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jubilexe · 4 years ago

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Mix Up - Peter Parker

Marvel

Request: Yes from Wattpad!

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: You and Peter accidentally swap bags. You are in love with Peter and he doesn’t know. Just a short little fluff.

Warnings: Swearing.

Me and a few other students stand by the baggage claim, the conveyer belt brings the bags around. I see a red and blue bag that looked like mine, assuming it is mine I grab it, seeing as I was in a hurry, I take it running out to the bus to meet my classmates. I plop down in an empty seat, waving across to the set of seats where Ned and Betty sit. I sighed closing my eyes slightly. I feel someone tap my shoulder. I look up and see Peter Parker, my crush, that's what Ned calls it at least. I don't know if I'd call it that maybe just a strange liking towards him, a feeling that makes butterflies erupt in my stomach, but alas he likes MJ.

"Can I sit here?" He asks grinning at you.

"Sure, but MJ is sitting back there if you want to sit with her, don't you have a plan?" I point behind me. I think of the Plan, the one Peter had been working on for months, the plan to confess to MJ, gross, no offense to MJ.

"She's sitting with Brad, and plus I want to sit with my best friends," he says gesturing to me and Ned. Ouch, I don't know if that's a good or bad thing, best friend, but it makes sense, Peter and I had known each other since the third grade, we were instant friends. You nod scooting to make room for the boy.

"So, how's your plan going?" I ask.

"Horribly, MJ and Brad have been together nearly the entire trip, it sucks," he moans. I nod.

"That does suck," I speak not knowing what else to say. I close my eyes again nodding off. By the time I awoke, we were already outside of Venice. I grab my bag and get off the bus.

"Alright students, follow me and we'll go to the hotel," Mr. Harrington announces. I trail behind the group watching Peter try and catch up to MJ, sigh. We arrive at the hotel and might I say, it's a hole in the ground.

"What is this dump?" Flash shouts aggressively. I roll my eyes.

"This is the hotel, and it's not a dump, it's just rustic!" Mr. Harrington explains.

Later on, I sit in my room waiting until noon when we're allowed to explore Venice. Due to there being an odd number of students I get my own room! I unzip my suitcase looking down my eyes widen. Spiderman's fucking suit is in my bag! A note sat on top of it, it reads, You almost forgot this! With a heart after. Signed May. As In Aunt May?! Is this even my bag?! I look at the tag on it, in neat handwriting it says, Peter Parker. Oh my god! Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohm- A knock is heard at the door interrupting my thoughts. I get up quickly answering.

"Hey, Y/N me and Ned are heading out if you want to come," Peter states. I look at my watch the numbers 12:01 flash on the circular screen. I nod following Peter and Ned out of the hotel. I'm just trying to not freak out, my best friend Peter Parker, thee Peter Parker is Spiderman! You've got to be shitting me! How could he not tell me!? I try to erase the thoughts from my brain looking at the sights surrounding me, The sun shines brightly reflecting off of the water casting the entire canal in soft light. Ned had abandoned us to go on a gondola with Betty, leaving me and Peter alone. I take the digital camera out of my backpack I'd brought with me. I snap a few pictures of the antique-looking scenery around me, Venice is truly beautiful. Peter sighs from beside me.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asks. I hmm in response.

"Should I give up on MJ?" I nearly choke on my spit. I look at him bewildered.

"It's just that she and Brad really seem to have a connection, so-"

"YES!" I exclaim. My face slowly turns red, damn way to make it obvious, just shouting it out like that.

"I meant, yes, her and Brad, MJ seems happy with him," am I a selfish person, am I a bad friend, trying to get my friend to stop thinking about another girl that he genuinely likes because of my petty feeling.

"Yeah, I guess so," Peter frowns. I put my camera in my bag

"It's okay, Peter. You'll find someone who you love, and that someone will love you back!" I hug him tightly trying to mask the pain in my voice.

"I think I know what you mean," Peter breathes out airly. He hugs me back tightly. I suddenly get a burst of confidence, standing on the Rialto Bridge, maybe it was the calming water below us or maybe it was the soft breeze, but I had one moment of clarity. I needed to tell him.

"I love you, Peter!" Peter broke into a grin and ruffled my hair.

"I love you too, Y/N, your the greatest best friend anyone could ask for," he smiles. I smile back, willing myself not to cry, he doesn't understand. I look at my watch.

"I have something to do! By Peter!" My voice cracks, but I mask it with a cough. Smooth Y/N. I look down at the ground walking away, my eyes misty.

Peter POV

"Dude! That was harsh!" Flash yells from across the bridge. I look at him puzzled.

"She obviously likes you, Penis Parker," Flash sighs exasperatedly.

"Well of course she does, we're best friends dumbass," I shake my head at him.

"No, you're the dumbass, she like likes you," Flash flips me off. I come to a realization, it made sense, the outburst when I said I should give up on MJ and the maybe not so friendly love confession. Shit, I am the dumbass.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to comfort a beautiful girl in need of a good guy," Flash announces. I stand there frozen. I watch Flash run after where Y/N had walked off to. I see him stop her and hug her, she pushes him away. I am filled with a sense of relief, why? I may have a teeny weeny bit of a crush on Y/N I gave up on that though, not wanting to ruin a perfect friendship, I pursued MJ instead, but now that I knew she liked me back, I had to do something. I run after the girl and latch onto her arm like my life depends on it.

Y/N POV

I feel someone grip my arm.

"Go away Flash," I assume it's the annoying greasy-haired boy.

"Y/N," I hear Peter.

"Oh, Peter..." I say trying to have a cheery tone like normal. He flips me around.

"I love you too, Y/N," he states.

"I know, you already told me that, like three minutes ago," I say trying to eliminate the hope building in my chest.

"As more than a friend," he adds. He pulls me in by my shoulders, our foreheads touch. I look into his eyes grinning. He moves in closer our lips meeting.

"WOOOO! FINALLY!" Ned shouts from the gondola with Betty. I laugh pulling Peter in for a second kiss.

"Oh, and by the way," I whisper into his ear.

"I have your suitcase."

"Oh, no wonder I found a lacy blue bra in my bag," he states.

"No!" I blush. He nods laughing.

"Well, now I know you're Spiderman!" I whisper.

"I honestly already thought you knew," he laughs. I giggle kissing him again. Suddenly a rumble is heard. A gigantic water monster burst from the canal almost knocking over Betty and Ned's boat.

"Oh, fuc-" Peter starts.

"Go and save the day, Spider-Boy," I grin.

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daechwitadesire · 4 years ago

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kim taehyung smut 18+

warnings: use of toys (M/R), oral (M/R), riding, overstimulation, CNC.

“tae can we try something?” you smiled at him innocently while looking up at the man who’s lap you were laying on

“like?” he said cautiously, not wanting to immediately agree to his girlfriends schemes.

“well…. i was thinking… maaaaybe….. if you want-“

“just say it babe” he cut her off

“would you want to try using toys?”

“to- toys?” he stammered in disbelief “i mean.. yeah” he processed out loud

you nearly jumped with joy at his agreement

“thank you baby” you leaned up and kissed taehyung as he rolled his eyes cautiously and you went back to watching your tv show

“did you mean now orr?” he questioned making you giggle

“well i wanted to see your reaction before i got something so not now.” you said and he looked defeated “we can still do something if you want though?” you got up and he smiled that boxy smile of his as you held your hand out to bring him to the bedroom and he just yanked you back onto the couch

“do we really have to go to the bedroom?” he smirked lustfully

“oh i see how you’re feeling” you laughed as he started to kiss your neck while getting you situated on his lap.

———3 days later———

“hello handsome” you said to taehyung as he came in from dance practice all flushed cheeks, sweaty, and hair stuck to his forehead.

“hello darling” he came in for a hug and you scrunched up your nose as he got close

“shower. now.” you demanded as you slid away from him and started to push him towards the bathroom.

“jeez is it that bad?” he sniffed the collar of his tee as you nodded

“its worse.”

“ay!” he exclaimed as he finally went to shower. ‘okay’ you thought to yourself as you went to the bedroom. the cardboard box still sitting on the bed. you went and moved the empty package and checked that the toy had charged. you turned it on and it started vibrating furiously in your hand ‘will this be too strong?’ you worried as you just turned it off and put it under the pillow ‘guess we’re about to find out’

taehyung stepped out of the bathroom towel drying his hair “okay baby where’s my kiss??” he called into the hall

“in here!” you responded as you fluffed your hair and readjusted on the bed seductively. he jumped through the doorway and threw his towel at the ground

“hug monster is here!” he hollered as he practically tackled you causing you to let out an ‘oof’ sound as you were knocked onto the bed under him.

“i love you so much” he smiled and looked at your eyes deeply. you looked away shyly as you pulled your arms out from under him and started to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“not as much as i love you” you whispered genuinely and looked back at him. he leaned in and you closed the gap between your lips.

“not possible.” he stated as he pulled back and looked at you once again

“yes possible. and why do you keep staring at me?” you questioned

“just looking..” he smirked and you rolled your eyes, leaning back up to kiss him once again. he began to pull back to say something and you took your opportunity, he loved it when you bit him and gave him hickeys, so you took his bottom lip between yours and sucked on it, nipping at it lightly. he opened his eyes in surprise and completely forgot what he was going to say. you two kissed for a bit but you felt yourself, and him, growing needier. you finally broke the kiss.

“take off your clothes”

“forward much?” he laughed as he pulled off his shirt, shaking his head. you stared at him and completely forgot your plan for a moment and just let him take off your clothes in between kisses and hickeys.

“wait” you stopped him as he looked up at you with concerned puppy dog eyes “i want to take care of you” you kissed him, taking him by surprise as you let him lay back against the bed and you started to pull down his pajama pants making him lift his hips as you yanked them and his underwear down. he scooted up and leaned up against the headboard, watching you as you took his dick in your hand, stroking the base lightly as you lightly licked at the head of it. you started to suck on the tip as your strokes went longer up and down the shaft. you began to take him into your mouth and sucked as he tried to keep his hips still. you tapped out his length in your throat as you tried not to gag, you started bobbing your head and cupped his base. he sucked in breath and his hands went to your hair, not shoving you down but just holding you still as he bucked his hips up into your throat. he let out a sigh as you pulled your mouth off of him, licking the tip of his now fully hardened dick again. he didn’t even notice you had stopped completely until you lightly blew air onto his leaking tip.

“fuck me now” he demanded and you knew not to mess around anymore. you loved it when he let you take the lead but he never fully gave you control. you leaned up from his hips and you grabbed a condom and the little present under the pillow. he hissed and screwed his eyes shut as you slid your hand around him again as you put the condom on him, but what he didn’t notice is you weren’t just squeezing his base, you had also slipped on a cock ring with the condom.

“look at me” you asked sweetly as he opened his eyes and saw you above him, hips hovering above his. you almost always did this when you rode him, you asked him to look at you so you could see his face when you slid onto him so he didn’t notice anything odd at first but when you went to get him lined up he saw it, the little purple silicone thing around him. before he could even process what it was you had clicked the little button on the side and he practically screamed at the sudden sensation on his dick. he’d never felt anything like it and when you slowly slipped him into you he squeaked out. your warmth with the almost numbing vibrations against his dick and balls was almost too much.. almost.

“ready?” you asked before you started to move up and down at his furious nods. he was losing it and it made you so happy. when you finally bottomed him out inside you you moaned at the vibrations of the ring too. when you started to rock around he hissed repeatedly.

“fuc- fuck baby what are you doing to me??!” he choked out at the stimulation. he felt close as you continued to bounce on him but he lasted longer than you thought he would. once he had adjusted to the feelings he focused on you, rubbing your breasts as he kissed your neck and collarbones.

“you feel so good taehyungie” you moaned out and he could only grunt and thrust up into you faster in response.

“i’mmh ssso closseee” you said as he started to rub your clit

“me too” he said and nodded at you, giving you the ok to come. you sank down onto him as you twitched at the knot in your stomach and your ears ringing. he felt you clench around him and that was the last bit of friction he needed before he came.. hard. he swears he blacked out but all you saw was him clutching onto your shoulders tightly as he choked out the most angelic moan you’ve ever heard. his usually deep voice had turned into a desperate, whiny, cry.

you pulled yourself off of him as he hissed at the overstimulation of the vibrations so consistent through his orgasm. you reached from the underside of his cock and turned it off as you slid the ring and condom off of him. he was too fucked-out to do it himself which gave you a huge sense of pride.

“was that okay?” you questioned as you laid down next to him. he sighed deeply as he rolled over to look you dead in the eyes

“oh god it was too weird wasn’t it?!” you kinda panicked as he just laid his hand on your thigh.

“not gonna lie, it was kinda hot.” he said deeply with a chuckle as he kissed your relieved face

“thank god you liked it too.” you reflected on what had just went down “i’ve never heard you moan like that..” you smiled at his shy face proudly then you kissed his blushing cheeks “don’t worry my darling…” you pecked his lips “it was beautiful”

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jimlingss · 5 years ago

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Sugar and Coffee [5]

Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 5.5 OR Chapter 6

➜ Words: 4.2k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

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Life won’t give you a break. The moment midterms are complete, you have to begin preparing for finals. While the urge to bury yourself underneath your covers and pull the blanket over your head has lessened, you still don’t want to venture out into the world. But there’s no way to resist the inevitable. You can’t let your schooling go down the drain — it’s the only thing you’ve got going for yourself after all. 5:49 pm. Jungkook: where u at bitch? 5:50 pm. Y/N: im on the toilet asshole 5:50 pm. Y/N: call me a bitch again and ill kill you 5:50 pm. Jungkook: Gross tmi 5:52 pm. Jungkook: can i ask you for a favour tho pls You wash your hands after wiping, flushing and pulling up your pants. 5:54pm. Jungkook: dont leave me on read 5:55 pm. Y/N: clingy much 5:55 pm. Y/N: the hell do you want from me 5:55 pm. Jungkook: lovely as usual 5:56 pm. Jungkook: I need the notes for comm 209 You scoff as you re-read the message. He has some audacity asking for your notes for a class he skipped on a Friday afternoon, probably to hang out with his friends instead. But before you tell him to gladly ‘fuck off’, you’re stopped by an idea. He needs something from you and there’s something you need from him. Now’s the perfect opportunity. “Tempering chocolate?” “Yeah. You want to be a Master Chocolatier, right? This is a great opportunity to teach someone how to do it. They say you know your stuff when you can teach others.” Jungkook rolls his eyes at your shamelessness and how you’re trying to milk him to your advantage. “Somehow I think this far outweighs the favour of me getting your notes.” “Do you want to help me or not?” “Do I want to?” He looks unsure but gives in to your will anyways, or at least he's curious enough to hear your troubles. “What’s your issue with tempering chocolate?” “It just doesn’t temper right. There’s no snap or shine to it.” “Do you measure the temperature with a kitchen thermometer?” “Well obviously, Jeon. Noooo,” you pull out the syllable, voice dripping of sarcasm. “I dip my hand in to tell. Duh! Are you an idiot? What do you think?!” At once, Jungkook’s expression washes over, becoming impassive. He spins around on his heel to walk out the door, but you grab onto his sleeve desperately. “I’m kidding. It’s a joke. Sorry. Help me?” He shifts around to look at you. You’re busy batting your lashes with those eyes of yours, trying to appeal to him — it disgusts Jungkook instead. It makes him feel sick to his stomach that you’re trying to act cute when you’re obviously a brat in disguise. Yet somehow he finds himself in the kitchen on a late Tuesday night anyhow, despite having class early in the morning the next day. “What method do you use?” Jungkook asks with crossed arms as you pull out the right materials, silver bowls, chocolate, thermometers, and a cooking pot. “Which is easier?” “They’re all the same,” he deadpans. Jungkook’s arrogance irritates you but you’re not about to insult him and have him running out of the kitchen, so you restrain yourself and start with the seeding method. You chop the solid chocolate you have into smaller pieces while he watches you in boredom. After a minute, Jungkook pulls out his phone and scrolls through his social media so he can mentally stimulate himself and not have his brain cells dying on themselves. “Only three quarters of it goes into the bowl to be melted,” he says without looking up. If he did, it would occur to him that you’ve already got it prepared and on top of the double boiler too. “I know.” “Do you want me to help or not?” “When I ask for it.” Jungkook’s eyes flicker up. “Well didn’t you ask for my help?” “Not now, Jeon.” You sigh. It was quite profound how quickly the bastard could get under your skin for doing so little. “God, you can be so fucking—” He suddenly puts his hand up to silence you and he sniffs with that big fucking nose of his. “Why do I smell burning?” Jungkook looks over to your pot on the stove and notices it steaming oddly. You follow his line of sight and take your bowl off, hissing at how hot it is. “Careful,” he scolds and looks over. Jungkook nearly facepalms himself into a coma. “Oh my god, you forgot to add water into the double boiler?!” “It’s because you were distracting me!” you shout at him and run over to the sink to add it in. The water begins burning as it hits the hot double boiler, sizzling and smoking even more. Jungkook groans. “You’re supposed to help me, not look at your phone! Maybe I would’ve realized if you actually paid any attention!” “Fine, fine.” You add an inch of water to the double boiler. It’s an improvement. But then as it begins to steam properly with the candy thermometer in the chocolate as you agitate it with a spatula, you look down and your blood runs cold. “Oh shit.” “What?” Jungkook sighs. Frankly, it’s impressive you’ve made it this far into the program. He didn’t know you were such an idiot in the kitchen — you might as well burn the whole place down and he wouldn’t be surprised. “How’d you manage that?” You rush to grab a paper towel, trying to dab the water that got into the bowl. But Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Don’t bother. You have to start again. If you get water into the chocolate, it makes it seize and becomes unstable.” “How do you know that?!” “Do you even read your textbook?” He is appalled and you pull out the cutting board to chop chocolate all over again, starting from the beginning. Jungkook sighs, spinning around his stool as you repeat the steps and put the chocolate over the heat. “You know what the temperature needs to be, right?” “A hundred fifteen. I’m not an idiot.” “I don’t know about that,” he chimes. “You forgot to add water to a double boiler.” Your arm drops to the side, putting the spatula down. “Okay, fuck you. I haven’t seen you actually give me good advice or anything. I asked for your help, not for you to berate me.” “What advice do you need?” His brow cocks upwards. “It’s pretty self-explanatory. Just follow the procedure and you’ve got yourself tempered chocolate!” “I can’t believe I thought you could ever teach me!” you hiss at him. “You’re a condescending asshole.” “Excuse me? Guess who’s with you on a Tuesday night?! I’m an angel for helping you!” “No one asked you to!” you scream back at the top of your lungs. Jungkook scoffs. Any other time where he wasn’t being attacked, he’d recognize that you were returning to your former self, but he still doesn’t appreciate your brattiness. “Are you kidding m— God! What’s burning now?!” Him and that giant nose of his inhales and a delayed moment later, it hits you too. The both of you whirl around to where the chocolate is burning. “You forgot to stir!” “It’s not like you reminded me to! You’re a distraction!” It’s excruciating. Jungkook has a feeling he’s going to be here all night, so he helps you speed up the process. While you clean up the mess, he chops more chocolate. And this time, you both manage to get it in the bowl, stirring, without anything burning whatsoever. The chocolate goes to a hundred fifteen degrees before you remove it from the heat and add the rest of the chocolate you reserved on the side. The temperature is brought down to eighty six degrees and then you put it back on the boiler to melt it all at ninety degrees. A strip test is done, a streak of chocolate made on parchment. And for a whole two minutes, you wait for it to set. But it doesn’t. “What the hell…?” Jungkook is genuinely perplexed and finally, he gets what you’ve been talking about. “See? It just doesn’t work!” He shakes his head, refusing to admit defeat. “It must’ve increased in heat before we added the other chocolate in. Let’s try again.” The pair of you chop chocolate across from each other, silent in your determination. But when you glance up, you see Jungkook’s brows furrowed, thoughts probably lost. You don’t see him serious often — well you do, but you never paid much attention to him before. Not like now. The process is repeated. The chocolate is melted to a hundred fifteen degrees and then decreased down to eighty six as you add in the loose chocolate, and then it’s brought back up again…. But then the temperature begins climbing — faster than you and Jungkook can react. “Fuck, fuck.” The two of you help each other take the bowl off the pot in urgency and then press your burning fingers to your ears before running it under cold water. “It went to a hundred? Do you think it’ll be okay?” “I don’t know. We have to test it.” The strip test is done, but the chocolate never sets. It stays wet. Dull. “Mother fuc—” “We’ll try again,” Jungkook reassures you with a hand on your shoulder. It’s painful having to re-doing everything and going way later into the night than you initially intended. You feel like you’re being driven crazy, but you’re glad Jungkook’s here with you — you know you’re not going insane alone. You look back at your textbook and your notes, making sure you’re doing it right and you hope for the best in the next batch. “It set….but it’s so streaky.” You look up at Jungkook who’s an inch away. He hums and leans down to get a closer look. “It’s bloom. The lipids moved through the cracks of the chocolate.” “You think it’s because the kitchen’s too hot?” “Yeah, we should try to put it in the fridge to cool.” One last attempt is made. It takes twenty more minutes and then it’s put in the fridge. But after the chocolate sets, there’s no shine or snap. Jungkook finds slumped on the floor, spooning chocolate, one of the failed attempts, into your mouth. You’re hugging the silver bowl in your lap like it’s your anchor. “I give up.” It feels like you’ve gone through a thousand batches. The kitchen is an absolute mess — spatulas and tasting spoons littered on the counter, double bowlers and bowls, wasted chocolate everywhere. There’s a sink-full to wash and that alone makes you want to cry. You slurp up more chocolate in an attempt to feel better. “Fuck chocolate.” But why does it have to taste so delicious? “I don’t understand why it’s so hard,” Jungkook admits with a frown. It just doesn’t seem to work with you. “It’s not rocket science. It was fine when I did it.” “Fuck you. You’re not supposed to boast. You’re supposed to help me.” “Was the last two and a half hours not helping you?” he questions. “You just have to watch your temperatures and keep practicing.” “That’s helpful.” “Hey, I’m trying.” Jungkook pisses you off. Everything comes so easy for him. As chocolate destroys you, he’s out here wanting to be a chocolatier. But maybe it suits him — chocolate’s an asshole and so is he. “I’d like to see you try to caramelize sugar as well as I can, or better yet, pipe flowers.” The boy scoffs, looking down at you and your patheticness. You don’t even realize you have chocolate all over your mouth. “That’s easy.” “I worked at a cupcake shop for three summers.” You stand up on your feet, facing him head on. “You think you can beat me in piping flowers?” “I think I can do better than you can temper chocolate.” Jungkook smirks arrogantly, enough to push you off the edge. “Let’s bet on it then!” “Fine. How much?” You have a better idea than money. “Loser has to cover for the winner during the internship in May. Whenever the winner goes on break or makes a mistake.” He scoffs. It’s a big wager but it sounds delightful when he knows you’re going down. “Deal.” // It’s a busy Thursday, but that doesn’t stop any of you. Even after a long day of classes, sitting in lecture halls listening to theory to working in the kitchens, you find yourselves a spare kitchen space afterwards to finally put this all to rest. You won’t tell Jungkook that you practiced all of yesterday by yourself and actually got it to work once — you nearly started to cry out of happiness when the chocolate tempered. “You want me to make this?” Jungkook looks at the picture on your phone. “Yep. I made it last summer using buttercream. They’re peonies. Why? Think it’s too hard?” He scoffs. “As if. Watch, I’ll make it better than you did.” “Uh-huh. Keep talking, Jeon.” Jungkook eagerly takes on your challenge. While you take up half the kitchen, he manages the other half, and the two of you share the center island together. You get your double boiler ready, chopping up chocolate to melt while Jungkook mixes butter, vanilla, confectioner's sugar, and milk together. The fucker doesn’t even use a hand mixer. He simply uses a spoon to make it, blatantly showing off as his veins in his forearm pop. He smirks when he notices you staring and you roll your eyes. Jungkook makes a variety of colours, pastel pinks and baby blues, and puts them into the piping bag as you stir the chocolate over the heat. You focus on the numbers on your thermometer, but out of the corner of your eye, you watch him. He cuts squares of parchment, puts one on a flower stand, adds a small cone of thick buttercream to the paper, and then picks his tip. You muse that he must’ve been doing his studying when he chooses a one twenty seven tip. It’s a straight teardrop shape, and he squeezes while turning the nail wide ends towards the center, narrow end outwards. But he sighs after a moment, hands halting. It’s your turn to smirk. “Not so easy, is it?” His eyes flicker up to glare at you. “Keep a watch on that chocolate before you burn it again, brat.” You scoff, continuing to stir. You keep your heat low so the temperature climbs slowly. In the meanwhile, Jungkook switches his tip out for a one twenty and tries again. You take a glance, and it’s not too bad — still sloppier than yours and he knows it too. After a moment of frustration, he switches to a one twenty two. “You should check the consistency of that buttercream,” you sing-song. “Can’t be too stiff or soft.” “I’m fully aware.” “Are you?” You smile at him, mockingly so. “Just making sure.” Jeon Jungkook doesn’t appreciate you provoking him, but realizes it’s similar to how he treated you. It’s not his fault his forte isn’t in teaching. And yours clearly isn’t either. “A one twenty five?” You scoff. “Are you trying to make a rose or a peony?” Jungkook’s smile is stiff. “What do you suggest I use then?” “Go back to the one twenty seven tip or pick a curved teardrop shape. Also, you’re squeezing too hard too fast, muscle pig.” “I know something else I squeeze too hard too fast,” he mutters as he follows your instructions. “Go fuck yourself, Jeon.” “Didn’t need to spell it out, sweetheart, but that’s exactly what I do every night.” He smirks and you roll your eyes again. “God, you’re going to make me throw up all over my chocolate.” You take it off the heat once it reaches a hundred fifteen degrees, putting the rest of your chocolate in and mixing. You have a good feeling about this batch. Even if it’s your first try of the day too. Usually you’d rush, get too impatient, but it’s entertaining to see Jungkook struggle. Time goes by faster. You mix in your chocolate, bringing the temperature back up again, and you do a strip test when it’s all nicely melted, putting it in the fridge. All there’s left to do is wait a few minutes now. You come back, dusting your hands off, feeling confident. Meanwhile, Jungkook is still piping flowers with his thick brows furrowed, the tip of his tongue peeking out as he concentrates. “It’s taking you a while there, Jeon.” “Whatever.” He sighs, resting his hands on the counter as he rolls his neck. “You had a full three hours practicing with me on Tuesday. This is the first time in a while that I’m piping, alright? Give me a break.” “Uh-huh. All I hear are your excuses. Less talk, more work.” You grab some parchment and an icing bag he’s left abandoned in a cup. With a flower needle, you begin piping yourself to pass the time. It’s actually one of your favourite things to do — it’s therapeutic. You can listen to the sound of your own breathing and the crinkling of the piping bag while you make literal flowers from your hands. You break out of your focus to find Jungkook watching you intently. Your arm extends, showing off your flower with pride. “Pretty, right?” The icing flower has perfect ruffles and petals. It looks real, and by the expression he has, he’s already aware. Jungkook grumbles incoherently and returns back to work, making you giggle. You take another piece of parchment, but this time you steal a spatula-full of his blue icing and put it in the pink bag to make two-tone flowers. And you pipe them on, spinning the flower nail, as it comes to you with ease. You listen to the crinkling of the icing bag, your heartbeat in your own ears, the white noise of the quiet kitchen, and Jungkook’s breathing. You’re not sure what compels you, perhaps a sudden urge, but you quietly blurt— “I never stole your millie cake recipe.” “What?” His eyes flicker up and Jungkook finds you concentrating on piping, not paying him any mind. “The September incident,” you murmur out of the corner of your mouth. “I never stole your mirror glazed blueberry whatever millie cake recipe like you think I did.” Maybe you’re telling him because things are different now. You know he won’t jump down your throat and accuse you otherwise, for lying, or trying to cover yourself. Won’t denounce you. Bark out in laughter. Your relationship with Jungkook has become strange recently — you think it’s something other people would call a friendship. But you thought he should know. Just in case he still hates you for it. You know you don’t hate him so much anymore. “You threatened to go up to the Dean and expel me, remember?” Your pupils flicker up for a moment. Jungkook recalls it clearly — the confrontation in the kitchen, the fight that broke out, how you slapped him, how he was planning to do everything possible to get you expelled. How you were ostracized over the rumours for weeks until people forgot and moved on as they naturally did. But you and Jungkook never did. You always both remembered. “I went to Mrs. Ahn before she left on maternity leave. I was stuck — didn’t know what to add to my portfolio, so I asked her. And she gave me your recipe as a reference. Told me to give it a try. Gain inspiration from it.” You put your hands down, connecting your eyes with his. Jungkook is rendered speechless. “And that was when I saw you…?” “Yep. You busted into the kitchen without letting me explain and accused me of stealing your shit when I didn’t even know it belonged to you. I didn’t know you were the one who came up with it.” “Why…” He shakes his head, frowning deep enough that it hurts. “Why didn’t you say anything?” “You didn’t deserve it. The truth. I knew I was right and I was so….so mad that you could accuse me of stealing, that I could even be capable of such a thing. I wanted you to bring it up to the Dean. I wanted you to do it so you could be embarrassed when you realized what actually happened.” It’s all in the past now. Your anger doesn’t surge as much anymore, but you can still recall a time when you felt utterly enraged he could think so lowly of you — a time when Jungkook didn’t deserve your explanation, so you slapped him. In hindsight, it was probably a bad decision on your part. You escalated the situation when it didn’t need to and it spiraled out of control. You’re at fault for being rash and impulsive as much as he is. “It wasn’t like I was going to use it anyway,” you mutter with a sigh and pick up a new square of parchment to continue piping. “For inspiration or whatnot, much less add to my own portfolio. I swapped the blueberries for blackberries, and it turned out to be disgusting. I messed up on the glaze part too.” You muse, “Chocolate’s never been nice to me.” Jungkook absolutely baffled. Bewildered. All of this hatred against each other was caused by a misunderstanding. All of it which could’ve been avoided. “I—” “Wow, are you kids practicing your techniques?” Miss. Kang is at the door, visibly impressed as she regards you both. “And here I was on my way home. You two are so diligent! And look at you both working together like this! I always knew you put your differences aside and be friends.” “You have great timing, Miss. Kang.” You smile at her. “Jungkook and I were just having a friendly contest. Would you like to be our judge?” “Sure. I think I can spare a moment or two.” She steps in, looking around. “What are we doing here? Looks like someone was tempering chocolate and you’re….piping! Goodness, me. Did you make those, Y/N? They’re very lovely.” “Thank you.” You grin, beaming from the praise of your piping skills. “But the contest was me tempering chocolate against Jungkook piping.” You move over to the fridge, taking out the metal tray with your strip test. You hand it to her, and she hums. “Very shiny, and it slides right off the parchment!” she exclaims. For the final examination, the young female teacher bends the chocolate and it audibly snaps. You could burst out into cries of happiness. “Looks tempered to me.” You look over at Jungkook, head quirked to the side, wearing a big smile that’s infectious enough to make him grin too. “Here’s my piping.” He places the parchment on the counter and she leans over to study it, humming. “Not too bad, Jungkook. A little messy around the edges, but I’d say a job well done. If this was an actual exam, I’d give you full marks.” Jungkook cocks a brow towards you, sly smirk on his face. You step forward. “So which is better?” “Well, it’s very difficult to judge on tempering chocolate and piping since they’re two completely different things. I’d say it was equal.” “If you had to pick one?” you ask, desperate for a winner to be proclaimed. Miss Kang hums a long note. You and Jungkook are put in suspense, anticipating her final decision. She taps her chin, deciding to chew on your chocolate as she studies the flower. Finally, the teacher nods. “I can’t complain about the chocolate — it’s a hundred percent tempered. But I can say the piping needs a little more work, so…” “I win!” You give Jungkook a cheeky grin causing him to scoff lightly. “It was a stroke of luck.” “Keep telling yourself that, Jeon.” “It’s a tie,” he insists, “She said only if she had to pick.” “That’s true.” Miss. Kang backs him up before you can retort. But you still pout. “Sore loser. I win and you know it.” “Hmmm.” Jungkook playfully shakes his head. “Don’t think so. Let’s just call it even, Y/N.” “Nuh-uh. That’s not how it works!” The pair of you argue back and forth — yet there’s no real malice. It’s simply banter and it causes Miss. Kang to laugh. She bids her farewell and quips that you both better get the kitchen clean. In the end, Jungkook compromises. He still insists it’s a tie but he does the hard work of cleaning the dishes and you give into his will. As you prepare the mop water, he scrubs the bowls. “I’m sorry,” Jungkook pipes up after a second of quiet contemplation. He turns his head to look at you. “For the misunderstanding.” “You don’t have to be sorry.” You divert your vision elsewhere. “Not anymore. You’ve given me more reasons to be thankful. So we’ll call this even.” Jeon Jungkook smiles softly. “Deal.”

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenario #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #jungkook baking AU #jungkook baking!AU #btsboulangerie #Y'ALL THE FLUFF AND UWU IS SO MUCH I CAN BARELY TAKE IT

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sunflowers-and-chamomile · 4 years ago

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SPOILERS FOR TMA SEASON 2!!!

OK CURRENTLY ON THE PART WHERE THE GANG IS ABT TO GO TO THE MUSEUM

NUMBER ONE, I LOVE MARTIN ND HIS AFFINITY FOR SPIDERS, IDK WHAT'S UP, BUT AS LONG AS HE'S HAPPY, I'M ALRIGHT

ALSO LET US REMEMBER THAT MARTIN IS HAPPY TO LIGHT THINGS ON FIRE. THANK YOU

NUMBER TWO, JON HAVING TO BURN GERRY'S PAGE?? IT RIPPED MY HEART OUT. I WAS WASHNG DISHES, BUT I MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN THROWN TO THE FLOOR AND USED AS A RAG. IT SOUNDED LIKE GENUINE HURT AND PAIN, AND NOT EVEN EMOTIONAL, LIKE YEAH, BUT ALSO LIKE IT PHYSICALLY HURT HIM??

THE "Rest in... Just, rest"

PLEASE IT HURT ME SO MUCH

NUMBER THREE, ELIAS YOU LITTLE- IDEK, WHAT THE FUC-

THAT MAN, I HATE WHAT HE DID TO MELANIE, I WANNA BEAT HIM UP WITH A WET SOCK AND MAKE HIM BEG FOR MERCY OR SMTH

TIM IS ANGRY AS USUAL, GOOD FOR HIM, I LIKE THE SPITE

BASIRA IS NERVOUS, UNDERSTANDABLE, PLEASE TAKE CARE

DAISY IS??? BEING TOUGH??? YEAH??? GET INTO IT IG, WE ALL HAVE OUR MOTIVATIONS???

Idk if I forgot anyone, uhm

OH YEAH, THE FACT THAT JERGEN LEITNER'S BODY??? HUH??? ALSO GERTRUDE??? PLEASE?????

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pretend-writer · 4 years ago

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Down Below (Chapter 66)

Summary: After being sent down on Earth with the other prisoners from the Ark, Y/N Reyes faces series of events and learns about survival. With new things happening around her, she is now starting a new chapter in her life.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader, Raven Reyes x sister!reader

Word Count: 6.1k words

Warning: swearing, war & violence, mention of sex

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'Wake up, Y/N.' I heard a voice from a distance, after a while I realized it was Octavia calling for me.

Slowly gaining full consciousness again, I felt my head pounding and my ears ringing. The explosion had me blacked out for a long time and now the sky was already dark.

'You feel alright?' She whispered as she laid on the ground. 'Don't move, the patrols are watching us from above.'

'Don't worry, I wouldn't be able to move even if I wanted to.' I whispered back and sighed. 'They shot my leg earlier before the explosion.'

'We should try to move when the lights aren't hitting us. I'll help you up.' Seeing the pattern from the lights going left and right, it seems as though they were detecting Wonkru with them. 'They won't see us when the lights aren't flashing this way.'

With my cheek against the ground, I tried looking around without moving anything but my eyes. 'Where's Bellamy?'

'I don't know, I haven't seen him. Maybe he escaped because I haven't seen Indra either.' I was scared that once we try to rush off to meet with the others, we'll discover Bellamy dead on the ground.

'Stop, don't think like that. You have that look on your face.' Octavia breathed as she watched my facial expression, 'Bellamy is okay. We have to worry about getting out of here first. Can you get up?'

'Why are you so eager to save me, O? Are you genuinely caring or are you scared to face war alone?' It was stupid of me to bring this up now at a life-or-death moment but it just blurted out; I couldn't keep nice with her anymore and needed to let everything out.

Octavia raised her voice but still in a low tone. 'Of course I want to save you. How can you say that?'

Her voice had a harsher tone but her face said it all; she feared something. All of what was happening right now scared her.

'You're scared, just admit it. We know each other too damn well to lie to so jus-'

'Okay! I'm scared. Is that what you want to hear? Damn it, you're going to have to get the fuck up or we're both going to die here tonight.'

After years of putting up a front, we were both finally honest; six years after hiding our true feelings, I knew how uneasy that was for her to admit everything and show her vulnerability. All of it was hard for me too, doing the same thing to Bellamy.

Letting all the anger out probably made us both feel better because now, it was quiet between us. Shortly realizing we had to get moving, I finally spoke up. 'I-I don't know if I can make it, my leg is pretty messed up.'

Octavia crawled slowly next to me as she gripped on my hips tightly. 'We go together when the next light passes.'

Both of us eyed the light that flashed across the dark area, going left and right. When the light finally left our sight, I quickly got up even when the pain was nearly unbareable.

'Now!' Octavia whispered loudly as she practically carried me across to the big boulder that would be able to cover us from the search light.

'Y/N? Octavia?' Bellamy turned to us, 'I thought you guys made it out. You guys okay?'

Both mine and Octavia's eyes widened, scared that we ran into one of McCreary's men. I was also surprised to see him still here.

'Y/N is hurt, really bad.' Octavia replied to her brother as she slowly set me down against the boulder. 'What should we do now?'

Bellamy chuckled in frustration, 'We? You're the one that got us in this mess. You can figure this out on your own.'

'I tried, okay? And I'm sorry. Can we please just find a way to get us all out in one piece please?'

He sighed, 'Can you walk still Y/N?'

'I can try but I don't know if I can stay up for too long. I'm pretty much useless.'

'I'll get you out. I just need a distraction.' Octavia was determined to get me out of here, I've never seen her so serious; the last time she was, it was the day Wonkru chose her as leader.

'Guys, I appreciate it but let's be real... I won't be able t-'

Bellamy cut me off, denying everything. 'We're getting back to the others one way or another.'

Octavia stared at her brother and took a breath. 'He's right Y/N. I got an idea but Bellamy, you're going to have to carry Y/N and run as fast as you can.'

'What are you going to do Octavia?' I asked with concern. Octavia and I had a bit of a rough patch but I didn't want anything bad to happen to her.

'You two just go.' Octavia bit her lip as she saw my facial expression. 'What? Earlier you were eager to fight me but suddenly you're worried about me?'

I eyed Octavia in awe, worried about what crazy scheme she was planning in her head. What bothered me the most about this was that Bellamy wasn't doing anything to stop her.

'Whatever you have in mind, I don't like it. Oct-'

'Y/N look, everything that's happening right now is my fault and I need to fix this. Fix Wonkru, fix our friendship, fix everything I've broken in the past six years. Let me do this.'

'No, I'm not letting you.' I shook my head and quickly turned to Bellamy. 'Please help me out here, stop her Blake.'

Bellamy looked at me and then his sister in silence, I knew he was thinking about this situation in his head and I didn't like that he was hesitating.

Shoving his arm, I grunted. 'Stop your sister!'

'I can't.'

'Why not?'

'Just let her do what she needs to do.'

My nose twitched as tears started falling from my eyes. I hated that I was crying but I felt so hopeless and useless. My leg was starting to feel numb and I couldn't stand that I was so damn vulnerable.

This wasn't how I imagined being back on the land after leaving the bunker. Things were supposed to be joyous and that's all I hoped it would be.

Of course that wasn't the case.

Just as if I was on the Ark again, it was never happiness but always a disaster. I didn't know why I even bothered to hope for change. It never worked.

Octavia grabbed my hands and tried to smile, 'Omon Gon Oson.'

'Don't do this, I can't lose anyone else.' I sniffled, 'It's supposed to be me and you, always remember?'

'You're going to be fine.' She mumbled before she walked into the enemy's vision. What was worse was that I couldn't even jump in front of her to stop what she was doing and Bellamy didn't move a single muscle.

Octavia raised her hands and put it behind her head, surrendering in front of McCreary's men. All the lights flashed right at her, getting all the attention. I bet they loved that Blodreina was finally on her knees and not fighting back.

I closed my eyes shut as I heard Octavia scream. She let out all the pain and the suffering that tortured us throughout our lives in hell. This was it for us, the final path together but I couldn't take one last look at her; seeing her lying on the floor would've been agonizing.

My eyes shut tighter as I heard guns from a distance, slowly coming towards us. I knew something wasn't right because the sound of an engine came closer as well.

'They came...' Bellamy muttered under his breath as the Rover stopped right in front of Octavia.

'Get in now!' Echo yelled from the passenger seat, shooting towards McCreary's army.

Bellamy picked me up and rushed to the Rover as John opened the back door for us to hop in. 'Come on, we have to hurry.'

Octavia joined us in the backseat and John quickly closed the door. 'We're good to go!'

Madi switched the gears and turned the car around quickly while Echo slowed them down, getting an opportunity to drive off without any problem.

Echo smirked as she turned her head around, 'Glad to see you all alive.'

'Y/N's leg is pretty fuc-'

'I'll be fine.' I interrupted Bellamy, hoping the stern tone from my voice wasn't too obvious that I was infuriated with him. How could he just leave his sister like that?

Emori shifted her eyes toward me and scratched her head. 'Funny how we're back to where it all started.'

Thinking back to the time where Emori shoved me through the rover, I chuckled lightly. 'What a throwback, huh.'

'Wow, this isn't awkward at all.' John joked.

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'Y/N? Y/N?'

Jumping back to reality, my eyes followed the direction my name was coming from. John waved his hand in my face, trying to get my attention. 'You with me here?'

'Oh, yeah. Sorry.' I said casually as he sat next to me. I've been in bed rest since we got back to camp and I was getting easily distracted by my thoughts.

'That's all I get? Not even a "I missed you." Huh?' He laughed lightly as he reached for a hug, 'Because I surely did miss you, Y/N.'

Hugging him tightly, I responded. 'Of course I missed you. I was just distracted for a bit, sort of forgot you were in the tent with me.'

'You know, I was hoping I would catch you with warpaint across your face like Monty said. Apparently you scared the shit out of him and Harper.'

From embarrassment of my dark and nasty past, I faked a smile. 'Ah, yeah. Not my finest moment.'

'Hey, if it makes you feel better, I'm sure you looked really hot. The "grounder" look would've been so-'

Immediately, I lightly punched him on his arm. 'Don't say stuff like that considering the fact that you have a girlfriend. Emori already hates me as it is.'

'Ah yeah...' John scratched the back of his head and sighed. 'News flash, her and I aren't dating anymore. It's a bit complicated.'

'Relationships are always complicated.' I looked to the ground as the first thought that came to my head was about Bellamy.

It wasn't even our "complicated" relationship that I was thinking about, it was how he betrayed his sister and left her to die out on the field that bothered me so much.

'Let me guess, Bellamy?' John said.

Looking up as our eyes met, I tried to pretend otherwise even when it was clearly about him. John knew me too well, chuckling as he saw me try to hide my emotions. ''You're so easy to read, Y/N. Look, I've heard about you and the whole Skafaiya transformation but you're always the same person deep down. I don't buy the whole "princess of hell" bullshit.'

'You're the only one who thinks that, John. You also haven't seen the real me. The dark side that I unleashed down at the bunker.' Flashbacks of the killings gets me every time; I hated that I stooped so low.

'I've known you for a long time, Y/N. Whatever you went through and done at the bunker, I'm sure you did it for a reason. I don't believe you as a bad guy or having a bad side, ever.'

John's smile made me feel warmth that I haven't felt in a long time. I'll never forgive myself for the things I've done but hearing John say that about me gave me some sort of hope.

We've known each other for so long, from the day we met in Pike's class, both of us getting locked up in the Skybox until now. It was nice to know John's genuine thoughts about me after the tough years we faced together.

'It's nice to hear that, really but there isn't an excuse for the all the bad stuff I did.'

'Y/N, I've done some bad things too.' He laughed everything off and continued, 'Let's see, I accidentally turned off our oxygen source everyone was pissed. Uhm, I tried going a week without eating Monty's nasty Algae. Yuck. I eventually gave up because I was starving.'

His "bad things" was nothing compared to mine but knowing his old tricks, I knew what he was doing. 'You're still really good at distracting me, I see.'

'Yes I am.' He continued to think about the last six years in the Ring, 'Ah. Bad news for you but Bellamy and I fought almost everyday. You have to give me some credit though because I didn't start all the fighting and arguing.'

'What did you guys fight about this time?'

'Honestly, about you.' John raised his eyebrows and tilted his head down. 'Which is also kind of the reason why Emori and I broke up years ago.'

Furrowing my eyebrows, I started to worry. I knew Bellamy and John never saw eye to eye but I never wanted to ruin their relationship. Especially with Emori, I felt terrible that I was the reason for their problems. 'If it's about the fight before Priamfaya, I-'

'She was out of line when she pushed you out of the rover. Jealousy or not, she could've almost killed you.' John took a deep breath, stressed from remembering the tense memories. 'It wa- that wasn't the breaking point for our relationship. It did make me mad but...'

'But what?'

John paused for a moment; I figured he didn't want to talk about his breakup between Emori which was why I didn't ask again. Before I tried to change the subject, he spoke. 'I told her I still loved you.'

It was a complete surprise, considering I never thought that this would happen at all. We've both moved on, found someone else for ourselves. I'll always have a place in my heart for John but he seemed so happy with Emori, I would've never thought.

'Hence the tension between Bellamy and I. Emori eventually told him about my feelings towards you and ever since, we've been fighting like crazy. So much for happy Spacekru family, huh.' John nervously chuckled.

'John, I-'

'No, no need for an apology or anything. Emori always had doubts about our relationship so it's not anything new. Don't worry about it.' It was easy to tell his smile was fake, 'Besides, I know you love Bellamy. I don't want to get in between you two.'

We both stared at each other, it was weird how I felt. John was my best friend, my only best friend from the Ark that I had left after Finn died. We have so much history together and we've come a long way.

I didn't know if it was his empathy or my anger for Bellamy that made me feel something different for John. It's been a long time since John and I even had a slight connection but it didn't feel all that wrong.

Both our head turned as we heard Bellamy come into my tent, John gave him a smug. 'What's up?'

'What are you doing in here?' Bellamy questioned him.

'A friend can't visit me in my tent?' I rolled my eyes as I got on my foot. John and Bellamy watched me like a sad puppy as I stood up on my bad leg. 'My leg is fine. Just a little sore.'

'You need to rest, Reyes.'

'We came back, I've rested. Now the suns up which means it's time to get a move on.' I walked slowly, limping as well but it didn't bother me as much as Bellamy bothered me.

John sighed, 'Y/N. Getting Shallow Valley is important but we can do this on our own. You're mor-'

'You shut up Murphy.'

'Leave him alone.' I glared at Bellamy and approached him. 'Seems like betrayal runs in the family huh? You and Octavia are exactly the same.'

Bellamy shook his head, 'Is that what you're mad about? Do you really wanna talk about betrayal right now?'

John got in between us, facing me as he tried to calm me down. 'I'll be fine, John. Just walk away because I don't want you to get hurt.'

As he nodded and walked out of my tent, Bellamy laughed sarcastically, 'You think I'm going to hurt Murphy?'

'You know I was really, genuinely happy about us trying to move on. I get that Octavia has done some things she isn't proud of but so have I.' Hoping that this will be a peaceful conversation, I kept my tone of voice. 'If you're considering being at peace with what I've done, why can't you with your own sister?'

'It's not the same- she's my sister.'

Watching Bellamy crumble as he thought of his sister reminded me of the reaction I was going to get when I finally see Raven again. Maybe in a way I understood, it was more of a disappointment perhaps.

I can't even imagine how disgusted Raven felt about me knowing what I've done. I knew that Raven would be so disappointed in me as well as embarrassed to even be associated with me.

It was hard to fully understood Bellamy's point of view in this but thinking from Raven's perspective I tried to sympathize with his thoughts. The fact of the matter was it didn't change what Octavia and I both did.

The only thing I could do was nod in response, acknowledging Bellamy as he thought about his sister's change. Not thinking anymore of their relationship I tried changing the subject. 'Are we all ready to head out?'

'Reyes, you're not serious are you?' He knew I wouldn't give up and Bellamy was worried now more than ever, especially because McCreary showed no mercy. Hearing what he has done to our people, he didn't want anything worse to happen to me.

'My sister is taken hostage by a psychopath and our "beloved" Clarke Griffin. I can't stay here and do nothing.' My sarcasm was uncalled for but considering our past and what she was doing to our friends, I couldn't care less.

Bellamy knew I was too stubborn to listen to him, he sighed. 'Come on, we have a plan.'

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'Octavia kneeling for a natbleda, can you believe that? Now that Wonkru has a new commander, we might actually have a chance.' Emori praised as she drove the Rover.

'You think that little kid can lead a clan?' John chuckled, 'I mean better than Octavia I guess but I don't know.'

'All Wonkru wants is a natbleda to follow. Madi is smart and capable, I believe in her.' Echo followed up with John's question. She then turned to me and eyed my leg. 'I'm more worried about you Y/N.'

It was weird being on the same side of history with a woman that nearly killed me and my friend in the past, now she was worried about my injuries. 'I'll be fine once I know that Raven is okay.'

'Ah fuck!' As we heard bullets hitting the Rover, Emori punched the dashboard. 'They damaged the engine.'

'We need to go now.' Bellamy grabbed his machine gun and left the Rover with Echo who had an arrow on her hand.

John screamed as the bullet hit him on the shoulder, 'Fucking pricks!' He grabbed tightly onto the remote that activated the weapon that was attached to the Rover.

The enemy's voices echoed throughout the valley as Murphy shot them one after the other. Followed by a huge explosion thanks to Bellamy and Echo, the screams coming from the other side were now silent.

'Done.' John breathed heavily as he held onto his wounded shoulder.

Quickly rushing over to John, I checked his wound. He chuckled, 'Ha. Now we have a matching bullet wound.'

'That's not funny. How are you feeling?'

John stared at me with a serious look on his face. The sudden change of his mood from sarcasm to seriousness scared me a bit. 'What?'

He suddenly grabbed onto my cheek and crashed his lips on to mine, everything took me by surprised and I didn't know what to do but to pull away. 'Jo-'

'Saw the opportunity and I took it.' He laughed a bit. 'You didn't seem like you hate it though, Y/N.'

John wasn't entirely wrong when he said that but I was confused about my feelings towards him and Bellamy. 'You're lucky Emori isn't in here or she would've thrown me off the rover again.'

'I wouldn't let her hurt you.' John smiled as he opened the door to the vehicle. 'Besides, I saw her leave the rover.'

There it was again, that feeling in the pit of my stomach. The same butterflies I felt when John and I started dating for the first time up at the Ark. The feeling I got when Bellamy and I had our actual kiss before we went into Mount Weather.

It was all coming back again but this time it was for someone other than Bellamy.

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Walking the rest of the way to Shallow Valley felt like a journey. My leg was starting to hurt ridiculously again and I honestly didn't know if I could go any further.

'Y/N, you're bleeding.' Madi pointed my injury out as we were getting close to the Valley. I've known for a while about the blood but I didn't want to slow the group down. 'You should sit down.'

'We don't have time to sit down. For all we know, McCreary has Raven at gun point and I cannot take the risk.'

Madi stood next to me, wrapped my arm around her as she helped me walk. 'Well we can't have both of you die.'

A chuckle escaped my mouth, 'That is true. This is why you're our commander. Smart girl.'

She smiled as she continued to help me, 'Speaking of, I wanted to ask you about that. Are you mad about everything?'

'Why would I be?' I shook my head, seeing concern all over Madi's face. 'I've really fucked everything up. You've been here for only a while and already making a huge difference.'

'Thanks. Clarke always loved talking about her friends and I loved hearing your story. With all your hard work you put for your people before Praimfaya, I couldn't believe everything that happened in the bunker.'

'Clarke's friend?' I laughed, 'Friend isn't how I describe our relationship.'

Madi nodded, 'Yeah, she told me everything that happened between you two. How one of her biggest regret was almost shooting you.'

'It wasn't the shooting part that made me mad, it was why she almost did it.' Still until this day, I knew that what Clarke did was wrong; trying to shove everyone out of the bunker including our own people.

Suddenly, a huge siren rang across the whole forest. It sounded like it was coming from the valley, which we were close to.

'Everyone listen up. I need everyone to rush to the transport ship now. There is a missile on the way down here and you guys have nine minutes.' Raven announced.

'Guys we have to hurry.' Bellamy looked back as him and Octavia led the group up to Shallow Valley. Panic flushed when he saw me leaning on Madi. 'Reyes, is it your leg?'

'Yeah, it's bad.' I bit my bottom lip, trying to bare the pain as the stitches were coming out. 'You guys need to go. I'll try to catch up.'

John yelled, walking to my side as he helped me also. 'Are you kidding me? We are all getting to that ship, together.'

Emori watched Madi and John help me walk through the Valley. 'Should you really be helping? Your bullet wound on your arm is still bleeding, John.'

'I'll be fine, Y/N can't even walk.' Him and Madi tried to get me to walk faster but at a pace where I wouldn't be in too much pain. 'Just in case this whole "missile is coming" thing is a trap from McCreary, it'll be better for you, Miller, Echo, Bellamy and Octavia to be in the frontline.'

Echo nodded her head, 'Good idea. Better safe than sorry.'

Bellamy stared at us suspiciously, mostly glaring at Murphy. 'If you are suddenly in pain where you can't help Y/N anymor-'

'I'm not letting anything happen to her.' John muttered as he motioned Bellamy to keep going towards the ship.

'We'll stay back here with you guys in case anything happens.' Harper smiled sweetly, walking along with Monty as we all continued to walk to the ship.

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'Why do you always do this to me?' I mumbled, watching Kane sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed. He had gotten stabbed on the neck by one of Abby's patients from Diyoza's crew. Because of all the blood he lost from it, Kane was now unconscious. 'All the fucked up things you've done to me and I still don't want you dead.'

Even with my tore up leg from getting shot, even when we barely made it to the ship before the nine minute mark, even after all the things that happened between us, I cared about Marcus.

It wasn't fair that I had to feel all these pain when all Marcus did was leave me, just like he left me when I was a kid. All the bond we recreated over the years for him to betray me once again; not once but twice when he allied with Diyoza to destroy Wonkru.

All I wanted was for him to believe me; Trust that I didn't kill those innocent people because I wanted to. It was his girlfriend that blackmailed me to doing things I shouldn't have done. Abby Griffin had all of us wrapped around her dirty finger.

My thoughts were sidetracked when I heard the door open to the nurse room. Thinking it was Abby checking on Marcus, I gave a glare.

Instead it was Raven, standing there with a straight face as if she saw a ghost.

This was the moment I've dreaded since I came out of that bunker; the reunion with my sister after all the horrible things I've done down there.

Staying still on the chair next to Marcus, I didn't move at all. I was too embarrassed to say or do anything in front of her. I felt the judgment in her eyes as she looked at me up and down.

Raven approached me without changing her facial expression, heart beating faster and faster each step she took towards me. I've never been so scared to talk to her, or anyone for that matter.

She kneeled on my level to where I was sitting and then hugged me, 'Y/N... I'm so sorry.'

This wasn't the reaction I was expecting at all from my sister; she held me tightly and sniffles as she started to cry.

'I'm so sorry about everything you've went through. I can't imagine all the pain you're carrying right now.'

'No, no.' I cried with her, knowing that I didn't deserve her sympathy at all. 'Everything was all my fault and it went too far-'

She grabbed onto my cheeks, 'You and Octavia did the best you can. Okay? Things did get out of hand but no one else stood up by your side, like this man right here. Kane was supposed to support you but he didn't. It was just you two leading Wonkru.'

'You two were just kids trying to make it work, thought you did what you had to do. I'm sorry you had to go through that all by yourself. If I had just come back with Murphy and Emori-'

'If you'd gone to the bunker with them two you would've been dead, Raven. You couldn't have fixed yourself if you haven't stayed like you did. You're the last person I'd blame for any of this.'

Raven smiled softly, pulling me in and wrapping her arms around me once again. 'I've missed you so, so much Y/N.'

'I've missed you too, Raven. Thank you for not hating me.' I cried harder, relieved that I didn't lose my sister.

'Nothing could make me hate you, ever. You're the only sister I have. You're family, Y/N.'

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Both of us gossiped about all that things that happened within our lives in the past six years. Hell, more than that because I haven't seen her since she left Arkadia to go find some supplies at Becca's lab.

She even told me about Shaw, one of Diyoza's men that wasn't like the rest of them. Matter of fact, he helped Raven throughout the whole process of trying to get Shallow Valley. Although we failed at that since now were in space once again, he saved our lives from that missile McCreary launched before his death.

It made me happy that Raven found someone after Wick. She had a hard time trusting people and letting them in, after meeting Shaw I knew he was the right guy for her. They were so cute together.

As Raven and I were both giggling, Bellamy saw us from across the hallway. He then smiled and waved at me.

Bellamy checked on my leg as he walked over to us. 'How is your leg?'

'It's better now that I'm not moving too much. I'm more curious of the healing process during cryo. Do you think it'll heal or stay wounded?'

'That's what you're worried about?' Bellamy chuckled and then caressed my cheek. 'You're such a goofball and I've missed that about you, Y/N.'

Not knowing why Murphy and the kiss we shared in the rover was stuck in my head, I shifted my eyes away from him. The guilt was building inside me, even when I wasn't in the wrong at all.

Bellamy and I aren't together anymore, he was in the process of trying to forgive and forget. It was an exciting moment when he told me that but now I'm conflicted in my own heart and mind.

'You alright?' He rubbed my shoulder softly as he looked at me, 'Is it about the Octavia thing still?'

'No, not really. That's between you and her and I should've never butted in. I'm sorry.'

He shook his head, 'You two are really close now and I actually admire that you care so much about her. It's just tough for me to figure her out right now.'

Raven tugged on my shirt from behind. 'Okay Bellamy, time is up. Can I have my sister back?'

'We only got to talk for a few seconds.'

'I haven't seen Y/N since Arkadia burnt to the ground, I win.' Raven smirked, pulling me away from him and walking to the other direction.

'Can I see you before cryo, Reyes? I won't be able to see you for years again.' Bellamy shouted through the hallway.

'Maybe.' Raven responded, giggling as she walked beside me.

Bellamy laughed, 'No. The other Reyes.'

I turned around, flashing a smile towards Bellamy. 'I'll see you later, Blake.'

Raven continued to laugh as we strolled away from him. ‘No thanks to McCreary’s dumbass psycho self, we have to live up in space again.’

‘Live? We’re going to be in cryo for God knows how long.’ I sighed, ‘Finally we get out of this hell hole and now we have to literally start over. For all we know, we will never have a place to live ever again.’

My sister smirked at me, ‘Aw. Are you cranky because you couldn’t spend time with your dear old boyfriend?’

Playfully rolling my eyes, I softly hit Raven on her arm. ‘Har, har. And no, we aren’t even dating. Taking things slow.’

Although in my mind, I’m in a weird conflict between having feelings for both Bellamy and John I could never tell Raven. I loved her but I didn’t want to speak of something before I was completely sure of what my heart really wanted.

Raven smiled, 'You know I'm really glad you and Bellamy patched things up. With the whole Murphy hating, Echo kissing drama that was going on in The Ring, I neve-'

'Echo kissing drama?' I furrowed my eyebrows as I questioned Raven. 'What do you mean?'

'Oh. He never told you.' Raven's smile faded away as she realized that I knew nothing about this situation. 'Harper caught Echo and Bellamy kissing a few times. We don't know if they went all the way bu-'

'A few times?' My heart dropped, not knowing what emotion to feel about this. It was anger for Bellamy but majority was dissapointment and betrayal. It was tiring for me to keep crying over people that seem to not care about me.

Raven grabbed onto my forearm, 'Y/N I'm so sorry I thought you already knew about all of this.'

'No it's not your fault.' I pulled my arm away from her and ran away, embarrassed to cry in front of my sister. I heard Raven call for my name multiple times but I continued to run away, I just wanted to hide from everything and everyone.

"How could Bellamy do this to me?" was all that replayed in my head. Preaching about being for our own people and he couldn't even be there for his own girlfriend.

Why would Bellamy bash me about betrayal when he turned his back against his own girlfriend?

I never wanted to survive Priamfaya; my plan was to stay in Arkadia with Jasper all along until Bellamy changed my mind.

All the pain and suffering I went through in the bunker would've been all avoided if Bellamy never dragged me into surviving for him. The worse six years of my life was for him and he threw it all away.

'Ow my shoulder! I just got shot you know!' John and I bumped into each other as I turned the corner. He saw my face wet from tears and quickly turned to my direction. 'Woah, what's wrong Y/N?'

'Nothing.' I mumbled to myself but John knew it was bullshit.

He pulled me into the room that was right by us, sat down on a chair and sighed. 'Want to try lying to me again?'

All the bullshit Bellamy has been putting me through, I didn't want to repeat again. Thinking about it would've made me angrier and I also didn't want to cry harder in front of Murphy.

Bellamy betraying me hurt me but what was even worst was that he made me feel terrible about the way I acted down at the bunker.

I already knew I was a mess down there, I knew what I did was wrong. Everyday I walked down the halls at the bunker as Skafaiya, I regretted every single thing I've done.

After all the worse things I could possibly do in a life time, John still saw me for who I truely am. He gave me light and hope that I desperately need right now. Especially when I didn't deserve it.

'Did you mean all the things you said about me?' I just wanted the pain to be over; with all the constant backstabbing that was happening around me, I wanted to be with someone that truely cared about me. 'When you said that I'm not a bad guy.'

'Y/N, you're one of the most selfless person I've ever met. You do the things you do because you care about people, I know that and so does Raven.'

Leaning down to the chair, I gave him a kiss. John was highly confused on what was going on, he pulled away. 'Wha- what are you doing?'

'I thought that's what you wanted.' I muttered under my breath.

'So what about Bellamy?'

'What about him?'

John licked his lips and whispered. 'Y/N, if you're fucking with me I swea-'

'I'm not.' I looked into his eyes as I cupped his cheeks. 'I want you, John.'

'Okay... okay.' He nodded as he accepted my kiss this time, gently pulling my body on top of his lap.

It was an odd feeling, being intimate with John again but in a good way. A great way.

All the touches from him I never thought I'd miss, his aggressive but gentle grip was so nostalgic. The more I thought about it, the more I felt like this was supposed to happen. John and I were supposed to be together again.

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spy-der-woman · 5 years ago

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Bravado

Summary:

Jessica (Spyder Woman) is brought in by Hydra to recount her latest interaction with Bucky Barnes that occurred in the black of Kabukichō.

Thank you for reading!

Word Count: 2,518

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22736059

Previous Parts (can be read in any order):

Clair De Lune

Waiting Game

Standing in front of a two-way mirror, Jessica pulled at the stitch on her top lip. A little twinge of pain made her grit her teeth. The swelling around her mouth had gone down, but the black and blue still remained. Last time when she looked at herself in this mirror, she had a deep cut just above her right eye. Before that, she was picking shards of glass out of her cheek. The small interrogation room (or as she called it, “The Time Out Room”), was a familiar place for Jessica. However, to her credit, she had gone almost a full three months without being thrown in there. A personal best.

A loud beep came from the intercom on top of the metal table in the middle of the room, “Jessica, can you please take a seat.”

She did as told. Back straight, feet forward.

The door in the corner opened up, and a short nameless, faceless man with a pile of papers walked in. He laid out photographs, marked-up documents, and a tape recorder on the table before taking his seat.

Jessica immediately let her rigid posture go, “Is she not coming?”

The man didn’t look up at her as he placed a new tape into the machine, “The Madame is away. She has, however— ”

“I need to see her soon.”

“Given me a set of questions— ”

“I need to speak to her.”

“To ask you about what happened in Kabukichō recently.”

“I need to— ”

“And you will.” He pressed the record button. He slid the photograph farthest to the left forward. “When was the last time you saw the Winter Soldier?”

Jessica took a photograph into her hands. It was fuzzy, but you could make out her leaning against a trash can as he stood above her, moving the hair out of her face.

“The last time I saw James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes— the Winter Soldier— was at the middle or the end of August.”

“Was it the middle or the end?”

“End. It hadn’t rained in a long time. If you are going to want to be specific on the details for your report, I should tell you that this was the last time I spoke to James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. I had seen him a few times before out of the corner of my eye in Moscow, Budapest, London, New York, all the places you have sent me.”

“You failed to inform us of these ‘sightings’ during your debriefings.”

“You didn’t ask. This was the first time we had talked since Barnes kept me locked up in that shed for three weeks.”

“The shed, you still have no recollection of where it was located.”

“My eyes were swollen shut. Beat me within an inch of my life. Barely escaped. Pitch blackout. Can I continue?”

“Please.”

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One— two— three four— five men down on the ground in a circle. I was in the middle of them. It was night time, and we were behind an abandoned bathhouse. They were low-level street guys. Easy, still good practice. One of them managed to bust my top lip open with the back of his pistol, as you can tell.

I went and pulled my knife out of the guy in front of me. He was an inch shorter than me, but build wide. He made a good shield. His blood was still warm. Sticky too, because when I pulled my fingers apart, there were little strings between my index and middle finger.

I remember when I looked up at the sky, there still weren’t any stars. I don’t think I have seen stars in any part of Tokyo. There is too much noise for there to be any. This city is always loud. Day, night, it doesn’t matter; there is always sound. Always a car honking, people talking, news reports blaring off the side of buildings. It used to give me such a bad headache. Even to the point where all my other senses would get fuc—messed up. So I have learned to hear underneath the sound. And underneath all that sound, I could hear breathing that was just as low and slow as mine, as you taught us to do.

Admittedly, him being anywhere nearby wasn’t my first initial thought. I know I said I had “seen” Barnes a couple of times since the shed, still it had been awhile. I think around six months was the last time I saw him when you sent me on my second mission to Paris. My gut reaction was that the breathing was coming from one of the very dead men around me, and I just started bashing their heads in with the back of my boot.

Speaking of which, I’m going to need new boots.

Back of my heel was right above the fourth guy when Barnes came out of the black, between the bathhouse and a hotel. He had cut his hair and shaved his face. Clean-cut, not a bad look on him.

“I think you got-em, kid.”

The haircut didn’t change that he was still the same asshole.

“Jessica.”

My adrenaline was still pretty high at that point. Getting charged back up wasn’t a problem at all. The green glow from my hands stayed focused on Barnes as he paced from left to right. He joked about me acting hostile and that he met no harm. I don’t know if he genuinely forgot that the first time we met/talked he punched me in the face and kept me locked up in a shed for three weeks— which I repeat a shed I don’t remember the location of— but if he was going to play dumb then so was I.

I asked him what he was doing here, and he made a comment about the color of my suit. He thought that red was a bold choice for an undercover agent.

I told him to answer me.

He didn’t.

Instead, he started reading off the headlines that the newspapers ran after the Toranomon Hills fire. I don’t know what the point of that was. As if I wasn’t there, as if I don’t know the things I’ve done. If anything, it just made me mad. I kept repeating myself, and he wouldn’t answer. I asked him to shut the fuc—stop talking. He just kept talking and talking and talking that I hit my breaking point.

“All a little heroic. Don’t ya think, kid?”

I let myself go. Shot Barnes with that venom blast.

However, you have trained us all too well. He dodged it no problem.

I charged up again.

He moved closer to me, “People are watching you.”

“Your people, you mean.”

“More than them. You keep your books balanced, but—”

“But what?”

“I’m worried about you.”

There is something pretty funny about that phrase to me, “worried about you” I feel like I hear it a lot. I mean back when I was in the shed Barnes didn’t say that to me word for word, he hinted at it. And when you guys took me in, one of the first things Madame ever said to me was she was worried about my well being. Which is nice to hear, gives me a flicker of warmth. It’s just I don’t think I entirely understand that if I cause concern, then why did Barnes take so long to step out of the black or why haven’t I spoken to the Madame directly in almost a year.

Then again, it’s much easier to play along because I have learned that the fewer questions you ask, the more people trust you, and the quicker they leave you alone.

Barnes kept inching forward, “Jessica.”

“Don’t Jessica me.”

I really do hate that.

“You’re going to hurt yourself, kid.” He pointed at my hands.

I was so angry, I didn’t notice that most of the suit had burned away at that point. The skin on my hands, especially at the fingertips, had started to turn black.

This means, along with new boots, I need a new suit. This latest one you guys have made for me worked great for the most part. Comfortable, flexible, good fit. Just need to find a material that can withstand prolonged exposure to bioelectric energy. I’m okay. Few new scars never hurt anybody. Still, I’m not a fan of the smell of burnt flesh. It stays in your nose too long.

I hit the brick wall of exhaustion pretty hard at that point. I guess while you guys work on a new suit, I will have to work on my pacing. I almost fell to the ground, but Barnes got me at the last second. He propped me up on the trashcan, as you can see in this photo.

“The suit?” he asked again.

“I like the color red.”

That got him to laugh. He told me that wasn’t what he meant and that it was much different from my last one.

“The last one?” Upped my voice an octave. Gets them every time.

“Remember? I said I would be keeping an eye on you.”

“And?”

“What you did back in Budapest? With just a knife?”

“Thank you.”

I have to admit, it was pretty good work for just a girl with a switchblade.

He asked if I knew the men I had just killed. I didn’t, honest. I had been in the neighborhood, swinging around, when I saw them harassing these two girls, sisters it looked like, who were on their way home. I didn’t plan on doing anything at first. Men say awful things every day, just these men started getting a little too close. When the short one, the one I used as a shield, tugged on the skirt of the younger girl, she started crying. I jumped down from the roof of the bathhouse. Killed them all.

The men, I mean.

Barnes asked about what happened to the little girls if they got home safe and sound. I shrugged my shoulder and told him that I think they did. They were gone by the time the first bullet rang out.

“You think?”

He didn’t sound all too happy with my answer.

“I hope.”

That answer wasn’t any better.

Barnes then moved the hair out of my face and said, “They got to you, huh?”

They, as in you, Hydra.

You know—pardon my language here because I know Madame is big on manners— I don’t know what the literal fuck that bold statement was supposed to mean. I told him back in the shed what my deal was. Did I like that those guys were touching those girls? No. Did I also have a new suit to test out to make sure it would be able to function in case I-me-Jessica-Spyder Woman was in actual danger? Yes. And that’s it. I wanted to snap his arm in two when he said that to me. Especially touching me, gently tucking my hair behind my ear as if that was going to add any sentimental value to him being a self-righteous asshole.

Unfortunately, I’m not strong enough to break vibranium. Maybe that is something we can work on.

“Do you feel anything at all?” Barnes asked me. Bent down to the ground so that we could make eye contact.

The key to playing along is to drop hints of honesty. I told him I felt something, but killing people or saving them all feels the same. Barnes called that indifference. I say I don’t know their names.

I asked if he remembered all the names of the people he hurt. He didn’t. Asked him if he remembered all the names of the people who are still alive because of him. He didn’t. You want to know why? Because there is no possible way, you ever could. Earth mightiest heroes? To who?

Barnes looked out to the street, where all the pretty lights and people were, then back to the five dead men that were behind him. He took a deep breath, “Well, then point of doing anything at all?”

It was a fair question to ask. The only answer I had was something that I was told a long time ago. When I was just a kid, long before you guys ever found me.

“Did you know that the female is always the deadliest in the species.”

“They are?”

“And you want to know how they got that way? They evolved.”

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The nameless, faceless man adjusted his glasses as he finished up writing done a shorthand account of Jessica’s story. The tape recorder was still going; however, every document needed a backup record.

Jessica put the photograph back on the table, “And that was the end of that.”

The man dropped his pen mid-sentence, “That’s it?”

“Well, he asked me again about the Avengers as a sort of last-ditch effort.” Jessica pushed the scattered papers on the table together to make one neat pile. “Said no thank you. Hail Hydra and went our separate ways.”

“You didn’t attempt to subdue James Buchanan Barnes as you did in the shed. Use your pheromones, venom blast, or any of your other extensive training.”

“I know my story was long, but please remember how I told you at the start that I killed five men and had destroyed most of my suit in the process. The answer is no. We went our separate ways.”

“And he didn’t—”

“My name is Jessica, not James.” She stood up and took her red motorcycle jacket off the back of the chair. She slipped it over her shoulders and gave herself a look in the two-way mirror, “Can I go home now? I don’t have anything else to say.”

“I want to ask one more question. To make sure our reports are as accurate as possible. You stated earlier, ‘I told him back in the shed what my deal was.’ Can you please explain what you mean by this. What is your deal?”

For a moment, Jessica could feel the cold winter air on the tip of her nose, along with snowflakes on her cheeks. “Seems nitpicky.”

“To be honest with you, Madame is starting to question your loyalty.”

“She can ask me herself then.” Jessica rushed towards the door.

“Jessica, please answer the question.”

The air on her arms stood up straight. On the other side of the two-way mirror, Jessica could hear the click of a gun.

“Answer the question. The tape is almost out.”

Secure my own survival.

Jessica relaxed her shoulders, taking in a sharp breath. She placed her fingers on the door handle, “Complete the mission at any and all costs.”

The man stopped the tape recorder. He finished up a few more scribbles in his notebook before closing it. “Exactly. With off the record with instruction for Madame herself, the next encounter you have with Barnes or anyone from the Avengers, you will join if asked. Understood?”

Jessica stood still as she heard the flick of a finger on the trigger, “Understood.”

“Hail Hydra.”

Jessica let go of the door.

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bclthczcros · 5 years ago

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task : the interrogation

mentioned: @ofhvney, @the-great-and-wonderful-oz, @ofzola, @thcyer, @divineangcl, @holdenwoodz

zar was shaking as soon as he got the message, and he hadn’t really stopped shaking since. he’d lied to the authorities plenty of times, why are you in this building? did you start this fight? where did you get that bruise? but it had been a while since he’d been sixteen. hopefully, he thought as he kissed honey goodbye and walked into the ashmont pd, it was like riding a bicycle.

if possible, he was hoping even harder now, trying his best to seem... at least semi-casual sitting in front of officer grant and officer forrester. his usual go-to mode when speaking to authority figures was defiant, so he tried to seem a little more innocent, a little more wide-eyed. he didn’t know if he was successfully fooling anybody.

Do you have any criminal history? Anything big or small that you want to make us aware of?

zar bit the inside of his lip, shifting a little bit in his chair and trying to maintain eye contact. his past was shameful, he could admit it, so it would make sense if he was a little embarrassed, right? “yeah, actually, um, from when i was a minor. assault, vandalism, illegal consumption of marijuana, underage drinking, trespassing, and breaking and entering.”

he considered, for a split second, mentioning the fighting ring, but he very quickly decided that was the worst idea he’d ever had; he didn’t need anyone snooping in on that. even though, given the city-wide curfew and the increased police presence, the ring was kind of dying out on its own. instead, he presented his upturned hands, and said, “but that was all back in high school; i’ve been living pretty clean since i came to ashmont. oh, uh,” he bit his lip. “except for the puppy mill incident, but i wasn’t charged.” officer grant raised her eyebrows, and zar pretended like he hadn’t been planning out how to make the great puppy heist work since then. step one: don’t be drunk while doing it. he glanced down at his hands, somewhat embarrassed. “it should be in your records somewhere.”

How have you spent the few weeks back at college? What have they been like?

he tried not to give too heavy of a sigh, but he still exhaled through his nose. “studying, working, volunteering. the usual, y’know? they’ve been... hectic. kinda hellish. i mean, a girl is dead. it’s pretty difficult to get through that.” and, of course, there was their little exposing murderer, but zar didn’t dare mention her to the cops. he really didn’t need them finding that blog. “and with the... the mural at the art exhibit... i don’t know, everyone’s been super paranoid.” he indicated himself. “i’ve been paranoid.”

How did you know Miss. Rutherford? What was the nature of your relationship?

“i’m her family’s dog walker,” zar started, tip-toeing around this topic. “or, i was. the rutherfords have been letting a lot of staff go in the wake of their daughter’s death, which is understandable. they don’t want many people around their place right now.” he bit his lip; he supposed it would be best to be candid about this. “i... for a while, i was under the impression that her dogs were being abused.” he was still under that impression, but it would probably be better to pretend that was all in the past. “i volunteer at the humane society, y’know? so i thought i knew” i actually know “what abused dogs look and act like. i thought they were shelter dogs at first because of how jumpy they were, but they were quick to tell me they’ve had them since they were puppies, so.”

he sighed, shook his head, and couldn’t help it; he crossed his arms. “i told daisey that- basically i threatened to contact the humane society, and i told other people i might take them there myself, which-.” he shrugged, sighing. “which was a dumb thing to say, and i would never do that but i was just- i was angry. i’m extremely passionate about animal rights- i’m hoping to become a vet with an animal welfare specialization.” with that, he shrugged, “so, no, daisey and i didn’t have a good relationship, but it was simply a misunderstanding. if i could say one last thing to her,” oh, god, could he manage this? he tried to unlock his jaw, look officer grant in the eye. “i would apologize for accusing her of such a heinous act, and of telling so many people about it.” she seemed to buy it; then again, she was probably just pretending. great.

Do you remember where you were the night Daisey went missing? If so, where were you? What were you doing? Who were you with?

oh, you mean the night i realized i was in love with my now-boyfriend and also almost ruined the couch of one of the richest families in town? “i was at the homecoming party,” zar said, rubbing his hands together. “at the lamar family home. which,” he indicated with one hand, expression earnest, “i presume you know about.” y’know, since it was the last place daisey was seen alive and all. he pursed his lips together, “um, i spent a bit of the night with honey kennedy? or, ulysses,” it always felt weird to call him that, “but he goes by honey. i was hooking up with him in the bathroom at about... eleven-ish? um, i hung out with zola carter for a little bit, when i got there at about ten, and then later on at around midnight.”

“i smoked outside with sam...” he put a hand to his forehead; fuck, what was his last name again? zar snapped his fingers when he remembered. “samuel thayer. that was just after i-.” he clenched his jaw. “after i got into a little fight with oscar lamar. nothing too major, obviously, or anything physical,” except for those spring rolls, “just... we don’t get along, y’know? zola’s his cousin, and he thinks i’m a bad influence on her.” he sighed to himself, “i went back inside, danced with some people whose... names i can’t remember, and then i went home at about two thirty in the morning after saying good-bye to zola.” yeah, that was about how he’d spent the night, give or take a few details.

Did you notice anything strange about Daisey’s behavior the night she went missing? Did you notice anything suspicious about anyone else you ran into that night?

he looked up for a moment, trying to remember. “not really... like i said, daisey and i didn’t exactly get along, so we tend to avoid each other. oh,” he sat up, almost surprised he forgot. “there was one thing, though.” oh fuck, was he really about to throw someone under the bus. well, he’d started this sentence, so he had to end it. “i saw her friend angel, angelica flores, and her arguing from across the room? i couldn’t hear what they were arguing about, but angel kept...” fuck, he really hoped he was right. “it looked like she was trying to get daisey to drink something, but daisey didn’t want to drink it.” he shook his head, glancing back up at them. “again, that’s just what i saw, but it seemed fishy.”

Where were you the night Daisey’s body was recovered?

zar shrugged. “i was at home. watching old battlestar galactica episodes in my room.” and icing his injuries from his fight; the night before had been the night of the voicemail. it was a shit alibi, but it was his alibi.

How familiar are you with the Ashmont woods? Have you been there often? Have you recently ventured out here? If so, why?

zar frowned for a moment; that wasn’t where daisey was found. was... was that where she was killed? “i went for an ecology class once in, like, sophomore year,” he admitted, “but i’m... i’m not at all familiar with those woods. i’m from out of town, so i don’t exactly know ashmont all that well, especially outside of campus.”

Do you have feelings towards the investigation? Any comments?

he shook his head. “not really? like... why would i have feelings towards it?” it was a genuine question, and read as such. “i mean, a girl is dead, and you’re questioning everyone who was involved, so you seem to be doing pretty thorough.” zar shrugged for what felt like the tenth time this interview.

Do you have any people you feel the police should look into? Please, let us know who and why.

there were plenty of people that zar thought could be guilty. any number of daisey’s exes. her fiance who was, apparently, not super into her. a part of him wanted to throw holden under the bus, but even zar knew it wasn’t deserved. “just angel, honestly. though i don’t...” zar shook his head, remembering her breakdown. “i don’t think she would have killed her, honestly. but i just have a bad feeling about her making daisey drink something, y’know?”

What do you remember of the gallery opening? What did you do? Who were you with?

zar tried not to look too nervous at the question. “yeah, i do. i, uh, took in the art. drank a bit of champagne. i was mostly checking out my friends’ pieces. uh, i went with honey. kennedy. ulysses? my boyfriend.” he swallowed, going over the lie he’d prepared in his head. “all things considered, i didn’t stay for very long. i got a message from our neighbor about my cat, bath bomb? she’d caught herself in the fire escape and i needed to take care of her. so i had to run home. take her to the vet.”

What do you know about the vandalism that transpired that night?

he shrugged. “i... honestly, i didn’t know about it until the next day. my boyfriend and i left through the back. just ‘cause it was closer to our place. i didn’t even see it in real life. but, i...” zar sighed, raising his eyebrows. “i heard it was blood, and i heard it was fuc- messed up.”

Did you see anything questionable that night?

“no,” zar insisted, shaking his head. “not at all.”

as officer grant and officer forrester dismissed him, he hoped that would be the last he’d see of the ashmont pd, but somehow knew that wouldn’t be the case.

#veritasinterrogation #tasks; zar #the more i wrote the more i was like zar bby u diggin urself a hole

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vacuousauto · 3 years ago

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@cozybats MY BELOVED /P

OK SO. our nuzlocke. its in pokemon x and we started it VERY RECENTLY (like last week) but were already past gym 4

we have like. a whole narrative for it? hence the gijinkas, we were v much inspired by @/ladylyra and her nuzlocke art, we thought itd b fun to give it a whirl ourselves! (plus some of us have wanted to do a nuzlocke for LITERAL YEARS)

we made our own extra rule too: if u get 2 pokemon on the same route (through gifts, shiny clause etc.) and one dies, u HAVE to kill the other. and dont just place em in the graveyard either, you HAVE to sacrifice them in battle so it Hurts Even More.

idk how to do readmores on mobile so ill edit this on the laptop later

but ANYWAY our starter was our dearest frogadier twilight. my son. son boy.

hes a researcher who works for prof. sycamore, and the prof sent him and his friend silas “silly” rabbit (our route 2 bunnelby) to go travel around n research mega evolution a bit more

they end up making a lotta friends, one of which was a FUCKING SHINY PSYDUCK (who we named kaeduck after yours truly <3) and we concluded that if he dies we end the run Right There.

after a VERY close encounter with vivillon during the viola fight we find a skitty we name redemption, as we believed that she would bring us hope and luck in further fights (bc we ADORE skitty)

oh boy. we rly had no idea huh

we put her in the daycare so she can be like. incredibly strong. in case we need a backup later in the game. we also put our new flabébé cassandra in there bc lord knows well need a fairy later

we also got an ivysaur named giorno from sycamore, who we imagined sycamore had join our team to help with further research

we run into a honedge (!!!) called starsilver and a venipede called lance both on route 6 (we caught 2 bc of pinwheel clause) which means their SOULS ARE NOW BONDED BY FATE or something oh no

which of course. is perfect (/s) considering STARSILVER DIES AGAINST TEAM FLARE IN THE GLITTERING CAVE. goddamn

so then LANCE DIES TOO. heart brocken

so then we get an amaura called lotus who is my little scrungly spoingly little sickly victorian boy but is ALSO a chaos child

hes been boxed for half the run tho. zad </3

then we catch a golett. fun thing here. we decided to have our other former ghost type possess the new one. welcome back starsilver you have no idea what happened to lance huh. fuck

lore-wise star is VERY fun but ill make a whole other post abt her. all u need 2 know for now is funney robot lady in love with funney duck lady and ALSO ROBBING HER OWN GRAVE. damn

anyway giorno dies IMMEDIATELY in cyllage gym bc me n albedo were dumbasses and forgot ice beats grass. but THANKFULLY gio set up a leech seed right before that which helped us win

oh boy. the time between cyllage and shalour gyms. that hurt

keep in mind that i am new to pokemon as a whole not just nuzlockes. bedo only knows a little more than me afaik

so its all bad decisions all the way down

so like. at first we are THRIVING bc we got through reflection cave unscathed (we heard that shit sucks for nuzlockes ./) and our team is PERFECT for a fighting type gym.

then the worst happens.

WAR. OUR POWERHOUSE FLETCHINDER. KILLED BY CONFUSION AND A WILD CHATOT. UNDESERVED.

THEN PANCAKE THE SNORLAX. OUR TANK. CHOPPED IN FUCKING HALF BY A WILD PINSIR.

so we try reflection cave bc it might be better 2 train there (stupid) and IMMEDIATELY GET OUR SHIT ROCKED BY A PURSUIT ABSOL.

keep in mind that our teams powerhouses were all psychic and ghost

so starsilver dies. again. she could only escape fate for a short period. rip queen you wouldve lived the lumiose gym

(note: as much as i joke. i was genuinely devastated when i realised there was no way out for her. her og design was slightly based on albedo. my GIRLFRIEND)

the only survivors were:

-an underleveled drifloon i was trying to train up (poffin)

-twilight (also underleveled since id replaced him w kaeduck)

and FUCKING KAEDUCK. SOMEHOW. PURELY BY OUTSPEEDING ABSOL. GOD FUCKING DAMN.

so we go ALL the way back through reflec cave to the daycare, pick up red and cass, and go ALL the way back thru reflec cave AGAIN to go train on route 12 n fight korrina

its actually way easy bc kaeduck (who doesnt even have stab on confusion??) and poffin fucking SWEPT.

(keep in mind that we did most of this in class at college. our friend e is a miracle and helped us as much as they could. peace and love on earth)

so we BREEZE thru korrina, get a free mega lucario and lapras, BREEZE thru ramos and thats where we are now. luckily we managed to catch a fucking GIBLE on route 13 so i think were set for clemont. we no longer have more dead pokemon than alive ones at least LMFAOO /lh

please ask me about my x nuzlocke PLEASE ask me about my x nuzlocke PLEASE a-

#i will go into more detail on lore another time. i have much to say #kaeya talks #albedo also helped remember some parts <3 shes an angel #against all odds

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49scribes-a · 7 years ago

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{--More stream quotes!--}

YEA BO- wait. What the fuck is this. OH MY GOD THAT MUSIC. I'M TRIGGERED. I FLASHING BACK SO HARD. GOODBYE.

Hige don't be dramatic you're fine

NO I'M NOT. I REMEMBER HAVING FF ON GBA. -SCREECHES-

Honestly I was playing The Evil Within 2 the other day it was a traumatic experience for me.

Fuck that, yolo it.

No I'm not gonna yolo it.

Assaless.

Speak my name when u arrive... say my name boi.

I received the Sword of the Order.

Kinky.

Do you seriously remember that?

Jesus christ that was so long ago.

Was it? I have no concept of time. I literally don't. Like none. The bashtard.

Basch. Baschtard. Vaangina.

*Gets out the hose. Pressure washes Hige with holy water*

I smell. Something weird. Like hot glue.

*turns into swiss cheese*

RIP swissed Hige.

WHAT THE FLYING FUCK. IS BURNING. IN RL. I SMELL HOT GLUE. AM I DYING RN. THEY SAY YOU SMELL HOT GLUE WHEN YOU'RE HAVING A SIEZURE.

Where's the spy pirate I wonder.

I've heard of smelling brussel sprouts...

It varies. Some say copper pennies. Some say hot glue. Some say burning stuff.

Dead raccoons smell a lot like melting brussel sprouts. Pro tip.

Hige I-- I don't... wanna know how you know that.

Cuz of their hobby.

Vaugn the oversharing fuckwit. Relatable.

I genuinely forgot how to spell his name, and just don't care at this point.

Jar jar binks!!!

Its Vaan. Two a's.

Van. Vaan. Yawn.

Wtf was that noise Vaan.

Sell shit, be rich for about 5 seconds, then be poor.

He's just a teenage boy.

OH. I KNOW WHAT I'M SMELLING. FUKING FI R E WOR KS.

Sky pervert u say.

Everyone in this house but me is like 'OH MY GOD ITS GUNSHOTS. 100 PERCENT GUNSHOTS. THE WORLD SO DANGEROUS.' And I'm like... bitch... its fireworks... 'NO -- ITS NOT -- I WAS IN THE ARMY I WOULD KNOW WHAT A GUNSHOT IS. PLUS, I JUST SAW THE FLASH FROM THE BARREL'. Excuse me... guns don't... guns don't flash.

flash from the bARREL. I'M LAUGHING.

That's not... how guns work.

Oh what I don't have my party with me.

I was waiting to see how long before you noticed lmao.

Wow you guys are so mean. Not telling me I forgot my party.

I'm gonna summon them like beatle juice.

Oh man it didn't work.

Oh there you are. I tried to summon you like beatle juice but it didn't work.

Well you shoulda said that chant over a dead possum. Then I woulda heard you.

Confession. I'm still hella weak for bunny tatas.

I DON'T REMEMBER ALL THE FAKE NAMES OKAY.

Clearly neither does Vaan.

Am I ready for the mines? Am I? Aaam I? I am let's go.

Ah, so polite. You're also like. My well of never-ending potions.

Oooooo. Whip him. Whip him daddy.

Jfc.

I want to see him broken and bleeding and crying for more.

*gets the holy water hose again*

THATS NOT HOLY WATER. THERE'S NOTHING HOLY ABOUT IT. EXCEPT THAT IT FILLS ME WITH HOLES.

Exactly.

What big teef u have.

Every city looks pretty at night. They look better on FIRE at NIGHT.

We're not lighting Bhujerba on fire.

WHY THE FUCK NOT. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH ALL THIS GASOLINE NOW.

Okay, Hige? You can set that airship right there on fire.

=DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD MAKE IT A FUCKING PHOENIX.

Hello sexy.

Nevermind. He looked better through the blurry window. Fucking frizied hair.

Everyone looks the god damn same to me.

Assless.

[spongebob voice] Iiiiiii'm ready. Iiiiii'm ready.

Idk where they are ho.

I don't know if this is weird but, does catnip... smell like tea? Cuz I think it kinda smells like tea.

Wouldn't know, I've never smelled catnip that I can remember.

I missed my chance to be Cool and say 'I've never snorted catnip'. I disappoint myself.

Awwww, but I want to take out half your kingdom army with this.

Dang you only had 8 gil? You're a poor ass soldier, what the fuck.

I guess I will just. Sound the alarm.

sOUND THE ALARM. BEE BU DEE BU DAH DEE DEE DEE.

Now I'm gonna have to look that song up. gdi.

You gonna slap her again? ...I mean him, not her.

What FUCKING level are you? Oh my gooood.

God-- Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

DON'T STOP. BELIEVIN.

n y o o m.

SUPER SAIYAN.

R i p t h a t du d e.

aAWWWWWWWWW WHAT ARE TH O SE. THEY'RE ADORABLE.

KNIGHTKNIGHTKNIGHTKNIGHT.

KNIGHTTTTT.

I can't find the gd song.

lOOK AT THAT ARMOR.

Found ya bitch.

I ALWAYS FORGET ABOUT THE GD FILTER.

THEY'RE ADORABLE. I WANT 10.

Okay but u know what else is fucking adorable. The. Sheep. In Nautilus Park in FFXIII. ...Wow it didn't censor me that time.

THE SHEEP LOOK LIKE MUPPETS WTF. THEY'RE SO CUTE.

Lavi was honestly just. "I'm living in this park now. I'm never leaving these sheep."

Doug wants a moogle.

I PLAYED A MOOGLE ONCE. AND THEIR HUMAN FC WAS KOMUI.

Chocobos are better.

THERE. Fuk u chat.

But also omg. Komui as a M O O G L E.

Chocobos are blessings.

I need to find that blog I had now.

FOUND IT.

I did so many fucking laps around this airship. Eventually I ran out of spawns. It was just. 'Damn'.

Jeez Vossler, god damn, put some eye drops in your eyes.

'You won't be able to leave this area easily, you should think about saving in a different file' NAAAAAAAAAH.

Wait, you mean you weren't. Fighting anything all this time? God damn it Ashe. Didn't have your gambits on, *growls* /PRINCESS/.

I mean. Its an honest mistake. At least you didn't go out into a sandstorm without your party to fight a Mark kek.

FIX YOURSELF.

fIGHT FIGHT FIGHT.

Okay. Let's just go with this. Too many. I don't like it.

*sips cola*

(elis voice) i gOT THE COLA.

[coach voice] COLA.

Honestly my favorite is. 'Ah now Coach you look like you done this before.'

SOMETHING ABOUT THAT LINE JUST. ISN'T RIGHT.

Exactly.

I hate being blinded too tbh. I say as I never wear glasses I need to wear.

GDI BASCH

fuk u, alarm

*long gasp* God damn it shE'S ALSO LEVEL 14 I'm fucking screeching.

Yaaaaaaay my favorite one. Tides of Fate.

HEAVEN'S WRATH SOUNDS LIKE A REALLY COOL INNOCENCE NAME NGL.

It sounds like it'd be a cool af staff.

Hi, Doug's possible ancestor.

O this fight was "fun"

oHO DAM N SHE ANGERY

I read aero as lero

*to the tune of shots* BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS BUTTS

I'll see myself out

Here comes butts.

bUTT

BUTT

Bun Butt.

U know. Bunny tailed Lavi is one of my favorite things in RWBY and FFXII verses. /Especially when he's agitated/.

ANGERY BUNNY BUTT.

I'm st ill l aug hin g. When Weiss worked him into a tizzy about if she was complimenting or insulting him and he couldn't figure it out. Bunny tail going a mile a minute.

Oh my god I remember that ask. That was my favorite ask, just cuz it worked him into a tizzy. She wasn't gonna answer him either, he would've been like "are you complimenting or insulting me?" and she would've just been like "Yes."

t h e f u c k w a s t h a t. That thing looked like something out of a nightmare.

THAT THING. NO. THE ALIGATOR LOOKING BITCH.

I'm here and AM queer.

THAT.

THOT.

SCARY BITCH.

Hello queer. I'm ace.

Changing my name to Hiqueerge.

THE BACON PEPPERONI WOLF. BACON PEPPERONI. I'D EAT THAT.

j FC WHY.

I don't know why they did this but. God. Horrible clashing colors.

You wouldn't eat that Hige.

I WOULD. BET IT TASTES LIKE CYANIDE AND HEARTBURN.

Oh my god, Hige. Why am I friends with you?

Its like a um... chimera. I think chimera is the right word.

The fast forward run is fucking killing me. They need chipmunk voices.

Ashe is problematic. Her skirt is not functional. This... is both problem and not a problem at all. Its a problem because why bother wearing anything at all at that point. Its not a problem because at least it keeps the perverts happy.

Ashe is problematic... although right now its currently basch. Because he hasn't reACHED LEVEL FUCKING 14 YET.

I hate her boots though. I hate those boots. I wish they'd just given her actual pants.

Fight her boots.

Her dysfunctional wardrobe is the final boss.

Jar jar binks got big.

Stronk stronk bigs.

THERE BE ANOTHER ONE.

AAAAARRRRR. YE BE AFTER ME TREASURE?

I can't be a pirate anymore tho so. w e e p s.

KILL IT WITH FIRE

FIIIIIIIIRE

FIIIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Cure me, bitch.

You know I haven't been paying attention-- *gasps* OH MY GOD I FINALLY LEVELED UP, REALLY?

LOOK AT THAT. ALL LEVEL 14 YAAAY.

*HEAVENLY CHORUS IN THE BACKGROUND*

HAAAAALLEJULAHHHH

I... all I can imagine is that skyrim video. With the crier. Flying away into the horizon as he’s giving a sermon.

HE ASCENDED.

tfw you kick the power strip and knock the internet out.

k it n o. don't kick power strips. Power strips are friends.

This is what happens when I never sit at a desk.

R e l a t a b l e.

Why do I do this to me.

S C R E A M S. p oor r ox as. P oor stupid axel.

ROXAS DESERVED BETTER.

I love axel. He's a good. But not really. He's an asshole, but. We love him anyway. He tried to be a dad. I'm proud of him.

All fictional redheads are Goods But Not Really lmfao *side eyes Lavi*

Okay well. Maybe not /all/. *side eyes Cross harder*

Judge Cross all u want. Stupid fuck.

Hinata's the only ginger who'se excused.

Ok abut also Reno. Fucking Reno. RENO'S A BITCH.

Okay but I really wanna get fucking. VII remake just so I can see Reno even though Reno is the stupid fuck who takes a whole sector of a city and just. Drops it on another fucking sector oF A CITY.

I feel like Reno wears that title proudly. I almost typed tittie.

he does- S TU. IS JUTN. FUC KF.

bye isa.

IMD VHC. HE ELP.

Sometimes I can still hear his voice.

V IOLENT CO UGHING.

Wind sure is loud today.

w o w.

I WANT TO ADOPT ALL OF THE MOOGLES.

I wanna be a sky pirate.

Lavi, I can't believe you're calling Reno out.

Let Reno have the tittie of bitch.

The tittie of bitch? Really?

I CHOKED ON MY FUCKING CHILI.

NOW YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS.

TRAITOR.

Vayne's a dick and he can go choke on it.

Larsa <3

Larsagna

*chants* SANDSEA SANDSEA SANDSEA

*chants louder* SANDSEA SANDSEA SANDSEA SANDSEA

RIP Bianca. I... almost typed Pianca. Today is a weird day for me. Fingers having a bad day. I ALMOST TYPED FINDERS. I give up.

Finders do have bad days.

My fingers are dyslexic pass it on. Calling u stupid bone sausages out.

Doug is a prime example of finders with bad days-- especially when he makes deals with the D.Gray-Devil.

DID YOU ACTUALLY ALMOST MISPELL MY /NAME/, KIT? AND did you actually mispell my name on purpose Isa, how dare.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. TOOOOOOOOOTTALLLYYYY not.

Yes.

NO. I'M SORRY. FORGIVE ME. HAVE MERCY.

No mercy.

I dunno, Isa, should I forgive you? Should I? Should I...?

Y e s. You should forgive me.

Nah.

I'm an angel, remember?

Nop.

Ye.

Angels don't talk about eiffel tower dic

besides the eiffel tower incident-- I. I came out to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.

Also where tf is Hige.

Dead. I died.

u creepin u creepe-- oh there u are.

Yesterday I died~

n o p e.

Tomorrow's bleedin~

GET OUT.

And take ur pain with u >: (

t a k e s m y p a i n w i t h m e.

kIT KICKED ME OUTTTT. HE'S A MEANIEEEE.

nYEH @ KIT.

tfw you have too many muses. Shoves sheryl and the millenium b i tch out.

SANDSEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

#AESTHETIC

There's this one rare game you get by chaining 100 urutan yensa. I'm not doing that.

That's a lotta yensa.

Bye Vaan. Have a nice sleep out in the middle of the desert.

Yeah, I ditched him. I don't even care if he's asleep. I ditched him.

#Keep #stream commentary #ofglyphs #higekihigure #sovlseeing

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