#god i wish i could express myself better so i could just blast exactly what im feeling into someones brain

[hotwings0203]

Meeee. I want a longer version of the voyeur deku and bully kacchan. but in kacchan's pov tho. 💜💜💜👀

My dear anon. You ask and so you shall receive 💓

Pt.1, Pt.2

Tw: implied gangbang, stalking, implied noncon

If there’s one thing Katsuki Bakugo hated more than Deku, it was you.

No, actually, scratch that.

He couldn’t stand you around Deku.

As his childhood friend-or rival, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it, Bakugo knew Deku like the back of his hand.

He knew how he liked his breakfast, eggs runny with cheese and pepper sprinkled in the middle. He knew how crazy he could be as a fanboy for All Might, collecting over 500 antiques of the hero. He knew how he liked spring better because then he could stand under the Sakura trees and close his eyes in bliss while the petals floated softly down on his face.

He knew how he liked to steal your panties and jerk off to them.

He knew that his favorite position to watch him rape you from the front so that he could see every expression while you were filled to the brim with cum.

How the fuck could you be so blind?

Did you not notice the way your undergarments slowly started to vanish, one by one? Did you not realize who’s handwriting it was when you found yet another threatening yet lewd note in your locker? You had to actually be brain dead to not catch on to how he was always the last person out, just to trail behind and watch how your ass swayed when you walked out of the classroom.

But no, apparently you were even more stupid than he thought.

Because instead of correctly matching a face to actions, you thought him, Bakugo fucking Katsuki was the one doing all of this.

He supposed he couldn’t actually hold it against you though. I mean, he was the one slipping a hand up your shirt when you were walking out said door, he was the one who was shoving you against the lockers right when you were about to unlock it and find the notes, and he was the one who tore your panties in two, dangling them in front of your face while you pleaded for him to give it back. He never did, of course, he simply threw them over his shoulder and proceeded dragging you away so he could fuck you in privacy.

But he guesses there wasn’t much privacy if he was being watched all the time.

It was actually pretty typical of Deku. To leech off of what he left behind and try to claim it as his own. First his All Might obsession, then his shoot style, and now you? It’s pathetic, but typical.

He should’ve realized it wasn’t the shadows moving in the corner of his eyes when he was buried to the hilt inside your warmth. When the hairs stood at the back of your neck in the showers, it wasn’t because he was fucking you dumb, it was because someone else’s moans were in synch with his.

But it’s okay, because he knows and you don’t. He knows how the dweeb looks at you, how he sports a tent in his pants when you innocently lay a hand on his shoulder, he knows why your window is broken even though you fell asleep with it intact.

He catches Deku one day. He catches him red handed like the little rat he is.

It was so easy, too, the green haired little shit follows him around like some lovesick puppy anyways. Sometimes he can’t tell if he’s following you or himself.

You walk home from your night classes one evening, when the night is darker than your own shadows and the stars barely dust across the sky. No one else is around, and so you clutch your bag a little more tightly against you whenever you hear a leaf or a start car rustle in the trees surrounding your path back to the dorms.

Bakugo knows your schedule, of course. You take English and Statistics in the morning and save Quirk Training for the evening when you’re the most tired-a stupid plan, in his opinion.

Or at least he thought, at first. Turns out that you’re the easiest to follow when you’re spent and covered in bruises from being thrown against rocks and burned by fire from class. He wishes he could’ve seen you in person when that all happens, but it doesn’t matter when you’re stumbling down the cobblestone path towards your dorm, deaf and blind to any person that might be right behind you.

You just want to go home, he can accept that. Especially when he can so easily trail after you, merely 20 feet away on the same path as you. No one would suspect he’s up to no good from the leisurely way he strolls with his hands in his pockets, and he would bet his entire life that you wouldn’t waste a second to turn around and check your surrounding in favor of hurrying up to your room so you can sleep the aches away.

He might be subtle, but Deku isn’t.

The fucker hides in the bushes and almost crawls like a bug in the foliage after his two favorite people. It’s not even a clever disguise because his hair is three shades lighter than the leaves on the thickets.

Bakugo can hear the twigs snap and rustle as he bumbles around trying to be inconspicuous. He rolls his eyes and turns around, a deep scowl on his face.

“You’re not fooling anyone you bastard. Get the fuck out here right now before I blast you away.”

It doesn’t even take a full three seconds before Deku’s head meekly pops up and he gives a weak smile.

“H-hey Kacchan. Nice to see you here, I just dropped my papers-“

“No you didn’t. How long have you been following us?”

Deku blanches and slowly lifts his eyes to meet Bakugo’s. His mouth might’ve tried to open and refute the accusation, but when he saw the subtle smirk in the latters eye he found himself caring less about being caught.

“Howd you know?”

“You fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffs and takes a quick glance back at you to ensure that you hadn’t walked too far off. You were still slowly trudging away, an easy distance for him to cross. “You’re about as stealthy as my quirk you freak.”

Deku laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head, also trying to quickly turn his head to see where you are.

“You likin’ the show so far?”

“Huh?” The green haired boy snaps his head back to him, blushing furiously now.

“You heard me. And don’t pretend to be so scandalized, you’re not holier than thou.”

The low voice to an almost predatory tone makes Deku drop the act. He straightens up a bit taller and his eyelids lower, his brows raised in a mocking sneer of some sorts. His lips curl and his teeth gleam in the moonlight, almost looking like fangs.

Bakugo has to remind himself for a moment not to back up a step.

“Yeah, I’m likin’ it.”

“I knew it. I bet you watched us every time we fucked, you bastard. Next time I’ll make you pay for front row seats since that’s where you always seem to be.” He crosses his arms and stares Deku down.

But the other doesn’t cower. Instead, his expression morphs into that of a weird hopeful look.

“I wouldn’t exactly say fucked is the right word. I’d say raped is better, Kacchan.”

It’s the utter confidence and ease in which he says this that makes Bakugo do a double take, his scowl breaking for a moment.

But he regroups. He knew this little shit was weird and fucked up, but he didn’t realize he was twisted beyond repair. In reality, he knew he was actually having sex with you without your full consent but hearing it from a guy like Deku made it so much worse.

It made his heart pound a little faster, while it made Dekus mouth water.

“Yeah? You liked watching me motorboat and fuck her tits? You liked hearing her scream for me, scream to get away from me too?”

And even in the shadows from the trees he can see how hard the degenerate nods his head eagerly like a dog waiting for its bone.

Even though he doesn’t like how the glint in his eyes darken with each vile word coming from his own mouth, he can’t help but go further down this rabbit hole and see how much Deku can take before he snaps-he’s never seen him so hungry for something before, except for when he would be around All Might.

So he eggs him on.

“I bet you got off on watching her struggle underneath me, didn’t you?” It’s less of a question and more of a statement to which Deku confirms.

“I did. I got off so many times I thought I’d have to get it checked out. But honestly, I think you could do better.”

Katsuki wasnt expecting that response.

“Who the fuck are you to-“

“Have you ever really savored the look of fear in her eyes? Have you ever tied her up and really played with her?”

His voice gets stuck in his throat as Deku continues.

“She’s pretty when you fill her up, but I can’t help but wonder..what would she look like with every hole plugged?”

He has no right looking so shy and nervous when such filth leaves his salivating lips. A drop of spit falls to the cobblestone and as Bakugo grimaces and steps back a bit, he realizes that he has not given his childhood rival as much credit for being a creep than he actually is.

“No fucking way. You better not be suggesting you get in on any of this action. She’s fuckin’ mine and I’ll be damned if I have to share her with some useless fuck like you.”

“I promise I won’t be useless, Kacchan. I’ll make sure to keep her moving at all times. She won’t stop bouncing when I’m with her, please, please let me give it a try too.”

And when he doesn’t look convinced, Deku rambles on like a madman. “I’ll even gag her with her own bloodstained panties so that she can shut up and I can focus better. I won’t ask you for her pussy either, I’ll take her ass or throat instead if you want!”

Katsuki wishes he didn’t hear the childhood boyish eager in his voice as he spoke.

He also wishes his dick didn’t get quite so hard when all of that was said.

“God, just shut up already, she’s getting farther now. Okay look, I’ll let you give it a go this one time only so that I can fuck her in peace without you staring at my ass the entire time.”

Dekus eyes light up and he lifts a leg over to step over the hedges. “Really, you mean it? I can fuck her too?”

Bakugo snarls and turns away, heading towards the same path you took. “Whatever, just don’t think this is gonna be a regular kind of thing. I worked hard to get myself a toy and I’ll be damned if you fuck it up for me.”

And when they both join the other towards you, there’s a moment when you glance back that you think the shadow that has been following you this whole time has turned into two.

[lightneverfades]

What if Variant Loki meets Variant Tony Stark after the timelines diverge, creating a new universe? And Tony is brought in to assist Loki with fixing the timelines?

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“You’ve captured Stark then,” Loki narrowed his eyes, his voice lacking any emotion, or so one would have thought as the Asgardian King stood before.

Looming behind King Loki was a green eyed Tony Stark, fully entranced under the god’s spell. A stream of emerald green magic trailed around his pupils, and although his lips were twisted into a smile, the emotion did not reach his eyes.

“And you’ve managed to escape... how tedious,” King Loki drawled, looking almost bored. With an exasperated sigh, he turned to look behind his shoulders at the spellbound man, and that was when a small smile took its shape. Both dopplegangers caught sight of each other and the tension was thick in the air.

Variant Loki raised an eyebrow, “I thought you said you were going to trick him, not bind him to you. That was the plan, no?” 

King Loki chuckled, “Yes, but then things change.”

“Really? I don’t see why you needed to? I save your realm, and you leave me to escape the TVA. That was the deal. And Stark, well...” Variant Loki’s gaze settled over Tony, who stood behind Loki obediently, “...he means nothing to me. A nuisance and a distraction, always getting in my way.”

Variant Loki almost saw Tony flinch but it could have been a trick of the light. 

“The thing is, Variant, while you exist, my realm is in danger. I cannot simply let you run amok, even if I wished it. Do so, and the TVA will always come to clean up the mess you have made,” King Loki said, his tone of voice becoming colder, dripping with condescension. 

I do not ‘run amok’! What is he playing at, Loki thought with a frown, annoyance creasing the lines in his forehead. 

This was supposed to be easy; find his doppleganger, entice him into tricking Stark enough to trip him up, then leave the mortal behind so that he could be on his merry way. Why did his other self make things harder for him?

“You may not be special, but he is, don’t you see?” King Loki said as he circled Variant Tony, whose eyes shimmered as if shards of emerald were gleaming within them, capturing the light. “Haven’t you noticed the traces of power on him?” 

Variant Loki frowned even further, “What power? There is nothing special about this mortal; he’s just an overly confident, foul-mouthed charlatan. If he had any inkling of magic in him, I would have noticed.”

King Loki was now treading his fingers through the air, wisps of magic surrounding Tony as a thin thread appeared around him and connected with the man, as if he were some sort of puppet and Loki were the puppet master. A somewhat translucent image formed and flickered like an old movie.

It was a figure of Tony Stark wearing what looked to be a gauntlet in his right arm. Embedded in each knuckle was a stone, and Variant Loki recognized the power each of them held, especially the one that glowed amber.

“The infinity stones...” King Loki breathed and the desire was evident in his voice. “If I had them in my possession, then no one would ever consider defying me. I will be more than a god. And this mortal has been touched by it; all his timelines converge so that he ends with the stones in his possession!” 

A sense of foreboding started to weigh on Loki as he noticed the look of greed that overtook King Loki’s face, twisting them. Even he, as ambitious as he was, couldn’t help but feel discomfort in the notion that this alternative version of himself, who had been able to get everything he desired, was still not sated of his lust for power. 

"The stones aren’t with him,” Loki remarked, “The TVA will try and destroy us all in the end. They’ll never help you gain that much power.” 

“Not intentionally, yes, but from what I have heard from Anthony Stark, they do like to bargain. If I get the stones, then I can destroy each and every one of them and rule over the universe! Their plans to eradicate my humble realm will be a thing of the past.”

Variant Loki pursed his lips, “And how, pray tell, are you getting those stones exactly?” 

King Loki seemed almost surprised to hear his own doppleganger speak these words, and he looked at Variant Loki almost with pity. “My... do I detect a trace of concern in your voice?”

“Concern?” Variant Loki scoffed, “No, of course not!”

“Then why have you been creeping over to Stark to try and break my spell?”

In a sudden movement, King Loki whirled to meet the gaze of the other Variant Loki who had been reaching out a hand to cut the threads entangled around Tony. There was no hesitation as a burst of magic blasted the clone with energy, and the Loki clone cried out, dispersing into thin air, leaving the real Variant Loki snarling a curse. He barely moved out of harm’s way as King Loki attacked again, throwing a full-on ball of magic at the Variant’s direction. 

“I am a far superior version of myself then you will ever be, Variant!” Loki laughed as another surge of magic was aimed in Variant Loki’s direction. 

His pride makes him weak, Variant Loki thought, but he didn’t bother to voice his opinion. He threw another counterattack at the Asgardian Loki and this time it hit its mark. Hearing a pained groan from his doppleganger and satisfied he had immobilized him for the moment, Loki turned his attention to Tony Stark, who seemed to stagger away from the battle, looking somewhat dazed as if being far away from his master was causing confusion to his steps. 

“Stark, wake up!” Variant Loki shouted, and he aimed his unbinding spell squarely in the mortal’s direction. It met its mark and the effect was instantaneous, Tony’s eyes turned back to its normal brown color as the effect of the magic faded. 

“What the hell!” 

King Loki’s smile vanished as quickly as it came and his expression contorted into a look of fury. “You dare take my moment of glory away from me, vagrant?”

This time it was Variant Loki’s time to laugh, his shoulders shaking with it, “A vagrant? Is that all you can spew as an insult? I’ve seen my brother sputter better insults then you have come up with!”

“A brother? I do not have, nor do I need a sibling to attest to my intelligence!” King Loki snarled. Behind him, a rush of armored men and women in Asgardian steel came to assist their king, a selection of different weaponry at the ready. “Take the mortal alive, but kill the impostor!” 

Tony was by Variant Loki’s side, shaking his head and trying to get the rest of the disorientation out of his mind. And as his fogged conscious became clearer, the nanobots in his body responded to his call for protection, enveloping his body with the Iron Man suit armor all the way until the top, leaving only his face unmasked. He turned to Loki and quirked an eyebrow.

“So why did you save me? Not that I’m not grateful and all,” Tony shouted as he knocked over the men who came at them with swords, maces and hammers. Loki groaned in exasperation as he blasted back a particularly large soldier out of his way. “Not now!”

“Okay, fine, but I’m getting that answer eventually, like it or not!” Tony cried out, amusement evident in his tone and Loki rolled his eyes. 

“You can try,” Loki challenged with a growing grin as both Variants fought side by side. 

[jtsfavslut]

✧ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ✧

Description: Inspired by the song ‘Heather’ by Conan Gray.

Warning: Suicidal Talk

Word Count: 1.2k+

*THE THIRD OF DECEMBER*

"21 more days till' Christmas eve, I can't wait," Grayson excitedly beamed at you.

"Me too, but I can't wait for winter to be over," you smiled back at him, rubbing your clothed arms trying to create some sort of heat, as your long-sleeved, yet thin shirt managed to provide you with no source of heat.

"Here," Grayson said handing you his sweater that he had on, it was a plain black, crew neck kind of sweater.

"Thank you Gray, but your going to get cold, or worst, sick," you pouted at him as he was left in a black long sleeve shirt.

"It's looks better on you than me anyways, plus I'm used to the cold," he smiled at you making you blush. Luckily for you, your cheeks were already cold from the breeze hitting your face.

"And am I, we've lived here our entire lives duh," she playfully rolled your eyes, and turned around to lean your body on the railing, looking at the green pines ahead of you.

You and the Dolan siblings were known for being extremely close, however, you and Grayson however, were inseparable. If Grayson got invited to anything, you would come along, and vise-versa.

And of course, you caught feeling for your hot best-friend who happens to live across from you, you kept it to yourself, not wanting to jeopardize anything.

"I can't believe we're going to be seniors next year," Grayson sighed as you softly nodded your head.

"Me neither," you whispered. You're head making up scenarios about how would it be if you finally dated him during senior year.

"Y/N, Gray, mom said to come inside because it's getting cold," Ethan said through the door, making you and Grayson walk back inside.

The warm heat making your skin get that weird feeling everything the temperature changes suddenly.

"Go lay in my bed, I'll bring some hot chocolate and we can watch movies, yeah?" Grayson asked making your heart do cartwheels.

You nodded your head and made your way to the bedroom that you've spent many nights in.

You wished you could stop being a pussy and tell him that you love him. But the fear of rejection, humiliation, and loss scared you to death. You we'rent scared of anything. Except one thing.

And that being loosing Grayson, he was the only person you truly loved, the only one you would die for.

Grayson was always there for you. Everything your parents yelled at you for making a little mistake like accidentally spilling a bit of whatever on the table, your first crush-rejection, and especially your parents getting more toxic.

He knew you more than you knew yourself. Yet he was oblivious to the fact that you were madly in love with him.

"Extra whipped cream, just how you always get it," his voice suddenly spoke making you flinch.

"Thank you," you whispered while smiling, reaching up and grabbing the cup from him.

"You're awfully quiet today. What's up?" he asked making your shoulders tense.

"Umm, nothing, I'm OK. Just thinking about something," you shrugged, sipping on the hot drink that he made you, making your insides warm up.

"Thinking about what?" he asked and you thought of something to say.

'How I'm madly in love with you,' you thought to yourself, but managed to lie and say that it's about graduation. Of course he believed you, since you've been worrying about that lately.

*THE TWELVE OF DECEMBER*

"I'm staying after school today," your soft voice spoke as you stood with Grayson and Ethan by your lockers.

"You want me to wait for you?" He asked as you shook your head smiling.

"I'll walk home, you can go with E," you told he as frowned. "It's cold, you could get sick. I'll go with E, then come pick you up." He shrugged as Ethan nodded.

"Yeah you could get sick, and it's gonna snow later." Ethan said agreeing with his brother.

"Fine, I'll text you when it's done," you sighed.

"I'm gonna blast, and get lunch." Ethan said and walked away.

"So I was thinking that for our friendvesarry we could go to the skating rink on Satur-," you began saying but stopped as you noticed he wasn't paying attention to you.

You followed his eyes trying to find what had managed to catch his attention.

His eyes followed her until she was out of sight. Her blonde hair bouncing on her shoulder with every step she took.

"I'm sorry, what?" He asked turning to look at you again.

"Nothing, it wasn't important." You whispered with a ting of hurt in your voice.

"Oh ok," he answered confused but let it be.

"I'm gonna go to library, wanna come?" You asked him.

"I have something to do, but I'll meet you before class starts ok?" He asked and you nodded your head.

And as you walked to library by yourself, Grayson went to go find her.

And as you found a new book to read, Grayson found a new date for Saturday.

Saturday being the 14th of December. The day you two met 13 years ago.

While that day meant everything to you, it seemed like it managed to escape from his mind.

"When are you gonna tell my brother?" a very familiar voice spoke scarring you and making you look up from the book you were reading.

Ethan.

"I'm sorry, what?" you said taking off your fake reading glasses. A habit you picked up while reading.

"That you're in love with him. I know you are Y/N," he said sitting down next to you.

"I am not. I don't know what you're talking about," you denied and put your glasses back on, and going back to your book, before he snatched it.

"Y/N, I  know when you lie. We all know you are." he spoke making you sigh.

"OK, so what if I am. He doesn't love me in that way. He likes her. Her eyes are brighter than a blue sky, her blonde her makes my black one look dead. He's mesmerized by Heather, Ethan. He likes her, not me," you spoke while tears clouded your vision.

"You still have to tell him,  before you, uhh- before you go," he spoke as  his eyes also filled with tears because of what he was referring to.

"He doesn't know Ethan," you groaned.

"You have to tell him, it'll be better. If you don't tell  him, it's going to destroy him." he cried. Thank god no one was around.

"How do you tell the person you're in love with that you’re going away because you tried to kill yourself. How do you even tell them that you're trying to kill yourself?" you calmly asked as he shook his head.

"He kissed me Ethan. He kissed me and apologized and said that he didn't mean for that to happen. He said to act like it never happened." you softly cried while shaking your head.

He stayed quiet so you took it as a cue to continue talking. You took off your glasses placing them on the table.

"I won't tell him, he's happy with her, I'm going away. He'll be find without me, he doesn't need me, and neither does you or anyone else. I'll start a new life, somewhere else but here. He'll date her and they'll be happy. You'll find someone else and be happy. Me? I don't know what happiness is, but I hope I'll find it." you said getting up.

"Think of this as a fresh start or reset. Please give this him. I'm leaving in two hours so I better get home," you whispered as tears raced down your face.

"I love you Ethan, never forget that. I love all the time I spent with you guys. You guys saved me, but I need to save myself now," you handed him the letter and left.

And you ran home, took all your stuff and left to the airport.

You wanted to go to New York, but that was close, too close. Florida was not for you, so LA was the only option.

As cliche as  it sounds, LA does give people opportunities, and being all the way across the country sounded good.

And while you got in the plane, Grayson opened the letter that you gave him. Screaming at Ethan for not telling earlier, giving you a chance to stop you.

Dear Grayson,

By the time you're reading this, if Ethan gave it to you when I asked him to, I should be on a plane, headed somewhere far.

As you may know, my love for poetry, has given me the talent to express my feelings in a more soft cleaner way, the poem below will explain everything that's been going through my mind recently.

I still remember Third of December

Me in your sweater You said it looked better

On me, than it did you Only if you knew

How much I liked you But I watch your eyes, as she

Walks by What a sight for Sore eyes

Brighter than a Blue sky

She's got you Mesmerized

While I dieWhy would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half, as pretty

You gave her your sweater It's just polyester, but you like her better Wish I were Heather

Watch as she stands with Her holding your hand

Put your arm 'round her shoulder Now I'm getting colder

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel

But then again, kinda Wish she were dead, as she

Walks by

If  you know me, you know exactly what this means.

I love you Gray, and not in a friendly way, I love you as in I want to be in a relationship and share everything with you.

But that doesn't matter anymore. I just had to say it, and I'm not scared of anything, only loosing you. But I was going to loose you anyways, so I wrote it on paper.

I want to thank you for everything that you've done for me.

I want you to forget about me, about our friendship. About our friendship. I want you, and Ethan, to start fresh, to go out there and explore the world.

I want you and Heather, or any other girl to be happy. I want you to be happy and for someone to make you happy and to give you everything you deserve and vice-versa.

As for me, I'm going to cherish everything we've done together. Every movie we've watched, every hugged we've shared, and every second.

Make sure to tell mama Lisa that I love her and that was she the mother I needed. And tell her that I moved for some program or something, you're smart and creative so you'll make something up.

I love you Gray <3

- Y/N.

"YOU KNEW  DIDN'T YOU? YOU KNEW SHE WAS LEAVING AND DIDN'T TELL ME?" Grayson angrily shouted at Ethan as hot tears streamed down his face.

"She needs this Gray. We'll find her, I don't know where she went but we'll find her,"Ethan sighed trying to comfort his brother.

"I love her Ethan and now she's gone. How come I didn't notice?" He cried.

"I love you Gray," you whispered to yourself as your plane took off.

PART TWO

[craftypeaceturtle]

My True Identity

Summary: Thomas has started university. His lessons haven’t started yet but he agreed to help out and do a YouTube channel about the student experience. And like the true student, he’s already having an identity crisis. 

Note: Not written to be overly shippy but read either way! This series is a little weird, no idea if it’ll translate well. The idea is just Sanders Sides retold. Feedback would be GREATLY appreciated!

Next Episode!

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The kitchen was silent. Thomas was completely engulfed in darkness with only the faint glow from the streetlights outside. The floors were already speckled with dirt and the hob was decorated in fine splatters, he noted already knowing he couldn’t be bothered to clean it. They had only all moved in a week ago! But then again four teenagers trying to live independently would always be messy. He groaned loudly before burying his head in his arms. “Oh woah! Oh, Thomas! What are you doing!” Logan’s voice interrupted the stressed silence. 

“Hey...” Thomas muttered back and, without looking, wiggled his laptop mousepad. The screen blasted a harsh blue light against his defeated lump sitting on top of the kitchen stall. Logan paused at the door before actually walking up to him.

“That does not answer my question,” Logan sighed as he leaned against the work surface. Their quest for a glass of water for bed promptly forgotten. 

“I have no idea who I even am...” 

“Yes. Not many people do. The concept of identity is an ongoing struggle. To expect you to have all the answers at the age of 18 for the rest of your life is ridiculous.” They answered with a quiet smile, their shoulders drooped with tiredness but they already knew they were going to do whatever it takes to Thomas through this, “Why, can I ask, is this bothering you?” 

“This stupid YouTube thing I said I’d do,” Thomas actually sat up and explained once he saw Logan’s confusion, “The uni encourages students to creatively express their experience here and essentially promote the university by doing YouTube videos. I thought ‘hey that sounds fun’ and here I am! God, I don’t even know! I thought it’d be a fun idea to do a video about who I am and why I wanted to go to uni. And now I realise I’m not even sure I have a personality.”

“Ah. Well I’d love to help you. That’s a complicated topic when you truly delve into it and well... Believe it or not, I was quite the nerd in school and it’d be fun to help!” Logan smiled and sat themself next to Thomas’ dramatic form. 

“I’m sure that’s a surprise to no one,” Thomas muttered, sounding more harsh than he wanted to. But they were both too tired to really mention it. As he untangled himself and actually sat properly, another of his roommates burst through the kitchen door. 

“Greetings wonderful citizens and you nerds!” Roman winked as he fingergunned Logan, to their immense confusion.

Despite how open and chatty Roman was, they were all still fairly new to each other and some awkward tension flooded the kitchen as well. Already Thomas felt a little squirmy at Logan helping him but this was so much more embarrassing with the actual stereotypical jock flouncing around the kitchen. Not that Roman was bad or anything! Just... Thomas was a true introvert at heart. 

“Hi!” Logan squeaked while Thomas gave a weak salute.

“Now what are we muttering about at 1 in the morning! You’re disturbing my beauty sleep!”

“Oh sorry! We were um... it’s just the YouTube thing again... It’s not important, I’m so sorry!”

“Hey it’s okay! We’re students, what makes you think I was getting any sleep anyway!” 

“Well that just seems unhealthy, why would you del-”

“What’s going on kiddos!” Patton smiled with a giggle as he rose up from the other side of the table. Now, Logan and Roman positively shrieked while Thomas totally remained totally calm thank you very much. Patton was the only one that he had properly warmed up to. The kiddo thing got annoying but he knew that Patton didn’t mean it insultingly. He was the first to move in and so the first one to meet him. He immediately helped him unpack and sat with him when his parents finally left. While he wasn’t sure they had any real shared interest, Thomas was already clinging on to Patton. 

“I’m just trying to get a video done! It’s just a general about me thing and why I chose uni. I just need to have a sit down with myself, figure myself out and maybe come to a better understanding that we could all learn from,” Thomas said strongly, puffing out his chest with a plastic smile. 

“Well maybe they would know you if you’d post YouTube videos more often,” Roman snickered while Patton whooped, Thomas deflated with an embarrassed smile. 

“Hey I have posted! I’ve got two videos so far! That’s not bad for something I only started like two weeks ago.”

“Yeah but you’ve been stressing about it for every second of those two weeks. Plus, people don’t watch uni channels for the person. They just want to avoid going to the open days and find out about the campus,” Roman said while Logan frowned. 

“Wait, if all you’re looking to answer is general information about yourself then that’s easy! You just start with the basics. Introduce yourself,” Logan prompted.

“Well... I am Thomas Sanders. I go by he/him pronouns and am proudly gay. I’m taking English literature...” He trailed off. Feeling that same sense of dread and nothing slowly grip him again. Great, met these roommates only a week ago and he’s having a breakdown in front of them. 

“That’s a promising start! Topics like gender and romance can be a challenge in of themselves to figure out. You could try and answer some light hearted meaningless questions as well. Like... um, something like what’s your greatest fears?” Logan smiled as he twiddled his hands. 

“Oh! Rejection!” Roman gasped and clutched his chest while slowly sinking to his knees. 

“Spiders!” Patton shuddered.

“I always get nervous about the idea of what exactly is at the bottom of the ocean...” 

“Nope! Not doing that! I’m perfectly aware of my greatest fears. I know that’s fun and all, but I want to keep it fairly serious. Like, what are my flaws?” Thomas shrugged them all off, his shoulders tensing again. 

Logan now lit up completely. Pulling a notepad from nowhere (his pyjamas?), he flipped to a previous scribbled page and pointed out a checklist with a pen. “Oh we’re talking flaws. Well, I’ve noticed you procrastinate a lot! I mean, it’s only your first week... Lectures haven’t even started and you’re already behind. I mean why else would you be planning a video at one in the morning!” Logan panted as they spoke all in one breath but the determined shine in their eye refused to let them go without saying this. 

“Do you just... list all our flaws like that... or...” Roman mumbled.

“You can be pretty selfish with your food...” Patton looked away but his mischievous smile remained firm. 

“Really Patton? I’m like 90% sure that milk was expired!” Thomas huffed and threw his head back, his already scruffy hair whipping wildly. 

“Didn’t stop you from drinking from it...” Patton muttered again with his hands held out. As if Thomas couldn’t be sucking any more at university, it was only his first week and lessons hadn’t started yet! But here he was with flatmate drama, a breakdown at 1 in the morning and a growingly filthy flat. 

“You aren’t very adventurous either...” Roman interrupted before any room mate war was launched. He was hoping to at least get past the month mark before any wars. Not that that was saying much for him. 

“Okay, maybe this was a bad idea!” Thomas sighed and slumped back into his ball on top of the kitchen stall. Legs drawn up to his chest and head buried firmly. 

At that, all of the roommates froze. The kitchen seemed so much harsher without any of its lights on. If someone had closed the curtains then the only light would be the oven timer that was flashing the wrong time. They could all hear the faint slamming of doors and whoops from students outside. All of which were actually enjoying their fresher’s week and having fun outside. Patton felt a little mean for joking so much with him. Thomas was still a very new friend and he just criticised him when he clearly wasn’t doing good. Roman looked awkwardly around before busying himself by going to make toast while Logan kept fiddling away. Patton wished, not for the first time, that his parents were here. 

“Well, everyone has flaws. That’s what makes us human,” Patton smiled, hoping his tone made up for the weak childish message. 

“Of course. As long as you’re aware of them and working through them, then I’d even say that flaws are what keeps us improving and doing our best,” Logan happily took over. 

“Yeah! Plus, you have a lot of good in you.” 

“You value your friends above all else,” Roman butted in. It was awkward, but the eye contact and his gentle tone did a lot. Thomas found himself smiling on instinct. 

“You see the good in everyone!” Patton chirped, seemingly bursting from happiness before sending an expecting glance at Logan. Not that they needed it.

“You’re extremely passionate and stick through every project. I mean, look at this YouTube channel. You’ve committed to a project that you understood is difficult. You’re still powering through despite the adversity.”

“Well, that’s very nice, you guys,” Thomas replied, eyeing the clock as it ticked to half past. 

Thomas heaved a deep breath. The blank word document no longer seemed as intimidating but he could feel his standards tutting at the weak script he was thinking through. Yeah, this was all good stuff to talk about but how on earth was this going to connect with people. How was this going to even connect to university? 

“Oh but you should also talk more about why you are filming for the channel!” Patton squeaked, Thomas uncurled and looked on with a sceptical look, “I’m guessing you want this to be a bit more than an intro video. If you talk about why you’re running the channel then people will understand you and your content a lot better. Like, what positive impact did you hope to inevitably bring with this channel?” 

“Woah... Patton that was genuinely deep and exactly what I was lo-”

“Hey! We have the same glasses!” Patton suddenly lurched forward, pointing an accusing finger. Logan blinked sleepily.

“Yep...” 

“Okay well,” Thomas cleared his throat, “Being able to put out silly light hearted content into the world is kind of a good start, it makes me really happy to do that!” 

“Wait! This is supposed to be happy!” Roman gasped with the bread popping from the toaster soon after. Thomas wilted again under his withering gaze. 

“Just because the topic is serious, doesn’t mean the video has to be serious. I think I would’ve liked to watch a light hearted joking channel when I was looking at unis. Identity is a serious topic but I want to joke about it,” Thomas explained to the table, slowly drawing out of the crumbs a smiley face. Roman melted and turned back to his toast. 

“That’s easy! You don’t even need answers to make that video then. No one watching your videos knows who they are and if you’re making fun of yourself for not knowing, it shows that it’s kinda okay. Y’know to be unsure and stuff.”

“Self deprecating humour is very popular at the moment,” Logan reported. 

“Just as long as you don’t go too far with it! Make sure to keep it light hearted!” 

“Yeah...” Thomas had immediately perked up and starting clicking away at the keys. 

They all sat there for a couple of minutes. All of them taking pride in how quickly Thomas pulled himself together again. The words quickly filled the screen and Roman finally clicked on the light, despite all of them hissing tiredly. 

“See, you’ve got this,” Patton smiled once Thomas took another careful to pause to proof read. “You may not entirely know yourself yet but that’s okay. You know who you are at this moment, even if you just know you’re confused.”

“Yeah, I guess I do know myself better than I think,” Thomas laughed off. 

“Right, Tony?” Patton gasped with Roman and Logan whipping round. 

“Not my name.” Thomas didn’t flinch.

“Then what is it!” Patton collapsed on top of the table with a gritted guilt expression. 

“Thomas! I said it earlier in this conversation!” 

“It’s really late!” Patton winced, feeling extra guilty. 

“He does have a decent point, at the very least, I am going to sleep. Please try not to make much noise,” Logan waved before disappearing from the kitchen. 

Patton joined them shortly after while Roman and Thomas talked quietly. The project also sinking into his mind before he even realised. And now he has to make sure that Thomas even knows about proper lighting and ideal times of the day to record himself! Roman was already stealing his laptop to make amendments to the script while Thomas awkwardly laughed it off. 

[weird-incarnate]

Angel.Exe: The Worst Time to Confess

I’m  a sucker for angst and shipping content. Gotta make it hurt

TW: Guns, Attempted Murder, Near Death Experience, Valentine literally falls off a building

Summary: Valentine dreaded the day Damien would find her. That day happens to be today. With no where to run, will she be able to survive the wrath of the man who stole her wings?

Dr. Valentine studied the letter she received with worried eyes. The letters were written in a familiar drawl and she knew only one person on this damned planet that called her sweetheart. It meant the obvious. Damien had found her. Again. Swearing, Valentine threw the letter across the room, knowing she’d have to cancel her outing with Dr. Charles Afton. It really was the last thing she should’ve been worried about to be completely honest, but that strange doctor had come to mean a lot to her lately, as much as she denied it to Mortus. When doing procedures on patients, she finds herself wishing the doctor was there to help her, so she could witness his expertise. When cooking food she wonders what his favorite meal is, and if she could learn to make it. When she dresses up for the day, she hopes she runs into him, if anything to try and earn a compliment from him. The man was a brick wall half the time, but when she got even the slightest bit of a reaction, it made her heart flutter. 

She really didn’t want to cancel on meeting with Afton at the park where they had their first encounter. He hadn’t exactly saved her life that day as she had told him. If anything saved her the pain of being stuck inside healing for several months. It wasn’t that easy to kill an angel. But by God did it take forever to heal. 

Shaking her head at the memories of Afton, she moved to message the doctor on her computer hoping he wasn’t busy. 

Valentine: Hey. Something’s come up with me personally. I can’t go out for a while. I’m really sorry to cancel but it’s important. 

She clicked send hoping he wouldn’t ask further questions. She saw the three dots on the screen pop up, and disappear, then reappear. He was probably figuring out what to type. 

Afton: S’okay. Stay safe.

Valentine rolled her eyes at his brief answer, smiling. Part of her wanted to invite Afton over to the house, but she knew Mortus would throw a fit. He wasn’t there to watch them like hawks to make sure no debauchery was afoot. Frankly, Valentine couldn’t care less about the specific “debauchery” Mortus accused her of trying to achieve. She just wanted to have some company knowing she’d have to lay low for a while. 

Accepting her fate, she stood up and examined herself in the mirror. She was having a good pain day so she was capable of standing and walking for a couple minutes at a time. Vanity was never something that came to Valentine naturally because of her condition. She was scarred up from the attempts on her life, not to mention the giant scars on her back that had caused damage to her ability to walk. She turned around, craning her neck to evaluate the scars in the mirror, before admitting defeat and pulling a pink oversized sweater on over her underthings. She was completely admitting defeat at this point. May as well not bother with pants and just get some cleaning done. It’d be awhile before she could go back outside. 

Or at least that’s what she thought.

Valentine had been about two hours into cleaning while streaming a random show she had found when she heard a knock on the door. Confused, she pulled on her doctor's mask and adjusted her sweater to cover her up as best as it could. She stumbled over to the door, her legs starting to complain about the strain she’d been putting them under, and opened the door without thinking. To be greeted with the worst thing she could’ve.

Damien Matterson. The man who stole her wings. 

She reacted by immediately slamming the door shut, or at least trying to as she scrambled out of the entryway and into the living room. 

“Oh come on sweetheart! Is that how you greet an old friend?” He cackled, his proud horns glowing red with energy as he watched her scramble away and out the back door, “So we’re gonna do the chasing game. So be it.” 

He stormed after her, not noticing the purple sparks dripping from the TV as he gave chase. What Valentine lacked in speed, and dexterity, she made up for with her quick thinking and evasiveness. She had managed to shove down several random items in the back alleyway onto him slowing him down, and scrambled inside an old building that was set to be demolished in a week. Jumping inside an abandoned crate, she yanked the lid on top and tilted her head up trying to quiet her breathing. Oh she was dead, she was so dead. She didn’t have her phone with her to call Mortus or anyone who would have helped. Immediately, her brain jumped to Charles Afton. She never got to tell him she loved him. Fuck, she loved him. It was the first time she admitted it to herself, but what better of a time than when you’re about to die. 

Valentine wasn’t able to think about that for much longer as Damien ripped off the lid to the crate and gripped her by the arm, yanking her out and holding her out in front of him. She tried kicking and struggling but his grip just tightened as he bore down at her with his black eyes. Valentine whimpered as he dragged her through the building, making sure to smack her against as many things he could, till she was battered and bruised. Her mask had fallen off at some point allowing her face to get scratched up. He didn't stop till they reached the rooftop of the old building, which by that point, Valentine had procured several large bruises, cuts and a bloody nose. 

“Well, Miss Valentine, it’s been a fun couple centuries hunting you, but I think enough’s enough,” He hissed, lifting Valentine up over the edge of the building, gripping her by her wrist. She looked at him confused. The drop wouldn’t kill her. It would definitely kill a human but not her. 

“Uh…?” She dumbly said, staring at him. 

“Oh yeah that’s right… Well good thing I brought this!” He chimed with a sick happiness in his voice. He used his spare hand to reach into his satchel and pull out a silver pistol, a sigil carved into its side. Valentine felt the blood drain from her face as she recognized the symbol from a long time ago. The angel sigil of Michael. This gun would kill her near instantly with one shot. 

“How did you…?” She mumbled out her eyes wide. 

“An old friend of mine hooked me up with something to take out the pesky nephilim problem we’ve been having,” He responded, admiring the gun before pressing it to her forehead. The door that led to the rooftop flew open nearly startling the demon into dropping Valentine, which while not pleasant would’ve been preferable. He looked over his shoulder to the door, as did Valentine and was met with Dr. Charles Afton standing there, looking quite pissed. 

“What?! Afton?! Get out of here he’s going to kill you!!” Valentine screamed, her panic starting to rise. 

“Oh you know each other? That makes this so much better! Take one step closer and I’ll put this bullet in her head,” Damien threatened. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Afton said, returning the threat. Valentine shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. 

“No! Don’t hurt him please!” Valentine begged, she winced at the panic she heard in her voice but she didn’t care. As long as Afton stayed alive she didn’t care. Damien looked at her, analyzing her face before he started laughing. 

“No! Don’t tell me! You’re in love with him! Tell me I’m wrong Valentine!” Damien screamed at her as the tears spilled over in her eyes. She looked at Damien, hatred filling her eyes, before looking at Afton who’s angered expression stopped to one of confusion, he met her gaze and his eyes widened. 

“Of course, I love him… He’s saved me so many times, from others, myself… Cruel people like you... How could I not fall in love with him…” Valentine said, her voice soft and calm as she looked away from Afton and towards Damien who was laughing. He had moved the gun away from her skull to laugh at his own sick joke and Valentine realized what she needed to do. She gripped his wrist with her free hand, and fired out a light energy blast from her palm. Damien screamed at the pain and retracted his arm letting her go. She dropped off the edge, and proceeded to fall ten stories. Even though Valentine knew she wouldn’t die, a scream ripped itself from her throat as she felt the weightlessness of her free fall and her hands reached out attempting to grip anything she could but was met with air. She heard a gunshot before her body hit the ground, and everything went black. 

. . . 

It would take three days for Valentine’s body to heal up enough that she could become conscious. She was immediately aware of the pain in her body the moment she was able to wake up. Could she just.. Go back to sleep? Was that an option? 

Unfortunately it was not as she found herself opening her eyes and being met with the ceiling of her room. There was an IV in her arm, something she assumed Mortus had put in to keep her energy stable. She was vaguely aware of the sound of Mortus talking to someone in the living room. Figuring it to be best to get his attention, she called out Mortus’s name. 

She was not expecting Mortus to throw open the door to her room that quickly, but what she expected even less was Afton to come barreling in after him. She tilted her head to see them better as Mortus rushed to her side and began asking a slurry of questions. She ignored them all and reached out her arm towards Afton, now noticing just how doped up on meds she was. He hesitated for a moment before walking over to her bedside, and kneeling so he was at her eye level. He would be the first to speak.

“I… thought you died,” He mustered out. 

“It takes more than that to kill me,” Valentine said, some of her words slurring together. Mortus checked her vitals quickly before nodding at Afton and leaving them alone. 

“. . .Do you remember what you said before you fell?” Afton asked, his eyes reading her face for any sort of emotion. The memories came flooding back to her and she felt the tears well in her eyes again, and a squeaky sob came out. 

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to tell you like that but… I thought I was going to die! You… you don’t have to love me back I-I just… I’m sorry!” She babbled out, her chest struggling to keep up with her gasping breaths. 

“Shhh…” He comforted, pausing for a moment, “You have nothing to apologize for. It’s okay…Would you at least like to know my response?” 

“Huh…?” 

“Because… I… I love you too.” Valentine looked at him, her tears running down her face, before smiling and letting out a strangled sob. He responded by petting her hair, just as he had done the first time they met and letting her sob. She would pass out soon after, leaving Afton alone with his thoughts. Admittedly, the biggest one on his mind was him scrapping the idea of using Valentine to his advantage. He had realized he hated seeing her hurt. He had realized he loved her. But the worst realization that hit was the one he was beating himself up about the most. 

Damien had escaped and was still out there. Still looking to kill Valentine. And Dr. Afton was not going to let that happen.

[coldcomputersoul]

Marco vs. the Forces of Love Episode 5: Carnival

Summary: It’s a hoot and a holler when Marco escapes from the girls and gets blackmailed by Jeremy. Meanwhile, Star, Jackie, Janna and Hekapoo work together to find him.

Star vs. the Forces of Evil belongs to:

© Daron Nefcy

© Disney Television Animation

[theme song]

ACT I

[The episode starts where we left off at the previous episode where Star and Janna have a heated argument regarding Marco]

Janna:

If anything, Marco should avoid you at all costs.

Star:

Oh yeah? At least I don’t steal things from him of stalk him like a creep, and let me tell you...

Marco:

[thinking to himself] Aw man, this is getting ugly. I need to get out of here.

Star:

...and that’s why I’m the best girl for Marco.

Janna:

Sure, keep making noise babyface. You sure are gonna win if you cry harder.

Star:

[breaking glass sound] What did you just say to me?

Janna:

I said: Keep making noise baby...

[before she can finish Star tackles Janna and they start a fight, but Jackie once again gets in between and attempts to stop them]

Jackie:

Come on girls please... fighting each other won’t solve anything. It will makes things worse.

Janna:

You’re right. We should let Marco decide once and for all and finish this nonsense...

Star:

I agree. So Marco, which one of us do you like...? [she notices that Marco is missing] Marco? Where did he go?

Janna:

Maybe he ran away from you and your childish behaviour your majesty...

Jackie:

Janna...

Star:

Well at least I’m a member of the royalty. You, on the other hand are just a sad, strange little girl who steals wallets to get attention. How pathetic.

Jackie:

Star...

Janna:

Say it again to my face, your royal pain.

Star:

I’ll be glad...

[Just when they’re about to start another brawl, an orange portal opens in front of them with Marco and Hekapoo coming out from it]

Hekapoo:

What’s up ladies?

Star:

What the…?!!!

[TIME CARD: FLASHBACK]

[Cut Marco and Hekapoo lying under the bed sheets all sweaty and exhausted. Marco stares at the ceiling with his arms around his head while Hekapoo plays with her hand on his chest]

Hekapoo:

That... was even better than I remembered. I really needed this...

Marco:

[concerned] I’m glad to hear it...

[Hekapoo notices that Marco looks concerned about something]

Hekapoo:

Is there… something you wanna tell me right now?

Marco:

What do you mean?

Hekapoo:

You look kinda sad. Do you regret about this?

Marco:

What? No, I’m not. It was wonderful and you’re an amazing chick and all but...

Hekapoo:

Do you still have feelings for Star?

Marco:

What happens between me and Star, like I said, it’s complicated. I don’t even know how to define it. The problem is: Right now, I just don’t know what I’m doing. It seems like every time I think I’ve found love, something happens and I get caught between more decisions and… I can’t think clearly anymore. I want somebody to love, someone who gives me comfort and support, but I also want to live dangerously, to be challenged...

Hekapoo:

Marco, you don’t have a problem. You’re just a kid. It’s normal for boys at your age being so indecisive and impulsive. You’re just a little confused, that’s all.

Marco:

Maybe that’s true, but it doesn’t take away the fact that I’m hurting Star. I wish I knew what I want so this could end peacefully.

[Hekapoo looks at Marco for a moment and thinks of a way to help him]

Hekapoo:

I think I figured out what’s your problem...

Marco:

You do?

Hekapoo:

You said that you don’t know what you want in a girl, right?

Marco:

Right...

Hekapoo:

That’s because you’re too busy pleasing everyone else instead of focus on what makes YOU happy. Am I right?

Marco:

Uhm, yeah, that’s kinda true...

Hekapoo:

And that’s my point: There’s nothing wrong in enjoying yourself once in a while. You’re a great guy Marco Diaz, and I’ve always thought you deserve better.

Marco:

That’s funny. I’ve always consider myself to be very lucky.

Hekapoo:

Yeah, but I’m not talking about the things you have, I’m talking about respect. And that’s what I love about you Marco: No matter how hard life has been treating you, you always seem to  keep going. You spent 16 years chasing me to get back a lousy pair of scissors that weren’t even yours. 

Marco:

That’s because I didn’t knew that were your scissors.

Hekapoo:

That doesn’t matter. What I’m trying to say is that everyone else would just given up the first year or so, but you... you persisted all those years and never turned back. And to tell you the the truth, It makes me kinda jealous of Star. She’s so lucky to have you in her life.

Marco:

[blushing] I... I’ve never realized how much I needed to hear that.

Hekapoo:

You’re welcome. [they stare at each other for a brief moment]

[Hekapoo gets up the bed and puts her trademark yellow dress. Marco dress up as well]

Hekapoo:

You know? You have done so much for me lately and I wanna make it up for you.

Marco:

It isn’t really necessary. I like to be helpful.

Hekapoo:

But I wanna do it. You deserve a better treatment and Star still doesn’t understand how valuable you really are, so we’re gonna pay her a visit so I can speak her a piece of my mind... 

Marco:

[getting nervous] You what? Hekapoo, I appreciate what you’re trying to do but… [Hekapoo opens a portal and grabs him by the hoodie before he can finish] Wait, I’m not mentally prepared for this...

[TIME CARD: END OF FLASHBACK]

[Cut Back to Marco and Hekapoo facing Star, Jackie and Janna at the park]

Janna:

And who the hell are you?

Hekapoo:

My name is Hekapoo, gatekeeper of the realms of time and space, and I’m here to set the record straight regarding Marco.

Marco:

[thinking to himself] This is it. They’re gonna tear me apart limb by limb.

Star:

Wait… what do you mean by “set the record straight”? Is there anything you didn’t tell us yet Marco?

Marco:

Uhm, it’s funny that you mention it, because...

Jackie:

Hey, aren’t you that girl that kept Marco recluse for 16 years on that weird dimension?

Hekapoo:

Mmmm, recluse it’s not the word I would use, but... Yes, yes I am...

Star:

You better have a good explanation for this Marco Diaz.

Marco:

I was getting into that, you see...

Hekapoo:

Don’t tell her anything Marco, you don’t owe her any explanations...

Janna:

[raising an eyebrow] You seem pretty close to be just acquaintances.

Hekapoo:

You’re pretty sharp for a human kid. I’ll give you that...

Star:

Seriously, what’s the deal with you and Marco?

Hekapoo:

Oh please, don’t tell me that you still can’t figure it out...

Marco:

[whispering] Hekapoo please, you’re making it worse...

Star:

[upset] And what exactly am I supposed to “figure out”?

Hekapoo:

Mmmm, I’m gonna take a wild guess: Marco is not only good in bed like… REALLY good, but also is so full of energy that is capable to last for hours and hours. Am I right?

Star:

So?

Hekapoo:

Where do you think he learned all that stuff?

[Star takes a moment to think about it until she realizes what she meant]

Star:

[gasps] Marco, is that true?

Marco:

Well, you see:  I was trying to get back your scissors and spent 16 years on her dimension to do it and… I may have got a little sidetracked...?

Star:

Marco!!!

Janna:

Well, well, well, guess we learned something new about you safety kid....

Jackie:

Why you didn’t tell about this before? I thought we were gonna be honest to each other...

Marco:

I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention, but you also lied to me...

Jackie:

Yeah, but what you did was way before of what we did and we already apologized, right Star?

Star:

Indeed, what is wrong with you? I thought you were better than this...

Marco:

[staring at the floor] I’m sorry...

Hekapoo:

[to Jackie and Janna] Wait, I’m confused… What is your relation with Marco?

Janna:

I am his lover...

Jackie:

And I am his former girlfriend...

Hekapoo:

So, you’re telling he’s been cheating on all of you at once?

Janna:

That’s right.

Hekapoo:

Wait a minute: Wasn’t Star your girlfriend?

Marco:

I think you misunderstood what I meant. Star is not exactly my girlfriend, it’s just that I...

Star:

What?!!! So you’re telling me during all this time you did with me all kind of things... and you didn’t even considering me your girlfriend?!!!

Marco:

You’re getting me wrong. I’m actually...

[All the girls give Marco a death glare as he gulps and takes a step back wearing a fearful expression on his face]

Marco:

[thinking to himself] Oh God, I’m SO screwed. There’s no way I can’t get out of this one...

Star:

I don’t even know you anymore.

Jackie:

[crossing her arms] I agree. We’re very disappointed of you right now.

Janna:

So, what do you have to say in your defense loverboy?

Marco:

[shivering] Girls, there’s no need to do something crazy.

Star:

You haven’t seen crazy yet.

Marco:

Please, just listen to me: It’s not that I didn’t enjoy all this time with all of you...

Janna:

Oh, we all know that you did it, you womanizing bastard.

[The girls surround Marco while he just takes a deep breath and prepares to get punished by them]

Hekapoo:

Any last words to defend yourself fleshwad?

Marco:

[sigh] I understand that why you’re so upset right now and I just want you to know that… [he notices something at the sky] Holy shit, is that a nuclear missile coming right over here?!!! [points at the sky]

Janna:

[crossing her arms] Marco, Do you seriously think that we’re gonna fall for that one? I mean, not even Star is looking up...

Star:

Yeah… [beat] HEY!!!

Marco:

[panicking] I’m serious, it’s getting closer, we’ve gotta get out of here.

Jackie:

Marco, please. This is getting ridiculous. Why don’t you just face the problem instead of coming up with such a nonsensical…?

Random Person:

[o.s] A NUCLEAR MISSILE IS COMING DOWN!!! EVERYONE RUN AWAY!!!

[Cut to the missile falling down while all the people at the park evacuate while screaming in panic]

Janna:

[looking at the sky] Holy guacamole: Marco was telling the truth.

Jackie:

Quick, we gotta get out of here fast.

Star:

Wait… I know what to do...

[Star uses her wand to transform into her mewberty self and flies to the missile to blast it]

Star:

[pointing at the missile with her wand] MEGA RAINBOW BLA…!!!

Marco:

[shouting at her] Star, don’t do that!!! You’re gonna make it explode!!!

Jackie:

Try to slow it down!!!

Star:

Okay, I got it.

[Star flies towards the missile, grabs it and attempts to slow it down using the flutter of her wings, but it’s too heavy for her to handle]

Janna:

That’s it, we’re doomed.

[everyone close their eyes waiting for the end, but the missile just lands and gets buried in the ground without exploding in a very anticlimactic way]

Marco:

[opening his eyes] Are we… still alive?

Jackie:

Apparently, but how?

Marco:

Star, are you okay? [he helps Star to get down from the missile]

Star:

[turning back to normal] I’m fine, but… what just happened?

[Janna gets closer to the missile and takes a look to it]

Marco:

I’m not sure, but we need to get out here. This thing could still explode if we...

[Janna kicks the missile twice]

Marco:

[to Janna] WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!!

Janna:

Don’t panic safety kid. The missile is hollow.

Jackie:

Really? [she also kicks it] Hey, you’re right.

Star:

But I don’t understand: Why would anyone launch a weapon that doesn’t even work?

Janna:

Tell that to Pyongyang’s government.

Hekapoo:

And just when I thought humans couldn’t get any dumber.

Janna:

Yeah right, because mewmans and monsters are SO smart that they need magic to solve all their problems. That’s a good one.

Star:

Hey, shut your piehole Janna. You don’t know anything about us mewnans and all the problems we have to deal with on our everyday lives.

Janna:

That’s even funnier coming from you, your royal highness.

Star:

Just because I’m a princess that doesn’t mean I don’t have problems of my own, okay?

Janna:

Is that so? name one.

Star:

Well, for instance, you’re all getting in the way between me and Marco.

Hekapoo:

Oh, poor you. Let me ask you something: If Marco is SO comfortable with you, why is he looking for other girls?

Star:

Perhaps because some of those girls keep him prisoner for 16 years and take advantage of him...

Hekapoo:

Yeah right, because is not like I gave him the choice to go back to Earth. Also, the only reason he stayed on my dimension for so long it’s because he was trying to get back the scissors that your pony friend stole from me in the first place...

Star:

Leave Pony Head out of this.

Hekapoo:

Well, if you and Marco were so close, he would have told you all of this, right Marco? [notices that he is missing] Marco? 

Star:

Oh, damn it. He did it again.

Janna:

Nice job scaring him way. AGAIN.

Star:

Oh, like you didn’t have any part on it whatsoever.

Jackie:

Uhm, girls?

Janna:

At least I don’t blame everyone else for my own mistakes like you do.

Jackie:

Girls?

Star:

Perhaps because you never apologize for your mistakes.

Jackie:

Girls?

Janna:

As if you know what it is to apologize...

Jackie:

[screaming] ENOUGH!!!

[everyone stop arguing and pay attention to Jackie]

Jackie:

Now, I don’t care how entitled do you think you are, or how much you want to tear apart to each other. The only thing I want is to know where Marco is, and whining and complaining like a bunch of children is not gonna solve anything, so please, PLEASE: Stop it.

[they get quiet for a few seconds awkwardly staring at the ground. Then Hekapoo decides to break the silence]

Hekapoo:

[sigh] You have a good point. This bickering is both pointless and counterproductive. I mean, I don’t even know who you girls are, I was here just to stand for Marco, but now that he’s gone…

Janna:

Well, neither do I. Right now I’m upset because I  just want to know where Marco is...

Hekapoo:

I propose a truce until we find him so we can settle this once and for all. What do you say?

Jackie:

I’m in. [she shakes hands with Hekapoo]

Janna:

Me too. This whole argument is getting old anyway. [she also shakes hands with her]

Hekapoo:

What about you princess Butterfly?

Star:

Well... if Jackie is okay with it, I guess you can count me in as well. 

Jackie:

[giving her a pat on the back] That’s the spirit.

[Star finally shakes hands with Hekapoo]

ACT II

[Cut to a crowd of people at Echo Creek’s pier. President Richard Martinez is about to give a press conference while everyone is talking about the missile incident. Cut to Alfonzo and Ferguson between the crowd]

Ferguson:

Oh man, I’m so afraid right now.

Alfonzo:

Tell me about it. Less than 5 minutes after it happened and my dad just ran away to the store to buy plans for a bomb shelter. 

Ferguson:

What do you think it’s going to happen? Do you think they’re gonna relocated us all or something?

Alfonzo:

I hope not. I’ve spent the best years of my life on this town.

[cut to a flashback of Alfonzo getting his head stuck on a toilet by local bully Lars]

Ferguson:

[deadpan] Right...

[Cut back to President Martinez at the stage]

President Martinez:

[speaking at the microphone] My fellow american citizens:In light of the recent mass hysteria that followed the landing of the nuclear missile “allegedly” launched by the government of North Korea early this afternoon, I flew back to this lovely town to clarify some of the misconceptions you may had about what exactly is going on...

Justin:

WE’RE ALL GOING TO GET NUKED!!! [everyone at the audience starts screaming]

President Martinez:

Now, calm down everybody. Nobody is going to get nuked, in fact: This whole incident was a huge misunderstanding.

Sabrina:

Misunderstanding?

President Martinez:

You’re correct young lady in the audience. You see: This was all part of a… simulation, yeah, that’s it. The US DoD personally asked me to launch this fake missile to test the overall response of your town in case of an actual nuclear threat and… congratulations. You passed.

Reporter:

But, isn’t launching a fake WMD without prior notice a form of fear-mongering?

President Martinez:

Now, you may thinking that these nuclear policies are highly unconstitutional. And you’re totally right. That’s why I came here to personally apologize for such an irresponsible decision and make it clear that this tragic incident will never going to repeat again. And to compensate you: I’m proud to announce that I’m bringing to your town: A brand new carnival. [talks at the phone] Bring it on boys.

[a group of helicopters brings a rollercoaster, a ferris wheel, a merry-go-round as well as other park attractions and land them on the pier]

Brittney:

Oh come on, do you actually believe that we’re going to forgive you for spreading scaremongering on our town using such a moronic tactic that no one is going to…?

Blake Lemon:

Hey, look everyone: A free carnival.

[everyone at the audience go to the carnival to try the rides while Brittney gets trapped among the excited crowd]

President Martinez:

[talking to the bodyguards] Phew, that was a close one. Call CNN, CBS, ABC and MSNBC and tell them to bury the lede. no one else at the country has to know about this.

Bodyguard:

Yes sir.

[Cut to Star, Jackie, Janna and Hekapoo at Marco’s living room. Star is talking with Princess Pony Head using her mirror phone]

Star:

Are you sure about that?

Princess Pony Head:

[sigh] For the millionth time: Yes. I looked for him like… everywhere. He’s not at the Amethyst Arcade, he’s not at Quest Buy, he’s not at Pixtopia, and he’s definitely not at the Goblin Dogs stand.

Star:

But what about Kelly and Tad? 

Princess Pony Head:

They haven’t seen Marco either. I’m sorry B-Fly, but your beloved Earth Turd is officially MIA.

Star:

That’s okay. I appreciate your help. 

Princess Pony Head:

I’ve always knew that turd was no good for you B-Fly. I’ll tell you what: Next time I see him I’m gonna shove it my horn right up his...

Star:

As... well-intended you may be, it’s not really necessary for you to do that. I’ll deal with this problem all by myself, okay?

Princess Pony Head:

Pfft, whatever. See you next time B-Fly. [she hangs up]

Star:

Well, girls it seems that Marco is not at Mewni after all.

Janna:

Yeah, but it doesn’t take away the fact that he’s still nowhere to be found.

Jackie:

Do you know any other place he could possibly be?

Star:

Not a clue. but wait, I’ve got it: I’ll use the All-Seeing Eye to look up where he is.

Hekapoo:

Wait… The All-Seeing Eye? Are you aware that spell is completely Off-Limits. right?

Star:

Who cares? I’m gonna use it just for a teeny-weenie short moment. What could possibly go wrong?

Hekapoo:

Everything can go wrong if you use that spell. There is a good reason of why it’s in the forbidden chapter. You can’t just use it as you please.

Star:

Oh, and do you have a better idea?

Hekapoo:

Well, not exactly, but I do know that considering the low amount of magic power those scissors have, he couldn’t go any further than Earth. That’s for sure.

Jackie:

Yeah, but even if that were true, Earth is still a huge place for Marco to hide. He could be in China for all we know...

Janna:

Well, not necessarily.

Star:

What are you talking about?

Janna:

When you have the ability to move from place to place in a matter of seconds, one could argue that  he would use the scissors to hide at some unknown village at the Congo or something like that. But what if Marco is actually self aware of this and he chose to stay right here at Echo Creek just to drift away our attention?

Jackie:

It might be possible, but it still sounds pretty unlikely. How can we be sure?

Janna:

Exactly. We can’t, the only thing we can do so far is to look up for him at the last place he could possibly be right here. A place full of lights and surrounded by people, a place like...

Everyone:

The carnival.

[Cut to Echo Creek’s carnival. Everyone is having a good time, except for Jeremy Birnbaum who walks around along with his butler bored out of his mind]

Jeremy:

[eating cotton candy] Ugh, this is the worst carnival I’ve been on my entire life. I’d rather get grounded doing my homework than attend this snoozefest any longer.

Butler:

You want me to take you back home master Jeremy?

Jeremy:

Hang on, I’m sure I can find someone to pull a prank on. Okay, let’s see… [he looks around to find someone] Too many potential victims, but no one who’s actually worth the effort.

Butler:

Well, if you want my advice sir...

Jeremy:

I pay you to drive me home, not to listen your worthless advice, so shut your piehole. Wait a second… [he looks at some guy wearing a trenchcoat and a fedora sneaking around] Mission control: We’ve found our next target, he-he-he...

[the guy with the trenchcoat turns out to be Marco, who hides behind an alley and attempts to use the dimensional scissors]

Marco:

Ugh, come on. Open the portal already. Goddammit.

Jeremy:

Hey jerkface...

[Marco turns around and sees Jeremy right behind him recording him with his cell phone]

Marco:

Jeremy? What are you doing here?

Jeremy:

Funny, I could ask you the same question. What are you hiding under that coat? Free candy?

Marco:

Uhm, that’s none of your business, so... buzz off dude.

Jeremy:

And miss the opportunity to humiliate you and whatever you’re trying to do? No way, this shit is gold. 

Marco:

Okay, first of all: Watch your potty mouth you little brat, talk like a sailor does not make you edgier than the 12 year old kids who post Minecraft gameplays on Youtube; and second of all: If you wanna talk about humiliation, do I need to remind you of the time when I put your “private karate lessons” to shame at the graduation? I don’t think so...

Jeremy:

Well, if you’re so confident about yourself, whom are you hiding from?

Marco:

Who says that I’m hiding?

Jeremy:

Oh, give me a break Marco: You’re behind an alley wearing a trenchcoat AND a fedora like you were some kind of secret agent. You’re so bad at lying it’s kinda sad.

Marco:

Oh yeah? and you’re so full of yourself I’m surprised that you are not overweight. Why don’t you just admit that you act like a jerk simply because you have an inferiority complex that…?

[In that moment, Marco hears the voice of Star and the girls passing by, so he puts his head out the alley to confirm it]

Marco:

What the…? [he sees them searching for him] Oh, crap...

Jeremy:

[wearing a smug smile] Well, well, well... What do he have here? Marco Diaz, the tough, misunderstood “bad boy”, hiding from a group of girls? I don’t even know what this is all about, but I’m already excited.

Marco:

Jeremy, listen: Right now I’m on a very delicate situation and... I know that I’m not exactly your favorite person in the world, but… Would you please help me to get out of here without being noticed? 

Jeremy:

Wait, hold on. Let me get this straight: You’re asking ME to help YOU to escape from those chicks over there? [he starts laughing] This is just… I don’t even know what to say.

Marco:

Oh, come on Jeremy, don’t you have at least a bit of empathy for someone other than yourself?

Jeremy:

Mmmm, I don’t know. Aren’t you the one who said that I’m “full of myself”?

Marco:

[getting on his knees] Jeremy please. I’ll do whatever you want?

Jeremy:

[raising an eyebrow] Whatever I want?

Marco:

[sigh] Yes, whatever you want.

Jeremy:

Mmmm, let me think about it… on one hand, I could rat you out to those girls and enjoy your demise in the front row… and on the other hand I could help you out and turn you into my personal slave for the rest of the evening, which is a very rare opportunity… Alright Romeo, I’ll help you out... 

Marco:

Oh thank you Jeremy...

Jeremy:

However: I want your red belt...

Marco:

[sigh] Okay, it’s all yours...

Jeremy:

AND your karate certificate.

Marco:

Ugh, fine. You can have that too.

Jeremy:

Also, I want your entire comic book collection.

Marco:

Jesus Christ, why don’t you ask for my soul while you’re at it?

Jeremy:

Actually, that’s not a bad idea.

Marco:

[grinding his teeth] Jeremy...

Jeremy:

Okay, I finished to mess up with you sweetheart. [uses his cell phone to call his butler] Henry? Yeah, it’s me your master Jeremy… I need a distraction now… yup, 40’ away...

[A loud explosion is heard at the distance, which drifts everyone’s attention. Marco and Jeremy use the opportunity to run away from the scene]

Jeremy:

And that’s why you should worship the almighty dollar...

Marco:

Well, I guess I owe you for that one.

Jeremy:

That’s what I love to hear. Come on slave boy, you still have some work to do.

Marco:

[sigh] Somebody kill me please.

[Cut to Star, Jackie, Janna and Hekapoo still looking for Marco]

Star:

Now that was weird, it sounded like an explosion, but everything just seems fine.

Hekapoo:

Something tells me that Marco had something to do with it.

Jackie:

That may be true, but it doesn’t change the fact that he is still nowhere to be found, especially among this huge crowd of people.

Janna:

What are we gonna do then?

Jackie:

I suggest we split up to cover more ground. Janna: You and Hekapoo go and check up the stands while Star and I will look for him up in the ferris wheel. We’ll be in contact with our cell phones. Then we’ll meet again right here in one hour. Got it? 

Hekapoo:

Clear as crystal.

Janna:

It works for me.

Star:

Yeah, me too.

Jackie:

Alright people, let’s go.

[Cut to Marco and Jeremy wandering around looking for victims. Jeremy set eyes on a little girl eating ice cream while sitting on a bench]

Jeremy:

Alright slave boy, here’s the first order of business: See that little girl eating ice cream over there?

Marco:

Uhm, yeah.

Jeremy:

Well, I want you to sneak around behind her back and throw her ice cream at the floor without being noticed.

Marco:

What? That’s terrible. I’m not gonna do that.

Jeremy:

Oh, yes you will. We had a deal remember?

Marco:

Forget about it. I’d rather eat my toenails on a bowl of cereal.

Jeremy:

Well, in that case I guess I’m gonna have to rat you out with your cheerleading squad then... 

Marco:

Yeah, like I care. I bet they all returned home at this point.

Jeremy:

Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Just look at behind you.

[Marco turns around and sees Janna and Hekapoo heading towards them. Marco gets all nervous while Jeremy watches him wearing a smug face]

Jeremy:

Not feeling so brave now, huh?

Marco:

You little piece of...

Jeremy:

Ah ah ah! Remember our deal slave boy.

[Marco gets infuriated, but immediately calms down as he sees Janna and Hekapoo getting closer]

Marco:

[feeling resigned] Okay. I’ll do it.

Jeremy:

That’s a good boy.

[Marco sneaks around behind the little girl and throws a coin next to her. She turns her head and Marco uses the opportunity to throw her ice cream to the floor, which makes her cry. Then Marco returns with Jeremy]

Jeremy:

Wow, I hate to admit it, but… I’m truly impressed. I’ve never seen someone sneaking up that way, I mean, you have the reflexes of a ninja.

[Marco just looks at the little girl crying and feels guilty about it]

Jeremy:

Oh, don’t be so melodramatic. She’ll get over it.

Marco:

Please don’t make me do that ever again.

Jeremy:

Are you kidding me? That was freaking gold, and this is just the beginning my friend.

[Cut to Janna and Hekapoo still looking for Marco on the stands]

Janna:

Have you found anything?

Hekapoo:

I can feel the power of the scissors near around us, but I’m still not really sure where this feeling is coming from...

Janna:

Well, that’s just great. It’s like we’re playing hide and seek with Marco.

[they spot the little girl on the bench still crying, so they go to talk to her]

Janna:

Hey, what’s wrong little girl? Why are you crying?

Little girl:

My ice cream... [shows her the empty cone]

Janna:

Oh, I see. And where are your parents?

Little girl:

Over there... [points at her parents playing at the stands completely oblivious]

Janna:

Typical. I’ll tell you what: I’ll go to get you another ice cream, so in the meantime you can talk with my friend Hekapoo right over here...

Hekapoo:

What? Why do I have to take care of her?

Janna:

Don’t be rude, just keep her distracted for a few minutes, alright?

Hekapoo:

Okay...

[Janna goes to buy an ice cream while Hekapoo just sits on the bench looking at the girl in silence. Then she starts crying again]

Hekapoo:

Oh, come on little girl,dont cry.  I… I… I don’t really know what to do in these situations. [she thinks for a moment until she gets an idea] I got it.

[Hekapoo uses her powers to materialize a group of tiny ballerinas and makes them dance in front of the girl, which makes her stop crying]

Little girl:

[clapping] Bravo… I love ballerinas.

Hekapoo:

[looking exhausted] I’m glad you liked it.

[In that moment, Janna returns with the ice cream]

Janna:

There you go... [gives the ice cream to the girl]

Little girl:

Ice cream. Thanks.

Janna:

You welcome sweetie, just remember to be more careful next time. Now if you excuse us. We have to go... 

Little girl:

Bye ballerinas… [she waves goodbye to both of them as they leave]

Janna:

[to Hekapoo] Are you okay? You don’t look so well.

Hekapoo:

I’m fine. I just... need to take a short break.

Janna:

You did a great job back there. Come on, I’ll buy you a cotton candy.

Hekapoo:

Thanks.

ACT III

[Cut to an old lady on an electric wheelchair who can’t move around because their brakes were cut. Marco and Jeremy are watching her from the distance]

Jeremy:

I swear, this evening just keeps getting better every time, don’t you think? 

Marco:

It can’t get any worse than this.

Jeremy:

Is that a challenge?

Marco:

You know, I don’t understand you Jeremy...

Jeremy:

It’s MASTER Jeremy to you.

Marco:

It’s like being rich, healthy and successful isn’t enough and you feel the need to shove it on everyone’s faces, and it makes me wonder: Why? What’s the point? Is it because you don’t have any real friends? grow up...

Jeremy:

That’s funny coming from the guy who likes to bang everything that moves like if it was a sport. Also, aren’t you friends with a rich a-hole yourself? because from what I see it: You’re either a masochist, a complete pervert, or a social climber.

Marco:

You don’t even know what you’re talking about. My relationship with Star goes beyond your shallow and materialistic viewpoints.

Jeremy:

Or maybe, that’s what you want to believe. How naive can you possibly be? 

Marco:

At least I live in the real world. When was the last time you got out from your cute little bubble, you self entitled prick?

Jeremy:

I don’t need to live on what you call “the real world”, as long as I can humiliate poor saps like you.

Marco:

Is that so? Then how about a bet? If I win I can keep my red belt, my karate certificate AND my comic book collection.

Jeremy:

And if I win?

Marco:

I’ll mow your lawn for a whole year.

Jeremy:

Mmmm, that sounds interesting. I’ll take it.

Marco:

And just to prove to you how sure I am, I’ll let you choose the challenge.

Jeremy:

That’s even better.

Marco:

Yeah, that’s right. Keep that smug grin on your face, because no matter what you choose, I’m 100% percent sure that I’ll kick. your. butt...

[Cut to Marco and Jeremy at the bumper cars. Marco loses all his confidence while Jeremy just watches him smiling with his arms crossed]

Marco:

[thinking to himself] I didn’t think this through, did I?

Jeremy:

Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get it on.

Marco:

I stand corrected: This evening just got worse.

[Cut to Star and Jackie sitting on the ferris wheel. Star uses her wand as a magnifying glass to search for Marco]

Jackie:

Do you see anything?

Star:

I can see Principal Skeeves selling a couple of yearbooks, but there’s no sign of Marco whatsoever. What about you? 

Jackie:

Well, It’s hard for me to see from this height, but so far I haven’t found anything yet.

Star:

[sigh] I’m getting tired of this. I wonder if Janna and Hekapoo already found him.

Jackie:

They would have already told us if that were the case

Star:

How can you be so sure? What if they’re conspiring against us to have Marco all for themselves?

Jackie:

Don’t be so paranoid Star. We all made a truce, remember?

Star:

I know that, it’s just that I don’t really trust Janna right now. I mean, look at what she did behind our backs.

Jackie:

Listen, I can understand why you’re so upset. I’m very upset too, but I’m trying to keep myself under control. That way is easier for me to deal with my problems.

Star:

You make it sound so simple, but I just... don’t have the same level of patience as you Jackie.

[Star holds her knees and lowers her head while Jackie watches her concerned]

Jackie:

Star, can I confess something very personal to you?

Star:

Sure.

Jackie:

Believe it or not, I wasn’t always the calm and composed person you see right now...

Star:

Get out of here...

Jackie:

But it’s true. The thing is...

[Cut to a black and white flashback of Jackie’s childhood. She’s painting a watermelon while everyone else is playing outside]

Jackie:

[narrating] When I was 8 years old, I was having a bit of a hard time. My folks got divorced due financial difficulties and at the time I used to think it was my fault because I was a kid and didn’t know better... [finishes the drawing and throws it away]

[Cut to Jackie’s mother (face unseen) talking with the school counselor while he shows her the report card of her daughter. Jackie is sitting next to her]

Jackie:

[narrating] ...my low self esteem started to affect my grades as well, and even though my mom told me countless times that it wasn’t my fault, I couldn’t simply believe it. I thought she just said that to make me feel less guilty about the divorce...

[Cut to Jackie receiving a dog for christmas while her mother is knitting a scarf next to the tree]

Jackie:

[narrating] My mom did everything she could to make me feel better. She even bought me a dog that I named Pickles. But it actually made things worse when I accidentally gave it chocolate while looking for some dog food, but couldn’t find any… again, I didn’t know any better back then...

[Cut to Jackie and her mother standing next to Pickles grave. She starts crying while holding her mother’s leg]

Jackie:

[narrating] It wasn’t until that moment my mom decided to take me to the beach without prior notice. I’m not exactly sure why she chose that place in particular, but what I do know is that it was an experience that I’ll never forget...

[Jackie is playing with a red ball next to the shore]

Jackie:

[narrating] I was playing with my favorite red ball very close to the shore. Back then I was full of energy and could play to kick the ball around for hours and hours. And just when I thought I was finally letting go all my anxiety, tragedy struck again. I kicked my ball so hard that it fell onto the sea...

[Jackie runs to the sea to get her ball back, but gets stopped by her mother]

Jackie:

[narrating] And thank goodness my mom stopped me because at the time I didn’t know how to swim, but most importantly: I witnessed one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen in my entire life... [watches a group of dolphins playing with the ball] Now, I don’t know exactly how to put into words the wide variety of emotions I felt that day, but something about those dolphins and their playful and carefree lifestyle, got me so fascinated that I became obsessed with those animals. My mom of course received my new hobby with open arms and encouraged me to learn how to surf to get closer with them, that led me to learn how to skate and the rest is history... 

[Cut back to Star and Jackie at the ferris wheel]

Star:

Wow, who would’ve thought that the reason behind your love for skating could be so… deep.

Jackie:

Well, it’s the closest thing to surf when I’m on firm land.

Star:

Jackie: I want to apologize for all the things I did to you so far.

Jackie:

What are you talking about?

Star:

Don’t act like you don’t know, I’m talking about the kiss incident, the time I forced you to lie, the time I used that spell to spy on you and Marco. You deserve better and I definitely crossed the line. 

[Jackie smiles at Star and grabs her shoulder to comfort her]

Jackie:

The fact that you can come clean about this in such a transparent and honest way is enough for me. I really appreciate the gesture and it makes me glad that you consider me more than just your rival. 

Star:

And I just want you to know that no matter which one of us win Marco’s affections, I still want to keep our friendship alive.

Jackie:

So do I Star. So do I… [they smile at each other]

[Cut to Marco and Jeremy at the bumper cars facing each other. Jeremy looks much more confident than Marco, who tries to keep his composure]

Jeremy:

What’s the matter? Feeling a little under the weather already?

Marco:

Yeah, you wish.

Jeremy:

You know, you still got time to walk out of this and avoid the public humiliation. Just sayin’.

Marco:

Oh, so now all of a sudden you act compassionate, huh? What a hypocrite.

Jeremy:

Don’t say I didn’t warn you...

Marco:

[mocking voice] “Don’t say I didn’t warn you” I’ll show you how to...

[Jeremy bumps Marco against the wall without any warning. Marco already starts feeling sick]

Marco:

That’s not fair, I wasn’t ready.

Jeremy:

Welcome to the real world honey...

Marco:

[feeling dizzy] You’ll see...

[Marco tries to bump Jeremy, but feels too sick to focus and gets bumped as a result]

Jeremy:

So, what do you think about my driving skills? Not bad for a three times regional champion in Mario Kart 8, huh?

[Marco is too sick to pay attention to him]

Jeremy:

Hey, I’m talking to you. Pay attention!!!

[Jeremy bumps Marco once again and as a result, he throws up all across the floor, causing a malfunction]

Microphone voice:

Ladies and gentleman, the operator speaking here… uhm, due a small inconvenience regarding the electric floor, it’s my duty to inform you that we’re gonna have to close for the rest of the evening. In the name of the staff, we’re sorry. Have a good night.

[Everyone starts booing both Marco and Jeremy]

Jeremy:

[smiling] Ah, the sweet sound of public discontent. What’s not to love?

Marco:

It’s official: This is the worst day of my life.

[Cut to Janna and Hekapoo still looking for Marco while eating cotton candy]

Hekapoo:

This is actually pretty good.

Janna:

I told ya.

Hekapoo:

You know, as a member of the Magic High Commission I never got the time to enjoy things like this...

Janna:

Really? [looks at one of the stands] Have you ever played “shooting ducks”?

Hekapoo:

Never heard of it.

Janna:

Then follow me, Flaming Lips...

Hekapoo:

Mmmm, now we were supposed to be looking for Marco, but… yeah, why not?

[Cut to Janna and Hekapoo playing “shooting ducks”]

Hekapoo:

[shooting at some ducks] I got them...

Janna:

Wow, not bad for a first timer. What’s your secret?

Hekapoo:

Well, I may be not familiar with this game, but we do have target practice on Mewni. It’s part of our job.

Janna:

[shooting ducks] So, you don’t use magic for those kind of things?

Hekapoo:

[sigh] Here we go again: Humans assuming that just because we use magic on Mewni, our lives are somehow less complicated than theirs. Look, it doesn’t work like that, okay?

Janna:

Well, you tell me... The only knowledge I have about the topic comes from Star and her magic wand. 

Hekapoo:

Star is a princess, which means she has the privilege to use magic in a less restrictive way, but for entities like me, magic is more of a device we use to facilitate our jobs.

Janna:

Sounds pretty boring if you ask me...

Hekapoo:

It’s not that bad, I mean… you get used to it after a couple of centuries or so... 

Janna:

Hold on: How old are you exactly?

Hekapoo:

Like 700 years more or less. I don’t know, I stopped keeping track such a long time ago...

Janna:

Oh… You look great for your age.

Hekapoo:

Thanks.

Janna:

By the way, now that we’re knowing each other a little better, I have to ask: How exactly did you and Marco meet in the first place?

Hekapoo:

It’s a bit complicated to explain, but long story short: I was looking for my dimensional scissors after Princess Pony Head took them away without permission, and when I finally track them down it just so happened that Marco had them in his possession.

Janna:

Wow, talk about bad timing...

Hekapoo:

And that’s not all: Apparently, he also was under the impression that the scissors belonged to Star, so he did everything that he could to get them back and spent 16 years doing it. Which, by the way are just a few minutes in your dimension...

Janna:

So that’s when you and Marco… you know…

Hekapoo:

Well, 16 years is a lot of time and a lot of things happened, but… yeah. And just between you and me: Those were some of the best years of my life. Finding that fleshwad was one of the greatest accidents that happened to me in a long, long time... 

Janna:

Yeah, Marco is certainly one of a kind...

Hekapoo:

I mean, a guy who’s able to take care of five clones at a time? That’s not something you can forget so easily, even when you’re more than 700 years old.

Janna:

Wait a minute… did just say FIVE clones at a time?

Hekapoo:

Yep, and all without breaking a sweat... 

Janna:

Is that so? [thinking to herself] I think my mind just got a great idea...Oh, Marco you’re gonna love me for this, hehehe...

Hekapoo:

Okay, this was fun and all, but I think we should keep with our search...

Janna:

Yeah, about that: After a thoughtful consideration, I think I might have found the perfect solution to our little dilemma with Marco...

Hekapoo:

[raising an eyebrow] Keep talking...

[Cut to Star and Jackie returning to the meeting point along with Janna and Hekapoo]

Jackie:

So, did you found something that can lead us to Marco?

Janna:

Not exactly, but Hekapoo and I’ve been talking for a while and… We want to make you an offer to settle down our main problem...

Hekapoo:

Something like: A permanent solution if you prefer...

[Star and Jackie look at each other]

Star & Jackie:

We’re listening...

[Cut to Marco carrying a bunch of junk food while Jeremy walks right next to him whistling happily]

Jeremy:

Come on, hurry up barf bag. We still have a lot of work to do...

Marco:

[getting angry] I’ve had ENOUGH OF THIS!!! [he throws the food to the floor]

Jeremy:

What are you doing you retard?!!! I was about to eat that...

Marco:

[taking off the disguise] I’m so sick of you and your smug, cocky, arrogant and overall demeaning attitude. You think you’re SO clever and SO mature for your age when in reality you’re nothing but a hollow, self absorbed, worthless scumbag that stomps on everything that’s pure and decent because nobody, and I mean NOBODY likes you... And you know what? You may take my red belt, my certificate and even MY FREAKIN’ SOUL for all I care, but it’s not gonna change the fact that you’re a total loser, a waste of human life, a leech that depends on its parents money to survive... because in the grand scheme of things Jeremy, you’re part of the problem and I’m not gonna waste my time with you any longer, you hear me? So do me a favour and take all your money and all your worthless privilege and GO. F***. YOURSELF!!! [spits at the floor] God, you’re pathetic.

Star:

[o.s] Marco?

[Marco turns around and sees Star, Jackie, Janna and Hekapoo right behind him]

Marco:

[getting nervous] Uhm, girls, what a nice surprise...

Jeremy:

Good luck getting your butt kicked by your girlfriends, loser...

[Jeremy leaves the scene while laughing hysterically]

Marco:

Okay, listen up… I have an explanation for for all of this, ehm… [he checks his pockets to find the scissors] where did I put them?

Janna:

[holding Marco’s scissors] Oh, were you looking for these?

Marco:

Oh, crap...

Hekapoo:

I’ll keep the scissors for now on... [Janna gives them to her] Thank you.

Janna:

[crossing her arms] So, what do you have to say in your defense?

[Marco quickly gets on his knees to beg mercy while the girls just look at each other in confusion]

Marco:

[crying] I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I know what I did was inexcusable and you have all the right to be mad at me, but please… this whole evening has been the most painful, cringe inducing experience of my life and I just can't take any more punishment… please, don’t hurt me. 

Star:

[crossing her arms] Hurt you? Oh no, Marco Diaz. We have a much better idea.

[Cut to Mewni’s castle. Hekapoo opens a portal in the middle of a hallway and Marco and the girls come out of it. They walk by and come across a giant grey wall]

Hekapoo:

It’s all yours Princess Butterfly...

Star:

I hope this works... [raises her wand] Vulgo Apertis Ianus!!!

[A giant wooden door appears on the wall, so they open it and walk through a long narrow hallway lightened by torches]

Marco:

[thinking to himself] Well, this is it. The end of the line for me. Goodbye world, it was nice to meet you. Mother, Father: I hope one day you’ll understand and forgive me for what I... 

Star:

Well, here we are.

[At the end of the hallway, they come across a giant door. Star opens it and they get inside a giant room with a pool sized bathtub some pillars around it and harp music to set the mood]

Marco:

Star, what is this place?

Star:

[closing the door] My parents private bathroom. This is where they come when they want to be alone and forget about their royal duties for a moment.

Hekapoo:

Also, it’s one of the few places inside the castle that can’t be reached using dimensional scissors, so it’s safe to assume that no one will interrupt us...

Marco:

But… I thought you were mad at me for what I did.

Jackie:

Although we’re still a bit upset for the way you handled the situation... 

Janna:

We talked about it came to the conclusion that... punish you it’s not exactly the best solution.

[They all stripped down to nothing but their underwear as they speak. Marco blushes and feels his heart beating faster as a result]

Hekapoo:

Besides: We assume that part of this problem was our fault too. We got too competitive with each other and put you on a very difficult situation.

Star:

So bottom line: We’ll allow you to keep things the way they are...

Everyone:

If you can take care or all of us.

Hekapoo:

So what do you say fleshwad? Will you accept the challenge?

[Marco closes his eyes and takes a deep breath]

Marco:

Alright, let’s do this.

MARCO VS. THE FORCES OF LOVE - EPISODE 5: CARNIVAL

[fanfictrashdump]

Queening a Pawn, 17

((Y’all know the drill. I was supposed to be doing something productive in my life and I wrote this trash, instead))

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Summary: During the Time Heist, Loki stole the Tesseract and escaped. He did not expect, however, to be pulled through a Time Loop that delivered him to a Midgard more than a decade older, wiser, and bitterer. Having just lived through his unsuccessful attack in New York, Loki must learn to live in Midgard after the defeat of Thanos (post-Endgame). The question is, who is Loki without a quest for a throne or total domination?

Pairings: Loki x OC

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"–out came the sun and dried up all the rain and the itsy, bitsy spider went up the spout, again."

Delilah grinned from ear to ear as she spied into the classroom where the handful of four year-olds were huddled into while their parents were at work. When she was first informed that Loki had volunteered to take the afternoon shift for the pre-school kids, she had feared the worst. 

On the best of days, Loki's patience lasted about as long as it took him to drain a full cup of coffee. On others, just about as long as it took his heart to beat. When it came to the imps, as he called them, his tolerance for half-hour stories that went nowhere and non-stop renditions of nursery rhymes was utterly boundless. And so it became that every now and then, when her day was going awful and she needed a pick-me-up, Delilah peeked around the doorway to watch him interact with the kids. 

Today, he was chasing after a boy that was covered, head to toe, in finger paint while another child trailed behind singing Itsy Bitsy Spider on a loop. The Asgardian Prince snatched the boy up just before he clambered onto the pristine, white armchair in the corner, ignoring the fact that, he too, was now covered in cheap water-based paint.

With a lazy half-smile, he deposited the boy into one of the seats at the art table, where three other kids were sitting, doing their crafts before snapping his fingers and ridding them both of their colorful mess. Before retreating, he ruffled the boy's hair with a chuckle and immediately took a knee in front of the child trailing him.

"Yes, Aria. You have my undivided attention," he assured and the child repeated her song, seemingly satisfied when he smiled and applauded her at the end as she turned tail and went off to do something else. "Tidy up and go wash your hands. We're having snacks in ten." There was a chorus of acknowledgement around him that made Lilah sigh and smile delightedly at the extra beats her heart skipped. As if sensing the fondness, Loki did a double-take at the door, trying to smother a smile as he skirted towards the door with his hands clasped behind his back. "Wasn't aware I was to be under scrutiny today."

"We like to keep inspections a surprise. Make sure the rules are being followed at all times," Delilah responded with a feigned severity.

"And, is my performance satisfactory?" He leaned against the wall beside her, choosing to cross his arms over his chest, seemingly so he could watch the kids while also flirt. It was never to be said that Loki wasn't good at multitasking.

"Well, there is the small matter of how the child became utterly covered in paint, but I suppose you're passable."

The unspoken challenge drew a wolfish grin from his lips. "Will there be an opportunity for me to prove myself later? I can assure you that I can be more than passable."

"There are literal children here–"

"And I have said nothing untoward. Have I, Miss Delilah?" He pushed away from the wall with a grace that was unfair of such a tall person and turned towards Delilah to bow slightly, fist over heart. "I must feed the children before they riot. See you later?" With a dazed grin still on her face, she nodded and quietly slipped backward into the hallway to walk back to her office.

The grin, however, fell off her face when she opened her door to find Thor frowning at her desk. "I was having such a good day, too," she complained under her breath before plopping down in her chair. "I know I'll regret asking, but why are you so sulky?"

"Nothing. Just mentally preparing myself for the answer to my question: how is my brother doing?"

Delilah furrowed her brow, confused. "Loki? He's doing great. I just left his class he was giving the kids snacks."

"I just wanted to offer my services, should there be any need to–"

"I'm going to stop you right there…" Delilah leaned forward, leaning her face into her hand and sighed. "Last week he learned every child's favorite color and made them each a snowflake that never melts in that color. I think we're fine," she finished in a mock whisper. "I don't want to say this, but you look the littlest bit disappointed that your brother hasn't fucked up."

Thor sighed, shoulders slumped. "It's not that I am disappointed at his current success–"

"You're disappointed you voted to keep him imprisoned. To be fair Cap and Sam voted with you. It wasn't exactly an unpopular opinion, bud."

"But he is my brother."

"He also tried to, you know, take over the world."

"You trusted him."

Delilah gave him a tight-lipped smile. "No. I hoped I could." She chuckled, shaking her head absently. "You know, when Loki taught me how to play chess, there was one thing he said that always stuck with me. I remember him setting the board and staring at me over the pieces. The crux of the matter is this: you can learn the rules and hope that I'll respect them, you can distract me and hope I don't catch on, or you can interest me, and that, pet, is where the game really is," she finished, perfectly imitating his purposeful pronunciation.  "A whole new world with a decade full of new things to discover– who wouldn't behave for that? It was practically Loki's wet dream."

Thor made a face at the turn of phrase that did nothing to resolve his already pinched expression. "I wish I were that confident of his behavior."

"I'm not. That's the whole point. Loki will mess up–he's allowed to mess up. He works so hard when he doesn't assume you're waiting for him to fail." She chuckled. "And he's good at his job– great at setting examples. None of the kids are afraid of trying new things because they know they are entirely free to fail."

"Failure is not something to strive for."

"It's better than hiding in the back of a ship with Quill and Rocket," she snapped back and Thor showed surprise at the retort. "Don't dish it out if you can't take it."

"I am performing a duty for the Universe."

"It didn't start out that way, though, did it?" She pressed, single eyebrow raised and the god of thunder shifted uncomfortably. "Bottom line is that your brother is actually an astounding person. You should meet him sometime."

Amidst tense silence and a staring contest, the doorway was filled by the devil, himself, who looked between his brother and his lover with a small notch forming between his brows. "I can sense I am already in trouble. Consider me well and thoroughly lectured, brother dearest," he said to Thor, not bothering for a response before turning to Delilah. "It seems that Byron has thrown up his snack because he insisted on running a lap around the room right after eating. His parents are awful hypochondriacs– do I need to tell them?"

"Yes, but preface with the running and end with the fact that the rest of the kids are fine."

"Excellent. Oh, and Bruce was looking for you. He said he'd be in his lab." With a flirty wink, the clone disappeared from the doorway, leaving Thor and Delilah back in awkward silence.

Delilah smiled quietly, hands folded together upon the desk, while Thor decided if he was going to accept defeat graciously or not. "Was there anything else on your mind, Thor?" She asked when he didn't say anything.

"How… how have you done this?" He asked, heaving a great sigh. "It's like there's a different person occupying his body."

"The really sad part is that there isn't. That's just Loki, except we didn't give him a goddamn chance the first time around."

Thor frowned, looking down at his boots. "You love him."

"Of course I do. How can I not?" Lilah sniffled, scrubbing at her eyes with frustration at the tears that prickled the corners of her eyes. "He's a beautiful creature who thinks he's a monster all because Asgard failed him. They failed him, and you know it."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me. You take it up with him," she retorted, harshly. "Now, get out of my office." Thor merely nodded before vacating his seat, and disappearing out the doorway. When he was out of sight, she drew a deep breath, wiping at her eyes and anxiously ruffling her hair. "Stop hiding. I know you're there."

The illusion melted away and from thin air, Loki appeared looking surprisingly sheepish. "I thought you hadn't spotted me." Delilah gave him a look and he raised his hands defensively. "I am aware I should know better." He smiled, taking long steps to close the distance between them before bending to kiss her crown. "Stop fretting over me, darling girl."

"Someone's got to do it. It's not like you fret over yourself!"

"My love, I don't care what Thor thinks. Or the Valkyrie, or anyone in these blasted nine," he argued, carding his fingers through her short hair. "Only you. And if I please you, even if unworthy, I am happy." He kissed her forehead and sighed. "Just you… and that spoiled cat of yours."

"Lilah, do you happen to–" Thor's voice boomed as he crossed back into her office, stopping mid-step at finding Loki with an arm around her slight frame, looking content and soft. "Oh... Brother, do you have a moment…?"

Loki cut his eyes down at Delilah, who shrugged noncommital. "Certainly, Thor." Smiling warmly, he bent once more, pressing a lingering kiss on her forehead and brushing his fingers on her cheek as he straightened. "I adore you, my love," he whispered gently. "I'll find you for dinner, alright?"

Loki followed Thor quietly, hands clasped behind his back. The god of thunder looked conflicted and Loki knew better than to interrupt the man when he was on the verge of emotions stronger than silly giddiness. The hulking blonde stopped just short of the in-house bar, sucking in a deep breath before meeting his blue eyes to his green.

Thor steeled his resolve. "Loki–"

"There's no need, brother. No need to dwell on the past."

The older brother furrowed his brow. "She has done you good. I would have thought you'd relish the idea of having me grovel for forgiveness."

"I just spent eight hours dissolving quarrels because one child stared at another for too long. Being petty for the sake of it is highly overrated," he offered, leaning against the corridor wall with a leg propped up on the surface.

Thor chuckled, nodding absently. "You always did have exceptional patience."

"Yes, you've trained me well in that regard." Loki offered his brother a lopsided smirk in response. "Come. Let's have a drink. I've been on a steady diet of apple juice and mandarin oranges all week."

[legolaslovely]

Stranger

A/N: Dirty dirty dirty dirty and I’m NOT sorry. I’m so proud of that last lineeeeee. Hope y’all enjoy. ALSO the beginning ish dialogue is basically from the show, so that’s not mine so you know copyright whatever anyway the rest is mine haha. You all know I’m rewriting this show one fic at a time.

Pairing: Mitchell x Reader

Word Count: 2,191

Warnings: mention of drinking, dirty dancing, smut, bathroom blowjob, language, filth but good filth

Summary: Mitchell tries to hold back from feeding on the stranger who’s pulled him into the bathroom.

Mitchell leaned on the bar next to George with a cold beer in his hand, proud of his work. Despite the terrible eighties hits, sweat, and desperation surrounding him, he was happy to be here for Annie and introduce her to a fellow ghost. From a distance, they seemed to be getting on well and he sipped from his beer and elbowed George with a grin.

George nodded ferociously. “Oh yeah, because it was such a success the last time you encouraged us to meet someone with the same condition.”

But Mitchell’s smile didn’t dim. “George, my friend, I do believe you are being checked out.”

George followed Mitchell’s gaze to see three women bouncing to the beat and looking him up and down. Well, him or Mitchell, he couldn’t quite tell in the dark light. They grinned at him and one even waved but George whipped around to the bar, turning his back to them. “I can’t. It’s not safe.” When Mitchell scoffed behind his beer bottle, George continued. “Well, what about you then? If you sleep with someone, you’ll wind up killing them.”

Mitchell’s face fell. “I can control myself.”

“So what are you waiting for?”

Mitchell turned back to the dance floor, letting his eyes fall to the women’s tall heels. “I’m just not in the mood.” He sipped his beer and sulked, knowing George was right but also knowing it didn’t have to be said out loud. He decided he needed another beer but before he could order one, George nudged him. “What now?” he hissed. When he turned, the malice flew from his voice. “Hi,” he said to the girl in front of him.

“Hey,” she said, not completely paying attention to Mitchell. She was searching the bar, leaning over it and Mitchell couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over her bent back and tight jeans.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked.

She finally looked at him and seemed to like what she saw. She smirked. “No. But you can get me to dance.”

“Even better,” he said, putting his empty bottle on the bar and leading her to the dance floor with a hand sprawled low on her back. He turned back to George and mouthed “changed my mind” and sent him a shrug. He chuckled to himself at George’s defeated expression.

When they reached the middle of the crowded floor, she slung her arm around the back of his neck and he immediately followed suit, placing his hands over her hips. “So,” she said in his ear over the obnoxious synthesizer blasting through the speakers. “Do you actually like this music or did you get dragged out here tonight too?”

He chuckled and watched her eyes sparkle in the disco lights. He leaned down to her ear. “Definitely not a fan of the music. But I am a fan of my dance partner.” He didn’t lift his face, but kept his lips dangerously close to her shoulder that was left bare by her flowing shirt.

“Smooth,” she said, but he felt the breath of her laugh on his hair.

The song changed but their position didn’t and he decided to take a chance. He pulled her hips closer to him and adjusted his stance so his thigh pushed between hers just enough to be noticeable. Her fingers twisted in the curls on the back of his neck showing she welcomed his close touch.

Over her shoulder, he watched her hips sway and circle to the beat. When was the last time I had this view, he thought. She rolled a little extra against him and hummed when it pulled a low growl from his throat.

If you sleep with someone, you’ll wind up killing them.

George’s words shot through his mind like a bullet, leaving its damage. His grip on her tightened and his hips stuttered at the thought of hurting someone. Maybe he should stop this right now. Then her hand ran over his shoulder and down his chest and he decided against it. He’d be fine. She’d be fine. This was harmless dancing and he knew he couldn’t do anything dangerous with all these people around. After all these years he had learned some self-control.

But she tested him when she spun, resting her back (and her bottom) against his front. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, reveling in the warmth of her body against his. I need more than harmless dancing, he thought and he wondered if he could handle it if she gave it to him. Again, he tested the waters by lifting the front of her shirt just enough to slip his thumbs underneath and rub circles into her bare skin. She answered by rolling her ass over his crotch and he knew he was harder than he’d like to be right now.

He nosed as her neck and hissed when she grabbed a fistful of his curls and rolled her hips again. Doubt and anxiety mixed with the desire and desperation deep in his veins and he bucked his hips forward for some friction, cursing himself right after. No, he thought. He put some space between their bodies but she leaned her head back on his shoulder.

“You okay? You seem a bit tense.” Her voice was full of mock concern.

He growled and yanked her hips back on him. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing?”

He spun her in his arms and slammed his lips to hers, knitting them together in a hungry kiss. His tongue ripped the seam of her mouth open and ravaged the inside of her mouth but before he could finish, she was dragging him through the crowd. Without a second glance, she pulled him in the men’s bathroom, grabbed a wad of paper towels from the machine and pushed him into a stall. He was being held against the wall of the bathroom before he could fully wrap his mind around what was happening.

Her lips traveled down his neck and he groaned loudly when she bit him and soothed the burn with a scalding, sucking tongue. Distantly he wondered what she would have done if the roles were reversed and he bit her with more intent than simply leaving a hickey. Her hands rolled up his shirt and held the hem of it before his mouth. He bit it and watched her fall to her knees. A smirk shone behind the fabric when he saw she was kneeling on the paper towels.

He dropped the shirt to speak as she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. “So you won’t kneel on the bathroom floor but you’ll take a stranger’s pants off?”

She pulled his jeans down to the middle of his thighs and left his underwear just high enough to keep the tip of him pushed down. His hard shaft peeked through and she laughed. “Mitchell. I’m disappointed in you. And a little offended.”

He barely understood her words. His eyelids fluttered as her hot breath danced over his bare length. “Wha-what?”

Her tongue just grazed him. “We’re not strangers, Mitchell. I work at the hospital? I know you haven’t been looking at my face much tonight-”

“(Y/N).”

She hummed and ran a finger over his shaft, letting it spring free from his underwear.

“I’m- Christ, I’m so sorry.” He couldn’t help peering at her chest as she knelt before him. “I didn’t recognize you. You’re not-you don’t have, uh-I didn’t know you-”

“Had a body under the scrubs?” She laughed.

He slammed his head against the wall. “God, I feel like a twat.”

She stood up. “You’re very lucky I like you or I’d just leave you here like this.” She gave him one stroke and laughed when he bucked his hips into her hand.

“Gah-I’ll make it up to you. I swear.”

“Whatever you do, it better be good,” she purred.

“It will be great,” he sputtered.

She raked her nails down his chest and lifted the hem of his shirt again. “I suggest you bite down on this because I intend to make you scream and we don’t want to get caught, do we?”

He opened his mouth and she took his bottom lip in hers before letting him bite down on the bottom of his shirt. He was glad to have it out of the way as he watched her kneel before him again. Her sharp, dark eyes stared into his as her tongue reached out to circle the head of him and she smiled around him when he let out a moan that was muffled by the fabric stuffed in his mouth.

She tortured him. She tongued his slit, licked up and down his length, kissed the soft, smooth head of him and sucked on his heavy balls but never took him fully in her gorgeous mouth. He could practically see her red lips stretched around him and only wished she’d give in. She kept him rock hard for what felt like hours and he started to feel his desperation making his eyes flash black. “Please, (Y/N). Christ, please.”

She tilted her head, letting her lips brush against his shaft as she spoke. “I’m sorry, what was that? I’m having trouble hearing you.” She flicked the tip of her tongue over his slit and he grunted, yanking the shirt from his mouth.

“Please, (Y/N). Please. Christ, I’m a complete arsehole and I don’t deserve it, but please. I’ll do a-anything.”

“That’s top notch begging sweetheart, but I still don’t know what you want,” she said, making him shiver by rolling his fat head over her pouted, dripping lips.

He gathered her hair, pulling her off of him. “I need your mouth. Please, I need your pretty little mouth around me, sucking on me. Please, (Y/N).”

“Replace that shirt and I’ll see what I can do.”

He obeyed before she even finished the sentence. She took him in her mouth until she nosed his stomach and sucked him hard as she slid back up. Mitchell almost yelled at the tight friction and bent over her head, feeling the fabric around his mouth soaked with saliva. He wasn’t sure how much of this he could take. But all he was feeling was pure lust, pure desire for her, not her blood. He could only think of her tight lips and her hot, open throat, his mind didn’t have the capacity to imagine biting her or drinking from her. It wasn’t what he wanted right now. He only wanted to paint the inside of her mouth.

“I want you to make me come,” he said through gritted teeth.

She released him, letting a line of spit keep her connected to his throbbing cock. “Who says I’m gonna let you?”

He let out a laugh. “I’ll get you back for this. I fucking swear, I will make you regreh- regret this.”

“Which part?” She swiped her tongue over him and he growled her name with an intensity that made his throat ache.

She only giggled and took him in her mouth again, but this time she bobbed her head up and down and sucked hard. She kissed and sucked on his head and used her hand to jerk him off, sliding and turning it with every stroke. He held onto the stall door with a vice like grip and fought with his fluttering eyelids. He wanted to watch her swallow everything he’d shoot down her throat.

A shudder he hadn’t felt in a long time worked its way up from the base of his spine and he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself from here on out. But he had to talk the risk. “I’m- shit. (Y/N), I will fucking kill you if you stop. I’m gonna- oh, fuck.”

She was right. He did scream. She took every bit of him and cleaned every bit of dribble off his cock and balls before standing, wiping her mouth, kissing his stunned face and leaving him in the stall alone.

He raced after her, still zipping his fly when he caught her by the bar. “Wait! (Y/N). What about- what about you?”

“Next time,” she said to him before ordering a drink. “Remember my name so you can find my number in the hospital directory.”

He huffed out a laugh. She was good. As she was about to walk away, he stopped her, placing a hand on her waist. All remnants of jest were gone from his features and he looked at her with a low brow and round eyes. “(Y/N), I truly am sorry. I don’t deserve your forgiveness but really, I’m sorry.” He kissed her.

“You’re an idiot but for some reason I like you. So you’re just gonna have to find a way to make it up to me.”

“I will. And I’ll start with buying you that drink.” He plopped some cash on the bar and ran his thumb over her waist. He watched a smile creep over her lips and suddenly felt very glad he didn’t kill her tonight.

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The Beginning of Everything

Ch. 26:  The Cosmic Butterfly

// Story Masterlist // 

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: 10th Doctor x Female OC

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Chapter summary: The truth behind the Cosmic Butterfly comes to light and reveals that it's not the only creature created!

Since everyone was set to go find the Doctor, Rose thought it was high time she did the same. She closed the laptop and got up from her chair. She made a quick call to someone on her phone then turned to Donna and her family. "Right! I'm gonna find him."

"No, we're going to find them," Donna corrected her. "I'm coming with!"

"Donna…" Rose began to shake her head but Donna grabbed onto her arm.

"I'm coming with, blondie! Those are my friends out there too!"

"Donna, you can't go out there," Sylvia got up from the couch, along with Wilf.

"I have to, Mum!"

"You go, sweetheart," Wilf told Donna, just like before when she was leaving after the Sontarans. "You go and find them."

Donna smiled softly at her grandfather. She directed her eyes to Rose, leaving no room for further discussion on the matter. The two then disappeared in a flash of blue light.

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Gabby whimpered when the TARDIS finally stopped. There would definitely be bruises around her body later on, if there even would be a 'later on'. With a groan, she used her elbows to sit up. "I'm getting really tired of landing like this."

Renata was the only one who had maintained her balance because she'd been the pilot this time. She sent an apologetic look at Gabby and the Doctor. "Sorry, I-I couldn't help myself. That was...that was Davros!"

"He's supposed to be dead…" the Doctor slowly pulled himself up to his feet, still shaken from seeing Davros again.

"I can't believe you actually tried saving him back in the war!?" Renata was still incredulous about the revelation. He actually went and tried saving Davros, of all people! She was naturally furious. "He should've died instead of everyone else! You shouldn't have ever tried to save him! That's stupid, even for you!"

The Doctor kept quiet on that bit. She had every right to be angry about that part but he was well aware that even now, seeing everything that had happened, he still didn't regret it.

Renata saw that clearly. She was not surprised. It was just so him. He was always the better one between them. "We're on Earth now, so let's just save it before Davros ruins it. Gabriella?"

"I'm up! I'm up!" the girl assured. "But please, someone, learn how to drive this box a little better!"

"C'mon!" Renata made the gesture for them to follow her, but the Doctor yanked her back by the sleeve of her blouse.

"What happened to 'check the environment'?" He threw her a look. She always reminded him of that, not that he listened to it but that was beside the point. 

"Well, we're on Earth--" she pulled her arm out of his hold, "--and the Daleks have already invaded so safety is pretty much nonexistent. Now c'mon! We've got to find the others."

The trio emerged from the blue box into a solitary street. Gabby felt chills the way the street was upturned. There were cars parked haphazardly on the road, some actually overturned. Scattered rubbish filled their immediate area, but the worst part of it was the silence.

"Absolute silence," Renata whispered. She folded her arms tightly, feeling an unwavering breeze. She hated silence...it was like death.

"Sarah Jane said that they were taking the people. But what for?" The Doctor wished he could just skip the whole 'trying to figure things out' and go straight for the solution because if this is what one street looked like, he didn't want to see what the city was like right now.

"Daleks taking humans?" Renata moved around him, her hands rising as she explained what she thought was so obvious. "It's to hurt them, to kill them. Daleks don't just meddle with humans for fun. They want to kill them."

"Yes but what for?" The Doctor turned to face her. "The Daleks don't just pull planets and submerge them into darkness!"

"They're Daleks!" She exclaimed in his face. "They don't need a reason. We just need to stop them."

Neither of them noticed Gabby's terrified expression due to their thoughts. It was all so normal to them…

The Doctor could concede on Renata's point. "Well, it would be a lot easier if we had everyone with us."

Renata had lifted her shoulders to shrug when she caught something over his shoulder. She shuddered in a breath so faintly that no one caught it. "I think you've overlooked one good thing that came out of this, Doctor," her voice was unexpectedly soft that for a moment, the Doctor wondered if her health was taking a plunge again.

"Yeah, and what would that be?"

An honest, albeit small, smile came to Renata's face. "You'd get the chance to see an old friend." She raised a shaky finger to point at someone behind him.

The Doctor didn't comprehend what she meant but when he turned around to see what she was pointing at, he forgot all about it. It was Rose. Rose Tyler. She stood at the end of the street wearing the biggest smile anyone could ever have. Rose.

Donna had a good sense to move away from Rose and settle her gaze on the Time Lady pulling herself to the TARDIS instead. Donna couldn't even begin to understand how Renata must be feeling. She didn't appear mad, or even jealous, just really sad…

Rose took off, leaving a strong trail of wind behind her. Donna's hair even flipped over her shoulders! But Rose didn't care - she had the Doctor just feet away from her. The Doctor took off in the same force.

"I don't understand who's that," Gabby inched closer to Renata. She noticed the expression on Renata's face and wondered why the Time Lady was so sad.

Renata was about to shake her head and simply go back into the TARDIS, hoping that maybe being on Earth would allow them to search better, when she spotted something rolling in the street adjacent to theirs. Her blood went cold.

"Exterminate!"

"NOOO!" Renata screamed when the Dalek fired and shot the Doctor.

Rose skidded to a forced stop when the blinding blue light passed in front of her. By the time she opened her eyes, the Doctor was already on the ground. She dropped to his side and cradled his head while he convulsed in pain.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" Renata's voice, though still a scream, cracked in the end with her emotions. She ran towards the Dalek, ignoring Gabby's and Donna's collective yells for her to stop. Renata couldn't hear anything but a ringing in her ears and a rush of adrenaline under her skin.

Jack appeared only a few feet from Rose and the Doctor and, taking in the situation, he prepared to fire with his own huge gun...only to see Renata halfway there. "Renata, what are you doing!?"

"Exterminate!" went the Dalek again, shooting straight for the Time Lady.

Renata's face was ferocious and perhaps the new unlocked feeling was what brought out the energy that'd been swirling inside her, bubbling like a soup that wasn't quite ready. It exploded around into a radiating light - more powerful and blinding than the Dalek's laser - and blasted the Dalek into pieces.

"Ren!" Gabby called in terrible fear. When the golden energy died, it left Renata wobbly and in a few seconds she fell to her knees. Gabby ran for her, but Donna and Jack got to Renata first.

Renata's face was pale and her cheeks seemed a bit hollow. "I-I don't know...I don't know where that came from...I dooooon…" her words slurred together until she couldn't form a proper word anymore.

"C'mon, up you go!" Jack pulled her up to her feet but had to do most of the supporting. "Don't tell me you're going to regenerate too…"

"Regen...regenerate!" Renata sniffed in and looked both ways before finding the Doctor on the ground. "N-no! Get...get hiiii...him!" She tried pushing Jack away but her arms actually felt like noodles. She'd heard Gabby use the expression once on herself after being unable to play volleyball at a space beach they visited. Noodle arms, how Renata had laughed at that.

Now she fully understood.

"Don't die. Oh my God, please don't die," Rose was teary-eyed and didn't really know what else to do except hold the Doctor.

"We need to get him to the TARDIS!" Jack called. "Now!"

Donna knew where she could better put her efforts into. She rushed to help Rose pick the Doctor up to his feet. "C'mon, spaceman, we gotta go."

"Renée" the Doctor hadn't seen much but he knew that Renata had expelled a lot of the energy they'd been watching. It was exactly what he'd been afraid of, that one day she would do something her body wasn't ready for and would pay the price with her life.

The group got back into the TARDIS and while Gabby and Jack tried to bring Renata to the Captain's chair, Renata shook her head and clung to the console instead. Her legs were buckling though and she kept breathing in as if she was holding her breath.

"Renata, are you going to regenerate?" Jack had to be straightforwards and ask her so that she wasn't so close to the Doctor who would definitely be doing the thing.

"N-noooo…" Renata lost breath in that one word. She swallowed hard and took in another deep breath. "Jusssst….just too...lots of ener…" For now, her body was just growing tired.

"Lots of energy, got it," Jack backtracked from her cautiously, though pointed Gabby to keep an eye on her. "Doc! How we doing!?"

The Doctor's answer came in a groan. He was laying on the floor, convulsing and feeling more layers of pain. He knew what was coming, but he didn't want it. He really didn't want it.

"Got it. Rose, get back!"

Rose wouldn't budge. She shook her head - how could she leave him again?

"Rose!" Jack's voice hardened with urgency. "You know what happens next! We can't be near him! Donna?"

Donna looked between Jack and Renata, the latter already teary-eyed but stuck in her spot. She sighed and looked down at the Doctor. "You got this, spaceman. Good luck." She offered him her best, encouraging smile then scrambled up to her feet to join Renata and Gabby.

"ROSE!"

Rose sniffed and briefly glanced at the frantic Jack. "But he can't... not now, I came all this way…"

The Doctor turned halfway to the side and raised his hand. It was beginning to glow orange. "It's starting…" The orange light spread to his body in a few seconds.

"Doctor, I'm so...sor...sorry," Renata tried to get close to him by using the console as a support but nearly slipped on one occasion. Despite his pain, he still found a moment to shoot her a soft smile, as if telling her that things would be okay.

She couldn't return the favor. All she knew was that he was about to die and they had resolved nothing. And what was worst, she couldn't even be near him.

"Okay, Rose, dammit!" Jack had enough and went ahead to grab Rose himself and pry her away from the Doctor. "Here we go! Good luck, Doctor!"

"Ren, c'mon," Gabby gently pulled Renata farther from the Doctor as well. Donna came to their side and keep Renata steady.

The Doctor managed to pull himself up on his own but had to use the console as support for a moment. He wanted to say something, to look at his friends, look at…

"I'm sorry, it's too late. I'm regenerating," he felt the energy take him over, forcing his head backwards and his arms to his sides. His explosion of regeneration energy blinded the entire group.

Renata could hear the stream of energy but it all seemed to fade to be replaced by a fluttering noise, like wings. In her distraction she almost missed when the Doctor suddenly redirected his regenerative energy into the jar under the console where his severed hand was. And just like that, he stumbled out of the chaos with his same face.

"Now then…" he took in a deep breath and turned to the stunned group watching his every movement. "Where were we?" his grin wasn't enough to pull the group from their trance.

"H-how…?" Renata was the first one to speak, but in doing so she reminded the Doctor that while he had moved on she was still fighting for her life.

"Renée!" His fond nickname of hers just slipped through his lips. He rushed towards her, arms enveloping around her to keep her steady. "I told you not to use that energy!"

"How the...you jusssst….you…" Renata desperately tried to gesture the fact he'd completely cheated the regeneration system. "You break...every ruuuule known to...known to ma…"

"I get the jist, now please take a seat," the Doctor brought her to the Captain's chair and was mindful of her (still) wobbly legs.

Rose watched the gentle movements between the two and couldn't, for the life of her, figure out how this version of Renata could actually travel with the Doctor. Could she truly be that kind like Donna had promised? Well she did destroy a Dalek, the Dalek that nearly killed the Doctor. That did count for something.

"What was that energy?" Jack had to ask because it definitely had not looked like regeneration energy.

Renata blinked slowly, languidly, and turned her head at Jack. "Do you...do you hear a-a flut-fluterring? I hear fluttering…"

Gabby said nothing but her eyes had darted around the room when she thought she heard a faint snippet of that fluttering. That had to be wrong. 

"It's an illness and what Renata just did made it worse," the Doctor shook his head as he straightened up. "It's - well, I don't really know what type of energy it is but it's contaminating her the more she uses it. And she just blew the bloody top off a Dalek for my sake!"

"Yeah, but that Dalek nearly killed you," Rose said, speaking for the first time since their almost reunification outside. "Counts, doesn't it?"

He looked at her not with the same fondness from before, but a more earnest, unhesitating expression. "No."

She blinked in surprise. How could he say that? It was his life on the line!

"Renata could die because of this. I would rather die before she dies for me." His words continued to strike her with shock...and perhaps with a bit of a heartbreak. The way he said it, like he regarded Renata as someone important, maybe more important than a regular companion.

"How-how can we help her?" Jack quickly put himself upfront to do whatever was needed.

"You can start…" Renata began, trying to force herself to stand, "By acting…" her breathing was still short and heavy, "...like I'm stilllll...here. You--" she pointed a finger at the Doctor, "--just wasted...one whole regen...regeneration!"

The Doctor winced. "Yes, but...I have a good reason." Renata raised an eyebrow, asking what he could possibly think was a good enough reason to waste an entire life. "I…" he straightened his tie and grinned, "...quite like my face. Look at me, why would I to change?"

Renata's two hands shook as she rose them just a bit, her fingers curling to air-strangle him. "I...you...you wasted…" she took in another breath, "...whole life for...for…"

"It's best not to even bark up that tree, Ren," Donna couldn't help her smile of amusement. "He's too self-centered."

"Oi," the Doctor straightened himself. "Now you, Renée, sit down!"

"Your hand!" The Time Lady gestured at the severed hand now glowing and bubbling like crazy. "Whole life wasted!"

"But worth it," the Doctor continued to grin. "Lucky for me that my hand was here to send off all that excess energy to, huh?"

Renata's laugh was a small one, but she knew that there was no convincing him that he'd made a wrong choice. On some part, she was a bit jealous of him. He truly loved his life that much. He must be truly happy where he is. She couldn't remember ever living a previous life with that type of feeling.

"So...you're still you, then?" Rose's soft question turned the Doctor towards her. "You're not...you're not going to change?"

"Uh, no...hopefully not," the Doctor smiled at her. "I'm still me."

Rose's face broke into a smile. She hurried up to him for a big hug. He gladly accepted it and took just one brief moment to really process the fact she'd been able to come back.

"You can hug me if you want," Donna bobbed her head at Jack. Gabby's face was comical as she left to be by Renata instead. Jack just laughed, but Donna was in no joking mood. "No, really, you can hug me."

"Can I hug you?" Gabby asked Renata since that was the vibe of the room. Renata chuckled lightly. Gabby turned her head for a moment, eyes lingering on the severed hand. She watched it glow and bubble, the bubbles going big at one point and then so small in the next…

"Gabriella?" Renata noticed the girl had slipped off into a trance.

Gabby blinked away from the jar and seemed confused as she smiled. "Sorry...I thought I just heard…"

Renata watched the girl sort her thoughts with struggle. Rose overheard and when she pulled away from the Doctor, her concerned - yet fearful - expression was not missed by Renata.

"Never mind," Gabby smiled it away, waving her hands that it wasn't important.

Still, Rose didn't look so happy. Renata made her way to the blonde human, more steady now but still having to use the console for support. She ignored the Doctor's plead to get back in her seat.

"Is there...something you knoow...about this?" She asked Rose.

Rose flipped her head in Renata's direction, giving her a quick scan before shaking her head. "No."

Renata raised an eyebrow. "I know we...haven't met...but I'm not an idiot. What do you know?"

Rose kept her mouth shut but she now had the Doctor giving her more or less the same look as Renata. "I don't...why are you looking at me like that?" She frowned at him. All of sudden he was following the Time Lady?

"Because if you know something about Gabby, I'd really appreciate if you told us. I don't feel like losing anyone else."

"I don't know," huffed Rose. "I just met versions of her that...that don't end so nicely, okay? And it starts with fluttering noises." She laid eyes on Renata, almost accusing the woman of something terrible she was yet to do.

Renata knew when she was being accused - previous lifetime gifts - and sighed. "So maybe I'm going to die. That's what the Ood said."

"No, absolutely not!" The Doctor snapped. He wasn't going to let that happen no matter what creature predicted it.

Renata closed her eyes for a brief moment before sighing again. Truthfully, she was too tired right now to argue about it so she just kept going. "He also mentioned something about butterflies, apart from the contamination."

"The Cosmic Butterfly?" Rose asked in a whisper, eyes already glinting with fear.

Renata recognized the look all too well. "You knew about this?"

Rose didn't like much the tone the Doctor was using on her, as if she was at fault for whatever was happening to Renata. "In another world that I crossed! It's those cosmic butterflies!" She turned to the Doctor, almost as if Renata had ceased to exist in that moment. "If she's been contaminated then there's nothing to do. She'll become dangerous, Doctor. She could hurt you!" 

"Already done that without wings, I'm afraid," Renata whispered and turned away.

"No, Renée…" the Doctor tried going after her, an action that left Rose a bit shaken, when the TARDIS' power went were left in darkness.

"What's happened?" Gabby fearfully looked around the place.

"Ah, they've got us!" the Doctor turned to the console but saw little to do when everything was out. "Power's gone... some kind of chronon loop!"

The TARDIS gave another jolt, this time pushing everyone to one side.

"Where are they taking us!?" Donna shrieked after yet another tumultuous shake.

"There's a massive Dalek ship at the center of the planets. They're calling it the Crucible. Guess that's our destination," Jack explained. He shot Renata a concerned glance. The Crucible was not the place that would help her health at the moment.

"So these Daleks are at the center of the planets?" Gabby asked slowly to make sure she understood so far. She was choosing to ignore the constant stare from Rose who couldn't look more afraid of her too. It reminded her of the way River Song would look at her in the Library. What could she possibly do to either women - who both seemed more than capable of taking care of themselves - that could earn their fear? "And you said that these planets were like an engine," she turned to the Doctor. "But what for?"

The Doctor wished he had the answer but since Rose was now there, maybe she had it. "Rose! You've been in a parallel world, that world's running ahead of this universe - you've seen the future, what was it?"

Rose went grim. "It's the darkness."

"The stars were going out," Donna added and, realizing that none of them knew about her whole parallel world trip with Rose, she explained better. "I got a parallel universe created around me by some alien fortune teller at UNIT. Remember when you left me?" The Doctor winced at her sharpness and even more so at her glare. "Rose went to that world. It was terrible. You were dead and that caused this whole reaction chain. But I remember the stars were going out."

"One by one. We looked up at the sky and they were just dying," Rose said distantly. It was such a scary thing to watch in person, feeling that with each star that disappeared they were all one star closer to death. But then she gazed at the Doctor and the feeling went away, because she was there with him and he always knew how to save things. "So basically, we've been building this um... this travel machine, this... uh... Dimension Cannon, so I could... well, so I could…so I could come back! Anyway, suddenly, it started to work. And the dimensions started to collapse."

"And did you ever think that maybe it was the that device you built?" Renata didn't mean for her question to be an accusation. She thought it was a fairly logical thought if that was the real story.

Rose felt the accusation, though, and got defensive. "I didn't mean for that to happen!"

"Of course not," Renata's honest agreement made Rose pause for a moment. She studied the Time Lady for any clue of what game she was playing. "No human could know that. Parallel worlds are supposed to be sealed because of...well, what happened to our world, but you didn't know that. But let's think about it that way and see if we can build a solution from that, shall we?"

Rose's suspicion didn't fade completely, but she would go along if it meant putting a stop to the Daleks. "Right. Well, it wasn't just in our world - not just in yours either - but the whole of reality, even the Void was dead. Something is... destroying everything."

"In that parallel world...you said something about me," Donna said as the parts of that trip came back to her for a minute.

Rose nodded. "The Dimension Cannon could measure timelines, and it's... it's weird, Donna, but they all seem to converge on you."

Donna didn't know to laugh at that due to the situation. "But why me? I mean... what have I ever done? I'm a temp from Chiswick!"

The monitor came back to life with the location of where they were arriving at. The Doctor hurried over to see it first. "The Dalek Crucible. All aboard…"

Of course, they landed with a crash.

"Doctor! You will step forth or die!" they began to hear the Daleks on the other side.

The Doctor turned to face the doors, taking a few steps towards it. "We'll... we'll have to go out," he realized. "If we don't, they'll get in."

"You told me nothing could get through those doors!" Rose accused.

"He lies," Renata said just as Gabby was about to say the same as Rose. And like Rose, Gabby seemed like she was betrayed. "Sorry ladies... that's...how he operates when he wants to keep you safe and happy." As if agreeing with her, the Doctor looked over his shoulder at her with a smirk. She did know him very well and that was something neither of them could deny.

"You've got extrapolator shielding," Jack thought a second later.

The Doctor turned around completely to give them the news of how it was, even if it was pretty grim. "Last time we fought the Daleks, they were scavengers and hybrids and mad. But this is a fully fledged Dalek Empire... at the height of its power. Experts at fighting TARDISes, they can do anything." That was enough to solidify their situation. "Right now, that wooden door...is just wood."

Donna had listened to the first part but as the Doctor had gone off, a different noise started taking over her attention. It wasn't like a flutter, no matter what Gabby and Renata said, but more like a heartbeat. She just couldn't figure out where it was coming from.

"Okay, what about your Dimension Jump?" Jack asked Rose, not quite ready to give up completely.

"It needs another twenty minutes, and anyway, I'm not leaving."

The Doctor, following Jack's footsteps in believing in one last shot, asked the immortal man, "What about your teleport?"

"Went down with the power-loss."

"Okay," Renata rubbed circles against her temples. "So we don't have much of an option then. There's no way out so we might as well go out there and see what they want, right?"

"Right," the Doctor gave a firm nod of his head, though he might have been just as scared as anyone else right now. He'd never been this outmatched and the fact he had too many people be cared about with him made it all the more worse. Dying on his own was okay but dying with his friends - their much shorter lifespans - was not what he wanted to see. "All of us together... yeah."

"What are they going to do to us?" Gabby's question was a faint whisper. Renata saw the terrified girl and moved on over to give her a side hug. Her feet seemed to have reclaimed their balance and her cheeks were halfway to looking normal again. But once Gabby felt Renata's touch, she once again knew that the warmth was back and stronger than ever.

"Donna?" the Doctor called once he noticed the ginger had been staring into space. He presumed it was the crippling fear. Like Renata had done with Gabby, the Doctor went for Donna. Soon as he touched her, she snapped out of her trance. "I'm sorry, there's nothing else we can do."

"No, I know," she gave a quick nod.

"Ren, you're really warm again," Gabby said quietly but the others still overheard.

Renata tried playing it off with a small laugh. "I just expelled unknown, possibly toxic, energy. Minor side effect but I'm fine."

The Doctor watched her carefully, knowing she was lying. She did it so easily, so casually, that he wondered when was the last time she didn't have to hide something about herself? When was the last time she had the luxury to be who she was, to always say how she felt? He never thought about that. So far he'd been very focused on his anger for what she didn't tell him. He never stopped to think about the reasons she was accustomed to being so reclusive. The Assessor blackmailing her, threatening her, to choose their family. Her own family planting values that contradicted her hearts. She grew up that way. She never had a choice.

"I'm fine, Doctor, really," Renata presumed his long, silent stare was just concern.

"There's a fluttering noise…" Gabby trailed off beside her, eyes keen on finding out where the fluttering was coming from.

"Surrender, Doctor, and face your Dalek masters!" the Daleks commanded from the other side.

"Daleks," Rose had no idea how to feel about that so she just laughed nervously. "Ha!"

Jack sucked in a breath, mentally preparing himself for whatever was coming next. "Oh, God!" The one thing they could both agree on, however, was that somehow the Doctor would pull it off. He could save them and everyone.

Their unwavered confidence in the Doctor pulled a tiny smile from him. He gazed at everyone in the room. "It's been good, though, hasn't it? All of us... all of it... everything we did…" he specifically looked at Renata for the last part. It was surprising, considering their pending fallout, but he needed her to know that no matter what he never regretted meeting her again.

"It has," she agreed after a long minute of silence. Her only regret was her past choices, but never meeting him at all. "I'm just sorry that I wasn't the best I could be."

Rose's eyes flickered between the pair with a questionable look. There was a twist in her stomach, warning her that she was missing out on something big.

The Doctor took the lead towards the door, albeit a bit slower than usual. He carefully opened the door and slid out.

"Daleks reign supreme! All hail the Daleks!" the Supreme Dalek began the chant as soon as they spotted the Doctor.

Most of the group was out to see themselves at the center of an entire Dalek emporium, all of them collectively chanting their favorite phrase. "Daleks reign supreme! All hail the Daleks! Daleks reign supreme! All hail the Daleks!"

Renata felt like the air in her lungs had vanished. The last time she'd been surrounded by these many Daleks was the Time War, and that was too painful - too traumatizing - to bring back at a time like this. Her legs buckled again, making her bump into Jack's back. "S-sorry," she quickly said.

"What is going on with you, Ren? Apart from the obvious," Jack came to her aid and put one arm around her shoulders to help her walk. She was hot, literally. Her skin might as well be boiling.

The Doctor happened to look back and saw Renata struggling again. Plus, neither Gabby nor Donna had come out of the TARDIS yet. "Gabby? Donna?" he called to them. "It's no safer in there…"

Gabby was on her way out but she noticed Donna was staring at something, perhaps something no one else saw. "Donna? C'mon," she gently called to the woman.

Donna seemed to blink out of another trance. Like the fluttering, the heartbeats wouldn't stop. "Right…"

Gabby nodded and turned to leave, when the doors literally shut in her face. It actually hurt her nose a bit. Her brow furrowed in confusion and, frankly, a bit of anger. "HEY!" Donna rushed over to her side to bang on the door as well. They were not going to stay inside. If they were going to die then they wanted to do it with their friends.

"Doctor!" Donna roared with each bang she hit the door with.

The Doctor had already ran to the TARDIS to pry the doors open. Renata attempted to do the same but nearly fell from weakness if Jack hadn't tightened his hold around her.

"What's happened!?" Renata cried as she watched the Doctor pull the doors in vain. Gabby and Donna were collectively shouting to be freed, even accusing the Doctor of locking them away, but of course he hadn't done it.

"What did you do!?" the Doctor furiously turned to the Supreme Dalek.

"This is not of Dalek origin."

"Of course it's you!" Renata exclaimed. "Now open the doors!"

The Doctor didn't believe a word either. "Stop it! They're my friends. Now, open the door and let them out!"

"This is Time Lord treachery!" the Supreme declared, bringing the Doctor to a momentary pause.

"Me!?" he repeated, frankly incredulous. They didn't have an actual body but they had a stupid eye stalk to see. "The door just closed on its own!"

"Nevertheless: the TARDIS is a weapon and it will be destroyed." As soon as the Supreme Dalek declared it, a trapdoor opened up underneath the TARDIS and swallowed it whole.

Gabby and Donna both fell backwards on the floor with the harsh drop.

"NOOO!" Renata screamed just like before when the Doctor had been struck by a Dalek. She frantically pushed Jack away and tried running, only to fall with her wobbly legs. Golden energy sprang from her body, though, and hit the spot where the TARDIS had just been.

"Detain the Time Lady," the Supreme Dalek ordered.

"Stay back tin-boys," Jack aimed his gun at them. It might not do much but he wasn't going to let more people get taken.

"Now stop it!" the Doctor was enraged as he turned towards the nearing Daleks. He ran to Renata to help her stand but hissed when his hands touched her body. "You stay the hell away from her! And bring my friends back! Where are you taking them!?"

"The Crucible has a heart of Z-Neutrino Energy. The TARDIS will be deposited into the core."

Renata was lucid enough to understand the implication. She used the Doctor as a pillar to stand again and glared at the Supreme Dalek. "You've taken...the defeeeence...down!" She breathed hard but it would not stop her from attacking if she needed to. "You'll killll...them!"

~ 0 ~

Inside the TARDIS, Gabby and Donna cried for dear life. The fall - wherever they were heading - was picking up speed the longer they took. They each held to a rail and watched as the console lights spark and shoot fires as if they were cooking.

And maybe they were…

Gabby gripped her railing as hard as she could, bringing a white shade to her skin in the process, but if she was paying attention to her fingers she would see a light lavender glow. But she was too scared to do anything but scream and cry, and think about the fact she was going to die.

"The jar!" Donna was the first to see the jar with the Doctor's severed hand glowing like mad. It almost looked like it would finally tip over from all the shakes.

"Donna, don't!" Gabby reached for the ginger when she attempted to get to the console.

Donna had heard the heartbeat again and this time she was sure that it was coming from the console. She needed to know what it was. So, however way she could, she wobbled towards the console.

"Donna!" Gabby shrieked when one particular spark billowed a gray smoke over them. She let go of the rail and nearly fell over the other one. Her best bet was following Donna and be near the Captain's chair.

The two made it just before the TARDIS threw them flat on their stomachs.

Donna shook her head then raised it. Her eyes locked on the jar with a new sense of determination. It was calling to her, in heartbeats. She felt like she couldn't turn away anymore. It needed her.

"Am I crazy…" Gabby was squinting from the smoke, "...or do I hear fluttering -- Donna!" She'd caught Donna's arm just as the ginger had reached for the jar. As soon as Donna touched it, the regeneration energy in the jar wrapped around them until the entire jar shattered. 

~ 0 ~

The TARDIS appeared on a screen for the group to see. It was being submerged into an oozy energy.

"The females and the TARDIS will perish together! Observe," the Supreme Dalek said. "The last children of Gallifrey is powerless."

Renata was destroyed - more than that but she wouldn't be able to describe it if anyone asked her - when she saw the screen. It was too much like watching her family burn all over again. She gripped the Doctor's arm around her, perhaps squeezing it too tight but he didn't notice. He couldn't feel.

He felt utterly powerless as he watched his friends practically burn to death. "Please. I'm begging you, I'll do anything! Put me in their place! You can do anything to me, I don't care, just get them out of there!"

But the Daleks said nothing.

Renata frantically looked between the screen and the empty spot behind them. That was Gabriella - Gabby - dying in there, the girl who'd been so curious about the world that she took the greatest risk of her life by coming into the TARDIS. It was Gabby, the first girl - the first human - to ever make Renata feel fondness towards them. Martha had done wonders but even after her, Renata was always weary of humans...even poor Donna got a taste of it before meeting Gabby.

Gabby had helped change Renata so much and the Time Lady had only realized it up until now. The intoxicated energy inside her was a result of her trying to keep Gabby safe. Never in her life did Renata ever dream of putting herself in danger for a human. Each person she'd met so far had slowly changed her - no one more than the Doctor - but Gabby was a really close second.

And now she was gone. Dead.

"You are connected to the TARDIS. Now, feel it die," the Supreme Dalek said to the Doctor.

~ 0 ~

The regeneration energy exploded and managed to throw Gabby across the room, her back hitting the rails. The golden energy around her had faded as a strong purple glow took over instead. Donna, however, seemed more immune to the regeneration energy. It merely left her to spread to the severed hand now twitching...spreading more...and more...until it formed the shape of a man.

And then suddenly the Doctor sprang up from the floor.

Donna gawked with a mouth fully open. "It's you!"

"Oh yes!"

Her eyes happened to lower and made her realize he wasn't wearing any clothes. "And you're naked!"

It didn't faze him whatsoever. "Oh yes!"

~ 0 ~

"Total TARDIS destruction in ten rels!" one of the Daleks announced. "Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five!"

~ 0 ~

Gabby slowly blinked awake from her spot and saw the new Doctor trying to reach for something on the console. She ignored the question of how it was possible, but she knew it wasn't the Doctor they knew. "Hey - you get away from there!" She lurched towards him, with a hand forwards and accidentally fired a jet of purple butterflies.

It didn't reach the Doctor in time, for he had pressed a specific button on the console, but it did go over Donna who shrieked in horror and tried swatting them away. Gabby brought her hands to her chest, eyes widened and flickering from side to side.

Had she just done that?

~ 0 ~

"Four! Three! Two! One!" the Dalek said just as the TARDIS faded from the energy.

It struck the Doctor more than he would've thought. He felt empty and yet there was an overwhelming fury that began to spread through him.

"The TARDIS has been destroyed. Now, tell me, Doctor... what do you feel?" the Supreme Dalek asked him. "Anger? Sorrow? Despair?"

"Yeah," the Doctor answered through gritted teeth.

Renata sniffed as it truly dawned on her that Gabby and Donna were gone. She started to scream with the same fury the Doctor was keeping inside, only her fury seemed to bring something else outside. Once again, the golden energy burst from her to strike whatever was in front of her. Jack and Rose had to dive in opposite directions and the Doctor had to let go of her before he was burned. Renata's sobs were painful enough to hear, but it seemed like each time she expelled energy it physically pained her. The only difference now was that there were a few (half) formed golden butterflies in the midst of the energy blasts.

"The cosmic butterfly," Rose whispered in true horror. It was Renata. "She's here."

Jack had no idea what Rose meant but he did see more Daleks coming for them - for Renata - and decided to act. He grabbed his gun on the side and fired. "Get away!"

"Exterminate!" the Supreme Dalek directly shot Jack.

"No!" Rose watched Jack fall to the ground. She was yet to learn about his new immortal abilities - the ones she herself granted him. She rushed over to his side, hoping that they'd gotten just a bit lucky and that he would still be alive. "Jack! Oh, my God. Oh, no…"

The Doctor didn't know whether to go to Rose and keep her away from the leering Daleks or Renata who was still crying and bursting with energy. The Time Lady helplessly cried but the Doctor no longer knew if her tears were for Gabby and Donna or for herself being in physical pain.

"Detain the Time Lady in the Vault, along with the Doctor and their companion," the Supreme Dalek commanded.

Renata could see her surroundings from the corners of her eyes and it looked a lot like Daleks. She groaned and put her best effort to standing up without hurting the Doctor and Rose.

"You need to stop," the Doctor hurried to catch her before she fell forwards.

"I-I can't," she swallowed hard, clearly in pain. "It's-it's just coming ou…" Her body lurched forwards again, onto him in the process. He understood she couldn't control it and it scared him that this was her end as well. If the toxins were in too deep then regeneration wouldn't be possible.

He didn't want to lose her twice.

~ 0 ~

The new Doctor had found himself a blue suit to wear and was making mends to the TARDIS to the best of his ability under the circumstances. "All repaired! Lovely. Shh! No-one knows we're here! Gotta keep quiet. Silent running, like on submarines when they can't even drop a spanner. Don't drop a spanner. I like blue, what do you think?"

Donna was completely awed by the fact there was a literal copy of the Doctor in front of them, but Gabby was a bit more angry.

"You tell me how the hell I conjured butterflies!" She pointed at him as if he was the reason for her new ability, and in pointing at him...she released more purple butterflies that he had to swat away from his face.

"Watch where you point that thing!" he said with a scrunched face.

"How is this possible!?" Gabby stomped her foot. "How are you possible!?"

"Maybe it's what Time Lords do," Donna said after some careful thinking. "Like they lop a bit off and grow another one? You're like worms!"

"No, no, no, no, no, I'm unique!" the Doctor said, sounding incredibly offended. "Never been another like me! Because all that regeneration energy went into the hand - look at my hand, I love that hand…" he wiggled his fingers but that didn't bring any amusement from either woman. "But then you touched it -- WHAM!" he screamed so loud that both women jumped.

"Stop that!" Gabby exclaimed.

"It was an instantaneous biological metacrisis. I grew... out of you," he said to Donna, not appearing to like the reality of things. "Still, could be worse."

Gabby exchanged a look with Donna and without having to tell her to do it, Gabby raised her finger and pointed it at the Doctor. A series of purple butterflies slapped his face.

"Stop that!" He cried.

"Then watch it, spaceman!" Donna snapped. She wasn't going to let some carbon copy tell her off.

"Oi! Watch it, Earth-girl!" the Doctor ended up using the same tone, surprising himself and the others in the process. "Oh!" he was even doing the same gaping mouth expression as Donna. "I sound like you! I sound all... all sort of, rough!"

"Oi!" Donna said, not sure if that was an insult or just something Doctor-y.

"Oi!" went the Doctor in the same exact tone.

"Oi!"

"Oi!"

"Would you stop it!?" Gabby shouted at them both. "We need to get back to the Crucible and save the others!"

But as Gabby reminded them of the pending trouble, the Doctor had come to another realization. His hand was over his chest and there was a completely terrified expression on his face. "You are kidding me, no way. One heart...I've got one heart! This body... has got only one heart!"

That definitely got both Gabby and Donna to freeze. "What?" They even said together.

Donna wanted to verify for herself so she put her hand over his chest and felt the one heartbeat underneath. "You're human!"

"Oh, that's disgusting!" cried the man.

"Would you stop that!?" Gabby once more shouted at him. She was finding it hard to believe that this was truly another Doctor when he was being so incredibly rude towards their kind.

"I'm... part Time Lord, part human…" the Doctor scowled and looked at Donna. "Well, isn't that wizard?"

"I kept hearing that noise... that heartbeat," Donna said, beginning to feel like it was all his fault.

"Oh, that was me. My single heart," he said dismissively as he went back to the console. "'Cos I'm a- complicated event in time and space, must've rippled back. Converging on you."

"But why me?"

"Because you're special."

Donna got exasperated with the stupid answer. "Oh, I keep telling you: I'm not."

"Of course you are, Donna." Even Gabby was agreeing with him which just further irritated her.

"Oh…" the Doctor realized something after really studying Donna's shifting response, "You really don't believe that, do you? I can see, Donna... what you're thinking. All that attitude, all that lip, 'cos all this time... you think you're not worth it."

"Stop it," Donna spat and turned her head away from him and Gabby.

"Shouting at the world 'cos no-one's listening. Well... why should they?"

"Do you really think that about yourself, Donna?" Gabby softly asked. Donna wouldn't look at her but she didn't shake her head to deny it either. "Why? I think you're amazing."

"Oh," Donna scoffed. "Please. You're an artist -- you've got your whole life ahead of you and what have I done with mine? Waste it."

"You haven't wasted your life, Donna. It's been a bumpy ride but there's so much you can do."

"We were always heading for this," the Doctor mumbled in thought, getting both women to gaze at him. "You came to the TARDIS on your wedding day--"

"--I was kidnapped!" Donna said, for a moment sounding like Renata that she smiled for just one second.

"And you found me again," the Doctor went on, referring to the Adipose Industries event. "Even your grandad...and your car!" he was suddenly so excited. "Donna, your car! You parked your car right where the TARDIS was gonna land, that's not a coincidence at all! We've been blind! Something's been drawing us together for such a long time!"

"Stop spinning your crazy man," Gabby physically went ahead and stopped him from endlessly turning in his spot. "And explain yourself."

"You're talking like... destiny," Donna released a breath. "But there's no such thing... is there?"

"The Cosmic Butterfly is a well known destiny," the Doctor said and looked to Gabby who just blinked response.

"Come again?"

"Well it's what I know, what I heard," he said. "Cos see, the parallel worlds' walls have been crumbling for some time and a lot of these things echo into our world, bleed through it. And since I was a complicated event in the time lines, I heard things. You, Gabby, are the Cosmic Butterfly. You are another fixed point in time. You are…" he seemed to run out of breath just thinking about whatever the Cosmic Butterfly truly was, "You are something that...requires a lot of caution."

"Doctor, you're scaring me," Gabby took a few steps back and swallowed hard. "Rose said the same thing about a butterfly…but she thought it was Renata."

"No, it's you. You're the Cosmic Butterfly. Your finger!" He reached for her hand despite having to fight with her to take it. "Your hands! You're already beginning to express those powers! My regeneration energy kickstarted them! They've been dormant up until now. Sorry about that."

Gabby's head was spinning with thousands of questions but the main thing she wanted to know concerned Renata. For whatever that was happening to herself right now, she didn't feel weak like Renata was. The energy was just coming out of her like nothing. Clearly, it wasn't the same for Renata. "What about Ren? She's worse off than me."

"Because she's not like you," the Doctor said, visibly swallowing hard. Fear had etched across his face, his eyes widening slowly. "Word will travel about her. They have in other worlds. She's...something else, something more chaotic..."

"What do you mean?" Gabby felt her chest constrict. The prediction of death, that's all that came to mind.

"They called her...the Vortex Butterfly in the other worlds."

~ 0 ~

Down in the vault there were few noises, and the few were overpowered by the constant groans and cries of Renata. The Daleks had placed her, the Doctor and Rose in three separate 'prisons' in the Vault room - a spacious room - that looked more like spotlights. The Doctor was in-between Renata and Rose, but despite where they were and what was probably coming next, most of the Doctor's attention - if not all - was on his right.

Renata was sitting over her legs, her body leaning forwards as if she were throwing up, and couldn't stop groaning. Every part of her body ached. Because every few minutes her body would expel more golden energy that inflamed her entire prison - blinding anyone around her - and would then leave her in a more weakened state. And when she wasn't groaning, she cried, because of the pain...and because her friends were dead.

"Interesting child of Time," Davros' raspy voice honestly gave Rose the shivers. Perhaps it wasn't all that bad being trapped inside the prison if it meant keeping Davros from touching her. However, he seemed more focused on the Time Lady on their far right. "I assume this is the Cosmic Butterfly Dalek Caan mentioned."

The Doctor gritted his teeth so hard he actually felt the sting of pain through his jaw. "You leave her alone," he darkly warned.

"It is time we talked, Doctor, after so very long--"

"No, no, no, no, no. We're not doing the nostalgia tour. I want to know what's happening right here, right now, 'cos the Supreme Dalek said 'vault', yeah? As in, dungeon. Cellar. Prison. You're not in charge of the Daleks, are you? They've got you locked away down here in the basement, like, what, a servant? Slave? Court jester?"

"We have... an arrangement," Davros barely finished when Renata's loud, raspy laugh cut through the conversation.

She raised her head a bit, revealing her pale cheeks. "Forrrrgive mee…" she drew in a breath, "...for laughing….ha!" She groaned and clutched her stomach.

"You're the Dalek's pet!" the Doctor spat.

Davros turned his chair towards Rose, and in doing the blonde leaned back as if he would cross the prison. "So very full of fire, is he not? And to think, you crossed entire universes, striding parallel to parallel to find him again."

"Admirable," Renata once again cut in, surprising Rose (and perhaps the Doctor for a moment). Renata wished she could stand but she honestly couldn't even feel her legs anymore. "She's...been brave enough...to do what...some of us couldn't. He had toooo leave her...but sheee...she fought to come baaack…" She tried turning her head in Rose's direction in a way that would cause her the least throbbing. "Admirable. Brave."

For a moment, Rose's face softened at the woman. "I've met a lot of versions of you...but you're the only who's ever complimented me."

Renata smiled weakly. "Yeah, well...I'm not a nice person," she sniffed. "In fact...I'm a liar."

"Enough!" Davros snapped but Renata screamed and let the energy flame from her body.

"If I'm dying then I'm gonna say what I want!"

"Renata, save your energy," the Doctor turned to her desperately. "Please, no more talking, no more moving…"

"Ah, forget it Doctor," Renata swallowed hard and turned her body to face him and Rose instead of Davros. "For once...I want to be honest. And if this is really it...I want people to know that I-I did get better. I tried to."

"Don't-don't talk," the Doctor continued to plead but she had made her choice.

"Rose, you have to understand…" Renata shuddered a breath and placed a palm against the invisible barrier. She was going to try to stand. "I-I'm not, I've never been a good person but he--" she made a small nod towards the Doctor, "--he found something good in me. He tried helping me and I repaid him by breaking his hearts."

Rose didn't know why but she was clinging to Renata's every word. She could feel the woman's pain and regret, making her appear more human than any other version she'd met before.

"I-I made...all the wrong choices," Renata scrunched her face as she struggled to stand up.

"Renée, please," the Doctor whispered for her to stop but she just wouldn't.

"And when I-I realized that I...that I made the wrong choice, I didn't do anything about it. I let time pass me by, centuries, until I felt like I was just...floating through. But you, Rose, you were the opposite. Things pulled you apart...but you wouldn't take it - you did something about it. And now here you are. That...that is admirable. I respect you. I didn't before but...well, that's another thing the Doctor and everyone else on this planet has taught me."

Rose actually felt tears in her eyes. She didn't even know Renata enough to cry over something she said about her, but Rose couldn't help it. It was as if she could feel every last bit that Renata was harboring inside her hearts. "There were rumors about the Cosmic Butterfly that didn't make sense to me," Rose almost smiled at the irony. Some would say that the Cosmic Butterfly was a dangerous creature and yet others said it was known to be emphatic and even made it a two way street. Perhaps this is what Renata was doing unknowingly.

Renata was none the wiser. She had started something and she wanted to finish it before her body prevented her from. "You know what? Right now, I'm 756 years old and I realize that I don't think I've ever truly loved my lives. I've lived, almost had a child, but I was never really happy." She paused for a moment, head hanging low before concluding what she wanted to do. She'd managed to stand up but was leaning entirely against the prison's wall. She met the Doctor's gaze with a sad smile. "I confess that I, Renata, Reneé, might just want to die."

Now it was the Doctor's turn to get ready eyed. With their proper tools Renata couldn't follow the true customs of what a Time Lord did before dying. Her confession dial was non-existent and so she would do it verbally. She would confess the last of her secrets to him, to anyone who would listen.

"Please don't do it," his beg was frail but Renata just sniffed and smiled at him, assuring him things would be okay even when she had no idea if that was true.

"I confess that I made the wrong choice centuries ago because I was scared, because I was a coward. I confess that I never truly moved on. And I confess that meeting you again scared me to the bone because I was afraid of falling again. I was afraid of hurting you again. And I did it. And I am so sorry. I confess that I do love you, that I have never stopped, and that is not a regret."

The Doctor wished he could get to her in that moment and hold her. He didn't even think about their argument, much less his anger. She truly felt like she was dying and what was worse is that she wanted to die. She didn't want to live anymore. Her life was so unbearable that she would rather it end. He pounded a fist against the wall keeping him away from her, frustrated that he couldn't do any of the things he wanted.

Renata turned her head at Davros who'd been nothing but silent for the past minutes. Her expression had gone dark, a new emotion she had yet to display. "And I confess that if I'm truly dying, I am going to take down every last Dalek on this ship. You wanted a child of Time? You got the worst one." The flames of energy danced over her body until, once again, it was released and covered her prison from top to bottom.

"Interesting energy," Davros had to confess himself. "The same energy that Dalek Caan spoke of." He pressed a button on the control panel of his chair and revealed Dalek Caan himself planted on a platform in the room.

"She is the Vortex Butterfly," Dalek Caan said in a sing-song manner. Confusion spread across the Doctor's face but a more fearsome feeling took over Rose. She spared Renata a brief glance with widened eyes.

"That's not - that's…" the Doctor did the same and stared down at Renata. She'd crumpled to the floor again, groaning as new flames of energy prepared to burst. "That's the...vortex!" the Doctor almost smacked himself for being so blind. "Of course!"

"What is he talking about?" Rose asked him, eyes flickering from Renata to Dalek Caan.

"The golden energy is the Time Vortex but I couldn't know that because the toxins have mutated it with the Osiran energy. I completely forgot that the Osiran energy's main function is to heal and that's a huge contradiction to the levels of the Vortex inside Renata, not to mention the Block Transfer energy from Zhe's gallery. It's growing volatile the more it combines." 

Rose hated to admit that in times like these, she still could find a moment to appreciate his rambling of light speed.

Renata began to cry again but the burst of energy overshadowed her voice. The Doctor turned to the woman, trying to keep his eyes on her despite the blinding light from her energy. "The Time Vortex, the Block Transfer energy, the Osiran energy...they've created something new. The Vortex Butterfly. The butterflies, Renée."

"The butterflies of death," Dalek Caan giggled, causing a deepened scowl to mark the Doctor's face.

"Shut up!" He snapped.

When the cortex energy dissipated once more, Renata slightly turned her head at him. Her eyes were red and teary from fatigue. She noticed the way Rose was now staring at her. "You-you about this, don't you?"

Seeing who she was talking to, the Doctor quickly turned to Rose, desperate for any information that could help Renata. "Rose? Please?"

Rose didn't want to say anything particularly bad considering Renata had just poured her hearts and feelings out to her just minutes before. It would be wrong but... keeping quiet would also be wrong. "I thought you were the Cosmic Butterfly. The Vortex Butterfly is a far more dangerous creature when it wants to be. I've met many versions of you and...and some of them were like Gabby. These big butterfly creatures...like hybrids."

For a minute, Renata panicked at the idea that perhaps death wasn't coming for her. A space mutation was creeping over instead. "So...so what's going to happen to me?"

"So cold and dark. Fire is coming... the endless flames…" Dalek Caan answered and this time it was Rose who shot it a glare.

"Shut up! I don't understand how you know all that, but--"

"Dalek Caan flew into the Time War, unprotected," Davros explained to her. "He saw Time. Its infinite complexity and majesty raging through his mind."

"And I saw everything," Dalek Caan agreed from the platform. "The Vortex Butterfly draws from the Time Vortex itself and can kill anything in its path. The Cosmic Butterfly can follow in the same path. I saw them and I saw all three of you here, and I know that the Doctor will be here, as witness, at the end of everything. The Doctor and his precious Children of Time! And one of them will die...!"

The Doctor could barely contain his rage, but in the end what was the point of containing it? "Was it you!? kill Donna and Gabby? Why did the TARDIS door close? Tell me!"

Davros was delighted by the sight. "Oh that's it! The end, the fire, the rage of a Time Lord who butchered millions. There he is. Why so shy? Show your companions... show them your true self." The Doctor did not look anywhere but the floor, uneasy. "Dalek Caan has promised me that, too.

"I have seen it. At the time of ending, the Doctor's soul will be revealed," Dalek Caan confirmed, but the Doctor wasn't having it from a ridiculous Dalek that couldn't even move anymore.

"What does that mean?"

"We will discover it together... our final journey," Davros promised. "Because the ending approaches. The testing begins."

"Testing of what?" the Doctor called when Davros turned away from them.

"The Reality Bomb." He brought up a screen for them to see exactly what he was talking about. "Behold... the apotheosis of my genius."

Down in a chamber were dozens of humans crowded into one spot like a herd. The Doctor dreaded what they were planning on doing with the innocent humans, but all he could do was watch.

~0~

"Now you tell me what this whole butterfly thing is all about!" Gabby was rounding on the new Doctor while he madly went around the console, trying to figure out what the Daleks were up to. "Or so help me-" but before she could finish her threat, the TARDIS shuddered and rocked the trio inside.

"It's the planets. The twenty-seven planets!" the Doctor realized once he caught sight of the monitor.

~0~

Renata had raised her head the necessary amount to see what was on the screen. Each stolen planet were bathed in a white glow.

"But that's Z-Neutrino Energy," the Doctor realized first. "Flattened by the alignment of the planets into a single stream - no!" he shouted once he figured out the plan. There were too many lives at stake and they had no care about it. "Davros. Davros, you can't! You can't! NO!"

The planets glowed stronger but inside the chamber the humans were beginning to dissolve into atoms. And just like that, the glows around the planet disappeared, but so had the humans entirely.

~0~

"What...what just happened?" Rose swallowed hard. She could see the Doctor's blind panic - almost feel it herself - and the satisfaction on Davros crusty face meant true horror.

"Electrical energy, Miss Tyler," Davros answered. "Every atom in existence is bound by an electrical field. The Reality Bomb cancels it out - structure falls apart. That test was focused on the prisoners alone. Full transmission will dissolve every form of matter."

"The stars are going out…" Rose quietly realized. It was what was killing the stars, but how could they do it in every world? She turned her head in Renata's direction, tears coming to her eyes. "It was me. You-you were right." Renata met the girl's gaze and, despite bearing no accusation, she confirmed it with silence. Rose felt like her lungs had run out of air once the load truly fell on her. She hadn't created any Reality Bomb, bit her traveling through parallel worlds had cracked the already weakened walls of the world's from the Battle of Canary Wharf. Each time she crossed to a different world, she gave the Daleks access to a new world of experiments. It was HER her fault.

"You couldn't have known," Renata exhaled as if she'd been holding her breath that whole time. "And besides, THEY they-" she narrowed her eyes at Davros, "-are the ones who created this. They stole 27 planets, turning them into one vast transmitter. And they blasted that wavelength…"

"Across the entire universe," Davros finished for her, eager to actually, as if he wanted everyone to know their amazing project. "Never stopping. Never faltering. Never fading. People and planets and stars will become dust. And the dust will become atoms and the atoms will become... nothing. And the wavelength will continue, breaking through the Rift at the heart of the Medusa Cascade into every dimension, every parallel, every single corner of creation. This is my ultimate victory, Doctor! The destruction of reality itself!"

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Kai tugged at the bowtie around his neck. It had been a long evening. Hours of speeches, food, music, and dancing. He had played his guitar for his now-favourite couple and pulled his girl out to the dance floor. He had met a hundred new faces tonight at this anniversary party, and though it was nice to see kind faces, Kai was ready to head home.

“Ready to go?”

Relief washed over him as Joori appeared out of nowhere with a small glass of water. She always seemed to know what he was thinking at exactly the right time. He downed the water and pulled her along.

She ducked her head into car that waited outside and gathered her puffy blue skirt in after her. It was a dress that belonged to Jongin’s wife but Joori made it her own by adding twinkling lights along the hem. To Kai, she looked like a little fairy.

Climbing into the back seat after her, Kai finally took off the bowtie that had been suffocating him all night. Joori took it from him as he put on his seat belt. “This looked really good on you.”

He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “And this looks stunning on you,” he said, running a finger through the light fabric of her dress.

Joori giggled and tapped his hand. “I’m trying to give you a compliment here. You did really well tonight and I don’t think you give yourself enough credit.”

Kai scratched his neck as he tried to process her words. It was strange to accept words of affirmation for things that weren’t his brute strength. It was all he had been known for on the farm and in the labs. Now he was playing music and dressing up? It was a big change.

“You don’t have to play your guitar in public if you don’t want to, Kai,” Joori said softly, placing a gentle hand on his that was still absently toying with her skirt. “Thank you for doing it tonight.”

He turned his hand over and wrapped her small fingers in his. “No need to thank me. It was fun, and I think Jongin and his wife had a good time.”

Joori leaned on his shoulder. “Yeah,” she said wistfully. “Now they’ll be going on their trip and we’ll be all alone.”

Kai let his cheek rest on Joori’s head as he watched the roads go by. “It’s going to be fun. We can blast music as loud as we want.”

“Mhmm.” Joori was drawing little circles on his arm and the action made him sleepy. “You looked really good tonight, Kai.”

He let out a breathy little laugh as he muttered a thank you. It was still difficult to take compliments but he had to practice. Joori was dishing them out tonight so he had better learn quickly.

-

Joori sat on the edge of her sofa bed and scrunched the chiffon of her blue dress in her hands. She couldn’t understand it.

Why didn’t Kai want to have sex with her?

Not that she had explicitly proposed the idea to him, but she had been throwing out hints for the past week. She even said the l-word to him and he still didn’t do anything more than just a few kisses.

Meanwhile, here she was, imagining him kidnapping her to his jail cell of a room back at the laboratory and taking her from behind while she was still cuffed. Each time she moved, the spikes would dig into her more so she had to stay still and let him take her.

“Good girl,” imaginary Kai would say.

She groaned.She was the dictionary definition of Sexually Frustrated.

And tonight? When he wore that suit with that bowtie? Playing that guitar so softly with his thick fingers? Her legs almost gave out at the thought that he could use those fingers on her.

But he wouldn’t!

She had one last trick up her sleeve tonight. If it didn’t work, she would rest and play the rest of the week by ear. After all, Jongin and his wife were going to be gone for a week. The house was going to be No Man’s Land.

Right on time, Kai came down to her basement lab and Joori didn’t waste any time at all.

“Will you help me get out of my dress?”

Kai skidded to a stop, literally. His socks slid on the floor as he stared at her as if she had asked the wrong person.

Joori bit her lip. “These lights were a last minute addition and I’m not certain that they won’t short circuit on me.”

He cleared his throat and nodded, coming over to her side but not making any eye contact.

Joori felt the frustration bubble up again. She’d never been touched by a man before but she’d seen it in movies. The man never looked uncomfortable by a woman’s advances unless he didn’t find her attractive.

Was she unattractive in Kai’s eyes now that he had met all these women who worked in espionage?

Hurt lanced through her and she stepped out of Kai’s reach right as he reached for her zipper. He met her with a confused look on his face.

“Kai, do you want to have sex with me?”

He paused and his jaw fell open. Then he snapped it shut and then opened it again. “I...”

Joori gulped as her eyes began to sting. “Please answer me truthfully. If I asked you to have sex with me, would you do it?”

Kai ran a hand through his hair, messing it up to make him look even hotter. How was that possible? “Why are you asking me this, Joori?”

Her shoulders slumped. That wasn’t the answer she was looking for. She had wished for a whirlwind romance, and she had gotten that. But she didn’t realize until now that she wished for the physical aspect of it too.

“Come here,” Kai muttered and pulled her to his chest. “Is that why you’ve been complimenting me all night? Because you wanted to get into my pants?”

Joori pressed her forehead to his white button-up. “Maybe,” she said, dejected. “But also because you deserve them.”

“And would you like to be rewarded for them?”

Joori pulled back and looked up. She saw the heat in his eyes but she shook her head, pressing the little creases on his shirt. “I don’t want to be rewarded for them. I just want...you. And I want you to want me.”

Instead of tamping down the heat in his gaze, her words seemed to increase it tenfold. “You think I don’t want you?”

“Well, I know you do, logically.” After all, they had been spending every minute of everyday together. Training together, eating together, sleeping together. “But physically...”

He pulled her closer and pressed a hand to her butt. “You think I didn’t want you all day as I saw you in your fairy princess gown dancing away at the party? You thought I didn’t want to flip your twinkling skirt up and put my face between your thighs?”

“Kai...” She sucked in a breath. “You’re just saying stuff now.”

“Then how should I show you?” He began gathering the fabric of her dress in his hands, lifting it higher and higher. He reached underneath and kneaded her stockinged thigh. “I’ve been stopping myself for weeks because I don’t want to push you. I am much bigger than you. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Joori’s eyes widened. Hurt her? “You’d never hurt me.”

Kai grabbed her thigh and hooked it over his hip, pressing her close enough to feel his length bulging through his pants.

Oh. “You are...big.” Is that what he meant by hurting her?

He barked out a laugh. “This is what you do to me, and I’m only half hard.” He ground against her and she had to clutch onto his shoulder before her leg turned to mush. “Every night you always love to grind your butt against me, nearly making me come. Do you understand how torturous that is?”

She licked her legs as the throbbing increased between her legs. “I watch you practice your guitar everyday and that’s torture for me.”

He stopped and pulled back, cradling her neck as he fixed her with a confused look. “How?”

Joori bit her lip and rolled her hips along his length. “Because I want those fingers to play with me...down there.”

Suddenly, Joori was spun around and bent over the arm rest of the sofa. Her flouncy skirt was flipped over her head and her feet were dangling off the floor.

“Is it true the lights in your dress can short circuit?” Kai asked as he rubbed her hip, his thumb pressing into her ass.

“No,” she confessed.

He rewarded her confession with a light tap on her flesh that made her gasp. Did he almost spank her just now? “I knew my girl wouldn’t allow something like that to happen. You’re too smart for that.”

She squirmed because she loved it when he called her his girl. In the beginning, he would let it slip and often correct himself. But now he was owning it.

And owning her.

“Is this what you think about when you see me playing guitar?” He slid a rough finger down her slit. That alone made her whole body shudder. “My god, you’re wet.”

She felt her underwear being pulled to the side and braced her arms on the sofa. She couldn’t see anything so she held her breath, waiting for the penetration.

But then he softly traced a circle around her clit and the air was squeezed from her lungs in a small whimper.

“Relax,” he told her. “We have all week.”

She moaned and suddenly wished she could see him right now. See his expressions, what he was going to do next. But the skirt was in the way.

“Good, keep making those noises. I didn’t know my quiet tech girl was so vocal.” He continued the soft little circles and gently massaged up her slit too.

Joori panted loudly, knowing full well she was dripping down her thigh already. “Please keep talking. Anything,” she begged. She wanted to know that he was enjoying it too.

“Like what?” he teased as his thumb pressed inside, stretching her for him. “Like how badly I want to stuff you with my cock? Or how I wonder what it would be like if we were back in my cell, with you cuffed up?”

She gasped and could feel her walls tightening around his thumb down there. No way was he having the same fantasies as her. She was going to come any second at the thought of him tossing and turning in bed because he wanted to fuck her while she was cuffed to his little cot.

“Ah, that excites you, doesn’t it?” His fingers kept at a firm rhythm on her clit, but he began a steady in and out of her core. She could hear the lewd sounds echo off the machinery in the room. “Does it excite you to know that I want to put cuffs on your ankles too? I want to force your thighs open and watch you try to stay still as I fuck you.”

It was so depraved but it was exactly what she needed to hear. Her cries were muffled by the dress but she squirmed relentlessly as heat coursed through her body.

“Should I take those cuffs off so you can come? I don’t want you to get hurt by those spikes if you won’t stay very still.”

She shook her head, arching her back so he had a better vantage point. “No, you won’t hurt me. I’ll stay still. Please, just fuck me. I need you.”

In a blur, Joori was flipped on her back, her ankles held in the air and a panting Kai whose hot gaze was fixated on her.

Joori watched, breathless as Kai ran his cock along her swollen core. “I want to watch you, Joori.”

He let her ankles fall, opening her thighs wide, but she still reached down with her hands, spreading her lips for him. If he wanted to watch, she could give him something to watch.

He groaned. “Wait.” He made another pass through her heat, flicking her clit with his tip, and she was so sensitive that she jolted from the sofa. “I bought some condoms. They’re upstairs. Let me just...”

He slid against her pussy again, wetting his length with her juices. He couldn’t seem to stop watching.

“It’s okay,” she said, gently running her fingers along the veins of his cock. “I made a patch that prevents pregnancy.”

Kai groaned again and she saw precum gathering on the very tip of him. “I don’t think you realize how hot you sound whenever you tell me about another one of your inventions.”

“Do I? I didn’t know—” Her words were cut off by a soft whimper as Kai entered her.

Her body didn’t seem to know what to do. She was halfway frozen between an orgasm and an out of body experience. He was filling her, bit by bit, and her blood pulsed through her veins, making her ultra-sensitive.

“Joori, breathe,” Kai bit out. “I’m barely in.”

She sucked in a breath of air and her whole body shook. She gasped for more air as she realized she was definitely having an orgasm.

“Oh shit, Joori.” Kai pulled away and scooped her up, climbing into the sofa bed with her. “Are you okay?”

She giggled as she caught her breath. “I think I just came.”

Kai tugged down her skirt and pulled the blanket up. “I think we should stop here for today.”

“Why?” Joori asked even as her eyelids began to get heavy. Orgasms always did that to her. “I can still go for more.”

“No rush. We have all week,” he said, smoothing a hand down her back and sending little shivers down her spine. “We have to practice getting used to each others’ size.”

She snuggled close and sighed. “Maybe I should make a replica of you,” she said, reaching down and sliding her hand to stroke him. “That way I can practice on my own time too.”

Kai pressed his lips to her neck as he pumped into her hand. His palm grabbed her leg, hiking it over his hip so he could pump against her too. “As long as you let me use that replica on you too, I’m down for it.”

She gasped as she guided his thick girth to her entrance, allowing it to penetrate her again. “How about both at the same time?” She was having a hard time keeping up with the fantasy as he thrust his hips forward, stretching her and hitting the good spot.

More like the good spots. Could it be that she had more than one? Because every stroke seemed to trigger a different pleasure point and yet he wasn’t even all the way in. The thought that there was so much left to explore made her arch her back.

“With the cuffs?” he asked, wrapping his strong fingers around her wrist in a tight vice.

Joori cried as a second orgasm peaked over her and she clung to him, the image was too much. Her, shackled to a bed and at Kai’s will with his amazingly monstrous cock and a replica of it to use at his own discretion?

Kai made a final thrust in her hand, pushing just past the entrance of her throbbing, swollen pussy and shooting his seed all over her.

Eyes barely open, Joori swung her arms around Kai’s neck. “If I had to invent the perfect boyfriend, he’d be you.”

“One more compliment and I’m not going to let you rest tonight.” He chuckled and rearranged the blankets around her shoulders. “Sleep, my naughty girl.”

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OK that is the end :3 This couple was really fun to write and I hope they were as fun to read! I almost didn’t write a smutty chapter for them because this couple was just super wholesome, but I had to do it! I had to!!!! ^^ Thank you all for joining me on this little story since September. I wrote most of this in one sitting (a manic period, indeed) so I don’t remember much of it at this point but all your comments and messages are really uplifting to read <3

Please look forward to other things coming up! (Though with my schedule, who knows when that might be n___________n;; hehe) Have a great weekend everyone and I hope y’all are enjoying the weather wherever you are because I am stuck in a snow storm (ahem, Search Through the Universe 2.0)

[tonystarkissist]

IronDad Bingo Fic #3

Trope: Protective Tony

Tony sighed dramatically and pressed the palm of his hand to his face in exasperation. This kid was going to drive him insane. “I can't believe I actually have to tell you this… No, you cannot test your new ‘venomous’ webs on yourself.”

Peter rolled his eyes and Tony had the sudden urge to give him a light smack upside the head for being ridiculous and teenager-y, but he couldn't do that… because Peter wasn't there in the lab with him. The kid was face-calling him from school for some God-knows reason, claiming to be bored in study hall with no homework to do to pass the time.

“Whatever. Are you picking me up today?” Peter questioned, fiddling with the earbuds in his ear, then dropping his gaze to pick at some tape stuck to his desk with his fingernails, looking bored and tired as he propped his elbow on the desk and rested his cheek in his hand.

“I thought you were spider-manning today,” Tony hummed, looking down at his own desk, examining the guts of his most recent project sprawled across the surface. 

“Well, yeah, but um…” Peter paused, looking up at the phone with a sheepish laugh, and Tony should know, because Peter was sheepish a lot.

His eyes narrowed when he picked up on the nervous tone lined with faux amusement in an attempt to lighten the mood. He lifted his head to look at Peter and glared, because what could he have possibly done this time?

“What did you do?” He questioned calmly, narrowing his eyes, leaving no room for debate because the obnoxious child would most certainly try to veer around it if given the opportunity. 

“I didn't die…” Is what the kid decided to start with.

No wonder he, the child's mentor, had so many grey hairs.

“And?” Tony prodded, becoming increasingly more desperate for answers the more Peter screwed his face up into pure humiliation and resentment. 

“And I didn't get hurt… bad.”

“Oh God, kid. What. Did. You. Do??”

He saw Peter's gaze flicker around his classroom silently, as if looking for eavesdroppers before bowing his head and dropping his voice to a soft whisper.

“I might have tore up my suit on the last night’s patrol.” 

“The multimillion dollar one?”

Tony tried not to sound panicked, because the kid was fine. He was sitting right there, painless, and joyful. There was nothing wrong. But goodness, that stirring in his gut started again, and the taste in his mouth went really, really sour. Why did he have to choose the reckless, teenage vigilante to mentor? He could have gone for one of the older, more mellow ones. One of the ones that weren’t reckless and stupid, and all around crazy. The ones that wouldn't give him so much stress and panic at all hours of the day. 

“Peter,” he grit out slowly, “What. Did. You. Do?” 

He tried repeating the question again. Maybe Peter would get the hint and answer it right that time. 

“There was a dude, and he had a lot of knives. And I mean a lot-”

Tony didn't like where it was headed, but then there was another voice speaking, and it took precedence over current revelation he was slowly squeezing out of his spiderkid. It was an obnoxiously loud, teasing tone growing louder with each syllable while it drew closer to Peter. Tony didn't like the voice, or the words used in the least. He most definitely didn’t like the notification he received on his watch when Peter’s heart rate spiked a substantial amount. 

“Who you talking to Penis?” The boy taunted. 

Tony's back stiffened and his gaze hardened as he turned to look at the screen intently, searching for the source of the voice. He couldn't find it, because Peter had already laid his phone flat on the desk to hide both parties from the other, giving Tony a perfect view of a completely black screen with his frowning face reflecting back at him in the top corner.

“Peter.” He pressed sternly, “Peter, who is that?”

Peter didn't answer him, instead he answered the boy who taunted him, and being the smart spider he was, he didn't use a name to address him. Sometimes Tony hated how smart his kid was.

“Nobody of concern to you,” he stammered out. “Just leave me alone.”

“What, you embarrassed or something?” The boy taunted even more, his voice dropping between the lines of smug and demeaning. 

Tony was seething, and his grip on the screwdriver tightened. 

“Peter! So help me, you better tell me who this kid is. What's he doing? Is this the kid that hit you last week? He better not lay a hand on you-”

Peter still didn't answer.

“Is it your boyfriend or something, Penis? I saw you grinning and whispering like a little girl. Who is it??” The kid prodded, his voice growing clearer to Tony as his face apparently drew closer and closer to the microphone on Peter's headphones.

“No-no, it's not my-my boyfriend!” Peter insisted, sounding small and wrecked as he tried to get rid of his tormentor. “Just-just leave me alone.”

“What're you gonna do?” The boy continued to taunt, “you gonna stick your ol’ pal Tony Stark on me for bullying his little boy-toy of an intern?”

“THAT’S IT!!” Tony shouted, throwing down his screwdriver angrily onto the table, resulting in a loud clang and series of crashes and shatters as it tumbled across the parts on his desk. “PETER! I swear you better tell me who this little prick is before I blast over there and take care of this myself.”

He swore he heard Peter swallow nervously. He wasn’t sure if it was because of him, or the bully patronizing him, but he didn’t care. Nobody messed with his kid like that.

“Oh, I can hear him getting all angry,” the kid mused, laughter in his voice. “What’s he saying? Is your boyfriend upset that I’m messing with his favorite little-”

“Flash,” Peter’s voice wavered dangerously, “I really, really think you might want to stop talking now.”

Tony felt mildly triumphant at the name given to him. It obviously wasn’t his ‘legal’ name, and if it was then goodness that kid’s parents must have been on drugs, but it still gave him something to work with.

Peter felt a smidgen of relief when his mentor stopped badgering him in his ear and he released a breath as he turned to look at Flash with a serious, calm expression. He lowered his voice to a whisper, in hopes that Tony would miss his next words over the loud, determined clickety-clack of his keyboard.

“Flash,” he whispered softly, garnering the confused and slightly wary boy’s expression, “you really, really should have stopped talking.”

“Wha-what?” Flash scoffed indignantly. “Was that supposed to be a threat, Penis?”

“No!” He replied immediately, shaking his head emphatically. “I just meant…” 

He chewed on his lip worriedly, hoping for some excuse to come to him. Any excuse would work. Anything that would make Flash go away and prevent Tony from flying all the way from the Tower to beat the crap out of him, because if Flash opened his mouth again, Tony might just do it. Then, an idea hit him. One that would make Flash sit down and shut up and one that would appease the angry Tony on the other end of the line and potentially even distract him enough to blow if all off as fun-looking teasing.

“My-my Dad’s the one on the phone,” he screwed his mouth into an apologetic grimace at the way Flash’s face paled. The bully tried to make it seem like it didn’t faze him, but it was obvious that the admission didn’t settle well in his stomach.

He could also hear the keyboard clicking stop, and he knew Tony was listening.

“Kid, what?”

But Peter ignored it, swallowed down the minute embarrassment at Tony hearing him refer to him as ‘my Dad’, and went along.

“He’s um, now he’s kinda pissed. And-yeah. You really should have stopped talking.”

“Wha?” Flash spluttered, reeling back at the insinuation Peter was making. Then, after a moment of reflection, the boy’s face contorted into an angry scowl and an accusing finger was jabbed into his chest. 

It took Peter by surprise, because he wasn't expecting for Flash to attack him when he knew his ‘dad' was on the phone, listening.

“What are you even talking about you little liar? Your parents are dead. You’ve been a sad little orphan for years. Stop lying about everything. You don’t know Spider-man, you don't know Tony Stark, and you don’t have parents who love you. None of that is true no matter how much you want it to be.”

Well, that plan sure did burn and fail. And Tony was back at it, spiraling through another one of his little conniption fits. Peter couldn’t help but wince at the high-pitched screech of the genius launching into a long string of various, foul curses, some Peter had never even heard of before.

“I’m going to kill him. I’m coming over there right now,” the man seethed after finishing with his little tantrum. Then, Peter heard the distinct sound of repulsors and the call immediately cut off.

He panicked, full on panicked. Because oh god, Tony Stark was coming to his school to tell of his bully. Oh god. It was actually happening. 

“Oh, no. No-no-no-no,” He grabbed his phone frantically and stared dubiously at the lingering icon of him and Tony smiling in a picture. “Oh god.” He finally relented, dropping the device back onto the desk and cradling his face in his hands, wishing desperately it weren’t true.

Flash obviously wasn’t very sure how to digest the look on Peter’s face. He just sorta stared at him with a confused, yet irritated, lilt to his brow; not quite sure how to proceed.

“Flash, oh god, you gotta get out of here.” Peter pressed, standing from his seat, and trying to usher the bully away. The teacher certainly didn’t care, because she left the room long ago. The bully wouldn't be missed. He just had to GO, now.

“What the heck, Penis? What do you think you’re doing? Get your hands off of me!” Flash slapped his hands away and gave him a good shove backwards, but Peter didn’t let it faze him. He couldn’t let Tony kill one of his classmates, because that’s exactly what was going to happen if Flash were still here when Tony came barging in, blasters ready.

“You don’t understand,” Peter backpedaled, pleading for the bully to listen to him. “He’s coming. He’s coming to the school, and he’s going to kill you! He's going to legit kill you!”

By then, they’ve garnered the attention of the rest of their classmates, and they looked up at the pair in confusion.

Flash seemed worried, but quickly built up the facade of unperturbed as he laughed in Peter’s face.

“Who? Your imaginary dad? That’s a bit pathetic. Even for you Parker.”

“No, it’s worse,” Peter squeaked helplessly.

That admittance just got another laugh out of Flash, and a few of the other students joined in.

“It’s Tony Stark,” Peter whispered frantically, desperate for Flash to understand the deep, dark hold he had just dug himself into. “I was on the phone with Tony Stark.”

For a second it looked like Flash actually believed him, but he brushed it off with a roll of his eyes and another accusatory finger jabbed into Peter’s chest.

“You’re just a dirty, fat, little liar looking for attention. That’s all you are you dork. Stop lying, stop making up these ridiculous stories, because nobody believes you.”

When Flash said that, Peter frowned and took a moment to reflect, asking himself why exactly he was trying to protect his bully. In fact, he should be happy that his mentor was coming down to set things straight, and it'd definitely shut everyone up about the internship. Why should he be so upset?

So, Peter rolled with it, sighing, and dropping his head, wearing a smug little grin. If Flash was too dense to listen to him… it wouldn’t be his fault, because he tried. He tried warning him, but he didn’t listen. Not his fault. He was done putting up with the jerk. It’d be nice to see a bit of fear in his eyes; give him a bit of humility… Goodness, that sounded terribly cruel of him…

“Whatever Flash,” he relented, narrowing his eyes challengingly, “just remember that I warned you.” He was the one to jab his finger in Flash’s chest that time. 

“I’ll give you one last warning to make it a little clearer. Tony Stark is coming here, to kill you, because you messed with me. Well, not literally kill... more like, mentally and emotionally scar for life...” He smirked triumphantly and crossed his arms over his chest at Flash’s terrified, befuddled expression that quickly spread across his face when he came to the heart-stopping realization that Parker was not, in fact, lying. “So… if I were you… I’d start running.”

For a second, Flash looked as if he might have done just that, but it was too late.

The door swung wide open, and in strut a seething, red faced Tony Stark with his suit disengaged, waiting idle a few feet beyond the doorway.

“Where’s this little prick?”

Flash paled at the sight of him, and Peter was happy to point him out.

What was the use in having an overprotective Dad if you didn't take advantage of it from time to time, right?

This one was kinda fun to write :) Thx, @scaredhuman88 and @annofarkansas for requesting it, and thank you @irondadbingo again for setting this whole thing up. It’s crazy fun :D

Um, yeah, besides that, I’m sorry if Peter seems a bit OOC when it comes to confronting Flash, I just love the idea of Peter putting him in his place because the little prick really deserves it.

Thx for reading :)

[justreadingfics]

Looking For a Heartbeat (7/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left. It’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

Chapter Summary:  The day after  the  rooftop.

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings for this chapter: angst, cursing, canon physical violence, actions that could be interpreted as suicidal thoughts.

 A/N: Thanks @nedthegay for helping me with this chapter! Please, let me know what you all think. Links are ruining posts, so you can find the the masterlist link on my description. 

  Steve has his full Captain mode on, pointing and explaining the strategies for next mission.  The details of the it mimicked in the 3D holograms hovering over the round table. Something about alien guns and dealers based on an abandoned construction site. Bucky couldn’t tell exactly. Always the same old shit. Whatever Steve’s says falls on deaf ears. His thoughts are somewhere else. Or better, someone else...

His attention is fastened on the vacant seat between Nat and Tony. As far as he remembers, you were never one to be late for briefings, especially the ones right before missions. The team should be those Natasha and Tony, alongside Steve, himself and you, but it’s been at least 20 minutes and you haven’t shown up yet.

Drifting off to the last night events he can’t believe he let that happen. When you got to the roof he thought that maybe that would be the opportunity to finally talk to you, come clean to whatever there might still lingering between you two. But like the damn coward he is, he chickened out, only for two seconds later, to fuck your brains out against the wall.

Jesus… he swears he can still taste you in his tongue, feel your velvet touch around him, the softness of your lips against his… He has no idea what came to his mind. He wasn’t really thinking. All he felt was the desperate need for you, like an addict who finally gets a taste of their drug of choice after a long time of abstinence.

Now, after the relapse, he has to deal with the hangover.

He had had no self-restraint. He was so fucking harsh on you…and you let him. He had you bare and vulnerable under his demanding touch and you let him do whatever he pleased, giving yourself fully to him, driving him fucking crazy.     

You don't deserve this… the way he's been treating you ever since you came back. No matter what happened two years ago, you're not to blame for his own insecurities. You’re not to blame for how unstable he becomes when it comes to you. It's all on him.

Regret weighs on him over the way he left you there, wrecked and alone. But why the hell did you have to go and tell him you loved him? The moment he heard you saying that, holding him between your arms, sounding so fucking sincere… his heart thundered and swelled inside his chest, begging his dazed mind to believe you, to give himself to you the same way you had just done. But in his head, the reality of what you were saying mingled with flashes of the complete abandon he felt when he realized you were gone, and then him begging you to hear those same three words years ago that day in London. If that's the truth, if you truly love him, why did you run from him the way you did?

The sound of opening doors in front of him takes him out of his own thoughts.

“Hey, hey. Look who finally decided to grace us with her Director of SHIELD’s ass,” Tony exclaims, giving you a teasing smile.

As you walk to Tony with a tired smile and bend down to put your arms around him, Bucky can’t avert his stare from the dark circles around your eyes, which you clearly have tried to conceal with makeup. His stomach flips with shame, replaying in his head the way he left you the night before.

“How the hell did you manage to keep Pepper in a thousand years long honeymoon, old man?” You pat Tony’s shoulder wearing a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes by a long shot.  

“Oh honey, I could tell you how, but Cap here would choke on his own guts, and you don’t want me to break America’s favorite toy soldier, do you?”

Nat and you chuckle and, as Steve rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to respond, Tony adds, “By the way, I heard last night was girls night, huh? A wild one, sugar?” He winks after giving you a once over.

As Bucky’s eyes widen, your hand flies to cover your neck in a clearly unconscious act and embarrassment etches in your face, which you quickly try to hide with tight lips.

“Ok, ok. Enough with the chit chat. Sit down, Y/N, I don’t have all day for this shit.”

Bucky thank the Gods for Natasha Alianovna Romanoff. Always saying the right thing at the right time.

Answering Tony’s grimace at her with a similar one, Nat pulls the chair beside her and in front of Bucky for you to sit, which you promptly do, delicately running your hand over your neck and not even once glancing at Bucky, switching your attention to Steve, instead, who pick up from where he’s left off.

His fists clench under the table, gripping the jeans over his thighs. The embarrassment you’ve shown at Tony’s comment feels like a punch in his guts.  He’s disgusted at himself. He’s been that rough, if not rougher, with you during sex before, but this is completely different. Before, there was solely lust, desire and love behind his possessive, demanding actions. Last night there was desperation and even a twisted wish to somehow provoke harm, like some sort of retaliation… He feels like shit, like he’s taken advantage of you, like he’s truly hurt you. And hasn’t he done exactly that?    

He’s a goddamn moron, that’s what he is. Fucking you like he did, instead of acting like a grown ass man and talking to you like Anna had told him to…

Anna...

Is what you said the truth? Is Anna really in love with him? Is he really so blind?

“Are you listening, Bucky?” Steve’s voice is stern.

Bucky blinks and look around, all eyes on him.

Except yours.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” He lies and nods at Steve, before his eyes seek yours again, only to see your distant gaze fixed on your hands over the table, as your fingers swiftly tug at one another.  

“Let’s go, then.” Steve commands, switching off the holograms and leading the way to the jets after everyone promptly got up to follow him.

~~~

Everything happens so fast. The place where you busted the dealers is a construction site, huge and open. The team needed to disperse in order to deal with the unexpectedly large number of hostiles, who were heavily armed with all kinds of alien weaponry and tech.

You face each one of them who dare to cross your path with all you got. You are reckless,  and don’t listen to Cap’s orders or anyone else’s words of warning through the coms.  If they said there was too many hostiles at a certain spot, there would be; you don’t wait when they tell you to, don’t listen when someone told you need help and can’t do what you’re doing alone. All you see is red. From the enemy’s blood or yours, you can’t tell. This is what you do best, this is you. And right no all you can be is you. And all you can do is fight without anything else in your head and your heart.  

You only stop when you finally hear his voice calling your name. He is shouting, calling for you, desperately, pleadingly, angrily. You turn around just in time to witness what happens next.

One of your opponents were right behind him as Bucky runs to you. You’re quick to take the man down with a single perfect shot from your gun, but not quick enough to stop him before he used a blaster to tear a thick piece of concrete from the construction. Your blood freeze as you see it crashing down towards Bucky’s direction. You sprint to him, screaming and calling his name, taking down whatever blurry figures that come between you and him.

You finally remember to breathe again when you finally get to him and see he has somehow managed to block the concrete, but his metal arm is stuck under the heavy block.

“We gotta get you outta here,” you pant, kneeling in front of him and pointlessly trying to move the block.

“It’s worthless, even I can’t move it.” He’s trapped with his side to the floor, holding his machine gun securely against him with his flesh hand, “There’s more coming, you gotta go,”

“Tony, Steve, where are you?  Bucky’s stuck, we need you here,” You ignore him, shouting through the comms.

“I’m a little stuck myself, darling, gimme a minute.” The answer comes from Tony.

“I spotted you two, I’m coming over,” Steve replies.

And that’s when a buzzing sound catches both you and Bucky’s attention. You spot the shooter up in the building roof before the small red device attaches to the top of the block trapping his arm. Through the small screen, the countdown started: 15, 14…

“Get the fuck outta here,” Bucky screams and pushes you making you fall backwards.

You ignore the desperation etched on his face and in his voice to favor your own, as you get back up and bolts to the device, trying to pull it out of the rock, to no avail. Some damn alien shit...

10, 9…

“Steve, Tony…”

“Almost there,” Steve shouts back.

“It’s gonna fucking explode. I might be able to take it, you certainly can’t! Get the fuck out of here.”  He gestures with his arm for you to go.

“I won’t leave you,” You cry out, still trying to unattach the small explosive.

7, 6…

“You’re gonna die, Y/N.” He desperately begs.

“And do you think I fucking care?” You snap, locking your gaze with his. Silencing him completely.

5, 4…

The ticking of the countdown in the background is all you can hear as you keep  staring at each other.

His blue eyes are terrified and his parted lips are speechless.

3, 2…

“Back off.”

Tony’s voice makes you step back as he jumps to the device, easily hooking it off with a blast and tossing it to the sky just before the loud thunder of the explosion booms.

“Do you have a fucking death wish, Y/N? You were gonna blow the fuck up,” Tony yells at you at the same time he pulls the block off of Bucky’s arm.

You don’t answer. Steve, who has just arrived, gives you a concern expression, offering his arm to lift Bucky up who remains astonished and wordless, staring at you.

Terror still haunting his eyes.

~~~

The rides back home from missions are never cheerful. Even in victory, there’s always the regret, the feeling that more could’ve been done, the heavy weight of the casualties, the collateral damage, and the darkness that inevitably came with a fight.

However, you can’t remember ever feeling the way you feel now. The whole team is quiet; each one busy with their own demons, but also trying to digest what had almost just happened to you.

He’s sitting right across from you. You can feel the fire in his eyes burning into you.  But you don’t dare to look at him.

The jet lands and you’re the first one to rush out, only nodding when Steve says he wants to see you in his office the next day.

You run to your room, leaving the door unlocked behind you. Breathing heavily, you sit on your bed and stare at the door. He will come, you know this.  To scream and yell at you. Call you crazy and reckless. You know what you said and how it sounded. You’re not sure what it really meant for you, though.

But you know he won’t let this one go.

You wait for him.

~~~

It’s hard to contain the tremble on his hands as he rushes past the elevator and hurries over to the stairs, hoping the physical exertion would at least ease down a bit the hurricane inside him.

You were going to die. Right there in front of him. And it seemed like that was all you wanted at that moment. His throat is tight and he feels sick. So utterly sick at the thought. The way you came back, last night, the mission… This is not ok. You’re both a couple of fuck ups and it needs to end.

Right now.  

His heart hammers with every step as he climbs up to her floor. He needs to see her, talk to her, listen to her voice.

He needs to calm the fuck down.

Bucky’s rushed pace halts completely when he meets the door in front of him. He takes in a deep breath and runs his hand over his damp locks before bumping his fists to the wood repeatedly.  

A few seconds pass before the door opens and startled eyes meet his.

“Bucky?” She takes in his appearance, “Are you ok?”

“Is it true?” he ignores her questions, his eyes frantically analyzing her face, “Is it true that you’re in love with me?”

A small gasp slips Anna’s parted lips and her eyes widen even more while she takes an unconscious step back. He can tell she’s struggling with her mind before her jaw clenches and she straightens up her posture, keeping her gaze on him.

“Yes, it is,” she answers, simply, in a soft, yet full of resolution voice.

Bucky doesn’t even let the words sink in before he crashes his lips on hers.

~~~~

[minecraftoworymode]

picked a whole bouquet of whoopsie-daisies the other day reading some Very badfeel content so to cheer myself up here’s some super self-indulgent ramblings about romeo recovery post-s2

“YOU CAN DANCE IF YOU WANT TO YOU CAN LEAVE YOUR INTERNALIZED MISOGYNY BEHIND” or how romeo learned to stop worrying and indulge in the ““feminine”“ shit in life

when romeo transitioned he scrubbed everything that could be potentially viewed as feminine from his appearance and behaviour. while he did everything he could about the former (hairstyle, clothing, body language, voice), it didn’t feel like enough bc he couldn’t change some things that ppl used to be jerks- his frame (short and lithe), his family, his being trans- so he made up for it by trying to “act” like a “real man”. this unfortunately meant he was super vulnerable to manipulative alt-right indoctrination tactics (”we will validate you as a man as long as you endorse our assholery and share our shitty beliefs about what it means to be a man”) and he was on the verge of getting sucked into gamergate ideology when [THIS LORE IS ANOTHER POST] and hey, now the world is minecraft. u dont gotta perform gender roles for villagers they dont care. xara will not only actually eat ur liver for pulling The Bullshit but when you are kind she smiles, so bright and warm, and it is very very nice so maybe you should keep on doing that. n fred? fred is chill with their Everything in a way uve only ever Dreamed of. romeo marinates in this sauce for a couple centuries and comes the closest to being comfortable in his own skin he’s ever been.

however,

after the Incident he slam-dunked himself back into the hypermasculinity juice bc it was a mindset “safe” from feeling pain, whether his or others’. n since the worlds the admins created dont have the same ideas of gender as the world they came from, once he’s been dethroned romeo has a particularly hard time adjusting wrt That on top of all the other 2750347502730 issues he has to face

anyway flash forward a couple months of being incredibly volatile bc he now has to confront all the terrible things he did and how Dare u make him do that and maybe if hes nasty enough he can provoke someone into killing him and saving him from having to unpack All Of That- (note from @simple-mooshroom-herder​: Xara and Jesse at least grasp that Romeo will probably burn himself out on this bullshit eventually and the best thing to do is interact with him with a certain level of healthy detachment. Eventually he'll see that theres no "getting out of this" and he'll start to do the Work but until then its very frustrating to see that tactic take him nowhere.)

- one day petra notices how he’s constantly staring at all the ppl wearing cute dresses in beacontown and at first she thinks he's being creepy but then realizes that he's not being creepy and actually she knows exactly how he feels bc she also used to look at ppl wearing clothes super not suited for combat like that, like she wished she could wear them too, like if she just didnt have to keep up this image of the Warrior who is Not Soft Ever-

n ok. listen. these worlds have been specifically engineered to be better and kinder than the one the admins came from, and when people mess up- even REALLY mess up- people are generally not only willing to forgive you but support you as you try and get better. it’s instinctual for communities to respond to misdeeds with rehabilitation and reconciliation, rather than retaliation and renunciation (tho its not an overnight thing and it generally takes 1-3 people to spearhead the process, esp if the actions have affected a large group of people). like. ivor created something that almost destroyed the entire world, not just beacontown, yet by the end of season one he’s grown to be a part of the team- n its not just jesse & co being forgiving here, bc when ivor made his s1 build with 3 lava source blocks people objected to it, but by s2 he not only has lava in his build but a giant lake of it. (im assuming the fences around said lake are coming eventually, bc safety is still important, but the implications im choosing to take from this are a) despite almost ending the world people let him into their lives anyway and b) the community not only grew to accept but encourage his self-expression.)

BUT ANYWAY before i go off on that even more one day petra and romeo basically put on an impromptu fashion show in jesse’s house (bc their house is huge and, kind of perfect for a fashion show, and also right next to the order hall’s armory whence they stole a bunch of fancy swords to match the outfits) n theyre having a blast until the hero in residence , returns to their residence (and with COMPANY) n romeo is absolutely Mortified- caught red-handed showing feelings of an almost human nature, oh my god, this will NOT do- n this whole grand soliluquy of shame and excuses and apologies grabs the steering wheel of his tongue but he cant even spit a single syllable out bc jesse and lukas almost immediately dip leaving romeo panicking for a second before they come back with their inventories FULL of cute outfits, including a billion skirts and dresses, some of them are even enchanted so theyre like. super shiny or constantly flowing or things like that.

this actually ends up spiralling into a town-wide... not quite fashion show bc there's no runway or anything, everyone just shows up in their cutest/coolest outfits .. fashion convention?? Anyway several people come up to him and compliment him on his outfit casually before continuing along, not recognizing him not only bc of how hes done his hair and makeup n what hes wearing but he just seems... so happy (he might be wearing something on his head? like a headpiece or hat or something? but also maybe not hmm)- whoever this is, he's not hunched over like he's got several centuries' worth of sins crawling on his back he’s not trying to shrink and make small a human-shaped apology for the simple fact of his existence not dragging his feet like hes ready for, dreading, a hundred mile trek through the desert repenting hes just. hes literally just Vibing

anyway he's mostly been silent or just providing very quiet "thank you"s but when it turns out that some people showed up ready to play music and there's a song that he knows he literally cant help but start jamming out its the GOod Stim everyones a-dancing and a-jiving and some people start to sing and so of course he does too (the healing power of dancing and singing in cute outfits.... unfathomable) but. ppl recognize his voice

and after a few seconds he notices how quiet it's gotten all of a sudden n everyones looking at him like "oh shit thats the admin" and honestly his heart breaks. visibly

but

then someone starts singing, so quiet it takes a moment for him to hear over the sound of an encroaching panic attack (oh god he has airpods in), but when he looks over theyre smiling - theyre smiling at hiM???? AND IT DOESNT EVEN LOOK MEAN??- and doing this very simple step, that he catches onto just as easily as he matches their singing (its a fairly common little tune n dance)

theyre like standing like a good few meters away but as they take turns with lines in the song they slowly inch closer

and he thinks hes starting to recognize the dance that the steps theyre doing is from but at the part in the song thats coming up ur supposed to allemande left and even tho theyre like, less than a meter away now literally no one has really wanted to get close to him, let alone actually touch him, so hes totally expecting them to be like 'psych' and humiliate him in front of the entire crowd-

BUT THEN THEY ACTUALLY GO FOR IT???

he completes the step without even thinking about it n continues onto the next in this state of dull bewilderment where there is but one braincell active in his head and it is just going, in a very tiny voice, "danser?"

- when they linked arms the person briefly seemed surprised that he didn't like, chew their arm off or anything (he had. kind of snapped at people a few times during the past few weeks), but then their shock turned into a wide smile and they sort of- nodded? at someone over his shoulder like 'come and join us, it doesn't look like he's going to kill me after all you guys can put the eulogy writing on hold'

what rly makes his heart do the confused and hopeful conga is that this isnt even anyone romeo knows, its a total stranger. or- like- he saw them while he was pretending to be jesse he just didnt care to get to know them beyond ‘name and gimmick’- its not even someone who has any reason to think he'd be cool to befriend its literally jsut someone taking a chance on him (tkae a chance take a chance take a chance take a cha)

afterwards hes like "i should thank jesse for putting you up to that, it was fun" and theyre like "what? jesse didn't "put me up to" anything, dude, you just looked super choked. * something something surfer lingo who would i be if i just left someone to feel bad when they could be having fun dancing you know?*"

he H

[niallisherelove]

3 years of loving (1) man.

I love this man. But, that isn’t even enough to say. I feel like the word “love” for him isn’t even close to what I feel. If Niall wasn’t in my life, I would feel completely empty. My heart would not get the joy, that I get from him anywhere else. Niall James Horan isn’t just a funny, good looking celebrity to me. He is my safe zone, and writing this post I can’t even find words. There really isn’t anything I can say besides he has captured me like no one else has. He makes me feel happy, he makes me laugh, smile, cry, scream, shout, and get so excited that I can’t breathe. Makes me tear up, without even trying. And, I can’t really tell you why. But, I can tell you exactly why I love him. Let me just start by saying, he spent his birthday at Rays of Sunshine. A place for kids and charity. He sat there and sang, and laughed with his fans. Not only that but he has an organization right now going to two very important causes. No one asked him to do that, he did it all himself. His groove and passion for life inspires me beyond compare. That man has gotten me through some of the toughest moments, in my life. He is honestly the sweetest person on planet earth. Niall is so kind and light hearted. He always and I always say this puts himself last, and would do anything to show the ones that love him, that he loves them back. But not just loves them back. He loves them even harder then they love him. His voice touches me in ways I didn’t even know were possible. How do I even describe how much I love him? My happiness would not look real without him. He works so incredibly hard, and he deserves everything he has and more. I honestly just get speechless trying to express how much I love him, because no one will ever understand. I know that one of the best days of my life will be when I’m in his arms and I tell him how much of an amazing human he is. I know when I actually feel him in my arms, and know that he’s real it will be a feeling that I can’t even describe. He isn’t a person I can go to in my day to day life. He is so MUCH more. Incredibly more, he is someone I can look at and instantly feel better, someone I can hear and feel like nothing else matters except him. Okay, I can’t start this post. My fingers are gonna be broke after this. Niall James Horan really just hits the spot for me. Before I explain why I love him with my whole heart, and why he is truly the one and only true love of my life, I need y’all to know I mean every word I am saying. Niall always cheers me up when I’m down like no one ever could. I started loving him when I was 11 or 12 and now I am 17. His album that he put out is just pure beauty and art and he needs to know that. He opened his heart out to all of the people who love him and he wasn’t scared to see what they thought. I’ve never heard anyone open up like he did, ever. I am speechless. I really am. Every single time he gets on that stage he owns it and he makes sure everyone is having the time of their life. He really means EVERYTHING TO me. I really would not have the joy and satisfaction and smile I have for life without him, none of it. He really just deserves the absolute freaking best. He always works his best and puts out his best and that’s what he deserves. No one will ever know how much this man truly means to me. His joy for life and his care free attitude and his heart that shines out the most to me. He really started with nothing and he did this all by himself, he made himself the artist he is today. And everyday that goes by I think of him. Not one day passes without thinking of him. He loves all of us so much and shows us that every single day. He really made me love myself as a person and I’m just realizing that now. He brings out the best of me and my happiness. This may all sound so cheesy but this bub continues to make me so happy. The lyrics he writes are so pure and it’s like he knows what the fans want to hear. He’s sold billons off copies and I’m just so so proud of him. I feel such at home at any 1D show or his show, it’s crazy. He really is just the sweetest person and I want to repeat it 5000000 times. There’s so many people who love him and that’s all he deserves. So much love and happiness. He is so kind, funny, sweet, handsome... etc ... Basically you could say he has one of those perfect souls. I wake up everyday and think of him and smile because of him. 😭💓 TALENT . I wasn’t even done I just want him to realize how special he is. I wish I could just go up to him and tell him all of this. 😭 He really is as corny as it is a light in the dark for me. I am so proud of you and I hope that you enjoy the break you have because you deserve and need it. I hope you are reading all these messages and do that huge smile you do and your enormous contagious laugh. You have changed so many lives, and I would never ever regret loving you as much as I truly do. Your presence is truly a blessing to this earth. And I don’t deserve you. Like I want want to scream because I love you so much. I dedicate so much time to you because you just- I can’t even tell you why. I shed a few tears writing this and it’s dramatic but it’s how I feel. 25 years of a strong young beautiful man. I love you Niall. You’re like my second little home and I can’t thank you enough for existing on this earth that wouldn’t be the same without you. Thank you for everything that you do. Not just for me, but all, each and every single one of your fans. Your importance to me grows each second of each day. You are so selfless. You continue to surprise me by how amazing you are more and more each day. This new era you are going to smash it out of the park, like you always do. And, another favorite thing about you out of like 5,000,000 things is that... even if you don’t do good you are still happy. You always do well, but you are always smiling and give back no matter what the cause. And, that my love means everything. I know you will never see this but, I can’t wait to give a letter to you. I just can’t even comprehend that you are real. You are you. And, I wouldn’t want it any other way. You have so many family and friends who think everything and more of you and that’s because you’re love is contagious and infectious. You are so passionate about what you love and stand up for what you know is right. Niall is a tease, and a caring human that just wants to make everyone happy. He is weird and awkward at times, but that’s why I love him. And that’s only the start of why I love him. He is growing so much and always focuses on bettering himself. That is probably one of my favorite things about him. He never stops, and won’t give up until he knows he’s done the best he can. He is always making people smile and laugh. And, I truly just can’t thank him enough for being who he is; because he’s apart of me. He’s such a big part and constant thing in my life. He helps me like I wouldn’t believe, even I don’t know how much he helps me. His sarcasm in his humor, the way he is so gentle with fans. His nature to always make people feel wanted and loved. His weird way of making me feel that for myself. There’s so many simple things I love about him, but countless deep things that I honestly can’t word. His boldness, his cariama, his ALL. I could go on but there’s not one thing that I don’t love about him. It’s mind blowing. I don’t know who or where I would be without him. He always wants to learn new things, and the album he made was I can’t even imagine how hard to make. All in all HAPPY 26th my love. 💓💓💓I adore you. If you want to sit here all day and talk about how much I freaking love you, we can. I can not believe you are 24 baby! I can't even put into words how much you as a person mean to me. Almost evreything. You're spirt, smile, laugh, love, caring heart, simplicity, view on life, and I could go on. You make me so happy. Not a lot of people hardly any, make me as happy as you do. One day, if I ever get the chance I want to tell you that. I hope you are having a blast today. You deserve so much and more. This may sound cheesy, but I mean all of this from the bottom of my heart. Thank you so so much. You and the boys have made me love life so much more. I still can't believe you're 24. You act like a little 4 year old. I am so proud of you and all that you have achieved, and so freaking proud all yours dreams have come true. I love you. Just remember you have so many fans, who would do anything for you. You are such a great guy. You are so beautiful and funny. When I look at you it just brings me back to how much I actually love you. You will continue to grow and your music will always be breathe taking. I really wish there were more people on earth like you. Happy Birthday! Today is all about you! I LOVE YOU AND IVE EDITED THIS POST 500 times. I felt like I didn't write enough. Evrey single quality about you makes me so happy. I'm just sitting here thinking of how much of an amazing human being you are. You always think of others. Always put yourself last. You are not greedy or selfish, and that is how most people turn out when they have what you do. You just love life. You never ever take for granted what you have. Ever. And you just shine to your fullest. I really do love you so freaking much. Your accent, you're amazing blue eyes. Each thing about you. I just want to keep going and tell the world how much you deserve because my god, it's a whole lot. Don't ever stop being you. Get excited at the little things & laugh until you can't breathe. Surround yourself with the right people, like you always do, and I'm sure you'll never change. Thank you for always being here for me, whenever I need you. Some people think this is over dramatic, but each word I'm typing is true. I'm so glad I found you in 2012. I'm so glad that you are a real human. I just always want the best for you. I hope you enjoy you're time on stage, and I know you do. I see it with your passion and smile. Meet a girl, fall in love. I just don't want you to ever feel like you don't deserve all you have. Because you sure as hell do. A person like you, there's no one like you. You are so close to perfect as bad as that sounds. I love you, and I always will. Keep shining your light. Never let it out.

[imcynfinite]

her name is cyn.

This kid. Head always in the clouds. You couldn't keep her grounded. Only liked reality when it stimulated her imagination. Read a lot of books because she liked the trip. Did a lot of unhealthy things for attention. Always compared to her sisters and never getting affection just for herself, there had to be another way to get noticed. So she stole. Glasses from her classmate's desks during reading time on the carpet (sorry, Salita), Sour Power candy from lunchboxes after bake sales, mechanical pencils from the supply shop that she'd tuck into her uniform jumper, books from the library after she read them, pretending she returned them just so she could have their worlds to escape to at home whenever she needed to. She lied a lot, too. A pathological liar. That's what her mother called her when she was caught in the act. She was ALWAYS caught in the act, but couldn't stop doing it. Lying felt good. Even as the lie formed words that she knew wouldn't be convincing enough, she could. Not. Stop. It was here that she first learned she could tell stories, but didn't see her power yet. She used them ill. When she couldn’t drift off, she grew resentful. Loved alone time. Sought after it to escape. Sure, she'd play dolls with her little sister, or watch Saturday morning cartoons and Toonami after school with her older sister. She allowed herself to be herself with her siblings, but only until she was compared to them or didn't have control over the situation. She was never good enough. She couldn't be the pageant queen with stardom in her future like her little sister, and couldn't be the first born who did everything right like her older sister. She didn't understand the pressures they faced holding such titles, but at that age, how could she? At that age, it stung. What could she do right? What title could she hold? She loved her sisters, but couldn't be them. So deep down, she grew resentful. Acted really mean towards them, in ways she couldn't help. Much much later on, she'd spend a day trying to understand why she grew cold with them so many times during her teens and young adulthood, and the resentment will click. It'll all make sense to her, the healing to not blame her sisters for their parents' comparisons will begin, and a newfound friendship and appreciation will bloom. But here? How could she have known? She loved food. Don't know when it started, but once it did, it took off. She ate a lot, because food made her happy. When she was sad and resentful, food was forgiving. Soothing. It didn't judge her in the slightest. She'd ask for more at dinner. Get the extra scoop of ice cream for dessert. Asked the kids during lunch if they were gonna finish that. Sometimes was so hungry, she'd sneak and take a bite or two of her lunch before the bell. She started gaining weight. That cute face growing round, belly poking. But she was fine. A beautiful, chubby kid. The first time she learned something was wrong with her body, though, was seven years old. Frustrated they couldn't find a communion dress that fit, her mother told her it was her fault. "You have to do something about this." A few years later, her father, out of deep frustration and desperate to bring her to shame to incite some motivation, called her an elephant. Her mother tried to take food away from her, but that just made her want it even more. How could something that made her feel good be so bad? The one thing that validated her existence was the enemy? No. Her mother tried, and tried, and tried. But little did she know, it just made the girl cling to it harder. Seek its affection. Crave its nurturing. She had no idea she was growing an addiction. This kid had charm. You see that smile? The softness in her eyes. The brightness in her spirit. She did things her way, because she projected the world as what she saw in her head. People were charmed by it, and she had no idea. Co-workers of her mother took a liking to her every time she came to the parties. One in particular always gifted her with Nancy Drew books, every birthday. Just because. She thought this kid was beautiful and joyous and couldn't help checking in on her or asking her mother how she was. Asking if she finished reading her book, and considering expanding her gifts to include The Hardy Boys. ...People watched this girl. Liked her spunk. Liked the mystery of not knowing what exactly she was, but feeling good being in her presence. This kid had charm, and she had no idea. How could she? If she wasn't being compared to, she was told no one would like her looking like she did, round belly and all. That having bad grades meant you were lazy and stupid, and not that you possibly had issues concentrating. Teachers complained about her staring out of the windows for too long and not doing her homework. Kids bullied her for not being pretty or not liking what they liked. That she kept to herself and was a "trouble maker". No one liked the kids who upset the teachers. Sisters that loved her but couldn't stick up for her. They didn't understand. She didn't have anyone to tell her she was just fine the way she was. Magnificent, even. She grew tired of the loneliness. Her imagination was fun, sure. But reality got realer, and she needed a way to deal. She just had to. So, she transformed. Right into high school, she became a vibrant spirit who cracked jokes to make people laugh. Rebelled against her parents and pretended not getting good grades and being fat was something she wasn't ashamed of. Joined drama club and performed on stages. Cut off her permed hair and rocked a fro. Writing like crazy and showing anyone who cared; growing a fan base in school and online. She didn't know it then, but it was here she was learning her voice had volume, and people wanted her to blast it. She became someone she'd write about in her stories. Even though it was all an act, her best starring role to date, it was enough to help her get by. To survive. It silenced the self-hatred that was beginning to build due to neglect of interrogation, but as time went on and new masks took form, she realized pretending meant neglecting that inner child who just wanted to be herself and liked for it. Who didn't want to be compared. Who didn't want to be frowned upon for not being pretty. Who didn't want to be told they were too much, or too little. Who just wanted to SHOW UP, without pushback. At 29 years old, I've realized how much of myself I've created just to be seen. Over the last five years, something has called on me to undo those masks and to begin living in my truth. As a storyteller who wants to hold up the mirror, I was chosen to perform, and I was then tasked to learn how to leave the costume backstage. Not to make a home out of it. For friends, for lovers, for parents, for society, I have done so much dancing to survive, but that isn't LIVING. That isn't love. It's not care, it's not protection, it's not kindness. For a majority of my childhood, I spent it daydreaming. Wishing reality could look like my wildest dreams. And here I am, facing what truth looks like and realizing that I can bend it. I can find a way to merge my dreams and my reality without disappointing my inner child who'd rather get lost in the clouds and pretend she's riding them. That kid doesn't know how amazing she is. I don't remember everything, but for the things I do, sometimes I'm charmed by her, too. I look in the mirror and don't always recognize that kid, but sometimes when I look off into the distance and my lover asks, "Hey. Where did you go?" or my mother looks at me and just smiles because I'm radiating light she can't deny, I remember. When I write my tweets and people respond with, "You should write a book. The way you write, I'd read anything you make," I remember. When I decide to meditate and my imagination brings me back to a dream I had a while ago, I remember. When I look in the mirror and look past the make-up and the experiences I've lived, I see her. She's so precious, man. She's a kook, lol. She's rambunctious and impulsive and loud and expressive and quiet and dreamy and fluid and hard. She's a whole ass universe. I wish she knew her impact. God, I wish she knew. I do my best to tell her... well, I'm learning to. When she wants to throw a tantrum, I'm learning how to parent her the way she needed. I'm trying to work with her. When she wants me to perform for people to get the attention she wants, I try not to fight her but get her to understand we can't do that anymore. That maybe we don't NEED to do that anymore. That maybe it's time we just be who we wanna be. She doesn't know what that means. I try to explain that it's like her daydreams, except real. She's not convinced. "Dreams are better." She walks away to her corner to embark on a mental journey. It's a constant battle with her. She wins a lot of the time. She's stubborn like that. But every now and again, when something in reality works just like or better than we could have imagined, there's a glimmer in her eye. Hope, I think.

As I learn to navigate adulting, I run into fear, and run away from responsibility. But 2019 taught me that it's high time I stop running, because the freedom I'm meant to have is so rich and the brilliance I harbor is so abundant, they're meant to marry. The mirror I want my stories to reflect to the world require I go through this transformation, and feel it ALL. I've stayed in places I didn't belong, loved people who weren't as good to me as they could, hid from opportunities that could give me wings, all because of who I thought I was. All of the voices from people I loved who, when I think about it now, were simply afraid for me and themselves and just didn't know how to say that. Despite knowing the masks I've put in place to survive and understanding that in 2020, I'm being asked to leave them behind, the fear of shedding skin is real. Because that means people I wanted to stay forever have to go. The stories I repeat to myself have to end. Discernment to trust I will always do my best to give myself what I need must be sharpened. Love, the way I want to experience it, must be given room to walk into and I have to set the example. 2019, my goodness. What an acid trip. A chapter I hated to write, and probably should have embraced more of. It dragged me because I had given up on myself during a period where curiosity could have governed me further. I remember being a kid who loved to be curious. Now, I hide away in fear. Where is that girl? I'm determined to meet her again. Talk to her. Conjure up a master plan. I cannot play small, and the universe has stopped begging. It's sitting back now, watching what I'll do now that it's not up my ass. I turn 30 years old this year, and there's something personal to that. A resonance very warm. Will I meet the beauty of that turning point of my life with arms wide open? Will I grab the opportunity to take that kid's hand and show her something different? Can I stand by her?... This kid's name is Cynthia. She's one of the coolest kids I know. And if no one else can, then I will. I'll stand by her. I'll stand by me.

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Phantom

(Wanda Maximoff x Black!Mutatnt!Reader)

Summary: Reader’s powers get a bit out of control and sort of instills fear in the others. Some hurtful words are said, hearts are broken. (*Ariana Grande; God is a Woman voice*) YUH!

A/N: please REBLOG, COMMENT, LIKE and request if you want anything specific!! Anyway, ENJOY!!

Word Count: 8.8K (I’M REALLY SORRY AH BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!)

Pairing: Wanda x Black!Female!Reader, Rhodey x Daughter!Reader

WARNINGS: angst, blood, death, surgery, forced experimentation, needles, guns, ANGST AGAIN (I think that’s it)

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Y/N’s eyes were phantom white but the veins around her eyes were plague black and crimson red. She snarled at her target and we could tell how afraid he was. Her hair was glowing a blinding silver. We were used to her powers but not like this, this time they had reached their peak. She had a deathly smirk on her lips before speaking, her short fangs becoming visible.

“...Try and hurt me again and I’ll make sure I choke you to death on your own blood-”

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-Wanda’s POV-

This mission had been putting everyone through the ringer, we had to fly all the way to Norway to shut down a facility that created mutants and enhanced beings. I felt myself become exhausted. My fingers burned from generating so much energy to counter the enemies attacks.

I groaned as a bullet grazed my shoulder. We were practically getting ambushed. In this area of the facility it was just me, Natasha and Steve, the others were scattered.

These weren’t just normal bogeys that followed the orders of their leader, no. These were enhanced beings with specific mutations that made it harder for us to fight off.

“Y/N, we need you on our end,” I heard Natasha yell into the com, though she was right beside me, I could barely hear her in person over the gunshots and explosions, “and fast!”

Y/N hadn’t copied and I worried. She never takes long to reply to a command. She’s usually right on top of it.

“Rhodes! Do you copy?” This time it was Steve to yell in the com.

“Uh yeah but I’m a bit caught up on my end with NO back up. So you guys are gonna have to deal without my set of hands for a minute” she sassed, I could hear the commotion in the background.

I worried for her being alone in a fight. I knew it was a bad idea for Steve to split us up like this. Not yet has our title proved to be a liability as Steve claimed it would. We worked best together, and we’ve proven that time and time again.

“Y/N, I need you to stay safe, okay?” I grunted as one of the mutants kicked me in my guts.

“Always, my love. You do the same” I could practically hear the smirk in her voice.

“Hi, hello, Avengers: We took care of the looney bitch. Finish up and let’s roll out” Tony sounded relieved to finally be done.

While it was a struggle to fight all of the guys off, Natasha, Steve and I finally got the job done.

We began running toward the exit when we heard static in our com and I heard Y/N’s panicked voice.

“Dad, I need your help. Quick!” Then a high pitched ringing seemed to come through the earpiece, only it wasn’t. The ringing was coming from the building it was darting through the halls.

Without a second thought I ran to Y/N’s location with Nat and Steve on my tail, seeing her up against a few discombobulated mutants... must have been the defective batch. I could tell Y/N’ abilities were about to come into effect, that’s the only explanation for that high pitched ringing. It happens every time when she’s about to fall subject to her mutation.

“Y/N pull back and let’s get out of here” Rhodey flew overhead with Tony and Sam by his side, out of the other entrance came Thor, Bruce, well Hulk, and Peter. Bucky and Clint came from a lower level of the facility.

“I’m trying, dad!” She was stressing out but that only fueled her powers even more.

We all moved to help her before a force field was put around her and a man in a long dark cloak came in with his hood on. I didn’t like the vibe from this guy, but who would? Some random guy comes out of random corner in a Dungeons and Dragons cloak, that is never a good thing.

“Welcome back, Y/N Rhodes” the voice of the man was scratchy and uneven, yet powerful and frightening.

This distracted her and caused the deformed mutants to twist her arms behind her back to trap her.

“My favorite subject. My biggest accomplishment,” he took his hood off and had a scar through his eye, one eye being pure white while the other was an ethereal green. He sent her a crooked smile that churned my stomach “Oh, how I’ve missed you”

Y/N’s facial expression looked pained. Not because of how she was being mutant handled but because of the man standing in front of her.

“Roscovich,” she gasped. “Ezra Roscovich” her lip twitched and the frequency of the ringing only seemed to increase.

Blasts came from up above and I could see it came from Rhodey. “You’re the asshole that tortured my daughter, you took my wife from me!!” the blasts continued as Rhodey flew around trying to hit the guy but he used a force field to counter Rhodey’s attacks knocking Rhodey out of the air.

“DAD!!” Y/N was feeling too many emotions at once, I could feel them radiating off of her, they were overwhelming me. I could see her thoughts they were running at a million miles a minute, I couldn’t keep up. She was never comfortable with talking about her mutation or how it came about and she most definitely didn’t like using it. But now I was seeing quick glimpses of flashbacks and I didn’t know what to make of it.

“You hurt my dad” She wasn’t crying, her voice was low and sinister.

The man named Ezra shrugged and turned to the rest of us.

“You think Ayalla was one you were looking for? You thought she was mastermind behind this whole operation?! Y/N , you of all people should have known better” His accent thick, he stalked toward us and his cloak flowed right with him.

“I wanted my prized possession back,” he looked at Y/N and sent a wink her way, ”It was all a simple trap and of course you took the bait. You lot are so hell bent on trying to save everyone that you couldn’t help but find yourselves here” his smile stirred something in me. I looked at Y/N and she just seemed too calm to be in this situation. Her entire demeanor changed and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Why, Y/N? What is she to you?” My mouth moved faster than my brain, I tried to push through to his mind to find is motives but it all came up blank.

“Why she is everything I’ve dreamt of personified. I worked hard to make her what she is. Countless trials, numerous lives lost, endless formulas, ruined equipment. She is my beloved Phantom” he clapped while jumping up and down like a child.

“But you took her away from me. She was supposed to be mine!” He stomped his foot and his face turned red.

“She’s my daughter. She never belonged to you!” Rhodey removed the helmet to reveal his face.

“But is she?,” Ezra tapped his temple “when I created the essence to make her what she is she became anew.” He gave us jazz fingers as if this was some type of magic trick.

“Her body was like computer and the essence worked as a virus. The essence became an override for her DNA, stripping her of her humanity” he rocked back on his heels sending us a shit eating grin.

Rhodey and Tony held up their hands ready to blast the hell out of this asshole while Clint got his bow ready, Hulk got into stance, ready to pounce and crush this dude and my hands flashed red in a second,  but Steve stopped us from taking action.

“This is what he wants, guys be smart about this.”

“Be smart? Be SMART ABOUT IT?!,” I finally lost my cool, “that is my girlfriend in there! His daughter! A member of our family being held hostage and all you have to say is be SMART?!”

“Wanda.” Y/N’s voice resonated within me and calmed me like it always could. “I need you to get everyone out of here”

“I’m not leaving y-“

“This is not up for discussion!,” Y/N rarely ever raised her voice at me so I knew something was about to happen. “I know the extent of my abilities. You all do not. So I need you to get everyone out and sit tight in the quinjet. Trust me!”

The look in her eyes was not the look of Y/N. Her abilities were starting to arise.

“Oh no no no,” Roscovich tsked. “They get front row seats to show! Show me what ya got, Y/N. Show me again what you can do, have you learned anything new? Show them real Phantom”

I tried to get everyone out but the doors automatically shut and locked keeping us trapped.

“Well call me Bob and fuck me running,” I heard Clint mutter under his breath.

Y/N looked at me before her eyes changed along with her hair. She slowly turned to look at the puppeteer behind this whole show, “Wrong. Move”

Right in front of our eyes, the mutants holding Y/N against her will melted like butter in a hot pan. Once she was free she cracked her neck and smiled.

“You want the real Phantom?,” she literally stepped through the force field and came face to face with Ezra. “Well here she is.. and she’s going to end you as if you’ve never existed. Making you wish you never created the thing you’ve made of her” she laughed as if she told the world’s best joke. This isn’t my Y/N.

“Y/N, Don’t! This is what he wants” Steve pleaded.

She turned to Steve and smiled like she was ever so gracious of his concerns.

“Exactly... so, let’s give him a show”

She turned back to him and raised him up in the air without even laying a finger on him.

“You want to play? Let’s fucking play” with a simple snap of her fingers he was thrown across the room.

“I suffer every day.” She raises him up in the air again, this time she contorted his limbs, them being bent in unimaginable ways and he was screaming bloody murder.

“I thought I’d taught you a lesson the last time, granted I thought I killed you. But you don’t even care what I’ve been through as long as it’s not you” her voice was so calm. It was chilling and eerie. 

“With this weight I carry of being this way, I will make sure you carry a thousand times the weight so you live with what you’ve done”

From here I could hear his bones cracking, could hear him choking. The deafening ringing increased and almost became unbearable.

“Y/N, Stop!” I stepped forward but without even glancing at me she forced me up again the wall, one by one we were all pushed and stuck to the wall. It was a preventative measure on her part to make sure she isn’t stopped.

Before our eyes there are at least two dozen duplicates of Y/N. They all stood around the room, staring at the floating, contorted man,

“You will pay for what you have done,” one of the Y/N’s said. We had never seen her duplicate like this or at all for that .

“You will forever regret your sins,” this time it was a Y/N that stood near Steve and I.

“You will suffer” - “You won’t even be able to sleep at night”- “We will haunt your dreams”- “We will lurk in every dark corner”- “Every crevice of your pathetic brain” -” “We will haunt you, you will feel us and when you do, you’ll feel nothing but pain and no one will hear you scream”- “And we will make you ROT!!”

Each one of Y/N’s duplicates spoke menacing words. The original just stood there staring, she was a predator ready to pounce on her prey.

Y/N’s eyes were phantom white but the veins around her eyes were plague black and crimson red. She snarled at her target and we could tell just how afraid he was. Her hair was glowing a blinding silver. We were used to her powers but not like this, this time they had reached their peak. She had a deathly smirk on her lips before speaking, her short fangs becoming visible.

“Try to keep me captive... try and hurt me again and I’ll make sure I choke you to death on your own blood. Slowly so you can feel the blood filling your lungs, clogging your airways with no sense of relief. No mercy will be placed upon you”

“Y/N that’s enough!,” Rhodey had seen enough, we all had. I’d seen enough of my lover act out of character, in a way that instilled fear in me to the point I didn’t know if I knew her anymore.

All the duplicates turned and stared at us. They all smiled in sync

“The deed is done” they said in unison before disappearing back into the mind of Y/N.

A blinding white light flashed throughout the room and once it was gone, Ezra and Y/N were sprawled out on the floor unconscious.

The team rushed over to her as she started to wake but I stayed behind. I was frozen, I was scared to get near her. No one touched her besides Rhodey and even then he was hesitant. Everyone else kept their space, their stance ready to run or fight incase the Phantom made another appearance.

“Let’s get out of here, we need to get back,” Steve was cautious, his eyes never leaving Y/N, not even after we got to the compound until she disappeared to our room.

We cleaned up and everyone showed up to dinner except for Y/N, she was probably resting, or beating herself up for how she acted, if she could even remember. I would check on her, but I need time to wrap my head around that whole situation.

“Rhodey... I think we need to talk about Y/N,” Natasha brought her cup to her lips

“There’s nothing to be said, Romanoff. If you continue I’d watch what is about to come out of your mouth next” Rhodey’s silverware made a loud clash against his plate.

“I’m just saying that maybe she needs an eye or a few kept on her, because what we saw back there we have never seen before. It’s something worth looking after if it meant keeping everyone safe,” she put her hands up in a surrender motion as she laid down her case.

“So you’re saying my daughter is a danger to us?,” by now he was fuming, “that is pure bullshit, Natasha and you know it”

“But is it really though?,” I question

“You’ve GOT to be fucking kidding me, Wanda. She’s your girlfriend-”

“Who I am now scared of,” I sighed and felt bad as I let the words slip out.

“In my years of knowing her and loving her I have never seen or heard her act and talk in such a menacing way. That girl back there was not the girl I love and I have a right to be scared even just a bit!”

“Wanda.” Sam warned but I just shook my head

“I was going to keep my thoughts to myself but I couldn’t”

“Thanks for telling me to my face,” Y/N’s voice sent chills down my spine. “Of course it wasn’t me back there. I did what I could to protect us and get us out of there”

“By pinning us against the wall against our will?” Steve butted in.

“To protect you in case things got out of hand!” She cried.

“I’m sorry for scaring you but seeing him flipped a switch that I tried with all my might to flip back but I couldn’t,” she wiped her tears in a frustrated manner and shook her head “My own girlfriend is afraid of me”

She gave a bitter laugh.

“I tried to calm you down Y/N, but you literally pushed me away! The two dozen other versions of you, the things you all were saying. That’s frightening to anyone. It’s enough to throw anyone off. I just need time to think,” I stood up at my end of the table, I finally had the courage to make eye contact.

“Wanda, when we got together we promised to talk things out, not run away. We connected and related to each other because of our abilities and now that you've seen the extent of mine you want to check out early. That’s not fair especially when you said you’d love me no matter what,”

I shook my head and the words flew past my lips before I could keep them from escaping, words that I knew would hurt Y/N, words that I didn’t even mean,

“Someone will love you... but someone isn’t me”

I heard the gasps, I saw the light drain from her eyes, I saw the pain I caused.

“O-okay... okay.” she nodded her head before backing away and rushing off to our shared room.

“Wanda what did you just do?!,” The look Rhodey gave me was different, he always saw me as another daughter ever since I started dating Y/N but this time he looked at me like a deranged stranger.

He rushed off after Y/N and I sat back down in my seat feeling all of their eyes on me. Judging.

“For someone who has fucked up a lot of shit with their abilities you sure have some fucking nerve!,” Sam frowned at me

“Sam!,” Steve came to my defense but Sam wasn’t having it.

“Shut up, Rogers!,” He held his hand up, “Y/N stood by you no matter how bad your powers got out of control. She was there to comfort you and remove the blame when you sulked about what you did in Nigeria”

“SAM!,” Steve called out again, everyone knew that was a sensitive topic.

“SHE was the one that forgave you first and welcomed you first when you played your witch tricks and showed us all our worst fear and damn near ruined us, even after everything she’s been through” he pointed his finger, “But God forbid she wants dibs on the guy who made her into something she hates, God forbid she wants him to suffer like she does every. single. day! God frickin’ forbid she show the very person who changed her and held her captive and killed one of the most important people in her life that she is not weak like he saw her to be. She did all that for you. She loved you despite your mishaps, you’ve scared her multiple times, you’ve hurt her before, Wanda, but she loved you so damn much she worked through it to be with you and you just want to be a coward and leave the girl on her own,” Sam’s chair screeched against the floor as he also went after Y/N.

“I fucked up,” tongue in cheek, I just sat there.

“You sure did,” Peter raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his drink.

“Underoos,” Tony waved him away “Go to the lab, it’s grown folks talking”

Peter didn’t protest, he just walked away sulking like a kid going to timeout.

“You need to fix this, and fast. I’m not sure how many straws Y/N is willing to keep pulling for you after this,” Tony downed the brown liquid in his cup and looked me dead in my eyes.

“I was in the same place with Pepper. I kept fucking up yet she’s still here with me. But I got my act together because I knew if I didn’t change something and make amends I’d lose her. Don’t lose Y/N. Go after her, kid” 

I sprinted to our room so fast you’d have thought I was Pietro. But when I got there Y/N was packing a bag and her dad and Sam were trying to keep her from leaving.

“Y/N,” I stepped over the threshold. She snapped her neck to look at me and just shook her head angrily.

“Stay away from me,” I’ve never seen her cry like this. I caused this. Her eyes were bloodshot red, she was shaking from anger, anxiety and sadness and it’s all my fault.

“No, baby ple-”

“You.” her tone was stone cold, “You don’t get to call me that anymore” she hiccupped and continued packing.

“Wanda, I think it’s best if you leave,” Rhodey pointed to the door but I stood my ground.

“No, I already fucked up, I need to fix this I need to fix what I’ve done,” 

“You can’t!,” Y/N screamed. She never raised her voice when we argued, I knew I fucked up, big time.

“You can’t take back what you said. Even if you didn’t mean it. I’d never do you like that, Wanda. EVER” she threw her toiletries in the duffle bag and zipped it up.

“You can’t come back from telling someone you don’t love them,” She tried to walk past me but I caught her bicep while she tried yanking herself away, I just couldn’t let her go. 

“Let’s sit and talk about this. Let’s solve this how we solve all of our other arguments,”

“This isn’t like our other arguments though, Wanda!” she was right.

“We can’t sit and talk on our bed, criss-cross applesauce and just gaze into each other’s eyes, We can’t hold hands and start our conversation with ‘I feel’, we can’t have a calm, loving conversation about this. I was willing, I was coming to pull you aside so we COULD but you’d already gone behind my back and told everyone else what you should have been telling me.”

I had nothing to say at that point because she was absolutely right.

“You can’t fix this. Not now anyway,” She sniffled and wiped her eyes, tightening the duffle bag on her shoulder

“I need time to think things over. Please just give me time, don’t push me. Give me the time and space I need”

“Y/N please,” I couldn’t let her run away like this.

This is our very first big argument after two years of dating. We were always that couple to walk away when we got too angry to prevent saying words that could hurt each other because you can’t take those hurtful words back. We were that couple to come back when we were calm and were able to regroup, that way we could actually solve the issue. We knew that yelling solved nothing, screaming at each other was no way to be heard, but this was completely different. I had said something way out of line and had no excuse for it other than being afraid. I didn’t talk to her directly about how I felt, I told everyone else except her.

“Wanda, let her go. You both could use some space” Rhodey came to her defense as she walked away from me.

“We don’t need space, we need closure, I can’t lose her, I can’t just let her walk away, we need closure!”

My eyes burned and itched due to the tears. I couldn’t lose her.

“Yeah well ya sure fucked up with that one didn’t you?”

“Not now, Sam! Please not now.” I pleaded. I already know I fucked up big time, I don't need him reiterating that fact.

“Well when then, Wanda? You just hurt the most precious soul on this team just because you were afraid of something you couldn’t understand. You ruined the chance for any closure when you acted the way you did. When you said the things you did”

“Sam...,” Rhodey nudged him with his elbow. “I think she gets it. I think she got it as soon as the words flew out her mouth” He gave me the most deathly glare that not even Fury could compare to.

“I’m gonna go see where she went. Don’t try to pry in anyone’s head to figure out where. Let her regroup on her own”

I was left standing there with the dresser drawers on her side of the room a mess and hanging out of the dresser themselves. There was stuff that tracked from the bathroom into our room. Small stuff like, her hair ties and her headscarf with her bonnet. I pick those to items up and felt the cool silk on my fingers. It smelled just like her shampoo. Almond milk and coconut. I had to find Rhodey and give these to him. She hates going to sleep without them secured on her head. 

I rushed down the hall and found him in the common area on the phone. I could hear her voice through the phone, it sounded so broken.

“Rhodey...“ I whisper. He looked at me with annoyance which pained me. I handed him the scarf and bonnet before wringing my hands together, “I know she hates to go to bed without them so you can take these to her”

He just nodded his head and turned his back to me and I wanted to listen in but that was not my place. She wanted space and as selfish as I wanted to be, I’m giving her that space.

I walked back into our room and shut the door. I slid down to the floor, mentally beating myself up. There really is no coming back from that. There is no fixing what I said, there’s no fixing the hurt I caused the one person who’s been in my corner this entire time.

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It’d been a good three weeks and I’ve had no contact with Y/N. I wonder how she was doing. I haven't been able to sleep, not without her legs intertwined with mine. I haven't been eating, not without her right there cooking with me and making sure I’m eating reasonable portions, with a healthy snack between meals. I haven’t been able to look at myself in the mirror, not without her standing there right beside me doing her hair and getting ready, or me coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. I’ve been taken off missions due to how reckless I’ve become. I haven't had her yelling at me in my ear that I better make it back on that quinjet safe.

I did all of this to myself and I just want her back. But it’s not that easy.

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-Reader’s POV-

My mind was a mess. How do you look at someone, who you deeply loved, that hurt you... how do you look at them the same? I still loved her, I was still madly in love with her, but she had to know that she wouldn’t get away that easily. She needed to feel what I felt.

I’ve felt enough pain in my life and for someone who I trusted to a great deal to treat me and talk about me like a monster was a different kind of hurt. It hurt worse than what I went through when I was held in captivity and experimented on for years on end. She was my light at the end of the tunnel but now it just felt like her silhouette blended in with the darkness and I was just aimlessly wandering in the dark.

When my dad calls now I keep things vague. I don't want to dwell on this much longer, it’s like picking an icky scab and not letting it heal. I greatly appreciate the effort but it’s becoming overwhelming to anticipate that one phone call and knowing the upcoming questions.

I didn’t tell dad where I went, but I told him that I was most certainly safe, with much thanks to Clint. The kids and his wife loved me so he was already more than willing to let me stay. Even though me staying here kind of put him in a bad spot since he considers Wanda like another daughter and him not being able to fill her in on my status.

Right now it was me and Laura binge watching our favorite cartoon. The Misadventures of Flapjack. 

The kids went to bed and she was just waiting for Clint to get back, he explained this mission to be all hands on deck but I temporarily “retired” so I told him these hands would not be working. It’s about two hours past his estimated time and I can tell Laura was getting worried.

“He’s Clint. He’s coming back home” I pat her knee and finished my glass of wine before going to fill my cup once again. I see why people seek comfort in wine, it mellows you out. It made me feel warm and with that warmth I used it to simulate human contact.

As I came back from the kitchen, Clint walked in with a worried expression on his face. 

“Sweetheart how’d it go? What the hell took you so long? I was worried sick” Laura got up from her seat and set her wine glass on the table before walking up to him and kissing and hugging him but slapping his arm in disapproval. I felt the heat envy run down my body. I miss doing that with Wanda when she went on a mission without me and vice versa.

He looked at me before looking back to Laura and shaking his head. 

“Hun, let me talk to Y/N alone, please”

Our breath hitched in unison, we know that was never good. Laura eyed me before sending a sad smile and heading upstairs.

“Y/N, sit down”

My body reacting faster than my brain, automatically sitting down and clutching my wine glass. He sat in front of me on the coffee table and leaning on his knees.

“I know your mind is all over the place and I don’t want to put you in even more pain than you already are but you deserve to know”

I didn’t like the sound of this. This news could be about anybody. I carried everybody on the team close to my heart and he knew that.

“Clint who is it? What happened? Don’t sugarcoat it for me, just rip the band- aid right off,” my voice began to shake and it wasn’t because of the wine, “Just say it.“

He gave a deep sigh and whatever he was about to say didn’t make sense to him, he was still trying to process this situation. He was stalling though.

“Clint, plea-“

“Wanda might not make it, Y/N”

My world literally froze. I felt like gagging, I felt dazed, like everything was spinning, like I was sucked into a black hole with no way out. I was feeling too much at once.

“W-what do you mean she might not make it, Barton. What are you saying?” my chest was past the stage of aching at this point.

“She..” He clenched his eyes shut and shook his head, “She’s been a mess... she was taken off missions because of how bad things have gotten with her since you guys separated... but since this was everyone on board we needed her but that wasn’t a good idea”

“Clint, tell me what happened to my Wanda” I felt hot tears already falling out my eyes.

“She was trying to protect Peter and Rhodey when they were getting shot at and... and she got caught in the crossfire. She’s been in surgery since we came back. That’s what took me so long,” He had tears in his eyes but he was adamant on letting them fall “Before she went out cold she wanted anyone who got in contact with you first to let you know that she never meant to hurt you and that she never stopped loving you and she’s sorry for letting her fears take over. She-“ 

He paused like he was conflicted over whether he really wanted to finish.

“She said that she’s glad it was her and not Rhodey or Peter. She said she’s glad to go out knowing she protected someone you loved.”

God why does this have to happen?

“But she didn’t! She didn’t because she didn’t protect herself!” The wine glass shattered in my hand.

“Take me to her, Clint, or at least tell me where she is so I can be there. She’s gonna make it, she has to!” I wrapped my arms around him and sobbed. I should have been there, I could have had her back.

“I’ll tell Laura the situation and I’ll take you to her. But only if you think you’re ready to see her the state that she’s in”

“Whether I’m ready or not, I need to go!”

~~~~~~~~

I rush in through the automatic doors of the hospital and saw everyone sitting with their heads down.

“Guys.” I sounded so gross and congested.

“Y/N..” my dad walked swiftly to me and pulled me into his arms

“It’s all my fault” I couldn’t stop the sobbing.

“No one blames you Y/N, so why are you blaming yourself?” Steve interjected.

I looked at him like he was crazy, “Well who else’s fault is it? Had I controlled myself that day during the mission none of this would have happ-“

A nurse shushed me but I was not having it 

“You shut the hell up” I pointed my finger at her and she just put her hands up as she walked away.

I realized I probably should try a little harder to calm down.

“This wouldn’t be happening if it weren’t for me” I shrug my shoulders as I plop down in a chair and play with my hands.

“Y/N,” my dad knelt down in front of me and held my hands, “casualties happen, sweetie. As unfortunate as it is they happen. But I know for sure she would not want you blaming yourself like this. She’s a fighter. She’s not going to give up” 

He squeezed my hands in reassurance and I stubbornly nod my head. I didn’t know how much longer I could wait for news on how she’s doing and her status.

~~~~~~~~~~

We all waited another good couple of hours. Peter curled up in the seat and biting his nails, Sam had his head hanging back and was snoring, Tony was nodding off, Bruce and Steve were fidgeting, Bucky was zoned out, Vis and Thor hadn’t said a single word since we’ve been here.  Natasha got everyone coffee, for those who were still awake, but my coffee was getting cold, I was non-stop pacing, my dad and Clint just kept telling me to sit down. But I couldn’t.

I was starting to lose hope when a women in surgical attire and blood smears all on them walked in. She takes off her mask before asking, “Maximoff?”

Everyone immediately woke and stood up. 

“What’s her status?” I stepped forward. “Please say she’s okay. I can’t lose her” I felt the tears resurfacing.

“Calm down, darling,” she held my hands, “It took a long time but there were some bullets lodged in some tough areas of her body. We actually lost her twice on the table-”

“What?!“ My voice octaves higher

“BUT, we were able to revive her and stabilize her. She’s a strong one. She was fighting to stay alive in that OR”

I felt the weight of the world finally fall off my shoulders. I crouched and hugged my knees and just sobbed. The ugly face, the hiccupping, the whole shebang. 

“She’s going to be okay. Your girlfriend is going to be okay,” The doctor crouched right down beside me in comfort. “Whatever happened between you two, you guys can finally fix it and move forward”

“How did you know?” I wiped my nose on my sleeve and sighed.

“I’m a surgeon. I see this a lot. I have so many couples come in here and have the same look on your face of fear and regret. Not everyone is as lucky as you. You guys get a second chance. Don’t miss out on it”

She was right, life is too short and too easily lost.

“When can I see her?”

“She’s still under anesthesia right now. She’ll be under for about another half hour or until she wakes up on her own. But I’ll let you go ahead and sit in there until she wakes up. Just be warned the sight you’re going to see will not be pretty.”

I nodded and she helped me stand up. Before she took me to Wanda’s room, she explained to us how Wanda would need to take it slow for a few months and go to physical therapy. 

The doctor finally leads me to Wanda’s room and I see her through the window. She looked so bad I felt another wave of tears. Her skin was greyish, The dark circles under her eyes were alarming. She was wrapped up in so many bandages all over her body. Her face was bruised. She looked dead, even though she was very much alive. She had a breathing tube in her mouth and my stomach turned.

The doctor opened the door for me and pulled up a chair right beside Wanda’s bed and sat me down.

“Try and relax. The tube will be removed soon. She’ll wake up shortly after that and you guys can patch everything up”

I gave her a gracious thank you and turned back to Wanda after she left.

“How could you be so reckless?,” I whispered as I held her hand, “How could you think I’d possibly be okay with you putting yourself in harm’s way whether we’re having a rough patch or not?”

I cried and cried, I’m not sure how I have anything to let out at this point.

“I know you, Wanda... you let pain get to you and then you just want it to end, You thought I was so upset with you that you assumed I would be happy that you were gone when I could never. NEVER, make it without you by my side,”

“Baby, you’re my everything and I’m sorry so fucking sorry this had to happen to bring us back together but we get the second chance others don’t and I don’t want to waste it”

I knew she couldn’t hear me. Or maybe she could and just thought she was dreaming.

I don’t know how much time passed. I just wanted to see her eyes again. The doctor came back in to remove her breathing tube and told me it shouldn’t be too much longer until she woke up.

I felt her hand twitch in mine and she began to cough and stir.

“Calm down, babe. It’s okay just breathe,” I stand and lean towards her, smoothing her hair down. Here eyes snapped open at the sound of my voice and instantly her red eyes flooded with tears.

“I’m dead aren’t I?,” She questioned. I looked at her as if she was crazy. “I must be... because there’s no way you’re actually here..” She cried and stared at me without blinking. She stared at me in the way that if she closed her eyes for a even millisecond I’d disappear.

“No, baby I’m here. You’re very much alive”

“You’re not really here. You hate me too much for you to actually be here.” Her face twisted in hurt and looked down.

“I never hated you, Wanda. Don’t say that”

She wheezed as she cried and I did everything I could to calm her down, she’s already in so much pain, I know this isn’t helping her situation. The bottle of water the nurse gave me, I held to her lips and helped her hydrate.

“I know this is a lot to handle right now. So let’s just appreciate the fact that we’re in each other’s presence again, despite the circumstances, we’re here. We get a second chance. I can’t risk losing you anymore. I need you. I don’t care how cheesy it sounds. I need you, Wanda. I love you so much”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” She winced as she turned her head to look at me, “I never meant those things I’m sorry I got insecure and so scared that I fucked us up”

I shook my head and placed my hand on her cheek.

“Everyone filled me in on how bad things have gotten with you..,” She closed her eyes and sighed, “We will talk about this when we get back home. I just need you to rest up,”

She looked at me as if she was terrified. “I can’t sleep. I can’t close my eyes, if I do you’ll be gone a-and-” her vitals started to rise and the heart monitor beeped faster than normal.

I gave her a reassuring smile before kissing each knuckle on her hand, “I’ll still be here when you wake up. I promise”

~~~~~~~

-Wanda’s POV-

I had to stay in the hospital for a few more days and take antibiotics while the doctors kept track of the condition of my wounds. Once I was cleared I was finally able to go home, with Y/N by my side.

When we got to the compound everyone was making sure I was okay before departing so me and Y/N could finally talk about the things we’ve pretty much been waiting a month to talk about.

I sat myself up against the headboard of our bed and she sat directly in front of me. 

“Before you start I want to apologize for how I acted-”

“Y/N don't do that. Don’t do that to yourself, don’t take the blame,” I shake my head at her and played with my fingers, “Just...hush for a few and let me explain,”

“No, it’s my turn to go first. Last time we had to have a talk you went first, but it’s my turn this time”

I sigh and nodded my head, remembering our last talk.

“I think it’s time I finally tell you everything. From the time I was captured and how my mutation came about. I’ve kept you in the dark about it long enough”

“Y/N, you don’t have to do th-”

“Except I do,” She looked me in my eyes and shrugged while giving me a small half smile, “I know you’ve been wondering. Dad’s been wondering. Everyone has been wondering. Everyone’s story is known except mine and I don’t think that’s fair. It’s just so fucked that I was embarrassed but you deserve to know. Especially after seeing all that you did that day.”

My lips moved to talk but I’ve cut her off enough already, and I know that’s a pet peeve of hers.

(TW for next section: Death, blood, forced child experimentation, kidnapping, guns, needles)

“I uh... I was on the train with my mom. I was 10, a day after my birthday, the train ride was something I’ve always wanted to do, I told my mom that’s all I wanted, was a train ride into the countryside. The train got hijacked by a few Norwegian men. I was the only child on the train that day. I knew exactly what I was wearing. I had on a black shirt with sunflowers and denim overalls with my heelys, I loved those things so much, I skated all the way to the train station,”

Y/N took a pause and let out a shaky sigh.

“I was skating back and forth happily chanting ‘mama look at me, I taught myself a new trick’, she was so proud of me,” I could see the tears welling in her eyes, I felt like shit for allowing herself to relive this day and experience, “I bumped into a guy and as I looked up at him, he held a finger up to his lips, shushing me, before snatching me and putting his hand over my mouth and in that moment, seven other men stood up and pulled out their guns, my mom stood up to go after me but one of them held a gun to her head,”

“Y/N, you can stop if you ne-”

“I need to talk about this, Wanda” when she looked at me the tears finally fell.

“They told her if she made another move they’d blow her head right off her shoulders right there,” I moved to grab her hands and she squeezed the life out of them but I didn’t mind, “A few people had been running so the men started firing and I was kicking and fighting the guy but he... he was like a boulder that I just couldn't move, I felt so useless”

She sniffled and closed her eyes, she took a pause and I gave her the time she needed. 

“Wanda, so much blood painted the seats and the floor...”

I ran my thumb over her knuckles letting her know I was here no matter what and I understood if she needed to stop.

“The men looked at me and my mom. Ezra, he had his gun against my mom’s forehead. He said ‘we take child and no one else has to die’, but my mom made an effort to get the gun from him but they were so much faster, Wanda, so much fucking faster”

I hated hearing this, I hated knowing this happened to her, I hated knowing that she lived with this every single day. I felt sick to my stomach, I wanted to clasp my hand around her mouth so I didn’t need to hear anymore, so she didn’t have to walk through this anymore. But she’s harbored it enough and she deserves my full attention and support no matter how much hearing this disturbed me.

“Everything happened in slow motion, it’s like I saw the bullets slowly come out of their chamber. I saw the look on my mom’s face before the bullets made contact. They... they blasted her like they were a firing squad and she was on death row,”

She let out the most heart-wrenching sob I’ve ever heard.

“I screamed so loud and hard my throat bled. When I heard you were caught in the crossfire while on a mission it felt like I was reliving that day.”

I tried my best to keep my tears at bay but that failed miserably.

“I saw my mom lie there with so many bullet entries it was unreal. Some shot straight through her and landed right at my feet. I could only imagine how dad felt when he had to identify her and then him not being able to find me,” she hurriedly wiped her tears and tried her best to pull herself together before continuing, “Once damn near everyone in the train car died, the men changed their clothes and forced me to get off at the next stop with them and act normal or else they’d kill me too. As appealing as it sounded, I complied . They took me to a secluded area before knocking me out with the butt of one of the guns that killed my mother. When I woke up I was strapped to a metal slate inside what I can only describe as a big test tube.”

She wiped my tears and took my hands back in hers.

“They captured nothing but children from ages maybe 5 to 12. They were in similar tubes like me. Next thing I know I hear blood-curdling screams. As I look around I see all the other children being penetrated with a bunch of needling all over their bodies. I look down and I start seeing the needles coming out of the casing of the tube towards me. I was so numb I didn’t even scream, not even when a needle pierced my eye and injected a serum right into it.”

She blinked fast and winced as if she was feeling it happen again. I felt my eyes sting and water at the description. I was getting uncomfortable at the fact she had to go through this, like people actually did this twisted shit.

“I was the only kid to survive out of the other ninety-nine that were there... because I was luckily number one hundred they continued experimenting on me. They’d inject me with different serums, leave me in rooms of different types of nerve gasses, they paralyzed me,” she hiccupped and stood up off the bed shaking her legs as if to make sure they still worked, making sure the feeling was still there, “They’d put me in different mind-altering situations. They’d beat me until my abilities started to surface and that wasn’t even until I was thirteen.”

She started pacing and I could tell she was starting to panic but she ignored my advances to calm her down.

“Once they started to show it got worse. They’d tie me up and put me in baths with dry ice, burning me. My only way to save myself was to remove a part of my subconscious and personify it to get me out. They’d lock me in vaults with deadly snakes, spiders, anything. Tie me down in a tube and remove the oxygen so I couldn’t breathe, kind of what like Wade went through. They temporarily made me blind for months on end so I wouldn’t rely on my eyesight to see my enemies and fight. They made me deaf, so I didn’t rely on my sense of hearing. I couldn’t hear my own screams. They purposely wouldn’t let me sleep so I would hallucinate, it was like experiencing death first-hand without actually dying. They tortured me up until I was 17 when I was able to kill most of them”

She finally stopped pacing and looked me dead in my eyes.

“They named me Phantom because when they forced me to hurt and kill other people the victims looked at me like they saw a ghost. Because I stalked and haunted the victims like an evil spirit. Because they fucked up my genetic code so bad it was practically gone, to where I pretty much don’t exist right now, Wanda. Because when my abilities are triggered my eyes turn a blinding white. Because I was a pawn for years to do their dirty and when I showed up on surveillance all they could see was a white cloud... like an apparition, a phantom that haunts the lonely roads...”

She sat back down with me on the bed and shook her head

“One day in my cell, the different parts of my subconscious personified themselves on their own and they helped me take them down. Seeing Ezra still alive that day triggered something horrid in me and I couldn’t turn it off. When I found my dad I felt human again. He never stopped looking for me but he came up with no luck until one day I showed up in dirty white scrubs.”

That was only three years ago. She was able to adjust to normal life some how within the span of a year, then she met me.

I hugged her tight and cried in her shoulder, I felt selfish for not even trying to understand her predicament.

“When dad helped me adjust to normal life again and the team found out about me and my abilities they accepted me and helped me use them to save people. To use them for good, to rewrite my story for a better outcome, then I met you and you were just like me and I felt whole for the first time ever”

“And I r-ruined it” I stuttered.

I picked my head up and looked at her with so much regret I felt like I was going to be sick and pass out.

“You didn’t deserve that, any of it, not from me, or them. Anyone,” I brought her body close to mine and she curled right into me, “Let me make this right”

“Wanda we’re already on the road to making things right. Yeah the things you said broke me, but we can work to mend it. I’ve probably said some things to hurt you before but we’re in this together and I don’t want to focus on mishaps. I want to focus on the now. And right now I just want to lay in your arms and love you and have you love me.”

I lay down and pull her close to me, kissing all over her face. I missed this. I don’t want to lose this ever again.

“That can be arranged,”

We were far from perfect and a lot of work had to be done on my part to fix this and gain her trust back, but I was willing to do anything for this woman that was here in my arms like a koala to a tree. I don’t care how long it took to mend us, as long as we became one again, that’s all that mattered to me. 

I want her to know how sickingly in love with her I am, it’s almost annoying to some. I would accept and love all parts of her. 

I would madly and truly love the being that is Y/N.

I will madly and truly love the being that is Phantom.

___________

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