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cweeming · 3 days ago

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⠀⠀⠀ ࣪⠀⠀𓏵⠀⠀ ׅ　 7592 (𝑗𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑠𝑡𝑦𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡). ⠀⠀ྀི

⠀⠀⠀⠀♰⠀ 𓈒 ⠀𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 (🇧🇦/𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑘 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡).⠀ ﾉ⠀𝑡𝑥𝑡 (🇯🇵 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡). ✙

it were the afternoon, you and Logan hanging out. he had a mission to look out for, while you were kicking back and relaxing.

you sat on the couch, phone in hand. there wear earphones in your ears, and the music were turned up so you couldn't hear anything. Logan stood infront of the mirror on the wall a few feet away, back turned to you. he were grooming himself, making sure his kitty ears were in tact. he couldn't help but slow down when he began to hear the music coming from your phone. this again. his eyes narrowed, as he caught a glimpse of your sitting form in the mirror. he's told you countless times not to turn up the volume too loud, how you'd go deaf. but, you never learned.

"that oughta give you a headache." he called out, continuing to groom himself. fully expecting a response, not knowing you couldn't hear him. after none came, he stopped and called out to you again. maybe you were ignoring him, not wanting to listen to 'ole Logan and his old wives tales. "I ain't saying you can't do what you're doing, but I also ain't denying there'll be consequences in store for you." again, no response. he turned around in your direction to look at you, seeing you on your phone. what could possibly be preventing you from answering him?

you'd have the scare of your life when Logan suddenly towered over you. "Logan!" you nearly shrieked, throwing your phone and hitting him square in the face. "you- you're going to give me a damn heart attack." he chuckled, you pulling your earphones out of your ears and tossing them aside. "well, princess. being distracted doesn't exactly help prevent that from happening."

he stood up and grabbed your phone that landed beside you on the couch. "called out to you twice, and you ain't responded once. there ain't nothin' important on this phone to prevent you from talking." then, he smirked. "I don't suppose, you're crushing on the latest celebrity?"

you didn't exactly calm down, a small blush appearing on your cheeks while you shook lightly. "I'm just teasin'," he'd speak before you had the chance to answer, reaching out and ruffling your hair.

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a few minutes go by. Logan's sitting next to you, scrolling thru your phone. "so... I noticed you had your earphones on you." he glanced at you sideways. "mind telling me what's going on there?"

you shifted uncomfortably. you didn't like being confronted, especially when it came to your secret interests. "uh... nothing." you shifted a bit to the side, turning away from him. "it's nothing."

it seemed as though you were preparing to leave. so, he grabbed ahold of you.

"nothin' ain't cuttin' it, princess." he sneered, the smugness present in his tone. ugh. it were hard putting up with him sometimes. you released a sigh, plopping back onto the couch like jello.

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as he continued to browse thru your phone, he managed to come across a music app. you waited patiently to have your phone returned, arms crossed over your chest.

"chizutorimack?.." he had a good look at the name, as well as the icon itself. you thought nothing of it, paying him no attention.

until you heard the app open, a soft chime coming to life. your eyes widened, head slowly turning in his direction. you knew right then and there, you couldn't let this man proceed.

"give me back my phone!" with a now demanding tone, you attempted to wrestle the phone out of his hands, failing miserably as he managed to block your small form. you sat back, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared at him like a hawk.

"easy now, princess." his eyes remained glued to your phone screen, beginning to read off what he saw in the app. "7592, music, txt... heh. well, I never took my princess for a music enthusiast." he looked over at you, a small smile playing on his lips. you released an annoyed breath, hair getting into your eyes. atleast you could lie more thoroughly with an attitude.

"firstly," you began, tucking the hair behind your ear. "you really need to keep your claws off what's not yours." you swatted at your phone to get it back, but he simply smiled, raising his arm higher into the air. how he loved to tease you. "and second, it's not a music app. I. . . that's just where I get my inspiration from. for every day life."

he saw right thru your bullshit. "I think I could take you up on that offer, princess." he reached over for the earphones that were still plugged into the phone. "you let old Logan here get a taste of what the common folk listen to, and I'll return your phone. how does that sound?"

terrible. your heart began to pick up. the judgement is going to be absolutely unreal. "u-uhm, actually... there's swearing. and themes of sex and violence."

he simply fanned his hand at you. he's well over 200 years old, and has definitely seen a lot worse. "y' know, I do need to brush up on my own collection. after all, a mutant needs to keep himself busy when he's not always around the house." he put in one earpod, before doing the same with the other. "go on, princess. what album do you recommend I listen to, first?"

you hesitated. usually, you'd keep these things to yourself, locked away from the world. but, with Logan... there were never a day where he seemed uncurious. so, you chose your favorite playlist that you created, albeit in a very shy manner.

"u-um... try the 7592 playlist."

in the end, he loved it. the other 2 playlists, including. so much so, he constantly kept your phone on him days at a time so he could keep himself in the mood. maybe it's time to put a passcode on the lockscreen?

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literaryavenger · 1 year ago

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Captain America: Civil War - 3

Summary: The Winter Soldier gets triggered and it's up to Steve, Sam and you to make sure that Bucky doesn't get killed, doesn't kill anyone and doesn't get locked up again.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, slight Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of violence. Language. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: Just to be clear, Bucky x Reader is my endgame, which is why I was so looking forward to get to Civil War because I knew I could get some scenes with Reader and our thicc Civil War Bucky.

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You get to the FBI bunker and get out of the SUV as Bucky’s pod is carried away by a forklift.

You and Steve both look at Bucky and, as Steve looks away, Bucky’s eyes meet yours for a second before he looks away again. All you can think about is how broken he looks, almost ashamed of his current situation.

You walk with Sam, Steve and T’Challa towards Sharon and a short man in a great suit.

“What's gonna happen to him?” You can’t help but ask.

“Same thing that ought to happen to you. Psychological evaluation and extradition.” the little man says.

“This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander.” Sharon informs us.

“What about our lawyer?” Steve asks.

“Lawyer. That's funny.” Ross says. “See their weapons are placed in lockup. Oh, we'll write you a receipt.”

“I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that.” Sam says as they walk away with your gear.

You see the man carrying your gear playing around with a particular gadget. “I wouldn’t touch that, if I were you.” You warn him.

Almost as if just to piss you off the man activates the gadget and gets electrocuted, falling to the ground as you start laughing with a quiet "Dumbass".

As some other agents go to help the idiot you turn back to the group, Sam is grinning too and Sharon and T’Challa seem amused but Steve and Everett are glaring at you.

“What? I told him not to touch it!” You defend yourself, but it’s very clear you’re amused and have no regrets.

You all start walking, following Ross and he starts talking. “You'll be provided with an office instead of a cell. Now, do me a favor, stay in it?”

“I don't intend on going anywhere.” T’Challa says as Natasha joins your little group.

“For the record, this is what making things worse looks like.” She says looking directly at Steve.

“He's alive.” Steve answers as we approach Tony talking on the phone. You have to give it to Steve, at least he's consistent.

“No. Romania was not Accords-sanctioned. And, Colonel Rhodes is supervising cleanup.” Tony says on the phone.

“Try not to break anything while we fix this.” Natasha tells you all and you roll your eyes at her.

“Consequences? You bet there'll be consequences. Obviously you can quote me on that 'cause I just said it. Anything else? Thank you, sir.” Tony ends the call.

“'Consequences'?” You ask as you raise your eyebrow, your tone and facial expression clearly skeptical, not believing for a second that he’s serious about this.

“Secretary Ross wants all three of you prosecuted.” Tony answers. “Had to give him something.”

And, there he is. You chuckle quietly and could swear you saw a smirk in Tony’s face for a second.

“I'm not getting that shield back, am I?” Steve asks.

“Technically, it's the government's property.” Natasha says as she starts walking away before turning to you and Sam. “Wings and gear, too.”

“That's cold.” Sam says and you groan in annoyance; you love your gear.

“Warmer than jail.” Tony yells back while walking away with Nat and you roll your eyes.

You sigh deeply and turn to the two gentlemen next to you.

“Well, this is great.” You say sarcastically and, before they can say anything, some agents escort you and Sam to the office Ross spoke of, from which you can see the security cameras on Bucky, while Steve gets taken to another room for what you assume is gonna be questioning.

You and Sam are seated at the table next to each other as you see Bucky’s prison pod get connected to a pipe and the light inside it dims for a moment, just as Steve comes into the room where you and Sam are.

“What did they ask you?” You ask Steve as he comes to a stop in front of the glass where he can keep an eye on Bucky.

“Nothing, I was talking to Tony.” There's a pause where none of you talk, just watching Bucky before Steve quietly says. “Wanda’s being detained at the Compound.”

“What?!” you say loudly, startling both men. “What do you mean, she's detained?!”

“I think Tony doesn't want another accident to happen, so she's currently confined to the Compound” Steve elaborates.

“Fucking Stark…” You mumble under your breath, shaking your head in disappointment as you see Tony joining Natasha in the control room with Ross. You ignore Steve’s glare at your cursing and focus on Bucky in the screens in front of you even though you can't hear anything.

Your heart breaks a little for him at the way he’s being treated. After all Bucky’s whole situation wasn’t his choice, just a surprising amount of bad luck in the past 80 years.

After a minute Sharon enters the office you’re sitting in, handing us some papers. “The receipt for your gear.”

“‘Bird costume’? Come on!” Sam whines as you snort and laugh as he glares at you before glaring at Sharon.

“I didn’t write it.” She says defensively, then pushes a button that stops the restriction on the audio from Bucky’s cell and allows us to hear it on the little screen in the corner.

“I'm not here to judge you. I just want to ask you a few questions.” you can hear the psychiatrist say. “Do you know where you are, James? I can't help you if you don't talk to me, James.”

“My name is Bucky.” Bucky says calmly.

It’s the first time you hear him speak clearly and your eyes are glued to the screen. His voice is deep and gruff and you can’t help but find it attractive. You take a moment to really look at him and you think to yourself, for a brainwashed psycho assassin that’s almost 100 years old, he’s really quite handsome, isn’t he?

You’re brought back to the present by Steve’s voice. “Why would the Task Force release this photo to begin with?” He’s standing in front of the monitor, looking at the blurry photo of Bucky that was released on the news.

“Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?” Sharon answers.

“Right. It's a good way to flush a guy out of hiding.” Steve continues. “Set off a bomb, get your picture taken. Get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier.”

“You're saying someone framed him to find him?” You say with a frown, trying to follow his train of thought.

“Steve, we looked for the guy for two years and found nothing.” Sam points out.

“We didn't bomb the UN.” You point out absentmindedly.

“That turns a lot of heads.” Steve adds.

“Yeah, but that doesn't guarantee that whoever framed him would get him. It guarantees that we would.” Sharon says before trailing off and all of our attention drifts back to the screen where Bucky is being questioned by the psychiatrist.

“Yeah.” Steve says quietly.

“Tell me, Bucky. You've seen a great deal, haven't you?” the doctor asks.

“I don't want to talk about it.” Bucky says quietly.

“You fear that… if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don't worry.” The doctor taps his tablet to see something and you frown, everyone else’s expressions mirroring yours. “We only have to talk about one.”

Suddenly the lights go out in the bunker and you all look around confused. You can see people freaking out in the control room, Tony using FRIDAY through his glasses and Natasha looking around.

You look at Sharon and she simply says “Sub-level 5, east wing.” And you, Sam and Steve rapidly exit the room and head towards Bucky.

You arrive outside the chamber, red emergency lights flashing all around and agents slumped on the floor, all out cold.

You hear a feeble “Help me” and see the psychiatrist on the floor, clearly conscious, asking for help. Steve steps towards him and enters the room where Bucky's pod is, you barely enter it and Sam is right behind you at the threshold.

“Get up” He says and harshly grabs the doctor, shoving him against the wall. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“To see an empire fall.” Is all he says.

Suddenly there's movement behind you and you quickly turn around just in time to avoid Sam getting thrown into you and he lands against the pod instead.

You barely have time to react when you feel a punch in the stomach and stagger backwards against the wall, knocking the air out of you. You slide down on it and take a second to compose yourself as Steve starts fighting Bucky.

After what feels like a second Bucky sends Steve down an elevator and walks away. You groan and quickly get up, going to the elevator first.

“Please be alive, Rogers!” You shout down, as you try to look down.

“I’m okay!” He shouts back and you let out a breath of relief. “Find him!”

You don’t waste a second and run after him, catching up to him as he’s beating up a guard.

You put yourself in the middle of it after Bucky gets the better hand on the agent and takes his baton, you kick Bucky on the stomach but he barely moves.

At least you have his attention now and, when he looks at you, his eyes seem empty and void of any emotions. That’s not the same person you saw before. Those are not the same eyes you met when you got to the bunker.

You hesitate for a second and that’s enough for him to get the upper hand, grabbing you and throwing you over a table. He has a gun you assume he took from the other agent and aims it at you but, just as he’s about to pull the trigger, he gets disoriented by a stun-burst from Tony,that makes you cover your ears, then there’s a flash of light and then Bucky and Tony are fighting.

You take a moment to breathe and suddenly Tony’s on the ground and you go to him to make sure he’s okay while Natasha and Sharon take care of Bucky.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, worried, helping him sit up.

“Just dandy.” He says breathlessly.

Both of your attentions go to Sharon when she gets slammed into a table next to you and you both go to her. She’s conscious but before you can say anything, she points to something behind you and you turn around to see Bucky getting tackled off of Natasha by T’Challa.

You get up and go to Natasha as she’s taking in deep breaths after Bucky almost choked her, you help her sit up before turning around but both Bucky and T’Challa are already gone.

When you turn back to Natasha, she’s already looking at you. “Go” is all she says and you know she’s right, you should go before you get detained again.

You nod to her and all but run outside, where you see Sam just standing there in the middle of the running crowd. You go to him and, when he notices you, he shows you a hoodie that you assume to be the psychiatrist’s.

“I lost the doctor.” He confirms your theory.

“I lost the soldier.” You tell him and he sighs, as you both look around.

“We should get out of here” He says after a moment, looking at a group of guards.

You follow his line of sight and when you notice the guards too, you say “Yes, we should.” and you both start almost running, putting as much distance between yourselves and the FBI as you can.

-[Time skip to when they’re in the warehouse because I’m lazy and don’t want to make up all the stuff in the middle]-

While Steve and Sam wait for Bucky to regain consciousness you go to look for a first aid kit.

You’re all mostly fine, but Bucky has a cut in the forehead that Steve informed you occurred when he hit the windshield of a chopper, which is why he is unconscious.

It takes you a little time to get back to the abandoned warehouse they’re hiding in because of the pain in your torso, which you’re pretty sure is because your ribs are bruised.

By the time you’re back Bucky is awake and his metal arm is free. You hear him talking as you get closer to the room they’re in and the last thing he says is “You’d never see them coming.” before the three men notice you.

You completely enter the room, standing next to Sam but your eyes don’t leave Bucky, rightfully wary of the man.

“Don’t worry, he’s back to himself.” Steve says when he notices your careful and calculated moves.

“I am worried. He also tried to kill me as himself.” You say, looking away from Bucky and to the two men next to you.

“I wasn’t trying to kill you, I was trying not to get captured by you.” Bucky addresses you directly for the first time ever with an accusatory tone.

“Semantics.” You answer, looking back at him and narrowing your eyes. Your defiant, but admittedly childish, answer seems to surprise Bucky but it gets a chuckle out of Sam and a groan out of Steve.

“Just… please.” Steve says to you, almost begging you. “Help him.”

You roll your eyes and groan, mumbling an annoyed “Fine.” while cautiously moving towards Bucky. As you kneel in front of him and open the first aid kit you can hear Steve and Sam talking, but pay them no mind.

“You know I’m a supersoldier, right?” Bucky asks you quietly.

“Supersoldiers can bleed too.” you say while looking down and not at him, looking through the stuff in the kit. “The image of an unconscious and beaten up Steve in a hospital bed comes to mind.”

He knows you’re talking about Steve’s conditions after the whole Project Insight situation in DC, and you can tell he feels bad about it as he instantly looks away from you.

“Sorry,” you say with a sigh “That was mean.”

He seems to perk up a little at your apology and looks back at you.

“It’s okay.” You look up at him. “I kind of deserved it.”

You smile a little at this, and start to take out the stuff you’ll need as you say “You kind of did.”

You go to clean his cut but wince slightly, you almost forgot about your injuries. You take a deep breath and start carefully cleaning his cut and the blood off his forehead.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks you quietly, seemingly concerned that you’re in pain.

“Don’t worry.” You tell him just as quietly. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, Sergeant.”

“I bet you can, doll.” You almost feel like you imagined the nickname, but you’re positive you saw a grin on his face for half a second.

You can feel his eyes glued to your face as you take care of his cut, silently watching you work. You almost feel like he’s memorizing every detail of your face, like he’s trying to figure out everything about you right in that instance.

When you’re done you take a second to look into his eyes, expecting him to look away, but he holds your gaze and you feel your heart skip a beat by the intensity of his stare. After a moment you slowly get up, your eyes still locked on his and take a step back.

When you finally turn around you see Steve watching your interaction with a very curious look and, when you meet his eyes, he raises an eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes and ignore his silent question, getting closer to him and looking around for Sam, who you see just outside the room on the phone.

“Who’s he talking to?” You ask Steve.

“Don’t know” He shrugs. “Just said he knew a guy.”

A second later Sam gets closer as he ends the call.

“Alright, thanks, Scott.” He says and hangs up.

You raise your eyebrow at him. “Scott? Really?” You ask smirking and he groans, rolling his eyes while Steve just looks at us confused at why you’re so amused by this because he still doesn’t know about the time Scott breached the Compound and kicked Sam’s ass.

“I’m just saying, this isn’t really the most practical getaway car…” You say as the four of you make your way to meet Sharon in an old Volkswagen Beetle.

“It’s low profile” Steve defends his choice from in front of you, Bucky in the backseat to your right and Sam in front of him in the passenger’s seat.

“It’s really not, Steve.” you say back as Steve groans, prompting a snicker from Sam and, surprisingly, from Bucky too. You’re about to point out that this old car sticks out when Steve parks and gets out to talk to Sharon.

You can’t hear what they’re saying but you can see them looking at the Buggy for a second before Sharon opens the trunk of her car. Your joy about seeing your gear is a little overshadowed by Bucky’s voice as he talks to Sam.

“Can you move your seat up?” He asks, surprisingly polite.

“No.” Is all Sam says, being the petty bitch that he is. You roll your eyes at him, you get that the last time a car was involved with Bucky in the mix it didn’t go great, but still.

“Here, switch with me.” You tell Bucky and pull him to the middle seat, then climb over him to slide into his seat, being sure to smack Sam in the back of his head as you go and smirking at the loud “Ow” he lets out. You look back at Bucky and see him blushing slightly and you can’t help but smile.

When you look back at Steve and Sharon you can see them kissing and you let out an amused giggle. It looks like Captain Virgin finally got some.

They talk for another second before Sharon goes to her car and Steve turns to the three of you as you all smirk and you even wink at him. You can see him groan and roll his eyes before grabbing your gear and putting it in the trunk of the Buggy.

When he gets into the driver’s seat the only thing he says is “Not one word.” while the three of you quietly laugh but don’t tease him further.

He drives off and you look out the window, knowing that the hardest part is about to come. Whatever comes next sure won’t be as fun.

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nightixx · 9 months ago

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Okay, I've been thinking if those red lines actually mean something on moon's face (because the only thumbnail artist I trust is meg—)

Either those red things are like nerves to show he's pissed (cuz no shit robots won't have biological nerves to show how angry they are) and they basically mean nothing.

it shows that moon is getting back to his original code, but I'm not talking about a kill code. Because I'm sure that's the whole "violence and murder" thought process isn't from the kill code, it's in his original code, the kill code was just the urge to act on those thoughts and I think it's more logic than saying that kill code was the reason of the whole thought process. We know that he's getting more and more violent and even worse than old moon. How can he be worse than old moon with without kill code ? Because old moon was aware that he had this code which means he wasn't really free from his thoughts I guess ? (Hard to explain ngl) If old moon started to think about murders etc, the kill code would make it act on it so he could limit himself as "ok, if I keep thinking like that there'll be consequences" but new moon doesn't have that, he owns his whole body, mind and code. There's nothing from stopping him to act on his code etc..

But why would he come back to his original code all of the sudden ? Maybe because of extreme situation? Because he's put in the situation he was scared of ? Like a survival instinct like us human, we go back to primary instinct when we're put in extreme situations

(hope this is understandable-)

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solarwynd · 4 months ago

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The thing with Jin is that he's not really an idol, he's more like a variety show host that got put into a k-pop group. He's supposed to be the visual and is one of the vocal line members, but he's doesn't have that 'thing' the rest of the maknae line has so he can never be as popular as them. And he's also doesn't make music like the rap line. To me, he's always been the least fitting member in the group, he has the least to offer. I don't really think music is the carrer for him, to be honest. And the group and company lowkey know this, which is why he has always has, like, one line per song and is always hidden behind everyone in their choreos. He knows this too, and I think he's okay with it. He never tried to be like the maknae line, he has the looks but he never uses them. I think he just wants to chill without having to worry about the crazy fans and scrutiny maknae line has. So he can do all this stuff, make all these jokes without worrying about it cause being a silly guy who makes bad jokes is the image he has cultivated for himself. That's not Jimin's image, and he is very aware that he can't get away with any of this. I'm sure Jimin knows that he, more than any other member, has to be very careful about everything he does. And yeah, that's very unfair, but it's the reality and he knows he needs to act accordingly otherwise there'll be consequences. There's a reason he has been the most careful since enlistment. And Jin knows his own reality as well, which is why he's never scared to do all this. There is a line every member can't cross and they know the individual lines each of them has. Jimin's line has always been lower than everybody else's and we all (the fans, the group, the company) know it. So it's not just a matter of which members are willing to do a certain thing, it's also which members know they can get away with doing it.

.🎯

#can’t say I disagree with the first half of this at all unfortunately #😭

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lunarlover12 · 10 months ago

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I love that when the Bad Kids don't prioritize relationships, Brennan shows the consequences of it. Sklonda goes to visit Pok's grave without him. Gorgug's parents leave town before they get a chance to hang out. I'm sure there'll be more, and I'm excited for it.

#luna live blogs fh #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high #cursed out #riz gukgak #gorgug thistlespring

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vaquerobuckaroo · 2 months ago

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My Last Boy Mission: Thoughts

[Warning: Spoilers, disjointed and unedited thoughts]

Watching the My Last Boy mission where the gang helps Eagle Flies and tribe storm the oil refinery

The horror, the absolute horror. Dutch walks away from Arthur as he's close to having his neck stabbed and gaslights him when Arthur confronts him about it. It seems apparent that though Dutch has formed a "family" in the gang, it doesn't seem so much important anymore when you disagree with him. Though I could see he was far gone in the head, I didn't expect this level of animosity and cold, unfeeling attitude. I can tell it will only get worse.

And for Eagle Flies, a third party (to the gang), to come save Arthur instead is both surprising and elating. Though both Dutch and Eagle Flies are frenzied and passionate, Eagle Flies is far more grounded and sane, enough to remember and repay Arthur for the times he's been helped.

The pause on Arthur's face right after he had been gaslit by Dutch is heartbreaking to see. You can almost see the "after all I did for you, this is how I'm treated? After all this time of running with you and doing what you asked of me, this is how you treat me? You leave me to die? What about family? Is money more important to you than lives?" look on his face.

In an odd way, this reminds me of my own dad, a part of him is, unfortunately, like this: valuing material possessions and principle over human feelings. A sort of "My way or the highway" mentality. Dutch exhibits this. There is a very fine line between authority and coercion. What Dutch exhibits isn't authority as a good leader but coercion as a boss. He doesn't care about anyone's feelings but his own, and cares none for anyone's benefit but his own. He is no different from the politicians, capitalists, and the government that he himself goes against, and has turned into what he despised the most.

I don't seem to understand what Dutch means to do with the money. I'm sure he can see the rift forming in the gang. When everyone either leaves or dies as a consequence of his actions, there'll be only a handful to be by his side in Australia or Tahiti or wherever. What then if it happens? They will be caught anyway, if not now, then later. Their sins will always catch up to them and all this will be for naught. As Charles said, "all this killing just to get some money to leave?" (paraphrase).

Dutch's idealistic views will not come to pass. It's a bit ironic that he has such dreamy, colourful ideals in this grimy world. What can one man and his tiny gang achieve? Why doesn't he realise that he is outnumbered against the world?

Arthur has tried his hardest to step into Hosea's shoes of the gang consiglieri, to try to take off the leader's rose-coloured lenses and see the world for what it really is, but it was only met with reproach and replacement by Micah, who encourages Dutch.

Rains Fall's words to his son, "Don't die for pride" ring true. Dutch kills for pride, and he will die for it too. And we all know he does, to the bitter end in RDR1, still clinging on to the age of outlaws that would long pass away. It's not to be wondered at. He was the one to say "you can't resist change" and ironically resists it and dies doing so.

Eagle Flies dies, yet another unfortunate pawn in Dutch's grand scheme of things. The poor man's ambition and frenzy for justice was used ill, only leading to his demise. In the end, what does it say about Rains Fall and Eagle Flies? The one who lives is Rains Fall, the very one to discourage the attack. The young might have energy, but pair it with the wisdom of the elderly, and everyone benefits from it.

All that aside, in a way, Dutch's ability to last so long in his profession is admirable. He knows it's a "survival of the fittest" world and he uses his fitness to its fullest extent, his right arm being manipulation. The saying rings true: Beware the old man in a profession where men die young.

But it makes me wonder... are we seeing a god complex in Dutch?

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #van der linde gang #micah bell #hosea matthews #rains fall #eagle flies #charles smith #sadie adler #john marston #bill williamson #javier escuella #vaquero's analysis #vaquerobuckaroo journal

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collegetennisoriginstory · 3 months ago

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Heey, I'm not sure if you already answered this before but if I committed to someone does that remove all the flirting options for others? Or can my mc be a jerk and deal with the consequences later😶👉🏻👈🏻

For now you can do ONE thing in the newest update despite committing to someone.

In the future, there'll be big moments where you might choose a meaningful 'romance' option with someone you had previous feelings for, but not just 'meaningless flirt' options anymore, if that makes sense?

And there'll definitely be consequences for that.

#ct:os #college tennis: origin story #if #interactive fiction #asks

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𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 - XII

Chapter XII: Keep Your Friends Close

. Summary: Despite your brother's insistence, you stubbornly decided to join him and his men in the war. Now, are you prepared to face the consequences of your actions? . Pairing: Various x Fem! Reader . Warnings: None for this chapter in specific . Notes: I may or may not have started mapping out a sort of prequel for Eurylochus and mc. I’m not sure if you guys would be interested, but uhhhh yeah!

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Odysseus made his way toward your small group, his confident smile firmly in place. You could tell it was mostly an act, a facade meant to dispel the lingering skepticism of the crew.

"Well, I'm off," He announced, adjusting the sword on his hip. The familiar weight seemed to ground him, offering a small measure of comfort. "Remember what we discussed," He added, turning to Eurylochus with a more serious expression. "I won't be long."

He patted both your shoulder and Polites' in a reassuring gesture, though his gaze lingered on you for a beat longer.

Halfway to the rope bridge connecting the ship to the floating island, you called out to him. "Wait, brother!"

He froze mid-step and turned back, raising a brow in mild exasperation that quickly softened into a deadpan look—one you knew all too well. "You can't join me," He said flatly, anticipating your protest.

"I wasn't going to ask that," You replied quickly.

Odysseus blinked, clearly caught off guard. He had fully expected you to argue. "Oh?"

"I need a favor," You admitted, glancing away for a moment before meeting his eyes again. His brow arched skeptically, and you could see him bracing for whatever catch lay in wait.

"...Which is?" He asked, his tone cautious.

"There are rumors that up there on the island," You began, nodding toward the distant landmass, "there are more creatures like our friend—"

"Your friend," He interrupted, but you ignored the jab and continued.

"We've decided it would be best for him to go up there, where he can be safe with his kind, instead of staying here... in danger."

Odysseus' expression softened, his piercing gaze taking on a warmth. He understood the weight behind your words, even if you didn't spell it out.

"I just wanted to know if you'd bring him with you," You finished.

"Of course," He said softly, his voice gentler than before. He glanced down at the lotus eater still clinging to you, its furry little arms wrapped tightly around you. Odysseus extended his hands toward you, awkwardly preparing to take it.

You carefully went to peel the creature away, but it clung tighter, its small claws pricking your skin—not enough to cause real pain, but enough to sting.

"You have to let go, bug," You whispered gently.

"No," It replied in a soft, almost pitiful voice, holding onto you like its life depended on it.

"You'll be fine," You assured it, stroking its fur with care. "There'll be others like you up there. You'll have friends to play with, and we'll come visit. I promise."

Though you doubted it understood your words, your tone seemed to soothe its nerves. Gradually, its grip loosened, and you were able to pull it away. As you handed it to Odysseus, the creature looked up at you with its wide violet eyes, filled with a silent plea that made your chest ache.

Odysseus took it carefully, holding it at arm's length like he wasn't quite sure how to handle the fragile little thing. His lips curved into a small, amused smile.

"You know," He said, glancing between you and the lotus eater, "it reminds me of you."

You blinked at him, confused. "What?"

He chuckled. "When we were kids, you were just like this, always clinging to me. You wouldn't leave my side for anything. Mother had to drag you off kicking and screaming half the time."

Heat crept up your neck at the embarrassing memory. You looked away, feigning interest in the crew members checking the ropes nearby. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't," He teased, his smirk widening.

"Everything's ready, Captain!" A crewman called out, cutting through the moment.

Odysseus straightened, his focus shifting back to the task at hand. "I won't be long," He promised, turning to you one last time. "Do you want to say goodbye?"

You hesitated, your chest tightening, but finally nodded. Reaching out, you gently petted the lotus eater's soft fur one last time and it nuzzled into your touch. "I'll miss you, buddy," You whispered.

As you watched your brother pull further away, Polites and Eurylochus stepped to either side of you. Polites gently placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch grounding you amidst the chaos of your thoughts.

"He's going to get us all killed." Eurylochus muttered from your right. His voice was low, defeated, and heavy with exhaustion.

"Well, isn't that a bit dramatic?" You replied, turning to him with a faint, teasing smile. Despite everything, you still believed in your brother. Sure, Odysseus didn't always make the best decisions, but those years training under Athena's guidance had to mean something, didn't they? Even if you held the smallest flicker of resentment for the privilege he was granted, your faith in him remained steadfast.

"It's not dramatic if it's true." Eurylochus shot back, running a hand down his face in frustration. He stepped away from you, retreating to lean against the railing of the ship, his posture tense and his shoulders weighed down by an invisible burden.

You glanced at Polites, and for a moment, your weak smile faltered. You could see the unease mirrored in his eyes. You knew you couldn't let Eurylochus spiral further.

Steeling yourself, you moved to stand beside the taller man, your shoulder brushing against his as you leaned on the railing. At the small gesture, he let out a faint smile—one that didn't quite reach his eyes. Still, you knew he offered it only for your sake.

"Hey," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "We'll get home, safe and sound. The Cyclops was just... an unfortunate circumstance, a string of bad luck. But look—we're here now. We found a small place to keep us safe, even if it's just for a little while."

You weren't entirely sure if your words were meant to reassure him or to convince yourself.

"Still..." Eurylochus began, but his voice trailed off as his gaze fixed on the swirling water below.

"Ody will reach a deal with Aeolus," Polites chimed in, stepping up on the other side of Eurylochus. Unlike the two of you, he didn't gaze out at the horizon; instead, he rested his elbows on the railing, his weight leaning into it as if the wooden frame could bear the weight of his hopes and doubts alike. "They'll help us get home."

"With that storm in the way, I doubt we'll make it." Eurylochus replied, his voice flat.

Without thinking, you rested your head on his shoulder and extended a hand for him to take. After a hesitant pause, he grasped it softly, his grip tentative but grounding. You didn't offer more words—sometimes there weren't any left to say. You knew how difficult it was to pull him out of his downward spiral, but for now, you could provide silent reassurance.

The moment stretched out between you in quiet solidarity. Though doubt and fear still bubbled beneath the surface of Eurylochus's mind, your presence, your touch, seemed to steady him. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly, and his heart, racing moments before, slowed to a calmer rhythm.

For now, the three of you stood together, anchored in each other's presence amidst the uncertainty of the vast sea.

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(Day 1)

When Odysseus returned, it was with a broad grin plastered across his face, a bag strapped to his back, and a flock of peculiar critters trailing closely behind him. He landed on the ship's deck with a heavy thud, the sound drawing every crew member's attention. The men hurriedly gathered around him, eager to uncover the reason behind his unusually cheerful demeanor. Surely, it had to be good news—what else could make their captain so pleased?

You, Polites, and Eurylochus elbowed your way through the throng of curious sailors, determined to get closer to your brother.

Odysseus unstrapped the bag from his shoulders, handling it with a strange mix of reverence and pride. He cradled it as if it were the most fragile artifact in the world, yet his triumphant stance made it clear he saw it as some sort of trophy.

"Captain, what's happening?" Perimedes' voice rose above the sea of murmurs, breaking the unspoken hesitation to address Odysseus directly.

"What's in the bag?" Elpenor chimed in, his curiosity as untamed as his excitement.

The momentary joy in your brother's expression faltered as he realized their questions might lead to trouble. Too much curiosity, he knew, could unravel even the best of plans. "Something dangerous, my friends. We mustn't linger."

The strange creatures that had been following Odysseus finally caught up, their unusual forms drawing your attention. They bore a passing resemblance to the small lotus eater you had befriended, but their differences were striking. Their coats lacked the earthy tones of your companion, replaced by shimmering hues of soft blues and silvers, and their eyes gleamed an unnerving, bright azure.

Most curious of all was how they moved—not quite flying, but floating through the air as though carried by unseen winds. Your lotus eater friend hovered among them, lifted by one of them wearing a goofy, lopsided grin. It warmed your heart to see how easily it'd been accepted into this strange, otherworldly family. Yet something about the critters' innocent smiles felt off, a warning you couldn't quite grasp but wished you had.

"It's treasure!" The floating creatures declared, their high-pitched voices slicing through the air.

That declaration caught everyone's attention. All eyes were on Odysseus now, but the mood had shifted. Most of the crew didn't look pleased. Instead, doubt flickered across their faces. Why would their captain—a king, no less—lie about something as trivial as treasure? Didn't he already have all the riches he could ever need and more?

Some questioned whether the strange creatures could even be trusted. What reason did they have to believe their words? Surely their captain—who had led them through countless trials and never failed them before—wouldn't stoop to keeping treasure for himself, right? He'd never lied to them before. Why start now, especially when they were so close to reaching home?

You, however, had no such doubts. You trusted Odysseus implicitly. You knew in your heart that he would never lie about something so important, and you wouldn't let anyone who dared question that truth off the hook so easily.

"What?" Odysseus' cheerful facade crumbled in an instant, his tone darkening.

As if satisfied with the chaos they had sown, the critters vanished. It happened so quickly you barely had time to blink, their sudden disappearance leaving an eerie silence in their wake.

"Open the bag!"

"Yeah, let's see what's inside!" Perimedes and Elpenor, undeterred by the odd events, pressed on, their excitement undiminished. You couldn't tell if they were genuinely curious or testing Odysseus' patience.

Elpenor leaned in, extending a hand toward the bag as though intending to open it himself.

"No. Do not." Odysseus' voice was sharp as he yanked the bag out of reach. He caught himself a moment later, realizing the effect his outburst had on the crew. Their raised brows and frowning faces reflected their growing unease.

Taking a steadying breath, Odysseus addressed them again, this time with a measured tone. "Listen closely, all of you. See how this bag is sealed tight? That's how it must remain. This bag holds the storm inside. If it opens, we're doomed. We cannot allow the rumor of treasure to spread."

His explanation hung heavy in the air, his words laced with urgency. Slowly, the reluctance on the crew's faces began to shift into hesitant acceptance. None dared openly defy their captain, though doubt lingered in the corners of their eyes.

"We'll try."

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(Day 2)

You inhaled deeply, the salty tang of the ocean air filling your lungs, and exhaled slowly through your mouth. The horizon stretched out before you, an infinite expanse of blues blending seamlessly into the sky. The sunlight glittered on the waves like scattered diamonds, painting a picture so tranquil it almost felt like a dream. You stared at the water's surface, wondering what mysteries lay beneath—what strange creatures roamed the depths, hidden from mortal eyes. You'd long since concluded that you'd never know, but the speculation always brought a spark of wonder to your day.

So far, your journey through the endless sea had been surprisingly pleasant. No storms had risen to test your resolve, just the ceaseless rhythm of the waves and the warm embrace of the sun above.

Odysseus stood beside you, silent and composed. The two of you didn't need words to share these moments; you never had. There was an unspoken understanding between you, a quiet bond forged through years of shared hardship and triumph. These rare peaceful intervals, though fleeting, meant everything.

A yawn escaped your brother's lips, and though you kept your gaze fixed on the horizon, you could feel his exhaustion. He hadn't rested since acquiring the bag of winds. It wasn't unusual for Odysseus to forgo sleep, pouring himself into his duties as if the weight of the world rested solely on his shoulders. But it didn't sit right with you. No one should have to endure that—not even him.

"You really need to sleep." You said at last, turning to face him.

Odysseus glanced at you, the weariness in his eyes betraying his stoic facade. "I can't. Not until we're home."

"Is this about the bag? Do you really think they'd be foolish enough to open it?"

"Don't underestimate them." He replied, his tone flat but firm.

You rolled your eyes and smirked. "Wow, alright, Mister Wise Guy." Playfully, you gave him a light shove, earning a faint smile from him in return. "But seriously, do you want me to watch it while you rest?"

Odysseus hesitated, his expression uncertain.

"It doesn't have to be me," You added, trying to reassure him. "You still have Polites... or Eurylochus. He's your second in command for a reason."

"It's not that I don't trust you," He said softly, almost to himself. "I just... I can't risk it."

"You do realize that sounds a lot like you don't trust us, right?"

Instead of answering, your brother turned his gaze back to the endless sea. His silence spoke volumes.

"What do you think Mother's doing right now?" He asked suddenly, steering the conversation into safer waters.

"Oh, so we're doing this again." You said, folding your arms. "Every time I try to get you to open up, you change the subject. It's okay to be vulnerable, you know. I'm your sister."

Odysseus glanced at you, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "Why do you throw yourself into danger so much?"

Your face warmed, and you quickly looked away. "I think she's weaving." You muttered, ignoring his question.

He chuckled, the sound warm and familiar. In moments like these, it was impossible to deny how much alike you were. After a pause, he squinted, clearly mulling over his own answer.

"Well, I think she's... playing with Telemachus!" He decided, the corners of his mouth quirking up.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Of course she would be. Do you remember how she reacted when she first saw him? We had to drag her out of the room."

The memory pulled a laugh from Odysseus, one of those rare, unguarded ones. It was contagious, and soon you were laughing too.

"How old is he now?" You asked once your laughter faded. "Ten?"

"Yes." He nodded, his expression softening. "I'm keeping track of every single day that passes. I can't wait to finally get home—to see him and my beautiful Penelope—"

"Beautiful Penelope" You mocked, mimicking his dreamy tone. "By the gods, you're a lost cause."

"I was a lost cause the day I met her." He admitted with a grin.

"I know! I was there!"

He laughed again and reached over to ruffle your hair like he used to when you were children. Not that he ever really stopped, but it still made you feel like you were ten years old again. You batted his hand away, muttering protests as you tried to smooth your hair back into place.

"When we get home... what's the first thing you'll do?" You asked after a moment, your voice quieter.

Odysseus's smile softened. "I'll hug them as hard as I can and never let go again."

A comfortable silence settled between you, broken only by the gentle lapping of the waves against the ship. These were the moments you cherished most—the calm before the inevitable storm.

Odysseus's expression shifted suddenly, his brow furrowing. "What's this I hear about my 'something stupid face'?"

You blinked, feigning innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Word spreads fast on this ship," He said, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Well, if you must know," You replied matter-of-factly, "you make a very distinct face when you're about to do something stupid. Hence, the name 'something stupid face.'"

"Oh, wow." He raised an eyebrow, his tone mock serious. "You dare talk like that about your captain?"

"Please," You shot back, smirking. "You're only my captain when it's convenient for you."

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(Day 4)

You had to bribe the medic to give you a few strips of cloth, promising him you'd make it up to him somehow. You weren't exactly sure how yet, but you'd figure it out. The rest of the day had been spent in solitude, tucked into your own little corner of the ship. The task at hand: repairing Polites' broken glasses.

It seemed simple enough—at least at first. The glasses had been torn into three pieces: one half split cleanly, and the other fractured again. The lenses were cracked, the fractures running through the glass like tiny spiderwebs. It was a miracle they hadn't completely shattered or popped out of the frames. Yet despite how straightforward the repair looked, you kept failing. Tinkering was not one of your strong suits.

Still, you refused to give up. Days of fiddling and trial and error finally led to something resembling a passable fix. It wasn't perfect by any stretch, but... decent. Yes, definitely decent. You'd tied the parts together with the cloth strips, the makeshift knots holding the frames together like delicate stitches in a wound.

Satisfied—or at least as satisfied as you were going to get—you scanned the ship for Polites. You were eager to give him the glasses before they fell apart in your hands. The gods knew that every fragile thing you touched seemed cursed to break. After some searching, you spotted him speaking to one of the younger sailors. Polites squinted at something the younger man had pointed out in the distance.

You hung back, waiting for their conversation to end. The younger sailor eventually nodded and walked off, heading toward the direction he had indicated. Seizing the opportunity, you hurried toward Polites, clutching the glasses like they were made of glass, which... they kind of were. Just as his gaze began to drift in your direction, you quickly hid the repaired glasses behind your back.

"Oh, [Name]!" He waved you over with his usual warmth.

You approached, and his eyes immediately narrowed in suspicion at the way your hands were hidden. "What do you have there?" he asked, his brow quirking.

"Oh, you know..." You hesitated, then slowly pulled your hands from behind your back, raising the glasses to eye level—way too close to his face.

He squinted, leaning his head back to get a better look. "...Ta-da!" You exclaimed, though your voice wavered slightly with nerves.

It took him a moment to recognize what you were holding, but when he did, his expression softened with surprise. "You actually went back to get them?"

"Yes, uhh, I wanted to see if I could repair them... and I think I did?" You let out an awkward chuckle as he gently took the glasses from your hands.

"Wow." He murmured, turning them over carefully.

"Be gentle!" You blurted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. You knew how fragile the repairs were and didn't want them to snap apart under the slightest pressure.

He slowed his movements, though you could tell he wasn't too worried about breaking them. Still, he humored you, handling the glasses as delicately as if they were made of porcelain.

"So," You asked, your voice bubbling with excitement, "what do you think?"

He slid the glasses onto his face with deliberate care, blinking a few times as his eyes adjusted. Then, his face lit up with a broad smile. "I love them! Thank you so much!"

Before you could respond, he stepped forward and pulled you into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around you with a kind of easy, genuine warmth, and you felt the tension you hadn't realized you'd been holding melt away. You hugged him back, your chin brushing against his shoulder as you smiled. For a moment, the creak of the ship and the chatter of the crew faded, leaving just the two of you in that quiet, unspoken gratitude.

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(Day 6)

The tension on the ship was impossible to ignore now. Men muttered behind cupped hands, their words laced with resentment toward their captain. You'd found yourself playing mediator more often than not, breaking up arguments between even the most loyal crew members and those who dared to voice their doubts about your brother. The relief you'd felt after the storm had subsided had been short-lived, overshadowed by the gnawing fear of mutiny brewing beneath the surface.

Despite the unease, the morning had been relatively calm—until you overheard two familiar voices spitting venom about your brother. Elpenor and Perimedes stood near the railing, leaning casually as though their treacherous words were as harmless as the sea breeze. They spoke loudly, with a reckless sort of pride, questioning whether the bag your brother guarded so fiercely held wind or treasure—and whether his intentions were to share it with the crew at all.

Their voices carried, unbothered by the idea that someone might hear—or perhaps they thought themselves untouchable.

You couldn't stand by and let them slander Odysseus. It didn't matter that they'd been civil—maybe even kind—to you in the past. This crossed a line. You stepped forward, your voice sharp and unwavering as you called them out. "You're spouting nonsense," you said, glaring at them. "If you're going to speak ill of your captain, at least have the decency to do it in private. Show an ounce of honor."

Elpenor straightened, his lip curling into a sneer. "Of course you'd think that. You're his sister." His tone dripped with mockery. Under his breath, he added, "Damn royals..."

Your fists clenched at your sides. "You'll eat your words."

"Oh, will we now?" Perimedes shot back, his smirk infuriatingly smug. "For all we know, you and your brother are in on this together. Why should we trust you? Hiding treasure, plotting behind our backs—it's what royals do, isn't it?"

The insinuation stung, but before you could fire back or let the situation spiral into something physical, a sharp voice cut through the tension.

"Enough."

Eurylochus stepped in, his expression like thunderclouds over the horizon. He shot Elpenor and Perimedes a look that could have silenced a storm, then turned to you. "Leave it," he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument.

The two men didn't bother hiding their muttered jabs as you reluctantly stepped away, but Eurylochus's pointed glare made you swallow your pride. This wasn't worth it. Not now. Not like this.

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(Day 9)

The ship rocked gently, the waves lapping softly against its sides. The night was calm, the stars scattered like grains of salt across an inky sky, their light reflecting faintly off the ocean. The ship's crew was mostly asleep, save for a few sailors who quietly tended to their duties, their movements blending into the stillness. The air was cool, carrying the salty tang of the sea, and the faint creak of the wood beneath you was the only sound besides the whisper of the wind.

Movement beneath your head stirred you from your slumber. It was deep into the night, and you, Eurylochus, and Polites had huddled together for warmth, leaning against a stack of barrels that offered some shelter from the biting sea breeze. Polites had his head resting heavily on your shoulder, his mouth slightly agape, with a thin trail of drool glistening from his mouth to his chin. His arms clung tightly to your right one, as though afraid you might vanish in the night. Polites slept like a stone, utterly oblivious to the world around him.

Your own head had been nestled against Eurylochus' shoulder, his arm resting lightly around your waist. The past few days had been hard on him, leaving him restless, his sleep fitful. It wasn't surprising to find him stirring so late into the night.

As you raised your free hand to rub the sleep from your eyes, the grogginess in your mind made it hard to fully process what was happening. But even through the haze, you knew it was Eurylochus trying to slip away.

"What are you doing?" You mumbled, your voice weak and hoarse with sleep. The question made him pause, caught mid movement.

"I just need to stretch my legs a bit." He replied softly, his voice careful not to disturb Polites.

Finally, your eyes focused on him, and a faint pang of concern stirred in your chest. "Is everything alright? Are you alright?" You asked, your tone gentle but probing. Your hand reached out to lightly caress his bicep, a silent reassurance that you were there if he needed to talk.

His gaze softened, his lips curling into a weak, hesitant smile. He didn't want to lie to you, but neither did he want to burden you, especially with home so close. The last thing he wanted was to dampen the few precious days you had left before your journey's end. "Of course." He said after a moment. "I'll be right back, alright?"

You studied him for a beat, then sighed. "...Alright." Shifting slightly, you leaned more fully against Polites, knowing there was no need to be overly careful—he wouldn't wake no matter what you did.

Eurylochus slipped free of your grasp, but he didn't leave immediately. He lingered, sensing there was something else on your mind. He knew that look in your eyes.

"Could you check on Ody?" You asked, your voice quiet but insistent. "He hasn't slept in days, and that stubborn mule won't let us help him."

Eurylochus chuckled softly, his breath warm in the cool air. "I will." He promised, though you couldn't tell it was a lie. He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your temple, and you smiled faintly at the gesture, already letting your heavy eyelids drift shut as you rested your head against Polites'.

Eurylochus watched you for a moment longer, his expression softening into something almost bittersweet. Then, with one last look, he turned and disappeared into the shadows of the quiet ship.

Your rest was short-lived. You woke to a cacophony of shouting and the sound of hurried footsteps pounding against the wooden deck. The ship was alive with chaos, every inch of it trembling under the weight of frenzied motion. You jolted upright, the haze of sleep instantly replaced by the kind of clarity only fear could bring—as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over your head. The sudden movement startled not only you but Polites as well, who shot up beside you, his eyes wide with alarm.

The scene before you was pure bedlam. Crew members scrambled wildly, clutching at railings, each other, and the masts in a desperate attempt to steady themselves. Some shouted orders; others screamed incoherently. Your senses reeled, struggling to piece together what was happening.

Then you saw it.

Near the center of the ship, right beside the bag your brother had been guarding with his life, stood a shadowy figure. Panic gripped your chest like a vice. You barely registered the unnatural motion of the ship until the ground beneath your feet felt weightless. You stumbled to the railing and froze, heart pounding.

The ship wasn't just moving—it was flying.

Soaring through the air, a few meters above the ocean's surface, the ship hurtled forward at a speed you'd never imagined possible. The world around you blurred, the salty wind stinging your face as it whipped past. You glimpsed the island of Aeolus—the god of the winds—shrinking rapidly in the distance behind you. It took you nine agonizing days to make that journey before, and now, you were covering it in mere minutes. The realization chilled you to your core.

Your eyes darted around the ship at a frantic pace, desperately searching for your brother. Anything. Anyone. "Where's Eury?! Where's my brother?!" You shouted, your voice cracking under the weight of rising dread.

The chaos only grew. The ship lurched violently, throwing some men to the deck while others clung to anything within reach. Between the screams and the deafening rush of wind, you caught the sound of your brother's voice.

"Help me close the bag!" Odysseus was shouting, his voice strained. You turned and saw him, along with a few other men, struggling to close the bag of winds. The force within it raged like a living storm, tearing at their hands and threatening to burst free entirely. It was a desperate battle, one they were barely holding on to.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, it ended.

The ship crashed down into the ocean with a thunderous impact, sending an enormous wave cascading over the deck. The entire fleet, dragged along with your ship, followed suit. The splash was so massive, so powerful, that for a moment you thought it might sink the ship entirely. But the sea eventually calmed, leaving behind a stunned silence.

All that could be heard were the labored breaths of the crew, each man frozen in place, too disoriented to speak. One moment they were sound asleep, and the next, they were soaring through the heavens. It was almost too much for the mind to process.

You looked around, your eyes settling on the jagged, towering rocks that now surrounded you. They rose like silent sentinels, sharp and foreboding, forming a semicircle that trapped the ships in an unyielding embrace. The rocks loomed over you, as if mocking your insignificance, their very presence oppressive.

For a brief moment, there was nothing but the eerie stillness. Then, a voice.

"ODYSSEUS OF ITHACA!"

It boomed across the water, loud and commanding, yet strangely inviting, as though it had been waiting an eternity to speak those words. But then, the tone shifted. The warmth drained away, replaced by a bitter edge that seeped into every syllable.

"Do you know who I am?"

The voice dripped with venom, each word laced with resentment. It wasn't a question. It was a challenge.

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So after we arrived at the place, thankfully we weren’t cuffed anymore, but we weren’t in the clear either. We’re kinda in trouble.

“So we’re going to prison.” I looked at Sam and Steve as we walked to the place where they were gonna let us be in

“No, we’re not.” Steve answered

“Well this kinda looks like we are.”

“This isn’t prison.” Steve said

“I cannot believe my first time being arrested was because I decided to follow two idiots and go against the law.”

“Ow, what? You regret it now?” Steve pouted

I just rolled my eyes. “Shut up, this is your fault.”

“My fault?!”

“Yes! We should’ve let the CIA catch Bucky, why the hell did we even bother going to Bucharest? Look where we ended up, and where’s Bucky? Arrested.”

“Oh please.” Sam rolled his eyes “Even you said that this didn’t make any sense.”

“You shut up, tú lo que eres es un lambe ojos, I don’t wanna hear it.” I told him

“Hey, don’t talk to me in Spanish.” He pointed at me

“You’re a kiss ass.”

“Oh look who’s talking.” He looked at Steve and they chuckled

I sighed. “I hate you both.”

We saw Natasha walking in our direction and she approached us.

“You” she pointed at me “Aren’t supposed to be here.”

“Well if I would’ve known it was gonna get this bad, I wouldn’t have come.” I shrugged

“Liar.” Sam looked at me

“For the record, this is what making things worse looks like.” She said in a low voice

“He's alive.” Steve told her

We walked into the office and we saw Tony talking on the phone.

“Consequences? You bet there'll be consequences” Tony said while looking at us three “Obviously you can quote me on that cause I just said it, anything else?... Thank you, sir.” He said before hanging up the call

"Consequences?" Steve said

“Secretary Ross wants the three of you prosecuted, had to give him something.” He shrugged as he started to walk away

“I'm not getting that shield back, am I?”

“Technically it's the government's property” Natasha said “Wings too.” she looked at Sam

“That's cold.” Sam shook his head

“Warmer than jail!” Tony said

“Well, he's got a point.” I sighed “What the hell are we supposed to do now anyways? Die of boredom?”

“Well you can always play Stop with Sam.” Steve looked at me “I’m sure there are some papers and pens laying around somewhere.”

“That'll be great.” I looked at Sam

“Fine, but only because I'll probably die of boredom too.” he said

“Guess we'll be playing Stop then, wanna join, grandpa?” I looked at Steve

“I'm good.” He chuckled “Good luck.”

(...)

It’s been like an hour. I’m getting bored and I honestly want to leave. I just can’t be sitting around doing nothing, I get bored. We're now in the office, the three of us and Sharon, as we watch that doctor evaluate Bucky.

“Why would the Task Force release this photo to begin with?” Steve spoke breaking the silence

“Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?” Sharon shrugged

“Right.” Steve nodded “Its a good way to flush a guy out of hiding, set off a bomb, get your picture taken, get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier.”

“You're saying someone framed him to find him?” I asked him

“Steve, we looked for the guy for almost a year after Austria and found nothing.” Sam told him

“We didn't bomb the UN, that turns a lot of heads.” Steve said

“Yeah but that doesn't guarantee that whoever framed him would get him, it guarantees we would.” Sharon replied and then frowned kinda getting all the pieces together

“Yeah.” Steve turned to look back at the monitor

“Tell me Bucky, you've seen a great deal, haven't you?” Zemo asked Bucky

“I don't wanna talk about it.” Bucky responded

“You fear that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop.” Zemo replied

I kinda don't like this.

“I got a bad feeling.” I whispered to Sam as I leaned my elbows on the table

“About what?” He whispered back

“All this.” I sighed “It’s just.. it’s kinda weird.”

“Don't worry” Zemo added “We only have to talk about one.”

And just seconds after that, the power went out and the whole office was dark. Sam and I looked at each other and we kinda already knew that something was not right.

“Bad feeling alright.” Sam looked at me

“What the fuck?” I said and Steve turned around looking at Sharon

“Sub-level five, east wing.” She told him and he immediately looked at me like telling me to go with him

“Just go.” I said

Sam and Steve both stormed out of the office and I stayed there for a few minutes. I saw that Tony and Natasha were walking towards the door and Sharon saw them too.

“Come on.” She said to me

I got up and followed her. When we got out, we were kinda in like a lobby or some shit and there was Bucky just punching anyone who tried to stop him.

“Forget it, I’d rather get arrested.” I said after seeing how Bucky fought with Tony, but the poor man ended up on the floor.

I was really thinking about turning around and going back to where I came from, but before I could even think about leaving, Sharon grabbed my arm.

“You’re not leaving.” She said

“I’m sorry, but who was the one who almost died last time when he appeared in Washington?” She opened her mouth to talk, but I didn’t let her “Exactly, this time I’ll watch everything from a very far distance.”

“But you’re trained better than me.” She looked at me.

“You’re working for the CIA.”

“Cat! You gotta help me.”

I just rolled my eyes. “I should’ve stayed in New York.” I said starting to go down the stairs and she followed me

He might succeed and kill me this time.

When we first got there, Sharon was the first to kick him and I had no other choice than to follow her. It didn’t take long before Bucky was throwing her onto a table, breaking it, and grabbing me by the neck with his metal arm and pushing me onto one of the other tables there. I tried to get him off me once he started choking the shit out of me, but it was obviously impossible to even push him away.

“You could at least recognize me.” I managed to say, words barely coming out of me, as I tried to breath and also get him off me

My sight was starting to get all blurry and then I finally felt his hand releasing my neck. I rolled off the table coughing trying to catch my breath and when I managed to get on my feet again, I ran out of there trying to look for Sam and Steve. I even went outside but there were too many people running and screaming that it was literally impossible to find someone. I just opted to get the hell away from there and ended up walking for almost 40 minutes, also, trying to not get caught by the freaking helicopter that was looking for us.

I arrived at what looked like a small bookstore and decided to call Sam because I had no idea where they might be.

“Hey.” He answered

“Are you guys okay?” I asked him “Where the hell did you go?”

“I sent you the location of where we are.” He said “Come quick tho.”

“On my way.”

I hung up and went straight to Sam's conversation, I saw the pin and realized it wasn't so far from where I was so I decided to walk there and I literally arrived in almost 20 minutes. It was like an old auto shop kinda?

I got in and I saw Steve, Sam and Bucky inside.

“Took you forever.” Sam said

“Y'all literally vanished.” I rolled my eyes “And also, I had to make sure nobody saw me, there's a fucking helicopter looking for us, did you guys know that?”

“Are you okay?” Steve asked

“I’m fine.” I nodded and then I looked over at Bucky

Now that I have him closer and he's not trying to kill me, I definitely noticed that he looked a little different than the last time I saw him. Starting with his hair, which is a little longer.

If it wasn’t because he's a super soldier, I would smash my fist straight into that perfect face of his right now.

“And we meet again, soldat.” I stood in front of him folding my arms “So much for not wanting to be found, huh.”

“Not that I was planning on running into you three, specially not you.” He responded

“Well look at us now.” I gave him the most sarcastic smile ever

“Alright, that’s enough.” Steve said and I just stepped away from Bucky “I see Cat made quite the first impression.” He looked at his friend

“You don’t say.” Bucky sighed

“Oh he did too, trust me.” I scoffed “You do know we all have a fucking target on our backs, right?” I looked at Steve

“He didn't do it.” He said

“Oh I knew that since the moment we saw the news.” I nodded “I just can't really comprehend why the fuck would you go through all this shit when we already have secretary Ross on our asses because of the fucking accords and now we also have the CIA looking for us!”

“No offense, but that's a little hypocrite coming from you.” Bucky said to me “Why do you care so much about following orders now?”

“Offense and listen, you really shouldn't be talking shit after what's been happening.” I turned to look at him “You should've listened to me when you had the chance.”

“You really wanna do this now?” He raised an eyebrow

“Alright, enough.” Steve sighed

“You know what? I kinda want to.” I stepped closer to him, completely ignoring Steve

Not that I wanted to ignore him, but I'm actually kinda mad so my mind is only focusing on Bucky.

“Then why don't you do it, agent?” Bucky said to me

I just sighed. “You really are starting to get on my last nerve, who would’ve thought.”

“Shut up, both of you.” Steve said in a more serious tone “That's enough.”

“What the hell are we supposed to do now?” I turned around looking now at Steve

“That's why we called you.” Sam said

“I'm not tryna put my ass on the line again! We got enough with the accords to also be dealing with escaping from the fucking CIA.”

“What? You regret it now? Cause if that's the case, by all means, go talk to Tony, I’m sure he’ll welcome you with open arms.” He said folding his arms

“Don't be ridiculous, I’ve always been on your side, but this is fucking insane.”

“And don’t you think I know that? I’m tryna think of what to do now.” He said and I let out a sigh

“I just don’t want us to end up worst than we already are.. if that’s even possible.”

“It is, we could be in jail.” Sam said

“Relax, it won’t happen.” He said and I just leaned on the wall without saying anything else. “Who was that guy?” He asked Bucky

“I don't know.” He responded

“People are dead.” Steve started saying “The bombing, the setup.. the doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with you, I need you to do better than "I don't know".”

“He wanted to know about Siberia, where I was kept.” He said after a few seconds “He wanted to know exactly where.”

“Why would he need to know that?” Steve asked

“Because I'm not the only Winter Soldier.” he replied

“Woah, hang the fuck on.” I shook my head

“Cat.” Steve looked at me

“No, wait, I'm with her on this one.” Sam spoke “You're saying there are more like you?” He asked Bucky

“Yes.” He nodded

“Who were they?” Steve asked

“Their most elite death squad” Bucky replied “More kills than anyone in HYDRA history and that was before the serum.”

“They all turned out like you?” I asked him

“Worse.” He looked at me

“The doctor, could he control them?” Steve questioned

“Enough.”

“He said he wanted to see an empire fall.” Steve added

“With these guys he could do it.” Bucky nodded “They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize, they can take a whole country down in one night and you'd never see them coming.”

“Well this is just great.” I said with sarcasm

“This would've been a lot easier a week ago.” Sam walked over to Steve and I

“If we call Tony..” Steve started saying and I scoffed

“I don’t think we’ll believe us.” I cut him off

“Even if he did..”

“Who knows if the accords would let him help.” I said and Steve let out a sigh

“We're on our own then.” He looked at the both of us

“Maybe not.” Sam shrugged and we both looked at him “I know a guy.”

“So” I looked at Steve “What's next, Cap?”

“I need to make a few calls.” He said “And we need to get out of here.”

“We gotta stay low tho.” Sam said

“Yeah, very low.” I nodded

“I'll be right back.” Steve walked out, I supposed so that he could make "a few calls"

Sam walked out too and I took a deep breath. This is insane.

I looked at Bucky and then I sat on the floor in front of him.

“So” I crossed my legs “Being framed is fun huh.”

“You have no idea.” He sighed “How'd you know it wasn't me?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve been tracking you.” I replied “…From a distance, of course.”

“Of course you have.” He said not at all surprised “Does Steve knows?”

“No, of course not.” I shook my head

“Why? Felt guilty?”

I let out a sigh. “A little.”

“He’s gonna find out eventually.”

“Yeah, I know.” I nodded “I’ve been thinking about telling him, but I just don’t know how he’s gonna react.”

I should tell him. I really should because maybe we wouldn't be in this mess right now if it wasn't for me.

“You have a certain look on your face, agent.” Bucky said in almost a whisper “What is it?”

“I just.. I think I better tell him now.”

“He's not gonna be happy.”

“I know.” I sighed “But I have to.. better late than never.”

I looked back and saw Steve standing next to Sam, who was actually talking on the phone.

“Steve.” I cleared my throat and I stood up from the floor “I, um.. can we talk?” I said and he looked at me “I kinda need to tell you something.”

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded “Wanna go outside?”

“Well I don’t want the police to see us, so here it’s fine.”

I was really anxious. I didn’t even know how to start.

“What is it?” He asked when he saw that I was pretty impatient

“Okay, I’m just gonna say it.” I sighed “Remember when I went with Sam to Europe? To find Bucky.”

“Yeah, what happened?”

“Okay, well remember that we did found him, right? We told you we were in Austria.”

“Yes, Cat, I remember everything, where are you going with this?”

“I didn't lost him.. I, uh..” I bit my lip nervously “I let him go.” I finally confessed, he looked at me a little confused

“What are you talking about?” He frowned and then looked at Bucky “What is she talking about?” He pointed at me

“I was the one who talked to him that day.”

“Yeah and if I remember correctly, he got all defensive and threw you across the room, you were all bruised and even had a cut.” He said “What do you mean you let him go?”

“I talked to him, he said that he needed time and I just.. I simply decided to let him go.”

“Simply decided?” He raised an eyebrow

“Look, I’m sorry.”

“What the hell happened exactly for you to let him go like that?”

“Don't be mad at her, it's my fault.” Bucky interrupted us and Steve looked at him “I was just trying to remember everything on my own.”

“Stop.” I looked at him “I should've knocked the fuck out of you and drag you out of there.”

“Yeah, you should have.” Steve nodded “You realize that because you let him go we’re in this position now, right?”

“Yes!” I raised my voice “I made a mistake, I know and I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think it was too big of a deal at the moment, he just wanted to remember everything on his own and I thought that was okay.”

“Well it clearly wasn't.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t.” I sighed “But at least my intuition was right! He didn't do anything.”

“But look where we are now!”

“But that’s not entirely my fault now, is it?” I said “I mean, the fucker who messed with his head is the real responsible here, he could’ve done it even if Bucky was with us.”

“That’s not the point…”

“It is! It kinda is.” I cut him off

“Cat, you’re not realizing the consequences that your actions had.”

“I am! Trust me, I am realizing it and I knew what I was getting myself into when I made that decision.”

He clicked his tongue. “I just can’t believe you could do something like this knowing it would have consequences. I just..” he sighed “I can't believe that you, out of all people, could do this.”

“I know it was wrong but I just..”

“What?” He looked at me with his hands on his hips

I let out a sigh. “You're really mad at me, aren't you?”

“A little.” He nodded “And a little disappointed too, you were supposed to do your job and I asked you to do it because I knew you were the only one who would do it no questions asked.”

“I know and I'm sorry.”

“We could've prevented this.”

“I know.” I sighed feeling guilty as hell “I really am sorry.. trust me if I could go back in time and change what happened, I would.”

He let out a sigh. “I'll go see if Sam's done so we can get the hell out of here.” He said walking out again before we could say something else

I just sighed and then leaned on the wall. Bucky's eyes found mine and he took a deep breath as he sat straight.

“I'm sorry for trying to kill you.” He said looking at my neck

“It's fine.” I said “Not the first time anyway.”

“Sorry.”

“At least you’re apologizing now.”

“Apology accepted then?”

“I don’t know, I’ll think about it.” I sat on the floor facing him “I tend to hold grudges.”

“Well that’s not good.”

“Do I look like I care?” I tilted my head

“You got issues, you know?”

“Well.. that makes two of us.” I shrugged

“…Can't argue with that.” He shook his head and I chuckled

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Cold- Toxic Shigaraki x Fem!Reader Part 1

This took me way~ too long. There'll be a part 2, and an alternative ending. Not sure when they'll be out tho.

Angst | 1,868 words

This was written in the span of months, so the writing style slightly changes.

Warnings!: Toxic relationship, Shiggy being a sadist, arguments (mostly one sided), some Dabi x reader (mostly platonic??) but NO infidelity, some loser hitting on reader, Shiggy dusting someone.

Part One | Part Two | Alt. Ending

You thought that you would be happy. You thought that if you left your family, your hobbies, your beliefs, your life, he would make you happy.

But he hasn't. In fact, he's getting worse every day.

He's been so busy with trying to kill the heroes, that he's completely ignored you. Leaving you lonely, and wishing for your old life back.

Sighing, you got out of your Tomura's bed and walked toward the meeting room. He was supposed to be back hours ago! It was past midnight and your stubborn husband still hasn't come back to his room.

Stepping inside you glanced around all of the higher villains to see your beloved hubby; Shigaraki Tomura. You nervously made your way towards him, avoiding the hungry eyes of muscular men as much as possible.

You almost made it to him when a rough hand yanked at your arm. "Watcha doing here Doll? Looking for someone?" A deep voice whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver in repulsion.

"Yes, I'm looking for Shigaraki." You reply, causing the man to chuckle.

"Oh? Shigaraki you say.. do you know him personally? Or are you looking for a way to get rewarded somehow?"

"He's actually my husb-" a loud, raspy laugh filled your ears as the man shook in humor. "Shigaraki loves no one. Not even a pretty little jewel like you."

"Well then, take me to him." You retort, annoyance pulsing through your being.

"Fine. But your consequence is your consequence." The man tugged at your arm as he pulled you toward Shigaraki. "Shigaraki! This woman says that she's your wife! Make an example outta her and dust her!" The man laughed, dark eyes filled with dark humor.

Shigaraki turned, a hand scratching at his neck. Wincing, you knew that he was irritated, that was never a good thing.

Shigaraki looked at you up and down, an unreadable expression in his crimson eyes as he turned to the man who held your arm. By the fire in his eyes, and his increasing scratching, you knew that he was now angry.

Slowly walking over to the two of you, Shigaraki stopped in front of the man. Grasping the man's neck with three fingers, Shigaraki yanked the man's head toward his, fingers dancing on his neck impatiently.

"Don't touch what's not yours." Shigaraki growled before placing all five of his fingers onto the man's neck, instantly turning him into dust.

Glancing toward your slightly shaking form, Shigaraki placed three fingers onto your wrist and pulled.

"Come." He growled. You couldn't help but feel nervous at your husband's angry tone, he was deadly when he got angry. After scrambling to keep up with your angry lover, you arrived into your shared room.

"Tomu-"

"Why were you there?" Shigaraki asked with a cold tone.

"I-I wanted to check on you.."

"What are your orders?"

"Tom-"

"Your orders." Shigaraki demanded, eyes glued to your slightly shaking form.

"Stay inside my room. No matter what." You pout, folding your arms against your chest.

"Right. So why. Why did you disobey me?"

"I-I just wanted you to get some rest.."

"Don't worry about me. Worry about following your orders, and only that."

"But I'm your wife! I need to take care of you."

"Wife? Don't be pathetic (y/n). We're not married. You owe me nothing but obedience."

"B-but you gave me a ring.. you told me it was the same.."

"That was just to shut you up! Gosh (y/n) your such an idiot." Tomura cackled, crimson eyes protruding bitter rage.

As Tomura turned to walk away you grasped at your heart, starting to hyperventilate. "B-but you promised." You whimper, eyes tearing up.

"I owe you nothing. Because you are nothing. You're only purpose is to stay still, obey your orders, and look pretty when I decide to take you out."

"You said you'd make me happy!" You yell, tears falling down your face. Tomura just turned around before grinning wickedly.

"Oh (y/n). You're so sexy when you cry."

At that, you broke. Falling onto your knees you sobbed and screamed as Tomura walked out, an evil grin stuck on his face.

The next morning you awoke on the floor, limbs aching. After getting up you washed up in your shared bathroom before getting dressed. After doing your daily chores you crawled into bed, waiting for Tomura to come back.

As you waited you remembered the cruel words he said to you, tears falling down your cheeks as you repeated them in your head.

You and your hopes for your future with pathetic.

You were an idiot to think that the love of your life actually wanted you as his bride.

You were nothing.

Nothing but some pet that was expected to follow orders.

As you silently cried the door opened. Revealing an exhausted Tomura. As he stepped in you quickly closed your eyes, not wanting to talk with the man that broke you.

After stripping, he climbed into bed, pressing his bare chest to your back.

"Are you awake (y/n)? He asked, his deep voice low as he whispered in your ear. You remained quiet, breathing softly. Scoffing, Tomura squeezed your waist before falling asleep.

A few hours later you woke up to Tomura wiggling his way out of your hold. Sitting up, you rubbed at your puffy eyes.

"Oh. (Y/n)." Tomura mumbled, stopping his movements to get up.

"Tomura.. can we talk?" You whisper, tears pricking at your (e/c) eyes.

"I have a meeting to attend. Can this wait until tonight?"

"I-I just have one question."

"And I just have one meeting (y/n). Stop being so selfish." At that, Tomura got up and left the room, shutting the door harshly. Sighing, you pitifully laid back in bed, clinging to Tomura's pillow as tears fell down your cheeks.

A few hours later you paced around the room before grabbing one of the few books in the entire building. Tomura wasn't too keen on the idea of reading, but he gifted you some when he was just the leader of the League of Villains.

Life was good then. He trusted you, gave you the freedom to wander around the hideout, and loved you in any way possible. He cuddled you as he gamed, and he gifted you things you liked.

But, as his power grew he stopped viewing you as a person. He viewed you as some kinda trophy. Something to take out and show off once in a while, but besides that keep locked up. He held you when he slept, but that was because he grew used to your warmth. And wouldn't take no for an answer. Your "gifts" were now solely a sore body whenever he felt like it.

And when you misbehaved, he dusted things you liked. Including your favorite books and movies. And just recently your TV. So now, all you had were three books. Your shared bed -including your comforter and pillows-, a gaping hole of a heart, and a teddy bear that Tomura bought you when you first met, telling you to use it for comfort.

Grabbing your favorite book out of the three, you cuddle into your teddy bear. After a few hours you grabbed a different book, sighing as you saw the time.

9:48 pm

He's been gone all day. After reading for a few more hours you started pacing back and forth, hands entangled in your hair.

After about a half hour of pacing the door slowly opened. Scoffing, you noted it was 1:29 am.

"Tomura." You mutter, dropping your hands to your sides.

"What are you still doing up." Tomura sighed, moving to strip down to his boxers.

"You said we could talk once you were done with your meeting." You answer, folding your arms against your chest.

"I'm tired (y/n). We can talk about your little nagging later."

"Excuse me? Nagging?"

" 'Tomura, I want more books.' 'Tomura I want another TV.' 'Tomura I want you to pay more attention to me'. Right?"

"No! This is about last night!" You exclaim, getting annoyed at Tomura's attitude.

"What? Did I hurt your feelings?"

"Yes! You said some really cruel things! And I need to know if you meant them or not!"

"Yes retard. I did. I meant every single word I said to you. In fact, I have some more if you're going to be a baby about everything."

"Tomura! You're treating me like some sort of trophy! I'm a human being! Stop acting like I'm some sort of pet!"

Tomura just chuckled darkly, crimson eyes lacking the loving warmth they used to hold. "You're mine (y/n). You're one purpose is to obey. You are nothing without me."

"TOMURA LISTEN TO YOURSELF! YOU SOUND CRAZY!" As you yelled, Tomura tsked, walking over to your shared bed.

"W-what are you doing..?"

"You know not to yell (y/n). That was quite naughty of you." Tomura grinned evily as you screamed, falling onto your knees as he dusted your very last possessions- including your teddy bear. Leaving only his pillows, and your shared comforter.

"Now. Come sleep with me my Darling." The thought of lying next to Tomura made you feel sick, but you obeyed. Not wanting to get dusted yourself.

The next morning you woke up to an empty room. Tomura was gone, and you saw the perfect opportunity. Clad in Tomura's clothes -due to yours being dusted- you sneaked out of the room, creeping around in a large, dark hoodie so you hopefully wouldn't be recognized. Not that many people knew you to begin with.

Speedily walking down the corridor, you stopped and bowed as a large man walked by, only scoffing at your respectful gesture.

As he walked by, you hurriedly continued, panic settling in as you recognized Dabi, the second closest member of the LOV to you. You would talk late at night while waiting for Tomura, exchanging stories and how much you liked your husband boyfriend, how much Dabi hated him, and your goals in life.

He was like your big brother, and he always treated you better than he did others. Praying that he wouldn't notice you, you kept your head down as you walked past him.

"Wait." You cursed as you turned to see Dabi glaring at you, arms folded across his chest. "(Y/n)? What are you doing?" Dabi asked, turquoise eyes pinning you down.

"I'm going to a meeting with Tomura." You lie, keeping Dabi's cold gaze as he studied you.

"Funny. The meeting that I'm attending is this way. And Handyman said it was for the two of us. Alone."

"I-" as you cut yourself off Dabi tsked, pulling you into his chest.

"Y/n. What's wrong?" As he held you, you broke. Crying into his chest as you grasped at his shirt.

"He- he's not my Tomura anymore! He doesn't love me! He loves my appearance, and he loves to use me as an accessory and comfort at night. The man I loved is gone. And I need to get out of here. Please Dabi.. help me?" Dabi just held you tightly, rubbing your back soothingly.

"Don't worry y/n. I'll get you out." He murmured, chin resting on your shoulder.

"P-promise?"

"Promise."

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black-flag-if · 7 months ago

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So just some things I am seeing in my inbox. I'm glad that everyone is enjoying it. I'm glad for that because I was worried. I'm still not satisfied with it so I will change some things for my peace and hopefully less stress and frustration when I try some new things with codes.

With that said, some answers from some questions/comments in my inbox:

Black Flag is not aro/ace friendly. You can try to play but it's very romance based so if you aren't into that, you might have a very short experience. I do offer friendship routes, but the story becomes very short without the romance. If you find it okay even without the romance, awesome! Just know what you're getting into.

Jacques/Phoenix/Riley I don't see this as a issue on the coding side but someone said they got Phoenix at the party even if they don't romance them. You can get Phoenix to come on the romance path only. You can invite them as a friend but they won't or shouldn't come. Is anyone else having an issue? Jacques should also not comment on you flirting with others if you don't flirt with anyone. I played a messy route and played a loyal route. Both end up fine and work as intended so I'm not sure, but if others are having an issue too maybe I can get a better idea of what's going on.

Ryder kiss is only available on the bold path . So if you got it once but not another time, that's why. Should you replay it for bold? I wouldn't since there'll be a kiss only meant for the shy route, too. Ryder as flirtatious as they are actually doesn't like making the move first, hence why they hold back on the shy path. F!Ryder is bolder and she would make the move first but only when certain conditions are met.

Riley has a small crush on MC and the only one, too, but I don't know if it's romantic as it is that they just think MC is just really cool and someone new on the team. If you don't romance them, they'll just be a good friend. If you do flirt, and you see them being more friendly, it's because of that. So if you see some things on one playthrough and not on another, that's why.

Someone mentioned having clues which paths are flirty/romantic. I think the choices are pretty straightforward but if it's something you'd like, I can implement icons next to the choices. Are you finding the choices difficult to distinguish?

No, you don't have to improve friendships with others or your team. Yes, it will have consequences, and a different ending/path. But negative relationship with the team will not stop you from having a happy ending. You'll just have a different ending. And no, I don't know how many endings there'll be yet. So far, I have three but that is bound to change and because I plan to take into account how MC actually does in the competition.

No, you don't have to know about racing. I did add vocab for those that might not be familiar. There will be choices when we get to the driving in Chapter 3 that will have an affect overall on MCs capabilities but I will also try to give those answers either a chapter before or earlier in the same chapter so you just need to pay attention.

I think that's all for now.

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ant1quar1an · 4 months ago

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"Who is that from?" The query hangs in the air like a cloud. Dust can feel himself shrinking beneath his hood, hurrying to cover up the cracks in his radius.

"y'don't need to worry, arian, i've had worse."

"Not what I asked, my dear, but if you wish me to leave it alone then I will." The reply comes, though dryly. He crouches down to Dust's level, gently taking the wounded arm in his hand.

"... you would?"

"If I may be honest?" Three sets of wings swoop down and fold carefully against his back, "Only partially."

A lengthy silence.

"... it was nightmare."

And he has to fight back the feeling of terror that settles on his SOUL when a low, bass-tone hum rumbles through Arian's chest.

"Does this mean I get to kill him?"

"wh- no! arian y'can't just-" Dust's quieted by the several sets of eyes that lock onto him, one of the main two opened slightly wider- Arian's version of a raised brow.

"there's- there'll be consequences. where'll..."

"... the others go?"

A nod.

"I'm sure I could find a comfortable living arrangement for them."

#Arian Sans #Arian #Flockverse Arian #Dust Sans #Dust Sans x Oc #oc x canon #canon x oc #self insert #self insert x canon #sansshipping #Dusty Shelves

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silverynight · 9 months ago

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Underworld

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Part XVIII

He puts the flowers on his crown back on the field; they attach to the ground like they have never been away from it.

Izuku stares at them and then wonders about what happened in the Olympus; he's still not sure exactly why his flowers were blooming every time he danced with Katsuki.

What does it mean? Although his heart beats like crazy inside his chest and he feels all warm and fuzzy inside every time he thinks about it.

It's alright. He can figure it out another day; right now he has to go back to his mother and tell her he's completely fine.

His mom gives him a hug that lasts a couple of seconds and a kiss on the cheek before she starts making dinner for the both of them.

With a grin on his face, Izuku decides to tell her only part of what happened there (she doesn't need to know about Endeavor at all).

***

He's glad when he sees Uraraka the very next day; they hang out for a while and walk towards the stream where they met for the first time.

Despite how terrified and scared for her he was that day, Izuku remembers the day with a fond smile on his face, not only because he met her, but due to the fact that he visited the underworld for the first time.

He misses his friends from the underworld and Dynamight too, but he also misses the place; mortals have a very negative concept of the underworld, at least the majority of them. They think of it as a place for suffering and sadness, but it's nothing like that at all.

Sometimes the pomegranate in his room looks too tempting... even though part of him knows there'll be consequences if he takes a bite.

"Are you alright?" Fortunately, Uraraka's voice snaps him out of it.

"Yes! Uhh... sorry!"

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize... it's obvious that you were thinking about something else, but it's fine." Uraraka makes a dismissive gesture with her hand, although she still looks a little bit worried.

Feeling a little bit flustered still, Izuku decides to tell her about his time in the Olympus. There's a mixture of emotions on her face, but she listens patiently from the beginning to the end.

Then proceeds to curse Endeavor in such a way, it makes Izuku blush; she definitely knows a lot of unique and creative swear words that she knows exactly how to use.

"Your goth Dad should've kicked him out himself," Uraraka comments out of the sudden, making Izuku choke on air.

"My what?"

"I mean the god of strategy," Uraraka explains. "He obviously cares about you. All Might too."

Izuku shakes his head even though it pleases him to hear that... however, he knows they're not... they probably have more important things to do than to care about him.

"Now, about that flower crown," she continues, looking not that pleased this time. "Obviously I don't know a lot about your kind of powers or gods and demigods in general, but if they react to your emotions then I think you might have a crush on the underworld grumpy god."

As soon as she says it, Izuku's face turns into an interesting shade of red and his heart beats like it wants to get out of his chest.

However, he refuses to believe it. Katsuki and he are friends again; he'd probably ruin their friendship with his ridiculous feelings.

Besides... flowers blooming doesn't have to mean that exactly, maybe he just lost control of his abilities because he was busy dancing with Katsuki.

There's nothing else to it.

"I'm still team Todoroki, by the way."

Izuku blinks back at her in utter confusion.

"What? Team Todoroki? Shoto is my friend too!"

"That's not what I was trying to say, but it's fine."

She changes the subject and walks back to Izuku's house with him; she's good friends with his mom now and wants to pay her a visit too.

Inko convinces her to stay for lunch.

***

He doesn't have time to think about what Uraraka said (or maybe he doesn't want to) because Katsuki appears in the field a few days later.

Izuku doesn't notice, but his lips immediately quirk up into a huge smile and he rushes towards Katsuki like it's been months instead of days since they last saw each other.

"Kacchan!"

The god of the dead smiles back at him, although he looks a little bit flustered out of the sudden. He rubs the back of his neck with one hand as he makes appear something with the other.

"Here. For you," he mumbles as he hands Izuku a dark rose. "This is a flower that has grown in the underworld... it doesn't change and it'll never die."

Izuku understands nature, especially plants and flowers and he can feel the energy coming from that rose; it's older than most of the things around him.

He's absolutely fascinated and happy with his gift. He knows he doesn't have to use his abilities on that one to keep it fresh. The pomegranate is just the same...

"Thank you!" Izuku beams before jumping into Katsuki's arms. "I love it!"

When he takes a few steps back, he realizes that Katsuki's cheeks are slightly pink now.

"You're such a flower nerd," the god says, staring fondly at him.

They sit under the shadow of a tree and Izuku listens as Katsuki tells him how Kaminari, Kirishima and Ashido are doing now; he's seen Ashido a couple of times since he left the underworld, but it's nice to know a little bit more about the other two.

"How's my sweet Dynamight doing?" He asks then because he can't help it; he misses the hell hound terribly.

"He keeps whining because he wants you to come back," Katsuki admits as his cheeks turn even more red for some reason. "You have bewitched him and now he can't live without you."

He says the last bit as he stares into Izuku's eyes, the green haired demigod feels his face warm suddenly and his heart beats inside his chest in a way that would make him worry if he was completely mortal.

"Maybe I-I could pay him a visit someday," he mumbles, feeling flustered. Why is he so nervous? This is Katsuki... his friend.

"He'd love that."

The god of the underworld leans closer and takes Izuku's hand in his, prompting the demigod to blush even more.

"Hey, nerd. You're doing the thing with the flowers again..."

Izuku feels confused for a moment (he's not wearing a flower crown this time) but when he turns around he realizes that he made the flowers around them bloom without even noticing it.

Maybe Uraraka is right, he probably has feelings for Katsuki and that could be a huge problem because Izuku refuses to ruin their friendship.

He needs to do something about it.

***

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