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rivers-rambles21 · 4 years ago

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The one with the marathon

Part 7 of The one where Bucky has a cute neigbour series!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader (f)

Summary | Reader and Bucky become friends after he saves her from a creep in their apartment building. Each chapter explores a different point in their friendship - very slow burn!

Warnings | 18+ only, Smut in later chapters (this is a slow burn), swearing, unprotected sex, oral sex, (later chapters)

Mentions of PMS in this chapter! I’ve also given Y/N a couple of interests to add a bit more to the story to help it progress

Will include elements of TFATWS in later chapters

You’d been doing your best to dodge Bucky as soon as you felt your body's usual symptoms start to develop. It started as it always did with feeling bloated before the short temperedness set in. Bucky was sweet and kind and he didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of your temper so you opted out of your usual Friday night pizza with him, giving the excuse of being called into work which he accepted with disappointment.

Saturday morning came and as usual, painkillers did nothing to soothe the ache in your lower gut. Traipsing into your kitchen, you filled the kettle up with water before putting it on the hob and started to root around for your hot water bottle whilst you waited for the water to boil.

A knock on your door interrupted your hunt and rather reluctantly, you made your way over to the door, unbothered by your sleepwear attire.

Swinging the door open, you instantly regretted not ignoring it.

“Hey doll”

It was upsetting seeing Bucky look so good on a morning when you felt so rotten. Even worse, you were fully aware of how you currently looked - unbrushed hair, no make up and Bucky’s t-shirt which only just covered the tops of your thighs. Self consciously, you eased the door closed a little bit and shielded your body from view.

“Hi Bucky, what’s up?” You asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“Can I come in?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as he tried to catch more of a glimpse of you.

“Now’s not a great time…” You grumbled, feeling guilty as you saw the smile drop from his face.

“Are you avoiding me?” The words rushed out of his mouth before he had time to stop them.

Taken aback by his forwardness, you paused for a moment, your jaw opening and closing as you didn’t quite know how to respond. “I’m sorry, you don’t owe me an explanation. It’s just I heard you in your apartment last night crying but you said you were at work and I was worried-”

He started to ramble as he panicked he’d overstepped the mark so you swiftly cut him off. “Don’t be, you’re right, I have been avoiding you.”

“....oh” Bucky's eyes shot down to the floor as he nodded his head. Your admission cut deep and every insecurity Bucky felt rushed to the surface as he processed your words. “I thought-” he started but not quite knowing how to finish his sentence.

You cursed your inability to think before speaking as you reached out towards him, no longer caring about your appearance as you took his metal hand in yours. “It’s nothing you did, I’m just not myself at the moment, I’m not exactly great to be around when it's my time” You emphasised the last bit, hoping he’d get the hint without having to spell it out.

You were wrong.

Bucky lifted his head and looked back at you, confusion etched across his handsome features. “You’ve lost me”

“Remember how you got that scar on the back of your head?”

“Yeah my sister threw a book at me”

“Uhuh, and do you remember why she did that?”

“I ate the biscuits she saved for when she- oh!” It suddenly hit Bucky as to what you’d been hinting at and suddenly he felt like the world’s biggest idiot.

“Safe to say me and your sister have the monthly mood swings in common” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Well...um… if you need me, you know where I am”

“Thanks Buck” You smiled up at him and tried not to swoon on the spot as he leant towards you, his lips pressing against your forehead, gently kissing you as he cradled the back of your head with his hand.

His thumb stroked the back of your neck as his lips left your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you, I thought I was saving you”

“Trust me, I’ve survived worse” He joked, tucking one of your many stray hairs behind your ear. It suddenly dawned on you what your current state of attire was and you hastily tried to flatten your hair and pull the t-shirt down to cover more of your bare legs.

Bucky tried his best to avert his eyes from your state of undress, not having taking note of how you donned his t-shirt beforehand, too focused on your wellbeing but he found himself failing miserably. You were too cute with your bed head hair sticking up in random places and slightly dark eyes where you’d not completely removed yesterday's mascara. And then there was his t-shirt. Fuck - he’d nearly lost it when you’d warn it the night you’d gotten locked out of your apartment but thankfully your legs were covered. But now? It was driving him mad seeing inch upon inch of bare skin, his t-shirt barely covering your underwear. He wanted nothing more than to shove you against the wall and run his hands over your impossibly soft skin.

The sound of your kettle boiling over snapped him out of it and he watched as you darted over to the kitchen, leaving him standing in the doorway, facing away from you as he was positive he’d be able to see your ass as you walked.

“I’ll come back doll”

Before you had a chance to respond, he’d already closed your door behind him.

Hastily, you made up your hot water bottle and quickly jumped into the shower, unsure as to when he would return.

Half an hour later, Bucky was back at your door, grocery bag in hand. “I’ve brought you a few things for... y’know.”

Opening your door wide for him, you chuckled at his awkwardness and gestured for him to come in. “You really didn’t need to-are those Peanut Buttercups?!” Rushing towards him you grabbed the bag out of his hands and began rummaging through his purchases.

Laughing at your response he left you to it as he hung up his jacket next to yours as he usually did and took up his spot on your couch.

“I remember what Rebecca was like and figured you might appreciate a bit of sugar.”

You could only moan in response as you devoured your chocolate treat. Grabbing your hot water bottle from the side table, you made your way over to the couch and sank into the seat next to Bucky, resting your head against his shoulder.

“Any plans for today?” You asked, holding up the last bite of your candy bar.

“Nope” Leaning forward, he took the chocolate from you using his teeth as he finished it off.

“Then you’re in for a treat” You sunk deeper into the sofa as he lifted his arm up, resting it along the top of the couch cushion, letting you lean further into him. Bucky also took the opportunity to pull the blanket from the couch down onto you, tucking you into his side.

To say Bucky was excited when you told him there were sequels to The Hobbit would be an understatement. For him to then find out they were turned into movies was almost too much.

He was in heaven. He was watching Middle Earth come to life, just how he imagined it would be whilst cuddled up against his favourite girl.

He wished it could be like this all the time, when he was with you the memories of who he was before subsided, along with all the guilt and shame. Even when he was in Wakanda, he hadn’t dared to dream of having any sort of normal life, he’d accepted it just wasn’t on the cards for him. That he’d always be alone.

When Steve left, that only solidified his belief that he was destined to be alone. Part of him was okay with that, this way he wouldn’t hurt anyone ever again. But the other part of him, the part that even Hydra couldn’t wipe out, longed for a companion, whether it be platonic or romantic.

Finding you was a miracle. You were so carefree, so honest, open and kind. You put up with his old fashioned ways, you didn’t make fun of his odd quirks or question why sometimes he needed to just be on his own. You both also had a lot in common, you both enjoyed modern technology and sciences and often found yourselves watching documentaries and educational pieces on TV together. Bucky was also delighted to learn you were obsessed with motorcycles and was planning a road trip for you both for when you next had some time off work - a surprise he was having a hard time hiding from you.

Half way through the first film he felt you nodding off, having come down from the sudden sugar intake. Pulling you tighter against him, he kissed your head and lowered the volume on the TV, not wanting to wake you.

As the second film started, you stirred awake, the cramps returning with a vengeance. As you opened your eyes you realised you’d snuggled into Bucky, nuzzling into his chest, leaving a small amount of drool on his black t-shirt. Jolting backwards, you hastily wiped your mouth and tore yourself from his arms in embarrassment.

Bucky’s eyes hadn’t strayed from the TV as he remained completely emerged in Middle Earth.

“Sorry I didn’t realise-”

He quickly shushed you as he continued watching the film. However he did miss your warmth and spread his arms wide, inviting you back into your previous position. “C’mere”

Trying not to read too much into it, you smiled and sank back into his arms, sighing as they wrapped around you, his right hand resting over your stomach, soothing your cramps.

It was well into the night when you finished your movie marathon, both of you enjoying every minute. You knew friends didn’t cuddle - not like this. They didn’t make your heart race like Bucky did. They didn’t make butterflies erupt in your stomach every time they so much as looked at you.

You were in trouble.

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #romance #fluff #slow burn #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #tfaws spoilers #tfawts #tfatws

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willowistic22 · 4 years ago

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Soon You’ll Get Better (Redfinch)

It was four months ago when his world burned into flaming embers. But after some time, he’s starting to heal from all the pain. And so, his mind starts screaming the same question in a million different ways which all hurt him like knife cuts from different angles : How could he?

Words : 3682

Part : -

Warnings : Death, grief, hospitals

A/N : Abt damn time I post a fanfic huh?? hehe i set a 2 fanfic a month goal for myself to keep the momentum going, so that would kinda explain it. Anyways here a fanfic. Inspired by a post I made a while ago the post is long gone idk where tf it is anymore now and there are elements of Taylor Swift’s ‘Soon You’ll Get Better’ but it’s not a songfic bcs in the fic the song is used as a song Albert wrote. Just read the fic and you’ll get it! Enjoy!!!

@fifty-for-the-racer since you were really passionate abt this idea, this one’s for you <3

Walking through the hallway of his college dorm, backpack on his shoulder while clutching a few books he brought to class close to his chest. It’s full of other college students minding their own business. But they’re loud and fast, while Albert is slow and quiet. His mind is the one going at a fast pace.

The weight and hollow feeling he has grown used to since four months ago doesn’t feel the same way as before. It doesn’t hurt as much. And somehow it felt wrong that he is moving on. He couldn’t move on. How could he?

His brain gets louder and louder with all these new thoughts that he’s been developing lately. As if the loud noises of fast paced college students isn’t enough to make him suffer. Albert lets out a deep sigh as the sight of his own dorm slowly comes to view. He can get some peace of mind for the time being since his roommate still has a class at this hour.

Albert slowly opens the wooden door but stops in the middle of his tracks upon his new discovery.

“I didn’t— I wasn’t— Race let me in before he left for class!” A boy, that obviously doesn’t belong here, sits on Albert’s bed with a few of his messy clothes on his lap. The boy stands up to approach him while frantically moving the clothes away from him, “I didn’t mean to snoop around your stuff, I swear! Your clothes were just- they were a mess and I thought I could fold it—“

“Woah, calm down there, Finch” Albert cut him off, closing the door behind him before he takes a few steps closer to the worried looking blond boy, “You know I trust you with my stuff”

He lets out a deep breath upon hearing those words, “I know, but… I never asked for permission”

Finch’s eyes meet Albert’s, blue and hazel orbs locked in a soft gaze. He sighs out, “I’m sorry”

Albert simply chuckles through his small smile, dropping his bag onto his desk along with the black snapback he’s been wearing all day which reveals his bright red hair in a messy floof, “No need to be sorry. Besides, I really need to start cleaning up”

Finch chuckles at that, dropping his guarded shoulders down. Wordlessly, Albert starts picking up his clothes. Separating them to two big piles on the bed, one dirty pile and another clean one for him to fold and put back to his closet. Finch hesitated on approaching to help. But after the redhead flashes him a warm smile over his shoulder, Finch gladly skips next to him to help.

For the most part, they don’t talk. Finch isn’t sure if he should, not that he’d know what to talk about anyways. But he doesn’t mind it. They could still hear other college students through the walls as it isn’t that thick. And the birds chirping outside makes its way through the single window next to Al’s bed, along with the rays of light coming from the afternoon sun.

“I’d hear an earful from mom if she ever finds out that my dorm is messy” Albert finally broke the silence upon feeling the little tension from the other boy next to him.

Finch steals a small glance to his side, a little surprise with the topic he chose to speak up about. But he doesn’t complain. If this is how Albert mourns, then he’s willing to help.

“Yeah?” Finch asked softly, stacking a clean pair of pants he just folded to a clean pile of other pants.

“Yeah” Albert replied, eyes still glued to his task of separating his clothes. He can feel a little smile makes its way on his face, “She’d tell me to put them back in my closet as soon as it's clean so I won’t forget”

By now, all the out of placed clothes are picked up since Finch had already started beforehand. The wooden floor and the rest of the furniture in his dorm are free from Albert’s clothes. He reaches for the drawer under his bed to grab the laundry bag.

“But… I always end up either forgetting or procrastinating” Albert smiled to himself with a chuckle as he rose up to put the dirty clothes in the laundry bag.

Finch laughs along with him, glad to see him smile while he talks about his mother. It’s been some time since he last saw it. He’s glad there’s progress being made.

It didn’t take long to put the dirty clothes in the laundry bag. He carelessly tosses the bag to a forgotten corner of his dorm, turning to face the neatly folded clothes on his bed so he can organize it in his closet. His focus however, caught on to a strange sound that came from the corner where he threw the laundry bag. A loud thud between a hard solid object with a mixture of unorganized notes originating from strings.

The two boys flip their heads towards said corner, on the remaining space between the wall and the edge of Albert’s bed. There, lay a dusty guitar leaning against the corner created by the wall. The light brown of the wood reflects the minimal rays of sunshine that reached that forgotten corner, making it more majestic than it actually is.

“You didn’t tell me you brought your guitar here!” Finch exclaimed upon taking note of the guitar’s presence. An exciting energy buzzing through his veins all of a sudden. Everyone could instantly tell from the way his blue eyes lit up and his lips splitting into a smile.

“Didn’t thought it’d matter” Albert replied with a little chuckle. He watches as Finch gets his hands on the instrument, all while putting his clothes back in his closet.

The moment Finch gets his hands on the guitar, he puts it on his lap and sits down on the now spacious mattress. The spring bounces up and down with the weight of the blond boy and his new discovery. He starts to lightly pluck the strings, creating a lovely tune while waiting for Albert to finish up cleaning.

As the last item is placed back to its rightful place in Al’s closet, he closes the doors and turns to Finch. He’s still busy getting entertained by the guitar to notice the warm smile creeping its way to Al’s face.

Though, he doesn’t linger in the gaze. Seeing that he’s been wearing the same outfit for the whole day, he decides to slip into some warm sweatpants and a clean t-shirt.

“When did you brought it here?” Finch asked, eyes gleaming at the sight of a freshly dressed Albert walking towards him on the bed. His finger still mindlessly strumming the guitar, the same soft melody still echoes around the dorm.

“After like, what, two and a half months maybe? Dad decided to do some cleaning” Albert explained, ruffling his bright red locks with a hand, “I found this guitar after forgetting about it for a while and decided to keep it. It kept me busy for the most part”

The pair moves to lay down on the bed together. It’s technically too small to fit two people but neither boys mind cuddling towards each other.

Albert takes charge of the guitar while Finch gets comfortable lying next to him. Arms slightly wrapping his shoulders with his head tucked warmly in the crook of Al’s neck. Finch’s small blond curls slightly brush against the coarse skin of the other boy, almost as softly as Albert’s own fingers strumming his guitar.

“Turns out mom had always kept it” Albert suddenly spoke up, soft yet still deep. Finch looks up as best as he can to meet his eyes, though the boy doesn’t seem to be making any efforts on trying to do the same. His eyes turned blue, looking down at the strings he’s strumming, “At first I thought she threw it away since I wouldn’t be needing it for college. But I found it in her closet one time when I had to pick something up for her”

Albert plucks one last string of his guitar before stopping the tune, he let’s the last note resonate around the room. A long drawn out sigh leaves his nose, the aura of this dorm drooping along with his sadness.

Finch looks up to study his face. Hazel eyes clouded with a secret rainstorm behind it. Lips still smiling, but it was cracked by the thunderous thoughts that are now occupying his head.

“Hey, you okay?” Finch dared to whisper. It might be a bad idea, but it’s the only thing he could do right now.

Albert doesn’t answer. He seems to still be lost in whatever is running around in his head.

To which, Finch continues, “It’s okay to be sad, Al. I know you miss her”

“Yeah. I miss her a lot” Albert finally replied. He shifts his head down towards where Finch is already looking up at him, “But I don’t know. Lately it… it doesn’t hurt as much as it first did”

The other boy could only tilt his head to the side with a question mark drawing the lines of his face. Albert just smiles down at the face and chuckles at the cuteness before continuing, “I still miss her but… It’s getting easier to move on. And I know it’s supposed to be a good thing but… I feel kinda guilty ‘bout it”

Finch softens his face at the explanation, offering a comforting smile. He cuddles closer to Albert, which was received with open arms. Al slightly pushes away his guitar to let Finch cozy up next to him a little further. Once they find a comfortable position, they take in the smell of each other and then let it out with one huge sigh.

“It does make you feel guilty if you start feeling like moving on from someone’s death” Finch acknowledged Albert's previous words, gentle and slow, “But nothing in this world would ever make you forget about your mother. I can promise you that”

The redhead snorts out a little laughter, “You sound like my therapist”

Finch, not knowing how to respond to that, laughs along with him. Which only makes Albert tighten his hug around the boy.

“You’ll get through this. I know you will” Finch said, after pondering about his next words for a minute. It was only replied by a squeeze to one of Finch’s hands but he knew it was a way to appreciate his words without verbally saying it.

“Y’know…” Albert suddenly began after a few moments of silence, gently pushing Finch away from the hug so he could sit up on the bed properly. He sits slightly on the end of the bed, opposing Finch so they’re now face to face without needing to turn their heads. He props his guitar on his lap again and looks down to the other boy, “... I uhh… I wrote a song while she was in the hospital. Hoping she’d get better”

Sensing a little private performance coming up, Finch excitedly sits up along with him. Legs tucked in close to his chest, letting his hands rest on his knees. A hopeful smile rests on his face, shining as bright as day.

It makes Albert giggle a little while his fingers start to softly strum the guitar again. It’s a different tune from before, but this one doesn’t sound like something he made up in the moment. It has a pattern to it, soft and comforting.

“I wrote it in the summer after our high school graduation. It’s called… ‘Soon You’ll get better’” Albert explained, looking down to the vibrating strings, “Mom really liked it when she first heard it. She always asked me to sing it any time I visit her in the hospital”

“And… you’re gonna sing it to me now?” Finch asked hopefully, getting impatient from the absence of his boyfriend’s vocals.

Albert chuckles at it, but nods along to answer his question. To which, Finch settles in his seat and waits for Albert to start singing.

“The buttons of my coat were, tangled in my hair

In doctor's-office-lighting, I didn't tell you I was scared”

He keeps his eyes glued down to the strings. Finch isn’t sure if he’s doing this on purpose, but he won’t question it. It’s a song that stuck pretty close to Albert’s heart it seems, and for a good reason too.

“That was the first time we were there

Holy orange bottles, each night I pray to you

Desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus too”

His voice is nasally but still strong and sweet as honey. Finch was captivated by the deep baritenor vocals, slipping out of reality with every gentle note echoing around the dorm. Unknowingly, a smile spread across his face as the song progressed.

“And I say to you

Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better

Ooh-ah, you'll get better soon”

Briefly, Albert drags his eyes up to Finch. A sad kind of happiness paints his face and Finch could only reply with the same look on his face.

“'Cause you have to”

Every word he wrote in the song made him sound so vulnerable, something not many people get to witness. Every sad lyric he wrote sounds like a rain parade sent from hell. The same feeling he felt when his father called him to get to the hospital as quickly as possible to say one goodbye to his mother.

Finch remembers that day too. The couple were with some of their other friends on a night out. When the phone rang, Albert had a bad feeling because the last time he went to the hospital his mother looked worse than before. Nonetheless, he still picked it up and it sucked the joy right out of him. Albert had to ask Finch to come with him. No one wanted to know what he would’ve done if the poor boy walked there on his own.

Mr. DaSilva, his two older brothers along with their wives and Albert’s only niece from his oldest brother had said their misty goodbyes. It left their eyes so watery, they couldn’t recognize Albert running in the room. A woman laid helplessly on the hospital bed, skin too pale for her own good and the same red locks she and her three sons share fully shaved off her head. Their other relatives aren’t here which Albert had assumed was because they’re still on their way. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was saying goodbye to his beloved mother.

She still had the energy to smile at Albert and Finch when they first stepped in the room. Albert had knelt down next to her, taking his mother’s hand and soaking up any warmth left in the palms which was next to zero. They had exchanged words in whispers, and by the time Albert got up to hug her the water starts staining her clothes.

“And I hate to make this all about me

But who am I supposed to talk to?

What am I supposed to do

If there's no you?”

The song was meant to be a get-well-soon prayer for his mother. Albert had his doubts that this time she’d make it out alive since it’s the third time her cancer came back. And for a while, he believed that she would. She had always been a fighter and she did fight like hell at the start of it, saying that she wanted to see Albert graduate college.

Of course, the universe had its own plans. She was too weak to fight any harder and thought that it was enough. As much as Albert hated it, he still had to let her go when the heart monitor stopped beating. The long ringing noise was so deafening, it pierced like dagger right through his eardrums.

As the doctors and nurses took over to do their jobs, the family mourned her death. The pain from every teardrop felt like a stab to the heart. It kept on feeling like that for some time after her funeral as they mourn in their own different ways.

“This won't go back to normal, if it ever was

It's been years of hoping, and I keep saying it because

'Cause I have to”

Albert was lucky he had all his friends to be there by his side as support. Giving him the necessary space any time he needs it, a shoulder to cry on when he needs it, giving him their therapists’ contact number when he asked, or welcoming him back to the group when he feels like going out with them. Overall, they’re the most amazing friends Albert could’ve asked for.

At first it was hard to keep up with how fast the world is spinning. But Albert soon relearned the pace and slowly healed from the pain. And that’s his new problem. The term ‘healing’ in this kind of situation felt so wrong, to use and to do. Albert feels guilty for trying to feel normal after his mother’s death, because it’s obvious nothing is normal.

Take the rest of his family for example : they used to have family dinners every month in the DaSilva household. Albert, his brothers, sister in-laws, his only niece, and both parents. Four months after the funeral they haven’t had their monthly family dinners. Maybe it was for the best. His father didn’t even seem okay when he was cleaning out his wife's stuff.

“Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better

Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better

Ooh-ah, you'll get better soon

'Cause you have to”

Strumming the last few notes of the song, Albert could feel the water forming in his eyes again. He ignores it till he strums the last chord. Bringing his gaze back up to meet Finch’s, he can tell the other boy noticing the little drops of water threatening to trickle down his cheeks.

They stayed silent for a few seconds, Albert waiting for the little wave of sadness to properly sit while he puts down his guitar on the floor and Finch waiting for a cue to do something.

“She always liked it when I sing it to her” Albert exclaimed, trying to play it cool while he wipes his tears away, “I don’t think you’ve heard it before”

“No, I haven't,” Finch replied. He shifts closer to Albert to help him wipe his tears away with the sleeves of the hoodie he’s currently wearing. After it dried, Finch’s hands cupped his cheeks gently and he whispers, “But it was very lovely. I love it”

To that, Albert smiles. It made Finch smile along as well. But he knows better not to mistake that smile for happiness.

“Thanks for stopping by, Finch” Albert finally said, “I really needed it”

Finch smiles, letting out a little sigh, “Glad I could help”

He leans his head closer to Albert. Sensing a kiss coming up, Albert does the same and their lips meet halfway. Softly brushing against each other while their eyes closed to focus on the warm feeling. Albert gently holds one of Finch’s hands on his cheek with his own as the kiss deepened, still gentle and loving.

A jingling noise followed by loud chattering and laughter coming from the other side of the door got them to pull apart quickly. In storms, the door opens and a tall messy looking figure enters the room still packed with energy and excitement.

“Oh! Uhh… I didn’t know there was a date scheduled here!” Race exclaimed, freezing like a deer caught by headlights in the middle of the room when he noticed his roommate already had his own company.

The two boys looked past him and saw a bunch of their other friends standing in the doorway, waiting for a cue to enter the dorm. They wave at each other politely, all while Finch slowly backs away from his boyfriend. It made the group chuckle, and the couple a bit embarrassed.

“Yeah, uhh…” Race awkwardly said, scratching the back of his head, “...We were about to have a game of poker here—but it’s cool! We can go somewhere else—“

“Nah, it’s okay, Racer!” Albert exclaimed, swinging his legs down the bed. He approaches the door where his friends are still waiting around, greeting them with a big smile, “You guys comin’ in or what?”

To which they all laughed, happily piling in the dorm. They simply put their stuff on an empty space in the floor before they make their way to where Race was already sitting on the floor.

“You playin’, Al?” One friend called out, Romeo.

“Yeah, deal me in” Albert replied, closing the door after waiting for all of his friends to pile in. He trails behind the last friend, Crutchie, towards the little circle his friends had made.

“Last time I was here the floor was covered with your clothes, Al” Crutchie observed the dorm while he slowly lowered himself to the floor in between Finch and Romeo, “Did you finally pick them up?”

Albert sits himself down next to Finch, exchanging a laugh with the other boy before answering, “Yeah, Finch came by to help”

“Took you long enough!” Race joked, still busy prepping the game for the others. Everyone laughed at it, all while Al reached his hands out to playfully smack his knee.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough” Jack stopped the two, growing impatient with the inevitable poker game, “Let’s get this game going!”

So now he’s playing a game with his friends like normal. Of course, the conversation he just had with Finch still lingered in his mind. Of how much he misses his mother and how guilty he feels for trying to move on. But the promises Finch made gave him a little glimmer of light. It’s not something he can technically promise, but it’s definitely something to hope for. With a glance shot towards his boyfriend next to him, which was replied with a soft gaze from Finch himself, he knows that everything will turn out alright eventually.

#newsies #random writing #redfinch #redfinch newsies #albert dasilva #finch cortez #albert newsies #finch newsies #tw grief #tw death #tw hospitals

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whitewitchdani · 5 years ago

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Infinitely Different: Chapter 26

Read Chapter 25 Here

Word Count: 1527

Pairing: Winchester!Sister x Damon Salvatore

Warnings: angst, language, fluff

A/N: After way too long, here is the final chapter of Infinitely Different. I want to thank everyone who’s joined me on this journey and tell you how much I have appreciated your love and support despite me being spotty with putting up chapters. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. :)

Infinitely Different Masterlist

Crickets were the only sound echoing in the room.

The silence that had settled was palpable. You both knew this needed discussed, but neither of you knew what to say.

The awkward silence persisted, until Damon finally couldn’t take it anymore, “Whiskey. We need whiskey.”

He stood and sauntered over to the bar in the living room, taking his sweet time pouring the drinks, as he still didn’t know what to say. He knew that you knew how he felt, but he didn’t really know how you felt. You had caught him eavesdropping, but he had honestly only heard bits and pieces what with his annoying little brother scolding him in his ear as he tried to listen.

You took the glass from him as he sat back down. Swirling the amber liquid, you debated what to say to end this silence. It was killing you. “So, uh, how much did you actually hear?”

Damon laughed, “Less that you probably think.”

You sighed, “Well what did you hear?”

“You told Elijah to take a hike. Honestly I’m a bit surprised.”

“Honestly? I’m not. Look, I never wanted this. I never wanted this love-triangle Twilight bullshit.” You stood up and paced, “I was okay with the fact I’d be alone for the rest of my life, I accepted it a long time ago. This life, hunting, it doesn’t leave room for love and relationships. I thought my life would consist of riding around in the Impala killing monsters with my brothers until my number was up. And I was okay with that.”

You paused and stopped right in front of Damon, “But then, you know, this-” you gestured at yourself, “happened. Becoming a vampire definitely was not part of my plan.”

Running a hand through your hair, you sighed and continued, “The whole time I’ve been here it’s just been bombshell after bombshell landing straight in my lap. You told me how you felt, well, shouted it. Then I almost died. Then I did fucking die, which I’m still a little salty about. And then Elijah and his stupid family kept showing up and making a mess of things. Do you see why this has been extremely difficult for me?” Out of breath, you pounded the whiskey in your hand and beelined for more.

Damon sighed, “I never really thought about it that way.”

You sat back down, “I never wanted to hurt you Damon. I never wanted any of this to happen but here we are. I’ve been dealing with all of this with the emotions of a newborn vampire which has made everything 10x as hard. I don’t know how I haven’t killed anybody.”

“I really can’t believe you haven’t.”

You laughed, “I think I was gifted with uber self-control when I was turned.”

“Nah, I think you were just used to this life. Magic, vampires, werewolves, these are what you’ve dealt with every day for over 20 years.”

“Maybe. My point is I’m still getting used to this and maybe my judgment hasn’t been the best. Are you upset I kissed Elijah?”

Damon sighed, “I’m not happy about it, but I’m not mad at you. I get it. You’ve been through a lot. And being a new vampire makes your emotions go haywire. It’s been awhile but I remember the chaos. Actually, I’m more upset he sired you.”

You huffed a laugh, “I remember you threatening violence if I became a vampire through his direct bloodline.”

“Yeah. Even though you’re a tad stronger because of it, I always thought if you became a vampire Stefan or I would be the ones to turn you.”

You looked at him puzzled, “Did you think about that a lot, me becoming a vampire?”

“I mean, sort of. Do we have to continue to talk about our feelings? I’m out of my element here.”

“Yes. I don’t like it much either but it’s important.”

He sighed, “Once I figured out how I felt about you, you were already gone. I thought about you all the time. I thought about calling you or coming to find you, even if your brothers got pissed. I wanted to tell you how I felt but I talked myself out of it. So, I just daydreamed I guess? If we ever did get together, it’s a conversation we were gonna have to have. I mean, I was immortal and you weren’t. That would’ve been a problem.”

“And now?” you asked.

“I know this isn’t what you wanted Y/N/N, but it’s a hell of a lot better than what the alternative was. And I think you make a pretty great vampire if I do say so myself,” he smirked.

“I’m starting to become okay with it actually. I don’t hurt all over all the time from the constant beatings my body took from hunting. I’m faster, stronger, my senses are better. Like you said, I could keep hunting if I wanted.”

“Do you?”

“Want to keep hunting? I don’t know. It’s the only thing I know how to do.”

Damon sighed, “What about us?”

You turned and looked at the dark-haired vampire in front of you. The slight smile/smirk on his face is something only Damon could make seem so comforting. As you looked at him, you couldn’t remember any of the reasons why you shouldn’t be with him. All of your reservations seemed to melt away.

You loved him.

It’s Damon, and it’s always been Damon. Elijah was just like a sparkler, it burned bright and hot but only for a moment; and like a sparkler it was short but beautiful, just like it was meant to be.

You leaned forward and paused when your lips were only inches apart, waiting for him to make the final move. After a short pause and a quiet laugh from Damon, he closed the distance between you.

It was almost as if you’d never kissed him before. Now that you’d acknowledged your feelings, it was different. Almost like this is always where you were meant to be, like you were coming home.

You both became so involved in the kiss, that neither of you heard the front door open or the two sets of footsteps approaching you.

“Oh come on! You guys can’t get a room or something? I don’t wanna see that,” Dean complained.

You and Damon jumped apart at the sudden arrival of your brothers, shocked two vampires were snuck upon by two humans. Two very skilled hunter humans, but still. Blushing, you gave your brother a dirty look.

Dean smirked back. After taking in the surrounding scene, Dean’s smirk faded. His look became one of worry, a look that was mirrored on Sam’s face.

“What the hell happened here?” asked Sam.

You looked at your brothers incredulously, “I’ll give you one guess.”

Your brothers looked at each other. “Klaus,” they said in unison.

“What actually happened though?” asked Dean.

“Cliff notes version? The Mikaelson’s crashed my party, Klaus decided he approved of me being with his brother only if I joined them when they left for New Orleans and became a member of their family, using my skills as a hunter and a new vampire to advance Mikaelson interests more or less.”

Sam huffed a laugh, “How the hell did you get out of that?”

“I staked him, with the stake he stabbed into my stomach beforehand. Don’t ask me how I got the drop on an Original because I have no goddamn clue,” you laughed.

“But normal stakes can’t kill Originals I thought?”

“True but it does take them down for the count for at least a little while. That was enough to cause Rebekah and Kol to stand down and they all left.”

Dean looked confused, “What about Elijah? He didn’t stop it?”

Damon scoffed, “Bastard was too afraid of his brother and just stood there while Klaus threw Y/N across the room and stabbed her.”

You sighed, “Yeah, you guys don’t have to worry about him anymore. I doubt I’ll ever even see him or the Mikaelson’s again, at least I hope.”

“Yeah, I could kinda tell you kicked Elijah to the curb when we walked in on you two playing tonsil hockey,” Dean smirked.

You blushed, “Will you two just go upstairs and go to bed?”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re going.” Dean smirked again and even Sam smirked a bit. You rolled your eyes at your brothers and their ridiculous attitudes.

Turning back to Damon you smiled, “Where were we?”

He returned your smile and softly pressed his lips to yours. Slowly, the kiss became more passionate. Damon softly grasped your face as you grabbed onto his shirt. A soft moan escaped you as he began to kiss you harder, your tongues meeting as the kiss deepened.

Damon slowly pulled away, “You wanna, ya know, go upstairs?” He smirked his classic smirk with a small laugh, wiggling his eyebrows at the innuendo.

You laughed, “Easy tiger, my brothers are upstairs. We have all the time in the world.”

His smirk morphed into a soft and adoring smile, “Forever.”

You returned his soft smile, love pouring out of both of you, “Forever.”

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missmonsters2 · 5 years ago

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The Color of You || Part III

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader/OFC

Summary: It was another mission Natasha was assigned to. Nothing she hasn’t done before. Same mission, different people. Sent undercover to investigate William Cain, suspect to funding terrorism and smuggling weaponry. Under the disguise of Natanya Rovinski, Natasha is ready for another routine mission. Until she met you, William’s fiancé.

Warnings: There are dark elements to this series. Also, smut later on.

Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama, Action

NOTE: Y’all ever just love Natasha? Haha what am I asking? Of course you do! Please comment if you’d like to be added to the tag list 😚

PART I || PART II

PART III of X

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“Hm.”

Natasha watched from the roof of a building, peering down below at Emilio back up a large truck. The night hid her from sight, but Emilio didn’t seem like someone who was that concerned about his surroundings.

Whoever William is working with was clearly an amateur.

She watched as Emilio got out of the driver seat and went to the back, opening the latch before pushing up the back door.

Natasha walked around, trying to get a view of what was inside the truck.

There was a bunch of craters, so not much for her to work with. Luckily, Emilio was dumb enough to open one of the crates in the wide-open.

Natasha had expected to see weapons or crates just full of cash, but to her surprise, she didn’t see any of that. Instead, there were crates full of tiny microchips.

The confusion settled over Natasha as she furrowed her brows. Nonetheless, she still took pictures of it.

She wished that she could just put William away already, but this wasn’t enough proof of anything, even with him clearly being associated with a small-time criminal like Emilio.

It’s not a crime to be seen talking and shouting to someone.

She had gotten access to all his bank statements, and there were clear signs of him participating in money laundering, but that wasn’t going to be enough.

Natasha needed more. She needed to find out what criminal activities he was exactly doing. Where was he getting this money and where was he sending it?

It was enough for tonight, though. Natasha got the pictures and the location she needed.

She needed to go back home and prep for tomorrow.

It was going to be her one-on-one luncheon with William.

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William was a madman.

It wasn’t anything that really surprised Natasha, not after all the thing she’s seen.

Yet, for some reason, she couldn’t help but be deeply affected.

Was it because of you?

Natasha could only obsessively think about how you were with this insane man.

Did you know?

“Can’t you see it, Natanya?” William says to Natasha. The two of them are walking down the hall of his estate. They're passing through the hall where there are portraits of his ancestors.

It dated so far back, it was appropriate his family was known for old money.

“Every generation is supposed to be better than the next,” William tells Natasha as he comes to a stop, looking at his father.

There was a look in his eye, and Natasha wondered if he truly admired and respected this father.

Was that why he changed after his father’s death?

“My family has always been about protecting legacy,” William says, his hands behind his back as he stares at the portrait just a moment longer.

“People who make something of this world, leave a mark, have something to pass down to everyone--that’s legacy. It certainly ruffled a few feathers.”

“Why is that?” Natasha asked softly.

“Because,” William turns to look at her, “only the rich or the special can create a true legacy.”

Natasha wants to argue because there are many people she knows that make a difference every day, and they’re not rich.

And to her--they’re special.

But she simply smiles as if in agreement.

“So,” Natasha leads, “how do you plan to create a legacy?”

William smiles, and it’s innocent-looking, but Natasha can only feel the sinister undertone.

But she holds on because he’s looking at her like he trusts her--and she needs that to succeed.

“To do as my family always has,” William tells her.

“Create a better future for everyone.”

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Natasha needs to lie down when she gets home.

It’s overwhelming, listening to Williams's ideals and pretending she agrees with all of them.

It makes her want to vomit.

She’s met guys like William before--rich people who hate the poor.

But they’re upfront about it.

William believes that he’s saving the poor by keeping the status quo.

It’s delusional that he believes that, and dangerous.

It only spurs her on that she needs to get a hold of one of those microchips she saw. She needed to understand what it was, what it was going to be used for.

Natasha was sure that if she continued on as is, she would stand by William’s side as a big supporter and sponsor, but she needed to know what the microchip was beforehand.

There was something in her that told her something was deeply wrong.

And it doesn’t settle well with her.

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Time passes by fast for Natasha when she’s busy. A lot of time was going back to the building to scope out the area, the blind spots, the guard shift rotations--all of it.

And then she broke in and stole a microchip.

She immediately called Tony.

“What’s up, buttercup?” Tony answered the phone and Natasha could hear the loud Led Zeppelin song playing in the background.

“I’m sending you something. I need you to look at it and get back to me what it does.”

“What is it?” Tony asks with more clanking in the background.

“A microchip,” Natasha tells him.

“Like...for a phone?” Tony tries to clarify.

“I don’t know,” Natasha truthfully says and can hear Tony hum on the other line.

“Alright, drop it my way. I’ll get back to you on it. Everything else okay?” Tony checks in nonchalantly, but Natasha smiles anyways.

“Just another madman to bring down.”

Tony snorts. “Try not to completely destroy the man, alright?”

“No promises.”

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After she hangs up on Tony, Natasha gets ready to head to the King’s estate to celebrate David’s parent’s anniversary.

Smoothing out her dress and putting on her necklace, she checks herself once more in the mirror before she heads out to have the driver take her there.

When she gets there, Natasha notices that you and William have arrived at the same time.

Natasha steps out of the car, watching the two of you. William is whispering something in her ear as he holds your wrists.

It’s a sharp nod you give, but William smiles so Natasha can’t discern if anything is particularly wrong, especially when William leans in and kisses the corner of your mouth.

When he pulls back, he catches Natasha standing at the side.

“Natanya! Glad to see you’ve made it.”

Natasha smiles and nods in response as William leans in to kiss both sides of her cheeks in greeting.

Her eye catches his driver from the side who hasn’t left.

“You’re not joining us?” She asks him, and William shakes his head.

“Unfortunately not. I need to head on a plane to Houston for a client. I just wanted to drop off my beautiful fiancé.”

Natasha looks over at you, smiling as you return a small one of your own.

“Take care of my fiancé for me,” William tells Natasha with a smile. “The Kings really like to celebrate and can get a little overboard with the drinking.”

Natasha laughs lightly and nods. William kisses you once more on the cheek before he leaves.

Once he’s gone, Natasha turns to you. It looks like you’ve cleaned up as there’s no speck of paint on you like there usually is.

Natasha kind of misses seeing streaks of paint on you.

“NATANYA! YOU’RE HERE!” A loud shriek draws the attention of both of you and Natasha sees David standing at the door, waving enthusiastically for both of you to come in.

Natasha shakes her head a little bit with a smile. She turns to you, offering her arm out. You take it with a smile while Natasha leads you in.

“You look beautiful by the way,” Natasha tells you quietly before you both enter through the door.

There’s a large banquet and Natasha, as a friend of David’s, gets to sit closer along with you at the head of the table.

Liam wasn’t there, and while David said Liam was busy with work, she couldn’t help but notice the sad twinge in his tone. Most likely that Liam wasn’t welcomed. She comforted him however she could.

But his parents seemed to absolutely adore Natasha. Clearly, they were hoping she could pull David out of his “phase.”

She didn’t know how to tell them at most she could be his beard.

But she didn’t care either.

All she could really notice was how you sat at the edge of the table, eating your food quietly and accepting any drink his parents gave you.

She met your gaze a couple times. Sometimes you were flustered by being caught.

And sometimes, you held on, staring intensely at Natasha as if you could see everything.

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“Crap, she’s really drunk. My parents definitely went overboard with feeding her drinks. They’re so happy William is getting married. They seriously mention it every time I’m with them.”

Natasha hummed as she looked at you with your head down on the table. Natasha takes off her shawl and places it over your shoulder as she lifts your arm over her shoulder and helps you up.

“Are you sure you’re okay to take her home?” David asks Natasha again, and she nods.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m sure you want to meet up with Liam tonight, right? You should run along.” Natasha waved him off, and he sends her one last smile before he runs off to meet with his lover.

Natasha adjusts you slightly to lean more against her as she brings you out to her driver.

“To the Cain’s estates, please,” Natasha tells the driver who nods, pulling out of the driveway.

You sleep in the car, dozing lightly with your head against the window. The road is filled with small potholes and bumps, making your head hit the window occasionally.

Natasha tilts her head slightly to the side, pulling you over so that your head falls lightly on her shoulder to rest instead. Natasha takes the moment to stare at you, your long lashes, plump lips, and soft skin.

The alcohol had given you a rosy tint on your cheeks, and Natasha wondered if this would be how you’d rest if William were here.

Would you be leaning on his broad shoulder instead?

Natasha didn’t have too long to dwell on it as soon the driver pulled into your home.

“Shall I wait here, ma’am?” The driver asked as he looked in the rearview mirror, and Natasha shook her head.

“Come back for me at 6am.”

The driver nodded as Natasha opened the door, helping you out as she approaches the door. Natasha digs for the keys in your purse, easily opening the door and hauls you inside.

First thing Natasha notices is that there’s no one else in the house. Even the cleaners weren’t here. Everyone was gone for the night.

You groan lightly from her side, and Natasha turns over to see you wake slightly.

“Hey,” Natasha softly says to avoid giving you a headache. “Where’s your room?”

“Third floor on the last left,” you say, even though it’s a little slurred.

Natasha walks, smoothly guiding you up the stairs.

“Sorry, I mean the right,” you chuckle, and Natasha returns it.

“You don’t know where your own room is? Are you that drunk?”

“More like I haven’t been here that long,” you tell her.

“Oh, did you guys just move into this house?” Natasha asks. She doesn’t remember seeing that on William’s profile.

But maybe he had hidden you somewhere else before making you public and moving you to his main home.

You just chuckle. “Something like that.”

Natasha reaches your room, helping you in and settling you on the bed. You fall on your back with a sigh, arms strung over your head. You grumbled at how uncomfortable it was with your long-sleeved dress.

Natasha sees a mini-fridge and opens it, grabbing you a bottle of water.

You take it when she offers it to you, drinking most of it in one gulp.

It’s silent, and Natasha stays while you sober up. She looks around the room and tries to not think about how William shares this room with you, the same bed.

“Did you find the party okay? You were a little quiet,” Natasha notes as she notices you looking soberer as the minutes' pass.

“Yes, sorry, it was okay. I was just a little too nervous to talk,” you admit to Natasha, but continue to lie on your back.

“Okay, let’s talk then,” Natasha says as she rests her head in her hand that sits on the armrest. “Sorry, I’m not giving you much of a choice.”

Natasha can see you smile lightly from where she sits.

“That’s okay,” you tell her. “I like talking to you.”

Natasha leans back in her chair, delicately swiping at her bangs, pretending that her ears are not flushed.

“Do you want to know something interesting?” You say out of the blue and Natasha smiles.

“Always.”

You had taken notice of Natasha’s dark blue dress this evening that accented her collarbones.

The real reason you couldn’t talk tonight.

“Did you know the color blue is favored by many? Mostly preferred by men, but because it’s preferred by many, blue is viewed as a non-threatening color. It can be associated with being calm, serene, or even sad. Weirdly, it’s the least appetizing color, though.”

Natasha hummed.

“And what do you see the color blue as?” She asks.

There’s a momentary silence.

“I think the color blue is reliable,” you softly say.

“Do you think I’m reliable?” Natasha asks boldly.

There’s a sad smile, and Natasha doesn’t understand why.

“I've prayed that you are,” you admit in the dark.

There’s a momentary silence before you speak up again. “Can I ask you something?”

“You just did, but you can ask another,” Natasha teases, enjoying the way your cheeks flush as you smile lightly.

“Do you forgive easily?”

Natasha raised her brow at the question.

“I suppose holding anger doesn’t do me much. Why do you ask?”

“What do you think of me?” You ask, ignoring her question.

It’s the way you ask it. It sounds desperate like you’re pleading her to think good things of you. Like you couldn’t bear it if she thought anything otherwise.

Natasha licks her lip, standing up and placing her knee at the edge of the bed as she puts her hands on both sides of you, hovering over you.

It’s there.

Somethings is.

Natasha can feel it in her gut.

And when she feels something, she’s most certainly always right.

Natasha doesn’t know what overcomes her, because this is unnecessary. While she thinks you play a significant role in her mission, she doesn’t need to seduce you to get what she wants.

But that’s what makes it real to Natasha.

Because it’s Natasha that wants you, not any role she has to play.

And because of that, she can’t let this moment pass.

“I think...you’re always on my mind,” Natasha tells you, her breath ghosting over you.

“I think that you like talking to me,” she reiterates what you’ve said earlier.

“I think you’re no longer surprised to see me.”

“You smell like soap and warm vanilla,” you whisper, and Natasha can’t help but tremble slightly that you noticed.

“I think you look forward to seeing me.”

“All these things you think about me are about you,” you tell her and Natasha quirks her lip softly.

“Not true,” she denies. “I think you’re sober. True?”

You slowly nod.

Natasha slowly leans down, her lips brushing against yours. Your breath hitches, and it spurs Natasha on.

But you place your hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

It confuses Natasha because she’s read all the signs, and she’s sure she was right.

“What’s wrong?” She asks. Maybe you’re not as sober as you thought and Natasha would never push you further if that were the case.

You take a shuddering breath.

“I like you, Nat. I do,” you tell her and Natasha smiles. “And I want to get closer to you, but we’ve started off as friends...let’s end it like that as well.”

Natasha has felt many things before, but nothing like the way her heart is dropping now. She grips the bedsheets underneath her.

She looks down at you, the expression on your face, the way you blink slowly with your long lashes.

“You love him?” Natasha asks harshly because she can’t fathom that you would deny whatever it was that’s between the two of you.

William was a criminal, maybe she can’t take him down now, but she will. Maybe she was wrong about your relationship with him.

You smile at Natasha in such a sad way that burns your throat as you whisper the reality to her, showing the ring on your finger.

“I’m engaged.”

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Natasha is not in the mood the next time she runs into William at a local coffee shop.

In fact, she wants to murder him.

But she can’t because first and foremost, she’s an agent and she has a mission to complete.

“Natanya!” William greets her enthusiastically. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Not really, this is the only nearby coffee shop for the both of us,” Natasha mutters.

“Hm?” William hums as he didn’t catch it.

“I said, how have you been?” Natasha says more loudly, internally wishing she could escape before she strangles the life out of William while asking how he managed to snag you.

“Oh, just great. Things are moving along faster than I anticipated. With the launch of my campaign, the next phase will be coming up quick.

“Oh?” Natasha says, forcing a smile.

“Yes, in fact, since you were so kind as to donate so much to my campaign and we share so much in common, you should come to the meeting with the other sponsors tomorrow night.”

“Oh, it would be my honor. Where should I meet you?” She asks, but William just smiles.

“I’ll have someone pick you up.”

Natasha nods, and William bids her goodbye. As soon as he leaves and is out of sight, Natasha huffs and drops her smile.

She picks up her coffee bitterly and leaves the shop.

As she’s walking down the sidewalk, her phone starts ringing. Natasha picks up without even looking.

“Hello?” She says into the phone, a hardness to her tone.

“Natasha, it’s Tony.”

Hearing Tony’s voice, Natasha drops her shoulders a little, finding relief in talking to someone familiar and someone she liked...most of the time.

“Oh, hey. Did you find anything for me?”

“Yeah...actually, I wanted to ask you. Where the hell did you get this chip?”

“What do you mean?” Natasha asked.

“I mean...this microchip is actually a bio nanochip. It’s meant to be inserted in your body, probably your ear or your eye.”

“What’s it meant to do?”

“Well,” Tony breathed deeply, “depends on what you’re looking to do. It’s a data collector.”

“Data collector?” Natasha repeats.

“Yeah, it collects all the information about a person. Blood type, age, physical description, all that jazz. It’s supposed to adjust as time goes on. It’ll know your favorite food, music, your preferences. It’s like an AI nanochip. It’ll eventually know what you’ll choose before you actually choose something.”

Natasha hums.

“Okay,” she says slowly. “Can you figure out how to disable it if it’s been inserted in a person?”

“Why?” Tony asks, a slight rise in his throat. “Has that happened? Is this an Avengers problem now?”

“No,” Natasha says, walking faster begrudgingly back to her place. “Just for the worst-case scenario.”

Natasha hung up the phone.

She needed to find out what William had planned for the data he was collecting.

This was much worse than she imagined.

PART IV

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[ NOTIFICATION ] VLIVE JUNE 5TH, 2020 @ 11:03PM

Surprise LIVE! AND*ROMA : 춤추자! lets dance! 💎💃

the live starts with a view of one of nova’s practice rooms. meiqi shows up on screen shortly afterwards, waving for the fans and smiling brightly despite the bags under her eyes that show her obvious exhaustion. “hello, everyone!”

she keeps waving as she waits for more people to arrive. the numbers slowly go up and more comments start to fill up the chat, before she finally starts talking. “it’s me, meiqi! this is the first time i’m talking to you guys through vapp, right?”

“where are the other members? i think they should be back at the dorms by now.” meiqi glances at the door that everyone disappeared through a while earlier. “i decided to stay back to talk to you guys and impress you with some dancing! i’ll wait a little longer though, so more of you can join.”

she answers random questions for a few minutes, things like what’s your favourite starbucks drink? (cotton candy frappuccino) and dogs or cats? (both). then, there’s a fan requesting drama recommendations, and meiqi can’t help but promote one of her best friends.

“have you guys watched revenge note 1? isn’t the actress for ho goohee so cool?” meiqi, herself, has been keeping up with the episodes as they come out, watching them before she falls asleep. “everyone, please support eclipse’s anna and watch the webdrama! i promise it’s good!”

meiqi leans in closer, squinting to read the comments. “are you and anna close? yes! me and yerim-ie went to school together and we still talk a lot.” as she speaks, meiqi unlocks her phone and scrolls through her photo album. finding a cute selfie of them, she turns the phone around to show it to the viewers. “this is from the time i went to visit her at a photoshoot for a chicken cf. security almost kicked me out because they thought i was a crazy fan!”

she shows a few other pictures of her and yeri, some from high school and others from the rare times they were able to meet up. she also shows pictures of the food truck she had sent yeri on set of her webdrama, and the selfies with gourmet ice cream that she had received in turn.

after rambling about how much she loves her friend (and probably boring most of the viewers), meiqi remembers what she had initially promised she would do and quickly stands. “right! i said i was gonna dance for you guys. why didn’t you remind me?! you guys just let me go on and on about yeri!”

her laughter rings out as she disappears off camera to plug her phone into the speakers. meiqi presses play and then runs backwards as the first few notes begin to filter through the practice room’s speakers. she takes a few steps back to make sure her entire body is in the frame, and then she’s doing the infamous point dance of up and down.

she’s seen some idols get shy after attempting the dance, but meiqi doesn’t falter once. she’s in her element with this song, this concept. she knows the dance considerably well for someone who hasn’t formally practiced it. that’s not to say meiqi wasn’t blasting it around the dorms for a good week, singing into her toothbrush and dancing in her bed.

she performs it up until the end of the first chorus, before approaching the camera once again with a proud grin. “what do you think?” she asks the viewers as she settles onto the floor again, tilting her head inquisitively. meiqi reads the comments as they come: as expected of meiqi! and jfkdjsjkdg QUEEN. she laughs loudly, basking in the compliments that come in every language. “ah, wait, what did you say? dance meiqi-ne? i like that!”

“are you an olympia? yes, i love luxe! i’ve been following them since they debuted!” meiqi clasps her hands in front of her chest dreamily as she thinks about her favourite group, and now her seniors in the industry. “they have really good music and i think they’re all so pretty! one time, i met ella—i think it was last year during the halloween party. we both dressed up as royalty and she approached me first! it was kind of embarrassing though because i was still technically a trainee and i kept stuttering… but she didn’t make fun of it even once. still, i hope she doesn’t remember that.”

meiqi presses a hand to her forehead, embarrassed that she’s shared one of her weak moments. she’s still smiling, though, giggling even, because she holds the memory dear.

she remembers that she’s doing a vlive and removes her hand so that the fans can get a proper look at her rosy cheeks, and so that she can keep reading the comments.

“what other groups do you like?” meiqi strokes her chin, pretending to think. “and*roma?” she chuckles at her own (poor) joke. truthfully, she doesn’t know if there are other groups that she’s really a fan of; she might like their music or know the members, but no one can compete with luxe. might as well promote herself—though it’s stupid, considering 99.9% of the people watching this live must be fans of the group already.

“show us more dance covers!!! wow, so you guys don’t wanna talk to me, huh?” she purses her lips to hide the teasing smile, but it doesn’t quite work when she reads the onslaught of incoming messages that protest and promise that they enjoy talking to her.

to appease the fans, she pushes herself off the floor and dusts off her shorts. meiqi reaches for her phone and presses shuffle on the playlist she had prepared beforehand. it’s filled with the latest songs that she’s learned and a few older tracks that she likes.

she starts with she’z. to anyone who knows her personally, it might come as a surprise because meiqi has never been a fan of the group. their concept was always too cute for her liking, but their recent releases were right up her alley. unfortunately, she only knows the chorus for dumhdurum, so she fast-forwards the song until then, and starts dancing.

dolls by k.arma is next, another group that meiqi likes. the sophisticated sexiness of the song caught her attention almost immediately upon release. to a lesser extent than luxe’s songs, meiqi has replayed it many times, and after only a handful of times watching the dance, she had picked up on most of it. so, she performs from the beginning until the end of the chorus just as she had done with up and down.

she lets the rest of the song play at a lower volume as she returns to read comments. compliments, compliments, compliments. god, she really loves this. “so cool~ do you know any convex songs? yeah! one sec!”

meiqi searches through her music library and clicks on boom boom. she doesn’t know the choreography as well as the other songs she’s performed, but she thinks she can make it work anyways. besides, she knows the point dance exceptionally well, so she exaggerates that part with a laugh.

she’s having fun. after practicing high heels all of last month, a part of meiqi dreaded being in the practice room. she just associates it with a bad time now, but being able to dance freely to songs she actually likes is oddly liberating. and maybe she just enjoys being praised by faceless strangers who love her.

“oh! there’s also this new group,” meiqi starts once she’s completed the chorus. she taps on gorilla, and raises her voice to be heard over the music. “do you guys know de:code? i went to meet them backstage during promotions because i’ve known seonho since…” meiqi counts on her fingers, but it’s useless. “i actually don’t know. but it’s been a long time! he’s like a little brother to me, so i was shocked when he debuted with such a cool concept!”

cupping her hands around her mouth, meiqi shouts out, “a.c., i’m your biggest fan!” before launching into the chorus’s choreography.

she’s been dancing so energetically for the past half an hour or so, that she’s finally broken a sweat. her breathing is irregular and heavy now, so she rushes to turn off the music. meiqi plops down in front of the camera, making an x with her arms. “no more dancing, guys! i’m so tired!”

catching her breath, she reads through more comments. “what about per_se? i’ll learn their dances properly and show you guys next time, okay? sorry everyone, and sorry to my seniors.” she presses her hands together and bows her head in an apology.

it’s getting late now, and meiqi really needs to return to the dorms. as much as she doesn’t want to leave, wants to continue talking to fans and dancing to her heart's content, she wasn’t lying about being tired.

“i think it’s time to go, everyone. no, don’t leave? what? you guys have to sleep too, you know! not just me!” she runs a hand through her hair, all oily from the sweat of a long day spent practicing. ugh, is it obvious to the fans that she really needs a shower? she sure hopes not.

“i promise we’ll see each other again soon,” she says earnestly. even if she doesn’t plan on going live again for a while (they’re far too busy right now), and*roma is preparing for a comeback. the fans may not know it, but she can assure them that it won’t be long until they’ll see her again.

“goodnight, everyone!” just like she’d started the live, meiqi ends it with a wave and a smile. the manager confirms that it’s over before meiqi falls back onto the floor, letting the day’s exhaustion take over her body. “that was fun,” she says aloud, not listening to whatever the manager responds with. probably something about getting ready to go back to the dorms, or maybe scolding her for talking so much (has it really been over an hour since she went live?).

she hadn’t noticed so much time had passed, a stark difference to recent practices where all meiqi did was count down the hours, minutes, and seconds until they could leave.

it’s true, what they say. fans really do give you motivation.

#sol;#a✰r;june20 #italics are meiqi reading comments!!!#a✰r #tagging bc mentioned #rkyeri #rkella #rkseonho #wc: 1728 #this is sooooo long frick

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Drunk On You | Shiloh & Skylar

Shiloh arrived a little earlier for the reservation. Was it rude to drink a bit before hand? No, of course not. It took a lot for Shiloh to get drunk anyway so what was the harm? She held her liquor very well. But why was she nervous. It had to be the clothes. Let’s not talk about what she had to do to get these nice clothes but it was good to bring them out every so often right? As Shiloh tugged on the collar of her black blouse, maybe it was a sign to take it out more often. Instead, she waited at her table for Skylar, drinking wine glass after wine glass as she tried to comfort her nerves by running the palm of her hand up and down her velvet suit. She can’t even remember when she bought this but could recall she bought the two-piece solely for the velvet feel. However, it was a dark burgundy and she felt it fit the color theme of Valentine’s Day? Oh god what if Skylar thought she looked like a fool. As the time of the reservation neared, she realized, the wine she purchased looked like it was being drunk from so she quickly had it replaced as well as a new glass. Just in time too because she spotted Skylar being ushered to their table. She stood on her feet immediately, able to feel warmth on her cheeks (maybe it was the alcohol). Her own concerns fell as she saw Skylar, instead focused on how nice she looked. “You look incredible,” Shiloh spoke out first with a huge grin on her face before realizing it was spoken aloud. She cleared her throat and took her suit. “So, uh, how was your day?”

Skylar felt very, very out of her element as she stepped into the Artesian. Not only was it because of the fact she was wearing an outfit she’d literally never worn before-- she’d bought it once on a whim, just because she really liked the look of the red pants-- but because this bar was some place that her parents would have gone to back home. It was so far out of her current comfort level.”Hi, um, I’m here with Shiloh? Kent?” She said to the person waiting expectantly in the entryway. Rubbing the back of her neck with her good arm, Skylar glanced down at what she thought had been a nice white collared shirt, the top two buttons left open with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. But everyone else here was dressed much better than her. Oh god. This was-- before she could second guess too much, she found herself being escorted to a table where Shiloh was already waiting. Her neck burned hotly at Shiloh’s compliment and she offered a slightly awkward smile. “Ah. Thank you. You look really nice too. That’s a very cool suit, I could never pull something like that off.” She said earnestly. It suited Shiloh far better than it would her. “Oh. Um, it was really good! Lots of Valentines day excitement, but the kids were pretty nice.” Skylar sat down across the table from the other woman before nodding, “The flowers you sent me were beautiful. Thank you.”

Shiloh chuckled, happy she liked the suit. Why was her face so hot? “I’m sure you could pull it off.” She looked down at her outfit. It was just a suit anyway and Skylar looked really pretty in what she was wearing now. “Oh um, I’m glad you liked it. I didn’t know if you liked flowers or sweets but I remembered you mentioning you can’t eat gluten and I don’t know if chocolate has gluten so I decided something that wasn’t food would work.” She smiled after her small rant, hoping it didn’t sound weird. “My mother told me you seemed to like it but I wanted to hear it from you. Did you like the teddy bear? I didn’t know if you like that sort of stuff.” It seems she was to learn a lot about Skylar and she couldn’t wait to learn. Shiloh then remembered what they were both here for. To drink. “Oh, I got some wine for the table. Do you want me to pour you a glass?” Did Skylar care about the details of the wine? Shiloh didn’t. Alcohol was just alcohol most of the time.

Smiling, Skylar nodded at the mention of the surprise Valentine’s gift. It was really sweet of Shiloh to think of her, particularly her dietary… quirks. “Thank you, really. Most people don’t remember that I can’t eat a lot of things, it was nice to get something that I could actually enjoy.” She said before blushing bright red. She’d been more than a little flustered to not only have gotten a gift, but to also have gotten it in front of Shiloh’s mom. That hadn’t been an awkward explanation at all. “I, um, yes. I really liked it.” She said, “And the teddy bear was very cute. I know people sometimes think they’re cliche, but I think little plush things like that are adorable.” Looking at the bottle of wine, Skylar’s eyebrows shot up at the label. She’d seen a bottle of this in her parent’s wine cooler and her father was a big wine guy. “Wait. I-- Yes, but. That’s… a very expensive bottle of wine. You-- You didn’t need to get that.” She said, a touch guilty. It was a good thing that she hadn’t eaten dinner. Hopefully, that would help her get tipsy at a more normal rate. The last thing she wanted to do was look like she was some kind of weirdo just, chugging super expensive wine.

“I pay attention to what you say, Skye.” Shiloh responded with a smile. It was just what Shiloh did, listened to other people. Yeah, Skylar was a little different because she didn’t want to ruin things with her but she listened to her all the same. “Oh so you like plushes?” She asked with no judgement just happy to learn something new. “Jiji is a plush himself, furry and thick.” She chuckled to herself as she reached out to the bottle, hesitating only when Skylar spoke up. “Oh, my friend recommended it. I didn’t know what wine you liked. I can ask for them to bring us another one?” Although everything here was expensive so it would be difficult finding something reasonable.

“Ah. Thanks.” Skylar beamed-- oh god, was she smiling too much? Or would it be weird if she wasn’t? Oh dear… Pulling herself from her worried thoughts, she instead focused on what Shiloh was saying. “Mhm, I do. Jiji honestly looks like one, you’re right. If he sat really still, he might even look like the cat toy in the movie.” She said with a laugh. Glancing at the bottle, Skylar’s fingers fidgeted a bit before she forced herself to keep still. Nope, nope, no, this was fine and okay. She’d just have to put her part of the check on her card and hope for the best. “Mm. I’m not really a wine connoisseur, anything’s fine. You’ve already opened it, I’d hate to let it go to waste. I was just, um, surprised. I knew this place was fancy but…” Her voice trailed off awkwardly as she gestured to the very upscale environment around them, “I’m not super used to places like this anymore.”

Shiloh laughed, thinking about Jiji as a plush. “He’d be a really big and heavy plush. But still so cute.” She wondered what he must be doing now. Sleeping probably. Shiloh didn’t dwell on her cat however, she had someone more interesting in front of far. Although she feared she had already ruined things. “It’s fine,” she reached for the bottle, pulling it closer. “They already have my card on file - and before you say anything, I invited you here. It’s on me. We can save this one for later and get other drinks if you prefer.” She didn’t want to admit that she had already been drinking beforehand but now she was wishing she had drank more because she still felt nervous. “Wait, did you say you’re not used to places like this anymore? Do you have a secret past bartending in fancy places?” She knew the wine was expensive off the bat, there had to be something there.

“Incredibly so, on all counts,” Skylar replied with another grin. Watching as Shiloh moved the bottle, her body language just a tad nervous, she realized just how awkward she was making this. Shiloh had already bought the bottle, part of it was already gone, it was clear that she knew what she was buying-- hearing that the other woman would be paying for it was news to her, but what’s done’s done. Reaching out, she lightly touched Shiloh’s hand. “It’s okay. Sorry. I was just surprised. I’ve never really,” Skylar paused, realizing that she would sound like an idiot if she admitted never having gone on a date before, “gotten the hang of the whole, who pays for what, etiquette thing.” Nailed it. To make sure Shiloh understood that she meant it, Skylar poured what she hoped was a reasonable amount of wine into her glass and took a measured sip. Glancing over the rim of her glass, she set the glass down and shook her head. “No, no, nothing like that.” She said, her fingers playing with the stem of her wine glass. “My parents were very into wine. They liked to go to places like this a lot, and bring me and my siblings.” She explained. It was always a little weird talking about her family-- most of the time, she just avoided it. But, Shiloh had asked and she would have felt bad about avoiding the question.

“Oh, is that really what you’re stressing about?” Shiloh asked, feeling her nerves fade away. “That’s cute. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have even suggested a place like this if I thought you were gonna spend a dime. Not that I think you can’t afford it! Just… it’s expensive and I suggested it. I wouldn’t throw that on you.” Shiloh had more money than she needed. If she wanted to spend it on this then, it honestly wouldn’t be a problem. “Before you say anything, I can afford this. This is as much for me as it is for you. If I wanted to drink something cheap I’d have gone to another bar or drank at home.” Shiloh smiled, hoping Skylar would understand. Sure, maybe part of her wanted to show she had money but she truly didn’t want to buy anything cheap and nothing here was cheap! “That and… I wanted to spend some time with you. I, uh, I missed hanging out with you.” Shiloh glanced away with a smile having to adjust her glasses hoping they wouldn’t fog up. She decided to channel her nerves into pouring herself a glass. “They took you to places like this as a kid?” Shiloh asked for clarification as she took a sip “You don’t mean bars right? Just nice places?” Her parents were never into that sort of thing. Maybe that’s where she got it from. “So you said you had a brother and sister right? What are they like? Do you live with them here?”

Lips pressing together slightly at the words, “that’s cute,” Skylar pulled her hand back into her lap. Was Shiloh being condescending? Even though this was a nice bar and wasn’t as nearly as loud as some of the other places around town, tone was always difficult for her to place. But, the other woman had been nothing but kind to her in the past, so she probably didn’t mean it that way. Hopefully. “I see. Well, thank you for inviting me.” She said with a soft smile. But again, the words were confusing her. Hanging out? Had she misinterpreted what this was? She had assumed– she shouldn’t have assumed anything. Oh god. Taking a longer sip from her glass, Skylar nodded. “I, um, I’m sorry for being a little out of it. I was just,” She wracked her brain, trying to remember what all she had said to Shiloh during her brain fog last week, “Not feeling the best. But your messages were really sweet.” She added. “Ah. Sorry, I meant super upscale places. They did take us to a vineyard once.” She said with a slight shrug, the motion making her shoulder twinge, a reminder her of her not entirely healed stitches. “No, my sister lives in Seattle and my brother is at UC Berkeley. I can show you a picture, if you’d like” She offered.

“It’s okay, really.” Shiloh reassured. “You were busy and that’s fine. I just missed you.” Did she really admit to that? Shiloh went for her drink, her eyes turning down to look at her glass and away from Skylar. She felt oddly warm. God, Skylar’s gonna think she’s really weird isn’t she? Shiloh drank some more to try and get her mind off it. “A vineyard? That sounds really nice. I’ve never been to one. I wonder if there’s any nearby. Maybe we can go to one together.” Shiloh suggested her eyes looking over at Skylar, hopeful. At the offer of a picture of her siblings, Shiloh was curious. “A picture is fine, yeah.” She smiled, feeling honored to see a picture of her siblings.

“Ah… Okay.” Skylar said, brain still a little muddled and confused by all of this. Maybe she was just reading too much into things. If Shiloh said she missed her, then Skylar was inclined to believe her. And… it honestly was kinda nice. To feel missed. Or maybe it just felt nice to know that someone else was thinking about her. “I was 13 at the time, so it really wasn’t that fun for me. But, um, if you’re interested in wine, they’re a good place to learn about how places go through the process of making and aging their stuff.” She nodded, drawing back on nearly decade old memories of a place she’d been bored out of her mind at. With a smile, Skylar pulled out her phone and entered the password. “There’s Bri, Hunter, and me.” Skylar said, showing Shiloh her home screen. It was one of her favorite photos, the three of them looking frustrated over a 1,500 piece puzzle that their mom had insisted would “bring the family together” and “build character.” Bri in the foreground, looking blonde and perfect and only slightly annoyed, Hunter just behind her holding up two identical looking pieces with a pained expression on his face, and herself, looking fairly normal. It had been one of her good days when the photo had been taken. It had been over a year since the photo had been taken, she realized. Wow. Wow, this was NOT the time to think about that. Focusing back on Shiloh, she let out an awkward laugh, “We’re not puzzle people.”

“Well, maybe you’ll have fun going with me?” Shiloh wondered out loud, but didn’t meet Skylar’s eyes. Instead she looked at the picture of her and her siblings. It looked really nice. Normal. Shiloh knew she had pictures with her foster siblings but none of them were ever… permanent. She remembered that bothered her a lot growing up. She didn’t understand why her friends would have to leave. It really made her learn to appreciate the time she had with people, but be a little wary that they too, were temporary. “Did you guys ever finish the puzzle?” She asked, giving the photo one more lingering look, her eyes on Skylar in the photo before turning up to look at her. She leaned back into her seat, drinking more of her wine, which pulled her mind to it. “Do you like the wine by the way? I know it’s not sweet.” Shiloh didn’t mind if alcohol was sweet or not, but she hoped Skylar wasn’t just drinking the wine just to drink it. Hopefully she liked it, just a little bit? Either way, they probably would not be having this glass of wine in the near future.

Shiloh’s question came as Skylar was mid-sip, and she pulled the glass away from herself quickly enough to prevent spilling/choking on the red wine. In a place like this? That would have been mortifying. Collecting herself, Skylar replied, “I’d probably like it a lot more, mhm.” Wine didn’t really matter to her, but another opportunity to spend time with Shiloh sounded really nice, honestly. Putting her phone away, she smiled, “We did, only because Hunter got really in the zone with it. By the end, Bri and I were just watching him do his thing while we ate snacks. But, we had fun.” At the question about the wine, Skylar tilted her head in a non-committal manner. The wine she typically drank came in $5 bottles from the local supermarket. Not from a place like this. “It’s very nice. But, if you’re not enjoying it, I don’t mind switching to something different.” Leaning forward, Skylar looked around carefully, “To be super honest with you… I really don’t get the whole wine appreciation thing. I just think it tastes nicer than liquor.”

Shiloh smiled and nodded her head, unable to say anything as she nodded because she was too happy Skylar admitted to it. She rubbed at the thigh comfortingly under the table, feeling a little giddy at all this. She believed Skylar when she had told her she enjoyed hanging out with her before but to hear it said aloud... It was different. Shiloh wasn’t sure anything could take the smile on her face away. “You just let him do all the work,” Shiloh chuckled at that. “That’s funny.” It must have been nice growing up with them. She wondered if Skylar missed them but decided not to ask that. The question would come in time. “It’s fine, it’s not bad at all.” She took another sip to show, her glass more empty than full now. “I’m not that picky with my alcohol. I’ll drink beer or wine. Whatever I’m in the mood for. I like spirits too but I only get them when I’m at a bar. I don’t keep any at home. What kind do you prefer?” She asked leaning forward, completely interested in whatever Skylar had to say.

“It’s just kinda how my brother is-- when he gets going, it’s best to let him just go for it and wait for him to either finish his project or get too frustrated to continue.” Skylar explained before finishing her glass of wine. Though it was of a much higher quality than she was used to, the wine wasn’t really doing much in the way of getting her drunk. At best, she felt a very mild buzz. Hoping it wasn’t too presumptuous of her, she poured herself another glass. “We’re all a little like that, just about different things. I guess that’s what happens when engineers raise you.” She said with a laugh.“Mmm. I really don’t keep much alcohol either. Wine and beer are both fine. Of liquor, I guess I like vodka? It’s light and mixes well with pretty much anything, so you don’t even have to taste it.” Skylar was mostly just glad that drinks weren’t off the table for her frustratingly narrow diet.

“Oh, I see.” Shiloh wondered if her siblings would ever come visit her. She’d like to meet them. Oh my god, they just met a while back and she wanted to meet the family. Shiloh needed to relax. “Your parents are engineers? Oh wow.” Shiloh had vaguely considered that career path - and by considered she looked it up and thought that’d be nice before realizing it wasn’t likely and moved on. It was too much school. “Vodka? Yeah it’s not bad when it’s mixed in with drinks. I’ve made the mistake of drinking just straight vodka.” Shiloh smiled as she leaned back into her seat, recalling the event. “I was like 15? And drank from a cup at the counter. It was vodka. I thought I drank rubbing alcohol and was gonna die. My dad came in cause I was yelling and when I told him what happened he just about died laughing.” Shiloh shook her head and reached for her glass again, not finishing it but still moving to poor herself some more. “Every time I taste vodka I think back to that moment. So yeah, I prefer my vodka drinks mixed very well.”

“Yup. They’re computer science engineers, they do very important stuff.” She said. Wait, did that sound too snarky? It wasn’t meant to-- not totally. Skylar really hoped Shiloh didn’t pick up on that. “You were fifteen?” She couldn’t help the note of incredulity in her voice. She hadn’t even dared to drink until she was well into her sophomore year of college, and that had been at the first and only college party she’d ever been to. “Oh my god, that’s hilarious,” Skylar laughed, shaking her head, “I’m sorry for laughing, but I get why your dad reacted that way. Aw. I can only imagine how awful it must have been for you.” She said and took another drink from her glass. Maybe it was the company, maybe it was the laughter, or maybe it was just the fact she was drinking on an empty stomach, but Skylar was feeling much less nervous about all this now, “Well. You don’t need to drink vodka straight anymore. There are much better drinks that can be made with it.”

“Cooool,” Shiloh drawled, wondering what it must have been like. Computers were interesting but Shiloh never got that far with them. Besides she never wanted anything for the money, just what she liked and what worked for her parents. Her parents were always supportive which made it even harder to figure out. “It was nasty. I didn’t drink until I was legal after that. Even then it wasn’t a lot. I’ve never been much of a drinker. I’ve only gotten drunk once,” Shiloh said, putting her finger up to emphasize it. “It wasn’t pretty.” She looked down, her smile actually fading. She reached for her drink once more. “Mm! Do you know how to make any drinks?” Maybe she could make some for her. She looked at Skylar. She was so pretty - even more so when she was smiling. Wow. Shiloh’s smile returned as she kept her gaze on Skylar.

“That makes a lot of sense, honestly.” Skylar said, suddenly remembering that Shiloh was in fact British. Which meant fifteen probably wasn’t that big of a deal when the legal drinking age was eighteen. “Ah, really? It takes a lot for me to get drunk, so I’m a bit unlucky. I just have a high tolerance. But, on the bright side, it means I don’t suffer through hangovers either.” She said honestly. It was cute how Shiloh gestured, though the way her face fell at the memory was a bit sad. It must have been a rough time. “Mm, not really. Just simple ones, that require like… ice and a mixer or two. Since it takes a lot for me to feel anything, I never really bothered to learn.” She said with a shrug. A slight twinge of pain radiated up her injured shoulder, but she did her best not to wince. Instead, she covered the motion with a slight shake of her hand, “Sorry, I’m just realizing now that going for drinks probably wasn’t my smartest idea...”

“Have you ever gotten drunk then?” Shiloh asked curious. She wondered just how high her tolerance was. As Skylar mentioned the drinks she could make, Shiloh kept drinking. She didn’t meet a lot of people with a high tolerance like hers. It was interesting. “Maybe you can make them for me, sometime.” Shiloh smiled, slowly batting her eyelashes, having drank enough to be unable to hide her affection toward Skylar but she was still her respectable self. No amount of drinks could change that. “Wait why? What’s wrong with the drinks?” Skylar looked uncomfortable for a moment. Did something happen? “Did I do something wrong?” It was her staring. It had to be. Shiloh averted her eyes, choosing to glance around the area. It was relatively busy. Mostly men though. She caught one staring at them. She frowned and turned her attention back to Skylar but not letting their eyes meet.

“Mhm, not really. I went to a party once in college, but getting drunk just makes it harder for me to understand people?” Skylar gestured to her ears, her hearing aids purposefully obscured by her hair. For one thing, the bright blue hearing aids didn’t really go with her outfit. For another, she wasn’t really sure how the very fancy people here would react to someone visibly different from them. The way Shiloh was looking at her was… confusing. What was going on..? Normally, Skylar had a decent handle on reading body language, but maybe it was the alcohol muddling things? She really hadn’t had that much though. “No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong. Really. I just...” She watched as Shiloh stared around the place. Oh god, she’d messed up. Rubbing her forehead with her hand, Skylar closed her eyes for a moment. She’d just say it and it would be fine and it wouldn’t be awkward. Or at least, it wouldn’t be this awkward. Opening her eyes, she offered an apologetic grimace, “I’m sorry. It’s just, I don’t do great in bars or clubs or things like that when I drink. Between how much it takes for me to feel anything and what happens when I do… It’s why I’d planned to stay home. But, um, if you’d like, I could make you a drink at mine?” Skylar asked, hopeful.

Suddenly it all made sense. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think about that.” Shiloh truly felt rude for not having taken Skylar’s hearing into consideration. “I’d love to go back to your place.” She quickly finished her wine glass but realized there was still some wine in the bottle. “You wanna finish that before we head out? They don’t hand out to-go cups unfortunately.” Shiloh got up from her seat, adjusting her jacket. Her head felt a little light but she could walk. It wasn’t bad at all. A hostess came by to ask if they were leaving and Shiloh nodded. They had her card on file, they’d charge it, it was all good. She outstretched her hand to Skylar with a smile, offering to help her out of her seat.

“Don’t worry! This is my fault, really. Not that anyone’s at fault, it’s just an honest mistake.” Skylar said, hoping she didn’t offend Shiloh. “Hm?” She glanced at the bottle and realized that there was easily another cup left. Whoops. Ack. Taking a long drink to finish off what was in her glass, she poured the rest of the wine into her cup, creating a very full glass that she had every intention of just chugging so she could leave this uncomfortably fancy bar. “Oh, hey, what’s that?” Tilting her head, she pointed over Shiloh’s shoulder. When Shiloh turned to look, Skylar threw the glass of wine back quickly, not caring all that much about how a nearby patron gasped in shock. Setting the glass down, Skylar blinked as warmth began to radiate from her stomach, now full of wine and nothing else. “Ah, whoops. Sorry. I thought I saw something. But, um, let’s get out of here?” She said awkwardly before taking the hand offered to her.

Shiloh glanced over her shoulder way too fast, the room spinning slightly. However she didn’t want Skylar to see that so she kept looking. To staring faces. Sheesh. She turned around when Skye touched her hand, a blush creeping when she did. “Alright let’s go.” She held her hand as they left the Artesian, immediately feeling better and enjoying the evening breeze against her warm cheeks. Oh god was she red? She stopped once they were outside but still held her hand. It was nice. She smiled over at her. “So which way to your place?”

Following Shiloh outside, Skylar was very aware of the fact that their hands were still touching-- not that she minded, at all. In fact, quite the opposite. “I’m in downtown, so we’ll be heading this way.” She said, tilting her head to the more central area of town. “it’s a little bit of a walk. I hope you don’t mind that.” She said. All things considered, though, it was a lovely evening. They were close enough to the Whye River that the smell of fish wasn’t that bad and it seemed as though there hadn’t been an instance of fish rain in a bit. “It’s actually really nice out. I can’t remember the last time I was outside and there weren’t anchovies coming down.” She said with a laugh. The fact that sentence was even real was mind blowing.

“Taking a walk with you? That sounds perfect.” Shiloh shifted her hand, slightly letting go to fit her fingers between Skylar’s. “Your hands are soft, it’s nice.” Shiloh complimented, looking over at Skylar. She didn’t have any clue as to how weird it might sound. She just thought it and said it. She then looked up to the night sky. Clear, so hopefully no chance of anchovies? “Do you like anchovies?” Shiloh asked, curious. “If any of them start falling we can just open our mouths and catch them.” She turned to look at Skylar before breaking into a laugh at the thought of them catching things in their mouths. What a strange town.

Skylar felt her cheeks turn bright red at the comment and was incredibly glad that it was dark enough that Shiloh couldn’t see it. But, the embarrassment quickly faded away when she realized they were still holding hands. “Ah. I, um, moisturize a lot. It’s good for the skin, particularly in winter.” She said, with a nod. That was one way of putting the weird slime situation. Just… self-moisturizer. Ew, that sounded awful. Nope. Ugh. As they continued walking down the street, the streetlights seemed just a bit brighter, the edges of her vision just a little bit hazier-- phew. The last of the wine was hitting her now. “Anchovies? I mean, they’re okay?” Skylar laughed, shaking her head at the idea of that. “Nope, I’d draw the line there. No snowflake-anchovy catching for me.” Glancing over at Shiloh, Skylar couldn’t help but grin. This was a very different side to the woman than she normally interacted with and… it was really cute.

“Oh c’mon,” Shiloh said nudging her shoulder against Skylar. “It would be fun.” No it wouldn’t be - Shiloh wasn’t that drunk but she wanted to see Skylar smile more. “Go try it, open your mouth and catch the anchovies. Say ahh,” Shiloh opened her mouth trying to get Skylar to do with her. But the image of it was too funny for her buzzed mind to take. She laughed again, dropping her head as she tried to hold it in. “Oh man,” Shiloh said with a sigh. “Thanks for agreeing to spend time with me, by the way. I was scared you might say no. That you might have plans with someone else on Valentine’s Day.”

“Mmm, not happening.” Skylar hummed, before laughing as Shiloh tried to convince her to do join in. Her head might be lightly spinning, but there wasn’t enough alcohol in the world that could convince her to do that. “Nope! Definitely not.” At Shiloh’s next words, Skylar couldn’t help but blink in confusion. Why would she have said no? If anything, she should be the one thanking Shiloh for even asking. But, it was the last part of her sentence that really threw her for a loop. Who else would Skylar have plans with..? “You had nothing to be scared about, really. I don’t usually have plans,” Skylar said before realizing that sounded super lame, “on Valentine’s day.” She added. Ah, great. Now instead of sounding like a shut-in, she just sounded like she never dated. Which… was true, but Shiloh didn’t need to know that. “Thank you for asking, really. This has been a lot of fun.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Shiloh said, her eyes not leaving Skylar (she should really watch where she’s going). “You’re so fun to hang out with, how do you not get Valentine’s Day plans?” Oh. She really said that huh? Oops. Shiloh looked away that time, clearing her throat. She was oddly comforted by the hand hold and started to slightly swing their hands as they walked. “I’m glad I asked.” She said with a smile. “I’ll ask every Valentine’s Day so you’ll always have plans.” Shiloh nodded. “Unless you don’t want to. You can say no,” she reminded her. “I’m sorry, I think I’m a little uh… tipsy.” She felt a slight breeze which made her momentarily. hunch her shoulders in reaction. Oh, Skylar might be cold. “It’s kind of cold. Do you want my jacket?” Shiloh asked since Skylar was just wearing a shirt. She didn’t want her to be cold though.

Glancing over at Shiloh, she caught how the other woman was looking at her and Skylar felt her cheeks darken. She pulled her eyes away to focus on the road ahead, gently tugging her hand to lead them down Main Street into the downtown area. The lights were a little hazy to her vision, but other than that, she was feeling pleasantly buzzed. “Oh, I don’t know, I don’t think I’m that fun to hang out with.” She said, waving the comment off with her free hand. Skylar blinked, startled by the offer. “I-- It’s okay! I’m feeling a bit of a buzz too, honestly.” She said. Hm? “Oh, I’m good, honestly. I kinda run warm.” She explained as they walked down the streets, past busy bars and restaurants making a brisk Valentine’s business.

“You are though.” Shiloh even gave her hand a squeeze - and she did notice Skylar’s hand was warm. Cool. She was about to say something else when she heard something fall on the ground. She turned her head, it was distant and she glanced back to see if Skylar noticed but remembered her hearing aid. Again she heard the sound. It was familiar. What was it? The sound started to seem closer and more frequent and then Shiloh saw it. Fish. “Uh, Skye?” She called out to her, tugging on her hand and then looking to meet her eyes. “The fish are coming.” In any situation it might have been funny to hear but right now it meant they had to find some cover and fast. Up ahead Shiloh saw a small awning. “Come on, over here.” She led them to it, finding it was a smaller space than she thought it would be. Skylar was really really close but she could hear the sound of fish splatting on the ground near them and she really didn’t want either of them to get smacked in the head. And right now maybe getting stuck pressed close to Skylar wasn’t the worst thing…

Not fully sure how to react to that, Skylar hummed noncommittally, cheeks still bright red. As they continued walking, she glanced at some of the people in the bars. It seemed as though there were lots of people enjoying the company of the people they cared about. Which was kinda what-- before she could read in too much into that thought, Shiloh tugged her hand. “Huh?” Focusing on Shiloh’s lips, she got something about fish-- oh no. Glancing up, she saw that there were indeed fish starting to come down. She hurried after Shiloh, but when they came to a sudden stop under the storefront, she nearly ran right into her in the confined space. “Ah, sorry...” Glancing down at the woman, Skylar was suddenly aware of how close they were. Her head was spinning from a combination of the wine and the soft scent of Shiloh’s perfume mixed with something distinctly woodsy. Maybe it was because she was so nice and sweet and wonderful. Or maybe it was just the wine. Either way, Skylar pushed all the thoughts from her mind as she leaned forward to kiss Shiloh.

Shiloh couldn’t look anywhere other than Skylar and her mind was buzzing with thoughts. She knew what she wanted to do and when she saw Skye coming close, she leaned up to meet her half way, closing her eyes when their lips met. Finally letting go of Skylar’s hand, it came up to rest on Skye’s waist as their kiss deepened. Maybe it was because Skylar was so close but Shiloh felt warmth covering her entire body as they kissed. Her lips were soft and the longer they kissed the more Shiloh wanted to taste. She would have continued, could have continued but there was a bang on the window they were leaning against. Apparently people were in there… whoops. Shiloh pulled away with a sheepish laugh, realizing also that her glasses had fogged up. She took them off to wipe them and realized there was a silence now. No more fish rain.

Skylar was pleasantly surprised when Shiloh met her halfway, lips soft against her own. The embrace was soft and sweet and not all that different the woman she was kissing. The longer they stayed there, the more Skylar’s head began to spin, from something entirely different from the alcohol. Lips parting slightly, she tilted her head just so-- the sudden bang startled her and she jumped a little, the sharp noise jarring her hearing aids. Skylar looked over to the source of the noise and went bright red. Oh god. There had been people-- had they seen that? They must have--Oh jesus. Watching as Shiloh cleaned her glasses, Skylar swallowed nervously. “I-- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just, um, kiss you out of the blue like that.” She said.

Shiloh turned to look at her smiling, “do I look like I minded?” Her eyes dropped to Skylar’s lips, unable to hold back and leaned to kiss her again, not giving a shit if anyone caught them. She pulled back. “There, now we’re even.” She reached down to grab Skylar’s hand once more. “We should probably hurry to your place before we get caught in the rain again. Come on.”

“I figured, I just--” Skylar’s mumbles were silenced by the kiss, which she was all too willing to lean back into. But, it ended just as soon as it began. A bit dazed, she nodded in agreement, allowing Shiloh to take her hand. “I… Yeah. That sounds like a good plan.” As she led the way back to her apartment, she couldn’t help but glance over at Shiloh for a moment. Wow. This wasn’t at all how she had thought her Valentine’s Day would have gone. But, the smile that refused to fade from her face was proof enough that it was a happy one.

#drunk on you #theskyeandsea #chatzy

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simplylove101 · 5 years ago

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Random Tangent About Ships & Cheating SLs

So, I was talking with my friend Lauren (@backtothestart02) yesterday about how when it comes to watching our shows and seeing certain ships of ours having cheating sls & how that affects how we feel towards them. This convo kinda came about cuz of the recent development we’ve heard about on Riverdale where Betty & Archie are gonna be cheating on their respective significant others with each other in the next episode... Which, okay, at this point I don’t even watch the show anymore since it sounds like it’s pretty much on crack these days (at least more than usual lol) so this isn’t your typical rant about “OMG HOW DARE YOU MESS WITH MY OTP LIKE THAT” in regards to that sl (re: yes, Bughead was my ship when I watched it but my investment in the show has been pretty much non-existent for way over a year now so that’s not my goal with this rant fyi lol) It’s just more the frustration of the excitement I’ve seen from people being all “YAY CHEATING” Cuz, yeah ok, it’s a silly TV show. Obviously. I get that lmao It’s just the reactions I’ve been seeing that are funny cuz there’s people who talk about toxic relationships and normally how cheating is a dealbreaker but in this one specific case we’re all suddenly cool with it... Okay lmao but yeah, if the ship has to happen because a character died or cheating is involved... doesn’t that already cheapen that new relationship too (and their character development along with it? lol)

Anyway, I actually just really wanted to use this as a chance to rant about my ships that made me deal with cheating sls and why those are basically the worse “obstacles” a show can throw at ships. At least that is, if you want people to root for them long term. lol Cheating obviously happens in real life, but then that’s usually the end of a relationship. Which is why I don’t think it’s surprising that when it comes to fiction, I find the element of cheating to be something that kinda taints my otps for me if it occurs in the story.

I can think of a couple of cases where I was able to accept it cuz the show mostly did right by them after the situation by showing the growth and how that would never been an issue again. But the cases where the cheating happens and it just feels like this thing that makes it so you can’t enjoy any of the things that came before it with that couple? That sucks. It feels cheap and like, really bad writing.

I think my thoughts on this subject stems all the way back to my very first TV ship: Jackie & Hyde from That 70′s Show. Anyone who really watched that show remembers that 2 episode arc of where Hyde thought Jackie cheated on him with Kelso (she hadn’t ofc but he did see her comforting him in a way that would be suspicious considering Kelso had wanted her back) so he cheated on her with a random nurse as payback. I remember watching the next episode heartbroken at the scene where Hyde has to tell her what he did after he realizes that he pulled that move for no reason at all and Jackie ultimately breaks up with him on the spot. Which I applauded her for. Because the girl had gotten cheated on by Kelso so much that she vowed that she wouldn’t let that happen to her again. Her relationship with Steven was supposed to be different, and up until that point, had been. It was a step back for all the development they had spent with them all season, but with how raw Hyde was during that scene and the scene where he tells Jackie that he loves her (evidenced by the fact that he actually isn’t wearing his usual sunglasses in either of those scenes), it can be said that it was clearly just a momentary regression. Do I think they could have handled it better towards getting them back together? Yeah. But then it was a sitcom so you gotta keep that in mind too. lol Otherwise, they mostly did right by them once they were back together until things got shaky again. But then this rant isn’t about how they deserved the endgame they were supposed to get and were robbed of. LOL But yeah, this is one of the rare cases they weren’t completely tainted for me.

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(For those of you that have never seen this ep....)

Another case of a ship where cheating happened, but in this case did have my ship pretty much tainted for me at the time was Joan & Adam on Joan of Arcadia. This is more a lowkey scenario cuz nobody who sees this will know them basically but I loved them dearly and I watched that show (pun not intended at all lol) religiously when it was on so when that sl came very much out of nowhere I was (I’d say) rightfully upset about it. There was no reason to have Adam cheat on Joan. It was just plain character assassination of a fan favorite, and for what? Drama??? I still have no idea. All I know it was a far cry from the boy who charmed his way into Joan’s heart in S1 who wasn’t even thinking about sex when they got together (Heck, *she* was the one who thought they were supposed to have sex in S1 at one point and again, that wasn’t even on his radar at the time lol). Enter later S2, he makes her feel pressured about them doing it a bit and then later he cheats on her with this random girl that we saw a couple times talking to him because of this... Um?? That’s just bad writing cuz it’s OOC. lol What’s worse is that Joan found out about this in the 19th episode of the season so when the show got cancelled, there had been barely any development after that. There was some since there was like 3 episodes or so after that, which meant there was just enough time to get them to a sorta neutral place with each other since they had the same friend group but otherwise, not much closure for shippers. Which was frustrating. You can’t just take that sharp of a turn in the story that late in a season with an unguaranteed next season with your main couple, especially if the cheating is coming out of left field. You just can’t, not if you want me to root for them at least. So.... yeah. That was bad. lol Definitely an example of why sometimes cheating does not need to be a storyline on a show.

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I was trying to think if there were any ships before this one that i would want to mention, and there might have been, but I can’t think of them at the moment. Which means next on the list is Zoe & Wade on Hart of Dixie. They’re still a big otp for me, which does show I was able to move past their cheating sl but again, they did get tainted a bit too. In some ways, their sl gave me some deja vu with Jackie & Hyde. At least in the way that the guy chooses to sleep with someone in a very rash way, and you just know this is gonna lead to an automatic breakup the second the girl finds out. There was no denying Zoe was gonna break up with him. It was heartbreaking to watch her come to the realization that he had cheated on her. And it was frustrating because it felt like they only got to be a proper couple for like maybe 4 episodes and then they pulled that move. It was like, you’ve been setting me up to root for this couple and... now what? They had undeniable chemistry so I guess the writers always counted on that for when they would ultimately bring them back together and they were right. I was able to root for them again, and it helped there had been some time that had passed (a whole season of them not being together!) and I was missing them a lot. But that said, it still felt like a misstep. Because when you wanna write a breakup, we should just throw in a cheating sl then? There were plenty of other ways to break up Zade, but they went in that direction. It just felt very lame, lazy and pure character regression in a way that didn’t make sense with the story they were telling imo. They were able to show that Wade had matured later on so it worked out, but this is one that made me upset so thank goodness they made up for it. lol

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(I dare you not to tear up lol)

Okay, the last ships I’m gonna mention briefly are both on The Bold Type.

Everyone in that fandom has expressed their frustration with how they handled the Kadena sl where Kat cheated and then they tried to have a open relationship to let her explore a bit or whatever in S2. I actually get where it wasn’t that bad cuz Adena told her she could see the other girls. Enter the next season, Kadena have sex when Kat is still in a relationship technically (I don’t care if she got the approval to see if there were still feelings there or not from Tia, that didn’t mean sleep with the ex. That meant talk) This is one of those cases where for me, cheating is never the ideal way to bring a ship back into the story. I know it happens but this didn’t make Kat or Adena look that great as characters for me. I know shit happens, just saying from a preference. Not gonna get deep into the awkwardness of S4 between these two, beyond saying that after S1, it does seem like the writers don’t fully know how to write them now still. They were a fan favorite ship for the show, and I think despite the bad writing for them sometimes in these later seasons, still are, but they really gotta start being more consistent with them if they want them to be rootworthy again. And please write Adena in character my goodness. The way they wrote her in 4x07 was just not it.

Which brings me to Janestripe,

They seriously dedicated a whole first half of a season dragging out the reveal that Ryan did more than kiss the lady he cheated on Jane with. I know beforehand the majority of the fandom hated Ryan already and thought Jane should have been with Ben instead, which honestly... ok, whatever. I still say Jane was having doubts about Ben so she was already starting to check out of that relationship a bit before Ryan declared his feelings for her at the end of S2. That said, once again, cheating isn’t ideal so I liked that Jane turned him down until she broke things off with Ben. I think people forget that the person in the middle of a triangle is making a choice and just cuz it’s not the choice you the viewer wanted doesn’t necessarily mean that it has to be the wrong one. Frankly, Ben was kinda dry for me. Idk. Anyway, I appreciated that they were trying to tell a story of growth for Ryan... Until they weren’t. lol They really could have kept it as a kiss but they started planting those little signs that it wasn’t between Ryan looking guilty during convos and then him telling the story again about what happened & it sounding like bullshit. We all knew but they made us wait 9 eps for Jane to figure out. Which was frustrating. I get what message they were trying to send in the end and I respected that but they couldn’t do it faster?? They were sending a lot of signs they were making them endgame by showing how serious they were getting but now? I don’t see them ever interacting again, unless they did find a reason to bring Ryan back but Idk. I just don’t get painting them in that kinda light if you were just planning to tear them down before the season was even over, you know? They could have just ended them in S3 and I would have got it. But they dragged it out into a whole another season and why??? lol

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I’m trying to figure out what more I wanna say about this topic. lol Beyond just thinking that I can’t stand cheating sls. I can barely stand any kinda love triangle sls as it is. Why must these tropes exist?? All they do is cause drama in fandoms. Which is prob why I don’t do them in the first place. lol

Anyway, I’m done now. lol

#shipper rant #don't mind me idek if any of this was coherent #i just had to get it out lol

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ravens-rambling · 6 years ago

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How Venom met the Spiders

A/N: So I have really been addicted to @sugarglider9603 and @ask-spiderverse-virgil Spideverse Au and I watched Venom the other day so I was inspired to make this! It’s gonna be how Deceit met Venom and how the gang met Venom and blah blah blah. It’s going to be similar to the Venom movie but with some differences here and there. And yes there will be a second part and yes this will end happy but for now, enjoy this beautiful angst.

summary: So there he was enjoying his alone time, being the loner of your kind will do that to you, when he suddenly got captured by these creatures called ‘humans’ and taken to their planet. Now at first, it was fun he was going to enjoy some sightseeing ya know the whole works. But no! Instead, they keep him in this tube and really the only thing he’s felt since he has arrived is pain! The nerve of them right? Once he gets out of here he will show them what mistake they made messing with Venom.

WC: 2,438

ships: Romantic RED/ Remilceit

warnings: Crying, Angst, Violence, Mentions of puking, Mentions of body horror, Cracked bones, uuuhhhh idk?

Tag List: @punsterterry @frostedlover @stormcrawler75 @mutechild @mycatshuman @panicattheeverywhere15 @thewinterbookqueen @analogical-mess

Pain

That’s all he has seen of this stupid world. That’s all he’s experienced. And quite frankly? It’s starting to get a bit boring to him. Though he has to admit at least it’s funnier here than at home… Well, he’s a loner too here but hey that’s beside the point right? Point is is that he is stuck on this miserable planet properly forever without the rest of his kind.

Take that as you will.

Some might say being stuck on a planet by yourself is fun. Some might say being alone and not knowing what the hell is going on around you with all the bright lights and noises is not fun. So hey whatever floats your boat.

One thing Venom is certain of is that he was taken from his planet with some of his kind for these stupid creatures ‘experiment’ to habitat his planet (I know stupid right? Pesky humans). Next, he’s either stuck in a tube barely able to move much or being in high amounts of pain which he’s got to say is not very fun won’t recommend that. Then he barely was able to hear loud shouting and was that guns going off? It was so hard to hear in this pesky tube.

Then a voice, “Royal, we need to get these out of here now. Arachne, go help Love Bite. Gale, clear the path for us.”

Venom didn’t recognize these voices… Interesting… They didn’t sound like their typical scientist. He moved more in his tube, maybe he can get one of their attention… Maybe he could-

A loud explosion went off right beside his tube. It appears that that explosion shattered his tube… How nice of them. And that his tube was the only one to shatter. As he leaned out of the glass he saw men rushing around. He heard his fellow people telling him to help them. Screw them. Not like he needs their help. Not like they had helped him before.

So he ignored them and crawled along the ground, he needs a host quickly. He can already feel the effects of these stupid planets elements taking hold of him and shutting down his body. Quick. Quick. Quick. Host. Need host.

Ah, this weakling will do. He went to the back corner human where it wouldn’t draw attention and quickly climbed up his leg. A grin just happened upon his face as he stuck onto the human's chest, he could feel the petty human's heart beating rapidly. He could hear it setting off its gun. And as he took it over he could hear it scream for help but over the chaos of the fighting, nobody batted an eye.

Aw… It’s kinda cute when it screams like this. Maybe he can have fun with this host?

Wait nope. As he took it over he could feel this host was practically useless. It wasn’t going to last long at all… Petty. Oh well, there goes that fun.

They stood up pointing their guns at…colorful humans? What the fuck was going on? There were human sticking to the ceiling and climbing the walls, even some slinging some sticky substance by the looks of it… Okay, this planet was way weirder than he originally thought.

Not like he cares though.

Quickly he turned around hoping for an exit. Ha! There it is. There’s no point in staying here it doesn’t concern him why take some pesky risk right?

So he ran towards it trying to make it seem like this human was scared for his life and was running with its tail between his legs. Hopefully, he was a good enough actor and… Yep, he was. Out he went into a hallway then another hallway. Where the fuck is outside?? Humans are so stupid sometimes with their elaborate buildings and pretty shiny things. How these dumb creatures managed to get to his planet he will never know.

After what felt like minutes of just running through hallways the yelling and guns shouting still echoing all the way down to him he was getting tired of this.

Jump.

Shielding the host he jumped out the window, down five stories building. Which was nothing for him mind you, he can go down more, but as he was he looked out and marveled on the city’s bright lights.

Well even though all he’s come to know about this planet is the pain he’s gonna admit these humans know how to make something look pretty. Pitty that this planet might end soon by what he’s heard. Why would creatures who lives on their own planet kill its own home? That's just stupid.

But yet again doesn’t concern him. All he needs is a way back home.

When he landed in an alleyway he looked around growling under his breath. He spotted a…4 legged creature looking up at him with fear in its eyes. It was furry with a long tail and boy does it look tasty.

In a moment he lunged forward and in another, the furry thing disappeared and he was licking his lips. Meh, not as tasty as he would have hoped oh well. Just another disappointment.

Alright. Step one, find a more suitable host.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Dolion kept mumbling under his breath as he ran down the street. A piece of toast was in his mouth as he checked his phone. Yep totally late to this meeting. Fuck. Fuck. What great first impression this was.

This was all Remy’s fault. He just had to insist on staying over at his place last night. And Picani wasn’t any help, in fact, he only helped Remy in making sure he stayed. Though they did it with good intentions, after all, they wanted to see what he was going to wear in his interview and make sure he looked okay before leaving. And had wanted him to relax a bit beforehand. Yeah, they were pretty nice boyfriends. And yeah he does appreciate their help. And yeah he does love them, don’t tell them he said that though he will never hear the end of it.

Truthfully they did need some time to relax. It was hard finding the time to spend with each other. What with Remy going to his university plus his super heroing taking up literally all his time. And Picani also going to classes and trying to get his job and dealing with his bull shit father all in the midst of things. Dolion was also trying to get a job while holding on to his part-time classes they literally had no time together anymore.

Luckily it wasn’t affecting their relationship at all but he knew it was a matter of time. Just like all his other relationships right? They will get tired of him eventually and move on. Could he really blame them though? Between his speech deformity of only speaking lies and the fact that he honestly looks ugly, it’s a surprise that they’ve stuck around this long. It’s only a matter of time…

Something caught his eye though as he ran past an alleyway. Something dark moving in the shadows. But it wasn’t somebody or some animal no from what Dolion could see it looked…sludge like? Now, this is the city man for all he knows this is some government project or some alien. Really he shouldn’t go poking a stick at it…

Nah, he’s gonna poke a stick at it. If it is some project or alien he knows that Remy would be delighted to see it, less work on his part. And they will have more time together, right? Or at least he hopes so.

So yeah he slowly approached it grabbing a piece of trash by the garbage can as he continued to munch his toast. This is way more interesting than some stupid interview anyways.

He jumped a bit as the thing moved towards him.

“Woah there…”

It was definitely sludge like what the heck is it? How is it moving? It seemed to have a mind of its own as it moves side to side as if it was looking for something…

“Hey, there big guy… What ya up to?”

The sludge got even closer as he talked his breath quickened as it kept getting closer and closer. Okay, it’s getting way too close for comfort now. The boy kept backing up away from it but it would only go faster towards him. Trying not to scream he threw some of the garbage at it only for it to get agitated by the looks of it.

Then it jumped at him. Screaming he tried to run away from it smacking and throwing his hands up to block it from his face. He watched helplessly as it went through his fingers and went towards his mouth. All he could do was scream and hope Remy or the others will hear him? No that was a fat chance they were properly clear across the city by now.

His breaths came in whooping gasps as he could feel it dissolve inside him. He felt it go down his throat and into his body. It felt exactly like sludge was inside his skin, was pouring into his organs and blood. The pain as it went through him was unimaginable it was almost like swallowing lava or nails. It was burning but soothing almost at the same time. All he could do was whimper and cry as he laid on the ground hoping he will pass out soon.

Then just like that the unbearable pain stopped. But still his body won’t stop shaking, still he felt heat pouring down his face in waves, still, he couldn’t move. His entire body hurt.

“Hey… dude your alright? I uh…”

Even though he felt his body rise up and his hands move he didn’t have any control over it. It felt like he was a puppet and somebody else was moving his strings. He was still crying and breathing heavily as he turned towards the young male.

In a split second, he lunged forward and pinned the boy down into the ground. His tears were on the boy's face as he tried to move his own body off him.

Then a sudden voice sounded in his head, a burst of laughter, as darkness took over half his vision.

Fangs prodded from his own teeth, dark sludge covered his entire body up to his one eye, he could tell the sludge was smiling. He could tell what the sludge was thinking just before he did it. And he wailed loudly as the thing ripped into him.

Dolion shakily walked up the stairs to his apartment hoping beyond hope that nobody will stop him. And that he won’t throw up in the process. Everything was spinning and tilting. His stomach was doing backflips. He could tell he was still crying and his breathing won’t calm down. His own chest felt like it was collapsing on itself. Everything was blurry… Why was it so hot out? It’s winter shouldn’t it be freezing??

With panting breaths, he sighed in relief as he made it to his room. Very shakily he dug in his pocket for his keys, he had to lean on the wall for support as he did so for he knew if he didn’t he was going to fall. Gulping he managed to bring it out and he almost dropped the keys before he could find the right one, which was difficult all on its own. Thankfully it wasn’t that hard to shove the key in the door. He all but practically fell in his apartment clumsily closing the door behind him and making his way to the couch.

Maybe he’s just sick... Yeah… He’s got the flu and that was just a dream… Maybe this entire thing is a dream… Maybe he just has to sleep it off… That sounds about right…

Within moments he was out like a light not even bothering to take off his sweaty clothes or lock the door…

“D? Hey Dee are you okay? Dee, can you wake up for me?”

Somebody's voice… Somebody… Who was it again? Wait it sounded familiar…

Emile right? That sounded right…

Slowly he opened his eyes to find a blurry concerned gaze of his boyfriend staring down at him. Dolion could feel a cool hand pressed against his cheek. That did feel nice… Mumbling something intangible under his breath he tried moving but found yet again that he couldn’t.

“There’s my Dee. Your burning up babe.”

Dolion mumbled something yet again. Before he could even warn Picani it felt like something took a hold of his body again. No. No. No, please…

Suddenly he stood up knocking Emile off him and almost causing him to smack his head against the coffee table. With wide eyes, he looked up to him, “Dee! Are you alright Dee? Hey speak to me I don’t like the-”

Dolion's hand shot out, but it couldn’t be his hand, he wasn’t moving it, it gripped onto Picani's neck. Within a moment he was squeezing Emile's neck even raising him in the air, effortlessly. The painful fearful look in his boyfriend's eyes wanted him to throw up right there. He could feel Picani shaking under his hand, he could feel his gripping on and trying to tear his grip from his neck as much as possible. There were tears in his eyes.

“D-Dee… Wh-What's…”

“No… Please… S-Stop…” Dolion managed to mumble out through his own tears leaking out of his eyes. Anything but Emile… Please…

“If you say so…”

A grinding voice in his head said.

As Dolion was processing the fact that he just heard a voice in his head his hand gripped onto Picani tighter and with one swing threw him against the brick wall of his apartment. He heard a sickening crack of Picani's leg and arm being broken and it made Dolion cry harder. He’s doing this right? He’s hurting his own boyfriend. Oh god, what’s wrong with him…

Picani fell to the ground and didn’t get up, he must be unconscious.

“Don’t know why you care so much about it. Weakling is what he is.”

Dolion could only watch helplessly as he walked out of the apartment he tried to scream to Picani to help him, he tried to stop his own body from moving, but nothing worked. It seemed only pleading would work with this creature. All he had control of was his shaking and crying as they walked out of the building and into the streets.

“I-I am…so sorry E-Em…”

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talkfastromance4 · 6 years ago

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Earthshine [2]

Part one is here

Playlist is here

When tour was finally over you were able to see Ashton after the longest nine months. Unfortunately you wouldn’t be able to see each other until you met him at the carpet for the awards show. He told you what his outfit would be and you made sure the dress you bought would match his accordingly.

The dress you chose was a long sleeved black sequined dress that stopped at mid-thigh with a peek-a-boo back. This was the first time you’d be seeing your boyfriend in so long you wanted to make sure you looked amazing so you got your hair and nails done in the early morning. You followed a make-up tutorial to a T on YouTube and turned your body every which way in floor length mirror. You didn’t want a hair out of place or smudged mascara anywhere.

After the thousandth time twirling in front of the mirror, you got a text that the car taking you to the awards arrived at your hotel. With one final look you snatch your sequined clutch and rushed out the door. The view to the carpet was spectacular since you’ve never been to Australia but the pretty sights didn’t alter the bundle of nerves in your belly.

Not only would this be the first time you’re seeing Ashton, it would also be the first appearance you’d be making as a couple. With the whole fandom watching. With photographers snapping your photo any chance they got.

“Here we are miss,” the driver says rolling to a stop at the end of the carpet. “Ashton said someone is out there waiting for you and will take you where you need to be.”

“Perfect, thank you,” you smile at him in the rear view mirror. With a deep breath you open the door and exit the vehicle, making sure your legs were crossed (you’d seen magazine articles of sneaky peep shots).

“Y/n?” a short woman with dark hair asks holding two phones in her hand.

“Yes?”

“Follow me, I’m Anya and I’ll be taking you to the checkpoint where you’ll meet Ashton and the others,” she says already spinning in her heels and walking away.

You skip a little to keep up with her and nearly bump into her when she suddenly stops near an ARIA’s backdrop next to some plants.

“I just got notified that the guys just arrived. He’ll meet you here in no less than ten minutes, they need to do photos and small interviews beforehand,” Anya explains.

“Okay. Thank you,” you smile meekly at her before she leaves you all alone next to the plants.

You try to relax your breathing as you take in the controlled chaos all around you and tried not to hyperventilate as celebrities walked past you. Checking your phone you saw it’s been nearly eight minutes and when you glance up you see a familiar face. Your breath gets caught in your throat as Ashton finishes speaking with a reporter and he’s right there looking sensational in all black with a shimmery suit coat. Your dress matched him perfectly.

You roll your lips into your mouth shaking your leg to prevent yourself from darting over to him and leaping into his arms. You watch as he steps back to let Luke talk next when he looks over in your direction and it’s like the world stops. Just like when you first met nearly ten months ago the stars aligned and you felt a wave of peace wash over you as you locked eyes with Ashton.

To your surprise he leaves the boys and reporter and is in front of you in mere seconds, his large hands cupping your face. The familiar warmth and body shave rolled over you and all you felt was happiness as you both stared at each other.

“You’re here, you’re really here,” he murmurs stroking your cheek. Then his hands are removed from your face and instead wrapped around your lower back as he lifts you into a spinning hug.

You squeal in his ear but hug him back with as much enthusiasm and soon you’re both laughing, not even realizing the flashes going off at your small reunion. The butterflies are still in your stomach but you feel whole again with Ashton there. He sets you back on your feet and lets out a deep sigh, his brows pulling together.

“I really want to kiss you,” he confesses caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“I won’t stop you,” you shake your head.

“Even in front of all these people?”

“You’re the only one that matters to me.”

He flashes a smile before connecting his lips to yours and you feel as if your body is filled with air. Your hand plays with his hair at the base of his neck while his hold tightens on your waist. To your dismay he breaks the kiss quickly but then you remember you’re in front of people. People with cameras nonetheless.

The rest of the evening is spent with cheek kisses, hand holding, knuckle kisses from Ashton and finding any excuse to be in physical contact. The boys ended up winning three of the four of their nominations and you cheered as loud as you could each time.

Walking back to your hotel room hand in hand and Ashton’s jacket slung around your shoulders, he breaks the comfortable silence.

“I’m so grateful that you’re here, angel,” he says.

“I am too,” you smile at him pulling your room card out of your purse.

“Honestly, if we didn’t win anything tonight I feel like I have the best prize in the whole world because you’re here with me.”

You feel your cheeks redden as you open the door. You release his hand leaning against the open door and gaze up at him.

“Oh yeah? Would you like to unwrap your prize?” you step back into the room biting your lip.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he groans.

His jacket is soon on the floor with the rest of your clothes following suit. The waning gibbous moon shone through the crack of the curtains as Ashton showed you just how much gratitude he had.

•○•○•

After months and months of planning, the 10 year anniversary party of the magazine you work for has arrived. Since you became Senior Assistant to the editor the job to plan the party fell into your hands. You spent odd hours at the office planning and planning. From the venue all the way to the design on the napkins, it was your responsibility.

It was taking up so much of your time that you fell asleep during a wonderful dinner that Ashton made for you one night.

But now the party is here and Ashton of course accompanied you on your big night. He was completely astounded at how perfect you made everything look and he even felt a little smug when he overheard your coworkers gushing about the whole festivity.

You were beaming the whole night and Ashton was so proud to see you succeed in your element until a man approached you with two drinks in hand. You took the champagne flute graciously. Ashton decided to cut in when he noticed the bloke rubbed your back a little too affectionately.

“There you are love,” Ashton greets and presses a kiss to your forehead before slinging his arm around your shoulders protectively. He eyes up the bloke in front of you who’s about a head shorter than Ashton and has his dark hair slicked back.

“Oh, Ashton this is my assistant—“ it still floored you that you had your own assistant—“Clay Watkins. He helped me with planning.”

“I did no such thing, this was all you,” Clay beams. “I just made sure your notes and payments were organized.”

“Which helped me a ton!” you protest.

“She’s so modest,” Clay grins looking at Ashton.

“I know she is,” he responds a little too coldly. You throw Ashton a look.

For the rest of the evening Ashton was a little too quiet for your liking and you noticed the hard glare he gave Clay whenever he approached you or spoke to you. This wasn’t the time or the place to discuss his jealous tendencies—that you had no idea he possessed—so you tried to keep your attitude light. Even though his behavior was driving you nuts.

“Why were you acting weird tonight?” you finally ask as you set your purse down on the kitchen counter back at the house.

“I don’t like that Clay guy,” Ashton shakes his head, “he was always touching you and trying to tell me things about you. As if I didn’t already know.”

“He’s my assistant, Ash. We spent a lot of time together because of this party.”

“Yeah, working until well past midnight most nights,” he mumbles peeling off his suit jacket.

Your mouth is agape at what his words were insinuating. “You honestly think I would cheat on you?” You can’t believe this. Where was this insecurity coming from?

“No, of course—“

“Don’t you trust me?”

“Babe, I do trust—“

“Clay is my coworker, nothing will ever happen because I love you. But it’s not like I don’t have to deal with girls flaunting themselves at you while you’re halfway around the world,” you scoff and cross your arms.

“That’s different, I don’t work with them.”

“How does that make a difference? And it’s not just out in public, I’ve seen the comments and how other celebrities send you messages on Instagram but I trust you and our relationship. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt me any less.” You swipe away a stray tear that betrayed you in your growing anger and frustration. Ashton has nothing to say, he just looks at his feet.

“I’m tired and my feet hurt. I’m going to bed,” you shake your head kicking your heels off then carry them upstairs to your bedroom.

You feel Ashton’s body against yours as you lay under the covers, his hands wrap around to the front of your stomach, his mouth in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t like seeing how Clay acts around you but I shouldn’t have acted the way that I did,” he apologizes, “my jealousy got the better of me.” His breath tickles your ear and you roll onto your back to look up at him.

“Thank you for apologizing, now you got a little taste of what I went through while you were gone,” you say meekly.

“I wish I could stop it. I’ve only got eyes for you, love.” He kisses your nose then the corner of your mouth before sealing his love for you in a kiss.

“Ditto,” you smile on his lips and you both hold each other comfortably.

The third quarter moon shines down on you, the forgiveness pushing away the earlier resentment and jealousy. Like the moon, the light of your love cast away any impending darkness.

•○•○•

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since you lost your baby.

You and Ashton were elated when the unexpected joy appeared in your lives. The thought of a little bit of you and a little bit of him had made an itty bitty baby was so surreal you couldn’t help but smile each time you touched your stomach.

Since that terrible day you moved around Ashton like a planet lost in orbit. The light in your eyes drained, the color in your cheeks paled and you barely spoke. Because if you spoke, the terrible thoughts of how it’s your fault would take over and you’d have no choice but to believe it..

Ashton tried to console you on numerous occasions, but he didn’t know exactly how to help. He couldn’t even imagine what you were going through but he never left your side. When/if you finally released your hurt and anger he would be there. If you needed a punching bag he would be there.

He hated seeing you this way. Then one night when he came home he heard Tom Waits blasting from upstairs. He found you leaning against the bed on the floor, your face was red with dried tears on your cheeks and shirt.

“Baby,” he says gently and sits next to you. He’s upset he wasn’t here to help you when you finally released your pent up pain.

Without a word, you crawl onto his lap folding yourself into his warm embrace. His arms hold onto you protectively, his touch eased some of the aching and doubt you’d been feeling the last few weeks.

“What can I do?” he asks a little helpless.

“Just hold me,” you whisper into his neck. You close your eyes and concentrate on his breathing, you can feel his pulse on your lips.

Ashton tangles his fingers through your hair and hums along to the song. You cried yourself dry you were exhausted. You wanted to release your pain on your own and completely surrender to it so you’d be one step closer to healing.

You and Ashton stayed like that until the moon rose in the darkened violet sky. Your pain and sadness waned with the crescent of the moon, the light illuminating hope.

•○•○•

The candles were lit, the flowers were displayed perfectly about the room and the violins were singing softly, the echo around the room was angelic. A quiet hum from the guests filled the warm space as they watched Ashton and his groomsmen take their place at the end of the aisle. He stood proudly and confidently even though his heart was racing in anticipation for you.

The string quartet began to play and your bridesmaids glided down the aisle. Ashton began to tap his fingers on the back of his other hand, a habit he formed from playing drums to help calm him down.

The quartet transitions into the song you’ll be walking down the aisle to and Ashton’s never been more nervous and excited in his life. You shared the same sentiments on the other side of the double doors.

The candles and flowers took your breath away as soon as the doors opened, but you only paid attention to them for a moment until you locked eyes with Ashton and the whole world stopped. The stars aligned just like the first time you met in the coffee shop four years ago.

You both beamed as you made your way to the love of your life, tears springing in your eyes as Ashton wiped his own tears with his thumbs. He looked amazing with the glow of the candles behind him, it was like your own little universe with the small flames.

After the ceremony and pictures (so many pictures) it was time for dinner and the reception. Throughout the course of the meal the glasses were clinked with knives and forks over a dozen times and each time you kissed each other happily.

“It’s time for our first dance, wife,” he grins holding his hand out to you.

The song ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ begins to play as soon as you’re pulled against his chest. Looks of love and elation passed between you two and he kept murmuring how gorgeous you look. Photos and video captured your first dance as husband and wife, but when you were in each other’s arms it was like you were the only two people in the world.

“You’re my husband,” you can’t help but giggle at the realization.

“For better or for worse, angel,” he smirks tightening his hold on your waist.

Some things are meant to be

Ashton spins you away from him, your dress twirling beautifully. The music halts for a perfect moment, then when Kina Grannis sings again

So, take my hand, take my whole life, too

He holds out his hand for you to take and he spins you right back into his chest. The crowd awed and oohed at the beautiful moment, both of you smiled before he leans down and presses his lips to yours. More cheers are heard but you keep kissing him until the song is over.

When the party was over and you kissed the last guest goodbye, you and Ashton retired to your honeymoon suite in the hotel. He looked delicious with his white shirt unbuttoned, his tie hanging loosely around his neck and his hair tousled.

Once the door snapped shut behind you, his long fingers were already undoing the buttons along your back, his lips sucking on your neck as he did so. His mouth followed his fingers and when the last button was undone, your pretty white gown billowed to the ground like a cloud. He spun you around by your thighs so you were facing him, your hands immediately brushing through his hair.

“What’s this?” he asks raising his eyebrows as he traces the written word ‘new’ below your bellybutton.

“Well, you know how I have to have something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue?”

“Yeah . . .” he nods slowly still staring at the word. You could practically see the gears in his mind trying to decipher what this means.

“Well,” you sigh, “my something new is inside me. I’ll be twelve weeks tomorrow, Ashton.”

“Are you saying you’re--?” he looks up at you with wide eyes.

“I’m pregnant,” you nod. “My doctor says I was in the clear on week eight but I wanted to make sure before I told you.”

“Woo!” He yelps excitedly and lifts you into his arms. Your legs wrap around his waist and he tosses you onto the bed attaching his lips to yours greedily. You’re laughing around his mouth at his enthusiasm then he looks at you in awe. “This is the best wedding day ever.” He lowers himself down to your belly and kisses the temporary ink, his lips lingering on each letter. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Shh, I was talking to little pip,”

“Little pip?” you laugh brushing his hair from his forehead.

“Little pipsqueak,” he shrugs and kisses your belly again. Now that Ashton knows the slight roundness of your tummy seems more prominent now.

“Are you happy?”

Ashton hovers above you, his hands on either side of your face. “I am the happiest man in the world,” he gives you a hard kiss then his eyes turn dark with lust. “Now, I want to make you feel as good as I do.”

His finger slips below the white lace of your panties, you moan from his touch and the curl of his finger. Somehow through the work of his magic fingers, you push his shirt from his body and he attaches his mouth to your neck.

You make love under the new moon, you can barely see the outline but it’s a sign of new beginnings. You and Ashton have gone through many moon phases in your relationship, each one powerful and significant in its own way to bring you this very moment. Your love began with the moon and within that love you created the most perfect miracle.

With the sunshine from him and the moonlight from you, your little baby is your own earthshine. Your love will forever glow.

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kisugay · 6 years ago

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Ok now that I watched all of the Bleach live action movie, here’s my take on it.

I’ll look at it first only as a standalone movie made to be watched by people unfamiliar with Bleach, and second as a movie representative of the Bleach series from the perspective of a long-time fan.

As a standalone movie...

It was okay! I’ll list good things first. The music and the CGI were pretty good all things considered for an anime live action! The Drink Your Milk song is catchy, and Uryuu’s bow and arrows are probably the coolest thing in the movie. (I actually gasped and grinned like an idiot when Uryuu pulled out his bow in front of Ichigo.) There were some particularly cool or funny scenes. The actors were pretty good. The fight choreography was good. Besides the blatant over-usage of wide shots for transitions, I thought it was shot and edited nicely. I liked that they used some elements of horror genre in certain places, especially for the beginning scene, beginning credits, the introduction of the Hollows, and the introductions of the shinigami characters. The plot did complete itself, though there are some issues with it.

The bad things: Rukia’s and Ichigo’s friendship was very sweet, though it sucked that there was a ridiculous amount of subtext and Rukia was a damsel in distress nearly the entire time. I feel like if the director had focused more on making sure the plot and character’s motives made sense rather than including entire scenes for the purpose of teasing Ichigo and Rukia as a couple, it would’ve been an even better movie.

As a standalone, it was decent. Not the best or worst thing ever, and I feel it would be hard for a lot of people to really love it and get into it. But it sure is fun to look at!

As a long-time fan...

It is quite bad but still lovable.

I genuinely enjoyed the first 30 minutes of this movie, no joke. It followed canon well enough up until Renji’s introduction, then that’s where it started getting weird. I really liked the talent choices for Ichigo, Rukia, Chad, Isshin, Uryuu, Renji, and Urahara. Old and new fans alike can enjoy the music, CGI, editing, and fight choreography, so that’s good. In general, the beginning had me really excited because it all felt really natural when the movie followed canon, and it was only when the plot moved away from canon that I started to not be so sure about it.

Of course you can’t judge plot the same way; there has to be many changes because you can only do so much in roughly 2 hours to condense such a long series. But I was surprised that their solution was to mash completely different events together and scramble them up. I don’t know if I really like the ordering of events, but I think their reasoning for it was to save time and have more fluid transitions so events don’t seem disjointed, so I give them points for trying. Although it made for some pretty strange moments where they took lines out of context and used them for other scenes and it didn’t quite fit. (Ex. Isshin’s “grow old and die smiling long after me” speech was used for the end, but in a place that didn’t make sense because Ichigo had just forgotten everything that happened and Isshin and Ichigo had no dialogue beforehand in that scene.)

Like I said before, there is a lot of focus on Ichigo’s and Rukia’s relationship and the subtext present, which is unfortunate because there’s a lot of other things that could’ve been focused on during that time. If you like that pairing then it makes the movie amazing for you. But to everyone else who hates or is indifferent to the pairing, it just makes the movie drag because you know they’re not really getting together anyway. I already sorta predicted that there would be some weird romantic subtexty bullshit, because what else draws in viewers more than a romance that doesn’t need to be there? But whatever.

Knowing beforehand that Renji and Byakuya were going to be the villains of the movie at least prepared me for their very different characterization where they’re just ruthless killers and not much else. Their characterization serves the movie itself pretty well, logically I know that. But as a Bleach fan I still can’t help but feel disappointed that Renji didn’t have a good heart and good intentions when that’s 90% of his character. Byakuya is not changed quite as much and is just waaay more upfront about things. Despite having no heart, Renji still looks pretty damn cool, and I liked that they did do a good job on the CGI when he released his Zanpakuto and started swinging it around.

So yeah, the plot is basically a Frankenstein of the original, and some big changes had to happen, especially at the end. But man it certainly doesn’t represent Bleach all that well story-wise, and it’s kinda hard not to be a little disappointed.

Despite all that, I will say this: The movie looks visually pleasing and sounds cool. It has a lot of style over substance, and draws from various influences such as punk rock, horror, Shinto religion, Japanese sitcoms/j-drama, and samurai movies, which is something that makes it undeniably Bleach. The movie is fully representative of Bleach in its style, it’s just the substance like the plot and characterization that isn’t representative.

So it is definitely Bleach, and we can celebrate it for the things that Bleach already does well, but I wouldn’t say that it represents Bleach super well in terms of narrative. Fans knew the narrative was going to be sacrificed due to time restrictions, but we just didn’t know how much or in what sort of way. Narrative obviously suffered big time, no question about it, and it did make it a bad movie from a fan’s point of view. But as a long-time fan, I’ll still like it anyway because it’s Bleach.

#sky watches bleach la #this is very long i apologize

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talking-head-productions · 7 years ago

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If I Go Back In Time Part 2

I realized that were I to actually pitch the movie, the executives and producers would probably ask about more movies going forward. After all, this is supposed to be a cinematic universe to compete with Marvel. I've given it some thought- firstly, the casting of the heroes will be the same, because as far as I'm concerned they all did okay. Secondly, here's a list of possible films in my version of the DCEU:

Man of Steel 2

Plot: See the old post.

To Be Released: Given I said I'd go back to 2012, earliest release would probably be mid 2014

Marketing Notes: Keep it to a minimum. Maybe 2 trailers and a handful of tv spots. Around 4 minutes of footage total, all of it from the first half of the movie. Lower people's expectations a little so they can be surprised if it's any good.

Wonder Woman

Plot: Mostly the same as the one we got for real, but a few significant changes...

Lois Lane is the one conversing with Diana about the photograph, not Batman.

Ares did not kill all of the gods, they simply withdrew from the world of man once humans got too violent. They're in some pocket dimension version of Mount Olympus, waiting for future movies.

Diana does not think that Danny Houston's character is Ares. But she does think he knows where Ares is, because she has a very black-and-white view of the world right now, and Steve told her that Britain and their allies were the good guys. So obviously Ares is on the side of the 'bad' guys, the Germans.

Towards the middle of the movie, when Charlie the sniper is having his breakdown, Diana takes him aside and tells him that the older Amazons still have nightmares about battles from thousands of years ago. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It tends to help them when their friends are nearby. Now, they're not going to force him to fight, but they do want him to come with them. After all, if he stays, who will sing for them? I just think that having that conversation beforehand would be a bit more respectful of his condition. Also it comes back in the climax, Diana at one point has a gun to the back of her head in the middle of a fight, and Charlie shoots the guy first.

When Ares shows up towards the climax, he's actually a good guy who's been trying to end the war peacefully. Turns out, the mythology Diana was taught was wrong. The gods withdrew towards the end of the reign of the first Amazon queen, Otrera. Otrera according to the real world myths had a fling with Ares, which probably ended badly. Here, she would have lied about the reason for the gods' leaving just because she doesn't like Ares. And turns out, mankind really are just a bunch of warmongering assholes. Sometimes.

The real big bad is Doctor Poison. She uses Diana's discarded sword to stab Ares in the back, poisons Diana to weaken her, then huffs some of her own super-serum gas to make the boss battle a fair(-ish) fight.

When Steve comes up to Diana to tell her about his plan to destroy the plane, she can hear him and actually gives him her blessing. So no more 'hung up on her ex' version! It's just not possible if she told him to do it.

There are a couple bits of set up for the next film. First, at some point underwater ruins are mentioned, and Diana asks if Atlantis has fallen in the war. Steve asks if it actually exists, to which Diana replies, “Last time I knew...” The second part is a mid-credits scene where Lois sends Diana another message, asking her to look at a video. The video is exactly the same as the one we got in BvS, of Aquaman underwater stabbing the camera with his trident. During the clip, we hear a part of what will be Aquaman's theme, same as how WW's theme played in her pre-credits scene.

To Be Released: Probably late 2015, early 2016

Marketing Notes: Nothing is released or announced regarding this film until after MoS 2 has been in theaters for a week. I want people to go absolutely fucking apeshit in theaters when they realize that Wonder Woman of all characters will be the next film. Considering how she'd been regarded by Warner Bros. in the past.

The Aquaman

Plot: It's like a crazy Star Wars/Black Panther/Moana fusion. An Operatic Superhero Political-and-Family Drama based out of a futuristic Polynesian magitek version of Atlantis, with only a few scenes above the water.

To Be Released: Mid to late 2017.

Marketing Notes: Don't have a lot of action in the trailers. There will be action in the movie, including a badass final fight, but it'll be less than most superhero films. Focus on the drama in the trailers to accurately represent the movie.

Knight of Gotham

Plot: This movie will be the smallest scale movie in the franchise. It'll focus in on Batman's detective skills more than anything (though he'll still kick major ass).When the movie begins, all of Batman's more famous foes are locked up in Arkham Asylum. He hasn't been seen much lately. So smaller criminals are starting to think it's safe to operate in Gotham again. Mob boss Don Carmine Falcone wants in on it. So he puts out a hit on Commissioner Gordon, the only non-corrupt official in the city. The first taker is Deadshot (setting him up for you-know-what, but a better version). After that a couple of small-time killers. Then Ra's Al-Ghul shows up and tells Batman that every assassin not a part of the League will likely be heading to Gotham to try and kill James Gordon. However, there's only one to really be concerned about: a man named Victor Zsasz. The rest of the film is a cat-and-mouse game between Batman (plus Jim and Batgirl) and Zsasz, culminating in a boss fight that would rival both John Wick movies put together. At the end, Zsasz is a sore loser and blows up Arkham, releasing the villains for future films. At some point, Batman talked to Deadshot in prison and got him to give up Falcone as the one who put out the hit, so Falcone goes to jail and Deadshot is placed in lesser security, with his name marked under the Task Force X label.

To Be Released: Early to mid 2018.

Marketing Notes: Give a significant amount of focus to Batgirl's involvement. People will love that, so long as there's no hint of anything between her and Bruce (there won't be).

Justice League

Plot: We introduce The Flash and Cyborg as a comedic duo of superheroes from STAR Labs, with a dynamic not too dissimilar from Deadpool and Cable, or maybe Hawkeye and Scarlet Witch. The villain of the film is Abra Kadabra, a Flash villain from the distant future who uses nanomachines to do... a lot of different things. He styles himself after a stage magician. As a character in the film, he wants to shunt the Earth into a pocket dimension (make the whole world... disappear!) in order to save it from future disasters. However, the process would kill most of humanity, which is why the League have to stop him. It takes all five powered heroes to hold him down, while Batman delivers the disabling blow using one of his gadgets.

To Be Released: Day after New Year's, 2019.

Marketing Notes: In the film, Abra Kadabra will use his powers to shape shift into the heroes at multiple points. We can use this to run a “Who can you trust?” tagline, with emphasis on the fights, because this movie is spectacle incarnate. With a simple plot.

Man of Steel 3

Plot: This is the one where Lex Luthor reveals his true nature. The big fight will be Warsuit Lex vs Superman. Kryptonite will be introduced here. Other than that, I'm not sure.

To Be Released: Fall 2019.

Marketing Notes: Fake anti-Superman propaganda clips put out by Lex Corp.

Wonder Woman 2

Plot: Villain will probably be Cheetah, since she's the one of the most popular. Might be good to have Diana team up with Flash, just to bring that fun element in, and maybe some time travel stuff. Possibly bringing Steve Trevor back.

To Be Released: Late spring 2020.

Marketing Notes: If Flash is involved, focus on his and Diana's dynamic.

Gotham Sirens

Plot: Catwoman and Lady Shiva have been partners in thievery for a while now. They're hired by Silver St Cloud to steal a sacred amulet (it's actually magic), and they decide to team up with Arkham escapees Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn for the extra muscle. Ivy has her own plans, however, and it involves using the amulet to turn the whole city into a jungle.The reason they needed the extra muscle to steal the amulet is because it was guarded by a private security firm named Grayson and Sons. One guess to who the survivor of the Siren's attack is. Yeah, this movie introduces Nightwing (he skips the Robin identity). He teams up with Batman, Batgirl, and most likely our two thieves to stop Poison Ivy.

To Be Released: Mid fall 2020. Hitting a rhythm now.

Marketing Notes: One half of the material is about the all-girl villain team, the other half is about the growing Bat Family.

Fall of Justice: Tower of Babel

Plot: After Abra Kadabra's tricks, Batman realized how dangerous the rest of the League were and created weapons to stop them if they ever went bad. Unfortunately, someone (maybe Joker? Who would not be played by Jared Leto- I'm thinking Nicholas Hoult, considering his performance as Nux in Mad Max Fury Road) has stolen those weapons and the League is in genuine danger. If not the Joker, perhaps The Rogues came over from Central City and this is Leonard Snart's origin as Captain Cold (the cold gun is in the weapon cache).

To Be Released: Spring 2021.

Marketing Notes: This'll be the darkest entry in the canon so far. Someone will probably die, though who I don't know. Probably a supporting character, but an important one.

There will of course be more movies, but I'm not sure of the order or most of the details. Here's a really quick list:

Constantine (introduce the weird mythos of Dream and the Endless)

Dark Justice (aka, Justice League Dark- the villain will be Enchantress)

Titans (a second superhero team is started by Nightwing and includes Beast Boy, Starfire, and a couple others, and Deathstroke is the villain)

Crisis on Infinite Earths (eventually)

Fall of Justice: The Crime Syndicate (evil versions of our heroes from another Earth)

Flashpoint (without the major reboot aspect)

An Untitled Green Lantern Film (used to introduce planets like Thanagar and Tamaran, as well as the Manhunters)

Identity Crisis (without the “Doctor Light is a serial rapist” part)

Final Crisis (not the last movie)

Suicide Squad (alternately titled “Task Force X”, with a different villain)

Untitled Justice League Sequel (with the Legion of Doom as the bad guys)

Untitled Titans Sequel (with Brother Blood as the villain)

New Gods (I don't know enough about them to even speculate, but this oughta be cool)

Untitled Man of Steel Sequel (uses “Death of Superman” plot)

The Dark Knight Lives (at some point, probably in a League film, Bruce Wayne retired and Batman was believed to be dead. Now he comes back, because Gotham City truly does need him)

Batman Beyond (so it turns out Bruce needs to retire, too, so he finds a protege to take his place)

Justice League Kingdom Come

Man of Steel: Rising Son (deals with the “multiple heroes trying to be Superman” scenario from the comics, before bringing Kal-El himself back)

Shazam

Green Arrow

Untitled Flash Movie

Untitled Green Lantern Sequel

Untitled Justice League Dark Sequel

Blue and Gold (Blue Beetle and Booster Gold buddy comedy film)

All Female Justice League Film

The final film in the entire universe would be titled Fall of Justice: Blackest Night (the “FoJ” title is applied to all the truly dark entries). This is the finale because it would include every character ever introduced in all the films, at least as a cameo; even the dead ones would return as Black Lanterns.

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