#I also got gloves which is a relief bc I was getting worried

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

Shoutout to my school’s food bank; I actually have snacks to eat instead of just enough meals to get by. Plus I got care items like shampoo, conditioner, and toilet paper.

[shivada-jade]

Timing (5)

main pairings: albedo x reader sucrose x reader

➡ mentions: diluc, venti, aether, paimon warning(s): usage of alcohol bc we're at angel's share

you can find timing's masterlist here!

notes: this has been long overdue! here you go bWAAH

Diluc watches a bard glide into his tavern like he owns the place. The Ragnvindr raises a brow, placing a wine glass back into a cupboard.

"Venti," he says, picking up another glass, polishing it. "Are you here to pay back your tabs?"

"Ah, Master Diluc!" The boy in green laughs nervously, "Oh, what a pleasant surprise, but of course I wouldn't dream to have your bills jeopardized."

The door of the tavern chimes, signaling another customer is there. Aether places his hands on his knees, heaving for breath and Paimon floats in, hitting Aether's head lightly, "I GOT YOU NOW."

Venti whistles and casually sides himself next to the traveler and wraps an arm around him, "Aether here, will be delighted to pay for my tab."

Paimon gasps and takes the hat off Venti's head. "No! We didn't come here to do that!" She flips to Aether, helping him up, "Tell him why we're here, Aether!"

The tavern owner wipes his hand on a cloth and leans forward on the counter, curious. The glass windows and colourful bottles filter the sunlight from behind the man. Colours reflect to Diluc, making him look like some sort of rainbow Angel.

Aether inhales, now standing up normally. "Lately, I've been getting a lot of commissions to gather Wolfhook for remedies, and whenever I ask what it's for they always say how it's like they..." He trails off, not knowing the best way to put it.

Dliuc clears his throat, watching Venti attempt to steal another bottle of wine. He quickly grabs the bottle from Venti's hand, who sulks sitting at the very right side of the counter.

"Like they think they have thing obnoxious sound in their head," Diluc finishes for Aether. "And when they try to remember what, it hurts them more."

Aether's head perks up, "Master Diluc, do you have these too?"

Diluc looks up, thinking. "...Yes, but it has mostly been the drunkard Knights that have been telling me these stories whilst I work here."

He breathes in sharply, "Those no use for good Knights come here more often since two years ago, which coincidentally is the disappearance of someone from the Investigation Team. I always assumed it was because that person had a huge impact on them, but when I questioned them, they don't even know the name of the missing person."

Paimon makes a face, "You sure have been doing a lot of research."

"If even the Knights are having troubles with only themselves, how would Mondstadt be protected?"

"Right! So," Venti quips. "Getting to the point. I also have been trouble remembering these... things, but one thing's for certain! The things I can't remember always leads me to this lovely tavern. Truly, the answer is under these curtains."

Paimon furrows her brows, scanning around the tavern for curtains. "There are no curtains here."

"Eheh~ It's a metaphor for, what's hiding in store!"

Diluc adjusts his gloves. "I have to admit, I do understand what you mean with the remembering and forgetting," he comments. "But what is it that you propose I do? What does this tavern have to do with anything?"

"Has there been any other... strange things going on?" Paimon floats, tilted forward. "Aether would als-"

The fae turns to Aether, only now realizing he disappeared from her side. "Aether?" She hovers over the boy's shoulder when finding him.

He stands in front of the door, observing the scratches- some new and some old. Venti hops off the stool he sits on and saunters to his friends, signaling Diluc to follow.

Aether's fingers trace the marks on the door and turns to the owner of the tavern. "Master Diluc, can I ask how long had Angel's Share been standing? When was it first built?"

Diluc ponders, scratching his chin a bit, then answering, "A few hundred years, give or take. It's been preserved well."

Aether's hand lifts from the door. "Then how is this old marking foreshadowing us meeting here?" His golden eyes scan over the names written on the door. Deep engravings, yet faded out edges let him figure it's been hundreds of years.

He looks over the words, or names on the door. "Diluc, Aether, Paimon, Venti, Albedo, Sucrose. By the time the first four meet, the other two will arrive because they're smart like that. Please, help me. There are barely any resources here. Things are yet to be mined or built."

Venti collapses again, clutching his head. He winces, looking up with one eye and waving his worried peers. "It's alright I just-" he takes a moment to pause. He grins, "I think I know who the mystery person in my memory is."

"It's just..." He tries to stand, but his knees fail him. "Remembering them changes many things."

Diluc looks to Aether, wondering if he had answers, but the blonde only shook his head, supporting Venti with his shoulder and placing him on a chair.

Paimon is still distracted by the carvings on the door. She floats closer. Her eyes are observing the door very closely. "It says Albedo and Sucrose a-"

The door flings Paimon to the cupboard Diluc puts the mugs and glass in. "gAH?!"

Albedo and Sucrose stand in front of the opened door. They both seem to be searching something and their eyes land on Diluc. Sucrose sighs in relief and pushes her glasses up to the bridge of her nose.

"Master Diluc," She says meekly, taking a thick book out of the bag she carries.

"Sucrose and I require your assistance in one of our projects." Albedo finishes for the girl before nodding to the others beside the Ragnvindr, acknowledging their presence. "I hope you can aid us."

...

Your hands are clasped in front of yourself, trying to contain your emotions. After meeting a Ragnvindr, you thought you were getting somewhere. As someone who knows the arts of science, you thought all you needed was to see a familiar presence in Mondstadt, so you searched the nobles, knowing how long they've spent in Mond.

You did not in fact gather inspiration, nor answers to getting back home, but you did befriend a wealthy aristocrat who, despite not believing your time-travel story, decided to help fund your research to going back to your time after helping him out with the latest project called "Angel's Share."

You sighed, taking a bite out of an apple while watching a few of Angel's Share's first customers. Looking around, Mondstadt still had that sort of look from the future, but everything is new and shiny. Everything is newly built.

You've been here for two years, and from those two years you watched Mondstadt quickly finish the last few touches to the city you know. It was a strange experience to say the least.

When you had first known you time traveled, you hadn't realized it until you waltzed into Favonius Headquarters and a guard seized you. You kicked and punched the guard, claiming you were one of the members of the Investigation Team but they looked at you like you were crazy. You stopped hitting them, and thought back to how the guard does not look like anyone you knew.

You asked him what year it was and the guard made a face. He grabbed your wrist harshly and was about to throw you down until a boy in green threw an apple at his head.

The green boy clutched his hat and sent a push of wind towards the guard, making him unconscious.

"Venti?"

The boy froze, and slowly turned towards you. "Goodness gracious! Haha, that is right! I must be getting popular these days for you to recognize my face." He exclaimed with a bow and a tip of his hat.

You tilted your head. You cautiously walked close to inspect his face. "But we just had wine the other day? What're you..."

Your eyes snapped to your hands then back to his teal eyes. "Are you really Venti?"

The boy lifted his cape from right to left, picking out details. "I'm sure I am he, for what else could my name be?"

"Ah.. right." You said partially scared. "Venti, do you know who I am?"

Venti placed a finger in the air, "You know... I have vision from Barbatos himself. It allows me to know if the winds of a person are new and old, but yours..." He circled you, thinking. "You have the presence of my own wind though I've never met you. How strange."

"Well I mean- we just drank together yesterday so-"

Shouts and yells came from inside the Favonius Headquarters. Venti's eyes widened, reaching for you and ran to Mondstadt's central market and hid behind a box of crates. He shushed you, pointing to the guards asking for someone wearing green.

"Darn it! Looks like I'm a wanted fugitive again."

"Again?"

Venti frowned, looking at you, "Did I say 'again?' You make me say strange things. Well then!" He brushed the feeling off and flipped his cape inside out so he wore white instead of green. "The guards said a boy with a green cloak, but now I have a white cloak!"

"Wow, they'll never catch you now."

Venti grinned, "So... Even if you have Mondstadt's winds lingering on your clothes, I can't say I've seen you around- I should know, because this is where I'm bound."

Your lips parted a bit, still not catching on. "But Venti, we just went for drinks yesterday before I went back to camping in Dragonspine."

Venti squinted his eyes, "EHH??"

"Unless..." You muttered, thinking of the events that happened. You look at the statue of Barbatos far in the distance, then look at the boy in front of you.

"Barbatos," you said loud enough for only the two of you to hear.

To most people, it would seem nothing out of the ordinary happened, but you weren't most people. You worked with a few of the Captains of The Knights of Favonius. It is required to have a perceptive eye, (When you didn't catch on things as fast, Albedo would simply guide you to the right direction with a little mumble. Maybe he'd pull a few jabs, but it's all in good fun.) and when you whispered the archon's name, you note the way Venti makes a face. His eyes dart and he turned more giggly. He whistled like he hadn't heard what you just said.

You put two and two together and you realized that you've been friends with the Anemo Archon.

You slap a hand on your face. Shock runs up your body- not because Venti was the Anemo Archon, but because you were too slow on figuring it out.

"Archons- Venti? You're him?" You knit your brows pointing at the statue of him far away.

"Ehe~ you caught me," he held his hands up in surrender. "But how did you ever know?"

You thought back, excited. "Venti, you don't know this, but future you talked to me a day ago about my time travel thing, and it worked."

...

But of course, that was two years ago. You hadn't been exited about your discovery of time travel since then.

(part 6)

notes: crying sm venti's so hard to write like how would he react to stuff if he does or doesnt know like do i say he does know or doest ugh time travelling is so confusing especially if you're friends with the anemo archon

[soullessmocha]

eyes wide open.

{ david the lost boys x reader }

rating: pg-13

word count: 1922

summary: the reader finds themselves in this picture perfect morning. yet with one simple phrase they questions their whole reality. what is really happening with them?

warnings: afab!reader, mind manipulation, false reality, picture perfect family, death, slight gore, pure sadness, soft!david, sad!david, afab reader, some sad sad shit, not proofread bc i wrote this so late at night.

a/n: i had major inspiration to write something for david. i have been watching a lot of wandavision. this show really inspired the plot and the general story of this fic. i hope you do enjoy! i broke my own heart writing this. and no there are no wandavision spoilers in this. 

A yelp leaves your lips as two tiny humans graze past you causing you to jolt almost spilling your scalding coffee. “Boys! No running in the kitchen!” You yell to the rambunctious twins as they run around giggling as they chase each other before making their way into the living room. A sigh leaves your lips in relief before the tired smile turns into a warm loving smile as a hand is placed on your waist and a stubbled kiss is placed on your neck. “Good morning,” you greet your husband after putting a hand on the back of his head to which he chuckles. David slowly makes his way to the front of you. “Good morning, I see you didn’t spill your coffee this time.” David’s sly comment causes you to roll your eyes as you set yourself at the kitchen island where a breakfast was waiting for you. “Yes, luckily. You know we need to take Marko and Bruce out more. Get all of that energy out. I don’t know where they get it from.” You state before taking a sip of your warm coffee, the warmth causes you to shiver with satisfaction. An airy laugh bursts through the kitchen, “Ah yes, to be young again.” David teases once again before leaning himself on the kitchen island admiring you from afar with his striking bright eyes . These moments of sweetness weren’t rare but it was rare for you to catch him admiring you and giving you the soft look that reminded you of how much he truly loves you.

A soft smile creeps its way to your lips and you flop your head to the side, feeling the rollers in your hair to catch your head from going any further on your shoulder. “You can say that again.” Another sip of the sweet coffee trails over your tongue and you hear him sight as he also grabs his coffee. “I miss it. Sleeping all day, partying all night…” David trails off as he fills his mouth with coffee, his face being partially blocked by the family portrait mug. You blink at the statement. Why did that strike a cord in your chest? Why did it feel like you’ve heard that before? It was as if your consciousness did a full turn about. You blink a few more times and you can see David notice your sudden distraught state. Subconsciously you look down at your ring finger where two dainty gold rings lay, one with a perfect circle diamond and the other a simple band, symbolizing your marriage to the man of your dreams. Yet you don’t remember anything about the wedding. Why couldn’t you remember your own wedding? Also you couldn’t remember moving into the house. You couldn’t remember giving birth to your own sons.

“Darling?” David asks as he carefully sets down his mug, his expression feigning concern. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?” He questions putting a hand on your back and rubbing low slow circles. Almost as if he was trying to ground you and bring you back to this reality. You shake your head, “What you just said-” you start but David only chuckles, “What? Being young again? I mean I’m sorry babe but we aren’t as young as we used to be.” You shake your head and stand pushing his hand away. “No, the other thing,” you start and look around the house carefully, looking at the family portraits from when the boys were newborns to the most recent Halloween photo that was framed perfectly adjacent to the fridge before focusing on your husband, “sleeping all day. Partying all night.” Then suddenly you hear his voice echo in your head and it hits you like a truck. “Never grow old… Never die.” Your words leave your lips in whispers. Suddenly your breathing picks up and your head starts to spin. Your chest heaves with each breath as anxiety and fear starts to fill your senses.

“What are you talking about, honey?” David asks with a seemingly worried and confused expression as he approaches you slowly. “Babe, you need to calm down. Take deep breaths, you’re starting to worry the boys.” he notes as the twins stand at the entrance of the open concept kitchen from the living room.

“No, no, no, don’t tell me to calm down David!” Your voice raises as you put a hand out to signal for him to keep his distance. The boys looked worried as well, almost as if you were scaring them. Were they even your kids? Are they a part of you? “Mom? Are you okay?” Marko, a little blonde boy asks you with wide eyes while his darker haired counterpart hid quietly behind him. “Go play outside sweetie, please.” You choke out as the boys hesitantly leave the kitchen hand in hand. David sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose starting to give up but he doesn’t want to give you that satisfaction. As the boys leave you point towards them with a shaking hand. You didn’t notice your whole body was trembling as memories flush to your mind overwhelming you. “David, wha- why- why can’t I remember anything?”

“Jesus, Y/N, don’t start this. It’s too early in the morning for this.” David complains as he rests a hand on his hip of his neat chinos and white pristine button up shirt. He was dress as if he was ready for his 9-5 office job. Then the memories started to clash before your eyes. The bleached mullet, the gloves, the black trench coat. Yet here he was in front of you wearing a neat button up shirt with slacks and a brown belt. His hair was short and moving freely, no longer constricted by gel. “The boys? You can’t- I mean I can’t- We can’t do that!” You say in a loud tone and David tenses, his eyes slowly getting darker with each word you talk. “I don’t remember us getting married David! I don’t remember the birth of our boys! What are you doing? What is this David?” Your stance starts to get defensive as you keep your distance. David didn’t budge or say a thing. “David what the hell is going on?!” You yell, finally snapping. David blinks at your state, surprised as he looks at your long hair in distressed curlers, your robe hanging off your shoulder and your body trembling in fear and confusion.

“Y/N…” David starts trying to hold onto your hands but you rip them away on instinct. You know he had the ability to play mind tricks but this was on a different level. There are faint memories of you talking about wanting a family and kids before you made your choice. You chose to be with him forever, you chose to sacrifice all of those things to be with him. Why was he doing this? Your brows furrow in hurt and disbelief. “What are you doing to me?” You choke out as tears brim your eyes blurring the fine line between the realities you were in. You could see half of him with the striking bright blond hair and donned all in black. Yet the other half was a natural blonde, with clean shave and neat clothes on. “Y/N, I can’t let you go like this.” David whispers, he was now cornering you. Yet you didn’t feel in danger, you felt concerned but not threatened by his nature. “Please, don’t do this right now.” Was he begging you to stop? David never did that. Not the David you knew. That David always got his way and did everything he could. He would never resort to requesting for someone to stop doing something.

“Don’t do what right now? David, what is happening to me?” You ask and this time you close the gap between the two of you. Your hands cupping his cheeks as you search grey-speckled blue eyes. “What do you mean you can’t let me go like this?” You questions again holding his face searching for answers in his deadpan expression. David only sighs and shakes his head, not knowing what to say or do. “Please David, I don’t want to be in a lie anymore…” You beg in a hushed tone pressing your forehead against his and holding him close. As you held his warm body it soon turned cool, no longer as if there was any body heat radiating off of him. Then you were numb. Your eyes were shut close as you felt his forehead touch yours but they slowly opened when he pulled away. It revealed a house you weren’t too familiar with. There was pressure in your chest as if the whole world was crashing down on it. David was kneeling in front of you. The only thing keeping you two apart was the large steak driven into a part in your chest inches away from your heart.

A soft whimper leaves your lips as they tremble in the crushing weight of the reality. He was doing this to send you off one last time. To give you the lasting memory of the thing he thought you deserved the most. A normal life. “Shhh,” he hushes you and pets your head trying to calm you. You were wet and sticky with an oozing dark liquid. You were cold. Yet you were still awake. “I didn’t want to send you off like this,” David starts his eyes boring into yours in almost a hypnotic way. You could see his eyes gloss over, he too was in pain. You could only shake your head for it was too hard to talk with all the pressure. Your hand grasps his and presses it against your cheek. It was his bare hand, something so rare to hold and feel. Even the action of kissing his palm made your body tense and seize from the pain. “Thank you,” you whisper into his palm holding it close. David gives a sigh of defeat and brings his forehead close to yours once again, pressing them together in unison. One hand held your face while the other held your waist. How badly he wanted to close the gap between the two of you.

Suddenly with the blink of an eye you were back in the reality you now know as false. David pulls away from you and the boys come to his side. Your two beautiful boys wrap their arms around you. Tears fall from your eyes and trail off your cheek. You hiccup from a quiet sob as you hold them close. Kissing both of their foreheads you pull away gently. You look at David and approach him wrapping your arms around his neck. You press a loving kiss to his lips. Your grip on him was deadly. “I love you,” you whisper against his lips. David can only smirk and press another chaste kiss and hug you once more. He admired your scent one last time before he knew it was time. “I love you too,” he replies before pressing his forehead into yours. Then your world faded to black, nothingness, stillness, almost deafening.

David pulls away from your lifeless body that was slumped against the wall. A single tear falls from his eye and he is quick to wipe it away. “I will see you again soon,” he whispers into the air before stepping back where his boys were waiting for him. All of their faces distraught with sadness and fear for their brother.

[tomsrebeleyebrow]

soo recently just dyed my hair red bc bored af during quarantine but it got me thinking of tom helping you dye your hair. maybe the boys are there hanging at his place as well while youre dyeing it and playfully tease you about the end result but tom reassures you that his masterpiece came out beautiful or something like that hehhe 🌸 love how you writeeee by the way! ❤️

A/N: oh my, such an adorable request!!! my heart is melting!!! 🥺🥺🥺 also who’s not really bored rn, imma right? anyway, i’m sure you look gorgeous with your new red hair, nonnie ❤️ thank you so much for your support and stay safe 💖

‘Stay safe, Cheer up’ blurb event

“You sure you’re fine doing that, Tom?”

You try not to sound too unsure about the situation. As you sit in front of the mirror of the bathroom, a towel on your shoulders, you look at your reflection while Tom fiddles with your hair full of fresh color. The red hair dye is messily applies by your boyfriend, the gloves he’s wearing cover in red like his upper arms.

“Yes yes, don’t worry baby!” Tom excitedly replies, biting his tongue and confident about his “work”.

His fingers mix the color he applied, massaging at the same time your scalp. During this quarantine you got a bit bored and as the weeks passed, you got fed up of your hairstyle. And Tom wanted to help, him being as bored as you were. So all this explains you current situation.

And it obviously took you more time than planned. But who cares when you are locked inside? Besides Tom is having fun and you can’t help but laugh along with him when he gets a bit messy here and there.

After an hour, you finally go wash your hair and start to dry them with a clean and dark towel, deciding to let it dry in the open hair. You hear a knock on the door and instantly say to come, knowing who it was.

“So? Did I mess it up or not?” Tom asks as he stays at the entrance of the bathroom.

“For what I’m seeing now, looks like you did pretty good Tom!”

Tom sighs of relief, a sincere smile on his face when you giggle at his stressed self. Once you sense your hair dry enough, you put the towel in the laundry basket and follow Tom in the living room.

You find the other boys - Harrison, Harry and Tuwaine, sitting on the couch playing some video games and screaming at each other. As you approach them on the couch, while Tom walks towards the fridge to grab you both drinks, Harry notices you first when you sit at the end of the couch.

“Oh wow, what happened to your shirt (Y/N)?” Harry suddenly says, attracting the attention of his fellows.

Surprised by his comment, you start to look at the front of your shirt, trying to find anything Tom’s younger brother is referring to. But nothing.

“On your back, (Y/N).”

So you turn your head as much as you can, looking over your shoulder and finally notice what Harry is talking about. And in fact, what a red mess. Your yellow shirt is stained of hair dye, like you’ve been... aggressively stabbed. You did great to choose an old shirt for that.

And then they all burst out laughing.

“Tom! Man, did you play with the hair dye instead of dyeing (Y/N)’s hair?!” Tuwaine asks between laughs.

Tom, his attention drawn by all the fuss, advances and joins the gang in the living room. He then sees you standing, hair starting to dry, and the red stains on your back’s shirt. You start fidgeting with your fingers, cheeks as red as your new hair while you look at your feet.

So Tom quickly finds his place next to you, sliding one arm around your waist to reassure you.

“Shut up, guys, I’m not a pro hairdresser, yeah?” Tom retorts calmly, bringing you closer to his chest, “But I still did a pretty damn job, (Y/N) looks even more gorgeous thanks to me.”

Your face hidden in his chest, you feel him leave a kiss on top of your slightly damp hair, a typical proof of his tremendous love for you. The previous laughs are now substituted with gag noises, which encourage Tom to continue his display of affection.

No one can see the growing smile on your face, your cheek now re of happiness. Tom might not be a pro hairdresser, but he sure is the best boyfriend you could wish for.

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[devintrinidad]

Yeah it’s me.

5100 and NC would totally bond over protecting 3803 from all the trouble she gets in. The difference is 5100 gets on 3803’s case while NC never thinks 3803 is in the wrong. He always likes it when 3803 does things the typical RBC wouldn’t do. NC does get along with 5100 since she acts almost like a big sis to him too after awhile. But he really disagrees with how inside the box her thinking is and has gotten inbetween her and 3803 when 5100 wants to reprimand 3803 for sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. NC probably gets along with 4201 the best since she never gets on his or 3803’s case. At most she’s too by the book to get involved with his michevous or anyone else’s business. But she won’t judge or reprimand him either. Sometimes if she’s with them she’ll just quietly go along with what they’re doing, only voicing some concerns about getting work done. It secretly annoys 1146 that 4201’s stern face doesn’t make NC nervous at all. 5963 actually makes NC feel warm and safe almost the same way that Normal Cell does. But he’d never admit it to either of them. He just appreciates 5963 doesn’t embarrass him.

My personal HC over 1146 hearing the whole story from 3803. A lot of time has passed. Things are good between them and NC. One night when 1146 is walking 3803 home to make sure she gets there safe (she got stuck with a late shift). She invites him in to give him tea and snacks. They have a nice time. She says she wants to tell him about it. Not because she needs to tell him. But because she wants him to know/understand. No other reason why. But she doesn’t want to look at his race or vice versa in case he gets upset and can’t hide it. Which she knows would upset him. She sits in her bedroom leaning against the closed door while his back is leaning on the other side. 

She basically tells him RBA we readers read from the moment she met Cancer pretending to be a Normal Cell up until 1146 found her. She’ll add some more details like other stuff that happened too. Like how she used to brush his hair and how he didn’t like her gloves and stuff. 1146 is glad she suggested the closed door method because he does not want her to see his face when she told him how Cancer physically hurt her, telling her she should never have been born and she was like a Cancer, throwing all the deaths he caused in her face and blaming her for them, the affection he gave her. He tightened his fist so much to refrain from punching a hole in the wall he bruised his own hand. The only time he interrupts her is to he protest against Cancer’s claim everyone abandoned her. Despite hearing how she didn’t hold it against anyone, he still wanted her to know he never stopped searching.

By the end of it he quietly asks if he can open the door. She let’s him and then gets swept up into a big hug. His face is borrowed in her neck it feels wet. She lets him let it out and apologizes for burdening him with that knowledge. She tells him she wishes she could take it back. But he says he’s glad she trusts him so much and he’s happy to carry this weight with her of it will make her happier. 1146 says again how sorry he is for failing to rescue her. Which shocks 3803 because she tells him He was the one who found her and got her out of that dark prison. 1146 accepts what she says and finally tells her he believes her over this. 3803 relaxes in relief that 1146 has finally stopped seeing himself as a failure and falls asleep to him cradling her. When she wakes up she finds out he moved them to a comfy chair and she’s been sleeping in his arms and lap the whole night. 3803, knowing 1146 did this to guard her all night, thanks him (and laughs a little at his snoring. She’s not sure how she slept through this) and covers him with a blanket while she leaves a note for him as she goes to work. 

After that it’s actually a few cycles until she sees him again. When BC tells her no, he hasn’t seen 1146 at all for awhile She starts to get a little worried. What if she ruined everything? What if 1146 hates NC and now whatever hard earned peace and normality they’ve all found will dissapear? Her fears are laid to rest when 1146 pops up and gets both her and NC tea. He doesn’t treat NC any differently and seems perfectly content as always. Later she admits her worries and 1146 tells her he was busy on a mission. Also he did need time away from NC because he wanted to make sure he didn’t lash out on blind emotion at NC and ruin the progress NC and him have made. 1146 lets get know he will always protect her trust/faith in him and her way of living. 

That. That is the moment 3803 develops a crush on 1146.

But she’s not like 1146 who bottles things up. Later after processing it, 3803 is pretty quick to infirm 1146 of her feelings. It goes like,

3803: Mr Neutrophil since we have such a honest relationship. I wanted to tell you I think developed a bit of a crush on you earlier. I know an amazing guy like you can do way better then a klutz like me. But I just wanted to tell you how I feel and that this won’t affect our friendship no matter what you say. =D

1146:…. *inside his mind* (What the Heck are you doing!? Say something. Say something! Anything!!!!) Okay o_o (No not that! Stupid what are you doing?!)

He probably messes up and has to work up the courage to tell 3803 her feelings are not one sided and he’s been totally in love with her for a long time. But he’s a dumb boy about it and needs a lot of help. Meanwhile 3803 is oblivious and happy she was honest and still has 1146 as a great friend. Really 1146 is so kind and has it together. = D

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YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME TO WRITE SIDE STORIES FOR THIS PARTICULAR UNIVERSE! ALL OF THESE ARE JUST SO GOOD???

But yes, all of these headcanons really ring true in my head. I bet NC really finds himself at home with the RBCs because they’re all civilians like him and they also care about 3803. Even though he’s out of the running when it comes to romantic interests (which is great considering 5100 is still overprotective over 3803 and she’s still coming around 1146), he’s definitely one of the few friends 5100 really takes to almost immediately. Sure, there are some hang ups with their differences in views, but it’s really cute. 4201 is a bit more perceptive when it comes to 3803′s relationship with NC, but she doesn’t pry. She’s observant and is willing to step in if NC gets a bit... off whenever his past comes to rear its ugly head. Heheh, PO and DB definitely think of NC as a younger brother/son respectively. 

Oh my gosh??? I love the door scenario? It’s so cute!!! The way you describe it is definitely plausible and I can also see it as one of the major catalysts for 3803 to realize her budding feelings for 1146. It’s really adorable and is definitely an idea if I were to expand the universe beyond what I’ve done so far.

Thank you so much for the submissions and I hope that you have a wonderful day! :D

[candra-hearts]

Heart of a Queen

This has been a wip on my computer for over two years, and I never really had any intention of finishing it, but @starry-serenade asked me to post it, so here it is!

also lowkey tagging @starswirlblitz and @jessucakes bc you might like it?

This story I think lies between KH2 and Dream Drop Distance, with the change that Kairi is present and has been helping Queen Minnie and the rest. It’s been a while since I’ve dived deep into KH lore, so please forgive any inconsistencies or incorrect applications of KH magic!

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When Sora and Kairi find a mysterious Heartless, they take a chance and bring it back to Disney Castle. Fortunately for them, one lucky rabbit is able to aid them in their quest to find out who it could be…

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“What is that, how did it get in here, and why do you have it?” Donald asked harshly.

Kairi raised her eyebrow at the royal magician. “It’s a Heartless, and Sora and I brought it back for King Mickey to take a look at it.” She protectively laid a hand on the head of the small black creature that crouched at her side.

“Wak? Why?” Donald looked up at Goofy. “How did you even get it here? The castle’s magic should keep out all Heartless!”

“It should. I guess it doesn’t work all the time,” Sora said, shrugging.

“Ah-hyuck. Why would ya bring a Heartless here? What does His Majesty need to see about it?” Goofy asked, scratching the back of his head.

“It looks different than the others we’ve fought,” Sora said. He pointed to the top of the Heartless’s head. “It has pointy ear-things, and its eyes are green.” Which they were, and from all the time he spent helping his friends cleanse the darkness from their worlds, all the time he spent whacking Heartless back into dissipating shadows, he was pretty sure they weren’t normally that color.

“I can feel that it’s special. I don’t think it’s a normal Heartless,” Kairi added.

“But if it’s not a Heartless, then what is it?” Donald asked. “This makes no sense. I’m telling the King.” He darted out of the room.

“Okay. That’s fine!” Sora called after him. “Tell him to come out and see!”

“Sora, I hope your hunch is right,” Kairi murmured to him.

“You said you can feel it’s different than a normal Heartless, right? I trust you, and I think you could be right,” Sora said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry. King Mickey’ll see what we’re talking about.”

Goofy bent down to look at the Heartless, which, frightened, hid behind Kairi’s leg. “Gawrsh. It’s kind of a cute little feller, ain’t it?”

Donald and Mickey arrived in that moment. “What’s all this about a Heartless in my castle?” Mickey asked, raising an eyebrow. He summoned his Keyblade in a flash of golden light.

The Heartless hid behind Kairi, and Sora put himself protectively between her and the King. “Your Majesty, this Heartless isn’t here to hurt anyone. We brought it here.”

“You brought a Heartless? Here?” Mickey put his Keyblade away and looked up at the boy in confusion. “Why?”

“It’s okay, sweetheart, King Mickey isn’t going to hurt you,” Kairi crooned gently, persuading the small shadowy creature to come out from behind her. It looked over at Mickey, still holding onto Kairi’s leg with tiny hands. “I just… I just have a feeling, in my heart, that this Heartless is special. It’s different… it looks a little different, its presence feels a little different…” The girl shook her head. “I don’t know why exactly…”

“Well, remember when I took my own heart?” Sora said, tilting his head. “I got split into a Heartless, and Roxas, my Nobody.” Goofy nodded, remembering. “I got turned into a Heartless, but Kairi…” he blushed, “…turned me back to my normal self.”

Goofy snapped his fingers. “So ya think this might be the Heartless of somebody we know?”

“We… we think it might be,” Kairi said. “Maybe that’s why the castle’s magic… isn’t really affecting it.”

“Hmmm.” Mickey pondered this. “Well, it makes sense. All right. We’ll keep it until we can figure out how to turn it back into whoever it is. But it needs to be watched at all times; we can’t leave it unattended.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Kairi said with plain relief, bowing her head to the mouse king.

“Aw, Kairi, we went over this,” Mickey chuckled. “Just King Mickey is enough.”

“Right. King Mickey.”

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“BLAAAAAHHHHHAAAAHHHHRRRRGGHHAAAAAAAHHHH! OW! OW! OW!”

Oswald spun wildly out of the portal and bounced directly onto Disney Castle’s back lawn. He spit perfectly manicured blades of grass out of his mouth and rubbed his head, sitting up and groaning as his Keyblade Armor disappeared and the portal closed. “I hate between-world travel…”

He’d been a Keyblade Master longer than he cared to admit, but traveling through the Corridors was not one of his specialties. After a couple more minutes his vision stopped spinning and he was able to make out an enormous blue and white marble building towering over him. “Well, at least I’m in the right place.” He stood up and made his way toward the Gummi Ship Hanger, searching for the one mouse who could hopefully help him out.

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Minnie looked around her. She, Riku, Kairi and Donald had spent much of the afternoon in the library doing research on the Cornerstone of Light and Disney Castle, among many, many other things. “Oh, now where were we?”

“The History of Disney Castle, Volume X,” Riku said, cracking a grin.

“The Keyblade War, Volume II,” Kairi added.

“That’s right. Oh, and where is the King? I asked him to meet us hours ago…”

“I’ll go find him, Your Majesty,” Donald offered, and before she could say yes or no he was already out the door and down the hall.

Minnie sighed and replaced a book on the shelf.

Less than ten minutes later, a familiar voice spoke up from the doorway. “Don’t worry, Your Highness, I’m here for ya!”

The Queen giggled. “Oh, Mickey.” She put her hands on her hips. “But you’re still late, what kept you?”

Mickey grinned and stepped into the library, followed by two other figures: Sora and Oswald.

Riku raised an eyebrow. The rabbit who had followed the King in the door was about his height, though his tall black ears added a good foot to his stature. He looked remarkably like the King, but his face was white instead of peach. He wore a similar outfit as well, simple clothes for traveling, he supposed, but it was blue, silver, and black instead of red, gold, and black. Unlike the King, he wore no gloves and no shoes, choosing to walk barefoot.

“Oh, King Oswald!” Minnie curtsied.

Sora and Riku bowed and Kairi curtsied as well.

The corner of Oswald’s mouth turned up in the ghost of what once might have been called a smile, but it vanished almost as soon as it appeared. He waved his hand for the teens to stand and turned his attention back toward Mickey. “Mick, I hate to admit it, but I need your help.”

“’Course, Oswald! Brothers gotta stick together, ya know.”

“Brothers?” Sora whispered to Riku.

“Half-brothers, actually,” Riku replied, remembering a long-ago conversation with the King in which he’d told him about Oswald, about the rabbit king who was his half-brother, who ruled a land much different than his.

“Yeah, but don’t forget, I’m older than you, mouse,” Oswald grumbled, shoving one of his hands in his pockets.

Mickey put his hands on his hips. “What’s the trouble, Os? I haven’t heard from ya in… well… time’s different in each world, but it’s probably been a while.”

“Well, my world was taken by the darkness and—”

Five different gasps punctuated the room. Sora, Riku, and Kairi looked at each other. Minnie looked at Mickey who looked horrified at Oswald. “Wasteland’s gone?” the Queen gulped at last.

Oswald winced but nodded affirmatively. “Yeah. I… I don’t know what even happened. I was out walking on Mean Street when a tidal wave of darkness surged down an alley toward me. I got out my Keyblade and put up a Refleza, but even that didn’t do much of anything; I blacked out and found myself in Traverse Town.”

There was silence in the room for the span of a few heartbeats. “Did… did anyone else make it out?” King Mickey asked with a soft gulp.

Oswald sighed, a deep sigh that seemed to travel all the way from his large black feet up and out of his mouth. “I haven’t seen Ortensia. I don’t know where she is. I looked all over Traverse Town, even asked around, but nobody’d seen her. My sweetie pie, my kitty…” He sighed and reached up to tug on one of his ears in an aggravated motion. “Not to mention my 420 Bunny Children, who knows where they all are… and Gus and all the other Gremlins, I didn’t see anybody and it’s just…”

Kitty? Something clicked in Kairi’s memory. “Oh! Your Majesty?”

Minnie, Mickey, and Oswald all looked at her. “Yes?” they asked with one voice.

“I’m sorry, I mean King Oswald,” the girl amended, twisting her hands in the fabric of her skirt.

The rabbit in question looked up at her. “Yeah?”

“Your wife… you said she’s a cat?”

Oswald smiled dreamily. “The most beautiful cat to ever live.”

Kairi glanced meaningfully at Sora, but he hadn’t seemed to put the pieces together. “Can you excuse us for a second? We need to go check on something.” Minnie nodded but returned her attention quickly to Oswald’s worries.

Kairi took Sora’s hand and dragged him bodily out of the library. “Kairi, what are you doing?” he queried as she continued to yank his arm out of his socket. When had she gotten this strong?

“That Heartless we found, it has pointy ears like a cat, right? I think… I think it might be Ortensia’s Heartless,” she explained.

“Oh. Oh, okay. That makes total sense,” Sora said, nodding like he’d known it all along. “Where did you leave it?”

“I left it in the garden, told Pluto to watch it… oh no.” The pair halted by the railing overlooking the back lawn. The Heartless was there, all right, but so was Donald, and out of the corner of his eye, Sora caught a glimpse of Pluto trapped in a cage made of great icicles. Angry barks echoed between the topiaries as the gold mutt tried to break loose.

Kairi inhaled a sharp breath and felt Sora’s hand cover hers in a comforting grip.

“You’re dangerous…” they could hear him muttering to himself. “You’re dangerous, I don’t care what the King says, I’m gonna take care of you once and for all…”

With a flash of white and silver Kairi was alone on the balcony. Sora had vaulted over the railing with smooth precision borne of much practice and flung his Keyblade at Donald… not to strike him, only to distract him. The Keyblade embedded itself in the lawn up to the teeth a foot from Donald’s beak.

“Wak! Who’s there?” he quacked angrily.

“Donald, don’t!” Sora shouted as he ran to retrieve his Keyblade. “It’s Ortensia!”

“Ortensia?!?” Donald repeated, his brows flying down into a confused line.

“Kai, go find the Heartless!” the boy shouted back up to the balcony.

Kairi nodded and vaulted over the railing herself, scanning the area for the little black creature.

“What makes you think that thing is Queen Ortensia?” Donald complained, folding his arms, his staff stuck under his arm.

“King Oswald’s here, he lost her, and we think this Heartless… might be her,” Sora explained as he summoned his best Fira’s to melt Pluto’s prison.

“She can’t be a Heartless, that’s ridiculous…” the royal magician said, waving his hand dismissively.

Sora put his hand on his hip, still focusing the tip of his Keyblade on the icicles. “Uh huh. And when I got turned into a Heartless, who hit me on the head a bunch of times? I still remember that!”

“Wak! Oh, all right, maybe it could be possible…” Donald relented grumpily.

The Heartless had hid in a bush at the rear of the garden, and Kairi was on its tail. She knelt down and parted the leaves carefully. The Heartless scooted further back until it was touching the marble wall. “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s me, Kairi, remember me?” Kairi said soothingly. “Are you okay, Ortensia?”

The Heartless seemed to perk up, turning its head toward the girl.

“That’s your name, isn’t it?” The Heartless began to crawl toward the front of the bush and Kairi moved out of the way. “King Oswald’s here. He misses you a lot. Do you want to go see him?”

The black creature parted the leaves, stepping out into the afternoon sun, and gave a very slight head motion that might have been a nod. “Good,” Kairi said, relieved. “He’s up in the castle.”

The Heartless took her offered hand and together they made their way back up toward where Sora had finally freed Pluto.

The second he was out, Pluto darted over to Donald and began barking at him angrily.

Donald fended him off with his staff. “Pluto, cut it out!”

“Ruff ruff gurrr rufff ruff ruff!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry for freezing you.”

“Gurrrrruff ruff rrrr ruff grrr…”

“Oh, fine! And I’m sorry for trying to hurt the Heartless!”

Pluto stopped barking and snorted, nodding his head sharply.

“You’re such a good dog…” Kairi said, rubbing the mutt’s head affectionately.

Sora dismissed his Keyblade. “Kairi, you found it?”

“Right here. Let’s go find King Oswald.”

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Fortunately, he hadn’t left the library, as he was still in the midst of a heated discussion with Mickey. “…flung to all the worlds! It’s too reckless, and besides, it’s against the rules. Master Yen Sid wouldn’t be happy.”

Sora elbowed the door open and held it for his girlfriend and her charge. “We’re back, Your Majesties.”

“King Oswald?” Kairi ventured.

“Yes?” He glanced over at her, his arms folded and one foot tapping a frustrated rhythm on the tiled floor.

“We have someone we would like you to see.” Kairi gently ushered the Heartless in front of her, where it stood stock still, seeming to be frightened.

Oswald felt his heart give a soft flip. Only one person ever made that happen. “…Ortensia?” The Heartless looked up at him and tilted its head curiously. Oswald slowly approached it, feeling his heart grow warmer even in its presence. “It is you… isn’t it… Ortensia….” He took its hands, and in an instant had it in a warm embrace. “My Ortensia…”

There was a poof and a flash of light and the Heartless vanished. In its place stood a female cat Oswald’s height, wearing a lacy pink gown and gold gloves. A tiny gold tiara with a white-gold flower in the center was nestled between her pointed ears.

“Oh, honey bunny!”

They separated for only a second before Ortensia began to kiss him all over his face. Grinning he picked her up and twirled her around. She shrieked with laughter. “You’re all right after all! Oh, I’m so glad!” Oswald cried, his heart thrumming with joy and relief.

Mickey sighed and put his hand in his pocket. “Well, that answers that question.”

Donald tapped his foot, grumbling. “…can’t believe it worked…”

Kairi curtsied again. “Queen Ortensia, I presume.”

Oswald stopped spinning and put his wife down. She hopped a little, her black and gold heels tapping on the tiled floor. “Oh, yes. That’s right. Oh, it’s so nice to be me again! Thank you for being so kind to me!”

“Glad to help, Your Majesty!” Sora said, grinning excitedly.

“I… I don’t know what happened…” Ortensia sighed, touching her cheek softly. “I was doing the flower arrangements for the party and all of a sudden everything was shadowy and cold and there were tendrils of darkness everywhere. I tried Pearl and Holy and neither made the darkness retreat for long. I shouted and shouted for you, Oswald, hoping you would hear even though I knew you were out about town today…” She sighed again. “I guess I must have blacked out because I don’t remember much of anything after that.”

“Well, you’re here now, hon, and you’re okay, and that’s what matters,” Oswald said, taking her hand and weaving his fingers between hers, still plainly relieved. “And somehow we’ll figure out how to save our world.”

Mickey shook his head. “It seems like every time we take two steps forward with that, we get pushed three steps back. I thought all the worlds had returned, but if there are some that are still disappearing, then I feel like we’re just… at a standstill.”

Minnie took his hand. “We’re all working very hard to figure out what to do,” she said softly. “And as long as we’re together, as long as our hearts are together, the Light will guide us.”

Mickey pecked her on the temple. “You’re right, Min. We’re gonna figure it out together.”

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BONUS:

“Oswald, where are the kids?”

“Missing? They probably got flung to all the worlds of light just like those puppies did a couple of years ago…”

“All 420?”

“Yes, honey, all 420.”

“What are we going to do?”

Oswald tilted his face up toward the ceiling, a frustrated groan escaping through his teeth before addressing the room at large. “Who wants to go on a quest?”

[accio-jungkookie]

shine on anyway - spider-man x reader (ch. 2)

A/N: Hi! Hopefully you guys liked the first chapter, and I really hope you like this one as well! Remember, it is a bit slower of a fic (you won’t see Spidey or Tony for a little bit yet) because I really want to build Y/N as a multi-dimensional character. I want her to be complex and understood and all that. So, I hope you enjoy! :D

Summary: A kid from Milwaukee has to grow up far more quickly than she should while facing threats that men half her age would never dare go near. So, when she has to uproot after losing everything, does she lose herself too? 

Word count: 2.6k (see? gradually increasing lol)

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and depression, swearing, minor character death, blood and injuries, fighting, mentions of bullying, again I will add more if I think I missed any! :)

last - two - next

You sighed as you walked through the halls of school, heavily tempted to cover your ears and walk with your eyes closed. You felt like you woke up with a migraine, since all of your senses were going haywire. It felt like every scuffed shoe was squeaking directly into your ear, and every room with its lights on felt like a flashlight pointed directly into your eyes. Your stomach was killing you, and honestly you felt like hell on wheels, to quote a song from one of your favorite musicals.

You made your way to your locker, relying on Ky to make sure you survived the walk to your first class. She was truly a god send, if you are entirely honest. You would be dead without her right now.

This. Was. Bad. Honestly, your immune system was shot to shit but in all honesty, you have never gotten this sick so quickly before. So, by the time lunch rolled around, you had holed yourself up in a study room in the library, keeping all the lights off as you let yourself fall asleep. With permission from all of your teachers, of course. They knew your home situation was not the best, and that you had no choice but to go to school when you’re sick, so your teachers had all allowed you to skip, so long as your homework got turned in on time (which it always did).

You got a frantic few calls from Ky at around 4:00 when she couldn’t spot you in the library.

“Where the hell are you, (Y/N)?” She asked worriedly. You groaned as you sat up before you peaked outside of your door. You spotted your friend however and hung up before calling her name, gesturing for her to enter your small, cozy room. She turned and spotted you peeking out of the doorway before sighing in relief, putting her phone away and heading towards the room. She walked in and closed the door gently before turning the lights on, causing you to groan and shove your hands over your eyes as you lay down again. She gave you a weird look before shutting the lights off again, wondering if you had a migraine or something similar.

“You ok?” She asked quietly, sitting on the floor next to where you were laying down. She put her hand on your back, rubbing up and down as she noted how hot your body was running. ‘Fever?’ She thought with a frown, reaching over to feel your forehead to confirm it.

“Hey, we should get you to your grandparents. You’re burning up.” Ky mumbled quietly, already starting to pack your items up as you protested.

“Noooo~” You whined weakly, trying to stop her from grabbing all of your things. “I don’t want to worry them, and I still have rehearsals tonight.” You justified, not even sitting up to look at your friend. Instead you just covered your eyes again, not willing to move.

“We’ll tell your director you aren’t feeling good, and we’ll tell your grandparents that rehearsal got cancelled then. You need to go home and take some medicine and rest.” Ky said with a frown, finally gathering all of your items in her hands before reaching down to help you up.

“Ok.” You relented with a frown, not wanting to disobey your friend. She is only trying to help, so you wouldn’t be the one to say no to her. Plus, small Asian gets big mad. You don’t want to feel the fallout of her yelling at you in Japanese when you have such a raging migraine. Again. Plus, her threats get very… creative.

“Alright, stand up then.” She mumbles, shouldering your bag and wrapping an arm around you with a frown. She pulled your weight as you stood, stumbling a bit as she steadied you.

“I’m calling my mom to get us, and then you’re going to sleep after you take some medicine, ok?” Ky stated as you both made your way back down to the entrance of the school. You heard Ky talking to her mom in Japanese, picking up on parts of the conversation (you had known her since you were both six, there was no way you wouldn’t pick up on some parts of the language) before she hung up and spoke to you again.

“Mom will be here in 15, so sit down until she is.” Ky said as she lowered you to the floor, where you curled up a bit into yourself, suddenly getting a lot colder. You shouldn’t be this cold, you think. It’s April, so at most a shiver if it’s raining, but you’re shivering like it’s the dead of December. The feel of the cold tile below you did nothing to help your situation. 

As promised, 15 minutes later Mrs. Tanaka was pulling up in front of the school, and Kyomi was practically carrying all of your weight to the car. She dumped you into the back seat then climbed into the front. She frowned at you as you struggled to buckle yourself in before greeting her mom.

“Hi, Mama.” Kyomi said before looking back at you. “Y/N is really sick; can we take her home quickly?” She asked, and her mom nodded yes.

“Of course.” Mrs. Tanaka answered in Japanese, smiling at you through the rear-view mirror. “Anything for our Buggie.” She said with a smile, making sure you were buckled, as well as Ky, before starting to drive you home. You zoned out after a while, just listening to Ky and her mom talk quietly in the front seat as the car kept on. It started to feel weird the longer the drive took, and you could recognize that you were getting motion sick. You sat up and looked out the front window intently, willing the feeling away. You recognized that there were only a few more blocks until you were home, so you just clamped your jaw shut hard and sat through the feeling. Eventually, you were home and being escorted to your room by Ky, mumbling that rehearsals were cancelled, no you weren’t hungry, and no you weren’t sick just tired, to get your grandparents off of your back. It worked, because within minutes you were huddled under your blankets, fast asleep before the clock even struck 5:00.

You woke up the next morning on Saturday to a text from Kyomi.

‘Hey, check out this video! People are calling him spider man I guess :)’ the text read, with a link sent immediately afterwards. You sat up and looked at the clock, seeing it was 8 a.m. and you groaned tiredly before you realized your head felt a million times better. You smiled, thinking it must’ve just been a nasty bug that you had, before you clicked the link. You watched the kid swing on what appeared to be webs in a pair of bright red sweats.

“Very on brand.” You mumbled, watching him climb up a wall, your eyes focusing hard on the small screen as you tried to reason out how that was possible. Almost, if not every rule of physics was ignored in the video. Logically, humans cannot climb walls, duh. Maybe he had some kind of special adhesive on his gloves or something. And surely, he isn’t… making the webs himself? Like, they can’t be coming out of his body. You watched closer and noted that, at least the webs weren’t coming from his wrist but a contraption on his wrist. You sighed and texted Kyomi back.

‘So, is he a new avenger or something? Bc I know we don’t need any more of them trying to play dress up’ you sent with a sigh. Sure, they weren’t the worst thing to happen to the planet, but after the attacks that happened in New York, what happened to your mother… You couldn’t stand them. You got out of bed and stretched, heading upstairs to get breakfast. You spotted the note on the counter that your grandparents would be gone for the day, heading north to Door County for some early season farmers market or something. You sighed and went to set down the paper before you realized it was stuck to your hand.

“What the fuck-!” You yelled, getting the attention of your dogs as they ran up to you, staring at you and waiting for a treat or something, hell if you knew. The paper wouldn’t get off of your hand and you were freaking the hell out. You went to set down your phone to peel the paper off when you realized that the phone was now also stuck to your hand.

“OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod-“ you chanted as you freaked out, trying to get the items out of your hands. This would be the one and only time you would honestly be okay with throwing your phone across a room if it meant it would get off. You felt the phone buzz in your hand, meaning that Ky had texted back, and you looked at the screen, not really seeing her message in your state of panic. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves a bit. You opened your eyes and slowly opened your hand, letting your phone drop onto the table before you peeled the paper off of your hand, finding it awfully weird how it pulled your skin a bit. You threw the paper onto the table and went to the sink, scrubbing your hands to make sure that some superglue hadn’t magically appeared there. You dried them gently on your pants then walked over to your phone to read Ky’s message.

‘ig he isn’t an avenger, but I bet that tony stark has his eyes on him” she had texted back, causing your eyes to roll. You sent back a quick ‘sure, ok lol. bc Tony stark is just keeping his eye out for the next freak show’ before locking the screen. You walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, your dogs getting bored of you and moving somewhere else in the house to play. You sighed and decided to try the whole “sticky thing” again, since you knew your hands were thoroughly clean. Therefore, logically, nothing should blatantly ignore physics. You closed your eyes for a moment before tensing the muscles in your hand, then peeling your eyes open. You opened your hand flat, and then flipped it upside down quickly. Your eyes nearly popped your head as you watched the phone defy gravity, sticking to your open palm.

“What the fuuuuuuck-“ You whispered, turning your hand around to look at the phone from every angle. You relaxed again, seeing as it worked last time to get rid of the stickiness (?) and watched it fall into your lap.

“I think… I think I’m losing my mind.” You mumbled with your eyes still wide. You didn’t even know what to think, nearly shitting you pants at what you saw yourself do. You weren’t even 15 yet! How the hell are you supposed to know what to do! You let yourself panic for another moment before you took a breath, trying to force yourself to calm down. You had a crazy idea, but hell if you weren’t going to try it.

“Ok, Spider-Man. Let’s see if I’m, uh, you.” You mumbled with a sour face as you walked over to the only wall in the living room without decorations covering it. You double checked around you that the curtains were closed before turning back to the wall with a nod. You took another deep breath and put your hands on the wall above your head, tensing your fingers and pulling slightly, putting your feet on the wall below you slowly. Your eyes widened as you realized, holy shit, I’m on the wall.

“I’m on the wall.” You mumbled, slowly removing one hand and moving it up, then your foot, and then continuing until you had made it to the top of the wall, eyes wide as you breather heavily.

“I- what the- what.” You said, mind blank as you looked at the floor, a good foot and a half below you. You sighed and looked up at the ceiling that is now so much closer to your nose. You nodded and decided, yeah, okay, on the ceiling I go. You moved your body and slowly started to crawl again, eyes wide as you slowly moved and slowly, ended up on the ceiling.

“This… goes against physics so hard.” You mumbled, slowly moving around until you decided, hey, maybe I shouldn’t be on the ceiling. You almost hyper-fixated on the physics, about any possible, logical explanation as you slowly climbed down again and promptly freaked out. You weren’t sure what to do, or who to tell, if anyone. You ran down to your room and sat down in front of your laptop before you googled Spider-Man, trying to figure out what he could do to test it for yourself. There was no way, right?

You knew the webs weren’t from his body, but you noticed he had amazing balance and strength, almost too much for a human. Hell, he had stopped a bus dead in its tracks with just his hands. So you nodded, standing up again and looking around your room. You had no clue what was heavy enough for you to test, before you spotted your packed bookcase.

You walked over to it and pulled it away from the wall, eyes widening already at how easy that was. You nodded before squatting down, mumbling small encouragements to yourself, before you got your fingers underneath it and just… Stood. You stood up with this bookcase in your arms like it weighed no more than a few books. You nodded to yourself again, still horribly confused as you returned the case to its designated spot, eyes wide.

“Okay what the fuck.” You practically laughed before your face dropped. You thought quickly before sitting at your desk again, pulling up Google and the picture of the spider from the auditorium that bit you.

“There has to be a reason that he’s called Spider-man of all things, right?” You mumble to yourself, trying to find out what kind of spider had bit you. Since it even had the ability to bite you, that ruled out hundreds of kinds right away, and of the handful left, none of them had the same coloration at all of the spider that had bitten you. And even then, logically none of them had any way to alter the human body. Honestly, that is probably scared you the most.

“Okay, so let me think through this…” You mumbled to yourself, pulling out a pen and a notebook. You wrote down your own name and drew a line underneath it, writing underneath it what you knew you could do now so far. Super strength and sticky hands/wall climbing were the only things so far, but you were willing to bet there was more. Your brows wrinkled and you wrote down enhanced eyesight, heightened senses. It would make sense, since suddenly you didn’t need your glasses, and it felt like your senses had been dialed up to 11. You put your notebook down and tossed the pen on top before standing up, glancing at the clock on your desk and seeing it was almost noon. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, deciding to get ready for the day. You had to buy groceries today, and Nana would be very upset if you forgot.

So, you did just that. You got ready, went to the store, and picked up the few groceries that your house needed. Everything was totally fine and normal until you were walking home. You had your earbuds in, and you were crossing a street when you felt it. Every nerve in your body went haywire and you got immediate goosebumps. Your eyes widened, still staring at your feet, but you just knew you needed to jump. So, you did. Really fucking high, right over the car speeding towards your side. You landed on your feet, all of the bags in your hands still, and your eyes were blown wide.

‘What the fuck was that’ you screamed in your head, covering your face and rushing home. So, you could jump really high, and you could run fast (since you got home in half the time it usually would have if you had run it at top speed), and you had some random… feeling?

“Being a freak is fucking… freaky.” You laughed at yourself quietly as you got home and sorted out your groceries.

[hyunsracha]

rubicund — bang chan

word count: 1.8k

summary: music production major chris really needs a place to live - and you just happen to have a few empty rooms and need a new roommate.

right.

let’s go lesbians!!

so u, lovely lil college sophomore u, lived in an apartment

fuck dorm lives

n ur roommate was ur friend n everything was SICK

until ur friend moved out - to live w his boyfriend -_-

now u were alone :(

and u didn’t have enough money to pay rent by yourself :(

so u either move out! or find another roommate

but ur apartment was way too sick to just MOVE OUT LIKE THAT

so u started advertising hey! i’m a poor college student! be my roommate if ur also in college! hey!

christopher bang, college sophomore, has been kicked out of his apartment.

his roommate, jisung, said, “hey chris? this apartment is a one bedroom n my boyfriend is moving in so …. can u go?” LIKE IT WAS THE MOST CASUAL THING EVER???

SURE JISUNG, I’LL JUST BE HOMELESS!!

chris, the angel he is, agreed.

but now he needed a place to live! hopefully w enough room to set up his recording stuff

so he started looking until- hey! he stumbled upon your ad!

the ad seemed friendly enough, so he went to check it out

u opened the door on a rainy sunday after rushing around to make sure everything looked PERFECT!!

every couch pillow was Fluffed to Perfection >:(( and every surface was Sparking >:((

honestly though?? chris thought U were sparkling

u opened the door, ur face flushed from all the rushing about, and u smiled the most gentle smile ever,

“hi! i’m y/n. you’re chris, right?”

“t-that i am!”

you started giving him a tour of the apartment, making sure to emphasize how good a roommate u were and that u usually stayed in ur room so !! no need to worry about u !!

but chris was !! worrying !!

u were so cute and ur voice was so cute n u seemed so shy and unsure of what u were doing

u were just so soft! how was he supposed to live w the biggest cutie in the world?

“um. i’m a music production major...and i make music with two of my friends, and i usually work at home. is that an issue? would it be too loud?”

“oh no not at all! we have an extra room that my old roommate used as a dance studio, so you could use it as a recording studio or whatever!”

dang it

chris was kinda hoping that his music thing would be annoying so he couldn’t live there

but the house was perfect! and u seemed like the perfect roommate!

a week later, chris was moving in

u helped him, of course, u lil angel

u didn’t really know chris that well, so u didn’t know if he was just a shy dude or if he was nervous around u

news flash: he’s nervous

u were helping him move in??? what a kind soul!!! can u get any cuter >:((

apparently.

he was organizing his stuff that night when there was a light knocking on his door.

it was u

“hey”

“hey?”

“i uh-” u were looking down at ur feet, ur hands clasped behind ur back, “was just wondering if you wanted to come watch a movie with me? i mean, we live together now so we should probably get to know each other and maybe be friends, yanno?”

“o-oh! sure! what movie?”

“i was thinking mulan…”

“ur speaking my language now”

so there u two were, all sprawled out in the living room, covering in soft blankets and chomping down on some snacks.

u two were barely focused on the movie, finding each other much more interesting.

u learned that he made music with his friends jisung and changbin, he was australian, and that the color green really spoke to his soul for some reason he could not understand

“just dye your hair green then” you had joked, to which he responded with “bet!”

and the next night, your glove-covered hands were covered in green as you rubbed them around in chris’s hair.

he told u that his friends kept calling him broccoli chan and that he thought about punching jisung for a long time but he liked it a lot

u felt a sense of pride that u did the hair that chris liked!! yes!! go u!!

as the weeks went on, you and chris only got closer and closer.

and your feelings grew and grew.

at first, you just brushed it off as spending so much time together

but when he spent a few days at changbin’s to finish a few tracks, u found yourself missing him >:(

u missed his stupid broccoli hair and his stupid smile and his stupid giggle and his stupid dad jokes that DIDN’T EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE-

oh no!

u liked chris

now what?

u pretend u don’t and just deal with it on ur own bc confessing is for PUSSIES.

like?? what if he rejected u?? y’all LIVED together- it would be so awkward.

and when he came home u pretended that u DIDN'T miss him

even when he got all up in ur grill like “did u miss me?? u lil cutie i bet u did”

yeah chris is like that

once he was comfortable with u he decided to voice the thoughts he had about u

u stumble into the kitchen after just waking up, messy hair and half-closed eyes?

“UR SO CUTE WOW!!!”

u come home from class super pissed off and pouty?

“HOW ARE U SO ADORABLE??”

well….not all of his thoughts.

he didn’t tell you that he thought about you before going to sleep.

he didn’t tell you that every night, he debated getting up and going to your room, which was just across the hall, and climbing into your bed and cuddling you to death.

he didn’t tell you that every time you were stressing about taking a test or turning in an essay, he just wanted to kiss you and make all your stress disappear.

so basically, he was #whipped

ugh, mutual pining, we love that!

so who does he tell?

no one, dummy

he tells his lyric book!

look at u, getting songs written about u and shit

but one day, jisung found said lyric book.

“oooooh!!!!! who is the target of our channie’s affections??” he had squealed, quickly reading over chris’s scribbled text.

“JISUNG YOU WHORE GIVE IT BACK.”

but jisung - that whore - wasn’t very good at listening. he started rapping what chan had written, even though they were just lyrics without a melody.

“NO you BUFFOON you’re not supposed to RAP it’s a pretty ACOUSTIC song don’t you listen to ed sheeran >:(“

“haha she ran.”

“you fool.”

after minutes of struggling, chris YANKED his lyric book back from the buffoon, shoving it deep into his backpack.

“well you write lyrics about your boyfriend so what’s so weird about THIS?”

“we know who jisung’s boyfriend is but we don’t know who you’re writing about.” changbin stated, not even looking up from his phone.

“it’s uh...my roommate-”

“how cliche-”

“jisung you literally bumped into your boyfriend in the hallway and spilled your coffee on him. you’re the king of cliches. let the man speak.”

ok

changbin snapped?

“um yeah it’s my roommate. y/n. they’re just….i dunno….really cool and nice and cute and...make me feel things i haven’t felt before yeah.”

jisung and changbin shared a look.

“like? butterflies in your stomach and your head’s in the clouds and you feel on top of the world when you’re with them?”

“yeah? and what about it?”

another look.

“interesting.”

jisung quickly delivered this information to his boyfriend, hyunjin.

who just so happened!

to be your ex-roommate.

so he, of course, told you.

“you’re kidding, right?” you asked, not even looking at your laptop screen where hyunjin’s goofy smile was.

“no! jisung had a hard time getting it all out, chris was being so romantic. he couldn’t look me in the eyes for like 20 minutes after.” hyunjin was looking down at his cuticles, his feet propped up on his desk.

since he moved out, this is how you guys talked the most

go over to his new place? no thanks!

jisung was a cool guy but .. he was a slob and you didn’t want to be around that energy

“so. he likes me back.”

“yes- WAIT BACK??? Y/N Y/LN YOU NEVER TOLD ME THIS? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BACK-”

“sorry jinnie i think the door’s about to open. you should probably sort out that weird no eye contact thing with jisung haha love you bye!” you quickly ended the call, breathing out a sigh of relief.

the door opening was just an excuse, but then the front door opened.

(soulmate culture! thanks)

you popped your head out from around a corner, sending a smile to your roommate.

“hello, love of my life.”

“hello, Christopher.”

“ouch?”

you giggled, “i’m just kidding,” you moved from your spot and plopped down on the couch next to chris, moving your body so you were facing the broccoli-haired boy.

“sooooo…..any interesting conversations today?”

real smooth, y/n. real smooth.

“excuse me?”

“you know...any conversations about roommates that make your heart do flippy things?”

“i’m going to kill jisung.”

“please don’t. if it wasn’t for his big mouth, i might’ve never had the confidence to do this.”

“what is ‘th-’” but he was cut off

by your lips

on his

fun, right?

your hand was so soft on his cheek

and your lips were soft too

he was kind of going insane

this was pure bliss for him

but hey, people gotta breathe

and you, the non-rapper, had to pull away first

you smiled at him, and he was reminded of your first meeting

you were flushed again, and your smile was still so gentle

his heart was pounding, and he didn’t know if it would ever stop

so after giving you a few seconds to breathe, he pulled you in again

he had an inkling he would never get tired of the feeling

everything about you was so soft, so delicate

he handled you like glass

chris was always meticulous, and it was obvious in the way he kissed you.

this time, he pulled away, only to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“so uhhh...do i like called you my boyfriend now or?”

he laughed. it was the most beautiful sound.

“yeah, i would like that a lot.”

that night, chris followed you into your bed.

and he held you and let the steady pounding of his heart lull you to sleep.

and he fell asleep to the sound of your breathing.

and the next morning, he was the first to wake.

but he used those few minutes before you woke up to just admire you.

when you woke up, he just smiled down at you, “hey.”

your sleepy smile was the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

“hey, boyfriend.”

[juupajaa]

1This is gonna be super long and I'm sorry but I gotta get this off my chest somehow and I would like your input. Also major trigger warnings!! I did a bad thing?? I know I shouldn't have but it's already been done. For context, my friend lives in a different state but we live close to state lines so we meet up pretty much every other weekend. She lives by herself because her parents kicked her out (they're homophobic) but my family loves her so she spends holidays with us.

2I've been in recovery for about 11 months now and she's been my rock the whole time. She stayed with me on the phone for hours when I was real bad, and she gave me plenty of space too. I don't really like it when people baby me, it makes me feel like a burden. When I told her about my ed she stayed the same she always had been so it was a relief to be around her. My family voiced their concerns and talked about recovery so much I felt cornered a lot and needed a break from it.

3She didn't treat me with kiddie gloves like others did and helped me by keeping things normal, and supporting me more quietly and I think that's something super helpful that people don't talk about much. I know it's important to talk to someone and actively pursue recovery but I really needed that sense of normalcy too.

4She spent another weekend here, but when she had a bath her phone rang and I searched her bag for it in case it was her work. The call ended before I got to it but checked the notifications anyway so I could tell her who called. That's all good, but I noticed a tumblr notification and checked it without thinking. My friend has an ed blog??? I was shocked but put it away so I wouldn't be caught snooping, that wasn't even my intention.

5When she left I just spent hours scrolling through her blog. I know I shouldn't have but the curiousity got the best of me. I wanted to know if she had posted about me at all, which she hadn't. I feel so bad for never thinking something was wrong. Her weight has yoyo'd the whole time we've known each other, but she's been normal weight for as long as I remember.

What fucked me up is that her blog is much older than my eating disorder, and I just had really disordered thoughts. I thought wow I'm a fraud, she's been in this for years, maybe I'm just pretending?? But then it got nasty. My mind went to things like, all this time and she's not even skinny yet? At least I became underweight and it didn't take long. She eats so much she can't have an ed. I thought about how she looks too but she's normal weight, her body is perfectly fine! but ed logic right?

I'm so conflicted. I can't even begin to imagine how she must have felt all that time supporting me? All the stupid disordered shit I said, and still do sometimes.God I'm recounting times I complained about calories even when she had just eaten. I must have made her body image worse too because I would criticize even healthy bodies when she was right there. I know my disorder is to blame but I feel horrible. A lot of those I would trash were smaller than her and I didn't even think twice.

I've obsessively tried piecing things together. A couple of years ago we walked downtown and she commented it smelled like sophomore year, vomit. The whole time I was in recovery she ate normally. It was easier for me to start eating again because others did, especially her because she never nagged about it like my family did. Does she prefer visiting because it's easier to pretend away from home??

When I stay over she doesn't really have food at her place?? Could be coincidence but we go grocery shopping whenever I visit. Maybe Fridays are just her grocery day. I never thought about it but now I'm worried. Does she not eat when she's alone? From her blog I know she restricts a lot, but when she's with me she eats normally. When I was at my worst I found satisfaction in it and compared our intake.I don't think she purges when she's here and that could explain why she's not losing weight.

(Last one) Please help me, I don't know what to do. I'm worried but I don't want to lose her. I know I betrayed her trust and all but I can't pretend like I don't know and let her suffer. And she's a sweet girl, and I feel like shit now. She never even talks about her family situation so I doubt she'd tell me about her ed, especially since I'm in recovery. When her family kicked her out she seemed so calm, but that shit hurts?? It breaks my heart, even more now knowing about her ed too.

🌻

Yeah there's a lot of complicated stuff here but I feel like the first thing I should say is that you're beating yourself up for something that isn't your fault. I don't see you having done anything terrible here🤔

You weren't snooping, it's a very different thing to actively go look up other people's phones than to accidentally see something you didn't mean to see. And as for looking up her blog, if it's a public blog, you could have found it even without knowing it was hers. That's just something that we all need to realize when we make blogs and such. Even if your blog feels like a private thing, it really isn't if you put it online wide open.

And all that nasty disordered behaviour you did in her presence? You were sick and didn't know better. I know it's hard to separate these two sometimes, I struggle with it a lot too, but trust me, you're not a bad person for things you have done by accident or out of ignorance. And all the nasty thoughts you had about her are very normal ed thoughts. They feel awful and they're so intrusive and nasty, but they spring from your ed and not from your heart. You clearly love your friend a lot and want all the best for her, and your ed is just trying to hurt you through her when it spams those thoughts into your head.

And as for your friend, she's no doubt feeling horrible as well. I bet she must have felt like a fraud herself, watching you go to recovery while no one even notices that she's sick too. And as you said, she's been sick a long time and "still not losing weight", I wouldn't be surprised if she has been beating herself up for that as well. I feel like she's probably waiting for someone to notice her too.

To be honest, it sounds to me like you two need to have a talk. A really long and open talk that involves you both probably crying and hopefully hugging at the end. These talks are not fun to have but they clear these things up like nothing else. If you don't know how to set up such a talk, I recommend you open it with a text message and make some opening statements like "I really wanna talk about this thing but I dont know how to bring it up so here's a text. I know you're not doing so well and I want to support you like you've supported me. Can we meet up at some point and talk about this and this and this?"

I've had a few of these talks and every time I've had them, I've felt like I'm about to throw up, I'm sweating, I'm about to cry, but it is so worth it to go through with it bc it can solve such a huge amount of the problems that are festering. And after it's over, the relationship is so much stronger and both parties have an easier time to breathe.

If you have a hard time knowing what to say to her, just think about what you would want to hear in her situation. What you would have wanted to hear and what would have helped you feel better? You two share the experience and you both know exactly what words and gestures hurt you, and you also know what heals, what feels nice and what is needed.

Whatever you decide to do, I'm sure your friend would rather keep you and be happy and honest with you, rather than to let your friendship be rotten away by secrets and shame and guilt. Talking things through is hard but so are most things that will help you. Medicine usually tastes gross but it will help.

Good luck with it, I'm sure you can figure this out, just be honest with yourself and what you want to do and be so so so brave Remember to also take care of yourself and that you're still healing yourself ❤❤❤

[ohmyteez]

Ten

This is part one, find part two here, three here, four here, five here, epilogue here

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Out of nowhere, Spencer’s girlfriend disappears from her apartment and the only lead is what the surveillance footage shows. The team is given 10 days to find her, only that the first five were already used up by another case. Will they be able to find her in time? Or is it gonna be too late?

Warnings for all chapters: IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE READING STUFF LIKE THAT I SUGGEST YOU SKIP THIS FIC!!! Angst, mention/description of kidnapping, mention/description of sexual assault, mention/description of starvation, mention/description of beating, loads of sadness, fluff

Word Count: 1.5K

Requested: No

Note: I AM BACK ALREADY with something new. something sad bc Spence having happy and good things happen to him apparently isn’t a thing. 

You would’ve appreciated waking up on your own on a Saturday morning, but Spencer’s phone apparently had a different idea. The constant beeping of it ripped you out of your deep sleep and Spencer groaned as well, sleepily reaching over to grab his phone from the nightstand. 

“Please don’t tell me it’s what I think it is.” You mumbled groggily and buried your head deeper into his chest. Spencer let out a sigh and closed his eyes shortly, hand reaching up behind your back to stroke your hair.

“Unfortunately it is.”

“But it’s supposed to be your weekend off. What time is it, anyway?” You asked and rubbed your eyes, turning Spencer’s phone around in his hand and making it light up, showing you the time. 7:13am. 

“I’m sorry, love.” Spencer said and started to slowly get out of bed, but not before he bent down and placed a kiss on your lips, waking you up a little more, “You can obviously sleep some more. I’ll check in with you whenever I can, and you just text me when you’re awake. Okay?”

You just hummed in response and pulled him down for another kiss, savoring the moment before he had to go get ready for work. That kiss turned into a tired make-out session, making him groan before he pulled away and stroked the side of your face with a tight smile.

“If we keep doing that I might not leave at all. I would love to continue this, but they really need me.” He said with a chuckle and you nodded, finally stretching your body while laying in bed. 

“Mm, I know. Go overwhelm everybody with your brain, I’ll talk to you later then.” You responded, earning a laugh from him. He placed one final kiss onto your head before he fully slipped out of the bed and into the bathroom to get ready. 

Not even ten minutes later, he emerged and called out an “I love you” to which you responded the obvious “I love you, too” before he left your apartment. You turned around and got back into a comfortable sleeping position, deciding to just nap a few more hours before starting your day. You were in no way a morning person, at least not on the weekends, and you valued your sleep a lot. But you also knew that something like that, being woken up early on a weekend because Spencer was called into work, was possible and happened often. You just wished your boyfriend would get a break. 

In the six months you’ve been dating, you’ve maybe had three full weekends together because the BAU needed their genius. You never complained because you understood, of course, but it made you a little sad knowing you’d never really be able to go on vacation or take a trip longer than a day without him being called to work. You thought about joining him on cases plenty of times before, but then again, you wouldn’t be able to see him much then either, although it would allow you to travel so much more. You’d talked to Hotch about it, too. He’d told you it wouldn’t be a problem for anybody if you tagged along, as long as you wouldn’t distract Spencer and/or the case. You might do it someday, but today wasn’t that day as you were way too tired from staying up late last night with Spencer, having done movie night with some wine and sex in the middle of the night. You were always surprised how he wasn’t tired after nights like these, but Spencer was a morning person so you didn’t question it. 

Sleep came over you fast and you were asleep in no time, getting some more well-deserved rest. What you didn’t know was that Spencer had opened the window in your living room prior to leaving, wanting to vent out the room so you could have a cool and non-smelly apartment when you wake up. That was the perfect opportunity for a hooded figure to slip in from the fire escape and tiptoe through the room, quiet and steady so they wouldn’t wake you. They slipped through the slightly open door and saw you on the bed, calm as the night and sat down on the armchair in the corner of the room, just watching. Your vulnerability and calmness drove them wild and the fact that you were wearing nothing but your underwear and Spencer’s shirt had them know that choosing you was the right decision. 

After some time of looking around and taking in your room, they spotted the security camera in one corner of the bedroom and took this as the perfect opportunity to give whoever would see the video a chance of saving you. They walked out the room and went through drawers in your desk out in the living room, looking for a blank piece of paper and sharpie to write with. When successful, they scribbled onto the paper and stuffed the sharpie into their pocket, not wanting to leave anything they’d used behind, even though they were wearing gloves - but better be safe than sorry. With the paper in hand, they walked back into your bedroom and pushed the armchair across the room and under the camera, the commotion making you stir. They stepped onto the chair and held the piece of paper up in front of the camera until they heard you whimper softly and shift in your bed.

“Spence?” You called out softly, making the person whip their head around and stare at you. You opened your eyes slowly, eyes searching the room for any sign of Spencer before they landed on the hooded person. You were suddenly wide awake and scrambled out of bed with a gasp. The person wasn’t too worried, making sure to send a slow and creepy wave into the camera before they jumped off and caught you from behind just as you were about to run out of the bedroom. They reached into their pocket and pulled out a cloth soaked in chloroform, forcing it onto your mouth and waiting patiently for you to inhale it and fall unconscious. They then picked you up and carried you out of the room, removing the hood to seem less obvious when carrying you through the apartment building. 

After they successfully maneuvered you and them out of the building and into their van, they drove off, tires screeching in the process. 

It was now almost 12:30 and Spencer was starting to get worried. He knew you liked to sleep, but you never slept past 10:00 and he hadn’t heard from you since he left. He’d called and texted but nothing came back. 

The BAU was in Colorado, their case being one of what seemed to be ritualistic murders in Superior. There were two victims so far, all of them with their hearts missing and eyes gouged out. The Unsub seemed to go up in the age of his victims, the youngest so far being 12 and the second one being 18. 

Spencer couldn’t keep his mind straight though, making it difficult for him to work the geographical profile as Hotch had ordered on the jet. That also caught the attention of his fellow teammates Derek and Emily. 

“You okay, kid?” Derek asked as he noticed no progress on the board. Spencer turned and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“No... I don’t know. Y/N hasn’t responded to any of my calls or texts and that’s unlike her. I don’t know if I’m overreacting, but I’m really worried.” Spencer explained while his friends pursed their lips in thought. 

“Do you want Garcia to check in on her?” Emily asked and Spencer nodded slowly. That was until his phone made a “ding”, meaning that he got a message and he whipped it out of his pocket and sighed in relief when he saw it was you who finally responded.

Y/N: Hey! Sorry for only replying now, I slept longer than I thought I would. I must’ve forgotten to set an alarm! I’m doing good, heading out to grab lunch soon. How’s the case going? Do you know when you’ll be back? Love you.

“She just responded.” Spencer announced with a smile, texting you back quickly. 

Spencer: Hi! I’m surprised you slept that long, last night must’ve really tired you out ;) Happy to hear from you though. Working on the geo profile, it’s a tough one and we’re in Colorado! If all goes well we should be back by Tuesday, I’ll keep you posted! Love you too.

The person, who identified themselves as a male, smirked as he locked your phone and put it into the pocket of his pants. He stepped closer to your sitting form on the tiny mattress placed on the floor and then squatted down. He reached his hand out and brushed the hair out of your face, your head immediately flinching away from the unfamiliar touch. 

“Why are you doing this?” You whispered as he rose. 

“Everything happens for a reason, my love. Everything happens for a reason.” Was all he said before he turned around and left the room, the heavy metal door shutting behind him with a bang. You whimpered and hugged your knees, tears spilling freely from your eyes as you thought about Spencer, and if you’d ever see him again. 

[this-iswhywefight]

Can we get some good angst? Like shiro taking a shot for Matt and bleeding all over while matt is furious with him bc why did you do it takashi.. Idk why but I feel like having my heart broken

It happened so fast. 

One minute Matt’s locked in with the wild eyed general of the base before him, nose to nose, teeth bared in a snarl, and the next he’s hitting the ground with a twisted cry of pain in his ear that he knows to be Shiro.The adrenaline pumping through his veins drive him more than his instinct to throw himself toward Shiro when he sees him crumple, and his pistol is off his hip and firing while voices, Paladin and Coalition alike, run together over the comms. 

He’s still a shitty shot, so it barely gets the general in the shoulder, but it sure as fuck gets his attention and that’s really all Matt’s aiming for. Get his attention, keep it off Shiro and fucking focus, Holt.“We’re not done!” Matt snarls, back on his feet, sword at the ready. “Come finish what you started!”

“With pleasure, Commander.” The general’s  grin is terrible and his eyes overbright from doping up on quintessence. He comes at Matt, clearly ready to pick up right where they left off, and normally Matt would be so down for that, but Shiro ‘s breathing his shallow in his ear while muttering assurances that he’s alright, really he is, no Keith you don’t have to come here, don’t abandon your post!– So Matt’s a little too busy for this guy’s bullshit.

It’s not a clean fight in the end, but it’s quick and the job gets done. It’s all kind of a blur to Matt really. He’s not quite sure what he did,  but he walks away from the fight with a sore shoulder and a sword wet with blood while the general’s last breath sputters past his lips. Matt’s already turning to Shiro before the Galran can even hit the floor.He’s on his knees at Shiro’s side, breath tangled up with words in his throat as he rolls Shiro over, and he has to physically force himself not to stall at the pained groan that movement causes from his lover. “Sorry,” he breathes, fingers skimming over Shiro’s armored chest. “Where are you hit?”“Are you okay?” Shiro asks, which is not the damned answer to Matt’s question. “Matt are you-”“I’m fine!” Matt snaps, harsh to his own ears, and there’s more that could follow that but Shiro’s suit is dark over his ribs and wet with blood, the edge of his chestplate splattered with it like some sick Jackson Pollock. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Shiro…I… What the fuck is the matter with you?!”“What?”“Why’d you get in the way?” he demands, because it’s easier to be angry and everyone always tells him he’s reckless in fights but Shiro’s apparently way worse than him and he’s never heard a word about it. Shiro blinks at him, like he’s confused by the question. “You were gonna get hurt…”“I was in a fight. That tends to happen sometimes.” Matt covers the wound with his hands, applying just a enough pressure to stem the leak of blood from the wound, but not enough to make Shiro wince. “Martek,” he barks into the comms. “Get us an extraction now, we gotta get Shiro out.”The reply is immediate. “Yes Commander. Baerl and Ta’el will be rerouted to your location.” Matt breathes out a sigh of relief. They’ll be quick about it and Baerl could easily carry Shiro out and fight her way through a full fledged attack if she had to. “What’s going on?” Keith demands, loud and sharp in his ear. Shiro sighs, and Matt presses a little hard on the wound. He doesn’t get to be exasperated about people worrying when he got himself shot.“Shiro knocked me out of the way of a shot.” Matt frowns down at his boyfriend, narrowing his eyes at the little satisfied upturn of his lips. “Which was really fucking stupid.”“I’m fine,” Shiro says, voice strained and eyes closed against the pain. “It’s just a flesh wound I-”“Takashi Shirogane if you fucking quote Monty Python at me right now I swear to God-”“I’m not gonna die from it.” Shiro’s pale and his breathing hasn’t yet settled, but otherwise he’s totally calm. “I know what dying feels like. This isn’t it.”“That’s doesn’t suddenly make this okay!” Matt snaps while the comms go silent. “Dude…” That’s Lance, with the quietest and wobbliest voice Matt’s ever heard. Shiro winces. “Shit,” he breathes. “Guys I-”“Shut up,” Matt mutters. “You’ve lost talking privileges until you’re not bleeding anymore. Only people who’s blood isn’t literally on my hands get to talk right now.”Shiro blinks at him, gaze sharp for all that he’s still in pain and that shouldn’t be as much of a relief as it is. He doesn’t say anything else, but Matt’s honeslty now sure if it’s because of what he said or if he just doesn’t get a chance to before Baerl and Ta’el show up to get them out and to their pod. Matt follows close behind them, alert, but not terribly worried about coming across anyone. The general was the last thing they’d had to deal with before making an escape, and Matt has the system data he swiped safe in a drive on his hip. The paladins and Princess are talking to Shiro, and Matt takes the opportunity on the quick trek back to the pods to quietly check in with Martek himself. He’ll be the one to brief the other Commanders on the situation before Matt gets a chance, and Matt’s sure he’ll get a call from them later, after the renegotiation of an long held ally’s recruitment agreement wraps up. They don’t run into any trouble and before Matt knows it Ta’el has them in the air and he’s back at Shiro’s side, kneeling on the floor next to where he’s laid out with a quick compress from the medkit pressed over the wound. His helmet’s off, so it’s easy to see that he’s paler than usual, but nothing too drastic, and the bleeding has slowed, which is good. Mainly Shiro just seems tired, drained, and like he’s in some pain. Matt peels off his blood soaked gloves before touching him, gently brushing Shiro’s bangs out of his face with a soft, “Hey.”Shiro blinks his eyes open and smiles. “Hi. Am I allowed to talk now?”“Well you’re not bleeding on me anymore, so I guess I can allow it.” Matt allows himself a half start to a smile, but it quickly falls away. “Shiro… What the fuck?”Shiro sighs, fumbling a bit to take Matt’s  free hand. “You were going to get hurt.”Matt frowns, slotting their fingers together, his other hand still in Shiro’s hair. “I get hurt a lot. Comes with the territory of what we do. You can’t do that again, alright?”“Matt-”“No, I don’t want to hear it Shiro, you can’t!��� It comes sharper than Matt wants it to, but it also comes quick and almost desperate. Scared. He sounds scared. Shiro must hear it too, because his brow creases and his eyes go a bit wide. “Hey,” he says, squeezing Matt’s hand. “What’s wrong?”“I…” Matt swallows hard. “You can’t pull this martyr bullshit again. You sacrificed yourself for me once already and… Never again Takashi. I can’t lose you again.” His hands are shaking and he hates it but he can’t make it stop. “Matt,” Shiro breathes. “Matt I…”“I mourned you,” he says, unbidden and unable to stop the words from coming. “Please don’t make me do it again. I can’t do it, I won’t-” Matt’s voice breaks, and his eyes start to burn and he can’t, he can’t–A forceful tug on his hand brings Matt down to Shiro for a kiss. “I’m sorry,” Shiro murmurs against his lips. “Matt I… Matt I’m so sorry.” Matt closes his eyes tight and forces himself to breath. Shiro is fine, he’s fine and breathing and alive, he’s fine. “Please,” he whispers, hand in Shiro’s hair moving to his cheek. “Please Takashi.”“I love you.” Shiro kisses him again, holding tight to his hand. “I love you, Matt, I’m sorry I made you feel like this…”This isn’t okay. Matt won’t make Shiro promise not to do it again, because he knows it’s a promise Shiro’ll break. Because that’s just who he is, that’s who Matt fell in love with a lifetime ago. But that doesn’t mean Matt has to like it, or be okay with it. And what is there to do but hold on to Shiro’s hand and kiss him and whisper love and worry between them?

[quell-tea-salon]

THE IDOLM@STER SideM 3rdLIVE TOUR report - Makuhari Day 1

In a nutshell: IT WAS FKING AMAZING

As I’m typing this my SideM timeline is being flooded with adorable photos by the cast members ahjdgGskljh and they’ve published the set list for today’s concert so please have a look.

INCOHERENT SCREAMING UNDER THE CUT also pls note that i refer to the cast members by their given nicknames :3c

First of all, i did NOT expect the concert to be FOUR HOURS LONG. I mean i knew it’d be longer than the standard 2 hours because well, 16 groups??? And it was absolutely amazing from start to finish so it didn’t even feel that long goddddd i’m so grateful that i got to watch it ;___;

Since the set list is available for all to see i’ll just jot down some commentary...

I only realised today that the seat i got assigned for today’s LV was in the FIRST ROW, DEAD CENTER and while this would be great at a concert, i generally prefer the back row at the cinema bc being so close to the screen is actually really uncomfortable. You get a sore neck from looking up and the edges of the screen are outside your field of vision...... but i count myself lucky just to have a seat so there’s that. As it was my first SideM concert i also sorta wanted to be able to watch the people in front of me wrt what to do.... thankfully i’d seen enough footage of SideM live events to have a rough idea of the calls, etc.

Anyway, onto the actual event. Yamamura was the first to appear, going over the guidelines and rules of the concert. He mentioned that there wouldn’t be an interval, to make time for more songs! (The audience cheered lol)

The whole cast of 46 members came onto stage for the opening talk and introductions. After that, DraSta was the first to perform (Starlight Celebrate). As a DraStaP this made me happy ^^ But i was surprised that they were singing the Starting Line songs, which made me wonder if the rest of the groups would do the same.... (They actually did, but some sang the first song in their starting line singles while others sang the 2nd song???) Shugon and Taso were amazing live and delivered solid performances as usual. Taku was a bit inconsistent, but maybe the nerves got to him.

Beit’s Tomorrow Diamond - I LOVE their outfits so much!!!!!!!! So princely and sparkly T_T At one part while the camera was on Ume he fucking BIT HIS GLOVE and the whole room SCREAMED hsjdsshagah idk maybe it was coming loose and he was trying to adjust it but anyway he killed like half the people in the theater. Also at the end of the song Ume knelt on one knee and made a gesture like he was holding out an engagement ring and everyone died lmao i was so mad i actually said out loud YOU CAN'T DO THAT and the person next to me laughed. Oh and apparently the white gloves were a new addition to their prince outfits (according to Horieru). Maybe they were there just so Ume could bite them and kill some people smh

Cafe Parade’s Reversed Masquerade - zombie dance! They are so cute T_T I would watch a whole musical performed by them....... The groups in the 3rd Anniversary Disc 01 (Cafe Parade, Alte, Legenders) all got to sing their new songs, but sadly not the collab song.Eternal Phantasia.

Shinsoku’s Burning Cool de Kagayaite - I loooooooooooove watching these two, their outfits are gorgeous and badass and Machuyan is irl suzaku GOD HE IS SO TALL AND TONED... Doing the “oi oi oi!” call was super fun >< Fukamachi had so much fun that he forgot to sing one of his lines lmao

Sai came up next but it was a BRAND NEW SONG which had everyone was in a mild panic bc we couldn’t recognise the song intro and were like W-WHAT COLOUR DO WE SET OUR PEN LIGHTS TO??? until they appeared on stage and then it hit us that OH MY GOD IT’S A NEW SOOOOOONG lol. Later during the talk segment Yamashita Daiki said that he was trying his best not to laugh at the audience’s visible confusion at the start of the song wwwwwwww

Jupiter appeared next on stage and we just SCREAMED because JUPITER!!!!! And screamed louder because Over AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It;s so good to have the whole team here, esp when Touma and Hokuto were absent for 2nd Live T_T

S.E.M - Study Equal Magic. My other honmei unit.... I’m SO HAPPY that i got to do the takenoko dance with everyone <333333333 Yoshiki lost a lot of weight and looks really good..... From what i could see from his twitter he lost heaps of weight rapidly so a lot of us were worried but i think he mentioned recently that he switched to the bulk up phase and he looked fit and healthy on stage which is a relief. Totto actually flubbed one of his lines 8D;;;;;;

HiJo - JOKER All Mighty. Another song i’m super happy to get to participate in!!! Though at the cinema we were swinging our penlights instead of towels. They’re all so cute ;;;;;;;; Nogami sounded amazing live too. Naganyan and Hirohiro didn’t disappoint and gave us some Natsuki/Jun fanservice 8)

KOGADO’S FIGHT SCENE WAS RIDICULOUSLY BADASS WTF and mostly choreographed by Hime apparently??????? They still hold the title of SideM’s action unit....... Also I love Hamanon so much, he gave SO MUCH fanservice to the cameras........ blowing kisses, making and serving ramen (twice, lol), making hugging gestures........ Hamanon is a national treasure >< Also Hime dyed his hair silver and got extensions (ponytail) to match Ren <333

Speaking of Hime, he ended his (very cute) message to the audience by switching to Ren mode and saying “Baaaaaaaka” which the audience LOVED lol but F-LAGS were next and Sanpei-san was like “Wow aren’t Kogado just lovely” LOL

I was excited to see Legenders ofc as they’re my third tantou unit but tbh i’m not in love with their new song Symphonic Brave. Ig i should be happy that they’ve moved on from emo (but sexy) to more uplifting songs ;w; But the moodiness was what drew me to Legenders in the first place.... and I love Amehiko’s voice in the darker songs...

Kaleid TOURRHYTHM. I feel SO blessed to get to hear this T_T The full Jupiter team with W..... i love this song sm.........

When it was W’s turn during the talk segment, Kikuti actually started tearing up as he was overwhelmed by gratitude;;;;; Yamati (and the audience) kept cheering him on but he couldn’t stop crying...... my baby T___T W also went to hug Jupiter bc they were so happy that all three were present! We feel you!!!

Fun! Fun! Festa! was another super fun song to chant along with. Horieru had Kaerru with him and they made such a cute pair.... TakaP did The Wink at the camera and killed the remaining half the people in the cinema lol just arrest everyone from Beit tbh. Oh and Ume did the MAKUHARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII thing again wwwwwwwwwwwwwww

F-LAGS got to ride the trolleys around the corridor between the 2nd and 3rd floors while performing Yumeiro Voyager :D I’m sure it was a treat for everyone sitting in those seats! Sanpei-san kept making lovehearts with her hands at the camera sajhgf;ag;dka i love her sm ;_______; She also tweeted a couple of days ago that she dyed her hair green to match Ryouchin.... she is an angel....

Mofu Mofu En took full advantage of the cameraman that was on stage with them and made lots of adooooooorable faces at the camera, killing lots of people as well......

Natsujikan Graffiti!! Every time the camera zoomed in on Shiraim (and Matsuoka, for that matter) there would be giggles wwwww Those two are just so awkward and funny and lovable wwwwwwww Anyway, they released a few giant balloons during this song, for the audience to bounce around to each other. I thought it was a pretty neat gimmick that matched the party tone of the song.

Ryuusei Parade was next and i legit whispered “yabai” when the intro played....... All my fav groups in one song T____T It was amazing, as expected,,,

S.E.M performed From Teacher to Future next, and I’m not sure if it was intentional or not but Enokiya tripped and fell right at the start of the song lol.

HiJo caused a stir when they too appeared on the trolleys for Sunset Colours. They threw what looked like squishy toy (foam?) balls at the audience as they were wheeled around the venue. I was jealous ^q^ Shiraim mimed playing the drums with some balloons that were attached his trolley as decorations wwwwwwwww Why is he so weird wwwwwwwwwwww

Omg, this next part SHOOK US ALL. The intro for Alice or Guilty started playing and we were all like “Omg??? Really???!!!!!!!?????” then Jupiter appeared on stage in their 961 black jackets and we SCREAMED bc we could not fking believe what was happening!!! The person next to me started crying... I was just in shock the entire time....... After the song ended the stage screen showed Jupiter’s logo from their 961 years transforming into 315′s Jupiter logo and we LOST OUR SHIT. I actually yelled when i saw some stagehands go on to the stage to help Jupiter change into their green jackets, then the intro for BRAND NEW FIELD kicked in and by then everyone was in tears ;____; Jupiterrrrrrrrrrr you’ve come so far....... we love you.........

DraSta performed Arrive To Star (Shugon was srsly Teru the entire time, i love him sm!!!!), after which the whole cast joined them on stage in 3rdLive outfits (the same ones in the Live on Stage game!!) to sing Reason!!. We screamed when the screen displayed a new group illustration of all 16 units in the Reason!! outfits T________T They’d commissioned new artwork just for today’s concert aaaaahhhhhhh

The last song was BeyoDori, where I once again wished that i had 6 pairs of eyes to catch everything that was happening (the stage is very full with 46 ppl lol). Kuma-chan stays in the air for so long when he jumps.................

Break for encore. President Saitou appeared on screen to update us on new releases and announcements, after which the cast returned to the stage to perform GLORIOUS RO@D and DRIVE A LIVE.

Other random things

Kanbara-san is very generous with his “Chao <3″ ughhhh i loVE HIM and every time he throws an “Angel-chan and Angel-kun <3″ at us i just love him even more

Sanpei-san running onto the center stage after being provoked by Murase lol but being disappointed that her teammates didn’t join her

Kuma-chan egging on the audience to do Massan’s “Kawaii!” call, much to Massan’s embarrassment wwwwwwww

Enokiya being as dry and snarky as usual

Shugon’s smile is 10000000000000000000000 watts, have i mentioned that i love him? He also blew a few kisses at the camera and i died over and over again ugh take him away

SUPER EXCITED for the France shuffle team! I love everyone in that group T_T Teru, Hideo, Amehiko, Suzaku.... They also showed us a bit of the new song where they’re all dressed in blue and white military(?)/knight outfits. (Edit: OMFG I LOGGED ONTO LIVE ON STAGE APP AND THEY’VE ALREADY IMPLEMENTED THE GACHA FOR FRANCE EVENT I’M DYING)

Kasama-san was such a gentleman in both of his messages/talk time... how is he real........

During talk time Machuyan put his arm around Kobapyon’s shoulders and they looked so cosy lmao i wish for something similar to happen with Suzaku and Saki-chan SUZAKU GOOD LUCK

The 3rdLive outfits are REALLY cute >< Unlike in the LOS game, each unit has their own twist on the outfit (eg Cafe Parade has frilly shirts, S.E.M has black shirts) and even within units each character’s outfit is unique (Jirou's short sleeves, Michiru has a headband etc)

There’s so much more but this is all i can remember for now and i need to sleep to recharge for tomorrow’s LV!!! I’ll do another report for tomorrow too!

I’ll just leave some predictions for tomorrow’s set list (wishful thinking):

DraSta - Dramatic Nonfiction, Sayonara SumHol

SEM - Moon Night, Infinite Possibilities (or even duet of SSH and MunNai?!)

Legenders - ALL THREE OF THEIR SONGS PLS AND THANKS

If it’s another 4-hour show........ maybe all their solos? God that would be amazing *whimpers*

[marvelous-imagining]

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Request: Can I request a civil war!Bucky oneshot where Reader comes home to Bucky (in his little apartment) to find him and Steve staring at eachother and like Steve points a gun and asks who's she and then Bucky gets all protective and they both escape the black panther together and fluff (sorry for long request 😂) love your writing!❤️

A/N: Are there any classes for naming your work because I feel like I need some... Anyways, this is basically just the chasing scene from Civil War only it’s described by me. Of course I left some parts out and also there are some parts with the reader that I’ve changed to fit the story but... yeah. I literally watched the scene while writing this, pausing it every few seconds to be as accurate as possible. I realize I could have just come up with something myself but... gotta stay true to Marvel. I don't know if that bothers some of you but I'm sorry if it does. It’s messy, probably not easy to understand but if you’ve seen Civil War (which I’m sure you have at this point) you might know what I’m talking about. It’s not very fluffy, sorry about that. It’s hard to mix action and fluff. Hope you’ll like it either way! ALSO, I keep referring to T'Challa as the 'guy with the cat suit' or armor or whatever bc the reader nor Bucky knows who it is and i mean, he wears a scary cat suit okay idk

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Warning(s): well... fighting, gunfire... that’s it??

Walking along the streets of Bucharest, you came across a stand where a man was selling different fruits. You went over and decided to buy some plums for Bucky who was waiting for you in the small apartment you were staying in, laying low.

You thanked the man after you purchased the few fruits and turned around, seeing a magazine stand on the other side of the street. You were surprised not to see anyone inside the stand and walked over. As you got closer, you started hearing someone talking with a rushed voice to a policeman.

Fortunately you understood Romanian.

"The man with the metal arm!" You heard the man say. He then turned the magazine he was holding and showed it to the policeman. "I saw him!"

You rushed over and grabbed the magazine from him, seeing Bucky's face plastered on the main page. You read the title and saw that he was being blamed for a bombing that happened in Vienna. You frowned and shoved the magazine back to the man who had been holding it. You started running to the apartment, worrying about Bucky.

Now that he had been recognized, it was just a matter of time that someone was going to find him. You still believed you had a bit more time so you walked up the stairs once you made it to the apartment building. You skipped a few steps at a time while going up and you opened the door to the apartment.

"Hey, Bucky." You greeted. "I heard the news, I th—" You stopped talking as you saw Bucky in the apartment but not alone. Captain America, Steve Rogers, was behind him.

Steve was quick to grab a gun and point it towards you. You lifted your hands up, dropping the small bag of plums on the ground and looked at Bucky with a confused look.

"Who is she?" Asked Steve.

Bucky grabbed the gun from Steve and crunched it up in his metal hand. You sighed in relief and bent down to grab the small plastic bag and walked over to Bucky, placing your hand on his shoulder. You looked at Steve to see him give you a confused look.

"I'm a friend." You answered simply.

Steve seemed to be still hesitant about you and he turned to Bucky again. "Who is she?" He repeated.

"What she said." Bucky replied. "She's a friend."

You smiled, lowering your hand from Bucky's shoulder and turned to the man in the uniform. "I mean no harm. I'm here to help him." You told Steve.

Steve gave Bucky a look who just adverted his gaze to the floor.

You started hearing sounds from above you and your eyes widened. "Is someone already here?" You asked quietly while looking intently at Steve.

"How do you know her?" Steve asked again.

You pushed past Bucky and looked at Steve with an accusing finger pointed at him. "Hey, Cap." You started. "We can talk later and get to know each other over a cup of coffee when we have the time," you said with a roll of your eyes. "But I need you to tell me if somebody is here to take him." You said while looking at Steve with determination behind your eyes. You were not going to give up. You took another step closer to Steve and he grabbed his shield as if he expected you to attack him.

Bucky was quick to grab you and pull you back behind him. He held his arm in front of you as if he was shielding you from Steve.

You turned to look at him and saw his jaw clench as he lowered his arm. He looked at Steve and the two began talking, completely ignoring you.

You heard some noises again and you tapped Bucky's shoulder. "I think we should leave." You said with a whisper as the two continued to talk.

"Did you work for HYDRA?" Steve asked, cocking a brow.

You shook your head. "Technically—"

"They're not going to trust you."

You huffed and ran a hand over your face. "I really think we should get out of here."

Steve and Bucky began talking again and you rushed around the apartment, grabbing everything you thought you'd need when you finally got to flee.

"This doesn't have to end in a fight, Buck." Steve said as Bucky began taking off his gloves.

As you continued hearing noises from behind the door of the apartment, you began to think differently.

"It always ends in a fight." Bucky said.

"You pulled me from the river." Steve raised his voice, changing the subject. "Why?"

Bucky let out a sigh and looked at Steve. "I don't know." He said blatantly.

"Yes, you do." Steve fought back.

And you knew he did too.

Before you could interrupt them, something was thrown through the window. All three of you turned to look at the object and gladly Steve was quick enough to swing it back before it hit anyone. The object exploded but nobody got hurt.

Another bomb as thrown through yet another window and it landed on the ground in front of Bucky. He kicked it towards Steve who placed his shield on top of it, preventing it from exploding and hurting the people in the room.

You heard shouting in German from the other side of the door and turned around, eyes widening as you didn't know what to expect to come from there. All you heard was a loud thump.

Bucky knelt down on the floor and grabbed the mattress, shielding himself from the firing coming through the windows. You made sure to step closer to him and make sure the mattress was covering you as well.

The loud banging kept going on on the other side of the door and Bucky threw the mattress off of him, turning to look at the door as well. He made a move to grab the small dining table you had in the apartment and throw it in front of the door to make it harder to get through.

You gasped quietly as you heard glass shattering and saw two men coming through the windows that had already been used to their advantage and you turned around to fight one of the men but Bucky was a lot faster than you and he hit the man straight in the face.

The other man was ready to shoot in your and Bucky's direction but Steve pulled the carpet from beneath the man's feet, making the man fall down on the ground, still firing the shots.

You quickly grabbed your backpack and put the plastic bag of plums in it and looked at Bucky. "What do we do?"

Bucky didn't answer. He bolted to the door that let outside and kicked the man coming in, sending him flying back.

"Buck, stop!" Steve demanded and grabbed the hood of Bucky's jacket. Bucky turned around to face the captain with an angry yet terrified look on his face. "You're gonna kill someone." Steve added.

Bucky pushed him to the ground and punched a hole on the floor and looked Steve dead in the eye. "I'm not gonna kill anyone," he said while grabbing his own backpack and pulling it through the hole. He threw it out of the door. You ran over and looked at the backpack falling to the building across from the one you were in.

"Wow." You said quietly. "Can you throw this one too?" You asked while handing him your backpack.

Bucky gave you a slightly annoyed glare and threw that one out too, making it land perfectly next to his.

Another pair of geared up policemen came in the apartment and Bucky pulled you behind him, lifting his metal arm to shield the both of you from the bullets. Steve was quick to cover Bucky as well with his shield, it was a much better way to avoid getting shot.

A gun poked in from the window next to the three of you and Bucky noticed it, pushing Steve towards the window, making him collide with the policeman outside and crash through the window.

You stared in bewilderment and turned to Bucky again. "Did you just throw him out of the window?" You asked in disbelief.

Bucky didn't answer though, he kept his focus on the enemy and held up his metal hand, making the bullets shot at him bounce off the material before he got close enough the knock the policeman out.

You heard shots outside and knew that more people were going to come in the apartment. Your breathing was quick and erratic. You were scared, of course you were. Bucky quickly made his way to the door and before anyone could enter, he pushed his fist through the door, hitting one of the people outside. He then charged at the door which sent it flying forward and hitting a couple of people.

He started going down the stairs and you followed after him, helping him fight off the people trying to catch him. People were flying left to right, hitting walls, the floor, every surface, really.

Bucky fought off a couple of people while pushing another one, sending him to the other side of the railing, almost making him fall down. Steve, who had appeared just then, grabbed the falling man and looked at Bucky saying, "Come on, man."

Bucky didn't respond, he just knocked out another man and continued his escape, making sure you were following behind.

Bucky held your hands and pulled you closer to him, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders before he grabbed a railing and jumped, making the railing bend in a way that the two of you could skip a couple of floors and save some time. He kicked another policeman through a door and you jumped off of his back.

Bucky grabbed your hand again and told you to hold on tight, which you did. You closed your eyes as he made a jump through the space between the staircases. You didn't want to open your eyes as you fell down several floors.

The fall came to a quick stop as Bucky grabbed on a railing, grunting as he did. The sudden halt made you lose your grip on him and let out a scream. Bucky quickly took a hold of your hand and threw you over the railing, making you crash on the wall before dropping down to the floor.

You grunted but got off the floor, ignoring the pain you were feeling. You watched as Bucky got over the railing as well and kick through yet another door.

You watched him starting to near the balcony outside and you knew he was going to make a jump for it. You cursed under your breath and grabbed the hood of Bucky's jacket, making him turn around. "You know I can't make that jump." You told him.

"Yes, you can." He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him.

"No, I can't!"

"Well, you have to!" He yelled.

You let out a breath and nodded, gulping. Bucky kept his hand on yours as he neared the balcony across the hall. He started picking up his pace little by little and soon he was full on sprinting. Sooner than you would have liked, he jumped over the railing of the balcony.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked at the street below you. You felt Bucky's hand yank you forward which you did, making you fall down on the rooftop. You quickly stood up and the two of you grabbed your backpacks and started running.

"What now?" You asked but before Bucky could answer, you saw a third person's shadow joining yours on the floor before you. "Bucky, look out!" You yelled but it was too late. The person kicked Bucky on the back of his head and rolls over him, standing up and revealing his black cat-like suit. You cursed under your breath, the man looked intimidating as hell.

"Y/N, go." Bucky said as he eyed the man covered in a black armor.

"What? No!"

"Just go!" Bucky yelled and looked at you. "I'll catch up."

You were about to protest again but Bucky attacked the man who of course fought back. You mumbled curses under your breath and although Bucky had told you to leave, you didn't do that. You ran up to the two and kicked the man off of Bucky. The man was quick to launch back at you but Bucky jumped in front of you, taking the hit or the scratch of the man's claws.

The man held up well on his own. He was fighting the two of you at the same time and didn't seem to  to be having much of a problem with that.

Suddenly you felt the sharp nails of his suit making contact with your shoulder and you yelled out in pain. He kicked you, sending you flying back. You looked in his direction and saw that his claws were inches away from Bucky's face. Bucky was using all of his strength on keeping the claws away.

Suddenly shots were fired again and you took cover and watched the man in the suit just look towards the source of the bullets. The armor was bulletproof which made you even more intimidated.

Bucky took his chance to kick the man down while he was distracted by the bullets. You ran up to them with your backpacks and handed Bucky the one belonging to him before the two of you neared the edge of the roof.

Bucky placed a hand beneath your knees and pulled you up, holding you in his arms as he jumped down from the roof, landing safely on the ground. He placed you down and the two of you began running.

As you were running along a street, Bucky pulled you back and jumped off a bridge to the tunnel below it. You yelped but recovered quickly, you didn't have much of a choice.

You ran along the cars, trying to pick up the pace the best you could. The man that you encountered on the rooftop was still behind you. Your legs were burning but you couldn't stop. You didn't have the choice to do so. You had to run.

Bucky seemed to notice you getting exhausted and he looked around, seeing a motorcycle coming straight ahead. He grabbed it, pushing the person off of the vehicle and turned it around in the air. You jumped on the motorcycle as it landed and Bucky took off, driving as fast as possible.

You looked behind you, seeing the man in the black cat suit jumping over a car and you turned back to Bucky, tapping his shoulders. Just as you were about to tell him to go faster the man jumped towards you. Bucky grabbed him by the throat and the man twisted his body so he could swing to the other side, making the motorcycle tilt, almost making the side collide with the ground but Bucky held his metal hand against the asphalt, keeping the motorcycle going.

The man jumped towards you again but you kicked him, sending him back. Bucky then lifted the motorcycle up and continued his way.

Bucky reached the end of the tunnel and threw a bomb in the air. You looked in confusion as the bomb stuck to the roof and you turned to Bucky again. "Where the hell did you get that?"

The bomb exploded and just as you were about to sigh in relief because you successfully avoided getting caught you felt sharp nails sticking into your back and you cried out in pain, making Bucky lose focus and turn to you. The man's claws then sunk into the wheel in the back and the motorcycle fell, making all three of you roll on the ground.

Just as the black suited man was about to attack Bucky again, Steve came out of nowhere and pushed him to the ground.

Bucky pushed himself off of the ground and went over to you, placing his hand on your cheek. You slowly opened your eyes while breathing heavily. "Are you okay?" He asked with worry.

You shook your head as you sat up, crying out in pain as you lifted your wounded back off of the ground. Bucky took a look at the wounds and grimaced. "We need to get those cleaned." He said and placed his hand on your back, making you wince. "Sorry." He apologized quietly.

You held onto him, feeling your legs give up on you from all the running. "I don't think I can run anymore." You told him truthfully, feeling slightly ashamed. "I'm so tired." You whispered, feeling your eyes closing.

Bucky placed his arm under your knees and another behind your back but before he could lift you up, he started hearing sirens all around and stayed in place.

You heard the sirens as well and lifted your head, looking up at Bucky who was looking terrified. You sat up and got on your feet, Bucky following your actions. Soon a lot of people were surrounding you and pointing their guns at you. You cursed under your breath and lifted your hands up in surrender.

You looked at the man in the bullet proof suit that was chasing you only a minute ago and saw that he was taking his mask off. You recognized him to be T'Challa. "You've got to be kidding me." You muttered under your breath, not loud enough for anyone else to hear. You had heard his father, who also happened to be the king of Wakanda, had died in Vienna. T'Challa was clearly hungry for revenge. From the way he was looking at Bucky you could tell that the cat wouldn't keep his claws to himself for long.

You then looked to Steve who was looking at T'Challa in confusion as a few men came behind him and tied his hands behind his back.

Suddenly someone grabbed your hands as well and yanked them behind you, cuffing them.

"Don't touch her." Bucky growled and took a step towards you but his hands were yanked back as well. He started to pull away and succeeded only to have more people pointing their guns at him.

You turned towards Bucky and looked him straight in the eye. "It's okay, just calm down." You said, not wanting him to get in more trouble.

"She's not a part of this let her go!" He fought back, ignoring what you said.

"Bucky." You said through gritted teeth. "Calm. Down."

Bucky tried to wriggle away which made the person holding his hands kick the back of his knees, making him fall on the ground. You knew he was holding back a little because he could have easily taken the guy down.

"Bucky, it's all going to be okay, you hear me?" I say as he looks up at me. "I just need you to calm down."

Bucky saw the pleading look in your eyes and decided to do as he was told and calm down.

The person holding you started to take you away, leading you to one of the cars.

"Don't hurt her!" You heard Bucky yell out.

"Bucky!" You turned your head to scold him, sending him a warning look.

Bucky only looked at you back with sad eyes. As the person holding you opened the car door and shoved you in, you saw Bucky mouthing, "I'm sorry."

You just shrugged. "Not your fault." You mouth back, seeing his gaze advert to the ground. You watched the car door shut and lock and you laid your head on the backrest, muttering under your breath, frustrated and angry from getting caught.

You turned your head and looked at Bucky through the window, seeing him looking back at you as he was guided the other way. The fearful look in his eyes broke your heart. You let out a sigh and rested your head back again, hoping everything will turn out alright.

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