen. Knowing he was willing to risk his entire livelihood for you made you love him even more. But you knew if it came down to it, you’d give up your position with the Avengers. Even with only two years spent at Stark Industries — just under a year spent with the Avengers (and nearly a year with Bucky) — you’d have no problem getting a new job with any other company. Bucky’s skills were put to the best use saving the world.

As the elevator approached the floor with your dad’s office, Sam finally broke the silence.

“Do you want us to be in there with you? I’m thinking it might be better if it’s just you two.”

You turned to see Peter wringing his hands, subconsciously agreeing with Sam — he clearly didn’t want to be in the room when all this went down but was putting on a brave face to be a good support system. Steve still stood silent with his arms crossed over his chest. Whatever was going on in that head was still festering.

“I think you’re right,” you agreed with Sam. “We’ll come find you once he gets the news.”

Your eyes met Bucky’s and even though he was trying to remain confident for you, there was fear behind those baby blues.

“We’ll be okay,” you said just loudly enough for him to hear.

When you reached the floor you’d been dreading, Sam, Steve, and Peter all turned to go to their designated rooms, partially because it had been a while since all of them had been back, partially to stay far away from the impending outburst.

You took a deep breath and started toward Tony’s office, just to be pulled back into Bucky’s arms. He held you tight, nuzzling his face in your hair and just holding you. You gripped the back of his shirt in response and just took a moment to appreciate the hard muscles of his chest and the weight of his arms around you.

“We’re gonna be okay,” you whispered.

Bucky let out a breath and kissed the crown of your head.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

This made you pull back and look up at him.

“Lose me? Bucky, I’m not going to let this affect us. No matter what happens, I’m not going anywhere. I love you too much, Bucky Bear.”

The affectionate nickname made him smile, even if it was just a little quirk of the lips.

“I love you too, Build-A-Bear.”

You let him hold you for a couple more minutes before leading him to your dad’s closed office door. When you slowly pushed the door open, you saw Tony sitting behind his desk with half a dozen holographic screens open in front of him.

“Hey pumpkin, what are you doing here?” he asked, barely taking his eyes off his work for a second.

“Um, I kind of really need to talk to you.” Despite being on close speaking terms with your dad — the kind where you felt comfortable swearing in front of him and joking with him, even sharing some of your secrets — you felt like this was crossing a line.

Of course it was. You were in bed with (his perception of) the enemy.

Tony could tell something was wrong by how timid you sounded. You were always loud and bubbly with him — a quality you definitely got from him. He swiped all of the screens closed and walked around the large desk to stand in front of you. He briefly met Bucky’s eyes as the super soldier stood close behind you.

“What’s going on?”

“You-you should probably sit down for this,” you said shakily. Tony took the seat nearest you instead of walking back behind his desk. “So… you know how I’ve been dating James for, like, 10, 11ish months now?”

“And I still haven’t met him?” Tony said with a quirked brow.

“Yeah.” You forced a chuckle. “Well, when we were going through mail this morning, I… I got this.”

You held up the envelope before sliding out the letter and handing it to your dad. His expression went from curious to furious in seconds as his eyes scanned the entire page.

“They sent pictures. Pictures taken through my apartment windows of me and James. Being… intimate.”

“James who?” your dad asked, still staring at the letter. When you didn’t reply, he looked you in the eye, his expression hard as he demanded, “[Y/N], what is James’s last name?”

You took a short breath, the most your anxiety-gripped lungs could handle, and avoided his gaze as you replied.

“Barnes.”

Tony shot up from his seat, his eyes moving from you to the man behind you. The familiar feeling of a metal hand on your lower back helped ease the anxiety coursing through you at your dad’s reaction. When Tony took a step toward Bucky, you countered with a panicked step between them, looking up at your dad and pleading.

“He didn’t know who I was.”

“Bullshit,” Tony spat. He and Bucky were glaring at each other over your head.

“He didn’t, I swear. He found out the same day everyone else did.”

The grinding of his teeth let you know he was seething. But trying to hold it together for now.

“Let me see the rest,” Tony said calmly, holding his hand out. You reluctantly dropped the photos and DVD into his open palm. Bucky didn’t want to get too affectionate, so he just rested his hand on your hip while Tony flipped through the photos.

Everything was back in order, so he went through the same sequence you did: pap photos, to apartment photos, to sex photos. You could tell when the pictures turned raunchy by the way Tony’s face contorted, tossing the photos down shortly after.

“Friday, play the disc,” he commanded. The video played against the only blank wall in the room, the audio of you and Bucky playing through the speakers.

“Dad, you really don’t need to —” you started, quickly stopped by a sharp glare from your father.

“What are you gonna do to me?”

“I’m gonna put a baby in you. I’m gonna cum inside this tight pussy until you can’t take it anymore.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Tony nearly growled. “Friday, shut it off.”

“I tried to tell you,” you murmured under breath, though not loud enough for him to hear. Bucky did hear it though, evident by the way he squeezed your hip.

Tony leaned forward against his desk, hanging his head in clear frustration. You knew better than to speak up while he contained his emotions, so you stood in silence with Bucky as your dad sighed heavily and spoke to himself under his breath.

“You just have something against me, don’t you?” Tony said accusingly to Bucky.

“Don’t do that,” you scoffed. “You don’t get to do that. If you’re going to get mad at anyone, it needs to be me.” You never got snappy with your dad, but everything weighing on your shoulders frayed your nerves and his attitude didn’t do anything to fix it. “I’m the one who knew full well what we were doing. I’m the one who had all the details. I’m the one who chose to risk everything for this from the start. So if you’re really that mad, take it out on me. Otherwise, help us. We’ll get to the semantics and firing and all that bullshit later. Right now, there are literal lives on the line.”

Tony was still fuming until he heard the last line.

“What do you means ‘lives on the line’?”

Bringing Steve, Sam, and Peter in helped all of you explain what happened, from the note you received to the first viewing of the photos and video to the confrontation with Matt, but not without Tony grilling all of them about when and how they found out about you and Bucky. Peter looked nervous about keeping a secret from his boss, but you knew your dad wouldn’t do anything too bad to the kid. Maybe kick him off a couple missions, but nothing noteworthy. Steve and Sam looked like they really couldn’t care less, especially since Sam was the last to know.

Despite still wanting to rip Bucky’s arm off and beat him with it, Tony remained civil for your sake, at least until all of this was sorted.

The first step was getting Peter, Happy, and Pepper to try to track down where the letters came from, which likely meant scanning for fingerprints (despite how many hands held it that day alone). The second step was for you, Bucky, Tony, Sam, and Steve to scope out your building and any neighboring buildings someone may have been scoping your apartment from. There was no one someone could’ve been dangling outside your windows without you noticing. The third step was meeting with your doorman again to try to piece together some answers.

You all agreed to keep local law enforcement out of it so the culprit didn’t catch on as quickly. Having a few Avengers and Tony Stark show up at Tony’s daughter’s apartment wasn’t out of the ordinary so you could still stay under wraps. There was no reason to draw attention to your place and possibly trigger the mystery person into accelerating their plans.

With your dad’s confidence in the plan, you gradually grew more and more optimistic about the plan. If all else failed, Tony would get the two million and continue tracking the fucker down. It wouldn’t be hard to sneak a tracker into the cash and watch where it goes once it’s out of your hands. That’s when you could bring in local law enforcement.

It felt like things were finally going your way.

As you and your crew headed downstairs to drive back to your place, Steve grabbed your arm and tugged you to the side.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked quietly.

You nodded and followed him down the hall; Bucky was busy talking to Sam and Tony was on the phone briefing Rhodey so he could stand guard outside your doorman’s place for a while, giving you the perfect opportunity to step away for a minute. When Steve pulled you into a side room, you finally spoke up.

“What’s up? Is everything okay?”

Steve crossed his arms and huffed. That signature frown of his softened when he met your concerned gaze.

“I know we’re not necessarily close, but I consider you a friend. You know that, right?”

“I consider you a friend too,” you said with a nod.

“What I’m about to say... I need you to keep it between us. Don’t tell Bucky or Sam or Peter or your dad. Just between us, at least for now. Okay?”

“O-okay...? You’re making me nervous, Steve,” you admitted. “What’s going on?”

“I think I know who’s blackmailing you.”

#SORRY IT’S SUCKY AND SHORT #I’M THE WORST #bucky x reader #bucky x stark!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x stark!reader #bucky barnes series

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sapphicmumrik · 2 years

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Knuckles was first introduced in the aptly named Sonic 3 & Knuckles, the sequel to Sonic 2 which introduced Miles 'Tails' Prower as Sonic's sidekick and a second option for character choice. Not released as a whole game to start with, Sonic 3 involved Sonic and Tails, after defeating Doctor Robotnik at the end of Sonic 2, travelling for a while before finding the Floating Island (now known as Angel Island in subsequent material).

Robotnik, already having a presence on the island post Sonic 2, tricked its guardian - a red echidna named Knuckles - into siding with him by telling him that they were after the Master Emerald (M.E. from here on out), which powered Angel Island and gave it its floating ability. In reality, Robotnik himself was keen on getting his hands on the M.E. in order to power his Death Egg.

Knuckles is thus introduced into the franchise as an antagonist in a comical manner quite unlike his character and personality, chuckling and setting off various traps around the island to slow Sonic and Tails down. It's not until Hidden Palace in the sequel, Sonic & Knuckles, that they actually face off, and Eggman shows his true colours. Knuckles is electrocuted when trying to recover the M.E. from the doctor's vessel, and, reluctantly, has no choice but to show Sonic and Tails the way to the Sky Sanctuary.

He is the last of his kind, the last guardian of the M.E., and thus takes his role seriously. At first, he doesn't care for Sonic's shenanigans. He is grateful to Sonic for restoring Angel Island to its former floating self, for returning the M.E. to its shrine, but he doesn't trust him, as stated in Unknown from M.E, his character song from Sonic Adventure ("don't approve of him but gotta trust him"). Everything that Knuckles does in the subsequent games is to restore the Master Emerald and protect it and his home from harm, and if that involves teaming up with Sonic and his friends, that's what he's got to do.

It's only in recent years that Knuckles' character has become synonymous with Sonic and Tails as part of Team Sonic. As part of the original trio, he is the brawn to Tails' brain and Sonic's speed (we would say beauty but Sonic is already egotistic). There's no word on what led Knuckles to being with Tails when they deliver Eggman's letter to Sonic in Sonic Heroes, but there's a possibility Tails thought it essential to seek him out since the M.E could be targeted and Knuckles decided to approach the situation as a preventative measure, and this explains his involvement in '06 and Shadow the Hedgehog.

The OVA ("movie" in the Western world) and Adventure series adds a passion for treasure hunting that the original Knuckles never held. The only treasure that he's interested in is the Master Emerald, but he has begun to value his friends as well. In Shadow the Hedgehog, he gives encouragement and backup to the black hedgehog as part of his 'hero' quest in Glyphic Canyon, despite him not having much of a relationship with Shadow, and in the final battle with Black Doom provides advice with the others.

Speaking of the OVA, OVA!Knuckles is a free roamer, free to go where he wants. The entire world is a floating island and OVA!Knuckles is not tied down like his game counterpart is to the one location. The OVA doesn't give us knowledge on how he knows Sonic and Tails, but he freely admits to the President of South Island that he's Sonic's best friend. They have a relationship quite unlike the games where he is constantly lending a hand and rescuing Sonic from pitfalls and traps, and fixes the Tornado while Tails tinkers with Robotnik's device that he gave him to locate Robotropolis.

Various animated series tend to play up the dimwitted and gullible sides of his personality for comedic effect, and while these are parts of him, they are by no means his defining traits. Knuckles is - at his heart - loyal, brave, protective, faithful, and dutiful. His willingness to add protecting his friends and what matters to them to the role of his guardianship in Sonic Forces is admirable. He is not stupid, however, simply lacking in social interactions due to growing up alone and unable to understand when someone lies or social cues when it comes to things that he doesn't necessarily get.

Knuckles is a complex character and simply looking at his surface and going 'lol dumb' is underestimating how much of an iconic hero he really is.

#sonic the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #I got passionate lollllll #WOW this got long but please do read #sonic movie #this is all from memory

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anotherday-anothergay · 2 years

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How I'm rewiring my brain about this not being the end, a list:

1. "But Jodie looked so sad on the last day and also the interviews"

Okay? They told everyone it's the last ep. so that everyone reacts to it like us, then some time after Pwb (if we so want to mirror the old episodes👀 and end how it started) or some mastermind gets the old crew together, none of these silvias and so on and they shoot it OKAY

(i shouldn't have started with the craziest one BUT stick with me)

2. Even if this didn't happen now they basically have the episode written, they got dragged not just by us but by publications, other writers, Jodie and Sandra are so suspiciously silent about the end of the show that THEY LED AND WON AWARDS OVER, like.. this end benefits no one

3. All the plot holes this season, all the characters archs, like.. what was the point of all that (Kennys death, Konstantins letter, Carolyns point and dare?? Pam?? The Twelve?? (that i keep forgetting to even mention) ?? Villanelle being weaponless and unprotected on the deck?? The gap between s3 and s4??

4. The Carolyn spin-off?? But it's young Carolyn from what I've heard, do they think we're just gonna hate watch it??

5. Alienating their base viewers, how do they think people are gonna re-stream it now? (Homophobia (google it))

6. As people have mentioned, if they've had the kiss episode on Lesbian Visibility Day and the mom episode on Mothers day, a Villajesus return ON FREAKING EASTER - AND - BEING THE 33TH EPISODE since we're so into religion/rebirth/ressurection (RE-DO) this season?? Iconic.

7. Point 6. and Villanelle's arch that she wants to do better, Eve's arch that V is the only one who gets her. Like cmon, L*ura, u gotta be kidding us

8. It's 2022.

9. Even if an episode doesn't happen I'm sure someone's gonna ask Jodie about the ending and she's gonna give a hint of an ambiguous ending (UNLIKE THE WR*TERS)

10. I know some of yall pretend the ep ended on minute 38 which is a good cop out too, not me though, i rewatched that shit many times, forward and backwards, frame by frame, pixel by pixel, to look for signs of vitality so im going the faking-her-death route.

11. Which.. is HOW IT'S IN THE BOOKS. THE 👏 OFFICIAL 👏 BOOKS 👏 THAT THE SHOW WAS BASED ON

12. If they redeem themselves Luke sold some books in the meantime, people stop hating them, everyone wins. If they dont - everyone loses.

13. I can't comprehend how a show this witty and aware is just gonna throw it all away, it doesn't make sense.

14. (personal, with my clown dress on tonight) Im gonna conspire with the universe that it doesn't end like this, I've never cared about a show this much, they're clowning us but im gonna clown them harder, ME AND THIS SHOW ARE ENDING UP ALONE IN A ROOM TOGETHER! (not one with padded walls hopefully😭)

15. (also personal) I'm not really always optimistic but I've settled my mind about this case, I'm not going back to how i felt on sunday and monday. I've seen (good) things happening irl that if you told me about some years ago i would've laughed or sobbed so if it's "just fiction" then it's even easier to fix it. FIX IT!!!

16. THE PHYSICS?? OF THE SHOOTING SCENE?? GAYS DID MATH!

Either way I'm glad about the memes and the theories and the community around it, it made this week easier now after how it started.

I sure will add more to the list if i start having doubts again, EVERYTHING'S FINE

#i swear if someone reblogs this with a picture of a crowd of clowns..#just tag me ok #point 345. aren't some of yall like.. witches?#killing eve #killing eve spoilers #my mental health depends on it ok #villanelle #youre delusional youre deliusional mariah carey echoes in my mind #gonna completely ignore it #episode 9 #never have i imagined myself at this age into conspiracies #welppp #im only slightly embarrassed

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Constellations Ch. 2

(Yes it finally has a title. Yes this is ending up multi chaptered. Yes there’s another part I’m writing. Yes I already have an outline for a vague plot....Yes I’m still blaming @ladylynse for this XD)

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Danny was very much unprepared and underdressed for the time when some wizards fell out of his fireplace.

He paused in the doorway, spoon still in his mouth and cheeks full of cereal, as his brother stood up and brushed the soot off him with a displeased nose scrunch.

Danny swallowed. "And you couldn't just use the door?"

Honestly they're lucky his parents had left to chase down the Box Ghost earlier. Otherwise they'd be covered in a lot more than soot and ash.

Danny couldn't help the snort that escaped at the mental picture of Draco covered in ectoplasm and boiling in rage.

Draco narrowed his eyes, seeming to pick up that Danny was making fun of him. "Using the Floo was quicker."

"....quicker than walking through the door."

"It's a wizard thing you wouldn't understand." Draco snapped back, his go to response whenever he couldn't argue against Danny's logic at the moment.

"Uh huh. Anyways what are you doing here?" Danny asked, "You aren't supposed to be here for another two weeks."

Which was time previously planned for Draco to prepare for his summer in America while Danny finished school. Spend the two weeks after Hogwarts let out recuperating and making public appearances with his parents, then spend the rest of the summer with the Fentons.

Actually now that Danny was looking, it seemed Draco had come straight from school. His hair was lacking half its gel, he was still wearing his green tie, and his robes were a very boring black as opposed to the various greys and blues he flaunted around in the previous summer.

“Denebola, pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.” Drawled the man standing behind Draco.

“Hello creepy man that I have never met before,” Danny said, echoing his tone.

Draco choked on air as the discount Kylo Ren sneered at him.

“This is Professor Snape Danny.” A familiar please-don’t-say-anything-that-will-get-us-in-trouble tone coloring Draco’s words. “My godfather.”

Oh the potion guy. Danny remembers Draco talking about him now. He was friends with Draco’s parents, which didn’t really impress Danny that much as all of the Malfoy’s friends seemed to be really rich snobs or really racist. Mostly both.

But he was Draco’s godfather, the reason he got into potions, his favorite professor and someone Draco would willingly go to get advice from. So, Danny decided to reserve judgement till he met him. Well….he met him.

Danny looked Draco dead in the eyes, “My apologies.”

Draco closed his eyes in mortification, which made Danny grin internally. They were really getting the hang of the whole ‘speaking without talking to each other twin thing’.

Professor Snape just scowled at him. “Where are the….muggles?" Disdain dripped off his words, instantly making Danny defensive. He had heard enough at Malfoy Manor about disgraceful, savage muggles from Lucius. Even Draco had echoed his father till Danny dragged him kicking and screaming into being a slightly decent person.

"My parents," Danny said, stressing the word, "Are working right now."

Okay maybe they were just being their usual trigger happy selves and running after Boxy, but there was no way he was telling Professor Snape that without it leading to an hour long discussion about ghosts. And Danny did not have time for that. He shoved a giant spoonful of cereal in his mouth as he met Professor Snape's eyes and-huh.

Draco never told Danny his godfather could read minds. He could feel the light brushes of a foreign mind attempting to gleam information from his surface thoughts. Danny didn't know if it was his wizard ancestry or halfa weirdness that made him sensitive to this kind of stuff. Either way, it was useful in keeping his secrets in his head from privacy invading school teachers.

Danny glowered at Snape and immediately thought of Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up music video.

The two of them stared at each other for a minute, making Draco more and more anxious as no one said anything.

Finally Snape broke contact, "Where should his things go?"

Danny tried very hard not to smirk after winning that staring contest, "You can just leave them here, we'll get them later."

With one last displeased sneer, Snape turned to Draco. "I'm needed back at Hogwarts. I trust you are in good hands."

Draco nodded, still looking tense and anxious as hell.

Snape walked back to the fireplace. He paused next to Draco, "Take care of yourself Draco."

Draco softened under his glare, "I will Professor. Thank you."

Snape nodded and shot one more glare at Danny, who still had Rick Astley echoing in his head, before vanishing into the fireplace in a swirl of green fire.

Draco turned back to Danny and said, "You stress me out."

Danny snorted before walking back into the kitchen to put his bowl in the sink. Draco followed after him, looking at all the kitchen appliances with a barely hidden curious look.

"Something else we have in common."

"What are you wearing?" He asked with a nose scrunched in displeasure.

Danny shot him a look, "My pajamas, cause I just woke up. I haven't finished getting ready for school. You should probably change too."

"Why?"

Danny started for the stairs, Draco still following at his heels. "You can't wear robes to public school. I think you can fit in my jeans."

"What?!" Draco screeched, halting at the bottom of the stairs, "I'm not going to muggle school with you!"

"It's either that or stay here by yourself for hours." Danny said as he paused outside his room. Draco scrambled up after him. "Cause my parents won't be home for a couple more hours, after which you'll be alone with them till I get home."

Danny smirked at him, "My parents are going to be thrilled to see you, can you really handle their enthusiasm all by yourself?"

Draco could barely stand Danny showing various forms of physical affection, as proven last summer when Danny would throw an arm around Draco's shoulders and almost get hexed. And Ancients forbid Danny try to hug him. Draco might actually lose the wand and just punch him. Danny had spent most of their correspondence over the school year prepping Draco for the Fenton welcome wagon so he wouldn't hiss like a cat when he gets hugged. Okay, and maybe Danny just wanted to see his overdramatic brother's face as he is subjected to his parent's bear hugs.

Draco scowled at him, "Fine. But I'm not wearing any jeans."

Draco stomped into Danny's room and slammed the door in his face. He heard the lock click as it was shut.

"Hey! I still gotta get dressed!" Danny banged on the door, "C'mon Drake it's still my room!"

Danny groaned before walking over to the bathroom. He phased through the wall and landed on the fire escape. It took a few minutes, but he eventually maneuvered to his window and slipped in.

Draco had dug into Danny's closet and pulled out the most dressy tux Danny owned and was in the middle of putting it on.

"You are not wearing that."

Draco scowled at him, "It’s bad enough I'm lowering myself by going with you-”

“Lowering yourself?”

“-But,” he said loudly, “I absolutely refuse to wear common muggle wear. If I’m going to this school, I will not look anything less than my absolute best.”

Danny stared at him. “Drake you will be thrown into the dumpster if you wear that to my school. Let me just-”

Danny jumped on him, trying to remove the suit jacket from a struggling Draco. Draco shouted and tried to twist away, only for Danny to pull it over his head. Once Draco was out of sight, and swearing loudly at him, Danny subtly used his intangibility to yank it off him. And if he happened to remove all of Draco’s hair gel that he used to keep his hair slicked back….well, that would have gotten him thrown in a dumpster as well.

Danny tried not to laugh as Draco glared at him, his hair fluffed up and looking vaguely like an angry kitten.

"Do you know how long it takes me to fix my hair? I have to completely redo it now! And how'd you get that off me?" He pointed at the jacket Danny was throwing back in his closet.

Danny grinned at him, "Magic."

Draco gave him a flat look.

"Anyway we've got to go, otherwise I'm gonna be late again, and get detention again, and you'll be forced to either walk home by yourself or stay at school with me."

Somehow Danny had managed to get dressed and drag Draco out the door with him, texting Sam and Tucker his plans to walk so they could meet up on the way.

"What is that?" Draco leaned over to squint at the phone in Danny's hand.

"My phone. I told you about it last summer."

Draco hummed, "I thought it was broken?"

"Yeah, cause your magic blew it up. My parents fixed it." Danny shoved his phone back in his pocket like Draco was about to blow it up again. "Now what happened?"

Draco shot him a glance, before letting his eyes flicker around them. "I did try to tell you muggle 'technology' and magic doesn't always go together."

"Drake, you know that's not what I mean." He said softly.

Draco was silent, his jaw clenched and his hands shaking before he shoved them in his pockets.

They walked in silence for a while.

"You'll get hurt."

Danny looked at him.

"I…." Draco sighed, "I've never…."

Danny waited silently for him to get the words out on his own, knowing that pushing him will only make him clam up.

"You aren't like us. And I don't mean that in any bad way!" He said quickly when he saw Danny's face. "But you know what my parents are like, and their friends are so much worse, and you're the first person I've ever had to worry about. I just want you to be safe."

Oh Ancients, that was a lot to unpack there.

Danny had known something had happened during school. The two of them spent the school year exchanging letters, both of them wanting to stay in contact. Danny would tell him about his school, and his parents' antics, and explain random muggle technology to get Draco prepared for his summer with the Fentons.

Meanwhile, Draco had complained at length about Potter and a tournament and Potter being insufferable about a tournament. There was a furious letter about being turned into a ferret and how Potter and his friends keep bringing it up. Draco sent him about three feet of parchment around Christmas just making fun of Potter at a dance and how horrible he was. There was a lot about some famous Quidditch guy and then a lot about Potter’s friend stealing the famous Quidditch guy.

Draco complained about Potter a lot, okay?

But Draco never sent him a letter about the tournament results or if Potter got eaten by a bog witch or whatever it was he was hoping for the last task. He just showed up, two weeks early and clearly shaken about whatever it was that happened.

That isn’t a good sign at all. And Danny had eavesdropped enough last summer to get a decent idea as to what was going on.

“This is….this is about him isn’t it?”

Draco flinched, which was enough answer for him. Danny let out a breath.

“We can-we can talk about this later. I care about you too Drake, and I know your family is neck deep in this mess.” Danny bumped his shoulder, “You’re safe here, that’s why Narcissa sent you here right?”

Draco leaned against his brother’s shoulder, eyes still flitting across the street and his jaw clenched. “Yeah. We’re safe here.”

#queen will write #dp twin au #harry potter #draco malfoy #danny phantom #danny fenton #crossover #constellations fic #oh boy here we go #....this is coming out a little angsty #hmmm....that was not supposed to happen #i know five-rivers is writing a fic too #but we seem to be going different directions with it #they're bringing danny to the wizarding world #i'm shoving malfoy at the muggle one #oh i haven't even got to the part where he actually goes to the school #*rubs my hands maniacally*#this is gonna be fun

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troped-fanfic-challenge · 2 years

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TROPED CHOICE: THROWBACK — ROUND 2 FICS + VOTING LINK!

Here are the four (4!!) fics we received for Troped: Throwback that sent us back in time to some of our favourite events we've hosted! We got fics from four (4!!!) fandoms, including a brand new fandom for Troped!

Please try to read as many fics as you can! Take some notes, leave some kudos/comments for the authors, and help us vote on the winners!

Voting ends February 12th 11:59pm EST! Winners will be announced on the 13th!!

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Let Me Be Your Good Night (Rated M) [Critical Role - Jester Lavorre/Beauregard Lionett]

Content Warnings: N/A

Prompt: Chopped Choice: Smut / Theme: Canonverse - Tropes: Based on a Song (Temporary Fix by One Direction), Almost kiss/interrupted before kissing, Friends with benefits, POV Switch

Summary: There’s an idea brewing in Jester's eyes, something that always fills Beau with equal parts excitement and apprehension. Sometimes Jester’s ideas are mischievous and marvelous, sometimes they’re chaotic and concerning, and sometimes it’s hard to tell which until after it’s done. “What if you taught me?” Jester says. Beau blinks. “What?” “You could teach me,” Jester says. “You have experience. You know how to… you know.” Beau blinks more. “Are you propositioning me?” Or, Jester wants experience, Beau has experience, it just makes sense. Girls helping girls, you know? It doesn't have to mean anything... right?

I ain't gotta tell him (I think he knows) (Rated M) [The Old Guard - Yusuf/Nicolo (Joe/Nicky)]

Content Warnings: N/A

Prompt: Chopped Choice: Smut / Theme: Canonverse - Tropes: One character writes the other a smutty letter, Masturbation, One character gives the other a gift, Reunion

Summary: When Nicolo and Yusef are apart, they write each other letters. They can't always say everything they want to say, but they always know what the other means. I am enclosing a small token that I obtained from an artist in town; I thought you might enjoy it. He’s a talented woodworker who creates many intricate pieces – animals, plants, even buildings. This particular design is rather simple, but I thought it might interest you. The long, rounded, slightly textured shape feels familiar and yet somehow abstract, able to be interpreted in a multitude of ways. The surface is smooth under your fingers and finished to a warm glow – it is quite nice to the touch. I hope this gift will make you think of me with pleasure.

You've Got The Kind of Eyes That Make Me Say Forever (Rated M) [The 100 - Echo/Luna]

Content Warnings: N/A

Prompt: Chopped: HTE 2.0 / Theme: Fluff - Tropes: Fake dating, A joke kiss that turns into a real kiss, Blanket fort, One character is sleeping and the other is watching them totally in love

Summary: "It started with a cat." Echo gets dragged to a cat cafe where she meets a pretty girl. Raven is an insufferable best friend and Echo is a little bit of a chicken. A chance encounter leads to a fake date to a wedding. But a happily ever after might just be possible, with a little help from an unlikely source. All fluff and sweetness. And the cutest cat.

but I'd be content with time well spent (savor the taste of sugar) (Rated G) [Shadow and Bone - Kaz/Inej]

Content Warnings: N/A

Prompt: Chopped Choice 1.0 / Theme: Canonverse - Tropes: 4+1, Character not looking for love, Mistaken for a couple, POV Switch

Summary: “Inej couldn’t reconcile Kaz’s sweet tooth with his resistance to affection and love, nor with the fact that acts of service were one of her love languages - particularly, cooking for her loved ones. If there were any universal truths to be known about Inej, it was that she loved Kaz. Begrudgingly, annoyingly, carefully so, but she loved him, which meant she had, on more than one occasion, cooked for and fed him.” or 4 times Inej fed Kaz + 1 time he returned the favor

#Troped Choice: Throwback #troped: throwback #masterlist #voting #round 2: Throwback #troped choice 7.0

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julie-thefatones · 3 years

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Ghost of You || Luke x Reader || Part 4

A/N: Your best friends with Julie, since the stamp was removed from the boys they are able to be seen by lifers at choice and can touch lifers at choice, but are still ghosts. You and Luke grow closer and closer starting to go from friends to more than that and everyone starts to notice, it just takes a little longer for you two to figure it out.

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3

Side Note: The song that Luke "writes" about Y/N is in fact Moving Along by 5 SOS look it up its a good one

Word Count: 3,088

WARNINGS: 16+ (Sexual References)

It had been weeks since yours and Lukes encounter, in fact you guys have barely talked.... Anytime you guys hung out it was always with the group and only the group and every time he would barely even look at you, you didnt really know what to think of it .... you missed him, yeah you knew that it was gonna be different than before but not this different... You were walking out of 4th period when Carrie came jogging down the hall to catch up with you "Hey Y/N! im gonna walk with you" She said in her normal high pitched Carrie voice, you gave her a shy but inviting smile and then hugged your books to your chest, you hadn't really felt like your self since this whole thing happened, Carrie could see the sadness in your demeanor "Are you okay Y/N? you have been down for like..... weeks" Carried asked with concern, you kind of sighed because thinking about it was hard enough let alone talking about, but you thought your friend deserved an explanation, you glanced in Carries direction "Not really" you said with sadness in your voice "Me and Luke had an... incident so to speak a few weeks ago and it kind of caused a rift in our friendship and now he won't even look at me or talk to me....." you sighed and looked down at the floor "I miss him" you said in a barely audible sad tone, Carrie came closer to you and put a gentle hand on your back showing she cared "Can I ask ... what happened between you and Luke.... you guys were so close, like it was rare to ever see you guys not together" Carrie asked in a soft tone trying not to be pushy, you contemplated on telling her or not *What do I got to loose* you thought to yourself then stopped walking, turning to face Carrie

"Okay.... you just cant tell anyone okay" you said getting close enough to Carrie so that only she could hear what you were saying, her eyes widened with intrigue "Yeah, I promise Y/N" she said urgently to insure you knew that she wouldn't tell a soul "Me and Luke......" you started saying, then stopping to look side to side, to make sure that no one was listening to what you were saying, then looking straight back into Carries eyes "Me and Luke, almost slept together... like it was going to happen but then ... Alex and Reggie Poofed in and then it was a huge mess and then Me and Luke agreed to just be friends and now we are here" You said in a slight urgent whisper, Carries mouth was wide open with shock with her eyes bugged out of her head "Carrie?" you said widening your eyes in concern to why she wasn't answering yet "Carrie!" you exclaimed in hopes she would snap out of it "YOU AND LUKE WHAT!" she yelled in which you immediately slammed your hand over her mouth "Can you not yell maam" you said with tight lips and wide eyes, Carrie shook her head yes under your mouth and relaxed, you released your hand from her mouth in which she started talking instantly "Im sorry! you and Luke what? why am I just now hearing this" Carrie exclaimed in a whispered tone, you sighed and continued walking down the hallway, in which she followed after you "Because I didnt want anyone to know .... I didnt want to make a big deal.... especially since Luke isn't even talking to me ..... I don't know... I just really really miss him" You said in a melancholy tone, Carrie looked at you as if she was gonna say something and then Alex poofed in right in front of you and Carrie, stopping you both in your tracks "Woah! Hey Alex" You said in a high pitched tone, you thought you would be used to them popping in like that by now but you weren't "Luke misses you too! hes driving me crazy" Alex exclaims motioning his hands from his head like he is going out of his mind, You just look at Alex not really knowing what to say, Carrie just looking back and forth from you to Alex waiting for one of you to speak again, Alex continues on with his rant "Y/N! hes so mopey, hes just sitting around all day writing in his stupid freaking song book with his sad Luke face! and anytime I try to ask him to do something or ask him what wrong he just looks at me with that face you know that Luke face that is just like brooding and HIS LUKE

FACE!" Alex says in frustration all while pacing back and forth in front of you guys, messing with his hair in frustration and annoyance, and then he abruptly stops in front of you with wild eyes, grabbing both your shoulders "Y/N! you gotta go make up with him or something! I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Alex exclaims, you had to admit this was slightly entertaining you couldn't help but chuckle, but then you sighed thinking about the *You gotta make up with him* part of what Alex said "Theres nothing to make up, we aren't fighting ..... we just ..... I guess aren't as close as we were" You said back to your sad voice , Alex rolls his eyes throwing his hands up in the air doing a slight twirl to face away from you and then a quick motion back to face you "BULL CRAP! YOU GUYS CANT GO FROM ALMOST BONING EACH OTHER TO NOT TALKING AT ALL THAT FAST!! YOU GUYS NEED TO TALK! NOW" Alex exclaims, now pushing you toward the door, Carrie just laughing and then following after to not miss anything "GET HIM OUT OF MY STUDIO, AND FIX HIM!" Alex continues pushing you out the door, him and Carrie just standing in the hallway looking out the door as you walk down the street in major confusion to what just happened, Alex sighs "I really hope I got through to her but wasn't like mean ya know" he says tilting his head to the side as he watched you walk away through the school doors, Carrie tilting her head in the same direction but snapping it up ward to look at Alex "No I think you did a great job! very well executed" She said with reassurance, Alex snaps his head up to look back at her "Thank you, ya know I just ..... I really want Luke out of the studio" He said bringing his hand to heart.

As you walked down the street you decided you weren't gonna go see Luke, it just felt too weird and you didnt want to impose, you just decided to go home... you just wanted to sleep! not talk to anyone or deal with anyone! just sleep! you thought to yourself....... your feet dragged you up the stairs into your room, you slammed the door and face planted on your bed when you noticed something in the corner of your eye... It was your guitar, Luke had kept it with him since he gifted it to you just to keep it safe, but there it was, with its own stand and everything, then you noticed a note sticking out of the strings, you quickly rolled out of your bed to stumble over and read it, you gently pulled the note out of the strings being careful not to damage the guitar in any way, the front of the note read To: Y/N you could tell it was Luke who left it there because of the awful, but cute hand writing, it smelled like him and you thought that was a weird thing to think but .... you missed that smell, you took a moment thinking about the last time you breathed in his scent.... flashing back to the night you guys almost..... you shook your head bringing your self back to focus and opening the letter

Dear Y/N,

Hey.... long time no talk eh? how are you? I don't know why im asking that this is a letter not a text message..... anyway! here's your guitar, figured it wouldn't be any good to ya if you didnt have it. It didnt have a strap or anything so I took the liberty of picking one out for you, I figured you would like this one it has checkers all over it, It will match your vans... and my vans too! thats pretty cool .... I almost bought one for my self I think still might, look at us matching guitar straps! Reggie is gonna be so jealous! Anyway, I hope your doing good ... Oh! and good luck on you French test! I know you were nervous about that, I know youre gonna rock it! you always do

-Luke

You closed the letter holding it to your chest and smiling, you lightly lifted the guitar strap with your finger to look at it, you chuckled noticing that you were actually wearing your checkered vans today. You removed your finger letting the strap fall gently back to place, you sighed curling your legs up to your chest. You remembered that the band had a show tonight... *Should I go?* you thought to your self... you initially thought you wouldn't go, but it would be nice to support your friends, and maybe you and Luke should talk *Okay Im gonna go!* you thought to your self confidently, but first you needed a nap.

It was 7:00pm, you arrived at the venue of the gig 30 minutes before their performance, the place was packed! you knew you should have gotten their earlier, but it was hard enough to get out of bed to get here... wasn't exactly easy for you.

You danced along with the bands that were on before Julie and the boys, you noticed Flynn and Carrie across the venue, they noticed you back waving their hands in the air in excitement for you to join them, You grow a big smile and excitedly run over to join them... you hug them in a greeting, and just then you heard the announcer say "Please put your hands together for Julie and The Phantoms" the crowd goes wild, Julie and the boys had become quite popular in your town, You, Carrie, and Flynn made it a point to be the loudest ones out of everyone though. Julie entered the stage, alone like she always did, she made her way over to the keyboard and sat down. She pressed one button on the keyboard in order for the boys to poof on stage, Luke immediately starts singing while simultaneously playing the guitar "Thinking bout you lots lately! Have you been eating breakfast alone like me! Thinking bout you lots lately Oh are you moving along!" You had never heard this song before, it must have been new, Luke played and sang effortlessly, you didnt really notice the lyrics until you noticed Carrie and Flynn looking at you with curious wide eyes, Luke sang with such passion in his voice, he always did but this time seemed different. When the bridge came Luke found you in the crowd his eyes getting big but then locking his eyes with yours as he sang, not breaking his stare, singing "Scared of moving on, but you're already gone So if you're moving on, won't you just tell me? Scared of moving on, but you're already gone So if you're moving on, won't you just tell me?" As soon as the bridge ended he broke your gaze, you shook your head in order to get your self to recover, you look over at Carrie and Flynn who were watching you for your reaction, you look back up at the stage, Luke and Reggie were doing their classic move of sharing the mic during the chorus, then Luke broke off, playing the melody on his guitar with such... what seemed like anger, or frustration. You started questioning if you should have even come tonight *Was this a mistake..... he looks mad* you thought to yourself, now biting your thumb due to your new anxiety toward the situation. When the song ended Luke shook his hair which was now damp with sweat, and then he stared at you, you couldn't tell what his emotions were at this moment.... *oh boy, how am I gonna make it through this night* you thought to your self.

The band had a great set, after the new song they played Finally Free, which was one of your favorites, then they did Bright. You were really proud of your best friend and how successful her and the boys were becoming. The whole event was over and the place was now pretty much empty, it was just you, Carrie, and Flynn waiting for Julie and the Boys to come out from the back. You were super nervous to see Luke, you didnt know what to say, was that song about you? you wondered to your self.... in the middle of your internal crisis you saw Julie coming from the back with Alex, Reggie following behind all smiling and then Luke shortly after them, he wasn't smiling though, he was just anxiously messing with the hair behind his head. Carrie and Flynn ran up to Julie to give her a hug to congratulate her on the show, you broke your gaze from Luke in order to do the same, you quickly ran over to give your best friend a hug "Congrats Jules! that was an amazing show!" you exclaimed and then motioned to the boys "All of you!" you said looking at all of them, and then setting your eyes on Luke just a little longer than everyone else, he just shyly smiled in response "Thanks Y/N!" Reggie Exclaimed "Did you like the first song? Luke wrote it about you!" Reggie continued with a big smile and a slight chuckle at the end, Lukes eyes widened with annoyance, Alex just turned slowly to face Reggie, his eye twitching in the process, Reggie just looked confused at both of them "What? was she not supposed to know" Reggie asked like he really didnt know, You just stood there shyly, not really knowing what to say, Carries eyes widened "Well!! Flynn! Julie! Alex! and Reggie! I think there is something over here you guys should see its really cool?" Carrie said breaking the awkward tension, or trying to at least, motioning everyone in to the other side of the venue in order to give you and Luke some privacy "Why whats over here?" Reggie asked confused, in which Alex pulled his arm with annoyance rolling his eyes "Just come on reg!" Alex said with a frustrated tone pulling him in the direction Carrie was leading everyone. Soon enough they all disappeared behind a curtain on the other side of the venue, You turned to look at Luke who had his hands in his front pockets, he looked up to make eye contact with you, a half smile appeared on his face as you guys shared a look, you couldn't help but smile a little too. Luke lifted one leg up and then hoped forward to get closer to you "Soooo....." He said as if he didnt know what to do next, You put your hands in your back pockets, then motioned your shoulders forward a little "Sooooo" You echoed back to him, he chuckled "Did you like the show?" He said motioning toward the stage, you nodded your head yes "Yeah!! you guys rocked it as usual" You said, you felt awkward because you had so many things you wanted to say but you didnt want to overwhelm him or feel like you were over stepping, He made a slight whistle shaking his head yes then looking down at his foot which was resting on its heel motioning side to side, "Was that song really about me?" You blurted out with out even thinking, or realizing what you were doing, Luke froze and then looked up with wide eyes, his lips still pursed from whistling and then he relaxed his position putting his foot down and removing his hands from his pockets "Okay, we're just gonna jump right into it..... yeah! it was" he said with a slightly frustrated tone, you bit your lip not really understanding "Wh- why?" you asked truly wondering why he wrote it, you guys both agreed to be friends and you guys never dated so what was there to move on from, he looked at you scrunching his eyebrows together "Why?" He said back confused to why you were confused, you don't know why but you were getting angry "Yeah!" You said throwing your hands in the air "Why Luke! Why everything! Why have you been avoiding me! why have you been so absent!!!" You exclaimed, starting to tear up "So what we almost slept together! BIG DEAL! THAT DOESNT MEAN YOU HAVE TO CUT ME OFF! THAT DOESNT ME YOU

HAVE TO

TURN AWAY FROM ME!" You didnt realize it but you were yelling, tears were streaming down your face, you wiped your tears with the sleeve of your jacket "I missed you so much..... so much Luke..... so yeah why?" you said softer with a crack in your voice, Luke bit his lip in frustration "You wanna know why?!" he exclaimed moving one step closer to you "Because you mean more to me than I could ever imagine someone meaning to me, youre the most amazing person I have ever met!" He exclaimed, now him growing tears in his eyes "AND WHEN YOU KEPT SAYING WE'RE JUST FRIENDS IT EFFING BROKE ME INSIDE BECAUSE IM SO IN LOVE WITH YOU THAT IT HURTS! OKAY! THAT THE FACT YOU DONT WANT ANYTHING MORE THAN JUST FRIEND SHIP KILLS ME INSIDE! SO YEAH I AVOIDED SEEING YOU BECAUSE EVERYTIME I SAW YOU THE PAIN WAS UNBEARABLE BECAUSE ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS GRAB YOU AND HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS AND CALL YOU MINE!" He yelled, grabbing his hair in frustration "There ya go! thats why!" he exclaimed finishing his statement, You stood there gathering the ends of your jacket sleeve in your fists, looking at Luke with red puffy eyes, and before you could respond Luke picked up his guitar, wiped his eyes and poofed out.

#Luke Patterson #Luke Patterson x reader #luke patterson x y/n #Luke Patterson fanfic #Luke Patterson fan fiction #Jatp luke #jatp Luke fanfic #jatp Luke x reader #jatp Luke x y/n #Charlie gillespie #Marys fanfic #Charlie Gillespie luke

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angst-fairygodmother · 3 years

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Oh! I saw your requests were open! Yay! Could you give me maybe 40 or 74 from the prompts to crush your soul, with Luther? and a reader from the 60s?

A/N: You asked for the soul-crushing prompts, so I went Full Angst on this one. In like a yearning way. I think I might cry, never mind y’all. Word Count: 1586 Rating: G - Angst, spoilers for TUA season 2 but nothing too intense I think

Dear Luther,

Confused? I slipped this in your pocket while you weren’t looking obviously. Couldn’t let you leave without a souvenir of Dallas. I wasn’t sure when you’d be going, so this seemed like the best way to do it.

“Luther, sugar? What’s the matter?” you asked, immediately spotting your boyfriend’s distress when he walked in. It was obvious in the flatness of his face and the slump of his broad shoulders.

“Hi, Y/N,” he said and even his voice lacked any real tone.

You set aside the pants you’d been pulling a ruined seam out of and crossed the room to wrap your arms around him (as best you could). Immediately, he hugged back, pressing you close. Your ear to his chest, you could feel how ragged his breathing was, as if he was scared or in some sort of distress.

“My brother showed up at the club yesterday,” he said softly.

“Oh! That’s fantastic. Why do you sound like it’s a death sentence?” you frowned in confusion, leaning back in his arms to look up at him.

“Because, knowing him, it is one.”

I didn’t understand it, why your brother popping in was such a bad thing. I thought, you know, maybe they didn’t get along, you told me about how your childhood was rough and all. Family ain’t easy, but I figured he was still family and it would all work out. And I’d be by your side to support you til it did. Guess I was wrong huh?

“Why don’t we go upstairs?” you suggested, stepping past him to flip your door sign to closed, despite it being several hours early for that.

“Y/N...I…” he sounded exhausted as he sighed the words out.

“I just mean to talk, don’t worry. It might be more comfortable.”

He nodded after a moment, eyes following you as you locked the door and till, then body following as you ducked into the back room and up the narrow staircase to your apartment on the next floor. He ducked awkwardly through the doorway, as he always did, and you led the way to the couch. Once he had settled himself, you turned to face him, knees bumping together.

“Alright, tell me,” you said seriously.

He sighed heavily, deflating, before he started to speak. He had told you before some about his childhood, how he wasn’t from Dallas and it was a very different place than the one he’d grown up in, and how he and his six siblings were all adopted by a very rich man who saw them as pawns in some grand plan. Now, as he filled in the details of time travel and supernatural powers and other mad things, he seemed to be staring past you, and you couldn’t blame him. You were sure that your face was probably going through quite the journey of confusion, shock, and maybe even skepticism before you cycled through again. And knowing him, he was feeling guilty, like by not sharing all of this right away, he had lied to you somehow.

“So you’re saying your brother showing up is a bad thing, because he’s going to want to find everyone else and go back to...fifty years in the future?” you asked when he had finally finished his wild tale.

“Yes,” he sighed. “And he thinks if we don’t then it’s going to be the end of the world ten days from now.”

“You know, Luther, there are easier ways to break up with a girl.”

I thought this was all some big practical joke. It just doesn’t seem like it could ever be real. But you believed it, and I believe you. So after you fell asleep, I wrote this silly letter, slipped into your coat pocket so that you’d find it later. That way if you really did have to disappear without warning, I’d still have gotten to say goodbye, sorta, and speak my piece.

“I’m not trying to break up with you, Y/N, I promise. I love you.”

“Aw, Luther, I love you too,” you smiled at him, leaning in to give him a quick kiss, confusing him with your shift of mood. “I know you’re not trying to break up with me, but you gotta admit, your story’s a little nuts.”

You fixed him with a critical stare and he chuckled ruefully.

“That’s why I didn’t tell you about it before,” he said sheepishly. “And I was...ashamed of who I used to be. I didn’t want you to think less of me.”

“Think less of you? Why would I think less of you?” you shook your head disbelievingly. “Because you made mistakes?”

“I caused the end of the world.”

“Not yet,” you laughed.

He sighed, giving you an exasperated look.

“I know, I’m making fun, but I’m serious too.”

You reached over, laying a hand on his cheek, drawing his gaze to you.

“Everyone in the world, through all of time, has regretted something they’ve done. You know you’ve done it, and you’re trying to make it better. That’s what matters.”

I thought writing a letter would be easy, because I don’t have to look at your face. But I keep seeing it in my head anyway. And I don’t know how to find the words I want to say to you.

I love you. That’s the most important one. And I should have opened the letter with that, but there’s no space to go back.

I’m going to miss you. I already miss you, and you’re asleep in the bed not six feet from me. I guess there are worse things though, than having someone that means so much. I’d rather have to miss you than to have never met you.

“I want to,” he said hesitantly. “But what if fixing things means...leaving?”

“Why would leaving be so bad?”

“You’re joking right?” he scoffed. “I’d be leaving you behind. And that’s not fair!”

“Oh, sugar, it’s never fair,” you tilted your head sadly, voice kept at a whisper as you tried to keep back tears. “ It’s okay if you have to go.”

“No it’s not. I like it here, and who I am. And...I love you. I don’t want to give that up.”

“We had a year. A really good year. And that’s more than some people can say.”

“But we deserve more.” His voice was rising as he got more upset, and he was shifting agitatedly.

“Do we? Says who?”

“Says me!” he shouted, standing up and starting to pace. You reached out for him, catching him by the hand and trying to guide him back to the couch, but he shook you off. “Everything I’ve done has been for my dad, because he said it was what we were supposed to do. We were supposed to save the world. And instead, we ended it. And then we came back here and got a second chance at having a life. I like who I am, I like what I have. I love you. Why should I have to give it up?”

“Luther, baby. Sugar. Nothing’s set in stone. Maybe you and your family will find another way, if any of them have half the motivation you do. And maybe you won’t. If leaving is what it takes, it’s okay if you have to go.”

He stopped, turning to look at you, finally. There were tears in his eyes and you stood to meet him, standing on your tip-toes to press a tender kiss to his mouth.

“But if you might, and you don’t know when, maybe we shouldn’t waste what could be all the time we got left?”

Can I ask you for something? Is that fair to do in a letter? I hope it is, because I gotta say it.

Please don’t forget me. I’m just a nobody tailor from Dallas, and you’re literally saving the world, but I think we had something special, and I know you do too. I don’t want to disappear just because we’re not together anymore, okay? You don’t have to seek me out or nothing. I won’t still be pretty in fifty years, and I don’t want you to see me like that. Just, remember sometimes. Think of the good times and smile.

But don’t pine after me forever, though. Maybe for a few months or something is fine. It’s okay to move on eventually though. You should. You’re so wonderful, you deserve to be happy. Even if it can’t be with me.

I love you, Luther Hargreeves.

With all my heart,

Y/N

There were tears in his eyes as Luther smiled down at the page in his hand. Somehow, he had been lucky enough to find the most perfect person in the world, and then lose them. He couldn’t believe you even thought they had to ask though, for him to remember them. Of course he would. Every day. Especially with this letter, scented just slightly like the laundry soap that was such a part of them, to help with. He wanted to read it over and over until he went blind from squinting at the tight scripted letters.

Carefully, he folded it and tucked it back into the envelope it came from, the one with just the word “Goodbye” written on it, and tucked it back into the inner pocket of his coat, where it could sit close to his heart. Even if he did feel like he’d left the organ back in 1963.

#not thrilled with the formatting but it'll do?#I fell asleep for like 2 hours and then woke up with a desperate drive to finish this #so it's finally done #Luther Hargreeves x reader #The Umbrella Academy fic #angst #if the formatting or whatever is unclear please give me a gentle poke and I'll rework it?

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Love me for who I am now

Bucky x Reader ( Chapter 1 )

Part1 / Next

Summary: You apply for the Stark internship and end up getting it, so now you have 5 months to make a good impression to continue working with the Avengers.

A/N: This is my first Marvel fic and I am taking it as a challenge. It is opposite of what my account was made, but here I go. Sorry for any mistakes made, hope you enjoy it even a tiny bit.

Word count: 3,281

Warmings: fights, harsh language, not part of the original MCU

Y/N- Your name Y/L/N: Your Last Name

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Through sleepless nights and dark circles, books and pens, through months of work you reached your goal. The moment you received the acceptance letter from Stark University you almost flew out the window without a fear in your mind. This was it!

Time had passed since that moment, but it is still engraved in your mind- a memory keeping you strong during the hard midterms and piles of work, even the small glimmers of regret. Trying your best wasn’t an option, you could do only that and no less. It was no easy task, lost social life as much as you tried to keep it. You were really lucky you had good friends that understood and supported you. University wasn’t easy for anyone making this one even tougher. People of all ages, backgrounds and cultures were piled up with you in this building. The best of the best as the slogan said, the ones that proved themselves and emerged victorious.

When you were young ,you used to spend a lot of time with your uncle at his places outside the country. He would introduce you to his work colleagues and things you had never seen before. There was a time where you would spend months on end with him. Not many memories were left from those moments in your head. At one point you spend a few years with him, your mother thought it would be good experience for you and it turned out to be nothing but the truth-at least you hoped so. You learned a lot from him and his friends, it felt like each spend day would offer you more knowledge in areas you never knew of. Computer work, ways of thinking and so much more that had become second nature to you.

The sky was tinted in a wash of oranges, reds and yellows bleeding one into the other, swirling around the sun emitting them. The day was ending, but you found yourself filling up an application in the library, covered by the silence and smell of exam worry.

Sponsored and founded by the one and only Tony Stark, this establishment offered an internship. Being part of the Avengers, Tony didn’t let just anyone from the students attending in, even if they were the best labeled by the school. It had been a year and a half since you started pushing yourself harder to be able to apply and there was nothing that could stop you. Pressing your finger over the enter button was very nerve wrecking yet simple. Even if it didn’t work out this year, you planned to do it again and again ,till he had no other choice but give you a chance.

Usually F.R.I.D.A.Y. went over everything and left only the applications worth going over by Tony himself or Pepper. The next 5 weeks for you were very stressful, but there was nothing more you could do but wait and focus on your own work. The first person you wanted to tell about this was your uncle. He went to work in some distant place where they had no internet so you switched to mail. Not as much paper under his name passed through your hands, as he had stopped answering you. You missed him, but the muddy childhood memories kind of compensated for that.

“Did you send it in?” the phone muffled a bit the sweet voice coming from the speaker

“Yeah, a few days ago actually.” You answered with a gentle sigh

“And no answer yet?” the girl’s pitch rose at the end of the sentence, amazed at that what she just heard

“I know, I know. Think about it though Nea. Who knows how many applications get submitted. Someone has to brush through them after all.” defending the situation was a form of coping for you, made you feel hopeful.

“So you are trying to tell me Tony Stark’s interface or whatever it’s called, can’t sort them out in a couple of hours? Come on Y/N! You and I both know you are trying to make yourself feel better.” The small pause made you anxious over what Nea said “Listen.” A breathy start of the sentence “ I don’t mean to brag, but I think I am one of the people who know exactly how much you deserve this. You were never the studious type, plus that you were gone for years on end with that mysterious uncle of yours. I never expected you to suddenly go for Stark University. Your dream changed you, from this quiet kid to crazy ol’ you right now on the call with me.I ain’t letting you bust yourself up over this just because it didn’t happen the first time around-”

Ding ding

Nea’s deep speech was cut off before she could unleash herself completely, by the slight ring of your phone’s notification.

“Who tf has the audacity to text while the great me is giving this legendary –“

Ding!

The second time the sound sung out made her choke up with anger, you could almost see the fumes coming out of the phone.

“WHO IS IT!” a loud hiss pierced your ear

“Maybe if you gave me a minute I could answer your question.” Pulling the call down, your finger ran over the screen to the email, making your notification lamp blink like a car. Almost instantly it opened before your eyes and you gasped. The action made you swallow suddenly and cough out a bit ,giving poor Nea an idea about the level of shock you were in.

“What?What? You can’t just almost die and not tell me what is going on.” She proceeded with a not so tasteful interrogation.

“I-…they accepted my application…” at the end a small smile flowed over your lips contorting the sound coming out

“Stop!?” she choked up as well “You gotta be fucking with me!? No fucking way this is real!”

“I am honest. It says here that they liked my skill set, my grades and the way of thinking I presented in my essay. I got the spot Nea! I fucking did it!” you threw the phone on the bed letting it bounce as you started dancing.

“Of course you did! I told you! You will be working with THE AVENGERSSSS!” at some point it sounded like your best friend was more excited than you “When do you start?”

“Well…” taking a second to calm down and re-establish contact with your phone, you looked up the schedule that came attached with the email “…ok…so it says here that I will be starting on Monday so~ in 2 days? “

“So soon! Any requirements for the job miss Avenger’s sidekick?” and the teasing begins

“A list, surprisingly.” Rolling onto your back, you held the screen away and above your face, scrolling past “ I guess my first job will be with Dr. Banner in the lab. Apparently I will be given some sort of assignments throughout the 5 months work span. I will be monitored by Dr. Bruce Banner and the grading, I guess if you can call It that ,will be done by Tony Stark himself.”

“Basically Hulk will be your babysitter.” once this girl starts teasing she never stops even in amazing situations such as this one, good thing you loved her “That sounds so cool though! You will be able to meet Captain America and Black Widow~! I am so jelly of you I swear! When you leave work make sure to wait for someone from the group to walk by, omgggg I am fangirling so much right now.What if you go to dinners with them!?AAAAA!”

“Fun thing about that.” Your eyes landed on the last paragraph of the email “It says here that I am supposed to move into the compound and stay there till further notice. The whole idea is that if I do things well I will get a permanent job. Weird…” you hummed

“Weird !? How? That is so cool! Who knows you might even become an Avenger! You will be living with them anyways.” at this point Nea was either not breathing or hyperventilating so fast you couldn’t hear it

“Don’t be ridiculous.” your attention landed once more on the thought process you had a moment ago “I don’t get one thing. They say here that my PE grades combined with my IT and overall studies make me a great candidate, but I don’t remember sports being a requirement at all, or even providing them in the first place. Does it mean that if my grades were low in that department I wouldn’t have gotten the spot?”

“I guess people of science aren’t that flexible. Who cares anyways! You got in, no ifs and buts. I am telling you, at this point you could be an Avenger.” poor girl began thinking of names and suit designs for you “ Hurry up and pack those bags before I drop by with take away, so we can gossip over Steve Rogers’s abs.”

“Um…don’t get me wrong he is super hot, I just see the Cap more like an older brother figure than anything.” It was true, you looked up to him since the first time you studied about the Civil War. Fearless, gave his life in a way for his people, astonishing man over all.

“Hey! Let me drool over him! You were always more of a Winter Soldier fan anyways.” Nea pouted audibly . Her words made some lone memory pop up in your head, but it was as murky as the rest. “I don’t know why I am interested in him. Somehow his look is very nostalgic and rugged. Anyways. ”you shook your head out of the mental image of the soldier “I will go pack up, tell my parents and fix up all my documents. Probably find some stuff from former Stark employees online. I want to have a bit of an idea of what he expects and what I am getting myself into.”

“Fine fine, you could have just said you like troubled guys. You were the one who was happy Loki got a second chance after all. I will be over in like 3 hours.” She informed you

“Hey! He deserved to redeem himself, he was used!” a firm Loki supporter as always “Ok then, see ya.”

Hanging up the call you placed your phone to charge and rolled off your bed. The email gave vague information about what you needed, but clothing wise you would still be able to come home and get stuff if you had to. What was on top of your priorities were papers, documents, all your research materials and tech. Those things had to be organized no matter what ,since they got you this far in the first place.

Nae came over as planned and you two had a nice sleepover talking about you know who. The night came and left, letting the morning find you in your bed at 11am. Your forearm rested on top of your forehead in a relaxed manner, letting enough space for an exhale to linger in the air in front of you. Your mind was going over everything that was about to happen to you. It was one of your dreams, you worked for it nonstop day in day out, so why were you so worried about meeting the rest of the Avengers? Maybe it was just anxiety or fear of the unknown, yeah made sense.

All you did during the day was make lists for every piece of tech you were binging with yourself. Things seemed to be in order, but worry kept nibbling on your bones. The moment of truth finally rolled up and so did your suitcase in front of your house. Nea came to send you off as she promised.

“Sweetie, make sure to call us every day. Eat well, don’t overwork yourself and-“ your mom went off with caution about anything and everything that came to mind

“Mom, you know I am going 3 blocks down from here right? Plus I can come home at any time I want to. I am not moving to Mars or getting arrested.” You smirked the panic away from her, giving them a big hug.

“Call me or text me when you get there.” Nea pulled you in, whispering in your ear as quietly as possible “And don’t forget to sneak me a booty pick of good ol’Cap. You know what they say-”

“That is America’s ass.” Your voice came out in a mocking tone

“That i-…let me at least finish it by myself! Geez!” she pushed you towards the door “Ok ok, go now before you spoil me something else” her arms crossed in front of her chest

The walk wasn’t that long, you were too invested in your own thoughts to notice when the time and distance had passed. The glistening windows of the compound building shined into your eyes. Your lungs filled up with a breath that they kept in for a moment, before releasing it back in the outside world. Pulling out the documents you stepped in. The fresh smelling air hit you making you close one eye for a second.

People were walking around you fast and concentrated. Some looked in a hurry, others were on break with a cup of coffee and a strain-leaving expression.

Your feet, as slightly shaky as they were, took you right up to the front desk were a lady with a dark rich red colored uniform looked at you. She flashed a professional smile, her eyes asking for your purpose.

“Um, hello. My name is Y/N -Y/L/N.” she saw the logo on your papers and gasped

“You must be the new intern Mr. Stark told us about.” She signed something and reached out “Can you give me your hand for a second.” Your fingers didn’t go past the surface of the desk when she pocked your skin. Pulling in your extremity, your palm wrapped around the spot that began to sting a bit “Don’t worry about it. This is your identification pass. Fancy, no?” she smiled winking. Her body stood up as she pointed at the elevator far in the back of the foyer.

Instructions were given with each step of the way, calming your nerves a bit. The moment you found yourself inside the elevator she pulled your hand to the sensor on the wall next to the buttons.

Recognized: Code 2514. Welcome Miss Y/N

Your head shot up when F.R.I.D.Y.’s voice echoed in the small space. The women smiled giving you a small nod and stepped out of the vicinity. Once her body was outside ,the doors slid closed. Over them glowed a protective blue light layering over the material like a soft veil.

It felt like you weren’t moving an inch. Your body flinched when the sun stung at your eyes from the window. Your gaze landed over the view of the city, as you went higher and higher, ascending into the clouds The blues and yellows were covering the inside of the elevator, such vibrant and lovely colors warming your body. For a moment your heart felt heavy- lost memory tugged onto it again. An often occurrence lately, yet you kept brushing off as deja vu.

Floor 134. Welcome to the Avenger’s compound Miss Y/N

“134!?” the numbers cracked out with your voice. The interface made you turn towards the opposite opening doors revealing a room as big as a hall, if not almost a stadium. The ceiling was high being the lid to this round area. Your heart beat increased pumping blood to your body, dilating your pupils at least twice their original size. It look amazing, almost like you had just entered heaven. The walls were white, the furniture was perfectly placed and cream colored. Stepping outside you jumped at the sound of the elevator doors closing behind you.

“Wow” escaped your lips, your hand pulling the suitcase closer. So this was the common room or the shared space. The windows were so big they were practically a wall of their own. The bright rays were making themselves at home giving the white paint a new color with each passing minute. The ceilings were probably the equivalent of 3 floors in height. There was this weird feeling of home inside, a bit of isolation maybe mixed in.

“Miss Y/N?” your head swung to the side when you recognized that shy but bright smile. Throwing the papers on top of your suitcase, you extended your arm at the man.

“Ah.” Good thing your mind automatically responds politely to people without you giving it much thought “Dr. Banner. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance.” you shook his hand gently a couple of times and let go ,finding the papers and showing them to him “My name is Y/N-Y/L/N.” gentle bow and a smile followed the words skillfully chosen

“Welcome Welcome. Tony is out right now so I might be the only one actively walking around the compound. Well…”he scratched the back of his neck, lightly hunching over with a sheepish smile “I am one of the people you will be working under anyways, so I guess it is good that I came to get you. I would love to show you the lab, but I am sure you would like to set up your things first.” You nodded and he showed you to your room. The corridor had 3 tall doors scattered on the walls, all looking modern and elegant.

“This is the side where usually we have our female members. Natasha and Wanda will be your nextdoor neighbors. Hope it won’t be any trouble.” Bruce looked at you ,when an aggressive shake took over your neck

“No, no. Not at all sir. I am very grateful to have such amazing heroes next to me. As a matter of fact won’t they be troubled with me here?” and here came the normal anxiety that you had for everything

“I am sure they will like you. Don’t worry about it.” Bruce stepped next to the door and waved you over “You don’t have a key or a door handle as a matter of fact. Tony’s idea, don’t ask. If you got up here on your own I assume he made the girls downstairs give you an identification implant. That is basically your entrance for everything here. Kind of an Avengers thing.” You nodded and him wiggling his fingers like a spell. Placing your hand on the door like he told you activated F.R.I.D.A.Y.

Recognized: Y/N. Access and ownership granted.

The metal frame slid open and you found yourself standing before a big room. It was nicely furnished. The desk was big enough for you to work on it and have everything around. Bookshelves empty and ready to be used on your left and a large bed on your right flush against the wall. The window was once more its own wall right in front of you standing behind the desk. The bathroom door was opening a space before the shelf the same color as the paint in the common room.

“I will let you set up. If you need anything F.R.I.D.A.Y. is always here. The room is interactive, you can ask exactly what works under the interface’s control. The door is one.Take your time.”he was on his way out “Would you like some coffee or tea?”

“I would like some tea, thank you very much.” Bruce flashed you a smile “F.R.I.D.A.Y. the door please.”

Door closed

Done as said and requested, clicking behind you.

Would you like an extensive list of my functions as an assistant?

“Please do.”

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multiiresource · 3 years

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Queen of Misfits sentence starters ( pt.2 / slightly adjusted for rp purposes / tw for swearing. )

down the way.

“ And I can’t stop thinking .. ” “ Thought I had known where home was. ” “ And I could spend my time dreaming of the things that used to be. ” “ Our journey's never over. ” “ In my mind, I've always been there. ”

sheltered destinies.

“ We can bridge the days again. ” “ Do our hearts create a peace? ” “ A fascination grows ... ” “ A symbol of life itself! ” “ It's a promise between the stars. ” “ Can you hear me all these miles away? ”

sorceress.

“ Looking on the bright side of things, I can keep it up if I try! ” “ I’m thinking ‘bout the chances I had. ” “ You know that I'm a sorceress. ” “ I can take control if you want. ” “ Nothing can replace this moment. ” “ Nothing can divide us right now. ” “ Won't you forgive me for my life before? ” “ Is this what they say? ” “ I know I gotta keep this up. ” “ Can't you feel me? ” “ I'm running out of time. ” “ Are you still afraid of me? ” “ I'd say that I don't bite, but ... ” “ You know that it isn't true, the things they say? ” “ Just say the word. ” “ Can you feel my heartbeat? ” “ I'm the whole damn world. ” “ I can take control if I please. ” “ Don’t think about the mistakes I’ve made. ” “ I can't keep on living through this. ” “ This is the real me. ” “ The magic I’ve got is just a spark. ”

зачем. ( translated thru google translate im. so sORRY- )

“ What’s happening? ” “ My pants are no longer available. ” “ My pants are gone. ” “ I do not understand, please help me find them. ” “ ... But you have pants on. ” “ Are you an idiot? ” “ I’m a fucking fruit princess. ” “ So, will you help me find my pants? ” “ My pants are in danger. ” “ I hope you will be normal someday. ”

magic bitch.

“ I’mma magic bitch, you can’t kill me. ” “ You can't kill my vibe. ” “ You needa wipe your own dirt out your eyes. ” “ Last night you said you were in it? ” “ You're a motherfucker. ” “ I'm so damn sorry, from the bottom of my heart. ” “ You don't get a say. ” “ Just move out the motherfucking way! ” “ And you're the one to blame. ” “ Suddenly you're asking me to fucking stay! ” “ Bitch I got fuckin' crown and a PhD. ” “ Imma blessing. ” “ Ya’ll know what? Im fucking out of here man. ” “ No wonder you've been making up— it’s cause you're jealous. ” “ You didn't give a shit till I started bitty. ” “ Cuz I'm succulent and you're opulent. ” “ And you say you wanna learn a bit about friendship. ” “ So you keep on spewing horse shit?? ” “ It's not fair to me. ” “ Imma bad bitch you can’t kill me. ” “ And you're a mad bitch, you don't know me. ”

mad this time.

“ There's something burning in the air tonight. ” “ I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine— ” “ And if I told you, you’ll be mad this time. ” “ Fuck's sake, can I get a break? ” “ I've been living on my own since then. ” “ I'm so great and powerful. ” “ You weren't listening till now. ” “ You think I know you know you think you are the best. ” “ And now the only thing I want is to live another day. ” “ Everybody says they'll give you a second chance, but deep down they never forget. ” “ ‘Cause you won't do the same despite your mess. ” “ I'm the only one who can do what I do. ” “ But I know you'll stay mad. ”

as strong as horses.

“ Please don't make me go away, from you. ” “ I don't really know who I am. ” “ And everybody tries to tell me to settle down and conform for once. ” “ It’s a sentiment so childlike. ” “ I don't ever wanna grow up. ” “ There's no magic trick to fix the pain I have. ” “ You still can't take that hint. ” “ You've got nothing to fear. ” “ Don't talk, I don't need to hear. ” “ I've tried so hard. ”

my letter to the princess.

“ Are you there? ” “ Don't wander in the past. ” “ You've made a kingdom that will last until the end of time. ” “ The time has come for you to go. ” “ Please wipe these tears from my eyes. ” “ I don’t know if I can let go. ” “ Everything I've ever known came from you. ” “ I don't want to go. ” “ We'll always remember the magic we shared. ”

#rp memes #rp meme #rp prompts #rp sentence starters #rpc #rph #( i want yall to know that everytime i changed everypony into everybody i died on the inside )#( it felt .. so wrong to change it )#( but there r some sacrifices i must make to make them usable )

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