#imma burn those bitches to the ground
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ONI - IN - A - MILLION
relationship headcanons for your favorite onis <3 // feat. shiki, osusuke, ikari
SHIKI
imma start off by saying that shiki, ikari and ousuke all gave the same kinda vibe — messy, goofy and whatnot
the differences i’d say are ALMOST invisible
so lets get started
HE ADORES YOU, WORSHIPS THE GROUND THAT YOU WALK ON AND DOES SO VERY VERT VERY PROUDLY
he can’t get enough of you, never
he takes you out on fun and cute little dates, like amusement parks or picknicks or you go to feed the ducks and pigeons at the park and all that stuff
he is so in love with your smile whenever a rollercoaster goes fast and pumps your adrenaline or whenever the birds you feed get close to y’all, and you get excited — he gets more excited just seeing you
he’s literally so cute
also, A BIG BIG BIG BIG BIIIIIIIIIIIIG FAN of matching outfits
you guys make jin throw up 🤮
that’s how cute you are together
shiki has two sides, however — the cute and goofy boyfriend that loved seeing you smile and SOMETIMES he transforms into his second form — the little shit that trolls you all day every day
i have a feeling that he loooooooooves pulling pranks on you and filming them, after which he sends them into the gc for everyone to watch (only if the prank is too good tho, he spares you of extra embarrassment)
shiki is the kind of boyfriend to call you goofy or dumb nicknames
a favorite of his is skrunky
“my wittle skrunklyyyyyyyy”
again, jin is vomiting his existence in the background
mudano ALWAYS tells him to use proper endermeant words but shiki just can’t bring himself to do that
it makes him physically ill ONLY thinking about not calling you skrunkly or his dummy yummy gummy bear
he also LOVEEEEEES to hold your hand or just feel you close, like i said he CAN’T. GET. ENOUGH. OF. YOU.
with him you can joke around and just be yourself and he is SO glad for it
IKARI
unlike shiki, he ALWAYS bullies you. don’t get mad tho, that’s his love language and he never means to say hurtful things <\3
if he senses however that he’s said something that hit a nerve he apologizes instantly and never ever again in his life jokes about that thing ever again.
also loves to lean with his elbows on top of your head to show off the height difference and doesn’t let you see the light of day about it
when it comes to dates i think he prefers staying in and ordering takeout because everyone except you annoys and angers him <3
that, or he likes to go on walks or picknicks at night. he just likes how peaceful everything is and he can calmly concentrate on your presence
might look hard and manly and mean on the outside and to others, but with you he’s putty
LIVES for your kisses and also can’t get enough of them, loves to carry you piggyback and sometimes he tries his ability and if it’s something cool like wings or those really fast shoes, he flies with you in his arms or runs with you on his back
he really likes how you’re like the only person he doesn’t get annoyed about
i got this thingy that he probably really likes picking you up and twirling you around in his arms
another man who loves your smile but loves your laugh even harder
if he could, he’d make an 8-hour long “y/n laughing — beautiful sounds to fall asleep to” youtube video
absolutely amazing boyfriend
OUSUKE
another bully ass bitch
you can already guess, but jic you aren’t sure, he’s going to make fun of you for everything. EVERYTHING
did you trip and fall three years ago while on vacation in rome? no problem, ousuke will remind you about it every day of your life until you die
he’s so cute but so fucking annoying at the same time
did you once burn some food accidentally? that’s okay! even though ousuke doesn’t know how to cook, he’ll still make fun of you for it.
as annoying as he is, you just can’t help but MELT and fall to your knees when seeing him smile
same thing goes for him tho
i think he particularly enjoys watching you do things that you love
for example, when you guys do karaoke in the car, he can almost not keep his eyes off of you when you shout the lyrics to your favorite songs
or when you’re so concentrated when you try out a new recipe, or his absolute favorite — the way you cheer with excitement whenever something goes the way you want it to go.
this beast of a man absolutely loves you
he cannot shut the fuck up about you and annoys tsukuyomi every day and all day
as well as the entire momo corp in his city
speaking of tsukuyomi, i feel like you’d get soooooo good along with him (who wouldn’t tho, just look at him)
especially because ousuke brings him over a lot, or because he drops lots of things over for ousuke, you guys got to know each other better throughout the years. he’s the one you go to for tarot readings or send the newest fashion drops to. literal king.
speaking of fashion, ousuke ALWAYS gets you gifts, and fancy ones too. loves to bring you trinkets from when he’s away on missions and the next second he drops a limited edition handbag or that sweater you’ve been raving about.
most of the time he consults with tsukuyomi just to be sure, but do not fret, he knows what you like better than you do — better safe than sorry when it comes to you, though.
he likes to take you out to fancy restaurants and expect birthdays and anniversaries to be ELITE
im talking trips to exotic places and shit
he literally spoils you so much and loves it.
he’s like a sugar daddy and tsukuyomi always jokes about that, but it kinda annoys him 🙄🙄
also
HE FALLS ASLEEP SO FAST WHEN YOU PLAY WITH HIS HAIR
he thinks he’s so cool and unbeatable but pat him on the head one time and he’s knocked out in your arms, sleeping like a baby.
love him 10/10 would recommend
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hey idk if you're still doing asks, if not feel dream to ignore this, but how would fo4 companions react to Sole mid combat saying "this bitch empty yeet" and throwing their empty gun at a raider hitting them right in the face
Yup. Still doing reacts! Just a little slowly!! I know I just posted a react and I like to space them out, but imma gonna release this one early for you!!! ����💖💖
Sole was in the middle of an intense battle with her companion. As she was mowing down raiders one by one, she realized that she had run out of ammo right as a burly raider was charging at them. Rather than reload her gun or pull out another weapon, she instead shouted “This bitch is empty, YEET!” And hurled it light speed at said raider. They stopped and stumbled back, hands over their face with a shout.
Nick Valentine: “Right. Because that was very effective, give them a good enough headache to send them out.” Finishes off the raider with his revolver. “Did you play those carnival games with the pins and baseballs often before the war Kid? Or was this just lady lucks doing?”
Piper Wright: “Oh wow, geez Blue. Nice shot but uh, what did that do to help in the long run?” Finishes the raider off with her own gun. “Maybe try something else next time? Something more effective.”
Codsworth: “Oh, well. That’s sure one way to do it I suppose…” Buzzsaws and burns the raider to death. “But Mum, you might want to take some rest before we go on. That certainly didn’t seem like a good move on your part.”
Preston Garvey: “General? Oh wow, good shot there, in a way…” Shoots down the raider and looks between the two. “Not the bestest idea you’ve had yet. That precise aim however, could be used in other ways.”
Curie: “Did you mean to do that Madame? You hit them right in the face but it had very little effect other than a bloody nose.” Points at the raider before shooting them with her pistol. “Are you feeling alright? Maybe we can take a break until you are feeling better?”
Cait: “What the hell? Why don’t ya just reload the blasted gun?” Charges at the raider with her bat swinging, hitting until they stop moving. “Unless you did that so I could have all the fun, you might want to improve your battle methods.”
Deacon: “Great work there David, you really took out Goliath with one stone.” Shoots the tumbling raider in the head. “Think you can pull that off again later? Just not while we are on the brink of death, that is. Otherwise it’s a sweet trick we can put to use.”
Danse: “Solider!?” Guns down the raider, whirling around to face Sole. “Why did you that? That was tactically ineffective and irresponsible. Next time, try reloading your weapon or switching to hand to hand instead of resorting to… that.” (He’s just jealous Sole has such a good throwing aim)
Hancock: “Haha, nice aim you got there!” Dives forwards to finish off the raider by shanking them. “No tactical judgment from me sister, as long as you don't get yourself or me killed in the end.”
MacCready: “Oh yeah Boss, that was much better then reloading the damn gun…” Quickly shoots the raider while they stumble back. “But I have to admit, that was a pretty sweet hit. Could make some extra caps with an aim like that.”
X6: Blinks, looking between Sole and the raider. “Ma'am, I do not see how that was more effective then simply reloading your gun.” Draws out his pistol and finishes the raider off. “Maybe you need a rest before we continue on our mission.”
Strong: Smashes the raider to bits. “Stupid human! Why do that when it only hurt them a little bit? Why not shoot or smash the puny raider? BE BETTER HUMAN!!” Storms off in pure disappointment.
Dogmeat: “Wooof!!” Runs up and bites the raider, dragging them to the ground before snapping their neck. “Bork?” Obediently picks up Soles gun and brings it back to her with confused puppy eyes, wondering why she didn’t just shoot the raider.
Moral Of The Story: Sometimes you realize your the only one with brain cells in your friend group when they do something stupid, other times you all collectively share one. (Unless you don’t have friends, then your on your own bro)
#fallout#fo4#fallout 4#fallout 4 companions#curie#piper wright#john hancock#nick valentine#fallout companions#deacon fallout 4#deacon fo4#fallout danse#paladin danse#danse#strong#robert maccready#x6 88#cait#fo4 curie#fallout 4 curie#codsworth#preston garvey
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andi!! my fellow and favourite myth reteller of the greek persuasion. talk to me about descecrate, about call me icarus. whatever you like!
💥🤒🎧🌑🕳💡
krys!!! my fellow and favorite myth reteller of the greek persuasion! how is Namesake going??
💥 - What is the main conflict of the wip?
I already answered this one for Call Me Icarus, so imma do Desecrate this time!!
The main conflict of Desecrate is two-fold: internally Kit has to confront the fact that he is rescuing a divine being, that he is rescuing his God, while externally he has to defy the Catholic Church in order to free the captive God.
🤒 - Is there whump in the wip? What kind?
oh ho ho this one is mighty fun for CMI.
Yes of course there is whump in CMI. Whump is like the cornerstone of Call Me Icarus, it is my bread and butter at this point honestly. The way I define whump is "taking a character and placing them in physically painful or psychologically-damaging situations" (because I know other people have diff definitions)
So, with that, basically all of CMI is whump. however, there are specific scenarios that I feel need mentioned:
The one and only sex scene between Icarus and Apollon where Icarus initiates the entire thing by legitimately shattering Apollon's mind and heart
The entire paranoia/anxiety hallucinations thing Icarus has going on (oh wait, i don't think i've talked about those yet...)
Achilles. just... Achilles. (i'm so sorry to anyone who's become attached to Patroclus)
Icarus deals with a lot of pain always. He's my literal punching bag and resident multi-year burn victim
🎧 - What are the first three songs on the playlist?
yeah okay i just went to look this up and Spotify updated??? what the fuck is that new sidebar, gimme the old one back. like, why the fuck is my folder organization gone??? why are playlists out of order??? who thought this was a good idea?? they were wrong
anyways, i think Desecrate will be the more interesting playlist to look at:
He Is by Ghost
Maybe IDK by Jon Bellion
The Night Does Not Belong To God by Sleep Token
🌑 - Is there reoccurring symbolism? Motifs?
oooooo there is recurring symbolism and motifs in both CMI and Desecrate, though they are more fleshed out in CMI.
First off, feathers. Feathers are a big thing in CMI (i should add more honestly...). There's also fire, that's a big reoccurring motif. uuuhhhh Icarus is autistic so I've written him to pick up on reoccurring symbolism but I can't really go too into depth on that yet because i haven't written it it's not going to start popping up until the end of the book
🕳 - What’s a plot hole you just can’t seem to fix?
i just.. cannot write a smooth progression from Icarus hating Apollon to Icarus loving Apollon again. It eludes me
Also, I've mentioned like multiple times that Icarus is the one who wants to tear down ATLAS but you know what the bitch never once mentions in story until it's forced upon him??? tearing down ATLAS. How did we go from Icarus just trying to cobble together a family to him being all "grrrr trauma burn them to the ground"??? I need to fix that and i just don't know how to yet
💡 - What inspired the wip? When/how did you first get the idea?
I also talked about this one for CMI already, so let's talk Desecrate!!
This idea is much more recent and was inspired by a class I took last semester (Ancient Christianities with Dr. Larson, if anyone remembers me complaining about that class lol)
Basically, towards the end of the semester we covered gnosticism and marcionism and how they were pretty immediately labeled heretical and buried and the only reason we really know that much about them is because of the Nag Hammadi.
So then my brain started creaking and turning and I thought: what if the Catholic Church was preceded by Marcionites instead of the proto-orthodox Christians?
Then, that snowballed into more (regrettably) predictable position of: What if the MC wanted to fuck God?
And thus Desecrate was born
#thanks for asking!#andi answers#I honestly pitched the idea of Desecrate to Locke originally as just 'MC fucks God??? Y or N'#desecrate wip#call me icarus
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Anger issues w/ Dabi, Bakugou and Aizawa
Request: I’m the type of person who doesn’t get angry very easily but when I do I’m really scary and people back off. Can I request Dabi, Bakugou and either Shiggy or Aizawa with a girlfriend who is just like that and the first time they see her angry they are so confused like how did their quiet s/o turn into the devil. Thank you.
Lmao I’m like that as well. Big mood. People underestimate me and think they can walk all over me just because I’m polite. Bitch nah imma stab you in your sleep in 2-3 business days. Love ya.💖💖💖
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rules
warnings: cursing, some violence, threats *creative ones as well*
Dabi/Touya Todoroki
-Baby was the equivalent of the pikachu meme.
-You were both chillin at his place watching TV.
-Actually he was laying down, head in your lap as he played Among us on his phone while you changed channels in an attempt to find something interesting to watch.
-As you were mindlessly zapping through the channels you stumbled upon an interview with none other than the number 1 hero, Endeavor himself.
-Your finger froze over the channel button as you stared at the hero in front of you.
-You felt Dabi stiffen in your lap, his character staying still on the screen as his father’s voice bounced off the walls of the small apartment.
- “Doll could you change th-”
- “I’m thinking of retiring, yes. My family is my top priority and I would like to spend some quality time with them. Family is very imp-”
- “Shut your clown ass up!”
-The remote went flying barely missing the TV as you launched it at the hero’s face.
- “If I have to hear any more bullshit coming out of your mouth I will march to wherever you are and beat you to a fucking plump got it?”
- “Babe he can’t hear you.”
- “I don’t give a shit! He will hear me when my hands are squeezing his WINDPIPE!”
-And with that you shot up from the couch, sending Dabi rolling to the floor in the process.
-Marching out of the living room, he heard the door slam shut and then a muffled scream before the only sound was the words coming from the TV.
-He had whiplash after that.
-He didn’t know what exactly happened but he was glad in some weird way.
-He knows that you don’t get angry easily, hell he couldn’t get you to snap at him even when he tried his best.
-Sure he irritates you but you have never actually snapped like this before.
-Your calm and collected nature calms him down so seeing you curse and be so violent all of a sudden got him riled up.
-Making his way to your shared room he opened the door finding you curled up on your bed with an angry expression on your face.
-Nose scrunched up, mouth in a scowl and brows furrowed.
-Letting out a small chuckle he took his place behind you bringing his lanky arms around your waist as he turned you around,your nose barely grazing his, eyes burning holes in his chest.
-He brought his forefinger in between your brows and made small circles at the spot, watching as your facial expression relaxed a bit but the scowl was still there.
- “Stop thinking about it you’ll get a headache.”
- “I wanna punch him in the dick.”
- “I wanna do that too but it can wait.”
-Kissing your forehead first he started trailing little pecks all over your face, being satisfied by the small giggles he could get out of you.
-This is why I love you.
Bonus:
- “That was the hottest thing I have seen.”
- “You are getting dommed tonight, lover boy.”
- *flustered burned boy*
Bakugou Katsuki
-He is the one who is angry in your relationship.
-We’ve been new.
-You are his damage control, you can always calm him down and put some sense into him.
-Most of the time he listens to your every word.
-So everyone assumed that since you put up with his shit without batting an eyelash, never showing a sign of anger, you can’t get angry.
-That your anger was that little puff of your cheeks and scrunch of your nose that Bakugou adores.
-No one has ever seen you angry so you don’t blame them.
-But everyone has that one thing that just makes them snap *for me it’s Endeavor*
-You were training with class 1-B when that dickhead Monoma decided to fuck with your boyfriend.
-They were fighting, throwing insults at each other non-stop when Monoma decided to be a dick.
- “Why are you even in this class huh? You would be more useful to the villains. It would be so easy for you too, I bet you don’t need much of a push to join them, don’t you Bakugou.”
-Bakugou may not like talking about it but you know.
-The thoughts that haunt him.
-He was kidnapped and saw his idol be brought down because the League believed that he would make a great entry to their group.
-His own mind works against him sometimes, reminding him of the looks of fear most of the people in his life have when it comes to him.
-He hates it.
-What breaks him even more though is being reminded out loud about those thoughts.
-Having them confirmed by someone else.
-He had stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the other boy in pure horror when he saw a flash of color and Monoma was now laying face down a few feet away.
-You were panting, hands clenched in fists as you stared at the boy in outer disgust, a vein popping on your forehead.
-Bakugou was silent watching your shoulders frantically going up and down, pure rage emanating from your demeanor.
-In the blink of an eye you were on top of Monoma, lifting him off the ground, a snarl escaping your lips.
- “You fucking piece of shit I’ll fucking stab your parents if you say anything like that again!”
-Everyone was shooketh.
-Absolutely terrified but still shooketh.
-Monoma scrambled off the moment you let him go spewing apology after apology.
- “Baby you okay?”
-How the fuck was your voice back to normal? How was it so soft as if nothing happened? As if you didn’t just pin down and threaten someone.
- “Y-Yeah I’m fine.”
-The class was afraid of you for the next four months.
Bonus:
- “Baby, you got so fired up.”
- “No one talks shit about you!”
- “I know but wow that was hot.”
Aizawa Shouta
-Shouta is used to the comments made about him.
-People doubt him as both a hero and a teacher at times and he has learned not to let it get to him.
-He believed that you had closed those comments off as well, you didn’t show any signs of them bothering you at least.
-Sure you might make a small comment whenever you hear something but you never snapped at someone.
-He knew that you prefered tranquility, it was his calm nature that attracted you in the first place *and the fact that he was smoking hot*.
-So when you actually snapped at someone he was taken aback and super turned on.
-Like wow that woman right there giving someone a heart attack is his wife?
-Wow.
-You were both at a hero conference, meeting up with some of your old colleagues to catch up and to get some insight in the hero industry.
-Yall wanted the tea.
-You two were attached to the hip, never leaving each other's side as you enjoyed yourselves.
-You were chatting with a retired heroine who had helped you in the past when you heard murmuring coming from behind you.
- “I heard that one of his students got kidnapped during the summer.”
- “Of course he would let that happen, what could he possibly be a reliable individual? He was a delinquent and a vigilante, irresponsibility is in his blood.”
-Shouta felt you stiffen as your gaze shadowed over.
- “Kit- um Y/N?”
-The two continued dissing your husband and you tried to calm yourself down, you really did.
-But they made it really really hard.
- “He went on live television and gave excuses for that whole ordeal.”
- “You think he was trying to pass the blame?”
- “Of course he was! He has no sense of dignity, leaving his students to fight while he slept and then letting one of them be kidnapped like that.”
-Now he started getting scared because your grip on his arm had tightened and you wouldn’t look at him.
-He thought that you were having a panic attack and it's OUR panic attack so the convention would have to deal with two UA teachers breaking down.
-But then you let go and a sweet smile appeared on your face as you made your way to the duo.
- “It comes from the bottom of my heart when I say that I need you to sit you maniac ass down and be quiet for the rest of the fucking night because don’t think I would hesitate to beat your punkass in front of all those people. If I hear Shouta’s name come out of your lips again I will personally make sure that you won’t be able to formulate words for the next five fucking months.”
-Not even a peep came out of those two for the rest of the evening, their eyes always darting between you and your husband, cold sweat running down their spines every time one of you made eye contact with them.
- “Y/N, kitty, that wasn’t necessary.”
- “You talk shit you get wrecked, period.”
Bonus:
- “Come on Shouta we’re going home.”
- “We’ve only been here for an hour, kit-”
- “You are either blowing my back out or staying here, choose.”
- “Home it is.”
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Stages - Part 2
Pairing: AU!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2,780
Summary: Bucky slowly realizes that he wants to cross the line of friendship with you.
A/N: Well, well, well. I obviously lost control and wrote a long-ass part lmfao
STAGES MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST
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TWO: DENIAL
On the day you landed your first job, Nat decided that a night out must take place in order to celebrate. All your college friends were there: Bucky, Nat, Steve and Sam. All of you hopped from one bar to another, took body shots, played beer pong— basically, it was a crazy, wild night.
Knowing that you didn’t have the best tolerance for alcohol, Bucky kept his eye on you the entire night. He always made sure that you were safe whenever you all went clubbing and that night was no exception. Although he was extra protective of you and this didn’t go unnoticed.
“Someone do a body shot on me!” You screamed and hopped on top of the bar counter, earning cheers from everyone in the club.
“Quick, take a video of this!” Sam nudged Nat who immediately fished her phone out of her pocket.
Bucky restlessly stayed close to you to make sure that you weren’t going to do something stupid. You didn’t need to have alcohol in running in your system to do crazy shit, what more if you were actually shit-faced drunk.
“Put the salt on her tits!” Nat yelled.
Bucky glared at her and then turned to Steve with a shocked expression on his face, “What the actual fuck?”
Steve chuckled and shook his head, “Well, what’s new?”
More cheers erupted from the crowd when you sat on the bar counter and let the bartender dust some salt into your cleavage.
“Any volunteers?” He asked.
“I’ll take the shot.”
Bucky’s ears perked at the voice of a guy, probably around your age. He was tall and lean, he was good-looking to be honest. But Bucky didn’t like his aura. At all. He didn’t like how the guy eyed you from head to toe, how he licked his lips as he squeezed through the crowd to get to you like a predator stalking its prey.
The guy was up to no good, Bucky could tell.
“You ready?” The bartender asked you.
“I was born ready!” You exclaimed at the top of your lungs, eyes lidded as the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed began to take over your senses.
Bucky could feel his blood boil with how the guy was too touchy as he waited for the bartender to give him his shot. The way his hands squeezed your waist, how they slid lower so he could get a feel of your ass. Or how he kept on whispering to your ear, his lips brushing against your cheek as you merely chuckled in your drunken stupor.
The bartender handed the shot glass to the guy and it was at that moment that Bucky knew that he wasn’t going to let the guy have his way with you.
“Hell fucking no.” Bucky said and rushed over to you, snatching the shot glass from the guy and gulping it down in one go.
“No body shots tonight, everybody. Have a great night!” Bucky said as he ushered you away from the perv.
The crowd booed Bucky as he glared at the guy who looked ready to deck him. Thank god for Steve who placed a heavy hand on the guy’s shoulder, squeezing it as a warning.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Steve pointed out.
Bucky pushed you away from the crowd despite your protests, “The fuck is wrong with you?” You slurred.
Bucky deadpanned, “That sleazy fucker was about to swallow your tits.” He said, sitting you down on one of the couches in the club.
You pouted, “I have salt all over my boobs.” You said, looking down at your cleavage before looking up at Bucky through your lashes as he stood in front of you.
Bucky blushed at how fucking innocent you looked, something he never really noticed about you until now. The way your eyes fluttered in an attempt to keep them open, how your cheeks were flushed from the tequila running through your body.
“Well, if you didn’t volunteer to do a fucking body shot then you wouldn’t have that problem.” Bucky scolded you, turning to Steve and grabbing the glass of water he had brought for you to drink.
“Here, drink.” Bucky instructed you, pushing the glass of water into your face.
You shook your head, “Clean it up first.” you told him.
“Clean what?” Bucky asked.
“The salt on my boobs. Clean it.” you said with a pout, finally drinking the glass of water and burping out loud afterwards, making Bucky cringe.
“Fuck no, wipe it off with a tissue. I’m not licking salt off of your chest.” He said.
“You’re no fun, Barnes.” You huffed out. “Imma go...fuck...I wanna throw up.” You hiccupped and stood up, wobbling your way towards the bathroom.
Bucky approached Nat and nagged her to follow you into the bathroom to make sure you were fine.
“You know, you’re acting strange.” Nat observed with a sly grin. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re in love with your best friend.” She teased.
“First of all, that’s gross. And second, everyone knows how much of a pain in my ass she is when drunk. I’m preventing said pain in my ass, that’s all.” Bucky defended. “Now go and follow her, make sure she throws up in the toilet and not on the ground.” Bucky said and pushed Nat towards the direction of the bathroom.
“Fuck no, I’m not cleaning up her mess. Why don’t you go instead?” Nat complained before walking away.
Bucky? In love with you?
“Me? In love with her? Gross.” Bucky uttered under his breath, unable to notice that Nat was smirking as she walked away and disappeared into the dance floor.
Bucky snapped out of his trance when he heard Sam’s voice calling for him. He grunted when he looked around and saw that Nat had disappeared. Looking over at Sam who was watching drunken girls squeal as they rushed out of the bathroom, he figured out that you failed to reach the toilet before actually puking.
Running a hand through his hair, Bucky quickly ran to the bathroom and sighed when he saw you kneeling by the entrance, your vomit pooling around your knees.
“Good god.” he huffed and bent over to pick you up, “I fucking knew you wouldn’t make it. C’mere.” he said and brought you over to the sink.
Bucky made sure to hold your hair, keeping it away from your face as you continued to throw up for the next minute.
“You’re disgusting, Christ.” Bucky said as he watched you heave out a couple more times before whining.
“My throat is burning and the world is spinning.” you sang, gripping onto the edge of the sink to steady yourself.
Seeing how fucking drunk you were, Bucky turned on the faucet and began cleaning you up almost drowning you when he continuously splashed water onto your face. He then took out his handkerchief, soaked it in water and began wiping your arms and legs which had remnants of your vomit.
“Bucky.” you slurred as you leaned against the sink while Bucky was bent down, cleaning up your legs.
He hummed in response but didn’t say anything.
“Buckyyy, bonky boo...booboo...” you giggled.
Bucky looked up at you with a confused look on his face, “The fuck are you saying?”
“Are you my boyfriend?” you suddenly asked.
“How many fucking shots did you take?” Bucky asked as he stood up, unable to bite back his amusement at your antics.
“What’s your shirt made of, huh? Boyfriend material? ‘Cause you look like a boyfriend...my boyfriend.” you said and laughed, throwing your head back.
Bucky felt his heart flutter as he gazed at you with a certain glint in his eyes. You looked so carefree with your head thrown back as you laughed. Even with your face all wet from the water and your hair sticking on your forehead, you looked really pretty. Hell, you smelled like vomit and yet Bucky found himself adoring you as you kept giggling and slurring your words.
Nat’s words rang in his head like an alarm, sending his senses into overdrive and panic.
If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re in love with your best friend.
As if it was all the wake up call that he needed, Bucky’s eyes went wide as he shook his head.
“Fuck no.” he said as he stared at you, neck and ears red at all the weird thoughts crowding his brain.
He began slapping your cheek gently, “You look ugly and you smell like vomit. Definitely not girlfriend material.” he said and it was most likely directed at himself rather than at you.
As if he was reminding himself that you were still the same girl in college who had the ugliest haircut he had ever seen.
-
“God, I fucking hate these heels.” You complained as you bent down to fix the strap while you gripped Bucky’s arm for support.
“Maybe if you actually listened to me and bought the other pair I showed you, you wouldn’t be whining like a fucking bitch.” Bucky complained as he watched you fiddle with the straps every now and then.
“That pair was hideous!” You told Bucky as you straightened up, your hand still wrapped around his arm.
“Hideous but comfortable. Don’t make me fucking carry you when you finally decide to give up on those damn shoes.” He said, waving over at the waiter passing by to grab some champagne.
Bucky frowned when he saw someone arrive at the reception of your cousin’s wedding. He quickly handed you the glass of champagne, “You’re gonna need this.” He whispered, tipping his head towards your father who just showed up.
You knew that your father will be attending your cousin’s wedding, it was the reason why your mom who was supposedly your plus one, decided not to go. So automatically, you had asked Bucky to accompany you knowing that you’ll be seeing your father again after the divorce, ten years ago.
If only you didn’t love your cousin, you would’ve ditched her wedding for sure.
Your breath hitched when you followed the direction of Bucky’s eyes. True enough, your father was there and he wasn’t alone; someone younger was clutching his arm, smiling sheepishly at your aunts and uncles that your father had approached. You downed the champagne in one go and wished it was enough to loosen up your nerves.
“Can you stop squeezing my arm?” Bucky asked, feeling your fingers clench around his elbow tightly.
Your grip on Bucky tightened even more when your father’s gaze landed on you. The closer he got to where you and Bucky stood, the tighter you held onto Bucky.
“Breathe.” Bucky bent down to whisper to you as he gently removed your hand from his arm so he could place it on the small of your back for support.
“Wow. Hi.” Your father greeted you with a smile. He glanced over at Bucky and tipped his head in acknowledgment.
Bucky offered a tight-lipped smile before focusing his attention on you. You looked pale, not even your make-up managed to give color to your face at that moment.
“How have you been? It’s been...so long.” Your father asked and Bucky could tell that the question was genuine.
But he also knew that you hated your father with a passion and that no matter how sincere he would be, it wouldn’t be enough for you to forgive him. It was as if you spaced out and if Bucky hadn’t gently tapped your back, you wouldn’t have responded.
“I’m good.” You stated, voice small and shaky.
Bucky noticed that your father too didn’t know what to do or say. The both of you just remained still with unspoken questions hanging in the air. The woman beside your father must’ve felt that awkward atmosphere and cleared her throat.
“Hi, I’m Diana. It’s nice to finally meet you.” She chirped and extended a hand.
Bucky watched as your eyes slowly went from Diana’s face down to her hand where two rings sat on her finger, one with a princess-cut diamond and the other, a simple silver band but with tiny diamonds studded around it.
“You’re married?” You asked your father, leaving Diana’s hand hanging in the air awkwardly.
“You actually remarried.” You bitterly chuckled. “For how long?” You asked.
Bucky’s hand on your back was now wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady on your feet.
Your father opened his mouth but nothing came out. It was then that Bucky understood the gravity of the situation. You’d told him about your parents’ divorce, how they slowly started to lose interest in each other and how they ended up fighting daily. All these years you thought that it was a simple falling out, that one day they both woke up knowing that they no longer loved each other.
Diana straightened her posture, “Ten years.” She responded.
All hell broke loose.
A string of hushed curses escaped from your mouth as you angrily addressed your father’s betrayal. You’d been angry at him for giving up on your mom that easily, for not fighting for your custody...for simply disappearing from your life after the divorce.
All this time you’d been angry at him for all the wrong reasons.
He’d been cheating on your mom. It was the reason why he had signed the papers immediately and without any hesitation. You couldn’t understand why your mom hid this from you, why she never told you the real reason why she filed for a divorce.
“I will never ever fucking forgive you.” It was the last thing you said before running out of the venue, your painful heels long forgotten.
Bucky ran after you and grabbed your arm, stopping you in the middle of the hotel lobby. You thought he was going to reprimand you for being rude to your father or that he was going to ask you to go back to the reception and finish the program out of respect. But instead, Bucky bent down and started to unbuckle the straps of your heels.
“If you’re going to dramatically walk out, make sure you won’t fall flat on your fucking face. That shit’s embarrassing as fuck.” Bucky said and carefully removed your heels.
He knew you were holding back your tears and he honestly thought that the dam was going to break. But remained stubborn and managed to suppress your emotions. For some reason, Bucky wanted to pull you into his embrace and tell you that it was okay to cry.
“Go forth and walk out.” Bucky dramatically told you, motioning towards the grand double doors of the hotel.
A smile. Bucky felt proud for making you smile despite the tension a few minutes ago. He watched you chuckle at his gesture and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh along.
“C’mon, let’s go buy some burgers. Food here is shit anyway.” He told you as he began to walk towards the exit.
However, you remained standing behind him with a frown as you stooped down to your feet. Bucky grunted, “Please don’t tell me—“
“My feet hurt.” You told him.
Bucky rolled his eyes but walked back towards you, groaning as he turned on his back and bent down, “Hop on, bitch.”
You quickly jumped on his back and wrapped your arms around his neck, grabbing your heels from Bucky’s hand so he could carry you properly, “And I thought you said you wouldn’t carry me.” You teased.
“Knowing how much of a whiny bitch you are, I’d rather carry your heavy ass than deal with your complaints.”
Bucky bit back the smile that had been tugging at his lips. He could smell your shampoo at how close your face was to him, could feel the smoothness of your legs as he held onto them; how you held onto him.
“Thank you, Bucky.” You told him ever so softly, voice barely above a whisper.
He knew that you weren’t just thanking him for carrying you. You were also grateful for him simply being there when things went to shit with your father. If he wasn’t there, you probably wouldn’t know how to deal with the situation. And you appreciated how he didn’t stop you from your outburst, how he didn’t force you to go back in and apologize for the scene you had caused.
Bucky supported you in all the ways you needed him to support you.
“Anything for you.” Bucky replied, but only in his mind because he wasn’t quite ready to face the truth.
The truth that his heart was beginning to flutter whenever you were around.
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Cathartic- Yellow Metal Lyrics
Heres where I am with the lyrics, I referenced @25Goldenn on twitter for some of it that I couldn’t comprehend.
*music*
0:23
Dark matter, like painted splatters, they fit better, the old saying, the way it goes, better the devil you do then you don’t know. I hit pedals and switch levers, my heart metal, I can't settle, im part trouble, they are not subtle. I fuck good so fuck cuddles, burst bubbles the thrist levels at new heights, i down doubles, and got baked til I felt high, my face puzzled, felt muddled, far strung and your floors woodent, the thought might but the fit wouldn’t. A fortnight
0:46 - 1:00
And I thought right, it’s all bark and no bite, I’m Tony Stark still embarking on a dream, took a bit of time to take darkness from the team. Seen what I saw. Heartless on the sleeve. Tried to burn my wings, so I put them in a piece on my chest , at peace no rest.
1:00-1:15
Flipped this on it’s head. Rip the script up now, flip it don’t pretend, slipping shit again, Fakers all around me, I’ve been living in pretense. Fake friends won’t make amends. There’s no need, these mean comments control the scenes. Attentionseekers, the spine is weakened
1:15-1:24
This family needs, what a family needs, and the planet bleeds, the damaged trees. It’s never leaving til we ascend so fuck the fence, and until they stop killing colour it’s fuck the feds.
1:22 - 1:44
You must be off it, I mean it, you know you ain’t never get with the judging and I used to dread growing my beard too long, never felt I belonged, but it's really long like a minute I ain’t looking to no mans for the limits, They’re feeling timid, I’m telling them who they mimic, why they don't look like a clinic …. Why they don't get no women, Still, we’re just fucking girls, Lost in the wrong world, Jurassic, now to this vermin
1:41- 1: 50
Kicking the game I’m serving, these losers are never learning, my fire is forever burning, adding it to my fuel, seems like I’m always focused on never becoming you, These locals that rob us feeling … was for a reason.
1:52-2:02
I’m seeing my new beginnings, watch out this loser’s winning, and no water is too deep to swim in Like I’m about to see a killing, I’m all the way that and living, flawless and feeling lawless, the prison now to the gimmicks, my vision is set to something,
2:03-:2:20
I’m watching you bitches plummet, no matches here for my cunning, you rappers are feeling done in, switching your genre, running and Running your jaw, stunting, pulling at straws, something I think you’re a poor effort, deaf and tone deaf and I ain’t treat you separate. Living, I’m in my element, riding it like a … never lose me to fentanyl, scared when I take a benadryl. Keeping it green in general
2:20- 2:46
Think that you remain irrelevant. Look at yourself with reverence, hoping to always elevate. Celibate of these thoughts, killing themselves with sedatives. In comparison to eminem, you’re feeling feminine. Impolitically correct, still dropping on my dick. And I never gave a fuck about what they say abt my shit, I’ve been moving things in my mind like it’s this mountain dew Memories have made me wonder if one day I’m after you. What’s the purpose that you do, is what you're hoping that they learn, i’d like to say i’m done but it’s getting up on my nerves
2:46 -2:55
I’m looking at my life, saying what do I deserve. It’s hard to say I know when I’m walking through the dirt. Talking while you’re nothing I can see for what it’s worth. I’m tired of feeling hurt and I’ve tried enough but nothing works.
2:55-3:40
I’m racking up excuses while I’m slacking off on work. Chit chatting is the usual, talking to this clerk, i beg you don’t include me. I might write it on my shirt so everytime they see me, the oldest know to swerve. SWERVE Life is potent, bits of fucked shit… till they took notice weren’t no hocus pocus, it was hard work that got me heard so i put in the graph like google maps but the whole earth
… around my door mat, taking over like the drones, rolling dirt up in miles like the water, and exploding like Annas hematoma. Don't need to see a slammer to know that I don't want to go man
I’m a showman. I’m just focused on the drama… like i’ve got my own insurance, show myself the pain, like i boxed it in the frame, if we’re about to talk greatness im great, the way you have to say my name like beyonce
“Say my name”
4:00-4:46
Just a bum with a cigarette, sun coming up, all my thoughts on the internet. Feeling deep, I’m just bored with the silhouette single sec, get fucked up for the thrill of it . killer streak playing Pacman. Like I came from the Philippines vanilla bean still a thing for the thrill of scene,
Theres a beam, UFO, Leave it well alone I aint moving, stood still on the peloton, telephone and its always on the dial tone, it's been a while since i’ve smiled at a milestone, seen a big pile in my mind stone, me against the world on my Jack Jones, Like I’m John Jones, With pictures in the condo, far from John Doe, in the ___, like I'm Johnny Bravo, got pravado, with a small dick sitting in golados, feeling far gone, cuz that last hit was the good shit, was that stay lit
4:48-5:02
You can never take my shit come and get me. On the top floor, cloud 9, fading, never bailing, felt amazing, inhaling, til my lungs two guns blazing. Overcome all the stunts that I pulled. A suit of just skin and then wool
5:02- 5:17
This life doesn’t give you no armour, a lot of myself can harm ya. I swear on what’s good, that I’m here till they take me. I pray that I’m wrinkled, at least over 80, and start moving like a ruler, ?damaged? Like a computer going fast, bars from the jeweler, bring the songs to the beach in hopes of finding tuna
5:18-5:36
…
5:36- 6:16
Grab a bat, lose my rag. Couple things got me mad, a couple people got me wrong and now I’m changing up the swag. Coming in and stealing it, I might take the whole bag. Feeling undefeated, I’m a beast with a reason, and imma lead the whole pack. Fearless like I’m Caesar, I’m just waiting for a chance to fill it up with diesel, and all I've been achieving is clocking miles in its region, moving like a legion.
Promise that I made to myself an allegiance. Do you still believe I’m a fool for ever leaving, staring at the ceiling, can never put a cap on achieving. I’m just here for the rap, then I’m leaving.
I’ve had about enough of being my own enemy, it’s time I grew up, a long way from 17. Always went against the grain, struggles in my life. Got some things to say when I stand up on a mike.
6:16-6:32
I ain’t dropping this for fame, I need this time, like therapy, it’s just to keep me sane. The truth is on my medicine, can’t put that on your plate.
Speeding into everything, bout time I fixed the brakes. Don’t say I can’t communicate , you know I conversate with you in several different ways. And I know you know it’s references, looking at your face.
6:33- 6:53
Can’t justify mistakes, like every man that made them, seems I ain't the one to blame. Lying to myself, only had so much to gain, so now I’m switching up the plate, see if that affects the place, im at on most days
I ain’t going with the usual so they looking at me strange. Confused, I can feel it all, I’m here to make a change. It’s cold at 3am outside, I’m walking with the dog, thanking god that you don’t talk at all, my mind is switching off
6:54-7:12
Driving down to find myself, cuz I’ve been getting lost, lived this selfless life and found I can give a toss. Lessons that I’ve learned I’ve tried teaching to myself. What I’ve learnt from certain people is that they’re better than myself.
So I surround myself with real ones, and you feel the plastic melt. Like burning toy soldiers that used to go up on the shelf. Recycle the ideas, conveying on the belt
7:14-7:29
.. circus, always hurting the way we felt? Embarrassed that we dreamt of bigger things and letting go of notions till we feel them in cement
Tired of only hoping, we feel broken men. Cuz the gravity is weight and has kept us to the ground, see the only people speaking with favors in their mouths
7:46-7:58
Got killer rhymes… no fillers, like godzilla, eating clouds cuz my smokes thicker, throat licker, my dope sicker, bringing people their hope like im the pope slicker, i hope you’re getting the point cuz i walk quicker
I thought my city was shit bcs I want bigger like my zipper couldn’t zip up fed up with the…my love is fickle.. Residual age has a primitive face
I see demise for your limited ways, Left it to simmer, simmer away…a fake glimmer in the haze
8:09-8:11
Feeling trapped this industry is a cage
8:34-8:50
Nobody’s speaking the truth, I’m offended by the State. Look at the state of the news, I’ve decided the argument, reciting my views, while they’ve been sat in their chairs, I’m feeling pressure to choose.
Standing here as one man, how can I do half when you’re half the person I am. If it wasn’t in your life, you didn’t choose it. It’s the funny thing about music. It’s the pain and beauty of it.
8:52-9:11
Don’t give a fuck what my suit is, it looks good so I wear it, better than the shoot that People’s wearing, changing the whole narrative for these basics and scarcity
Been facing the racists from back when i were a kiddie .born up in in 93’. been living in Bradford City..kicked me out of the schools, they had a problem with me hitting the kids that would call me p*** still sitting in the classroom chilling, and i'm angry now that I’m older I see they treat us different
9:12-9:25
got me thinking I’m the problem cuz they never dealt with those issues.
20 years later I’m still in the same boat, tryna treat me like my grandpa, say I came up off the boat. Came to tell you what I stand for, man I think you’re shit, a joke. How can I be civil, when they got me by the throat
9:25-9:35
Pushing my feelings down, you ain’t got it like them
‘Boy your skin is so light’, ok motherfucker take my name up on a flight. Try to convince immigration that your bloodline’s half white.
9:35-9:45
I don’t know how that’s acceptable, when life is more susceptible to perception, be the death of them. I’ve been looking at the sky saying where’s that day of reckoning, you had your prophets right when they say that you would speak to them.
9:45-9:55
I need justice in this life and I trust that it’s my fight, cuz when I’m writing it feels right to have them focused on the facts again. Focused on the rap again, hoping for the change, gunna put this on the map again
9:55-10:16
Writing in all caps again, the pain, it goes through me so I write the letter. All the shit that could have brought me but made me better.
I’m at home with a pain in my soul , yeh rap… cuz you know I was too real to contest it, my time was invested. Now I look at the industry, I see it infested, looking like kids who would write on nesquik.
10:17-10:29
My name ain’t on the list unless they label it ethnic.
I ain’t never gave a fuck about these jokers and jesters. Ain’t no answers for these things, so just save us the questions, man allowed of violence, cuz my silence is deafening, your opinion stinks, somebody get him a breath mint.
10:30- 10:42
Start to understand why they think that I’m threatening, I move in certain ways, couldn’t slow me with ketamine Now they all wanna hear me, got a table at letterman. Direction changed, like I changed up the lettering. Don’t believe the age ,bcs I move like a veteran.
10:42 - 10:47
Raised on the benefit for whose benefit, they’ll never learn shit, man, if the shoe fits.
…no words coming out when you open your mouth
And to be honest, it’s insulting, offensive to my wounds that have been salting. Tryna ask me questions that they know I never answer. I’d rather sit online and reply to the fan art
11:00-11:06
Fuck a sports car, coming through when i rapped
tell you what I like, farm life and the tractor
11:06- 11:17
Fake life, 'sup online, suck a fat one. You don’t wanna buy into that, none of that son. Sitting in the garden 98’ in the Datsun, seen some hot summers but I still remember that sun.
*music*
11:51- 12:34
I make millions off of my pain, cause I know a few millions still living that way
Dealing with the hurt, they should know cause they don’t deserve it, it hit deep cause i hit the nerve. Only way that the sheep learn if the street firm, in my ways I don’t wanna change, everything just stay the same
Who you tryna convince you understand, cant maintain, let the lights dim some, get the Chow Mein, flex, get the tape, right up at night
Why these men be nice to my face, be nice, i ain’t tryna be a gangsta ruins my vibe
Rather be low-key and on my phone. Never need the trophy or the show piece
Never show peace in a North Face fleece. Show kids this like i wrote my flip
Cause the sign might fit till the start i’m sick
12:37-13:05
Now you see where I come from, the world don’t. Only achievement in this life is the Jordans. Committing petty crimes out of boredom, we can’t afford them. So I stole it, need a rolex
Go make sense, get yourself a job, It’s a poor man’s game tryna sit and pray to god, he ain’t sorting out your problems, gotta sort them out yourself
Used to tell us fables, now I’m writing them myself, Cause we raw like animals we all just need some help
Cathartic, I’m an artist, trying to put my heart in
Felt double crossed like Leo in Departed
13:05- 13:27
For the knowledge i’m not charging see I got it all free
But my hunger kept me starving like i’m feening for the feed
I just Need a reason to see me bleeding for my creed. Trick you with the words like I keep em up my sleeve. Picking where I fit, I see me sitting with the queen
I ain’t doing it unless you’re used to saying please
Let me flow a bit, before I sting 'em with the bees, They tryna kill us with disease
(Music)
13:34- 14:12
Why does it feel like they had the same notebook and the same four looks
Like the rain won't touch on their face, so sus when they lie don’t trust not a minor
Please no fuss, I just move through the game like must
Something in the way i adjust till i stick, Free falling like the ship, free fall till i bust
Remember 21 brother gave no fucks. Trying to project when they give them looks
In the projects, in the objects us
In my own way, never gave me love, shoulda never started this, broken hearted kid
Dried up the feeling till I stole the lid
Don’t wanna relish in the fame but I can’t resist
14:46-14:58
I like the way we feel, I like the way, I like the way
Ain’t no mistake, i am a being
I ain’t tryna be a leader, been selling out since Jesus
All my rhymes are for the readers, between the lines, like Father time, I fuck Mother Nature
14:58-15:40
That’s what they get, the connotations. Tell 'em I lived a life, and then I lived a life of adjacent? like its…. and played it patient.
Alone on my own spaceship, always tryna find greatness, still defying lines, but I’m fighting in my prime.
Shining light like Kylo while imma kill it all the time. Aging like I’m wine
Asian in my face, but still my race you can’t define. Focused on defiance, imma fight it while it’s life.
Started something sick and on my mind is what’s next, just became a dad so now I’m taking all the cheques. Better know I’m staying and paying like it’s debt. Imma get it done, if it’s taking all my breath, sweat, and down I ain’t messing around til I’m the best
Speaking in full sentences, shoulda thought about a strategy before you went at the stratosphere about this… rings around Saturn, this ain’t a battle, I’m sat, I’m here
15:40-16:22
Catch me doing magic, hired and sounding tragic I think you could use practice and until that you get the blacklist and pull like a … actress? Fooling them like a catfish, schooling like a legend, happy to be the reference, fusing like iridescence, leaving them all guessing, leaking out of my brain like a pipe I aint fixing, shining like a star you can see it from a distance
Aint many of me around p*** I’m just different Certain stages to this level aint here because fame is to the devil fuck a label, imma do this from the ghetto, clean up like Im Dettol
I’m the man to put a bet on, sight smart like a weapon, this is my kind of setting, i write the world I’m sat in, while these others live on hype, i see them fight in how they type, the fruit is ripe for the taking, i think i might
16:22-16:57
Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here
16:58- 17:47
Eccentric things are mentioned like a kid stuck in detention tryna escape im just spitting what is written on the next page, spitting image of my dad in his young days
Born sinner when i’m livid i say fucks sake
Don’t worry i’m too cunning with no plumbing, the waterworks, i sung something that resonates, i thought it first like giving birth to the parrot perch
They see me do it and they know it works
Don’t know what’s worse: the way that you live your life or the way that you write a verse
You’ll be nervous, you don’t deserve it we’ll scratch the surface ill leave a crater, lift the dirt up to find the hurting
Can’t know for certain nothing is guaranteed, tryna be a better person than the world deserves to see cuz i see a lot of sharks still swimming in the sea
Cease and arrest what’s the reason.. And these the kinda kids we bringing up next
Distorted reality, all they needed was family, too hard to face, to see what the damage is
17:47
*i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, no, i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, *
18:04-18:38
Sometimes they ask the questions too deep to form a sentence, to disform, is this the norm, is this the sentence i feel defenseless i played the setlist, and all my sweat blood and tears, forgot to mention feeling lost, going off into different sections i feel like love wrecked it
If it’s not a drug why am i waiting for the next fix, affected, i cant believe that you left this
I guess I leave for the best wish, moving on like im fine for the lectures
We see it all from spectrums, cuz if we’re falling down we can fall down together
Staircase to heaven, mirror down the middle like 11, resentment on one side it won’t settle
18:38- 19:14
Mind fried but taking sense, they aint got a sense of themselves in the rich ends
Need to spell it out for them.. Made for them so witness
I know you feel afflicted but you always love it with me while im laughing at you, ya think you’re laughing with me
I try to (i love you) but im grown so they don’t fit me, my body thrown from the new to this old city so Im sick of sitting on my own, feeling so shitty, i’ve been on roads where its cold and the snow hitting
Its okay to be yourself, sit and talking to myself
I’ve been walking for the longest, just need a little rest, know i ain’t the strongest, I can feel it in my chest, talking about my feelings and of me, they get the best
19:14-19:59
They aint leaving, seeing breathing in my breath
Till death do us part is just seeded in my heart, like a work of art
Never winning,im just scared
Cant begin from the start, do i play a part in the rhythm of the night
I guess i’m onto something cuz the dark is feeling right
Every cloud got a lining, put my own miles in, like moralis, figured that they’re jealous, that they could just never tell us to change because the weather never made me question whether or not i’m not that level
Got rid of all the bullshit sitting in my way, most of them are full of shit i see it every day
I do hearing the same things that i do, maybe that shits hitting like haiku
How much do you pay for them to hype you
Recycle your flaws but they aint like new, leaving and conceded and full of diesel like engines that need a cleaning, the ending will be revealing. Even though we ain’t raising the facts, now we been facing.
20:01-20:52
The cactus with spikes, needing spaces. Different faces, the same story. A full body like straight body direct to your system.
Could never tell 'em we missed’ em. Not even with the thoughts, we gift them. Cuz they just take advantage, guess we are caught in a system.
My soul pouring out details of borrowed time, had enough of a fill, this is for sorrow time. I’m seeing visions of Heaven, I seen the severed line, between the gospel they speak and when theyre telling lies.
Remember telling a friend of mine, you’d sent of mine, identified like a 3rd eye. Got a habit of knowing now where the dirt lies. So benign. I ain’t sober after 9, so I fuck their minds. Why you flipping out, see another
Try to rep it from the city, fuck a chiller crew, repping for the nittys, trying to keep us down, raised on the social, don’t want to let us out of the system. Me, I insist we assist them, me alone putting shifts til I lift them
20:53-21:12
I know it’s hard, that’s why I like it, I’m fit to fight it, I’m from the North, I’m backing Tyson, it’s been decided, don’t see no light. They needing guiding, just redefining, realizing, I’m realigning, in full finance, they stay silenced.
Can’t be louder, I’m juiced up with no powder. I fix shit like a slick spanner. Gone green like Bruce Banner. So free Gaza on my banner
21:12-21:51
The real McCoy, I ain’t nothing to toy with, signifying peace like a Japanese Koi Fish. How did this happen, we’re moving backwards in our timeline, killing us with cyanide, Right up for the freedom 'til we transform like Ironhide
This is bout my feelings, the way that I move affects the fate that I’m sealing. Can’t say nothing, with that something being on the page, kept inside the pen like the bars that have been kept caged. See I always had a plan, since I was young, we had nothing man
Now it’s been a few years since I ain’t seen the fam, on foreign lands. Bout to climb Everest in the avalanche. Right into the riddles as soon as you were born. Never asking the question cuz it’s the norm. See I’m in a questionin’ session
21:52-22:03
Like the manner got a method to teaching a lesson, listen to MF Doom, he taught me like Ra’s Al Ghul. Felt like living in Gotham, the people were rotten. Still we play cartoons so it’s never forgotten.
22:03-22:15
Chilling at the top but we came from the bottom. Writing and jottin for them life by, spotting the difference
*Dreams, was growing out of me, sun promising that tomorrow it will rise, time playing games with my mind, I swear it will pass us by
Train goes on the tracks, smoke, I’m tired to hide my thoughts, so blinded in flames, Don’t know where we’re going, I have no way of knowing, only see what’s in my head
Can’t we wait a minute, so we can savour this, It’s on my brain again, these days, It on my brain again these days”
23:10-23:46
They’re hating on Palestine ways, The oh no Palace playing Prince on the Steinway, Sending out mind waves, stop them like crimewaves, Freedom fighter, Yellow Metal is my name
Like vipers, I see the sly ones, the snake that’s called Biden, none of them abiding what they might put in writing
We should be used to it by now, say whatever for the vote and then just choose another route, say they’d never kill another unless that brother’s skin is brown
I’m just telling you the facts, if you can’t take it, the truth naked, to bare bones and my thoughts lately, spitting politics.. Done ain’t it, Shit just gets me vexed, and now I’m sitting that I think of it
23:45-23:59
Feeling on the brink of it, whatever it is, Figure out some shit at least it feels that way
talk about my feelings and I don’t feel so strange, finding solace, that’s a promise, in Metropolis but being honest, can’t write a sonnet, without some pain
24:00-24:40
Can’t fade away, away so we can savour this, been on my brain again these days
Can't find a way to be so you can savour this, been on my brain these days
Singing the song for another, singing a song for another
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loki episode 5
so.
im in pain. emotional. its fine. lets review.
the entire loki squad is iconic. i MEAN THE KID STRAIGHT UP KILLED THOR. its great. dont even get me started on the alligator. i love it. i cant stand ravonna, i just hate her. shes a good villain, didn’t expect it. NOW the entire scene with the alligator attacking boastful loki was one of my favourite parts. i love that everyone thought sylvie was terrifying, i love it. also can we talk about how much screen time the alligator got considering hes AN ALLIGATOR. im very thankful, dont get me wrong. i gotta say, president loki was messing with my head, twas scaring me. now SYLVIE AND MOBIUS TOGETHER WAS AMAZING. that was everything i couldve asked for. they have great chemistry. i really need the scenes if mobius interrogating sylvie about loki. i just I NEED IT. back to the lokis, president loki being confused why theres an alligator, then getting attacked by said alligator. thats it, i love it, i would watch it for days. tHEN IT BITES HIS DAMN HAND OFF AND THE ABSOLUTE CHAOS IS JUST SUPERB. just, amazing. “shes the only one i do trust” UM WHOS MOBIUS THEN BITCH? EXCUSE ME. sorry i just adore mobius with every cell of my body. i also love sylvie. i just, i love her, shes me, shes great, shes- i love her. sylvies definetly the superior loki, gotta say. i also love the faith that mobius has in loki. its just, hes very in love. can we just talk about how an ALLIGATOR IS PRAYING. i love this thing. “is he a coward or is he being brave” is the definition of lokis character lets be real. and THE PURE JOY IN LOKIS “Mobius!” HIS LITTLE SMILE I CANT JGHJDGKJ. #sylvie is fed up with lokis stupidity. also, RELEASE B-15. HELLO? THIS IS KINDA RUDE. TF YOU THINK SHES GONNA TELL U. LIKE MAAM. WHAT? B-15 DIDN’T EVEN REALLY KNOW. i also wanna know how MUCH talking b-15 and sylvie did. because like... i really like the ship ok? its fine. everything is fine. WHATS UP WITH MISS MINUTES. SHES BEING WACK AND IM SCARED. #we’re still confused by the alligator and i love it. so mobius finds the chance to gush about loki any time he can get. i respect it. i loved the heart to heart loki and sylvie had. they start talking about mobius, which is fair, i would also start gushing about mobius m mobius in the face of imminent death. LETS TALK ABOUT SYLVIES LITTLE “he cares about you”. SHE KNOWS. AFTER SPENDING TIME WITH BOTH OF THEM, SHE 100% K N O W S. and i love it. her knowing smile when loki doesnt respond is just gsgfkasgfkhs. the entire conversation following that about their ‘relationship’ looks like its out of a grade 5 playground, its great. but thats the thing. i dont think their romantic, given the following line is “i dont have friends” by sylvie. meaning their just friends. and let me tell ya, an mcu project has never focused and has been this self aware of a relationship, especially like this. especially because this relationship hasn’t even started. so, me and my lokius heart will be in the corner, thank you very much. i love how they immediately start banter, they’re a great duo, its fantastic. you know who loki also betrayed? MOBIUS. they keep making it clear, first with the dagger, the “he cares about you”, now this, that mobius loves loki. no but wtf are those birds. whatever, not the point. sylvies so powerful i love her. (im sorry im very gay). the moment loki says “im staying” who turns around BUT MOBIUS. C’MON. kid loki giving loki a dagger is just so. IT CAN ALSO SYMBOLIZE SELF LOVE BECAUSE LOVE IS A DAGGER. lokius’ goodbye. im not ok. first we got hit in the stomach with “burn it to the ground. thanks for the spark” then WE GOT THE GODDAMN HUG. the look on lokis face as he went to hug him. this was a bond. he cares about mobius. a handshake wont do. they were farther than that. and the dagger in the shot WAS NOT A MF COINCIDENCE. I’LL TELL YOU THAT MUCH. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER OF STORY. #sylvie just out her like: imma need that dagger to cut this romantic and sexual tension sweet jesus. now, did i cry during the goodbye? y e s, yes i did. loki being able to enchant it was so powerful. it shows his full potential and just how power he is. LOKIS are just powerful. classic loki built ASGARD FOR GODS SAKE. SYLVIE DID THAT ENCHANTING ON HER OWN FOR A LARGE AMOUNT OF TIME. so iconic, i love them all. “because we’re the same” then why did you fall in love mf? whats that about? the fact this episode ends on a cliff hanger is kinda very rude but whatever. if mobius doesnt come back im gonna- its not gonna be pretty.
so yeah, that was my review, this is by far my favourite episode, i adore it. aNyWaYs.
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Ring Around The Rosie
Part three is here! Just so all of you know, part four is also already in the works! Part two and part one can be found in their respective places. As always, I hope you enjoy!
Janus can swear his breath dies in his chest the moment those words leave his lips. Virgil couldn’t know his departure hurt. He spent so long- snapping, sharpening his words and playing his part to make Virgil think that, yes, him turning away and leaving his family in the dark was his fault, not Janus’ for starting the fight, not Remus’ for finishing it, but Virgil’s for turning around, for slamming the door so hard Janus swore he heard the wood splinter. Now he knew. Now he knew that somewhere, deep inside, Janus feels the guilt, too.
“Janus, you’re delirious.”
No, he wasn’t. Who said that? Virgil didn’t say that. Virgil is sitting in some sort of mocking silence, surely. Was the water speaking to him? No, he wasn’t in the water anymore. Why does he still feel cold, then? Why does he still feel like he’s drowning? Why can’t be breathe? Why isn’t he breathing?!
“-us! Janus, can you hear me?! Janus!” Virgil’s voice jolts him out of his head, his doubled- maybe tripled- vision jarring him into a sort of subdued stupor. His lungs burn, the sensation sizzling up his throat, spreading throughout his chest, and suddenly he is very aware that this is, in fact, not a dream.
Then, warmth, grounding him into reality, arms wrapped tightly around him, rubbing soothing circles into his back. Janus coughs sharply, trembling in the other side’s hold, trying to wake his lungs from whatever troublesome slumber they are in, because one thing the deceitful side is certain of is that his body is not following his fucking orders.
“Breathe, Janus, breathe. It’s okay, I’m right here.” Virgil’s soft, gentle voice soothes Janus’ inter turmoil, his coughing calming into raspy, wheezing gasps as he tries to get the air back into his lungs. Sagging in Virgil’s hold, he finds himself staring dazedly at the wall, focusing on the way his chest reluctantly rises and falls, fighting against some sort of pressure that Janus struggles to counter. Everything hurts. Even his emotions, at this point, somehow feel pain.
“Are you real?” Janus’ voice comes out as a rough, strained rasp against his already-raw throat. The colors of the room dull, fading into washed out blacks, whites, and grays, melting together like some sort of abstract painting.
“Janus, this isn’t a dream, I’m-“ Virgil starts but Janus cuts into his explanation, tone full of exhaustion.
“You’re real, yes, yes, I get it. I’m real, this couch is real, this room is real- because we’re all not just facets of a thirty-one year old man’s personality. Very real indeed.” Janus drawls, then starts coughing again, because Lord knows his luck is just fantastic today- truly divine.
Virgil’s hand moves up, gently guiding Janus’ head down to rest on the other side’s shoulder. Janus has no energy or will to retaliate, instead simply leaning into him as his body wracks with the force of his coughs. He feels Virgil’s hand on his back again, rubbing circles like before. It soothes the fuzzy feeling in his lungs, easing his coughs back into wheezing breaths once more.
“Why are you helping me?” Janus rasps, forcing his eyes up to gaze into Virgil’s own troubled ones. The anxious side hesitates, carefully picking out his words.
“I felt bad.”
Wow. Janus nearly scoffs- such a bland, vague answer. He shouldn’t have expected any better.
“Pity is your only reason? Good to know I’m just so important to you then.” Janus can’t keep the edge of irritation out of his voice, and he feels Virgil wince. Good.
“That’s not what I meant. I meant that uh- well- things happen, and- um- I want to help so I....dive into lakes to save my enemies....” Virgil stammers, but on the last word, Janus pushes himself away. Bad move. His entire body flares up with pain, black dots swarming his vision, a cry of pain leaving his mouth as his collarbone lights on fire. He swears that someone could roast a marshmallow over it, from how fiercely it burns. Virgil seems to go pale as he realizes what he said, because shit, that isn’t what he meant-
“Janus, Janus, hey, breathe-“ Virgil almost begs, voice frantic as he moves forwards, helping Janus to lay down as he spasms, the force of the pain making him gasp. Janus stares blankly up at the ceiling, eyes wild, then, they cloud over, slipping shut as his struggling comes to a stop. Virgil stays stiffly beside him, staring down in shock.
“LOGAN!! LOGAN HELP!!”
Janus isn’t breathing.
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It’s The Avengers (03x10)
Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)
Season 3 Episode 10: Safehouse
Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.
Warnings: soft moments
Word Count: It is an achievement to get this chapter out. Imma celebrate it. Oh fanfic Gods! Give me the power!
MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)
The camera only had space made up with the galactic beauty swirling in deepest green that can put the stars to shame. The black hole seemed to become bigger as the camera has decided to use a snail's pace to zoom out, giving the audience quite the treat into the pool seems to disappear and reappear under the pale lids with unsurprisingly long lashes. Those veritable brows are wrinkled- enough to make one concerned but not enough to force someone to come and sit next to him with an ice-cream sundae as Peter did once- as if wondering something under their hypothetical breaths. The camera panned out more to show those thin lips going thinner, almost into one nearly invisible line. A long breath is drawn in and those long white fingers are made to rest on his chin as he looks up into an endless void and even Javier- who is being recorded by the other tiny drone- is thinking some stuff. The camera panned out further to show him half lying on the pilot seat while his legs rested on the cargo box behind, away from the controls. A true piece of art.
Javier: *signs as he points to his tablet with Loki's live feed* this God could be a fucking model. *fans himself*
It wasn't long before his voice broke the silence. "Maybe it is the food," he contemplates for the room where his only audience is a busy fur-baby licking his nethers. "Or maybe it was the people on Knowhere. Or it was just that...dingy old-" Loki's casually furry brows were now carrying a full frown- "lair. I don't know."
The sigh the left his lungs was loud enough to reach to the back while he lifted his legs to ground himself and droop into his own lap, running his hands through his nearly greasy hair. When was the last time he washed them?
"Why is she mad, Lulu?" Loki groans, trying to massage his head to get something out of it.
Lulu, on the other hand, decided this was the best time to lie upside down and play with the one blue firefly that got stuck in their ship while they were leaving Knowhere.
"Why has she locked herself back there?" He raised his head and asked some invisible force before looking at Javier's camera.
Loki: I'm not concerned for her *pretends to shrug* I just *blinks* don't want my ship to be flooded with her tears. Humans just have the tendency to go all out with their hurt and pain unlike some of us. *camera zooms in to his face* *resting bitch face on* Tell a word about this to her and I will cut you.
A click of something in the back immediately heightened Loki's senses to make his elbow slip from the chair, making him look for support long enough to pose in the chair with the nearest piece of reading material like a man lost in a completely different world, doing an award-worthy job of pretending to not see you come in.
"Do we have some sort of digestive tablets on board?" Your hoarse voice asked while barely looking around the space. "I feel bloated. It's fucking disgusting." The groan you let out made Lulu sit up and tilt his head in your direction with his fur standing straight on his back.
Loki tsked, still not looking up from the catalogue of the best sex robots on the market in Knowhere. "I told you not to eat those Cheese Puffs on Know-"
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!!"
Your rage-filled outburst caught the god by surprise, making him jolt up enough to be caught by the camera for the amusement of a certain group of people hungry for entertainment.
"THosE FUckING chEEse puFFs wOn'T do me as much damage as your BICKERING!!!" The painful frustration that left your lungs made Javier's eyes go wide. Loki turned to look at the camera in pure confusion.
Loki: *a glorious frown on his face* *arms crossed* *bites lower lip* *inhales* *raises finger* maybe she is sexually frustrated? Space can no human touch can do that to you. And she clearly hasn't watched porn since we teleported *scoffs lightly* *rolls eyes* thank Valhalla for that. I no longer have to hear those filthy noises from across the wa- *stops mid-sentence when a mug comes flying to hit him in the head*
"Pervert," you call from out of the frame while Loki ruffles his hair to remove the shards of ceramic caught in there.
Loki: Okay *stares at the camera* maybe she's not sexually frustrated. *pauses with his lips still apart* *camera pans in* unless this tantrum is a human way of getting my atten- *another mug comes flying*
"Okay," Loki spun around in his chair to put the ship in full throttle for a destination only he knew about, "that's it. I did not want it to come to this but we are landing here."
The camera spun to you and your crinkled brows. "We are supposed to get back your juice, man. Stop making unwanted pit-stops."
Lulu's camera caught the disgust on Loki's face as he closed his eyes and shook his head lightly. "Stop saying that."
"What?" You crossed your arms across your chest, narrowing your eyes while glaring at the back of his head. "Your juice?"
"It's my essence."
"But it is your juice. You took it out and now you want to put it back in."
"The essence was extracted out of me and I need to consume it-"
"You know that sounds worse, right?"
"..."
"Don't worry, baby, we'll get your bad bitch juice."
"It's NOT a ju-why am I even arguing."
"Because it's a turn on," you muttered under your breath before sitting down with Lulu in your lap and tying your seat belt.
"What?" Loki turned his head around.
"Nothing." Innocent as ever.
Loki: I think she's forgetting I have good ears. *narrows eyes and puckers his lips*
You: Oh I know he has super-hearing. That's why I leave my laptop on a decent volume with some classic porno on whenever I'm mad at him. *shrugs and leans back in the chair* *camera pans in on your smirk*
On a Planet Unknown
The cameras took in the expanse of the barren planet the group had landed on. The ground seemed to have been hit with a drought. There were small hills in the distance and a few craters scattered all over. The star of this solar system shone too far, bright with pink hues on its tails, making everything drown in a tinge of blush.
It was hard to miss this strange sentiment on Loki's face. A mixture of nostalgia with a side of something sour. He breathed in this atmosphere, closing his eyes to reminisce something the others did not have a clue about. A serene smile painted on his lips while his skin reflected the baby pink hues with delicate softness.
Javier, talented with his work, used his hovering little drone cam to slowly and cautiously pan in on Loki's face, being really patient on the controls in his hands.
"So this is where your juice is?"
The zooming in stopped as Loki's eyes opened, blinked twice and sighed some of his internal frustration out.
"My-" you could see the boiling lines of frustration on his face while Javier caught the suppressed delight on yours- "juice...is not here."
"Then why are we here?"
"To get rid of you-"
You whipped your head faster than he could finish.
"-r grey clouds."
Suspicion fresh on your face, you waited for him to continue.
"When I'd fallen into the wormhole after my... alleged demise, this was the first place I discovered after a series of misfortunes," Loki exhaled, looking at clean nothingness in front of them.
It was not much but Javier zoomed in your face that did a slow shift from the barren view to the sharp face that reflected nothing but a painful softness in those melodramatic hues.
"This-" your voice was softer than you wanted it to be- "was your...safehouse?"
Loki inhaled and turned to give you a thoughtful look. "In some ways, yes."
The hints of smile that were on Loki's face seemed to question the expression on your face as your lips parted in slight horror before he was witnessing you jump away from something and right into his arms with a scream.
"Something touched my foot!!!"
No one really told Javier to focus on a specific genre yet there he was, letting his camera do a slow-mo on the way Loki's arm came to the rescue of your waist, holding you steady. And close to him. Javier neither missed the frantic grasp of Loki's black shirt under his overcoat by your hands as you turned around to watch what menace had bothered to make you their next victim.
Javier: *signing* I do not know how to activate Lulu's stomach music otherwise I would have added a cheesy track too. *smiles* *somewhere on Earth a boy forgets to breathe*
"Relax," Loki soothed you as he looked down at the familiar purple and pink light crawling up through the cracks in the ground, "here. Look."
He did not push you away, in fact, he held you just as he did while you followed his gaze to look at seedling sprouting through the ground and growing leaves and a bud right in front of you in real-time; the bonus being the glow-in-the-dark veins and petals that shone purple and pink.
A muted 'Woah' left your lungs while Lulu examined the little plant, tapping at it with his paw to be amused by the ripple he created in the bioluminescent flora.
Loki leaned a little closer to your ear while you were still gawking at the plant next to your feet. "Look up," he whispered.
"Huh?" Your eyes instantly went away from the plant towards the field that now had an abundance of these flowers while trees grew at a distance carrying the same effect in their leaves- with purple fire trapped inside them.
"What the hell is this place?!" You could barely breathe.
Loki, on the other hand, was having a gala time at the expense of your expressions. "There was once a...lets say a conscious planet that went by the name Ego. Ego created an ecosystem that would survive in the absence of a star and when in the presence of it, it would camouflage itself to keep the biome intact, because, you know, greedy neighbours, bad rocks, invading aliens, yada yada."
You look at the camera to shake your head.
"What you are standing on right now is a chunk of that ecosystem."
You looked around once again. "So, this thing was bigger than what it is now?"
Loki was delighted by your interest. "Yes. It was ten times the size of the earth. And-" he added with such a gush of stress that you were scared he was going to burst any moment- "it had dinosaurs."
You: *guffaws* Haha! Nerd!
Loki: *suspiciously stared at the camera* What. I have interests too, you judgy clots.
*somewhere outside the frame you softly shout 'It's thots!'*
Yes. *does not waver his gaze from the camera* That.
"Damn! I could live in this place forever!"
Loki narrowed his eyes in slight discomfort. "Weeeellll-"
The camera cut to you looking like you saw a ghost. "EGO WAS PETER QUILL'S DAD????!!!!!" You shout right into the frame before your body freezes and the shock disappears into a blank slate. "Wait a second..."
The camera was already turning to Loki who was shaking his head and whispering to himself, "She went there."
You: *confusion level: the white guy who went to India instead of Indiana* How did Quill's parent even have sex?!! *camera pans in on the gasp that escapes you* Tentacles!
*the camera pans out to show Loki standing next to you with he arms crossed across his chest*
Loki: *tired* Pervert.
"This is a dead rock with the remnant prints of Ego," he continued, "Come, let's go inside." Saying that he started to walk in some random direction according to you while bringing his hand for you to take.
Your eyes went from those long fingers open and waiting for you before looking at the back of his head. A step more from him and you rushed your hand to take his, wrapping your fingers carefully around his palm.
The camera was quick to catch your free hand going for the back of your ear, scratching some itch while silently walking some distance with the God.
"Wh-" you cleared the vibrating disturbance in your throat- "where are we going?"
"Just a few more steps."
And true to his words, a few steps later, Loki stopped, making you pause right next to him. Letting go of your hand- something that made you grip those fingers in the other hand, trying to wring them dry of secrets only you knew- to feel something in the space in front of him with his palm. And when he did, he grabbed the space and yanked it back, revealing the space to give way to a cottage.
A small, dark, probably comfy cottage. In the middle of nowhere. Covered in glowing purple moss.
While you stood there gaping at the incomprehensible science happening in front of you, Loki undid the padlock on the front door to open and enter first.
"Stay outside till I tell you to come in," he ordered, not realising you were too engrossed in the exterior architecture of this little house to listen to him. Javier sent one of his drones inside while waiting outside with you.
"Dude!" You exhaled while punching Javier on his arm, "this is heaven!!!"
Turning the camera to face him, Javier looked at it and signed 'is it though?'.
"Alright, come in," Loki's voice called for you from inside.
"Hiding your porn stash, Loki?" you stated quite rhetorically before the camera found you frozen at the entrance of what looked like a living room. And your eyes stuck on Loki's face softly illuminated by the blue-ish purple flames captured inside a foot long lamp in the shape of a cuboid.
You stood there in a ten-second daze, your eyes stuck on the face that worked meticulously with four more similar lamps before turning to look at you, immediately making you throw your gaze at the lamps.
"Nice lights," you stated, a little louder than usual, clearly confused by your own pitch.
Loki walked around the place, hanging the lamps to help light up the cottage, allowing you, the cameras and Lulu to explore the place more freely.
The cottage felt more spacious on the inside. There was a sofa facing a window where you stood, a small but decent workstation behind it next to the wall with small tools stacked by the size and category. The walls were decorated with a league of tools that only Loki knew about.
"Is that a Ghili suit?" you had to ask.
"Yes," Loki answered without looking from the kitchen, "and no, you cannot try it on."
You tsked and Loki smiled.
"So-" you clapped your hands and walked around casually, letting your legs stretch with each step- "where the beds at."
Loki turned to face you, taking a step towards you, holding his arm up to take the support of the ceiling as he leaned in to get his face close to yours.
Javier- clever as ever- zoomed in at the bulge of Loki's bicep wanting to get free of the lone t-shirt that barely got to see the light of the day with that unexplainably fashionable overcoat. There was a split second where the camera looked at Lulu scratching away at the sofa in the living room, drawing his attention with a click and gesturing something out of the frame to make the little furball pause the massacre for a few seconds before pressing his stomach.
Can't Keep My Eyes Off You Lo-Fi version starts playing through Lulu's stomach.
"There are no beds here, darling," Loki cooed with his signature smirk right in your face. "There is only a bed."
Your composure might have slipped for a second with his model-like posture but you had seen enough fuckboys in your life to deal with the God's sense of play.
"Oh," you stressed sullenly while taking off your jacket and throwing it on the couch over Lulu, "guess we'll have to make do with what we have."
You knew your puppy dog eyes won't do much on this creature but that slight distortion in his gaze when he blinked to look down at your sweaty tank top before coming back to your face was worth it all.
You: *chuckling* no matter where they come from they are all horny at some point under it all, aren't they?! *looks away from the lens at Javier* Hmm? *mocking a laugh* What? I was just joking with him. That's how friends joke with each other. *glares at Javier with the smile still smacked on your face* Don't read into it.
*camera swerves to show Javier sign*
Javier: Will Mr Stark think this as a joke? Just asking?
*camera swerves back to the one-eighty your expression does*
You: Oh, he'll kill him.
Back On Earth
"Ooooh, Tony's gonna murder that punk."
Sam's crackling whisper was followed by nods and hums from Peter, Scott and Wanda. Vision was the only one who tilted his head in deep thought. "Is it because Loki held Y/N's hand and holding one's hand shows a sign of affection?"
"Yes, our big robot baby," Scott sang while feeding Vision another popcorn.
"But Wanda and Natasha hold hands too. But it seems absurd for me to get mad at that," the AI continued while Wanda chuckled.
"Wanda and Natasha holding hands is akin to two sisters holding hands," Scott explained, "and that's the only concept we will go with if we all like our necks intact." All the boys agreed. "Now Loki, on the other hand, is seen as a threat by Tony because Y/N, his daughter, is young and still a baby in his eyes whom he wants to protect at all costs. While Loki- thanks to his chiselled looks and accurately hot manners- seems like the boy no father would want their daughter to date. Because a man like that takes seconds to make a girl fall in love with him. Look at the dude. Look at the bod. And that's when he is wearing clothes on clothes on clothes. No wonder Tony wouldn't want him within a hundred feet of his daughter."
Now, everyone was looking at a sighing Scott giving heart eyes to Loki on the screen.
The camera turned to show a previously busy-with-her-nails Natasha pausing to look at the Ant-Man and wonder. "You are in love with Loki."
"Head over heels, woman," Scott smiled without looking away from the screen.
"Tell me one thing," Peter asked out of curiosity while chewing on the popcorn, "you learned the word 'akin' today, didn't you?"
"It was the word of the day on dictionary.com," he replied without missing a beat.
Space Farm Safehouse
One of Javier's camera had followed you up the attic, while you went looking for a place to hang your wet clothes. Unlike the eerie space shown in the movies, this one was spacious, had an entire wall with a window and a sofa set in the direction to enjoy the view of the flora sparkling outside.
Putting your clothes on what looked like a wooden chair in the corner, you sat down on the sofa, eyes stuck on the view outside.
The camera rotated to capture the wave of purple embers riding the plants and the cracks of the ground.
The camera watched you inhale when steps were heard coming up the stairs, a figure out of focus walking behind you, disappearing to let you feel the cushion dip next to you.
"Feels one hell of a place hide from the world," you whispered, never blinking for the fear of missing it all.
La vie en rose Louis Armstrong but it's raining
Loki chuckled. "Who hurt you?"
The playful grin on Loki's face turned to ash when he turned and watched you sniffle while huge tears fell from your eyes. The God's face knew a new type of fear when he turned to the camera.
Loki: *raises his hands in defence* I swear upon my own self I meant it as a joke. *looks at the camera* Tony, if you are seeing this, it was a joke.
"Why does it hurt so much?" You sobbed while your eyes never once stopped the tap that had been set free. "Even after so many years, why do all those old memories hurt so much?"
Loki did open his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He brought his hand forward to keep it on your shoulder but stopped short, taking it up to your head before receding his hand back to himself.
"W-"
"I am having a good day and suddenly I cannot stop thinking about the time my mom ripped all my drawing because she wanted me to do something more 'productive'. It's been, what, twelve years and that stupid memory is fucking me up today." By this time you were ugly crying, trying to stop your snot from coming out of your nose.
Loki shuffled where he sat, finally bringing his hand up to let his fingers touch your head. "There, there," he sputtered, the pain of embarrassment bright on his face.
"Loki I-uh-I am sooo sorry!" You bawled, clearly confusing the God even more.
"You don't have to be s-"
"I met Frigga on Knowhere," you stated between your tears and jerks, making him pause where he sat. "And obviously she was supposed to meet you but got stuck with me for some reason. And then before we could come to you, I asked her if she was the good guy, you know. To make sure she was not going to hurt you. And she was super sweet and she smiled at me and then disappeared and I am so sorry you were not able to meet her because of me."
It felt like ages passed when Loki blinked and brought himself to the current space and time. His brows furrowed and his iris seemed to open wide in some heavy revelation.
"Is that why you have been struggling since we left Knowhere?"
You sniffled and took the white rag that came out of frame, making the camera pan out to watch Lulu sitting by your feet ready with another rag for you. No one knew where he got them from.
"Is this why you did not talk to me the entire trip?"
You nodded before blowing your nose into the rag and tossing it into the basket kept in the corner.
Loki sighed. "Y/N." He scooched closer to you, taking your shoulders to turn you towards him."Look at me."
You did.
"My mother disappearing on you is not your fault." You whimpered, forcing him to move each of his hand from your shoulder to your face, his fingers running the length, allowing his palm to anchor itself over your jaw. "Frigga was a Witch. And she was no ordinary Witch. If she found a way to meet you even after her death then I am confident that she will find a way to meet me too. Okay?"
He waited for an answer.
The camera panned in to look at your tear-smeared face nod in between his hands.
"Now I want you to tell me something-" he sang soothingly being as gentle with his words as with those hands still stuck on your face- "did these old memories come up after you met her?"
That guilty puppy look you gave him confirmed some fear of his.
He said something under his breath that sounded like an alien curse. Almost drooping with his eyes closed, he pulled himself back to face you. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, Y/N." He let his thumb stroke your cheek, neither of you realising how you leaned into his touch.
"I think there is something else that made me go through it," you muttered through your hoarse throat.
Loki simply nodded.
"I think I'm about to start my-"
"Period," Loki finished your sentence, sighing and taking his hands away from your face to let one arm move around your shoulder. "I know. I could hear your uterus howling on the ship."
You adjusted yourself on the couch to bring your legs up and rest your head on his shoulder. "That must be quite scary for you, hearing my insides like that."
"Ehh," Loki answered, looking at the scenery outside while meteors passed through the sky, lighting up when entering the atmosphere, "not as scary when your intestines growling before you let all the air out of your syste-ow!"
"It's gas! It's normal. Get over it, you twat!"
The sound of his chuckle reverberated throughout the cottage. Lulu slept at the foot of the couch while the two of you talked some more till sleep took over one and the other found a blanket to cover you and let your rest.
"Let's find some cure for this bloody situation in the morning," Loki whispered to your snoring figure; finding himself sitting the foot of the sofa for a few more minutes before letting his hand pat your head a few times.
Two pats and he moved his hand away, watching the camera entering the space.
"What are you looking at?" he softly threw in Javier's direction, getting up and walking past him. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up just with the first rays."
The Lounge
"Oof! These idiots 'bout to fall in love."
The camera zoomed out to show Rhodey sipping his morning coffee while Peter and Scott slept over each other on the couch, snoring quite loud while Zuko licked Peter's face while standing on the armrest.
Rhodey looked at the duo, judging them and their will to sit there for more than twenty-four hours.
"You guys are lucky Tony has another daughter to think about right now." He tsked and turned back to the TV, muttering 'fangirls' under his breath before walking away to get a refill.
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Alright I'm back
But what if they can't save Selena?
How about you not think that
Max could maybe, with David’s love, survive life without magic.
But he didn’t think he could survive a life filled with fear.
Max you won't be able to live without it
But we need David
But if we kill Asmodeus?
Max: Selena took her Poison Ivy cosplay a little too seriously
I snorted
Dad, despite recovering from a fucking hole in his chest, had called for a meeting with the closest allies and confidants to restrategize.
ALEC FUCKING TAKE A NAP
Well he was sleeping earljer
SLEEP MORE BITCH
“What if the Consul hears us?” David would ask every goddamn time they were in the apartment.
“Babe,” Max would groan. “He is not even home.”
I just had an image of Alec somewhere else in the world spying on these two
Can't wait for David to come back and for there to be bonding
But Max remembered seeing David smile and thinking he would burn down the world to see it again.
It was a little extreme of course.
But people shouldn’t judge him for it. They hadn’t seen that smile. If they had, they would understand.
Their love just 😭😭
ELYAAS
HUH WTF
He's an eldest curse??????
Leviathan
I think
It makes sense
Oh my god
Yup it is
Levi wasn't an angel
So it makes sense why Max wasn't affected
So many thoughts
Is Levi gonna help max??
With bringing David back
“Do you always call your parents by their first name?” Leviathan asked in an amused tone.
STFU YOU ARE NOTHING BUT THE SPERM GIVER
Leviathan seems...okayish
Manipulating children IS disgusting. He made a good point
So he's the most powerful then...
Baby you really need to talk to Magnus now
“Believe me, this doesn’t even make it to the top five of the crazy shit I’ve been through in the last two weeks,”
True enofuu
“I don’t plot,” Leviathan laughed. “Well, not all the time. I am the prince of chaos after all.”
“Jesus, no wonder I am a fucking mess,” Max groaned.
Such a mood
What's with the "sugar"?
Does that shark have the same name as me...
MAMA IM A SHARK
Ok but first are we gonna talk about the fact that max is a blue Percy Jackson?
Back to the shark
Imma creat a storyline for my shark
I'm a megalodon because it was my hyper fixation for a long time. Yes they are extinct but razeil wasn't supposed to lose his powers either so the impossible happens. I'm the only one alive because otherwise it would fuck up the ecosystem (hyper fixation remember?) I'm immortal and I don't reproduce because again the ecosystem.
Also Hi max!!
Don't make stupid decisions!! Bye max imma swim away now!!
“That’s Evie,” Leviathan said. “Say hello.”
Max waved at the shark. He could swear it grinned back at him.
🦈🦈
“Perhaps it was lost in translation
The logical part of my brain: do not...
My swiftie brain: MAYBE WE GOT LOST IN TRANSLATION MAYBE I ASKED FOR TOO MUCH
Lemme switch the song
PLEASE MAX HAVING SO MANY SIMILARITIES WITH LEVI
Oh my god max is fucking Moses
calm down Percy Jackson
Also seafood is disgusting.
Evie the shark is disgusted by you
How dare you
He can control humans...
Blood has water
WE ARE 70 PERSON WATER
He can blood bend
“Because I was tired of listening to my brothers boast about their children,” Leviathan huffed. “Magnus this. Tessa that. I wanted to know what all the fuss was about.”
“Aw,” Max deadpanned. “You had baby fever.”
OH MY GOD HE HAD BABY FEVER
I'm kinda liking him but then again the bar is on the fucking ground after Belial and Asmodeus so...
Also this feels like another sammael situation
“Very,” Leviathan chuckled. “Also, no one expects two eldest curses to be under the same roof. It’s very unusual.”
“You wanted to fool Asmodeus,” Max pointed out in realization.
“He is not the only one capable of making powerful offspring,” Leviathan huffed.
I don't even know what to say about him leaving max on the doorstep of the academy
Thank you? Since Malec found him
Not at the princes of hell being like those moms
Especially Belial and Asmodeus
So leviathan wants him to stay alive for his chaotic purposes in the future
Well then
But seriously though Asmodeus will kill him if he finds out
Do not tell him
Max ignored that. He didn’t know why people kept pitting him against Rafael. He hated Rafael, of course. But only in that way all siblings did. He loved Rafael with all his heart.
Exactly!!!
This is giving me serious Percy Jackson vibes
Also leviathan giving him that sea shell is kind of sweet....
Like Poseidon gave Percy that sand dollar
They pulled the "you'll know when the time's right" shit
Smh
Just give straight answers
Also. It's not bad to have power as long as you use it correctly.
So max, just because you are super powerful and are made for chaos, it doesn't have to be a bad thing. Idk what you'll do in the future or if you'll even keep your immortality but just...I hope you have an anchor to cling to when you feel yourself slipping
“You were born into power, Max. As a warlock. As a Lightwood-Bane. And as my own. Don’t be afraid of it. Don’t be afraid of who you are. Don’t be afraid of what you will become.”
“What if I am not meant for this?” Max asked.
“You are meant to do great things,” Leviathan said, his voice gentle. “I know it.”
“How?” Max asked.
“Because I made you,” the prince of hell replied. “You are, and always have been, my greatest investment.”
IS THIS A KANEJ REFERENCE????
Y'all he cares!!
THERE'S A WAY TO GET DAVID AND POWERS???
Oh thank god someone telling him to talk to his parents
Which one?
Oh of course Magnus
Max please you need to talk to him
Seriously though Magnus are you ok???
Well none of them are
But are you ok??
“Baby,” Alec said. “Your shirt is inside out.”
“Oh,” Magnus said and looked down. Then he looked up at Alec again. “Do you want me to take it off?”
A breath of laughter escaped Alec. “If I ever say no to that question, that’s your cue that I’ve been possessed.”
BABY HE CALLED MAGNUS BABY
When I reread in going to creat a counter of all the times Alec calls Magnus baby
They would save him – and then they would go back home.
All four of them. Just the way it was meant to be.
TEARS
“You know what you should do if you are worried about someone?” Alec asked his husband.
Magnus looked at him. “What?”
“Talk to them,” Alec smiled.
“He is not talking to me, Alexander,” Magnus said defeatedly. “No. It’s worse. He is lying to me.”
“Then keep trying,” Alec insisted. “I know Max can be difficult sometimes. But we can’t give up on him.”
“I would never,” Magnus said then, his voice quiet. “But what if gives up on me?”
“He wouldn’t,” Alec promised.
He'll come around. He always dose. He would never give up on your or the family.
“What?” Alec asked in alarm.
Magnus chuckled. “You look horrified.”
This made me laugh.
In his defense, facial grooming hadn’t really been a priority with everything else that was going on.
Valid!
One kiss and I'm drowning in their feels 😭😭
“We are not responsible for what happened to her,” Alec said gently. “But we are responsible for what comes next. So, let’s make good choices, okay?”
EXACTLY!!
“Well,” Max said. “This…This is me in pieces.”
THE PARALLEL
“You have more to lose,” Alec pointed out. “When you have everything to lose, you need to think with your own head. Don’t listen to what other people say about you. Decide who you are and decide what you want. Whatever you decide, bapak and I will have your back.”
Just...he's so right.
“We have a situation,” Izzy said the moment he walked in.
Alec was no longer surprised. “What is it?”
He's so used to it by now
ALRIGHT WHO SNITCHED
KINGSLEY I WILL DROWN YOU
That's what you care about??? The next Consul??? A CHILD HAS BEEN POSSESSED
Aww Gabriel and Alec
“I don’t need your apology,” Gabriel said and walked out of the room and then turned back. “I would never betray Selena. But you did. All of you.”
Alec looked at Jace, who looked deeply ashamed.
“There is a possibility, however small, that we will never get Selena back again,” Gabriel said. “And the last thing she will remember as herself is that the people she loved didn’t believe her and put her under the mortal sword.”
They are right.
They might have been shady at first but they wouldn't do something like this
I better not regret trusting them
How do you thrust your hands into your sweater...?
Sweaters have POCKETS???
Oh my god I just googled it
They do
“Can we take a moment to appreciate that Alec got rid of Zara?” Emma asked. “Honestly, Alec. You are the real MVP.”
RIGHT????
In fact, he felt bad about it. Whatever said and done, they were still people. They did not deserve to die the way they did.
Yeah. Not like this. They were still Shadowhunters. Shitty Shadowhunters but still...
Except for the worst though. you know murderers and people like Albert who left their kids behind because they couldn't stop abusing them
And Zara ofc
STOP INTERRUPTING MAX LET HIM SPEAK
HE'S THE WARLOCK VERSION OF PERCY JACKSON
started reorganizing my books and shelf...I CAN MULITTASK
anyway meet max
taking this pic was so hard. why are laptop cameras like this?
Image
ignore my hand
the other side is more green and purple
anyway this is a chaotic mess of color and it reminded me of him
OH RIGHT ORGANIZING AND READING
“Raziel. You piece of shit. Whose side are you on?”
my exact thoughts
“They are going back to Idris,” Lexi pointed out. “They are all going to get killed.”
“Of course,” Raziel nodded.
“Oh my god!” Lexi gasped. “Don’t say of course! You have to say it won’t happen! Tell me they will come back.”
“But they won’t,” Raziel said apologetically. “You know what happened in Idris. They don’t stand a chance against Selena. She will drop like flies.”
Raziel WHAT THE FUCK
They would fight if shadowhunters asked – nicely of course.
The downworlders.
If it had been any other decade or century, they might have hesitated.
But not now. Not anymore.
Uncle Alec had seen to that.
He had built a shadow world that was based on trust and mutual respect. He had built a community that supported each other.
The downworlders would come to their aid. They could save Selena.
the love I have for this man and this man only
Raziel STOP TALKING IN RIDDLES JUST ANSWER STRAIGHT FORWARDLY
oh
takes out notebook and that voice saver thing you know the microphone that saves shit
now tell me exactly how Belial fucked up
oh oh oh
of course
im now wearing a tiara
I keep on thinking about how Gigi, Lexi, and Izzy saif they could feel being in the darkness
like they were there they knew that
and they were terrified
I can't stop thinking about Rafael. how scared he must be right now
Selena lives in that void oh my god
He kept Selena – the brightest person she knew – inside that darkness.
not the right time to be singing all too well?
she's conscious. she guards them
oh my god Selena
“Bro, I know what you have been showing,” Lexi said furiously. “You’ve been making Selena watch herself drown just like you made me watch myself plummet to my death. I don’t know where you got your diploma in oneiromancy but you better get a refund. Because you are very bad at it.”
right??
like what's the meaning
im so confused
what does this mean?
YES MAKE A PLAN AND THEN MAKE A BACKUP PLAN
Lexi stop rambling
OH MY GOD, ARE THEY GONNA DROWN BELIAL???
They all loved their spouses with their whole hearts.
But sometimes being married to a Lightwood required a lot of wine.
And your very own support group.
LMAO THEM
“They are not doing it out of duty. They are doing it out of love,” Magnus corrected. “That’s what it means to have an Alliance. You need to hold each other up when times get tough.”
how times change...
clary NO
NO SELF SACRIFICING SHIT
NO ONE DIES END OF STORY
not at me singing "teardrops on my guitar" like i have a star-crossed lover while reading about magnus saying that he cant imagine a world without asmodeus
Because another thing about being an immortal was getting used to change.
And this was a change Magnus could definitely get used to.
YAS
It was no wonder that a child had figured it out. Children thought so differently from adults.
Children looked for answers to quench their curiosity, not because they wanted to change the world or looked for glory.
Magnus had always liked people like that. People like Georgia.
People who simultaneously thought with their heart and head and did it so very well.
^^^^^^^
I FOUND A BALL I THOUGHT I HAD LOST DURING CLEANING
“If you are asking me if I happen to have one of his toenails or a secret stash of his hair, the answer is no.”
LMAO SDCBHBDCHCD
ok but like
if raziel dies and the shadowhunters die is it the same for princes of hell...??
like what happens to tessa and magnus
“Magnus,” Clary asked then, her voice suddenly tense. “What happens if we kill Asmodeus?”
“We throw a party,” Magnus smiled. “A big one.”
HELL YES
clary yes you be asking the real questions
Magnus i know i theorized you will die sacrificing yourself but let me be wrong 😄
HE SAW SELENA IN HIS DREAM
the one who wasn't with them... rafe? because one of them was being taken away right?
He would be talking to Alec, while the older man complained about talking with a mouth full of food.
He would be asking Magnus to summon him more food, for his appetite was endless as his chatter.
He would be stealing bits and pieces from Rafael’s plate, partly because he was hungry, but mostly because he liked teasing Rafael for no reason.
But now, Max was eating alone.
max...oh my god baby you need therapy
you all do
also max you really SHOULD NOT eat with your mouth fall
it can go into your trachea
levi would be really disappointed if his only son died from choking on food
I AM ABSOLUTELY SINGING SHOULD'VE SAID NO LIKE SOMEONE CHEATED ON ME
oh magnus knows
oh yes you guys are cousins
“No!” Magnus said. “It's me. Magnus. I’m your father.”
“Bapak,” Max said gently. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
this made the next lyrics die in my throat
now im singing mary's song like i have a childhood best friends to lover arc going on
taylor's old songs just are so good
oh
OH MY GOD IT WAS MAX
THAT'S WHY HE'S BEEN HIDING
That’s how love worked, didn’t it? It refused to be rational. He refused to see the red flags.
stupid bastard
oh my god
i will never recover from this
okay I love so many things about this.
First of all, bro you are literally Lexi like wtf.
"Mama I am a shark" has me screaming skdbnsjch. Also Lexi behaviour. Also, love the shark backstory. ily.
ALSO I NEED THIS ON A T-SHIRT - "STFU YOU ARE NOTHING BUT THE SPERM GIVER"
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black beetle won the fight yall
anyway heres that fic, sorry it doesn’t include him until the end, imma probably write a part 2, but only if yall want it lmao
warnings: homeless man being weird, underage drinking (reader does no drinking), kidnapping, running, lmk if there should be anything else!
words: 1715
“Jesus, _______, you don’t even have a public snapchat, what in the name of fuck makes you think that you’ll actually gain some followers on instagram?”
You rolled your eyes, and gave a small glare to your friend, who was sitting on your bed, scrolling through her phone. Currently it was almost 11 pm, and it was a miracle that Vanessa's parents were out on a weekend vacation. It was Friday night, and they had left her with you in the morning when you both had left for school. After that, well, it was chaos from there. You both had gone shopping, eating, and even got some… contraband from one of her friends. Currently, she was high as fuck sitting on your bed, and stating almost every opinion you were assuming she had hidden from you for your almost 2 year long friendship.
And it was not pretty.
“Seriously, you always bitch about that one chick, what's her name, Kathrine? You act like her opinion is the definition of your future. Like, who give a fuck if she thinks you’re too fat? You look like… fuck, what was I gonna say? I don’t remember.”
She was in the hyper and “paranoid” part of smoking weed a few minutes ago, but now that she's high and more relaxed, she's really let her bars down. It was kinda annoying you that she never mentioned to tell you this shit, but to be honest, you would’ve started crying if she said this shit in front of a bunch of people.
You mainly ignored her comments, most of them about your confidence issues and the fact that any opinion that was stated about you took 100% seriously. It hurt a little, hearing her say these things, but you reminded yourself that she's high, she doesn’t know what she's talking about, and it was a completely normal thing for people who were high to start spewing bullshit… probably. You’ve never seen her this high, but it was interesting to see her act like this.
One comment made you particularly mad, when she said, “You always act like there’s gonna be someone to save you, or something, like, this isn’t fanfiction, _______, this is real life, where people aren’t going to care about some girl with daddy issues. Just, really, accept it, your dads an ass, and hey, maybe if you’re lucky, one of those fictional characters who you like will come out of nowhere and give you whatever you want.”
You gave here a look and then asked, “Vanessa, you’re drunk. Let’s just- ugh, let's just get you home.”
She didn’t object to you bringing her out the back of your porch (your neighbors were nosy) and you dragged her drunk ass through town, making sure to stay out of dark areas where people could grab you. Of course, there was no telling someone would actually do that, but you were still just a young girl: you couldn’t do jack shit against a 40 year old man.
Anyway, Vanessa was starting to regain her footing, and she was able to start walking n=by her own for the last 5 minutes. When you dropped her off, she insisted that she was able to walk by herself onto the steps and with that, you made sure she got inside her house, before you started walking back to your house.
Unfortunately, you had no idea that there were 2 people following you, both with completely different intentions.
~~~~
You ended up running when you saw the seemingly homeless man sprinting towards you. It was only a split second before you dodged his attack, where he would’ve had you in a neck hold, and you couldn’t have escaped: you were surprised that you even saw it in time.
However, you didn’t even try to feel the burning in your lungs, only the fear of what the man was going to do to you if he did catch you. You didn’t know where you were, going, you only followed your instinct. And it eventually led to you going down some weird alleway.
Which of course, you expected it to not work. It was long and dark as you turned but you didn’t have time to go back, he was right behind you, you could feel him. And then, almost halfway through the alleyway, you heard his shoes screech to a stop, and then him… gurgling? But when you turned around, you didn’t see anything, or anyone. Just one of his shoes. A singular, worn out shoe. You didn’t want to stay, oh no, you were getting the hell out of there and heading back home.
And while you sprinted out of the alleway, the second person who was following you was sitting on the top of the rooftop holding someone's dead body.
~~~~~
For the next few days, everything seemed like normal. Vanessa didn’t mention anything about the shit talking, she didn’t say shit about you walking her home either, and nothing about that weird homeless man and his weird bullshit. You felt relieved on the fourth day: nothing strange had happened, and you felt like something was slowly coming off your shoulders: nothing bad was going to happen, everything would continue as normal.
Right?
You still had no evidence of anything happening, and Vanessa seemingly didn’t remember shit about the day, so you had to assume that it was just some weird dream: maybe you drank some beer with her and you ended up like this. You didn’t know if it really did happen, to be honest: you were doubting yourself.
So, a week after the whole thing, you decided to head back to that weird alleway to see if there was anything that could help you. Putting on your most concealing outfit, just some sweatpants and a hoodie, you ventured out and started to wander around, wondering where the hell you went. Eventually you traced your steps, remembering little bits from the strange… night? Dream? You didn't know, which was also the reason why you were even here. Did that bullshit really happen?
You saw some evidence of you being there: a trash can that was still knocked over from the man, the man's little area he had set up to live, which was now taken over by another person, your pencil you had dropped trying to get away from him which was… in surprisingly good condition. You didn’t know why that gave you a feeling of dread when you recognized the alleyway: it looked like any other, but there was just… something off putting about it, even in the daytime.
When you approached, you heard something rattle, like something metal had dropped. You rushed in, only to see just that, a trash can lid rattling on the ground, like someone was there.
And along with it, that damn show that the man had left behind, this time, it was moved slightly.
Ok, now this was weird.
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You didn’t like the feeling you got when you were walking back home. It was still bright out, many people out and about, happy and glowing in the sun.
You didn’t feel like that. You felt terrible. You felt like the sun was going to melt you with all of your layers of clothes, but you didn’t focus on that. You focused on the fact that yes, that night was real, and that it happened, and that that homeless man was gone and you had no idea where he could be. Of course, you didn’t care for a maniac like him, but it was the fact that he was gone that was bothering you. While on the way back home, you wondered what Vanessa would say about it, but you eventually decided against it.
She would call you crazy and say that you were making it up for attention, for starters, and you would also have to explain why you were bringing her home, which would then have to have you explain why you wanted her out of the house. Not a situation you wanted to deal with.
Anyway, as long as that weird man didn’t show up again, you would be fine. He couldn’t do anything to you anyway, right? He wasn’t even there! It had already been a week, what could he be doing?
Your fears were starting to calm down while you were making every excuse you could think of so that you wouldn’t have to worry about it. And then the part where he disappeared came into play. Sure, he had disappeared, but to where?
This made you think. Seriously, where had he gone? Where could he have gone? And why did it sound like someone was choking him when you turned around-
… Was there always a 7 foot tall man in your backyard? No, no there wasn’t. Quickly hiding, you tried to see what he was, but it was no use. He was really hidden, like you. Pulling out your phone, in case he actually saw you. Which you soon found out that yes, yes he did.
You don’t know when he actually was able to get to you, but apparently, it was quick. You didn’t even hear him when he grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you up: almost like a kitten and their mother.
You looked up to see some weird armored figure. His armor was black, with little accents of grey here and there. He had two spikes on his back and he also didn’t have a nose. He looked… weird, a little, yes, but you were more worried about the bigass sword that had formed in his other hand.
He stood taller (how?) before he asked, “Tell me, where are your parents?”
“Parents?”
“Yes, that’s what I asked.”
“I-I don’t know.”
“Well, are they in the house with you?”
“N-No, I don’t think so-”
“Great. Then you won’t need to worry about what’s about to happen.”
Before you could ask, he gave you a quick slap to the neck, and you felt something almost pinch your skin. You were going to scream, but nothing came out. Instead, you only fell into a pit of sleep, and you fell more and more, until you only heard wind rushing through your ears, before nothing more.
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yall im tired af lol I should’ve answered more asks but im getting real slow and im sorry. ill try to get more requests out, im just getting overwhelmed by bullshit irl lol
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10 Signs That You’re in a Clara Novel/Project/Writing Collab/Rp/~Thing~
tagged by @ayzrules thanks for the tag! I love tag games and talking about myself XD
1. DRAGON MOTIFS - [svea, Vera, deevi, shiera, rhaella, ilyana, aurora, literally all of them] lmao, every character and thing ever of mine. I always loved dragons, but the obsession really just clicked in my soul when I watched emilia clarke emerge unharmed from fire with three new dragon hatchlings. after that it was forget whatever witchy and murder shit I was obsessed with as a gothic and macab tween, dragons only now and forever. the dragons can be either literal or figurative, but they are always there. The Dragon does not fear bby.
2. FIRE & ICE DICHOTOMY - [vera, shiera, raya, svea, zlata] almost always in one person, this kind of happened by accident, I’ve always loved winter and the cold, so naturally, all my characters and worlds end up like that too, but I am also hot headed, and the obsession with dragons results in my winter princesses/queens/etc having a fire dragon while also being ruler of the snow and ice. Sometimes more metaphorically with WRC/FTC Vera, who was ruler of the coldest nation on earth and also had a bunch of nukes and wars, but also ITU Vera, again, ruler of the coldest nation in the realms, but her nuke was a literally dragon this time, she also supernaturally caused a volcanic eruption (spoilers).
3. HATING ON/JUDGING AMERICA - [all characters] this is intrinsic to my personality. I hate America and so do all my characters. even characters that exist in realities without america, they still hate it. I will not elaborate.
4. RUSSIANS - [ilyana, zhenya, nika, katya, marena, zlata, vika, vitya, dima, kolya, raya, vova, etc] honestly, I don’t know where my russian obsession started, predates eurovision, post-dragon, but not by much, like, I just woke up one day and decided 80% of my characters are gonna be russian from now on. They tend to be oligarchs, FSB/KGB, bratva is a newer trend for moi. I dunno, but I, a person who has never been to Russia and is not remotely Russian in any way, got brainrot for Russia and Russian history, hmu with them imperial, communist, and modern facts. See you all at Blue Light next year.
5. BOURGEOISIE - [99.9% of all my characters] moi: fucking hates capitalism and finds a way to blame everything on capitalism, also me: makes 99.9% of my characters ungodly wealthy. it’s about the financial security and desire for things. probably. idk, but tis my thing, probably one of my oldest things, always loved royalty and nobility, I tend to make vieux riche as opposed to nouveau riche characters, defunct titles, lost glory and all that.
6. THINLY VEILED REFERENCES TO PPL - [lol, not gonna out myself] this isn’t always a negative, this is something that started in like middle school when I would name characters after my friends and just base their personalities on them without having to think, as I got older, this shifted into being references to other characters, like I’ve made an Oikawa and an Ushijima, etc, and still do that, but on the flipside, also use this to create characters based on people I detest and vicariously act out vengeance.
7. SASS MASTER MEDIEVAL FEMINIST - [élodie i] there were others, but I like to think I’ve grown past this a little, like, don’t get me wrong, I still got my medieval snarky ass ladies who are all for the girl power, but that exact level of my writing at the time was pretty white feminist, and I’m woc, so pathetic me. hopefully, you can find more dynamic and evolved versions of this trope in my writing now, but whatever. I write for me and my friends to enjoy, my bad writing is your problem guys.
8. DESTRUCTION OF A RELIGIOUS ORGANIZATION - [into the unknown, for the crown, serve or burn] this isn’t as common as the other things, but in a setting where I have full control of the world, there’s always something like this, either it is christianity, or is a thinly veiled reference to it. Look, while I do technically agree that there’s no such thing as an “evil religion”, there is nothing more evil than the christain organization, usually I mean catholism, but the evangelicals and mormons are weird and fucked up cults too. Anyway, imma die bitter about all the damage christanity has done to the world, so in my worlds, it gets burned to the ground. I am not sorry.
9. MALE LOVER BOYS ARE JUST A MANIESTFATION OF JOHN MULANEY’S “MY WIFE IS A BITCH AND I LIKE HER SO MUCH” - [nika, lucas, ademir, vorian, kolya, etc ] listen, the only type of male lover I want are those who are deeply devoted to the subject of their affections, no “I lie to protect you” bullshit, they’re pretty, usually buff, but not necessarily, that’s just a common aesthetical attraction choice of mine, and they have like skills and talent I guess, but most of the time they stand behind their wife while she does whatever is plot relevant and hold her hand when she’s sad.
10. A WORLD THAT’S TOO BIG AND TAKES TO LONG TO DEVELOP - [see; into the unknown] listen, listen, I know this is like, a problem with me, okay? I make the world too big and get buried in all the plots and the calendars and the timelines and the history and it’s all an exhausting mess that I never quite finish. but, whatever. I can’t have a basic ass world with no detail, I hate that shit, I’d rather take forever building the world, than the world being empty.
tagging: @celestialfairies @kzombi3 / @thots4daze @themonsterslut @turquoisesiren @heartless241 @alittlebitluna @eternalsailorstar @themadmonarchist @forebodinq + anyone else who wants to do this
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No Secrets, Part 4
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader (???)
Warnings: None in this section
Steve loved you and it terrified him.
The purity of his love for Peggy and the depth of pain he felt over the loss of a life with her ran so deep, it left a gaping wound his enhanced system could not heal. The realization that something happening to you could wound him as deeply practically paralyzed him.
Had it not been for the effects of the accident. You would have likely never known.
You remembered an old conversation. Steve once told you that the reason he’d been chosen for the experiment was because of who he was, not what he could do. He explained the serum enhanced not just his muscles, not just his physical being, but also who he was.
“The serum would make worst come out of a bad man and the best come out of a good man.”
It made you wonder if that’s why Steve’s emotions were so strong, so deep, and so distinct. They were like feeling in primary colors. Bold. Overwhelming.
Talking it through, with or without words, had been important.
Now you just needed to figure out if you loved Steve enough.
Even though he kissed you passionately, even though you felt incredible in his arms, even though you loved him, you didn’t know if you loved him as deeply. You just found out how he felt. You just discovered the power you held that could hurt him and more than anything you did not want to hurt him.
He left with your kisses on his lips and knowing that you were not rejecting his deepest desire. It was more than he hoped. It left you feeling both hopeful and frightened.
The next day a mission sent him to central Africa and you had not been able to talk since. In fact, you had not talked to anyone over the last five days. It began to drive you mad. You needed to feel normal, be around people. Which is why you were driving down the road, heading into town for a coffee.
On the edge of town was a little strip mall with a grocery store, a nail salon, a dog groomer, a little hardware store, a teriyaki joint and a drive thru coffee stand. You didn’t even plan on getting out of the car. Just get a latte and feel a little normal.
‘Shut up, shut up, shut up. You little fucking bitch.’
You looked in the rear-view mirror to see a crappy SUV. The man behind the wheel looked angrier than a wet cat. The woman beside him wept into her hand.
‘Buddy looked so scared. I hate leaving him there. He’s okay. I hate seeing him shake like that.’
‘Screw it. I’m getting the hot stuff. It's so good. Been craving it all day.’
‘Beyonce wouldn’t put up with his shit.’
‘I can’t forget my prescriptions this time.’
‘This is the best song ever.’
The voices of those in cars around you hit you all at once as you drew closer to the intersection. You tried to focus on the road, to shove it all back. Your hands tightened on the steering wheel. Maybe this wasn’t a great idea.
‘No!’
‘Gonna kill you!’
Your eyes shot to the mirror again where you saw the guy in the SUV grip the woman by the back of the neck, hard. Her cries of fear and pain slammed into your mind.
‘FUCK!’
The mental scream gave you a split-second warning. Your car smashed into the car in the intersection. The SUV rammed into you. The airbag blew in your face. Everything went fuzzy.
Dozens of voices all at once battered against you. Your heart raced. You head and face hurt. You couldn’t catch a full breath. As your eyes focused, faces looked through the broken glass at you. You couldn’t tell the difference between their words and their thoughts. So, you stayed in stunned silence.
“Move! Out of the way!” A familiar voice reached your ears.
Sam Wilson pushed aside a man leaning in your car window. His hand touched your head. “Thought I knew this car. What are you doing here?”
“Sam.” You croaked. “Get me outta here.”
“Yeah. Okay.” He stood ‘Bucky is going to lose it.’
Among the chaos, you tried to focus but couldn’t. So many voices. So much all at once. You covered you face and tried to breathe. A cool metal hand touched the back of your neck. Looking up, you found yourself staring into Bucky’s intense stare.
“Are you okay?” He leaned over you. ‘What the fuck are you doing here?’
“No.” You clutched his arm. “Need out.”
“Back off!” Bucky roared just before ripping the door off the car. His arms came around you and lifted you out of the car. “I got you, Doll. You hurt?”
“Don’t think so.” Your arms wrapped around his neck.
“Move it, Wilson.” Bucky carried you through crowd towards a black truck. ‘Dammit, woman, what are you doing here?’
“I fucked up.” You whined, head spinning. “I don’t feel so good.”
“Sam! Now!” He tucked you into the truck, sliding in beside you and pulling you close. ‘Hold on. We’re almost away from everyone. Damn it. Look at you, Doll.’
After a bit the volume in your head decreased and air filled your lungs again. Physical pain in your head began to register. You touched your left temple. Bucky pulled your hand away, examining your face. ‘Looks worse than it is.’
‘Cap is going to blow his top.’ You heard Sam’s worried voice in your head.
“I’m sorry.” You whined.
“You’re okay, Doll. We’ve got you.” Bucky gave you a tender smile, but his thoughts were more harsh. ‘Got to stop being so rash. You’re gonna kill me one of these days.’
“We’ll be back to your place in a few minutes.” Sam said from the driver’s seat.
“My car... those people...”
“I left them with Hill’s card. She’ll sort out all the details. Don’t worry, nobody was really injured.” Sam explained. “Let’s just get you back.”
You head began to clear a little. Bucky’s worry still enveloped you as much as his arms. ‘Could have been killed. Good thing we were going for lunch. Dollface looked so scared.’
“The guy behind me.” You swallowed. “He was hurting his wife. Wasn’t the first time.”
“In the SUV?” Sam asked.
“Yeah. I got distracted.”
“Hold on.” Sam hit the remote button and called Maria. As they conversed, Bucky’s fingers combed gently through your hair. He reminded himself you were okay, that you were safe.
“My face hurts.” You mumbled.
“Looks like you knocked your head on the window.” Bucky spoke quietly. “You’ve got a pretty good burn from the airbag too.”
‘You should have been safe. About had a heart attack when Sam screamed your name.’
“Okay, we’re here.” Sam pulled in the driveway. “You doing okay?”
“Yeah.” You sighed. “I think so. Embarrassed.”
‘Cap is going to be so mad.’ Sam parked the truck in front of the house. He turned in his seat looking at Bucky holding you. ‘Damn. Damn. Damn.’ He opened the door. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.”
You stepped gingerly to the ground and let Bucky lead you inside. He made sure you were settled you on the sofa before heading to the kitchen for ice. “I’m so glad you guys were there.” You put your head back. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, well, we never did get lunch. So, I’m raiding the cupboards.” Sam announced.
You smiled, even though it hurt. “Make me something too?”
“No problem.” Sam started looking in the fridge.
“Here, Doll.” Bucky lowered down beside you, gently touching an ice pack to your face. ‘Don’t argue, just let me take of you.’
‘Scooby dooby doo, where are you?’ Sam sang to himself from the kitchen. You smiled.
‘Huh?’ Bucky scowled.
“Sam,” you whispered. Bucky nodded, his shifted examining the burn from the airbag.
‘Looks like it stings. Still beautiful, though. Thank god she didn’t hit the steering wheel.’ Bucky’s eyes intensely examined your face. ‘Got to keep her safe.’
‘Cap should have told him before he left.’ Sam’s thoughts reached you. You froze. Steve told Sam about his feelings for you, but not Bucky. Your eyes locked with Sam. ‘I don’t know how this works. I don’t know if you can hear me, but Cap didn’t tell Bucky how he feels about you. Don’t break his heart.’
You didn’t know which ‘him’ Sam meant, but you didn’t want to hurt either of them. Steve and Bucky were your friends. You loved them both, felt completely comfortable with them. You didn’t want either of them hurt, ever.
‘She’d be so pissed to know how much I just want to lock her away and keep her safe. Keep her here, where I can watch over her.’ Bucky’s thoughts caused a band of emotion to tighten around your chest. His fingers traced your face. ‘You so special, Doll. Love you too much too let anything happen to you.’
“I’m okay, Buck.” You said finally.
“You shouldn’t have left the house.” He scowled.
“I know. You’re right.”
“Sam.” Bucky’s voice rose a little. “Remember today’s date. She actually said I’m right.”
“That’s one for the books.” Sam laughed. “Will that jaw of yours be okay if I whip up some burgers?”
“You sure you want to be around me that long?” You picked at the white powder covering your shirt.
“Ain’t worried about the stupid shit bouncing around in my head.” Sam laughed. “You want cheese?”
“Of course.” Bucky snorted. “Don’t worry about it, Doll. Neither of us wanted you to be sent out here anyway.” He gave you one of his charming smiles. ‘I’d already tell you anything you wanted to know. I’d never hide from you.’
“I’m going to get out of this.” You stood up. “The airbag dust is itchy.”
Disappearing into the bedroom, you were so thankful they couldn’t hear the confused and panic laced thoughts in your head. Steve didn’t talk to Bucky about the feeling he’d been harboring. What were you going to do now?
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Yui listens to Boss Bitch by Doja Cat once~
Context- Yui listens to Boss Bitch by Doja Cat once and insults some of the diaboys.
This...song...is...epic. A sudden urge of motivation washed over me and I decided to just be a bitch to those ugly fuckers for a bit.
I swear, these assholes are getting on my nerves, except Azusa, he's kinda nice. THEY'RE ALL WHITE TRASH, WHY?! IM ACTUALLY GOING TO FUCK THEM UP.
"Your blood is the best!", groaned that piss drinking, period head.
"SIMP! YOU'RE A SIMP!"
"YOURS TRULY ISN'T A SIMP!!!!", screamed Ayato.
"Then why'd you compliment me? Not very alpha of you Ayato..."
He then just left with a look of despair, it made me feel somewhat guilty, but after all that shit I went through. I swear-
"IM NOT A SIMP PANCAKE!"
"Your persistence to prove that your not a simp tells me that your a simp... Simp"
He was crying at this point... Interesting.
"Why's that douche crying?", Subaru came in without knocking, like, bitch can you not?
"Why do you whine about everything like a lil bitch? You get your edgy fuckin' tsundere fuckin' pale vampire ass the fuck out of here? Are you trying to be cool or something? Well, it makes you look like a 2006 Myspace fkn scene kid. Fuck off"
Subaru just widened his eyes and left. I honestly think this is working!
Hopefully Sky Daddy will let me off this once and let me insult the shit out of these assholes. I walk to the kitchen to look for some tequila and I saw that creepy shota trap.
"You're in the fucking way, move", I ordered.
"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE ALLOWED TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU WENCH?!", he screamed.
Luckily, I'm desensitized to his rage.
"What're you gonna do, cry like a little kid?"
"No!", Kanacuck was welling up with tears and ran off. I feel like a God...
Unfortunately, Ruki appeared out of nowhere. "Livestock.."
"Fuck off, this shit is why your mom left you in the first place, you cuck", I deadpanned, filling up a glass with tequila.
"Excuse me?"
"Your mom left you because you're a sadistic bitch"
"You've no right to speak to me that way...", He snapped.
"And you've no right to be still be alive", I said, staring into his weird Christan Gray soul.
He just clicked his tongue. "You're punishment isn't going to be light Livestock. And I wanted to live and to save the people I cared about"
"That kitten also wanted to live", I deadpanned. I'm fucking sick of this E Boy and his fucked up brothers.
"IM SICK OF ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! I TRIED TO BE NICE, PATIENT AND ACCEPTING BUT NO! YOU HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! I HOPE YOU GO TO HELL AND BURN LIKE THE WHITE TRASH YOU ALL ARE!!!", I yelled.
"You wanna talk about this...?", Asked Ruki.
I had enough of this ass, so I kicked him full force, smack bang in the balls. He fell to the ground in agony and I just poured my tequila on him.
"Go suck off your dad- sorry I forgot you don't have one!"
I walked off and sensed an r/niceguy at large. "Laito, fuck off, noone cares about what you have to say or your stupid fuckin opinion. Go blow yourself"
"Aight, imma head out"
If I see those founder fucks, I'ma kill em. Unfortunately for me, they were outside. Why's everyone here? I hate these guys. These sick bastards sure did get a kick out of tormenting me.
"Fuck off cocksuckers, your parents never loved you! Especially your fucking dad Carla", I yelled.
Later that day~
"There's something wrong with Yui..."
"Yeah, she's been saying really fucked up stuff to us. I even saw Ruki crying on the floor today"
"The fuck are you pussies talking about?", I asked.
"N-nothing!"
I internally smiled, I've these guys in the palm of my hand. I think I'll keep this up for a bit longer.
#diabolik lovers#yui komori#scenario#bruh#true title: i heard boss bitch once and felt inspired thus i projected my sudden burst of inspiration onto Yui#shitpost#i hate myself for writing this#This was not well thought out ngl
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I Do Bad Things When I’m Jealous (And I’m Jealous)
They’d been at the party for only an hour and Billy was bored. Despite the thumping music and absolutely horrible “sangria” provided by the house, the party was not hopping. In fact, Billy had been able to see clear across the living room. He’d agreed to join Steve for a party at his friend Robin’s, and Billy had been blinded by brown doe eyes and forgotten why he Did Not like hanging with art majors. They were weird, uppity, and just all around awkward pretentious nerds. They had good weed at least. Billy had found the smoking room and planted himself there.
Billy took the joint from some chick with bright blue hair and sucked. He breathed deep, letting the smoke fill his lungs, a nice warm weight that burned in the best way. The smoke curled out of his mouth slowly before he exhaled through his nose, nostrils flaring. He took another puff and then passed it along, trying to smile as non threateningly as possible. He wasn’t sure he succeeded, seeing as the guy gave him a wary look, but took the joint nonetheless. Billy tapped his fingers anxiously on his knee before standing. He hadn’t seen Steve in a while and he was bored and stoned and not drunk enough, and he needed some fucking attention.
He gave a two fingered salute, a wink, and a Hargrove Tongue Waggle, tongue piercing on full display, and revelled in the way nearly everyone’s face turned red, for a myriad of reasons. He closed the door softly behind him, snickering when he heard their voices start all at once. Hushed and intense and fucking hilarious. Billy was an asshole, he knew that. A lot of what he did came off sarcastically, and he just had the face of a Bitch. So it made him hard to interpret, and exactly the kind of guy that bullied these kids in high school. Which brought mixed feelings. Billy couldn’t help but mess with them a little bit.
He licked his lips and made his way through the kitchen towards the back hall, trying to remember which room was Robin’s. He didn’t have to go far because he saw Steve in the corner of the living room, on a loveseat, smiling and talking with a guy who was getting entirely too close. Billy sucked on his teeth and tried to control his breathing. Steve was gesturing animatedly, oblivious to the way the guy’s eyes were roaming too far down, the way his hand kept getting closer to Steve’s knee, and Billy clenched and unclenched his fists.
Now, he’d been working on it. Been trying to control how he let it affect him, but Billy still got jealous. Really fucking jealous. The guy seemed to be ignoring the hickey he’d left on Steve’s neck and Steve still wasn’t getting it and Billy saw red. He was across the room in seconds, looming over the two of them, eyes and teeth glinting.
“Billy!” Steve slurred, smile wide and he reached out for him. “There you are!” The guy shot him a dirty look, but faltered when he actually looked at him. Billy knew he was posturing a bit, chest out, teeth bared, but this fucker had the audacity to try something with his boyfriend, so he figured if any time warranted posturing, it was now.
“Here I am,” Billy replied, not taking his eyes off the guy. “Who’s your friend?”
“This,” Steve said, “Is Adam. He transferred from, uhm, sorry dude I forget which school.” Steve laughed sheepishly and rubbed at the back of his head. Adam blushed as he watched and Billy licked his lips. “He’s also gonna be joining the social work program here! Isn’t that cool?”
“Who’re you?” Adam asked, voice also slurred, side eyeing Billy’s jacket and boots. “You don’t look like an art major.” Steve laughed loudly and Adam smiled, leaning in and resting his hand on Steve’s knee. Billy flared his nostrils and tried to remember the conversation he and Steve had had about trust and letting Steve handle himself.
“Billy and I’m in the Physical and Occupational Therapy Program,” he sniffed. Adam rolled his eyes and smirked.
“Well, unless y’all are leaving, Steve and I were having a wonderful conversation,” he slid his hand up Steve’s thigh and Billy’s breath stopped, “And I’d love to get back to it.”
Billy wasn’t really thinking anymore. That’s why he grabbed the guy by the scruff of his neck and dragged him away, Steve calling after him. That’s why he ignored the guy’s protests and each dude, what the fuck, shoving him out onto the front lawn.
“Billy!” Steve called out the door, voice tight with annoyance. “Babe!” Adam furrowed his brow.
“Babe--?” Adam cut himself off with a yelp as Billy grabbed his collar and yanked him face to face, baring his teeth in a deadly smile.
“Go back inside, Steve,” Billy called back, not taking his eyes off Adam. “Boy’s gotta learn what happens when you touch other people’s boyfriends.” Adam’s eyes widened before he let out a bark of laughter.
“You’re dating this fucking tool, Steve?”
“Ooh,” Billy heard Robin say from behind him, “Bad, bad move, my guy.”
“See,” Billy said, pushing Adam back some more, but not letting go of his collar, “Imma let that one slide, m’kay? But only because I’m feeling so fucking generous tonight.” He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned his head with a frown to see Steve frowning right back.
“Babe,” he warned softly. “He’s not fucking worth it.” Adam bristled and Billy just scoffed. Steve sighed and gave Billy’s elbow a small tug. “Come on, we talked about this.”
“Yeah,” Adam sneered, “You talked about this, Billy.” Steve shot him an angry stare.
“Dude, shut the fuck up.”
“You’re seriously more into this fucking violent asshole than me?”
“This ‘fucking violent asshole’ is still right here, fuckwad,” Billy snarled. He did shove Adam away, releasing him from his grip. With a dramatic show, he smiled at Steve and stepped back. “There,” he drawled. “I let him go. I’m trusting and being nice.” He was about to head back towards the house when a fist came towards him. He jerked back and it caught the edge of his jaw, though it barely even made him stumble back.
Robin whistled and Steve cursed to himself quietly.
Billy turned slowly, a feral grin stretching across his face. Adam looked shocked, like he hadn’t expected himself to do that, and he stepped back as Billy surged forward, tackling him to the ground. Someone, probably Robin, cheered behind him, and he let the anger that had been swelling and stewing for the past hour at this stupid party out. He punched Adam once, twice, and was gearing up for a third when Steve grabbed his arm.
“Billy!” He pulled at his arm, finally tugging him away as Adam curled in on himself, nose bleeding and eye already starting to swell.
“You’re fucking crazy!” He screamed, struggling to get up.
“You wanna bet? I’ll show you crazy, you stupid fuck!” Billy shouted back. Before either of them could continue, Robin tossed a jacket at Adam.
“Dude, I’d just leave now,” she warned.
“You’re taking his side?!”
“You’re both idiots,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “I’m not taking anyone’s side except Steve’s. And you felt him up pretty blatantly without checking to see if he was actually into it, so.” She shrugged.
“Y’all are fucking-- Ugh! Whatever!” Adam shoved his arms into his jacket and flipped off the entire house before stomping off down the street. Robin watched him go before she shooed everyone back inside.
“Alright guys, show’s over!” She called. There were hushed whispers, but Billy ignored them in favor of turning to Steve. Who looked unhappy.
“Baby,” Billy began, but Steve held up a finger.
“We have talked about trusting that I will say no--”
“I know, and it’s not that I just--”
“Then what is it? You know I love you and would never even entertain one of these fucks, so why?”
“Because,” Billy grit out, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth. He was usually a little more drunk when they talked about this stuff, because it was still hard to talk about feelings, but he swallowed and, “You’re probably the best thing in my life and I’m used to losing those.” He sniffed, looking away from Steve because it was easier that way. “And I just want everyone to know that… That you picked me. That I get to have this because you--” He cut himself off and hunched his shoulders in, feeling uncomfortably bare. Steve gripped his chin, forcing him to tilt it up. Billy still couldn’t meet his eye, looking away.
“Babe.” Steve’s voice was soft, which was the only reason Billy dared to look up. His eyes were gentle, lovely, and he had a small smile on his face. “You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that?” Billy shrugged, looking away again. “No, no look at me,” Steve cooed, kissing his cheek. “Of course I picked you. And just know you’re giving me permission to be all over you at any given moment.” He smiled against Billy’s mouth before kissing him. It was gentle, but heated, Steve slowly swiping his tongue against Billy’s, his breath hot. He pulled back and smirked.
“Wanna get the fuck outta here?” Billy whispered against his ear, gently nipping at the lobe. Steve’s breath hitched and he nodded quickly.
“Lemme just say bye to Robin--”
“She’ll understand, come on.” Billy tugged Steve away from the house with minimal effort, smiling at the peal of laughter Steve released as it echoed into the night.
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Wonderwall - Prologue
Pairing - Steve Harrington x reader
Word Count - 1,709
A/N - I’m so excited for this Stranger Things rewrite series! It and Stranger Things are like my favorite movie/show right now and I loved writing the In-Between so I cant wait to write this! I hope you all enjoy this and if you haven’t checked out my It rewrite or the In-Between (a stranger things x it crossover) go do that now and let me know what you think in the comments!
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W O N D E R W A L L
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The first thing Y/N Hopper registered when she finally came to was that she was in a world of pain. It was as if her whole body was on fire, every inch of her burning at an agonizingly slow pace that only made it more painful as the seconds ticked by.
The next thing she noticed was that her muscles felt as if they were ten times heavier than usual making each movement slower than she would have liked. Even her eyelids felt heavy to the point where she could barely open them, only being able to get a sliver of light in before her head suddenly burst into agonizing pain while her eyelids screamed to be shut.
Y/N let out a low groan that vibrated against the rawness of her dry throat, instantly halting her in the middle of her actions. She tried to move her head slightly only resulting in her head rolling over limply until it slumped to one side.
But then it was like her senses all came back at once, hitting her in the face so hard that she couldn't stop herself from letting another groan escape her lips. She could hear the low rumbling of a car engine, feel the roughness of the worn out material that made up the backseat of her father's 1976 station wagon, and smell — that's when it hit her.
A strong smell of metallic with a very vague scent of gasoline lingering within. But the metallic, it was definitely there.
Y/N somehow managed to get her eyes to start slowly blinking open, each blink making her head hurt and her vision spin all around her. The first thing she did was glance down at her hands, a small whimper escaping her lips at the red that painted her fingers, staining the skin below.
Then she was looking up, her eyes fixating on the sight before her. Her parents who were limply leaning forward in their seats unconscious. She couldn't see her mother because of the fact that she was sitting in front of her, but the pool of blood that had begun to drop onto the middle console from that direction told Y/N all she needed to know.
She wanted to cry, but her eyes were already flickering over to her father who had a huge gash in his head from where the broken glass of the window shield had cut him. The air bag laid deflated in front of him and it was only then that she noticed the way her father's neck seemed to be hanging at an odd angle.
"Mom? Dad?" Y/N whispered, wanting nothing more than for them to answer her cries. But there was no response and that was enough to make the young girl's lip quiver as tears began to blind her vision.
The last thing Y/N wanted to do was look to her left, but she found herself doing it anyways and it was like her blood had run cold. She didn't know what she had been expecting when she turned to look in the spot where her brother had been sitting in minutes prior, but seeing the empty blood covered seat with the door of the car swaying gently in the wind was nothing that she could've dreamed of.
"Thomas?" Y/N whispered, her voice coming out so soft that it was almost brushed away by the wind. She was finally starting to snap out of the dizziness and weariness that had been clouding her vision and her voice came out louder this time, more panicked, as she cried out, "Thomas!"
The tears were falling by now and Y/N let out a small sob as she weakly fell back against her seat, her body hurting too much to put any more effort into moving. She tried to remember the events that had led up to that very moment, but it all was coming back in fragments that made her want to think it wasn't real.
The last clear memory she had was of them leaving her Uncle Jim's house. They had been on their way back from a family vacation on the outskirts of Indiana and had decided to stop by and visit her father's brother on their way home to Kentucky. Uncle Jim had never really known how to act around kids, so the whole reunion had been awkward and had felt like it lasted forever on both sides. The last thing she could picture was getting into the car while her Uncle Jim gave them a short wave in goodbye before disappearing back into his house.
From there, everything came back in fragments. The family driving through Hawkins, the town her Uncle Jim lives in. Her bickering with her twin about which of the Star Wars movies was better although she couldn't remember who had won. The family laughing about something before their laughs had fallen short.
Y/N looking out at the road ahead, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the sight of a dark figure standing in the middle of the road. Then after that, all she could hear was the crashing of the car as glass flew all around her. Then she heard the screams of her family, her mother's falling quiet real quick as a shard of glass broke off from the window and hit her in the throat. Y/N's own screams as she had attempted to reach out for her twin, Thomas looking back at her with wide eyes full of fright before the car finally stopped rolling and hit the ground, everything going black.
However, none of that explained what had happened to Thomas and Y/N began to cry as she looked to her brother's seat which had bloody handprints on it as if he had been struggling to stay in the car but something had pulled him out.
By the time the police arrived on the scene, Y/N was in complete shock, her body shaking so violently that if anyone didn't realize she was in shock they would've thought she were having a seizure. Jim Hopper was the one that managed to get to his niece first. His eyes vaguely scanning over the front row of the car before stopping on Y/N who was breathing frantically as she gasped for air.
Hopper was quick to grab onto Y/N’s shoulders, lightly shaking the girl as he tried to get her attention so he could help her. He ignored the amount of sweat that was making his hands stick to her wet shirt that was not only covered in sweat, but a mixture of her own blood from her wounds as well.
"Y/N. Hey, kid. Look at me. Look at me," Hopper pleaded, his eyes frantically flickering over the girl's face as he watched her stare into oblivion. When the girl didn't answer, Hopper carefully grabbed onto the girl’s face and turned her head so that her e/c eyes were forced to latch onto the man in front of her.
Upon recognizing just who was holding onto her, Y/N let out a whimper and whispered, "Uncle Jim?"
"It's me, kid. I'm here. You're okay now," he assured her as he tried his best to soothe the upset girl before he would have to hand her over to the medics.
"Mom. Dad," Y/N said, not able to get anything else out other than those two words. Hopper gave the girl a grim look that made her close her eyes as a few tears rolled down. She then blinked them open before her e/c eyes locked onto her uncle. "Thomas," she whispered. "Where's Thomas? Where's my brother?"
Before Hopper could so much as blink, the girl's eyes suddenly rolled into the back of her head and she passed out. Hopper's eyes widened and he gently shook the girl before yelling out, "We need a medic! Help! Medic!"
He looked down at Y/N and gently shook her as he muttered, "Come on, kid. Stay with me. Wake up." Then, frustrated that no one had come running over yet, the officer yelled out, "We need a goddamn medic!" Two men then came running over to the car with a stretcher and Hopper got out of the way while the two men got to work on getting the girl out of the car.
While this went on, Hopper quickly went over to the other side of the car, his heart racing as he came face to face with the empty seat where his nephew was supposed to be. He spun around for a moment, his eyes scanning around for any sight of Thomas who might've managed to crawl away from the car in an attempt to find help. But when he came up empty handed, Hopper didn't hesitate to pick up his walkie talkie and radio back to the station.
"This is Chief Hopper. We've got a 10-57. I repeat a 10-57. The person is a young boy around the age of seventeen. Short brown hair, green eyes, and was last seen wearing a white shirt and a red bomber jacket. Answers to the name Thomas Hopper," Hopper said, his voice getting softer once he mentioned his nephew's name.
Even with his nephew missing and his brother and his wife dead, Hopper still found himself looking after Y/N who had been strapped to a stretcher which was now being loaded onto the ambulance. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her as he realized the gravity of the situation. Y/N was going to wake up to a completely new world.
Not only would the death of her parents be weighing upon her, but her own injuries would mean she was going to be in a lot of pain. And with her parents now gone, that meant the guardianship of both Y/N and Thomas fell to Hopper meaning that she would have to pick up what was left of her life in Kentucky and move to Hawkins to start anew.
But the news that would break her would come with when she opened her eyes to find out that her brother still hadn't been found. And that pain, the pain of knowing that her twin was hurt and missing somewhere, that would be more painful than anything else.
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