#I keep laughing at the shadow one because I'm imaging it being yelled in his voice

[sea-angel-silver]

I was talking to a friend about Sonic and I mentioned that Sonic gave me Aro Ace vibes, and then I was struck with the idea to make this image.

I then got possessed to make one for Shadow so you could have a matching set. :3

(credit to sonysakura who compiled the Sonic Adventure 2 images recap images all in one convenient post)

[uglypastels]

I reaaalllyyyy love your writing and I was wondering if i could request a OPLA Buggy x reader story? I don't know if you do male readers too, if you do then I'd appreciate it. If not you can do it with a female or gn reader <33 if you want to write it at all of course!!

Reader is a feared pirate captain and is very known amongst the seas. He kinda has a thing for Buggy and everyone knows it. That's why for the most part the clown can do whatever he wants. The two of them engage in constant flirting and playful banter, annoying each other when they cross paths at sea and reader decides that it is a good day to pretend like he’s attacking Buggy’s ship just to pay him a visit.

When Buggy kidnapped Ruffy and his crew, reader was also in town and had been watching the whole scene unbeknownst to Buggy. He only wanted to make sure that everything is alright but ended up staying, just to watch him for some more time.

After the strawhats left and Buggy had put himself back together, his coat and hat were still lying around. So, reader put it on quietly, keeping the hat in his hands something he’d do often just to piss him off and partly because he liked the smell of the coat. Finally Buggy noticed him and firstly thought he’d be one of his crew mates. He starts to tell him to get out of his light but when he hears readers voice he freezes. Reader makes some flirty comment but Buggy is already pissed off and attacks him. (Not in a harmful way, more like play fighting. He really is pissed but wouldn’t hurt reader in a serious way) reader plays along and keeps a smirk on his face till Buggy pins him on the ground. They flirtfight a bit more and then reader could cheer him up/ tend his wounds from the fight with the strawhats. Fluffy content ☁️☁️

I’m sorry that this Is so long you can change the details if you don’t like it 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

no, but i actually love love love this whole idea. I'm not too experienced writing with male readers, so it might come out a bit gender-neutral, so you can read it as anything <3 hope you enjoy it!

warning: violence, violent thoughts, mention of [in-show] torture, flirting. slight choking. all in good fun. "sweetheart" nickname.

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You would have imagined he would see you sitting in the audience. Clapping just a bit louder than the rest, cheering and laughing that much more. Enjoying the spectacle that played out in front of you.

God, he really knows how to put on a show. Who else would come up with such brilliant torture tactics but the Genius Jester himself? The quartering had been a magnificent event to watch, not to mention the Tank of Doom.

He had been doing so well, but of course, those Strawhat idiots had to barge in and ruin everything. You wished you could have helped him, but you knew better than to intervene in Buggy's productions. He would have never forgiven you if you came in unannounced on the stage.

So, you patiently watched until the end, slipping behind the curtains as those bratty bastards continued on ruining your dearest Clown's empire, the only thing to bring you peace being the image of one day getting your and Buggy's revenge, presenting their heads on platters.

You waited in the dark corner for the Big Top to empty, and for Buggy to make his next entrance. Knowing the Clown, he would have bitten your hand off if you offered him your help with the crates in which his body parts were locked, so you held yourself back from revealing your presence until he was nearly done.

Then, you appeared out of the shadows. It had not been your intention to step right into the light coming from the tent's entryway, casting darkness over him.

'Get out of my LIGHT!' he yelled, mindlessly throwing back one of his trusty daggers. Despite him having had no insight into your position, the blade still managed to land right between your feet.

'Now, now, Bug,' you smiled, taking a few slow steps forward. 'Is that the way to greet an old friend?'

At the sound of your voice, Buggy's head jerked back, eyes wide open in surprise, but moments later, you saw the corners of the end of the red facepaint stretch wider into a hesitant smile as he thought his body for composure.

'You?' He cleared his throat. 'What are you doing here?'

'Heard the circus was in town. Thought I'd catch a show.'

'Well, the show's on hiatus. Sorry, you came all the way here for nothing, sweetheart.' He went back to the barrels and chests in search of his leg, but he shot back up in your direction at your next words:

'Oh, don't worry, Lightbug, I got here just in time for the last one.'

'You saw all that?' As Buggy looked at you this time, his eyes travelled over your entire body, keeping his gaze down to avoid your own compassionate stare.

'I'm afraid I did.'

Something in Buggy's face twitched before he smashed open one of the last closed cases that stood around him. The last parts of him shot up into the sky and connected back to the rest of his body, which he ensured with a small shake. Remaining painfully silent, he gave you another glance, finally noticing the piece of clothing you had picked up during your wait for his arrival.

'That's my jacket,' he stated.

'I know,' you smoothed out the sleeves, 'Always thought it looked so good, I couldn't help myself but try it on when the opportunity presented itself... What do you think?' You looked up expectantly, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of the pirate, but he just gave you another multifaceted look before turning away.

'I'm not in the mood for games.'

'Well, good we're not playing, then.' You tried to step forward to catch up to Buggy, but before you had the chance to reach him, something around him moved, and the next thing you knew, he had his hand around your throat.

'Then what,' he finally turned to face you, eyes bright and large with anger, 'the hell are you doing here?!'

The grip of his fingers was stern, filled with his emotions, but still full of that gentleness you knew he only carried around for you. As he kept his hold on your neck, you couldn't speak up, and so just let him come back up to you. Closer and closer until your faces were nearly against one another. With his smell of tobacco and cotton candy filling your senses, you inhaled deeply as Buggy released his hold on you.

'You know exactly why I'm here, Buggy.'

The cracks of emotions were showing through his makeup as the muscles in his face quivered. Not another word was spoken, as the words you spoke were all that needed to be said.

There was another beat of silence as the years of memories, the good as well as the bad ones, came over the two of you like a flood. Then, breaking down the final pieces of the dam, letting it all truly flush you over, Buggy grabbed you closer, closing that final space between you, pressing his lips against yours.

Just like he used to.

Just like you never thought he would again.

the end.

thank you for reading!! if you enjoyed, please comment and reblog with your thoughts. i'd love to hear them as it truly helps with writing motivation and inspiration.

[aprillikesthings]

Note, I hit the image limit AGAIN before the end of the episode

"I don't see why you keep bringing it up" (this is Shadow Weaver speaking)

I really have to suppress the urge to type "girl shut the fuck up" after every line of her dialogue pfft

AGAIN REMINDED OF MY DAD LOL "I apologized, so you're not allowed to be angry anymore" (he didn't say those exact words but it was definitely implied, and that's when I cut off contact)

Castaspella: "You roped my brother into your twisted dark magic when he was only a child. You could've killed him." Shadow Weaver: "It would've worked had he not broken the connection. Micah was an exceptional sorcerer, even then. It's a shame it didn't run in the family."

For real tho is Shadow Weaver just determined to make everyone hate her or what

Poor Swift Wind is super unhappy to be near so many clones/Horde Prime and is like "no tech is worth you getting captured by Prime!!"

Entrapta: "it's not about the tech, it's about our chipped friends!"

Swift Wind is so worried about her

well fuck

lol Entrapta's little "uh ohhhhhhh"

lol I paused it and started giggling HYSTERICALLY bc I remember this part

it's too fast to get decent screenshots, but flames suddenly encircle Adora, Catra yells out a panicked "ADORA" and just jumps in and grabs her and pulls them both out.

AHHHHHHHH oh my god

And Catra looks down and smiles, but then--

help I can't stop giggling

look at them just flirting right in front of everyone aaahahaha

Adora snort-laughs and it's so cute i can't

Castaspella also thinks they're cute

Castaspella is visibly trying not to laugh, oh my godddd

And as Adora stops laughing in a quiet voice (which nonetheless makes it into the captions) she says "oh, that's good"

Anyway apparently not all the fire is real so Catra didn't actually need to do that 🎵but she di-id🎵

BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP

I'LL SET YOU ON FIRE >:(

Adora: "It's none of your business." Shadow Weaver: "But it is. If your emotions are blocking you from becoming She-Ra, it's all of Etheria's business."

AUGH and of course that's exactly how to get to Adora--imply her actions will hurt a bunch of other people--and Shadow Weaver KNOWS this

"How long has it been since you were able to transform?" Adora (starts to cry): "It's been happening ever since the Fright Zone. What if...? What if I'm losing her?" Shadow Weaver: "She-Ra is a being of pure magic. To unleash her full strength, you must be focused, clearheaded. But you are letting your emotions pull you in too many directions."

What I'm not sure Shadow Weaver knows is that when she was first able to become She-Ra without the sword it was because she was terrified Catra was dead and furious at the people who hurt her!! Shadow Weaver is pulling some Light Hope "you don't need attachments" bullshit but Catra's the REASON she can still be She-Ra

but also she's always disliked Catra, like that's not a secret

Man I am not sure if I've ever hated this bitch more than I do right now. fucking STOP TOUCHING HER

"Haven't you hurt each other enough? If you care about her, focus on protecting her."

"And if She-Ra can't stop Prime, then we are all doomed."

SHUT UPPPPP oh my GOD I mean ugh she's the one who first convinced Adora that she was worthless unless she worked herself to death for the approval of other people so I dunno why I'm surprised she's pulling this shit NOW

But at least Adora yanks herself away from Shadow Weaver

Adora: "I will stop Prime. No matter what."

and it turns out Catra was eavesdropping this entire time. don't like that at all. (aw shit I remember a thing coming up, fuuuuck)

omg right after this he's like, "Why do I know your face?" And Entrapta does the most heart-breaking little "...Hordak?"

"Don't say that name to me. I have no name." But he turns around and he's still got the little gem in his pocket that she made for him ;_;

Hordak: "What have you done to me?"

I didn't mean to get her eyes half-closed but

Entrapta: "You do remember me. I knew you would."

but yeah Swift Wind literally grabs her overalls in his mouth and drags her away

Hordak: "Go. Maybe then these memories, these imperfections, will leave me." Entrapta: "Remember:"

awww

what you don't know a failsafe when you see one? lol

(did anyone else have to google the definition of failsafe bc I wasn't sure I remembered what it actually means, normally, as a word.)

Bow: "It's bigger than I thought it'd be. How are we gonna get that to the Heart?" Shadow Weaver: "The Failsafe is a code. It's stored inside of the Crystal."

(no, it's a tattoo a ton of lesbians and other sapphics end up getting lol)(also I ordered two shiny stickers of it a few days ago, one for my laptop and one for my paper journal)

Adora: "so...how do we..." Shadow Weaver: "It needs a password."

And again Shadow Weaver just fucking grabs Adora and puts her hand on it. Instead of ASKING HER to touch it like a normal, non-weirdo person.

Shadow Weaver: "I think you know what [the password] is"

Is she, y'know. A "friend of Mara"?

The crystals kind of move away from each other and are covered in First Ones writing. Glimmer asks what it says.

I feel like that could've been worded more poetically but it does get the point across lol

"and carried to the Heart of Etheria in their body in order to be deployed." oh, god

Bow is the voice of reason here: "Are we sure that's safe?"

There's a ton of electricity sparking in there, but Adora just starts resolutely walking towards it. And Catra runs towards her. ;_;

Shit, look at Shadow Weaver's hand. She's pissed.

"Someone must take the Failsafe."

Catra: "So, you do it, then. I've been watching you the whole way in."

LOL I HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT AGAIN oh my god okay

can I finish this before I gotta get ready and leave for the Maundy Thursday service let's find out lol

(Edit: Nope.)

THREE MORE EPISODES LEFT

*cries*

s5 ep11 Failsafe

someone hold me

I have to actively suppress the urge to read the synopses of the episodes at this point

oh also lol this is just funny to me, I saw a post Elsewhere Online where someone watched all of spop the first time and they HATED the dumb names everyone has, and I think they mentioned Castaspella specifically.

And like FIFTY PEOPLE responded with "dude they had to use the original names from the 1980's series" and I was the only one there old enough to have watched the original series and I had to point out: the original series was made to sell toys. The vast majority of cartoons in 1985 were only made to sell toys. They gave everyone those dumbass names because it was easy for kids to remember and beg for the toys."

That's also why all the female characters in the original series have the exact same body type. Yeah the body shape itself was due to 1980's-era sexism, but also? It was so much cheaper to animate the show AND make the toys that way!

But also, it's hella ironic to me that the 2018 show has so little official merch!

And now, back to crying over cartoon lesbians:

good question

ugh I hate her

Shadow Weaver: "While you were traipsing around in space,"

OH MY GOD they were saving a few people's LIVES and it was kind of IMPORTANT but WHATEVER

"--some of us have been working to stop the Heart of Etheria from falling into Prime's hands. And we discovered the same thing you did. Rumors of a Failsafe that will break the restraints the First Ones built and set the stolen magic free." Glimmer: "Are you kidding? After everything that happened last time, you're still going after the Heart of Etheria? And you're helping her?" Castaspella: "We're trying to free the magic for all of Etheria so we can be strong enough to fight Prime. I'm doing this for your father and for you. Shadow Weaver is the lesser of two evils."

I love that she says this right in front of Shadow Weaver. Like "girl I hate her too"

nice

okay ngl I have mixed feelings about this one because unfortunately she's not entirely wrong here but also, shut the fuck up

(something something people are responsible for their own actions but also she wouldn't have done all that godawful shit if Shadow Weaver hadn't been such a shitty parent)

but yeah Catra gets up like she's about to fucking throw some hands and Adora's like It's okay bb

;_;

but also they do need the information Shadow Weaver and Castaspella have

so it turns out Mystacor was built on top of a First Ones' citadel? huh

Castaspella: "Beneath Mystacor, there are many secret tunnels and rooms, forgotten and sealed off. No one has been able to access them in centuries, but there are whispers of what they contain." Shadow Weaver: "An artifact known as the Crystal of Arxia, hidden there by a group of traitorous First Ones." Castaspella: "You said I could do it!"

lol they bicker like old marrieds

Adora: "If you figured it out on your own, why come back here? Why do you need us at all?" Shadow Weaver: "Because Mystacor is controlled by Micah, who, you may recall, is controlled by Horde Prime."

they've been TRYING

"If he seizes the Heart, it will all be over."

Stop toUCHING HER

oh god Adora turns around to ask Catra to help out--and she's gone

YOU'RE THE REASON SHE'S FUCKING "SULKING" and you fucking know it, why are abusers always so god damned surprised to find out their kids don't want to be anywhere near them

(I mean I know why, they think they should be able to control you forever)

aaahahaha Adora's just like Nah I'mma go look for her tho

anyway roll intro!

omg look at Netossa and Spinny on the bottom left awwwww

she looks so sad

well okay sad and angry

their conversation here is so good, because Catra's fully aware of why Adora's doing this, but is really struggling to push past how much she (justifiably!) hates Shadow Weaver and hates being around her

I actually do kinda wish I'd kept a list of all the times Adora does the self-sacrificial thing, separated into "someone asked her to do it" vs "nobody asked her to do it" lol

BUT ADORA EXPRESSES A NEED oh nice that's progress

Adora: "Hey, she can't do anything to us anymore. Please, come. We--I-could really use your help."

two things I really love about this: One, she doesn't say that she doesn't like Adora, just that it's not the reason she's going. Two, I feel like Adora knows damn well Catra's not being 100% honest here.

Like, to some extent Catra's saying this as a way of attempting to protect herself a little. She's taking baby steps towards vulnerability, and it's terrifying! And I think Adora can see that and is fine with it--not JUST because she's like "any crumbs are better than nothing" but ALSO because she doesn't want to push Catra.

Because yeah, if there was any actual doubt that Catra does like Adora--

WELL.

Entrapta was able to get Spinerella's chip out but says it had started fusing with her nervous system and they're running out of time to safely un-chip everyone.

But she's been digging around the network that connects all the chips to Prime, hoping to figure out how to disconnect everyone at once, and Bow gives her a little encouragement, it's really sweet.

OKAY so everyone who can, teleports to Mystacor with Melog making them invisible. (Apparently Catra doesn't get motion sick from it anymore which is nice lol)

I love the way they animated them being invisible

oh GOD okay

Catra turns around and says "looks like there's no sorcerers here" while, unfortunately, a sorcerer walks into the room. Shadow Weaver grabs Catra and puts her hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, and Catra (understandably!! but unfortunately!!) jerks away in fury and yells

And her fury causes Melog to drop the invisibility

And now the chipped sorcerer knows they're all there

they manage to duck the attack but Adora goes to transform into She-Ra--and can't do it

she had this issue last episode aaaugh it's not from being near Shadow Weaver she wasn't there

okay but also Adora runs behind a pillar to hide from an attack with Catra and it's cute

girl help why is this giving me so many emotions

y'know it's funny how often I've bumped into posts of people who are confused as to why Adora starts trusting Catra again so quickly, and I frequently wonder if they forget all the childhood flashback scenes of these two. To varying extents they both spent their entire childhoods seeing the other as their only consistent source of comfort and (something resembling) safety, and with some notable exceptions Adora's spent the last four seasons (which was like three or four years) visibly holding out hope that one day she could trust Catra again. This despite the fact that she now has other sources of safety and comfort and love!!! Being with Glimmer and Bow and everyone else was healing, sure; but it never erased her grief over losing Catra. She always, always held out the tiniest flame of hope that Catra would change sides.

And Catra basically tried lighting her own grief on fire (metaphorically and kinda literally) over and over and it just didn't go away, and I feel like when she saved Glimmer and apologized to Adora she had sort of come to terms with the fact that her grief over losing Adora couldn't be burned away, but of course by then she figured she'd fucked up so bad Adora would never forgive her or trust her again. And rather than take it out on other people or suffer any longer she was willing to just die, instead. She really did think that sending Glimmer to Adora was going to be her last act, and she wanted Adora to know she was sorry before she fucking DIED. And I don't think her saving Glimmer was consciously meant to be proof that she meant her apology, but it was. And that's part of why Adora trusts her again.

The fact is, even after everything that happened, both of them had a hole in their hearts shaped like the other. ;_;

And that's why Adora runs and hides behind the same pillar as Catra. (I mean yes, it was also closer, but that's not tHE POINT)

Anyway, this is all why, as I previously noted, Adora's not being pushy. That failed on her, spectacularly; the couple of times she tried it. Asking Catra to come along on this mission is the closest she's come. And even then, it wasn't "you're a good person deep down and you should change sides because I think I know you better than you know yourself," It was "please do this for me, because I need your help." And Catra is fully aware of how hard that is for Adora.

And these two still have a lot to work out post-canon (like, Catra has still got to deal with her need to not just be seen as Adora's sidekick/shadow, and lbh right now some of the rebellion is like "we're only putting up with you for Adora's sake" as if Catra was Yoko Ono) but that's part of why I'm writing a fic lolol

I have so many feelingssss on a related note I spent like fifteen solid minutes last night in bed having taken an edible and listening to my playlist and staring at this gifset lolol

ANYWAY Castaspella knocks out the chipped dude and they run for it

AAAND lol I gotta get ready to go to church. There's still 17:30 left on this episode. Pfft.

BACK FROM CHURCH I washed someone's feet, they washed mine, they stripped the altar, I go back at one or two in the morning for the overnight vigil

In the meantime: gonna finish this episode

(what is my life sometimes)

Entrapta plans to find a bunch of clones so she can figure out how their signals to Horde Prime work. Swift Wind is like Ugh, fine, I'll go with you, someone's gotta save your ass

Entrapta: "Thanks, bird horse!"

lol how many times have they had that convo

A family can be a sorcerer and her evil ex, a girl and a boy, two traumatized lesbians, and a cat

But also it looks like something out of an episode of Scooby Doo

Shadow Weaver opens a magic door

ngl that's PRETTY. like it's obviously about the Heart of Etheria but wow!

(and there's a dinosaur???)

Adora notices how stressed out Catra is and says "It'll be okay...Trust me." ;_;

Shadow Weaver: "There's no time to waste!"

"...disturbance."

The disturbance was your fault, dumbass. I am reminded of all the times my dad got angry at us for being afraid of him. And would hit us. For being. Afraid of him. Because y'know. That's how you stop a kid from being afraid of you. By hitting them.

In any case Shadow Weaver is still trying to get between them and separate them and I just really need this bitch to stop.

(Yes yes I remember she dies later)

Castaspella: "We're on the right path. The Crystal of Arxia was rumored to be the key to reaching deep magic within Etheria."

"But those who hungered for more power have long sought other ways to obtain the deep magic...with disastrous results."

HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT lemme reblog

[rubysunnday]

bloody hands | k.b

A/N: this is my first time writing for ye old kazzle dazzle and i'm terrified, lol (i'm also shit at summaries)

Summary: Kaz never feels the need to explain his entire plan. He knows that, whatever happens, it will inevitably go according to plan. But when his plan goes wrong and Y/N is injured, Kaz is suddenly forced to comprehend with the skeletally hand of death once again.

"So, was the gunfire part of the original plan?"

Kaz shoot Y/N a withering look - one that would have anyone in their right mind turning around and running. Y/N just beamed at him.

"No, it wasn't," Kaz replied, glowering at her. "Jesper shouldn't have started so early."

"He's on time," Y/N reminded him.

"For Jesper that's early."

"True."

Y/N and Kaz ducked back behind the wall as bullets whizzed past them smashing into the houses behind them.

"So, we are being fired at because you couldn't be bothered to explain the full plan," Y/N said, trying not to glare at Kaz.

"No, we're being fired at because Jesper's timing is horrendous," Kaz snapped.

Jesper, as if summoned, suddenly appeared at Y/N's side, sliding to a stop on the slippery cobbles. "Right, that's that, then."

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "What -"

She was cut off being a tremendous explosion from inside the warehouse they'd all just being chased out off. Smoke billowed into the air and flames rolled up into the sky. The men who had been firing at them all exclaimed and ran off to the warehouse, leaving the alley empty.

"Well, you could have done that sooner, Jes," Y/N muttered stepping out from behind the wall.

"Well, of course, but then what's the point, love?" Jesper asked, winking at her,

Y/N began to laugh but was cut off as a more gunshots echoed through the street. She ducked and Jesper pulled her behind a barrel as he fired back at the lone gunman, hitting him in the shoulder as he ran off.

"You alright?" Jesper asked, panting. He glanced at Y/N who was nodding, albeit shakily.

"I'm fine," she said, peeking her head over the top of the barrel and slowly standing up. "Nearly died, but I'm fine."

"You didn't nearly die," Kaz drawled, walking over to them.

"We all nearly died, Kaz, all because you can't explain any plan in full detail!" Y/N yelled. "Inej almost got stabbed!"

"But she didn't," Kaz replied, glancing up at the roofs where Inej was inevitably haunting.

Y/N glanced over at Kaz and let out an exasperated sigh. "Would it kill you to actually explain a plan in whole? It would make our lives so - ah."

She cut herself off with a gasp of pain. Y/N lost her footing as she stumbled forward. and Jesper grabbed her, wrapping one hand around her waist, the other snaking around to rest on her back.

"Hey, you ok?" Jesper asked, his dark eyes full of concern as he supported almost the full weight of Y/N.

Y/N glanced down at her side and noticed a dark patch spreading from just under her right breast, staining her waistcoat. She raised a shaking hand to the blood stain and let out a surprised gasp as her hand came away wet with blood.

"Oh."

The sight of the blood on her hand seemed to push her over the edge and Jesper exclaimed as her legs buckled. His grip tightened as he caught her and gently lowered her to the cobbled street, kneeling down with Y/N and putting her head in his lap.

"Inej!" Jesper yelled, unable to see where the Suli girl had vanished too.

Kaz stared as blood dripped onto the cobble stones. His mind was still watching Y/N yell at him for being him. It wasn't meant to happen like this. His grip on the crow's head of his cane was almost crushing and he could feel the tiny, delicate beak cutting into his hand through his gloves.

Y/N was dying because of him.

If he'd told them what his actual plan was or if he'd just told her.

Y/N's hand was pressing against her right side, Jesper's hand covering hers as he helped put pressure on her side. The blood was seeping over both of their hands, staining them red.

Inej suddenly appeared out of the shadows, hurrying over to Y/N's side in silence. She unwrapped her scarf from around her head and began wapping it around Y/N's side as Jesper moved Y/N's shaking hand away from the wound. Jesper carefully lifted Y/N up as Inej meticulously wrapped it around, trying to slow the bleeding.

"We need Nina," Inej said aloud as she tied her scarf in a knot, securing it around Y/N's side. She looked expectantly over at Kaz.

Kaz was clenching his jaw tightly. He forced himself to swallow the fear and the mental image of Y/N lying next to Jordie on the Reaper's barge. "She's at the White Rose. Bring her to the Slat."

Inej nodded. She cast Y/N a worried glance before she climbed up a drainpipe and vanished into the clouds, leaving no sign she'd ever been there except the now bloody scarf around Y/N's side.

"Jesper, your face looks weird without a smile on it," Y/N said softly, her left hand finding his, their fingers entwining.

Jesper forced himself to smile down at her. He smoothed back her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Sorry, love."

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut and Jesper moved his bloody hands to either side of her pale face, shaking her as gently as he could.

"Hey, hey, stay with me, love," Jesper said, not so gently, as he tried to keep her conscious.

Y/N blinked her eyes open and looked up at Jesper, the world spinning around her, the buildings around them looking even drunker than usual. "Hey."

"Hey, beautiful," Jesper replied, stroking her cheek with his thumb, both of them choosing to ignore the fact that Y/N's blood was all over Jesper's hands and was now on her face.

Kaz felt a pang of jealously rush through him. Jesper could comfort her and carry her to safety. Inej could hold her hand and hug her. Nina could heal her and touch her without feeling like she was about to pass out.

Kaz wanted to run to Y/N. He wanted to kneel down next to her and hold her hand. But he couldn't. He physically could not force himself to.

As he stared at her, at the woman he'd taken for granted for so long, he just saw her dead, lying on the street like Jordie had. The nightmare spiralled from there as he remembered the Reaper's Barge, the cold, bloated body of his brother. The hands. Drowning in a sea of rotten bodies.

No.

Y/N wasn't dead. She was still alive. She was still awake and wasn't dead.

A small voice inside him added the word yet to the end of his sentence but he refused to listen to it.

"Jesper," Kaz said, his voice rougher and croakier then usual. "We need to move her to the Slat."

Jesper recognised the pain and unfiltered emotion on Kaz's face. It wasn't normal to see his boss so openly show emotion but when Y/N was involved, Kaz was an unknown entity.

The man would never admit to himself that he had feelings for her. Kaz was in denial. He refused to acknowledge the emotions inside him. But he'd taken Y/N for granted. He just assumed she would always be on his left side, walking just behind him.

"Ready?"

Jesper's voice snapped Kaz back to the street and he looked at Y/N, her skin pale and sweaty, her hands shaking. Kaz nodded, gripping his cane tightly.

"Right, love, your knight in shining armour has arrived," Jesper said, a teasing tone to his words that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Y/N chuckled softly as Jesper moved to her side, his arms going under her legs and then around her back. Y/N let out a groan of pain and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as he lifted her up. She dropped her head onto his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from him, the soft material of his coat rubbing against her face.

Kaz's cane clicking against the cobbles was the sound Y/N focused on as Jesper carried her towards the Slat. She wanted to fall asleep, to just close her eyes and burrow into Jesper's jacket for warmth. But Kaz's cane kept clicking and Y/N focused on it, the sound alone reassuring her of his presence.

"Hey, don't doze off on me," Jesper said, glancing down at Y/N as her eyes shut.

"I"m not," Y/N said softly, her eyes opening sluggishly and looking up at Jesper as she re-wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm not."

Jesper squeezed her leg as he noticed her eyes droop slightly, her head dropping back against his shoulder. "No sleeping on the job, Y/N, Kaz will have your head."

Y/N's laugh was weaker and Kaz felt a pang of pain in his chest as he looked over at her. She was dying. She couldn't be dying. But she was dying.

Kaz forced himself to reply, playing along in an attempt to keep Y/N awake. "You fell asleep on a job once, Jesper, and yet you're still here. Unfortunately."

Jesper let out a bark of laughter and Kaz caught Y/N smiling, albeit small. Good.

"We're nearly there, love," Jesper said quietly, spotting the towering, drunkenly slumped shack that was the Slat.

Y/N hummed a response but the blood loss was beginning to hit her. Her sight was speckled by black dots and her ears were filled with a high pitched ringing.

Jesper glanced down at her, noticing her silence ."Y/N, hey, stay with me, darling, we're almost there."

Y/N wanted to reply. She wanted to reassure Jesper, because she could hear the thinly disguised panic in his voice, that she was still with him but she was so tired and her eyes weren't letting her stay awake.

The urge to sleep won over her need to reassure Jesper and her eyes rolled backwards. Jesper felt Y/N's arms slip from around his neck, limply hanging to the sides, as she lost consciousness and felt panic grip his entire being.

Kaz slammed open the door to the Slat and the Dregs loitering around looked up, hands flying to weapons.

"Nina!" Kaz yelled, his voice doing a fairly good job at hiding his fear, his worry, the panic that Y/N was dying.

Nina rushed out the side room and met them halfway across the room, eyes running over Y/N, the blood seeping through Inej's scarf, the blood on Jesper's hands, on Y/N's hands.

"Quickly," she said, ushering Jesper into the room.

There was a table set in the middle of the room and dozens of candles had been lit to provide enough light in the dark room. A large, heavy oak chest of drawers was shoved up against the window and Inej was hovering against the far wall, her eyes locking onto Y/N's body as soon as Jesper carried her into the room.

"On the table, Jesper," Nina ordered, opening a drawer, numerous bottles clinking as she rummaged around.

Jesper gently set Y/N down on the table, carefully laying her down and moving her arms to rest on the wood. He took his jacket off and bundled it up, lifting Y/N's head up and setting the material underneath her head.

Kaz stood in the doorway, hands tightly wrapped around his cane, the metal beginning to cut through his gloves and into his hands. In any of building, in any other city in the world, he would've looked like an omen of death.

He forced himself to stare at Y/N as Jesper helped Nina unwrap Inej's scarf from around Y/N's side.

Kaz shuddered as his mind shoved Jordie to the front, the feeling of his brother's cold, bloated skin against his, drowning him. He was drowning in Jordie; in Y/N dying on the table in front of him.

Nina was muttering to herself as she worked, one hand around Y/N's wrist, the other holding a pile of gauze to her side. Kaz watched her intently and could see her counting Y/N's heartbeat as she tried to stop the bleeding.

Which is why, because Kaz was watching Nina with such intensity, that when Nina paused her muttering and looked down at Y/N, her eyes slowly widening, did Kaz feel his own heart shudder and almost stop.

Nina let go of Y/N's wrist, dropping her hand onto the table. She brought her hands together, her first two fingers overlapping each other, and then brought them down onto Y/N's chest.

It was as if Kaz could hear Y/N's heart slowing down and not speeding up. He watched as Nina repeated her movements, determination and panic and fear written on her face as her eyes welled up.

Kaz swallowed and felt the ocean overwhelming him again. He saw Y/N staring back at him, lifeless and dead just like Jordie. Her beautiful eyes staring emptily back at him, void of life. He'd failed her like he'd failed Jordie. The most important thing in his life was dead.

Inej was frantically praying, clutching her knife, Sankt Alina, tightly. Jesper was still for the first time since he'd carried Y/N in, his eyes red with tears as he stared at Y/N's limp, bloody body.

Kaz took one look at Nina and saw the dwindling hope in her eyes, the tears streaming down her face and turned around, walking out the room, his cane clacking loudly against the floor.

Nina sobbed and repeated her movements one more time, desperately trying to get Y/N's heart to start beating again. She'd saved Matthias in the middle of the ocean, during a hurricane, she could save Y/N.

Nina brought her hands down on to Y/N's chest once more with, perhaps, more force than needed. She kept them there and willed the organ inside her friend to not give up.

To keep going.

Second by second, Nina felt it slowly begin to beat again. Nina kept her hands on Y/N's chest, scared that if she moved even an inch it might stop beating again. Second by second, the colour began to slowly come back into Y/N's skin and Nina sighed, dropping her head in relief.

Inej let out a happy sob and closed her eyes, praying to her Saints once again and thanking them.

"Jesper, come here and wrap her wound, stop making that face, it's a bullet wound, you'll be fine," Nina snapped, glaring at Jesper when he balked at the thought, all thoughts of death and misery gone, their usual banter slowly returning.

Jesper walked around to stand next to Nina and took a clean wad of gauze and drenched it in alcohol. He pulled Y/N's bloody shirt up and gently pressed it to her side. His other hand reached up to Y/N's face and with a clean, damp cloth, he began wiping the dried blood off her skin.

"Oh, Saints, Kaz!" Inej exclaimed suddenly, making Jesper and Nina jump. She flew out the room like a breeze and dashed up the stairs to Kaz's office where he'd inevitably retreated.

Kaz was stood hunched in front of his mirror, his gloves off, his head hung. Inej walked in slowly, making sure to announce her presence by stepping on the creaky floorboard by the door.

"Don't," Kaz said, his voice croaking and Inej realised that he was crying. "Don't say it."

"Kaz," Inej said softly, slowly approaching him.

"No, Inej!" Kaz snapped, whirling around to stare at her. His eyes were red and his hair was a mess and his hands were shaking. "I took her for granted. I never," Kaz took a deep, shaky breath in, "I never told her or even showed her just how much..."

Even now, even when she was dead, he couldn't bring life to the words. They sat dead on his tongue, poisoning him. He hated his brother for making him this way. Hated Ketterdam for being the way it was. He even hated Y/N for being so fucking perfect that he had to fall in love with her. He was a fool so desperately in love that it scared him endlessly.

"Kaz," Inej repeated, slowly, gently, laying a hand on his arm.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up but Inej made sure to place her hand on the part that was still covered. Kaz flinched but didn't tell her to remove her hand or move back.

"Kaz," Inej said again. "Y/N isn't dead. She's alive. Nina brought her back."

Kaz turned his head and locked eyes with Inej. He didn't say anything but Inej understood. She nodded, reassuring him that she was being honest.

Perhaps, if Y/N hadn't been around, they would have fallen in love. Maybe it would be Inej he was crying over. Maybe it would have been Inej lying there, injured. Maybe Kaz would have torn the city apart to find the man who had injured her.

But he had Y/N. She was alive, three flights of stairs below, with Nina and Jesper at her side.

"I'll find him," Inej promised, dropping her hand from Kaz's arm and pulling her hood up.

"Leave some for me," Kaz said lowly, his eyes following Inej to the window. "I feel like ripping an eyeball or two out."

Kaz slowly limped down the stairs to Y/N's bedroom. He could hear numerous voices from inside and hesitated outside the door. Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, heistated.

"Kaz, just come in already!" Nina yelled from within.

Kaz rolled his eyes and opened the door. "Stop spying on me, Zenik."

"It's difficult not to when your heartbeat is so loud," Nina replied, raising her eyebrows knowingly.

Y/N snorted and Kaz looked at her. She was sat on her bed with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Jesper sat next to her, his arm around her shoulders. Y/N was half leaning on Jesper and half on the wall and looked so alive.

Inej had found the man who'd shot her and, together, they'd ripped the man's eyes out, slit his throat and thrown his body onto the Reaper's Barge. It had helped quell the ghosts threatening to haunt him once again but they hadn't truly abated until Kaz had gotten to look at Y/N and see her talk.

Y/N gave him a smile and Kaz nodded back at her, trying to hide his relief at how alive she looked.

She was alive. She wasn't dead. She wasn't Jordie. She wasn't going anywhere. She was still here, with him, in Ketterdam. And he wasn't going to let her go.

"There's blood on your shoes, Kaz," Y/N said, gesturing to his black shoes with her head, her voice almost startling him.

Kaz looked down and eyed the single drop with distaste. So there was. A single drop. All that was left of the man who'd shot her.

Y/N laughed at the look on Kaz's face. "He looks like he just sucked a lemon," she said to Jesper, albeit loud enough for Kaz to hear too.

"No, that's his normal face," Jesper replied, smirking as he winked at Kaz.

Y/N laughed, throwing her head back. Her hair fell over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled in the dim, orange light of her room. Her laugh was like music to him.

And Kaz Brekker realised with a sudden, painful thud that he was completely and utterly besotted with her.

[goditsmeagain]

Eddie the Spy (pt2)

part one

Steve could blame it on the sleep deprivation. He'd been going through the motions, convincing himself he'd been through this before and that this was no different.

Onward, upward, push it down and just go through the motions.

Help the kids, help the town, comfort Robin, encourage them all. Help, comfort, encourage. Help, comfort, encourage.

Don't sleep. Barely eat.

The motions. Steve was going through them.

So, that was it. Sleep deprivation. That was why he didn't see it at first. That was why, when there was a shadowed silhouette by Steve's kitchen window, silent and still as anything, Steve just stared.

It took too long for him to come to his senses. To grapple for his bat, for anything, which ended up being a spatula with a floppy end that the shadow just laughed at after being yelled at to leave.

That the best you can do? Not exactly quaking in my resurrected boots here, Harrington.

For as long as it took him to realise he was in danger, it took no time at all for Steve to drop his useless weapon and stutter a broken, Eddie?

He'd spent so long just getting through the day that he hadn't even let himself feel sad about it. Feel mad about it. Feel anything about it.

Eddie.

Eddie dying.

Dustin, snotty and red with exertion and blood. Fighting the kid to leave the body behind because the world was falling apart and Steve didn't look back over his shoulder, couldn't bear the thought of making that image last so he'd just kept going and going and he was always moving and-

Steve greedily took in all he could and Eddie explained that he couldn't remember anything, just dying then waking up, confused and disoriented.

Eddie's eyes had an odd sort of glow when the light caught them and he came to Steve's because he was the only one without parents home.

Blood soaked his ripped Hellfire t-shirt as Eddie told the tale of his escape from the Upside Down and suggested Steve call the others.

Eddie's grin didn't falter as he waved a hand in front of Steve's face and asked if he was okay.

I am, Steve was vaguely aware of saying, what were you saying?

Oh, Steve. Tired from partying at the end of the world?

The denial was on the tip of Steve's tongue. No, he wanted to say, we've never lost so badly before and I'm afraid that if I go to sleep I'll dream of how I smashed Dustin's already shattered heart with a hammer when we had to leave you behind.

Instead of doing any of that, Steve nodded and stared some more, then shook himself and told Eddie he'd get his walkie.

He just had to keep going.

As Steve headed up the stairs, hand clenching around nothing, and fighting back tears he'd been keeping at bay for days that threatened to crumble his resolve, he didn't see it.

He didn't see Eddie's smile fall like it'd never been there.

He didn't see Eddie watch his back, head tilted, and eyes calculating.

Eddie met his own gaze in the mirror and didn't recognise himself. Not that it mattered.

Eddie Munson died in the Upside Down with only one mourner. The thing that came back rubbed a hand down his cheek and pulled at the skin until it stung.

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

Rainbow After The Storm Andy Biersack X Reader

Word Count: 1,129 

Waning: Angst

What if I told you, life was built to break?

What if I told you "If you love someone, set them free,If they come back they’re yours."

In perfect life; in perfect place.

Every dream was mine to lose,

And that's what it took to lead me back to you.

What had actually happened?

It was all a blur almost the yelling, things being thrown across the room.

Honestly they had both gone through worse.

They felt the others pain on each other's skin.

The way Andy speaks almost breaks Y/N's heart. The sound of shattering glass fills the house,and that’s what makes her eyes widen. 

Y/N’s eyes stare at him she says nothing. She doesn’t have to, her gaze says it all. A thousand words are held in the gaze she bores into him, and Andy knows it, too.

She bites her lip and tighten her grip on the water bottle in her hand. The plastic crunches with the pressure,and she feels hot tears stinging at her eyes. It’s not fair.

Andy's POV…

I knew things were getting rocky between Y/N and I, what would he do to fix this?

My eyes wandered to the horizon the sun was just starting to rise,peeking out from behind white clouds and casting a shadow over the California horizon. 

I took my cigarette butt tossing it in the trash bin inside - and climbed out the window and up to the roof. 

2 ½ hours later...

Y/N entered the kitchen to throw away the trash in her hand just as I was climbing back in through the window.

“Are you sorry?” she asked, I reached for a lighter that had been thrown onto the counter and probably forgotten about for a while, waiting for use. “This keeps happening, Andy, every single time.”

I cringed at that point as I lit up a cigarette holding it between my fingers, speaking while I took a drag.

“But I mean it, I really am sorry! I mean it every time, (Y/N).”

What a damn lie.

“If you meant it, it wouldn’t keep fucking happening.” The words left her mouth in a hiss, I took a step back as she saw my expression shift to frustration.

“Well maybe if you believed me, things would be better. You always just run away to the roof instead of trying to resolve shit, and I’m tired of it!”

Now that pissed me off, with an angry huff I blew smoke from my lungs. “I don’t want to resolve things? Maybe I would if you stopped fucking getting into my shit." I yelled back at

"Maybe if you'd stop drinking so much you'd be a decent damn person Andy." 

The two of us started yelling over each other, blood boiling.

It was the issue, you knew it, and you had been trying so hard to whip the addiction. It was starting to push Y/N's limit with how bad Andy's drinking was turning out to be. 

I winced at the harsh yet true statement, a part of my heart shattered. 

Y/N's POV...

Andy's eyes looked full of pain,hurt,sorrow. They normally had a glint in them when they gazed upon me. A glint so full of love and hope that outdid the average human to even hold such a powerful look it could even murder. No ordinary being deserved to have that power, the kind that sweeps me off my feet and leaves me speechless every damn time.

Everything stood in silence: not a single car dare move along the street, nor  a person speak. It was a delicate silence that if anyone even moved it would shatter and impale either of us -like glass- and it would use the pain as a way to force us to remember how it feels. The silence would hold us down and laugh as it watches us try and scream because it has no remorse for anything or anyone that dares near it. 

Andy broke the silence first  "I'm sorry, my love."

"Don't say that."

Andy broke at this. He needed to say it. To him it was true. Y/N was his love, his life, his world; he meant it with every fibre of his being. Without Y/N , he wouldn't have made it this far so Y/N meant everything to him.

The hole torn open in.Y/N chest feels infinite, as if the vast blackness of space suddenly splits open and begins to suck the sky out. Being married to Andy at first was amazing but during that four years it was at the 3 year mark his drinking began. The fighting was a common occurrence almost daily and the two of us drifted further and further apart. A deep ache and void taking residence where her heart once was. 

Once so  cheery our life together. I miss those days but love and happiness dissolves, print without fixer, a past without present, images faded to shadow. My sadness at what came.across as a sort of betrayal: not mine, the cosmic kind that destines us to be confined to the corridor of our own pain, never glimpsing at each other to notice it.

Vision restricted by the enlarged perimeter of self. Where to begin? How to forge words that join two pasts so fractured within themselves, edges abutting? 

What do about our marriage? Where do.we began? Tears now dropping despite I was trying.so hard not to cry again. So much of forg3 boils down to fear. Not one of the seven deadly sins, but surely the most potent of mine. Fear of not knowing if we can get back to the way we once were. Fear of not knowing if we can get back to being so much in love as if nothing had made the impact it had. Self-centeredness and even feeling unsure.

I look right at Andy. You’re not so different. We all have pain.

Yes, Y/N, we do. He responded and for the first time in a long time calm. No yelling, no arguing,.no.glass shattering.

Suffering. Struggle. Separately shared. Little resolutions, he says. Little reconciliations. What you would call the spark of the divine. That’s what I think we get here, in this life, on earth. I reach out my hand, resting it on Andy's shoulder. We both lean toward each other and with a strong yet firm movement he pulls me.close to him. With effort, I meet his eyes not surprisingly we feel in love all over again as if we had never stopped. "I love you Andy Biersack today, tomorrow and forever even when I die I'll never stop."  "Neither will I baby girl…. neither will I." 

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader and Sam x Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.

Chapter 24

Brooklyn, NY 1946

It's been 3 years since I last saw James and Stevie. Only a year since the two of them became national heroes for dying. Both of them. Those stupid idiots. I had tried to keep going on after hearing about their deaths but everything just became so much harder. I'm still working at the hospital almost every day. I had to do something with my time. My Pa had started to chide me about not being married yet. I'm only 26 years old. I never wanted any other man but James. Any other man would try to make me everything I'm not.

I said goodnight to the nurses as I left the hospital. I had worked a shift and a half today. I'm exhausted and just want to go to bed. I held my bag tightly as I hid my hand holding my small knife inside the bag. Brooklyn wasn't the safest place especially at night. Luckily I only had a few blocks to walk. I hummed to myself as I tried to keep my mind clear of any thoughts. I didn't want to spend another trip home in tears like I had done so often.

"Hi there pretty lady." A man said as he appeared out of the shadows in front of me.

The first thing I noticed was his eyes. They looked cold and dead. They were beady and staring right at me. I pulled my hand out of my bag showing the man the sharp blade. He chuckled darkly.

"That won't be necessary." He said in a think accent.

It made a cold chill run down my spine. I stepped back from him only to have hands pull my arms behind me making me drop the knife.

"What do you want?" I asked trying not to panic.

"I just want to know what you know about an old friend of yours. Steve Rogers." The man's lips curled into a sinister smile.

"I have no idea who you're talking about." I said as harshly as I could.

"Tut tut little one. It's a bad idea to lie to us. Let's try a different name. James Barnes." He narrowed his eyes at me.

I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped from me. It made the man smile.

"She's the one. Take her." He order the man that was holding me.

"Wait! No! Hold on!" I screamed as I tried to struggle and kick myself free.

"Oh shut up!" The man shouted.

A sharp pain went threw my head as everything went black. When I came to again I was strapped to a chair. I screamed as I pulled at my restraints. This can't be happening! Why? What did I do?

"The more you struggle the worse it will be." A deep voice grumbled from in front of me.

I looked up to get the shock of a life time. Sitting only a few feet in front of me was James Buchanan Barnes. He's alive! He looked exhausted. He was also strapped to a chair like I was but he was bruised and bloody. Someone had done a real number on him.

"Jamie" I whispered in absolute disbelief.

He leaned his head back against the chair as the smallest smile appeared on his lips.

"It's good to see you Will." He said in a strained voice.

"What have they done to you?" I asked as I took all of him in.

"You're arm" I gasped at the sight of the missing limb.

He tried to chuckle but it only turned into a cough.

"Don't you worry about me beautiful. Don't worry about yourself either. No matter what I'll protect you." He told me.

A door slamming made me jump. Two men entered the room. One man came to stand between the two chairs. The other moved to stand next to me. He slowly stuck some kind of wires to my temples and forehead.

"This is simple, Mr. Barnes, you will be our dog. If you refuse or disobey in any way then-" the man stopped to look at me.

I screamed as something was violently stabbed into my arm. I felt it being injected into me. It burned. My entire body tensed as the fire spread threw my veins. I felt my eyes roll back as I started to convulse. The pain slowed leaving me sweaty and exhausted.

"Miss Roffee will be our weapon against you. You see, the serum we gave you was the same we gave to your pal Steve Rogers but what we just gave her is our revised and corrected serum." The man explain to James.

"I would never hurt him." I forced out in a long breath.

The man laughed.

"My dear you won't have a choice. Plus, you won't remember him anyway." The man chuckled.

He snapped his fingers then the man next to me hit a button on something in his head. The wires he had stuck to my head send waves of electricity threw my head. I saw images flash in my head before dissolving right before my eyes. What is happening? I screamed as the waves heightened.

"Stop! Please!" I heard someone yell.

The voice was familiar but I couldn't place it.

"Willow!" The voice screamed.

—

I shot up in the bed. My body was covered in sweat. My head was pounding from the residual pain of my latest memory.

"Oh God" I choked out as tears began to fall down my face.

"Willow?" Sam asked in his sleepy voice.

The moment he opened his eyes he jerked up wrapping his arms around me. He held me tightly as he rocked slowly.

"It's okay Will. I'm here. I got you." He whispered into my hair.

He didn't say anything else. He just let me get it out while he held me. While he comforted me. When I finally pulled away from him and wiped my eyes he sighed softly.

"Another memory?" He asked.

I nodded.

"You want to talk about it?" He asked hesitantly.

I shook my head. No way do I want to relive that again. Not ever.

"Do you want to go ahead and get ready for our meeting?" He asked as he rubbed my back.

I nodded then climbed out of bed. I had forgotten today all of the avengers and friends had to meet with some government official. I wasn't paying enough attention to remember his name. I wasn't sure why I had to be involved. I technically wasn't an Avenger. From what I was told this had to do with both the battle of New York, which happened before I was unfrozen, and everything that happened in Sokovia a year ago. Plus some accident that Wanda caused only a few days ago. I wasn't apart of any of that. But because I was close to some of the avengers and I'm a super soldier I have to be involved.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was tense. Everyone sat around the table waiting for it to start. I sat between Steve and Sam. Steve looked lost in thought as he chewed on his bottom lip. The man came in the room then immediately started the meeting. He went on about what the avengers had been up to for the past four years. He even showed video evidence of the destruction caused by each of their major battles. The only one I was apart of was DC. He shut the videos off then turned back to the table.

“For the past four years, you’ve operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That’s an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate.” He said sternly.

The man next to him handed him a thick book. He held it in his hand for a moment before laying it on the table in front of Wanda.

“The Sokovia Accords. Approved by a 117 countries, it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they’ll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary.” He summarized.

The book was passed around the table slowly as they each tried to look it over. Ross continued to tell us the Accords were meant to be signed in Vienna.

“I’ll leave and let you think it over.” Ross said as he went for the door.

“What if we decide something you don’t like?” Nat asked.

“Then you retire.” Ross said simply.

As soon as he was out of the room everyone either sighed or slumped in their chair. The atmosphere was instantly tense. I knew that no matter what the outcome was I would be siding with Steve. Whatever he chose I would too.

—

[avenging-criminal-bones]

Talking to Air

Irondad & Spiderson

Word Count: 1510

Warning: Angst, INFINITY WAR SPOLIERS

Summary: What happens on Titan during Thanos’ trip to Wakanda

Note: I absolutely hate the Marvel creators (not really, I love them bc movie GOLD) But I definitely am not one to cry at movies or books, and IW and Endgame both had me in tears. Endgame multiple times.

* * * * *

"Mr. Stark!" Peter takes off, webbing his way towards Tony. He stops though, when Tony gives a small, almost imperceptible shake of his head.

Peter stills and watches as Tony throws his arm back, a knife forming with the nanotech. Tony crosses his arm in front of him now, to try and stab Thanos, but he catches Tony's arm. Thanos breaks the knife and in the blink of an eye was stabbing it into Tony's stomach.

Quill glances at Peter, gauging his reaction. When Peter's eyes blow wide and he inhales like he's going to yell, Quill grabs him and pulls him into the shadows. He keeps one hand over Peter's mouth. 

"Peter! It's me. Its... The other Peter. It doesn't matter. If you want Stark to have any chance at living, you need to keep your trap shut." When Quill is satisfied that Peter will stay quiet, he takes his hand away from his face. When Quill lets go of Peter, the young boy tries to take off running, quickly being re-held. "You don't understand do you? You going equals Stark dying." 

Peter's eyes flash open and the realization dawns on him. Nodding, he gently works his way out of Quill's grasp. 

"Y-Yeah. Okay I get it." Peter looks over the slab of moon in front of him at Tony and shudders. 

Tony looks terrible. His face is pale and his breaths are coming out as sharp wheezes. Thanos cups Tony's head in one of his hands and the gentleness makes Peter want to scream. The image doesn't last for long though, because Thanos is backing away and then vanishing into a cloudy portal, the gauntlet clamped into a fist. 

Peter looks quickly at Quill and when the older man nods at him, he takes off running. "Mr. Stark! Are you alright?" He skids to a stop in front of his mentor, who was seemingly sealing his wound with the nanotech. 

"I'm fine, Peter." His voice comes out harsher that he had meant, but he doesn't have time to apologize. He probably wouldn't if he did. Instead, he glances around, scanning every face in the small group. He stops at Doctor Strange, who has a sort of calm sense of doom in his eyes. 

"Tony... It had to be done." His voice holds caution as Tony's-- and everyone else's faces twist into anger. "It was the only way." 

Quill's head snaps up, anger clear on his face. "The only way?! The only way to what? Die?" 

Peter winces at the loud volume of his voice and Tony notices, taking a step closer to him. "Talk quieter, bullhorn."

"What did you just call me?" Quill steps forward, bringing his face inches away from Tony's. 

"ENOUGH!" 

All heads snap to Strange, who with an air or authority, quiets the group. 

"No, Star Man-"

"Lord."

"Whatever. But no. It was the only way to win." He stands now, and paces around where Thanos had vanished. 

Nebula speaks up for the first time as she removes boulder after boulder from off of Drax. "No, you idiot. You just signed all our death sentences." She finishes digging and Drax stands up. The two of them walk up to be with the rest of the group, Mantis quickly following. 

Suddenly Drax starts laughing. Loud guffaws making Peter wince again and back up away from the group. "You don't sign sentences. You write them silly." More laughter follows until Strange sends a sharp 'knife' of magic flying and inch away from his head. 

"No the time, buddy." Quill warns quietly, shaking his head. 

Nebula glares daggers at Doctor Strange and marches up to get in his face. He doesn't flinch, even when she starts yelling. "We are ALL going to die, because you made some stupid 'selfless' decision." She continues to yell but goes to a foreign language. Periodically the name 'Gamora' comes up and Quill balls his hands into fists. 

When she's finished it's Peter's turn to speak from a few feet away. "Maybe. But we have way better odds with Mr. Stark." Tony would have said something snarky to contradict the kid, but he didn't get the chance. 

"Exactly." Strange looks at Peter and then Tony, "He's a smart one Stark." 

Peter almost squeals in excitement as he turns to beam at Mr. Stark, but the happiness isn't returned. Tony's glare sobers Peter up immediately. 

"You stupid idiot! You should have let me die!" Tony's hands fly up to his head, running through his hair anxiously. "Do you realize that Thanos only needs one more?" Shaking his head, Tony storms up to Strange and yells in his face. "One, Strange! And then we die." 

Everyone's faces rapidly fall from anger to fear. After fear, only two fall all the way to acceptance. 

Tony and Stephen. 

The morbid silence is lifted by Drax. "When he gets the last rock, we will all die." He looks around at everyone's faces for confirmation. He gets none. They're all too afraid that if they speak the words aloud one more time, reality will catch up sooner. "I'm going to take your dreary, silent vocal chords as a yes." 

Peter had ender up wandering further away since Tony's explosion. Ever since then it has been really loud. As much as Peter would like to say that it hasn't been bothering him, that would be a lie. He was sitting on a rock about fifty feet away. He didn't realize that they had been talking about him until he hear's quill saying, 'where is Spidey anyways?'. 

"I"m over here. I'm coming. Sorry, guys." He jogs back to the small circle, he shares a quick glance with Mr. Stark. Tony looks as though he's about to question Peter, but a loud rumbling in the distance pushes all thoughts from his head. 

Quill groans and pulls out his blaster, "Well that's annoying." 

"Tell me about it!" Peter looks like he's about to throw up. "I'm feeling it ten times more tan you guys." 

Mantis speaks up for the first time since she walked up as Tony takes a few steps towards Peter. "W-What is it?"

No one answers for a second, but it's a second too long. Mantis steps over to Quill and buries herself under his arm. Everyone is looking towards the rumbling noise when it happens. The only one who sees is Quill. "Guys!"

Nebula turns in time to see the last of Mantis turn to dust, everyone else turns around to find air where she stood. "He's done it. He got the last stone." Her voice is monotone, but her eyes betray her and fear is clearly seen in them. 

Peter scans everyone, but his gaze stays locked on Drax as his arms start to disintegrate. The big man's eyes blow wide in fear as he calls out for his friend. "Quill!" 

He turns at the call of his name, a knowing sadness in his eyes. "No..." By the time he take a step forward, his own body start to shudder. 

"Steady, Quill." Tony looks at him with caution. It's a hopeless effort. Within seconds there are only four of them left. Realization dawns on Tony and he snaps his head to Strange. 

The mystic was just sitting there meditating with stoic features. He meets Tony's gaze and cocks his head to the side. "This is the only way. You are the only way, Tony." Suddenly, it dawns on him. One in 14 billion. He goes to confirm with Strange, but the words would have fallen on air.

"Mr. Stark..." When Tony hears the kid's-- his kid's -- voice, he almost doesn't want to look. "I don't feel so good."

Five, simple words make Tony turn around, his eyes already burning with unshed tears. He shakes his head and looks up at Peter's scared face. Once a vibrant, bubbly kid, now reduced to tripping and scared. 

No. Not Peter Please not him. 

"I-I don't- I don't know what's happening- Mr. Stark, I don't-"

Tony shakes his kid and mutters, "You're alright..."

Peter comes plowing into him, full force as his legs start to give out underneath him. Tony is surprisingly fast to steady him and starts wrapping his arms around the boy to hold him up. 

"No! I-I don't wanna go. I don't wanna- Dad, please! I don't wanna go." The pleading breaks Tony's heart. He knows what's coming next, Peter knows what's coming next. God he's only sixteen! "Sir, I don't wanna go. Please." 

Tears fill both of their eyes when Tony gently, slowly lays Peter on the sand. The pleas stop stringing from Peter's mouth when Tony rests a hand on his chest, grounding the younger boy. Peter glances away, but a second later, his is meeting his mentor's watery eyes one final time. 

"I'm sorry." The weight of those is too much for both of them as Peter's body is reduced to ash in Tony's arms. 

Dad, I don't wanna go. 

Tony knew the minute that the boy uttered them that those words would haunt him for the rest of his life. 

Dad...