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chlorinecake · 2 years ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏’𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 — a yang jungwon fanfic

𖦹 ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: from the sweet boy you met at your cafe job to an obsessive psycho, yandere!yang jungwon goes to extreme measures to ensure that you’re his.

➳ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mentions of food, abduction and yandere themes, swearing, violence, crying, angst, hickeys, non-con kissing and touching, nudity ~

𖦹 ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.4k | read pt. 2 , 3 , and 4 here

"I brought you some treats! I hope you’re hungry!" Jungwon placed the woven basket of freshly made delights before you on the center of the picnic mat, his cheerful voice snatching your focus from the daunting thoughts clouding your mind.

"Thank you, Won-ah," you smiled, feigning a sense of gratitude towards his unusual gesture.

"So," he began, revealing the goodie’s hidden beneath the white cloth of the basket. "What do you think of my garden?"

"Well, it’s a change that I’ll have to learn to get used to," you admitted, too timid to meet his curious feline eyes. "My life in the city followed a work-sleep-repeat schedule," you went on. "Where I’m from, no one really cared to spend their free time outdoors. Your garden, though... it’s rather strange at best, especially considering that you’ve maintained it all by yourself."

Jungwon simply nodded in response as he arranged a few sandwiches and a bowl of sweet cream and sugar-soaked strawberries for the two of you on a sharing platter, savoring one of the bright red berries in his mouth.

"Jungwon?"

He swallowed and said, "Yes, my love?"

"Are you going to keep me here forever?"

Chirping birds in the distance temporarily filled the silence.

"Hmm… When you’re deeply in love with someone, you often like to think that time is an irrelevant variable. I would say that forever is quite a strong word, yet, a perfect one to describe my infinite love for you." His eyes lit up at the mere thought of infinity and beyond with you, the love of his life.

You nodded in response, taking a corner of one of the sandwiches Jungwon had prepared into your mouth, sinking your teeth into the soft white bread.

"I’m not much of a cook, but I tried to recreate the little sandwiches you used to make me at the cafe to the best of my ability. I remember when you recommended that I try them because they were your favorite lunch item on the menu." He smiled to himself at the memory before searching your features for any clue as to what was going on in your head.

"It’s not identical, but I almost prefer your version of the treat," you admitted, trying to mask the awkwardness between you two. "It’s sweeter. Softer. Unlike the stale bread and recycled fruit I’d make them with at the cafe,"

Jungwon chuckled in response, and your lips couldn’t help but tug upward at each corner. Deep down, you wanted to believe that somewhere in Jungwon’s twisted brain, he was the same shy and innocent boy you previously met at your cafe job on a slow Tuesday morning.

The boy you wanted to learn more about at your own pace and on your own terms.

The boy you used to dream would somehow save you from the mundane patterns of your exhausting city life.

Though, in an odd way, you got what you asked for.

"Jungwon?"

"Yes," he answered, yet asked, slightly curious about your reasons for wanting to question him again.

"Are you anything like the ‘you’ I met before all this?"

It had only been three days since Jungwon had abducted you, hiding you away in his garden of arcane wonders. Before today, you and him had hardly made any conversation since you arrived here, as he didn’t see any need for chatting given the fact that you two had already gotten to know each other personally. Just yesterday, he offered to give you a tour of one of the smaller greenhouses he owned, saying that you would have to wait a while before he showed you the rest of his field. Presently, this is your first time leaving your "room" since day one, mostly for Jungwon’s selfish desires of wanting to have a little picnic date with you. Perhaps this was all a ploy to manipulate your trust. Nonetheless, you wanted to use this time with Jungwon as an opportunity to ask him to clarify his deeper intentions. The only things Jungwon had made verbally clear to you were a set of rules for you to follow and that you were his and his only.

He cleared his throat before saying, "Yes. I am the same Jungwon that you met at the cafe as I am now and always will be. The only thing that’s changed are my feelings for you. They’ve grown since I brought you here with me. Since I’ve shared this part of my life with you." A forlorn expression waved over his features for a moment. He looked into your weak eyes as if speaking to your soul.

"I love you."

You felt obligated to say a set of three words back to him, but they were caught in your throat. You swallowed your own resistance and blurted out a shaky, "I love you, too, Jungwon," hoping that you sounded as sincere as you wanted him to believe you were. It’s not that you were incapable of ever loving Jungwon. At one point, you felt like you almost did. Unfortunately, all of those "what ifs" went out the window after the garden. Even after considering Jungwon’s plea for innocence, you felt in your gut that you still couldn’t trust him. Rightfully so, given that he had already betrayed your trust on such a level. Your false confession of love rang true to Jungwon’s ears, and the forlorn look on his face faltered, being replaced with his familiar smile. It startled you to see how the smile of his that used to comfort you had already become one of fright.

"Come here," he said, motioning for you to sit on his lap in a lotus position. He braced the small of your back with his larger hand, the other hand alternating between exploring either your thigh, cheek, or loose baby hairs. You could hardly keep eye contact with him, missing the close proximity you two had once enjoyed on the checkered picnic mat.

"I think it’s only fair that I ask you a question of my own, seeing that you’ve interrogated me twice thus far."

In that moment, Jungwon somehow made you feel guilty for not trusting him. It's been a few days, and you’ve been alright as rain under his sheltering. He certainly had been as sweet as the boy you first met, but you still couldn’t let his words disregard the facts. Jungwon had kidnapped you and never intended on letting you go. He lured you in like a fish in water, and you took the bait. Trying to avoid asking him what he wanted to know, as that would be yet another question on your behalf, you confessed, saying: "Whatever the question may be, I promise to answer you truthfully this time. I’m sorry for lying to you about certain things in the past."

You looked so submissive in Jungwon’s eyes while situated in his lap with your legs wrapped around him, his greedy hands left to explore your soft skin and every curve of your anxious body. You regained some ability to maintain eye contact with him while you awaited his question, your docile doe eyes opening a gate to Jungwon’s wildest fantasies of you, as your two hearts were the only beats present in this lonely field. You noticed Jungwon’s previously innocent aura falter into a darker, more lustful one upon feeling the sensation of his length growing harder beneath you. Your eyes fell to his lap and widened at the sight of his bulge.

"Jungwo-" he stopped you mid-sentence by taking your chin in his free hand, forcing you to meet his eyes. He remembered your previous confession of dishonesty regarding your past interactions with him, inspiring a catalog of questions he wanted to ask you before settling on the one most important to him.

"____," he sighed, feeling his body tingle all over at the mere contact with your now goosebump-bathed skin. This state had you both scared for different reasons. For him, it was the closeness of the moment—an obedient you cradled in his embrace like he’d always dreamed of. For you, it was also the closeness, coupled with the sight of an obsessed and hungry Jungwon biting back every will in his body to ravish you on the spot. The dainty meal he had prepared was long forgotten, likely to be left to insects and other wild life to feast upon in the meantime. He smoothed the tiny bumps on your nervous arm with a hard hand, hoping to ease your apparent nerves that only grew with the delay of his question.

"Were you lying to me when you said you weren’t a virgin?"

The question caused a pit to form in your stomach. It was written all over your face. However, as in most cases, Jungwon was more concerned with your answer than how his question made you feel. The fact that he was already hard just made the situation even more painful. He seemed to be patient for your response, but you didn’t want to push your luck and forced yourself to answer, but only with a soft mumble.

"Yes, I- I'm a virgin," you regretfully admitted, looking away from his face again, feeling some sort of strange shame. Silence filled the air as you awaited a sentence from Jungwon that never came. Only his pouty lips linked with yours, not exactly according to the way you previously would’ve preferred your first kiss with him to be, and certainly not under such circumstances. You instinctively pulled away in disgust, but luckily, with him being caught up in his own delusions, he saw your resistance to his kiss as a break for air. Suddenly, the dreamy boy you met in the cafe lost all of his charm, looking no different from a casual pervert.

"You’re mine. From the moment I saw you, I fucking knew your soul belonged to me. It’s hard to believe a beautiful girl like you is so intimately pure." He laved at his own lips, trying to steady his breathing.

"Were you waiting for me? Love?"

You struggled in his grip, senselessly trying to get away from him, knowing that you wouldn’t get very far.

"What is it, _____? I thought you loved me," his voice cracked, almost in a confused cry.

"Eugh!" you squirmed as he held you tighter.

"You can’t force me to love you back!"

That comment stung like a needle in his heart.

"Force you? So you lied to me. Again?"

"I can learn to love you, Jungwon! Just not like this!" You pleaded with him, your eyes beginning to well with tears. Though his despair soon returned to its original lustful desires. He pushed you off of his lap and pinned you by your hands to the picnic mat, your arms framing your head so gracefully.

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this—to be so close to you that we’re breathing each other’s air," he confessed in between a trail of wet kisses, his sugary pink saliva glistening on your neck and collarbone under the sunlight peeking through the trees. He hungrily nibbled on your exposed skin, causing a moan to erupt from your throat unintentionally. The vibrations from your throat tantalized his lips, forcing a low grunt from him as he smirked against your flesh, the once-uncomfortable nips turning into painful pinches. His hand focused on kneading your hip before gripping your waist, the other curiously hovering over one of your breasts before taking hold of it like his life depended on it.

"Please, Jungwon-ah," you whimpered, your tears still too shy to fully come out, or perhaps it was the newfound anger and hate you’d developed for him that hindered your tears from flowing. He stopped his ministrations to your neck and chest momentarily, his elbows caging you beneath him. He stared at you with an uncanny fondness, thinking to himself how much he’d like to force those bashful tears out of your eyes with his greedy dick alone.

"Shh, my flower... You have nothing to be afraid of. You’re safe here with me," he said in a soft voice, causing you to spiral in your head, a thick tear finally daring to tip over the damp edge of your lower eyelid. His eyes followed the tear, sliding down your cheeks before resting in the crook of your chest. He dove down to catch the liquid with his tongue, but was halted by a harsh slap planted right across his face. ‘Why did I do that?’ you thought to yourself.

"You little bitch," he cursed, flipping you on your stomach and restraining your movements with much greater success than before. He unzipped his pants and pressed his hardness on your back, leaning close enough to your ear so you could hear the sick nothings he whispered to you.

"Do you feel that, love? That’s how much power you have over me. My manhood has always been my weakest member. It submits to you in ways I both love and hate. But I have control over your entire body, and don’t you ever fucking forget that," he ordered, sitting on your legs as he hurriedly stammered to remove your clothing. You knew that at this point, fighting wouldn’t help you, but the haste with which your clothes were flying off your body only added fuel to your rage. You felt foolish, used, and soon to be abused under his tight grip. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and you damned yourself for not seeing it any sooner. A cacophony of thoughts ran through your head, making you feel much more than half-crazy. You wanted to cry, and you did. You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. The only sound that escaped your mouth was a weak, raspy sentence:

"I’m not a flower, Jungwon."

He stopped abruptly, staring at your bare and bruised figure beneath him, glistening in a sheen of sweat. Your rebuttal rang true in his ears, and he said to himself, yes, you were indeed far from a flower. For now, that is. His aggressive demeanor switched to that of a more calm and understanding one. He leaned down to gently peck an appealing corner of your neck that he had previously marked, a cherry red hue rising to the surface of your skin. He then trailed a finger down your spine, saying something that you didn’t know was either to you or himself.

"Why didn’t I think of that before? Every flower ought to have petals." You were very confused yet grateful that the abuse didn’t go any further, with Jungwon leaping off of your tired body and running off to his personal shed, leaving a naked, crying you sprawled upon the checkered picnic mat alone under the sun. The once tasty delights had become the second most disgusting thing in the dreaded garden, with Jungwon placing first.

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✎ ᴀ/ɴ: in no way, shape, or form does this fanfic intend to romanticize unhealthy relationships or abusive behaviors. i simply write for entertainment and creative purposes. thus, reader discretion is always advised.

☆ ᴘ.ꜱ: this is my first fanfic, so i really hope you all enjoyed this short story! if it seems like i got a little carried away with myself here, it’s because i originally wrote this idea about someone else but changed my mind last minute haha… feel free to put in any requests for future works and provide feedback! love always <3

#enhypen #enhypen hard hours #jungwon hard hours #jungwon hard thoughts #yandere jungwon #jungwon suggestive #jungwon ff #enhypen angst #yang jungwon #kpop ff #jungwon smut #enhypen smut #enha smau #enha smut #enha hard hours

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brittle-doughie · 1 year ago

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Infinity and Beyond - Looking Into The Sweet Signals from Space Update!

We’re finding the imposters among us with this one!

The aim of this concept is to have it be a multi-update deal akin to the Dragons storyline with how they say “like the dragon series, we’re diving into a story set in a rich, expansive universe”. This peaked my interest, I’d love to see what they have in store! I know there are some folks who like or don’t like the Dragons story, so I wonder what you all think of this!

Meet Astronaut Cookie! She’s cute, has an ice cream sandwich satellite for a pet, even has a cat cookie motif with her costume? What more could you want! Yeah, her skill might be a bit too reminiscent of Cyborg’s (who also got a skin after 84 years lol), but I’m willing to look past that.

Alright, I’m kind of vibing with the setting already, cookies are probably toothpaste, wonder if they clean your teeth when eaten. How does one “escape” or even fortify against a blackhole? The event itself sounds similar to the Sugar Maze event to me…in a way somehow. Wait, why is Stollen Cookie here?Also Planet H A M B O R G A R

I’m now getting Star Wars: Rogue One flashbacks. Just like Cyborg, it’s been 84 years since he got attention, so I’m happy to see he got a cool skin to deck himself out with!

The Surprise Bears. They can either go well or go very poorly, still means I don’t have to run over and over again for the god damn legendary ingredients. However, I do hope the challenges aren’t meant to be a cap in any way, since that already drags it down when you were able to AFK for hours beforehand, even if it sucked. Team Fight getting a gem boost might give me more incentive to play.

(Gmod flatline sound effect plays)

The Deal with Legendaries is canceled, y’all /j. I can’t keep up with their pace, bro. I’m over here trying to write it from time to time and they already have another one on the way, I’m dead. Xylitol Nova himself is getting flak for having a supposedly dull design unworthy of the rarity, I’m already seeing it in the QRTs on Twitter lol. For me, I’ll wait until I cast judgment, he has a pretty cool skin though…

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(Astronaut Cookie looked all around her new setting, seeing the city’s sleek, clean, futuristic design she hasn’t seen much of back on Earthbread. The cookies here didn’t look all that different too, save for their ingredients being possibly toothpaste in some capacity. She was caught staring at this one cookie in particular, she observed them inspecting the shield and instructing the robots to different spots close to the barrier, Xylitol Nova Cookie chuckled at her once he noticed.)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Ah, I see you’ve taken an interest in one of my cookies. That would be Xylitol Y/N Cookie, they’re in charge of making sure the barrier is in peak performance, they’ve been hard at work ever since we’ve seen reports of the blackhole.

(Xylitol Nova walked over to them as Astronaut followed. Meanwhile, you were instructing both cookies and robots alike on the status of the barrier, making sure that no fault in any way was detected. Until the voice of someone very familiar to you called your name..)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Hello, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. How are you doing?

(You greeted Xylitol Nova in return and proceeded to ramble on about the barrier. You did your best at trying to speak to him, but couldn’t ignore that cookie next to him staring at you. It also looked like Xylitol Nova wasn’t taking your analysis seriously with that smile of his, something that bothered you to no end!)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: How routine of you, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. Always thinking about the barrier when we haven’t had any issues in the past couple rotations. We have a guest here today and I’d like for you to meet her-

(You couldn’t, you had to inspect the rest of the barrier-when Xylitol Nova Cookie suddenly hugged you from behind with a strong grip, a scene that made Astronaut Cookie feel…envious. You complained and grumbled as you try fruitlessly to free yourself)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Xylitol Y/N Cookie. You are taking a break from now until further notice, I’d hate to use my authority on you, but this is for your own good. Feel free to interact with your fellow cookies, come and see me in my residence, or even introduce yourself to our guest here~! (I’d prefer you pick the second option in my opinion)

(You continued to struggle until it felt tighter to move, you looked to your front to see Astronaut Cookie hugging you from the front, her head resting on your chest. You swear she’s…shaking a little bit?)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: What do you know? Even our visitor is agreeing with me, she appears to have taken a liking to you too.

(…Who was this?)

#brittle speaks #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run ovenbreak x reader #crob x reader #crob #astronaut cookie #xylitol nova cookie #cookie run update

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joyfuladorable · 2 years ago

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Any headcanons about peni and miles and Gwen.

A few!

I have a fondness for young characters who end up gaining a bunch of surrogate older siblings, so Peni now holds that honor as well!

I think the events that (further) traumatized Peni are the incident with Addy Brock and VE#m and the death of her Aunt May. The comic issue didn’t really have the time to dig into that, but I’d love if Spider-Verse changes it so that Addy and Peni get to be friends before the disaster with VE#m happens. And then after all that, it’d be like the end of that story where she’s talking with her Uncle Ben before Spider-Ham portals to her to invite her into the Society.

At some point she learns about Canon Events and is Devastated. Like, she really Couldn’t have saved her aunt and Addy even if she’d Tried? Her dad was Meant to Die?? She gets comfort from the older Spideys; but I think especially Gwen, who’s absolutely avoiding thinking about her own dad and what him being a Police Captain means. Once things have (hopefully) settled in Beyond, I like to imagine Miles also gaining the older sibling status.

Anyways, headcanons!!

- Peni Canonically Loves Music, even going so far as playing it while she fights crime, so her and Gwen and Miles (and obviously Hobie and Pavitr and Margo) enthusiastically share their musical tastes with each other

- In the same vein, I just want them to hangout as friends so they have like weekly game nights sharing different card and board games and Pavitr keeps trying to convince everyone to let him run a ttrpg he really likes

- Peni and Margo figure out how to make inter-dimensional Wi-Fi so the teens also play MMOs together even when they’re in their respective universes

- Peni watches Hobie and Gwen play a gig and is enamored by the drums so she asks Gwen to teach her and oh Wow what a great outlet she should’ve tried this Sooner (please imagine Spider hanging from a cymbal as Peni plays and doing that cartoon zaggy vibration whenever it’s hit)

- Lots of hopping between each other’s universes cuz I want them to spend even More time together and have like cultural exchanges and stuff

- When Peni eventually divulges how she got her powers and what happened to her dad and the whole Oscorp technically being her employer thing, the protective older siblings instincts come out and one day her Uncle Ben looks up from his work to see his niece flanked by several angry looking teens

- I know this is supposed to be a Peni Gwen Miles friendship dynamic ask but Peni would get along so well with the other teens like if you’ve seen Peni’s room in the comics she’s a big fan of punk rock and would absolutely be besties with Hobie. Then there’s Pavitr and their sunshine personalities would elevate each other! And, as I’ve mentioned before Peni and Margo are Tech Buddies!!!

- A sign of trust from Peni is if she lets you hold Spider. A high honor! Miles doesn’t get it when she just drops em on his shoulder one day when she goes to do something, so when Gwen tells him he tears up a little bit (a lotta bit)

- okay, and finally, if you’ve read the Spider-Verse Unlimited: Infinity story with Peni, you know she wants to be Normal very Badly and does the usual awkward kid thing of trying to fit in with the Popular Kids’ interests while keeping her secret identity safe during the inevitable calls to hero duty interrupting her time with friends. She doesn’t have to do that with her Spidey buds/siblings!! An alert of trouble while hanging with them means some epic team-up fights!!! Chosen family, My Beloved…

#spiderverse #atsv #across the spiderverse #still spoilers I think so #atsv spoilers #across the spider verse spoilers #peni parker #not tagging the other kids since this is Peni-centric #took me a bit to answer cuz I work a full-time job lol #sea rambles

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papernrubber · 15 days ago

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Hey! As agreed, I brought chapter one of the Ziam fanfic. Don't forget to tell me what you guys think.

Unspoken Words | Ziam

Chapter 1

Eyes can't shine

Unless there's something burning bright behind

Since you went away, there's nothing left in mine

I feel myself running out of time

And now I'm one step closer to being

Two steps far from you

(Infinity - 1D)

Liam Payne A few days later

Doing this community work in person was one of the best decisions I've ever made. Just like during the pandemic, the feeling of helping people is something beyond measure. I've always felt like I was literally born to save and help others—that's always been my biggest purpose.

Especially because, right now, my biggest need is also to help myself. The battle to stay sober has been tough, but I have hope that this will be another one I’ll overcome—no matter how hard things get.

Right now, I’m living in London. My life has been calmer than I expected it to be. I’ve been avoiding events, but there are some I just can’t skip. One of them was an interview I attended and, well… after over 40 days sober, I had a relapse.

This weekend, I was supposed to be with Bear since it was something I had arranged with Cheryl. We got along really well, even after the breakup. Can’t say the same about Maya, though. That breakup was messy, and something tells me it's not over yet.

I had my phone propped up on the kitchen counter while I talked to Louis.

"Tommo, you should join in too, it’s gonna be fun."

"I’d love to, but I’m kinda drowning in stuff right now. Maybe I’ll show up as a surprise one day."

"I’m sure the kids will love it."

"How do you even know that, Payno? You haven’t even been there yet."

"I just know, duh. You know that even with our solo careers, people will always connect us to the band, especially the younger ones."

"I hate to say this, but you might be right. Just maybe."

"I’m always right, lad."

"Screw you, Payno. Hey. I talked to Niall yesterday."

"Oh yeah? I miss Niall, I think it’s been weeks since I last talked to him."

"He wants to set up something, get the group together. You know? I already told him I’m in, as long as he doesn’t invite Zayn."

When he said Zayn’s name, I sighed, running a hand over my face.

"Either way, I doubt he’d even come."

"He shouldn’t. It wouldn’t make sense for him to meet up with us."

"Maybe."

"I know you don’t like when we talk about this, but it’s the truth."

"You know what I think about it, Tommo. You used to think the same way."

"I did. Before he did what he did. Or better yet, what he didn’t do. That was the problem."

"I get you."

"Of course, you do. You’re you."

"I’ll take that as a compliment."

"I would never compliment you."

"Yeah, sure. I’ll pretend I believe that."

"Alright, Payno. I gotta go. Freddie wants to play ball. See you later."

"Alright. Say hi to the little one for me."**

"Sure. Bye."

Instead of waving, he gave me the middle finger and hung up the call.

I put my phone aside, debating what to do. My fingers moved almost automatically to Zayn’s Instagram. He didn’t have many photos, and he rarely posted stories. I couldn’t even remember the last time we talked. It was literally… just a memory.

It was already nighttime when Cheryl dropped Bear off. After a good dinner (which I ordered, not cooked), we were curled up under the blankets watching cartoons.

"Daddy." Bear poked my face, pulling my attention to him.

"Yeah, buddy?" I smiled, brushing his hair away from his face.

"When are we seeing Freddie again?" he asked. His big, expressive eyes—so much like his mother’s—stared up at me.

"I think soon. His dad and I are planning it… Maybe even Niall and Harry will come." I explained. He already knew who they were, obviously.

"What about Zayn?" he asked, and I sighed.

It wouldn’t be weird if he knew who Zayn was.

"He’s not coming, buddy." I ruffled his hair and gave him a small smile. "Time for bed, huh?"

"Goodnight, Daddy." he grinned, and I kissed his forehead.

"Goodnight, little man."

Zayn Malik

Distancing myself from everything and everyone might’ve been the best decision I ever made—at least at the time I needed it most. It wasn’t easy, especially since my anxiety would kick in and make me feel awful, but I think I’m finally getting past that. That’s why I decided to join this community work.

I was a little anxious about how it would go. The first day was just a quick presentation, followed by a month of hands-on work—both organizing and working with kids.

After my breakup with Gigi, things got even quieter and… stranger. But it made me realize that maybe, I never really loved her the way I thought I did. At least she gave me the most important person in my life—Khai.

That day, I was with my daughter. She was incredibly smart for a three-year-old. She ran around all over the place, loved to scribble on everything—including the walls. That’s why I started encouraging her to paint on paper instead. I’d draw things she liked, and she’d use paint, crayons, or colored pencils. It was the funniest thing ever.

After she fell asleep, it was already late. I lay down, working on a song—Alienated. It was still rough, without a melody yet, but the lyrics were slowly taking shape.

They made me think a lot about my life after I pulled away from everything, choosing to live far from the spotlight. But I had decided I needed to get back into it—I needed to make music again. And I was sure this community work would help me with that too.

Tags: @avibeens @wolfspirit16

#Spotify #zayn malik #one direction #liam payne #ziam fanfiction #zayn malik imagine #ziam #liam payne imagine #ziam mayne

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shadyfestivalperfection · 2 months ago

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AVENGERS: THE CREATOR

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Chapter 2: The Woman Behind the Stones

( Dr. Strange’s pov)

I had been going through the Library of Kamar-Taj for hours, the vast collection of texts stretching far beyond what my mind could grasp. Books filled with sacred knowledge and arcane wisdom from across the multiverse sat silently on the shelves, waiting to be uncovered. But in the corner, nestled in the shadows, an ancient tome caught my eye. It was different from the others—its cover worn, its pages yellowed with age. It was tucked away, as though deliberately hidden from view, yet it felt… familiar.

I reached for it instinctively, a sense of urgency prickling at the back of my mind. As my fingers brushed the edges of the book, an odd tremor ran through me, like the world shifted slightly out of focus. I opened it slowly, my heart racing with the knowledge that something far beyond my understanding was about to unfold.

What I found inside left me speechless.

The text was unlike anything I’d encountered before. The language was foreign, a mix of symbols and inscriptions I couldn’t immediately decode. But there, amid the cryptic writing, was something else—something that chilled me to my core. The book spoke of a being, a female creator, who was responsible for the birth of the Infinity Stones. But the most shocking revelation was that this creator was not some ancient myth. She was alive. On Earth.

I couldn’t believe what I was reading. The stones weren’t just artifacts created by an unknown force—they were the work of a single being, a woman, who had shaped them ten thousand years ago. She had fashioned the stones just after the universe itself was fully formed, harnessing the raw energies of creation itself. Each stone—Power, Time, Space, Reality, Soul, and Mind—was a piece of her design, an intentional fragment of power meant for a purpose I couldn’t yet understand.

I had heard whispers of such things before—rumors, legends, but nothing concrete. Until now. This wasn’t just ancient knowledge; it was a map. A key to understanding the true origins of the stones, the force that bound them, and the mind behind their creation. And worse still—she was still out there, hidden somewhere on this planet.

I couldn’t let it go. I spent the next two days combing through every detail, pouring over the book’s pages, trying to make sense of its meaning. Every word seemed to carry a weight I couldn’t shake, like a burden I wasn’t yet prepared to bear. It became clear that this knowledge was far too dangerous to be left in isolation. If it fell into the wrong hands, the entire universe could be at risk.

I went to Wong for help, of course. He’s the one person I trust to think through things logically when my own mind feels scattered. The moment I told him about the contents of the book, he was stunned into silence. I’d never seen him like this—his usually composed demeanor faltered as he processed the information.

“This… is beyond anything I imagined,” Wong finally said, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and fear. “The creator of the stones? She’s alive?”

I nodded, my own unease mirrored in his words. “She’s here, Wong. And if this knowledge gets into the wrong hands, everything we know is at risk.”

The more we researched, the more the gravity of the situation settled over me like a storm cloud. This woman—this creator—had designed the stones with a purpose, a purpose we had no way of fully understanding yet. The very fabric of reality was tied to her creation. And she had been hiding in plain sight all this time.

I couldn’t stay here any longer, buried in ancient texts. This was bigger than Kamar-Taj. Bigger than me. The fate of the entire universe could hinge on what I had just uncovered.

That’s when I decided. I had to speak to Fury.

Nick Fury was the one person I knew would understand the implications. He may not have been a mystic, but he understood power, and he understood threats. And whatever was inside that book was a threat.

I found him at SHIELD’s base, as usual, in the heart of a storm of chaos. His office was filled with the usual clutter—papers, files, half-drunk cups of coffee—but he stood up when he saw me enter, his posture immediately shifting to something more alert, more focused.

“Strange,” Fury greeted, his one good eye sizing me up. “What’s so urgent?”

I didn’t waste time with pleasantries. I placed the book on the desk in front of him, watching as his gaze flickered to the cover, then back to me. Fury was the master of maintaining composure, but even he couldn’t hide the flicker of curiosity in his eyes.

“I found something,” I said, my voice low. “Something that could change everything we know about the Infinity Stones.”

Fury leaned forward, his expression darkening as he studied the book. He didn’t ask questions right away—he was good at waiting, letting the silence hang until he got what he needed. But I could feel the weight of his scrutiny. This was no ordinary revelation.

“The stones,” I continued, “they weren’t just created by chance. There was someone behind them. A woman. She created them ten thousand years ago, just after the universe was fully formed.”

Fury’s gaze never left the book, but I could see the wheels turning in his head. “And you think she’s still here? Alive?”

“She’s here. Alive. Somewhere on Earth.”

Fury didn’t flinch, but I could tell his mind was racing now, processing the potential threat, the implications of what I was saying.

“I don’t know what her intentions are, Fury,” I said. “But she’s the key to everything. The stones, the balance of power across the universe—it’s all tied to her.”

Fury finally looked up at me, his face hardening with resolve. “We need to find her.”

I nodded, my mind already turning to the next steps. The creator of the Infinity Stones was alive. She was here, on Earth.

“This knowledge,” I said, my voice steady but filled with quiet urgency, “is more dangerous than anything we’ve ever faced. We need to be prepared.”

Fury didn’t waste any time. “We will find her. But for now, we keep this between us. No one else knows about this… yet.”

I nodded. The weight of the book and the knowledge within it still pressed heavily on me. I had uncovered something that could reshape everything we thought we knew about the universe. And if I didn’t handle it carefully, we might all find ourselves at the mercy of forces we weren’t ready to face.

As I left Fury’s office, the book remained locked in my mind, the answers it held still just out of reach, yet tantalizingly close. The creator of the Infinity Stones was real. She was alive.

(Time skip)

It had been a week since I first shared the shocking revelation with Fury about the creator of the Infinity Stones. A week of sleepless nights spent pouring over that mysterious book, hoping to unearth more answers. Wong and I had scoured every corner of Kamar-Taj’s archives, every hidden manuscript, and every old legend we could find. But the deeper we dug, the more elusive the truth became. All we had were scattered fragments—whispers from ancient times, half-forgotten tales, myths passed down through generations. And yet, despite all our effort, there was still no solid evidence.

We couldn’t be sure if it was real or just another legend buried in the annals of history. The only certainty was that we had to find her.

Today, we were set to meet with Fury and the Avengers, a group I never thought would one day sit around the same table as me. They didn’t know what was at stake, but I needed to tell them. They had to understand the gravity of what we were dealing with.

As I entered the conference room, the familiar faces of the Avengers were already seated around the large table. Tony was fiddling with a small gadget, Clint was leaning back with his arms crossed, Bruce was quietly observing everyone, and Thor and Steve were deep in conversation. Natasha’s sharp eyes tracked my every move as I stepped into the room, while Fury sat at the head of the table, as unshakable as ever.

“Strange, come in. We were waiting for you,” Fury said, his voice as commanding as usual.

I nodded, my gaze sweeping across the room. There were so many questions in the air. No one knew exactly why they were here, but today, I would change that.

“So, what’s this about?” Bruce asked, his brow furrowing in that scientist way of his—an analytical mind, always wanting answers.

I didn’t waste time. “I suppose everyone knows about the Infinity Stones.” I let the words hang in the air, knowing they all understood the weight of those six words.

“The Tesseract, inside that holds the Space Stone. That’s the Infinity Stone, right?” Natasha asks , her voice booming with the authority of someone who had been around cosmic forces far older than the Earth itself.

“Yes, and there are five more. A total of six,” I replied, feeling the weight of their collective attention on me. This was it. The moment to reveal the truth.

“So, why are you here?” Tony interrupted, raising an eyebrow with his usual cocky demeanor. His tone was dismissive, but there was a flicker of curiosity behind his words.

I took a deep breath. “A week ago, I found out about the creator of the Infinity Stones.”

The room fell into an eerie silence. Every eye in the room turned to me, disbelief hanging thick in the air. They were waiting for an explanation, but the truth was a hard pill to swallow.

“I thought they were formed by the cosmic entities after the universe began,” Clint spoke up, his voice skeptical. He leaned forward, the disbelief evident in his posture.

“That’s what we were made to think. To avoid people from knowing the truth,” Fury said, his voice gravely serious. His gaze was fixed on me, but I could tell he was already processing the implications.

“How did you know about the creator? And how true is it?” Steve asked, his arms crossed, his jaw clenched. His voice had a sharp edge, but the skepticism in his tone couldn’t hide the underlying tension.

“I found a book. In the Kamar-Taj library,” I explained, my eyes scanning the faces around the table. “It didn’t have a title, and at first, I wasn’t sure what I was looking at. But after days of research… I’m certain. This is 100% true.”

The room went dead quiet again, the gravity of my words sinking in. I could almost feel the gears turning in their heads, each of them processing the information in their own way.

“So what are we supposed to do with this?” Tony finally asked, his voice low, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. His usual sarcasm was absent for once, replaced by the cautious curiosity of someone who knew when something serious was at stake.

I reached into my bag and pulled out the ancient book, the one that had unlocked everything. The leather cover was cracked, the pages yellowed with age. I placed it in the center of the table, its significance immediately felt by everyone in the room. The Avengers leaned in, their attention fixed on the tome. Fury’s eyes narrowed as he studied it, waiting for me to explain more.

“We’re going to find her,” Fury said, his voice calm but resolute. “And we’re going to get her help to stop Loki. She may have the power to stop the Tesseract.”

A brief flash of confusion crossed the faces around the table. “Do you have a photo of her?” Thor asked, his voice carrying the weight of his Asgardian authority.

I nodded. Slowly, I opened the book to reveal a very old picture, worn at the edges, but still unmistakably clear. There she was—a woman, poised and regal. She sat with a black blade sword in her hands, adorned in intricate, beautiful jewelry, her long, flowing dark hair framing a sharp, commanding face. She wore an ornate Indian dress, the elegance and power in her posture almost palpable. Her eyes, deep black pools, seemed to stare right through time itself. The picture didn’t just capture her image—it captured the essence of her.

The room fell into an uncomfortable stillness as they all stared at the woman in the photograph. Even Tony, for all his bravado, couldn’t tear his eyes away. The power radiating off of her was almost tangible.

“What’s her name?” Bruce asked, his voice barely a whisper, as though speaking her name would bring the full force of her presence into the room.

“Y/n, the former Empress of India.” I said, my voice steady but reverberating with the weight of her name. “The universe’s most powerful person. An immortal woman. Nothing in this universe can kill her.”

The words seemed to hang in the air, settling on everyone like a cold, unsettling truth. Tony leaned forward, his usual cockiness replaced by genuine curiosity and perhaps even a hint of fear. “So, you’re telling us that the woman who created the Infinity Stones is not only alive but she’s out there… and she’s the most powerful being we could ever face?”

I nodded. “Yes. And if she’s willing to help us, we may be our only hope in stopping Loki and preventing him from unleashing the power of the Tesseract.”

Fury didn’t flinch, his eyes never leaving the book, as if assessing the risks, the stakes, and what we had to do next. Finally, he spoke, his voice laced with the kind of cold resolve I had come to expect from him. “We don’t know where she is. We don’t know what she wants. But we need to find her, and we need to do it before Loki can get to her. If we don’t, all of this—” he gestured around the room, as though encompassing everything—the team, the universe, their very existence—“could fall apart.”

Everyone was silent, processing. And as they sat there, each of them weighed down by the magnitude of what I had just revealed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. Finding Y/n wouldn’t be easy. And even if we found her, there was no guarantee she would help us. She was a force of nature, untouchable, a creator of worlds—and now, perhaps, our last hope.

-to be continued

#avengers #captain america #marvel

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insert-witty-user-name-here · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @loki-is-my-kink-awakening (two weeks ago but), thank you 💖 Currently in a writing slump so don’t have any active WIPs to share (beyond a vague list of bulleted ideas).

But thought I’d use the opportunity to share a scene I cut from one of my fics last year. The scene didn’t fit with the story but, hey, I find it silly and cute so I wanted to share it.

No pressure tags to @dewdropreader @lgwilt @blackbirdofasgard @mirilyawrites @dreamycloud @queen-of-meows @mimisempai @rins-love-wins and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening (right back at you!)

Mobius and Loki have wrapped a mission with Tony Stark and Pepper Potts…

Mobius took a sip of wine and looked at the dark blue ocean below him. The view was gorgeous. Maybe he should get that infinity pool for their vacation home Loki was always going on about. The god would definitely be demanding a remodel after seeing Tony Stark’s home now anyway.

“That was a clever trick you pulled today,” Pepper said, coming to stand beside him. “How did you know to bait Slattery with an unfinished Shakespeare manuscript?”

“Oh, I know you probably can’t tell from my youthful glow, but I’m a lot older than I look,” Mobius chuckled. “I’ve run into a few Trevor Slatterys in my time. They’re surprisingly opportunistic. Figured besting Shakespeare would be too hard for him to resist.”

“Hm, I see Loki’s not the only clever trickster around. You make a good pair. I imagine he keeps you busy.”

“You have no idea.”

“Tony thinks you make a good pair too. Although, he thinks it's because you’re opposites.”

“You don’t?” Mobius asked, turning to face Pepper.

Pepper shook her head. “No. I think you make a good pair because you’re more similar than you appear. You give him hope that things can be different, see the good in him he doesn’t see himself. And, I suspect, he does the same for you.”

A contemplative silence filled the air between them. Mobius looked towards the horizon. The stars were only just beginning to appear in the purple twilight sky. A billion worlds in this timeline, safe because of their actions today.

“Well then,” Pepper continued, “shall we see how our boys are doing? I’m a little nervous leaving them alone so long.”

“Loki won’t hurt anyone.”

“Oh, it wasn’t him I was worried about.”

The pair made their way downstairs to Tony’s workstation where, sure enough, they found the two embroiled in a heated argument.

“No, stop. Don’t touch that!” Tony swatted Loki’s hands away from some odd-looking contraption on the table before them.

“I’m not going to break anything,” Loki huffed.

“Says the guy who destroyed half of New York City.”

“I’ve already apologized. Twice! Now, will you just-”

“Ack! I said no touching!”

Loki rolled his eyes and stepped away. He raised his hands in mock surrender before he flicked his wrist. In a flash of green magic, a piece connecting two parts of the invention fell and was replaced with a glowing piece of metal from across the room. The machine buzzed to life.

“There,” Loki sighed, “see. It works.”

Tony gazed wide-eyed at his invention with a cock of his head. “Now that. Hm.” He looked down at his tablet. “I hadn’t…. These readings… How did you do that?”

“You Midgardians have such a narrow view of science,” Loki grumbled. “I simply harnessed the power within the system you built and re-routed it through a more malleable conductor. Without the restraints, the energy can flow more freely, giving life to itself, creating an indefinite loop.”

“Huh. That… that works.”

“Obviously or I wouldn’t have done it. Where I come from, magic and science are one and the same, and I happen to be an excellent mage.”

Tony glanced back at his tablet once more before he returned his gaze to Loki. His eyes glistened with barely restrained excitement. “Okay smartass, how would you fix this?”

Tony steered Loki to the back of the room where a suit labeled Mk 22 took a few unsteady steps and collapsed in a heap of metal. Loki tilted his head in eager curiosity and began to work. Magic swirled around him while he murmured explanations to Tony who seemed to hang on every word. It wasn’t long before the two were lost in their own world, debating and testing theories far beyond anyone else's understanding.

“You’re right,” Pepper chuckled beside Mobius, “they are cute together.”

“Huh, what was that Pep?” Tony asked.

“What are you two talking about?” Loki interjected.

“Oh, did I show you their wedding photo?” Mobius asked, fishing his TemPad out of his pocket. “Adorable.”

He pulled up the photos he’d saved from Timeline 465281 and passed the TemPad to Pepper.

“Mobius, whose wedding photo?” Loki repeated while he and Tony approached hesitantly.

“Aw, Tony! You’re so happy, look!” Pepper shoved the TemPad, equipped with the wedding photo of Loki Odinson and Tony Stark, into the Avenger’s face. Tony’s complexion grew worrying pale while Loki’s face took on a distinctly green hue.

“I’m sorry,” Tony began in a choked voice, “but in what universe-”

“Universe 465281 apparently,” Pepper supplied, scrolling through more photos. “You two get your puppy to be ring bearer?? How cute is that?”

“Might I inquire the location of the nearest restroom?” Loki asked. “I suddenly feel the urge to vomit.”

“Nope, not in my restroom you’re not," Tony said. "Actually, I think it’s time for you to go. You’ve overstayed your welcome.”

“For once we are in agreement.” With a poof of magic Loki was dressed back in his standard TVA suit. He straightened his tie. “Tony, I say this with the deepest sincerity, please try to keep out of trouble. I'd really rather not be called in to save you again."

“Right back at you, Bambi,” Tony quipped.

“Ugh, I’ve already told you,” Loki seethed, barely restrained magic sparking at his fingertips, “I don’t like that-”

“Okay, let’s go.” Mobius steered Loki towards an already open timedoor. “Pepper, Tony, a pleasure. We’ll keep an eye on your timeline for a few days. Who knows, maybe one day we’ll cross paths again."

“Yeah, no. If I have any luck at all, see you never. Buh-bye now,” Tony finished.

Mobius and Loki stepped back to the TVA. Mobius turned laughing, ready to apologize for keeping the information about Timeline 465281 a secret, but found himself suddenly wrapped in a tight hug from the god.

“Oof, hey there Lokes. I know I get jealous sometimes but, trust me, I’m not concerned at all about you running off with-”

“Are you okay?” Loki interrupted quietly. He pulled back with an examining gaze. “What do you need from me? I know today was difficult for you.”

Mobius’ heart softened at the compassion on Loki’s face and he pulled Loki in for another hug. His headache had long since subsided but his brain was still foggy and he felt more exhausted than he had in months.

“I’ll be alright. Thank you Loki. Thank you for seeing what I have a hard time seeing myself.”

Loki tightened his arms around Mobius and laid a kiss to his brow. “I’m just glad I was there to help you today. You are there so often for me, please don’t shut me out anymore. I want to be here for you. We all want to be here for you; you’re not alone anymore.”

“I know.”

The TemPad in Mobius’ pocket gave an obnoxiously loud trill. He’d never heard that sound before. Mobius flinched and pulled it out of his pocket, what was going on now? He let out a soft chuckle of surprise when he saw the message that flashed across the screen.

728 hours worked. Caseload for Agent MMM5313 frozen. Mandatory vacation required.

“Well,” Loki smirked, looking over his shoulder, “I see B-15 is putting her Deputy Director privileges to good use. You’re not going to try and argue with her on this, are you?”

“No,” Mobius laughed. “I’m not. She’s right. I could definitely use a vacation.”

“Well then Director,” Loki hummed. “Where shall we go?”

“You know… I was thinking you might be right about a remodel to our vacation home. What do you say we give Stark a run for his money and see who can make the best Malibu beach house?”

#literally just something random silly and fun #wip wednesday #loki series #loki #mobius m mobius #lokius #frostiron #(<- kinda it's referenced anyway)

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gendervoid-tokoyami · 2 months ago

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What if I created a MHA OC that is Yuga’s older sister???

So, I don’t have a name for her, but I imagine the sister OC to be in her early twenties and goes a law school in Belgium when Yuga begins attending UA.

I also imagine that while she knows of (and has been negatively affected) by AFO’s presence and knows that Yuga got Naval Laser from him. She is overall clueless about Yuga being forced to be AFO’s spy due to already living/attending University Belgium by the time Yuga was told.

However, she is highly suspicious of something due to Yuga never indicating that he wanted to be a hero. And of Mamayama and Papayama’s odd behavior whenever she asked about why Yuga decides to go to UA and why the Hero Course.

I’d imagine she would learn of what happened during the Traitor Arc. However, due to the wars, she is unable to get a flight to Japan until the wars has concluded. But let’s just say that she’s beyond upset at her parents (and little bit at herself), yelling at them when she visits them in whatever prison they’re in. She also had some choice words for the heroes that allowed Yuga (and the other students) to participate in the Wars.

Then when Yuga leaves UA, he also goes to live in Belgium with his sister because his sister is still attending University there. (Yuga then goes a regular, non-hero based high school while in Belgium and then begins attending a hero-based university in France.)

I don’t feel like drawing atm, so under the cut and using Infinity Nikki, this is what I imagine her fashion sense to be ->

#My Hero Academia #BNHA #Yuga Aoyama #Aoyama Yuuga #MHA OC

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theearlgreymage · 2 years ago

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It is yet another Six Sentence Sunday, and I have only two more Sunday's until break. The freedom is close. I can taste it.

Thankfully, these last two weeks should be a breeze and I can get back in a more regular groove with writing.

Maybe.

Here's hoping at least.

Hello to the wonderful @artsyunderstudy @nausikaaa @aristocratic-otter @confused-bi-queer @rimeswithpurple and @ic3-que3n for tagging me despite my lack of posting lately. You are all amazing <3

Despite my quietness, I have been tapping away at a couple of different projects. So, enjoy six series of six sentences --

COBB Project #1

She’s been making these excursions on her own every few months. Claiming them to be for her research, but I followed her last time. I saw the supplies she took, and didn’t bring back with her. We were outside Bristol when I lost track of her. Somehow she managed to lose all her supplies and beat me back to Watford. There’s no way she managed that on her own. But until she’s willing to admit the truth to me, I’m on my own with finding Simon.

COBB Project #2

Coward. It’s the last word I’ll hear from him for a while as I step into the warm sunshine. While he can technically reach me beyond the Underworld, it is a lot harder for him to do. From what I can tell, it’s not worth the effort. Not caring whether the chlamys around my shoulder gets dirty, I collapse onto my back into the grass. Letting the sun warm my chilled skin.

A Gift for Someone

Nothing to see here. I wonder how many other students at Watford have used this spell for elicit sexual acts. How many students have had their trousers pulled down in the middle of the Great Lawn with none of us being the wiser? Of course, this isn't the Great Lawn - it's the back table in Astronomy that I'm crouched beneath. And it's not just any student who's trousers I'm pulling down eagerly. They're Simon Snow's trousers.

Another Gift for Someone

The snap of leather against leather sends a chill down my spine. I do my best to conceal it. The click of heeled boots on the wooden floor let me know that he's walking towards me, and still I fight the urge to shiver in anticipation. But when I feel the soft brush of the collar and warm press of fingers on my throat, I can't help but shudder. "Are you going to be good for me tonight?"

Something I'm working on in secret that may or may not see the light of day

Even if I’d come to accept myself more - feel more comfortable as my own individual person - I was still hung-up on the idea of having children that weren’t mine. It became an even bigger issue after Simon admitted to wanting a child. My mind became full of the impossible; of a small child with golden skin, freckles, dark hair, curls, and light colored eyes. We thought it impossible, and set the topic off to the side. There were plenty of other things for us to worry over. My graduation and the wedding being the top two items on the list.

Chapter 4 of Infinity in Your Chest Pocket

This time, when I spot the movement out of the bedroom window I don't hesitate to leave the room. Fuck these wraiths. I'm not spending another night alone in a room with them. Baz can complain about me following him into the woods all he wants. It's not like he's doing anything all that secretive. We both know that I know that he's a vampire - one that has apparently never tasted human blood.

Tags and Hello's to Everyone under the Cut. Please know that I am eternally excited over everyone's projects and cannot get enough of the talent you all have. Also, I officially made a gosh darn spreadsheet to keep track of people for tagging!

@aroace-genderfluid-sheep @bazzybelle @bookish-bogwitch @buffy @captain-aralias @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cutestkilla @ebbpettier @erzbethluna @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @foolofabookwyrm-activated @gekkoinapeartree @henreyettah @hushed-chorus @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ileadacharmedlife @ionlydrinkhotwater @j-nipper-95 @johnwgrey @krisrix @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @moodandmist @mostlymaudlin @onepintobean @palimpsessed @prettylightsbigcity @raenestee @shrekgogurt @skeedelvee @stardustasincocaine @stitchyqueer @tea-brigade @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @upuntil6am @wellbelesbian @whogaveyoupermission @yellobb @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

#six sentence sunday #carry on #simon snow series #simon snow trilogy #wip #so many wips #simon snow #snowbaz #baz #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #baz pitch #all the fics #I just want to write #Why can't writing be my full time job #I need to be planning dinner #But instead I'm making this post

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elysian-flame · 6 months ago

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❤️✨Even if I knew I was bound to fall for him,

I wouldn’t have stopped, not even for a breath.

Why would I?

You know how they say when you leap from heights,

The water below turns to stone?

But I fell for this man,

And though I fear the water,

Though I fear the unknown,

I stood at the edge of the world,

And I jumped.

No hesitation, no pause.

No first thought, no second thought.

I just let go, and I fell.

Love doesn’t think, it doesn’t calculate,

It doesn’t ask, "What if I break?"

Love leaps, trusting the fall,

Trusting that something beyond reason will catch it.

And there I was, floating.

Not sinking, not crashing,

But gliding on the surface of something

I thought would drown me.

I realized in that moment

That love is not like water turning to concrete;

It is like air,

Invisible, weightless, and yet it holds you,

Even when you expect to fall hard.

It is said that love isn’t something you choose,

It’s a state of being,

And I let myself be swept into that state,

Without fear, without regret.

Love never fears the fall,

For it knows there’s no end,

Only the infinity of the experience.

So, I jumped,

And when I touched the sky,

I knew I’d never regret it.

Not today, not in a thousand lifetimes.

In love, time ceases to matter.

It is neither past nor future;

It simply *is.*

And when you’re in it,

You don’t ask for guarantees,

You don’t need safety nets,

You just dive, you just trust.

It is said, "Love is not afraid of drowning,

For it is the ocean itself."

And though I feared the water,

I found that in him, I was not sinking,

But learning to swim.

Now, I float with ease,

My heart light, my soul unburdened.

No regrets, not for a single heartbeat.

Not for thousands of years to come.

For when love comes,

You don’t resist it;

You jump, and you let it carry you away.

-elsy❤️ 🔥

#beautiful quote #love #words #bts quotes #love on tour #taehyung #words to live by #bts jungkook #bts jin #quotes #female writers #ao3 writer #au thoughts #my thoughts #feelings

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segretomericanbuilt · 1 year ago

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@chanceollie

I know this might sound cliche or corny, but when you grow up with a role model like this man, you are blessed beyond measure. When you have someone to look up to, encourage you, and push you to go beyond, you better sure as hell appreciate them. I remember the day he left the US to go to Iraq, I was only 14. I will never forget how mad I was at him for leaving, but how upset I was that there was a very high possibility that he would not return. As time had passed though, I was nothing but proud of my big brother. When he deployed I cried like a baby, when he returned and got discharged, I still cried like a baby. My family and I were so damn proud of him, and we still are. Here he is seven years after coming and staying home, he’s still serving our country. It might sound dumb to you, but he’s my fuckin hero man! I can’t say enough to describe how fuckin blessed and grateful I am to have my big brother next to me just doin’ life. He pushes me to be a better man, and although I might get mad at him in that moment for being a complete asshole, I realize later that he only does it to make me go further and become a man I never thought I would be, and because he loves and cares about me. Not just me, he cares and loves everyone he comes in contact with. Y’all!! I could go on, but I’d bore you… just wanted to say… HAPPY FINALLY DISCHARGED 7th anniversary Ollie, LOVE YOU TO INFINITY brother! 🇺🇸❤️

#chanceollie

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just-here-with-my-thoughts · 10 months ago

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Comfort Zone

@summer-of-bad-batch week 2 alt prompt 'Comfort Zone'

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Hunter, Shep Hazard Set after the finale when everyone is living happily on Pabu Word Count: ~1735 Read Here on AO3

Synopsis: Hunter is restless, and Shep invites him to take a walk.

Even on rest days Shep liked to be up early, circulating among the island community, greeting the early risers. He made it his personal mission to ensure that every member of Pabu’s population was well-cared for, always ready to lend an ear or a hand, whatever the situation called for.

This morning this usually quiet stretch of Lower Pabu echoed with the noise of some singular industry, banging and sawing acting as his beacon as he wound his way around the curving paths until he found the source of the noise.

His melodious voice floated to the man on the roof, lilting in query.

“Hunter? What are you doing up there?”

There was no pause to the sounds of Hunter’s work, and he replied without venturing to where he could see the other man. “Fixing the roof.”

“Yes, but… it’s a day of rest, Hunter.”

“Roof’s not going to fix itself.”

“It will be there tomorrow.”

“What if it rains tonight?”

Shep paused and glanced out at the endless sky that stretched from the isle, cloudless blue in all directions reaching down to meet the sea in a horizon which blurred to infinity.

“Rain,” he repeated, his voice faint with humour.

The sounds of work continued from above.

Shep glanced about for a ladder, thinking to climb and try to make Hunter speak with him face to face. He didn’t see one. Unsurprising that the clone commando would forgo such things – Shep had seem him swarm up cliff-faces in pursuit of flowers which caught Omega’s eye, and he doubted their low buildings posed as much of a challenge as that.

He settled for repeating the clone’s name again. “Hunter.”

The hammering ceased. Hunter’s face appeared at the edge of the roof, guilty apology writ large across his features.

“Sorry. Am I disturbing people? I can come back to this later. I’ll find something else to do in the meantime…”

Shep couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled up at Hunter’s stumbling explanation, words tripping over themselves as he looked anywhere except at Shep.

“Come walk with me, Hunter,” he said, his smile infusing the invitation with warmth.

“Maybe later, Shep,” said Hunter, swinging down from the roof and immediately stalking past him, still avoiding his gaze. “I noticed one of the cliff fences was down too, could be a danger if the kids roam near it. I’ll go fix that, it’s out of the way-”

“Hunter.”

The gentle force to his name stopped Hunter and he wheeled round slowly, head down but eyes glancing up from beneath the shadow of his bandana.

“This… isn’t something I have a choice about, is it.”

Shep smiled and shook his head. “Glad you caught on.”

Hunter groaned, but a faint grin lit his tired face. “I’m used to using that voice on the others.” He shook his head ruefully. “Never thought I’d have someone use it on me.”

Gesturing with his head, Shep turned and started walking and let Hunter fall into step beside him. He picked a path which wound away from the inhabited areas of the island, one he knew would eventually turn from paving to dirt as they reached the wilder spaces beyond the sprawl of Lower Pabu’s housing.

The silence between them was companionable, although it was easy to sense Hunter’s reticence in his stooped shoulders and the hands dug into his pockets. His eyes shifted restlessly over everything before them, mouth part-open to sample the scent of the air, and Shep could almost feel the busy thoughts whirring away behind his tattooed visage.

Eventually he opened with a question which was really a soft command.

“Tell me what’s bothering you, Hunter.”

The clone almost startled, jerking in surprise at his voice after the quiet of their walk. Hunter glanced up at him quickly, then let his gaze go long over the horizon, slowing to a halt as he dug his boots into the ground, nudging a rock with his toe.

“Nothing. Nothing’s bothering me.”

“You’re not happy,” pressed Shep gently.

Hunter’s defensive snort was almost too quick. “Of course I am. What’s not to be happy about? We’re finally free of the Empire. Omega is doing great. We… we have the lives I always wanted for us.” His words slowed and trailed off, before his gaze dropped from the seascape to the ground. “What’s there to be unhappy about?”

“You’re restless, then.”

At that, Hunter gave a small nod. His voice was gravel, the words reluctantly dragged from him as he agreed, “I guess you could say that.”

Shep looked about and found a broad boulder to settle his weight against, leaning comfortably back against the rock. There was plenty of space for Hunter to join him if he wished, but he didn’t press the invitation onto the man.

For a moment he sat, surveying the tense line of Hunter’s shoulders, before he spoke his next words carefully.

“It can be hard to make the adjustment. Hard to step out of your comfort zone, even if… especially if your comfort zone was hardship.” He watched carefully for Hunter’s reaction, but the clone kept his back to him. “When it’s all you’ve known for so long, the familiarity of danger can sometimes seem like a friend. It’s hard to know what to do with yourself when you don’t need to be alert all the time.” He paused, left time for the thought to sink in before adding, “Hard to know what to do with yourself when others don’t need you all the time.”

Hunter’s shoulders shifted with a soft snort. “You could be talking about yourself there, Shep.”

“I could be,” he acknowledged. “Perhaps that’s why I recognise it in you too.”

Now Hunter turned to him, and there was gentle devastation written across his features. His stern façade had fractured, and beneath it there was uncertainty, and loss.

“Who am I if I’m not their leader?” he asked, his gruff voice little more than a whisper. Now his storm-grey eyes met Shep’s at last, piercing, searching.

Shep pushed to his feet again, stepping towards Hunter and letting a huge, warm hand settle on his shoulder. He squeezed lightly, a reassurance.

“You’re their brother. Their friend. A father-figure to Omega.” A smile tugged at his lips as he added, “Don’t mistake me, she looks to all of you, but her bond with you is different to the rest. She needs you, in a different way now to perhaps how she did before, but no less important.” He let his grip tighten, pressing his words into Hunter. “I’d say more important.”

The line of Hunter’s shoulders was still tense under his hand. “Echo and Crosshair are out there fighting the Empire,” he said reluctantly. “I should be doing more.”

Letting his hand drop, Shep stepped past Hunter to gaze down at the town, the houses stretching down to the docks and the small boats bobbing there, less now than before the Empire attacked, but the small fleet recovering with each new craft they built.

“Do you begrudge Wrecker the life he leads now?”

“What?” He almost felt Hunter’s startled flinch. “Of course not.”

Shep smiled as he thought of the big clone, the first refugee to come to Pabu who rivalled him in stature. Wrecker had thrown himself wholeheartedly into island life, and not a day went by without him turning his hand to some new skill, eager to learn, ever-willing to lend his strength to the community. He could most often be found down at the docks, but a love of Pabu’s food had seen him turn into a surprisingly good chef as well, and he was beginning to return Shep’s gifts of food baskets for the clones with cooked platters of his own.

“Or the clone cadets? The three boys you rescued?”

“That’s different,” said Hunter sullenly. “It’s not the same.”

“Isn’t it?” said Shep mildly. He chuckled at the thought of the mischief the three boys wrought, seven and eight years old in teenagers’ bodies. They had tried fostering them with parents, but the three of them had been fending for themselves so long they were happier on their own. Instead, Shep had settled them in a central location, ensuring that they had islanders around them to help them adjust whilst giving them their own space.

“It’s not,” insisted Hunter stubbornly. “They’re just kids. They shouldn’t have to fight. I want them to have normal lives… just like I want for Omega.”

“Hmm.” Shep let the thoughtful noise hang in the air between them. “They are trained. Capable soldiers. Why do you feel you should compare yourself to your brothers in the Resistance, yet not expect them to join?”

He heard the intake of breath that was Hunter getting ready to argue, then the click of his teeth as he jaw clamped shut. He tried not to smile.

“It sounds like you hold yourself to different standards than you do the rest of them, Hunter,” he offered, and continued with Hunter’s grunt of acknowledgement. “It’s hard not to, when you’ve been their Sergeant so long. You’ve seen them through so much. But…”

Now he turned back to Hunter, expression gentle and unjudgmental as he said, “Couldn’t you extend yourself the same grace? To give yourself the chance to lead the life you want, not the life you feel you ought to?”

Hunter’s face was shadowed with doubt, and he worried at his lower lip as conflict showed in his eyes.

Eventually he looked up at Shep.

“How do you do it?” he asked softly. “How do you be who people expect you to be… and still find the right path for yourself?”

Shep smiled benignly, clapping a hand to Hunter’s upper arm reassuringly.

“With practice, Hunter. You’ll get the hang of it.” His smile broadened. “Perhaps you can start by taking a rest day… on the rest day.”

Hunter grinned sheepishly with a rough chuckle. “Alright, Shep. Consider me lectured.”

Shep turned back to the island vista, draping his arm over Hunter’s shoulders. The clone relaxed into an easier posture, one hand on his hip, some of the tension bleeding from his frame.

“It will take time,” Shep told him softly. “But you’ll learn. I’m sure of it.”

A soft smile tugged at the edge of Hunter’s lips, lifting some of the tiredness from his expression.

“I’m sure I will.”

#summerofbadbatch2024 #week 2 #alt prompt #comfort zone #tbb hunter #shep hazard #the bad batch #tbb fanfic #not me giving hunter my neuroses surely

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sarah-dipitous · 2 years ago

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 248

Beyond the Mat/The Girl Who Died

“Beyond the Mat”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean take a break to attend a wrestling match. But the fun ends when a man is found dead at the venue, with an ancient mark carved into his chest

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: would I be in these very specific circumstances? No. Probably not

This match is like “The WWE We Have At Home”

Geez…I haven’t seen a grown man be treated like an actual dog….well, actually since the last time I watched sk8 the infinity but the answer SHOULD have been ever. Anyway, it’s real weird hearing Lucifer refer to Crowley as “little puppy.”

I ADORE fanboy Dean

Aw man….not the dad who brought his son and reminded the boys of a John doing that with themmmm

You can tell Dean has wanted to play around on that stage for a LONG time

Oh thank god the demons are finally starting to turn on Lucifer, having to watch Crowley clean the floor with his tongue was a step too fat

Dean trading scar and injury stories with this older wrestler 💖

YEAHHH!!! Crowley’s out of hell!!

What. Is. Happening. Why’s the older wrestler trying to get this guy to sell his soul to a demon???

Ummm…so, it’s sell your soul or die?! Sorry, Crowley would never let that happen under his watch

Noooooooooo, why’d Lucifer have to show up RIGHT when they got to Crowley’s hand of god?? OH!! The demon I thought was working WITH Crowley was still working FOR Lucifer

Ok but like…the “I invented the double-cross”/“I perfected the double-cross” was really good. I won’t lie

Don’t meet your heroes, Dean ☹️

Oooo, been a while since we encountered some hellhounds

What a strange episode. It’s like they couldn’t figure out what to do with their literal main characters while a couple MAJOR side ones got to further the plot

“The Girl Who Died”

Plot Description: the Doctor and Clara help to protect a Viking village from space warriors from the future

I’m so glad someone finally snapped those stupid sunglasses. Thank you, random Viking man

That just seems dangerous to do. Maybe don’t pretend to be Odin, Doctor

Oh the new fake Odin took Clara to his fake Valhalla

Poor Maisie, she’s so so scared but still willing to fight. Way to go, not-Arya…except that way to go is a little sarcastic because they were so close to leaving and so were the aliens, but she had to go and declare war on them

Why are babies in dw so poetic? I mean…the translation the Doctor gives of what he can understand from their cries

The way he’s always worried about Clara dying 😭 no one tell me, but ARE we still hurtling towards the worse timeline for her? Where she becomes a Dalek?

Poor might-as-well-be-Arya feels out of place in her village for being too like a boy for the girls and too actually a girl for the boys

They’re gonna won with EELS??

ARE THEY GONNA KILL ARYA STARK???

Wait…is it only called the girl…….no, they did actually kill Arya

OH FINALLY. We got to the point where they explain why Peter Capaldi was both a dude in Pompeii and now the Doctor. He chose that face to remind himself, to hold himself to the promise to save people, to just save SOMEONE as Donna once begged him to

So of course he saved Arya, buy may have put upon her the curse of immortality. I’d love to see her come back….and it seems to be in an eternal youth way

OMG NOT ANOTHER TWO PARTER. Stop this, it’s madness

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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everythingeverywhereallatbagel · 2 years ago

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Being everything, everywhere, makes one almost drown in the sea of lost and random bullshit. A black inky sea of random events coalesced into a timeline of choices that are neither within nor outside of ones control. And yet sometimes, a singular white drop of random chance drips into the ocean of certainty, throwing off its tint in entirety.

It’s an infinity out of infinity chance. No, it’s a percentage out of an infinity, something that shouldn’t even be possible. And yet, as she maintained contact with - John A surprisingly normal name for a supremely opaque being, apparently, she could feel the uncertainty grow. Not uncertainty the emotion, mind you. Uncertainty in fate. In the very stability of what one might call chance and circumstance.

She could feel it roll off of him in unnatural waves, the way it dripped from his being like goo. When she looked at him, there was nothing but fascination in her eyes. She had never seen a being like him. She had never met someone so astounding.

She’d been certain she had read every book, witnessed every fathomable constant and variable. Without trying, the universe finds a new way to make her feel so small. For someone who is too large for the universe to contain into a sardine can, this is relieving. This is horrifying. This is damning. This is freeing.

“John.” She tests. The name rolls off easily, too easily for coincidence to take hold of. She wonders exactly what he has just entrusted to her through that one simple name. Some part of her is curious. Curious to look past him and to all his other versions to see who he once was, who he could have been. But she doesn’t. When her fingers intertwine with the now steady form of his hand, that linking of solidarity deters her.

He asks for her story so casually, however, with an expression that can only be interpreted as sympathetic understanding. Mutual experience in such opposite and similar manners.

“A long story I’d love to part some other time, I’m sure.” For a moment, she doesn’t feel like the omnipotent god, capable of traversing the multiverse on a single thought or whim. She doesn’t feel like Jobu Tupaki, notoriously morally bankrupt entity ‘taking the form of someone’s daughter’.

She feels like...

“Joy, by the way.” She responds. “My name. It’s Joy.”

For a few seconds, she reminisces the possibility of a universe where she has already let go of his hand. But she hasn’t yet, so this clearly isn’t that universe. Nor that life. The idea that his hand might fizzle back into uncertainty is what keeps her from letting go, if only for a few moments more. Besides, were she to let go, were he to leave, what then?

Who but her would prove his existence beyond a doubt of mind, beyond a doubt of lonely godlike insanity? So she holds on. If he leaves, he’ll take her with him. This she’s certain of.

“How did you find me, John?” She asks, already so casual and comfortable with his name. She could ask for so many things. And in other universes she does. She has probably, or is probably capable of asking him any question within her mind.

All questions that would eventually be answered in due time, in their due notion. The question comes with no inclination of threat, or time limit. For they have all the time in the multiverse to answer every question, and inquire every bit and piece of one another.

She’s standing outside of the Laundromat looking in. Even though it’s been empty for quite some time - in this dimension that is - there still remains a touch of something. A touch of life. One she used to know. But alas, this is not the dimension for such life. Rather, it is a dimension that allows it to collect dust.

It’s not that she was particularly bothered by this, she knew the chances of Evelyn being here was a 50/50 shot. Or in this case infinity/infinity Bad luck just happened to be part of her motto. Or perhaps she is merely the master of experiencing the unexpected.

There’s a lingering in the air that smells off. The chemicals of the dimension itself changing and shifting to welcome something that is meant to be unwelcome. This was a new feeling, though her simultaneously newly acquired and fully mastered powers did not allow for such depth. Someone that existed outside the scope of her vision wasn’t always new. It was the other things as well.

His voice surprised her out of thought, and for a second she truly was startled. When was the last time she could say that? Truly Startled. What a horrible and wonderful feeling. She had to greet this person now, and well, she could look for Evelyn later. She pulled down her mask and removed her hat, the rest of her mysterious get-up left untouched as she turned around to greet this stranger. She won’t deny, seeing an inky void like darkness in the shape of a person, with a scribbled white circle instead of a face, was the last thing she was expecting.

“Don’t worry, I don’t get scared easily.” She replies with a slight snark, though there’s nothing inherently animalistic about her words. She’s smirking, though she must admit her did shock her at first sight. She wouldn’t say that though, this person had the kindness to surpass her near omnipotence. The least she could do was treat him with some respect.

As she looks at his face, or where his face once was, she readily holds his outstretched hand. Those fingers, which flickered with uncertainty in the face of this dimension’s rules, flickered one last time before becoming solid and whole.

If only somewhat, she could return the message:

Neither are you.

#(no need ot apologize!!! ur doing so good omg #(literally in love w these responses <3<3 take all the time u need #alchemaxed #alchemaxed 01 #everythingeverywhereallatbagel

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wiypt-writes · 3 years ago

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Rawhide

Ch9. Infinity On High

Episode Summary: Your heat is over, but your bonding has left you and Steve with far more than you could have ever have imagined.

Episode Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut

Episode Pairings: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 4.8k

Rawhide Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 8

When you woke the next morning, you found yourself to be alone. Giving yourself a moment, you stretched out your tired and achy limbs before you sat up and cracked your neck from side to side.

That had been an intense forty-eight hours. Your heat had coursed through your body in a way you had never felt before, and Steve…well, he’d done everything an alpha could. He’d seen to your needs, taken care of you, helped you bathe as you reached the lull following your final climax.

Then he’d bonded with you, but only when you’d asked him to. How he had resisted the urge to do so when you’d been in the middle of your heat addled fuck fest was beyond you. You’d offered him your neck, you’d preened, you’d been simply pliant yet he hadn’t marked you that way until you’d both laid exhausted and spent in the tub after.

Your fingers traced the outline of your bond, following the raised line of flesh through its intricate loops and you blinked as you heard Steve, but not in the normal sense of the word. Like, his voice was directly inside your head.

“She’s awake.”

“Yes, Alpha, I am.”

Your mouth dropped open and you heard his feet heading back up the stairs. A moment or so later he appeared in the door, his eyes wide.

“Did…” he trailed off and you nodded, swallowing.

“Yeah…”

“Okay, this…this is weird…I heard you but…”

“I didn’t hear you.” You finished for him, taking a deep breath, “I don’t understand!”

“It has to be the bond,” Steve sat on the edge of the bed beside you, his hand rubbing his beard as he pondered for a moment, before his face softened and he reached out to gently cup your cheek. “Are you okay?”

You blinked as once again your fingers pressed to your mark.

“Shit, she’s scared…”

“No, I’m not.”

Both of you looked at one another and whilst you couldn’t see your face you were damned sure it was arranged in the same expression of surprise and confusion that Steve’s was. This was something else, you weren’t simply sensing what he was thinking, you could physically hear it in your own damned head.

“Well, this is gonna be awkward.” Steve spoke aloud a moment later, and you laughed, shaking your head.

“You mean when I can hear your inner most, darkest secrets?”

“Something like that,” his eyes flashed with humour, and then he pondered on something for a moment. “I can’t hear you now.”

“No, I can’t hear you either.”

“What were you doing when you did it the first time?”

“Nothing, I’d just woken up, I was thinking back to last night and I just, I just touched my mark and…”

Steve’s mouth fell into a little 'o' of surprise and he let go of your face. His large fingers pressed to his own mark, where you’d bonded him right back the night before and you gasped.

“Now?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, so all we got to do then is make sure neither of us is touching our mark when we don’t want the other to hear us,” Steve rolled his eyes and you gave a splutter of a laugh as he shook his head.

“I don’t understand any of this.”

“Me neither,” Steve assured you.

“Maybe Thor can help some more.”

“Maybe,” he nodded, and then his face lit up as he had a sudden idea. “You know, Stark has a huge research facility. I know you’re good at that type of thing, you could always head over there today and see if there’s anything buried in any of the history archives.”

“What about the ranch work? I said I’d check the couple of longhorns that still have the bad feet and then there’s that one that’s looking a little skinny that we think-”

“Doll, you’re gonna be in no state to do anything too physical today, you need to give yourself time,” his hand softly brushed your hair off your face, “plus, we’ve managed without you before, we’ll be fine. I can call Banner and then you can talk to him and make sure you’re both up to speed.”

You blinked and then shrugged. “Okay.”

“But that’s only if you want to.” Steve added quickly, “if you don’t you can always stay here and-“

“Would he let me bring anything I find back here, and then I can look at it properly, in my own time?”

“Yeah, of course he would. If you ask him he’ll probably give you remote access to his servers.”

“Okay, then I’d rather do it that way.”

“Whatever you want. I’ll call him, set it up and then we can drive down there later. But first, you need to eat.”

You nodded eagerly, “I am kinda hungry.”

“Good, because I think I vastly overestimated how much bacon and eggs we might need.”

You chuckled, “looks like Commando is getting a nice breakfast treat.”

Steve smiled, kissing your head before he stood up. “Take your time.”

You watched him leave before you cracked your neck and rose from the bed. Once you’d freshened up, you dressed casually in a pair of denims and one of your customary short sleeved button downs and headed down the stairs, a little slowly as your muscles still ached. As Steve turned to face you, he caught your little grimace as you stepped off the bottom stairs and he sighed, shaking his head.

“Don’t,” you looked at him sternly, “I’m fine, just a little stiff.”

No more was said about the issue, and together you ate breakfast, Steve calling Tony as you did. After a little gleeful teasing about the pair of you finally surfacing again, he became a little more serious as Steve explained that you wanted to use his library and his research facilities. He agreed without hesitation and told you both to call in later that afternoon, and he’d have a laptop ready and waiting so you could access everything from the comfort of your own home, plus he’d arrange for you to have your own pass so that you could come and go as you pleased in and out of Stark Tower.

Despite Steve’s protests, you insisted that you wanted to at least tend to Quin, so when the pair of you had finished eating, you both made your way towards the barn as the early morning sun was burning off the last of the mist. Bucky, Sam, Clint and Peter were already milling around, preparing to separate the cows that needed treatment from the rest of the herd that would be driven back off the ranch and to the side of the hill where they would spend the next few months.

Your hand in Steve’s, you took a deep breath as Bucky turned to face you. You hadn’t seen him since his outburst a few days ago and as he turned to look at you, you flashed him a little smile.

“Hey,”

“Hi,” he replied, his hand running through his hair, “you err, you both good?”

You glanced at Steve who gave Bucky a nod, “we’re fine, Buck.”

The two men remained locked in a stare but you were pleased to find no sense of anger or animosity radiating from Steve, instead he was utterly calm. Bucky nodded, and then jerked his head towards you.

“Can I...”

“Ask her,” Steve shrugged, “she’s her own person.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and then turned to you, “can we take five? I’d like to talk to you.”

“Erm, sure.”

Steve dropped a kiss to your temple before he gave Bucky a warning look, and headed into the barn shouting at Sam and Pete to stop fooling around with the hay bales. Bucky gestured with his hand and you took his lead, falling into step beside him as he walked a little round the paddock away from the barn.

“I wanted to apologise,” he took a deep breath, “my behaviour was unacceptable and I shouldn’t have made you feel as uncomfortable as you did. A breakthrough heat isn’t anything you can prevent or manage, and I shouldn’t have blamed you as if it is.”

“It’s okay, no harm done.” You assured him. “I err, maybe I should have been more careful. I didn’t spot the signs, it was-“

“It was not your fault.” Bucky shook his head. “Breakthroughs only occur when you meet a mate, so to speak, and the chemistry basically overrules your suppressants. I doubt even your first ever heat will have been as intense as the one you just had.”

“I don’t remember it ever being as intense as it was,” you shrugged. “But then again, that all feels like a lifetime ago. In some ways, it was. I feel incredibly stupid though, I was so naive. I just thought that by chucking suppressants down my throat, it would keep it all at bay until, well, until we were ready…”

“And that probably would have worked was it not for Steve. You and him, you share an incredible bond, one that we had all noticed. And now we know why.” He gestured to the mark on your neck, and automatically your hand flew to it.

“Doll?”

“Shit, sorry, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Your hand moved away and Bucky cocked his head to the side. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I mean…it’s really strange, but…well, when I touch my mark, Steve can hear me. My thoughts, and me his…I can’t explain it.”

“There’s a lot of things on this planet you can’t explain.” Bucky shrugged, “I mean, I’d heard of Soul Bonds before, but they were always just this mythical thing that apparently existed but no one had ever seen, bit like the Loch Ness Monster. But now, well, there’s one right here.”

You gave a shy, little smile as Bucky chuckled.

“The good news is, with you physically bonded, I don’t think I’ll be as susceptible to you next time. I’ve always struggled with that side of things, the control aspect. It never used to be that way. But after the war, my injuries and head trauma…” he sighed, and let out a deep breath. “Well, it changed me. I can’t shut myself off, not the way Steve, Tony and Natasha can. It’s like there’s this switch inside my head, that just flicks, and I’m powerless to turn it off.”

At that you watched as he flexed his metal arm.

“It must have been hard, coming round after so long, being on your own in the hills.” You looked at him, your empath nature in overdrive and Bucky smiled, sadly.

“I still have no idea what happened. That entire time was a complete blank until Sam bit me again and brought me round. I’ve tried to move on, and for the most I can but, well, not having the answers doesn’t sit well with me.”

“I can’t imagine what it was like for you, for any of you.” You shook your head. “I was sitting pretty in Fort Worth, it didn't even touch me from a personal point of view. Not that I’m particularly proud of that.”

“You were an omega, living in a Red State.” Bucky shook his head, “there was nothing you could have done even if you wanted to.”

“But I didn’t want to, not then. I was too comfortable. Despite me not agreeing with Hydra, it was easier just to…”

“Keep your head down and carry on, yeah I get that.” Bucky shrugged. “But we all change, Y/N. We all hit that point in our lives where we realise that we can’t keep going the way we are, hiding from the very things that make us uncomfortable. Your turning point was when you came here and you decided to stay, and look at you now. You’re strong, you’re working here in a capacity that, well frankly, is beyond useful with your veterinary skills and your ability to keep us all organised and calm…you should give yourself more credit.”

You blushed a little at his compliment, and Bucky gave you a small smile. Your conversation at a natural end, Bucky simply nodded, before he hesitated and moved to give you a quick hug. “Thank you, for being so understanding.”

“I’m an omega,” you quipped as Bucky stepped back, giving a bark of a laugh, “It’s what we do.”

Together you made your way back to the barn, the rest of the team now saddling up their horses. Commando gave a bark and ran towards you, and you paused to pet him as Steve strode over.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I didn’t mean to touch my mark before,” you looked at him, before your eyes watched Bucky as he took a quick kiss from Sam. “We’re good.”

Steve nodded. “Okay, well I need to help the guys with this drive…”

“I wanna come.”

“Not an option.” Steve shook his head, “you need to take it easy. Don’t make me Alpha Command you.”

You rolled your eyes and he chuckled. “You can fill the hay bars if you like whilst we’re gone and then Banner should be here in about twenty. You can help him, you’ve been treating the cows for the last few months so he’ll want to know what’s what.”

“Okay.” You were slightly disgruntled, and your tone came across as a little petulant, but Steve’s eyes simply shone in amusement.

“Don’t be so moody,” he laughed, “this is only for a couple of days. Just until I know you’re rested.”

“Fine, but I’m not happy about it.”

“I don’t need you to be happy about it, just to listen to me and do as you’re told.”

“Piss off before I punch you in the face.”

At that, Steve really did laugh. His head tipped back, his hand flew to his chest as he roared. You arched your brow as he looked back at you, his right hand curling around your hip.

“I love you.” He said gently, dropping his head to kiss you, before his nose slid over your fresh mark and you shivered.

“Love you too.” You replied, mimicking his action before he smiled, and turned back to get Star ready.

*****

A few hours later you sat in Stark’s, frankly, huge library, whilst Steve was somewhere else in the building with Tony, no doubt discussing Hydra. It made you shiver really, when you thought about it. Their silence, if you will, ever since Erskine’s death was unnerving and you knew from a few conversations that you’d been party to, it was worrying the others as well.

But, for now, you didn’t want to concentrate on that. You wanted to understand as much about the bond that you and Steve shared as possible. You didn’t really know where to start, so you opted for a catalogue search for “Soul Bond” and then retrieved the corresponding books and set about reading.

You didn’t discover anything new, not really. Although you did learn with interest that the last reported signs of a Soul Bond had been a few generations back on Thor’s family tree, his father’s great-uncle, if your deductions were right. You noted this down, thinking it might be of interest to him and then snapped that book shut before you pushed it to one side and reached for the second.

You scanned the pages, found the relevant section and began to read. This one was a little challenging to decipher, as frankly it was ancient. It struck you that it was probably worth a fair packet as well, being so old. But then again, wasn’t everything Stark owned?

Your eyes and head were beginning to hurt, you’d been in there for hours. But just as you were about to call it quits, you found a paragraph that made you stop. You frowned a little, leaning towards the small, faded text. It was an extract from almost a hundred years ago, a study on an Alpha and Omega that shared a Soul Bond…

The bonding process mingles the blood and DNA of the two bonded recipients, but a Soul Bond appears to transgress the normal boundaries of a Pure Bond. Not only do the subjects share a seeming ability to be able to talk to one another using nothing but their mind, through experimentation and study it appears the Alpha subject has an ability to empathise, feel, and read people, in the way an Omega normally can. He also seemed far more susceptible to other people’s emotions.

However, this had already been noted in this particular Alpha prior to bonding. And whilst it is unusual for Alphas to possess such sensitive traits, is not unheard of.

You rolled your eyes, this was such an old cliché, that alpha’s were hard, unable to show softer emotions. In reality, they were simply afraid to show those sides, because it was seen as a weakness. Exactly the type of bullshit Hydra promoted.

In contrast, his Omega seemingly possessed an ability to fight with stamina and force far beyond that which she had previously. She was also less susceptible to Alpha Commands, needing far less strength to refuse even those of her own Alpha. Furthermore, she also seemed to harbour the ability to shield her mind from those who were not her Alpha, something which has for many centuries been believed to be an Alpha only ability.

Okay, now that was interesting…

In conclusion, whilst the Soul Bond’s physical effects on the Alpha were inconclusive, the Omega’s enhanced abilities are seemingly attributed to the mingling of her DNA with that of her Alpha’s. This has never been observed before so, logically, one could surmise this is due to the fact the two test subjects share a tie deeper than that of a normal Pure Bond. There is no rational explanation for this, and until more Soul Bonds are observed, this remains a mere hypothesis.

You let out a loud exhale as you leaned back in your chair. Could that be true? Could you have taken some of Steve’s attributes on? You certainly felt no different, but then again, you had only been bonded since the previous night. And you hadn’t had any chance to find out. Nor would you for a few days, until Steve deemed you strong enough to resume your training.

Still, it was something to think about and bear in mind.

You shut the book, rubbed at your temples. You weren’t sure how that made you feel. Whilst comforted that the seemingly telepathic tie the pair of you both shared wasn’t something completely unheard of, you still had so many unanswered questions. But, as you turned this over in your brain you found yourself pausing to contemplate Bucky’s earlier words

“There’s a lot of things on this planet you can’t explain.”

Clearing your throat, you pulled out your phone and dialled Steve. He answered after the first ring.

“Doll? You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m done for the day, just wanted to see where you were.”

“In Stark’s office, come on up.”

“Okay, erm, I have a book here, can you ask him if it's okay if I take it? It’s quite an old one so it's probably valuable.”

There was a pause as Steve relayed your message to Tony who you heard give a loud chuckle.

“Take what you want, Y/N.” Stark replied and then you heard Steve.

“You get that?”

“Yeah, so, I’ll just come find you?”

“Take the elevator to the 5th Floor. It opens directly into his office.”

“Okay, see you in a minute.”

You gathered your things, taking care to place the book gently in your bag before you slung it over your shoulder. Grabbing your phone and jacket, you headed out of the library and to the elevator at the end of the hall. You pressed the call button, your eyes watching the numbers over the doors as they counted down from ten, stopping at seven, which was your floor.

The doors opened, to reveal two women.

“Oh, hi Y/N!” Pepper's face smiled at you.

“Hi.” You smiled back as she walked out of the elevator. “I was just on my way to meet Steve.”

You saw her eyes flick to your mark and then her brows raised. You swallowed and watched as Pepper turned her attention to your face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” She apologised and you gave her a small smile.

“I suppose I should get used to it, huh?”

“Well, it’s certainly unusual.” Pepper looked at you, and you felt her calming aura and you relaxed a little.

The other woman, a Beta from what you could sense, shifted a little and your eyes turned to her just in time to see hers flick to your face from your neck. She gave you a smile.

“Oh, god, where are my manners?” Pepper rolled her eyes. “Y/N, this is Christine. She’s a reporter for the Stark Wood Gazette.”

“Nice to meet you,” you shook her hand politely, the calming sense a Beta normally possessed washed over you even more and you relaxed further.

“Well, we best be going. I told Tony to invite you and Steve for dinner at the weekend but he always forgets so, let me know if you fancy it.” Pepper stepped around you and you nodded.

“Sounds great, I’ll call.”

She gave you another smile, and you headed into the elevator, selecting the fifth floor. After a short ride down, the doors opened to reveal Stark’s office. It was huge, spanning the entire floor of the tower and was, basically, a self-contained apartment minus the bedroom.

Steve’s head instantly whipped round and he looked at you over the back of the couch he was sat on and gave you a smile. You responded with one of your own and took a deep breath as you then looked at Tony, and then blinked as you saw Sharon Carter sat opposite them both on another couch at the other side of the large coffee table.

“Hey,” Steve beamed as you crossed the room, the Alpha pheromones from all three of them were strong, clearly they’d been having a heated discussion.

“Hi.” You replied a little shyly as he moved to stand.

“Are we done?” He looked at Sharon and she leaned back, popping a shoulder.

“Like I say, I was only relaying what Fury said.”

“Well, tell Captain Barbosa that he’s losing his touch. He used to have eyes and ears everywhere, now he’s running blind and deaf.” Tony sniffed and Steve gave a roll of his eyes as he moved round the back of the sofa towards you.

“I get what he’s trying to do, but until we know more about Hydra’s plans, he’s just gonna send a message that we’re gearing up for another war.” He looked at Sharon.

“Look, we have strong intel that Montana is a target, I think you’d be foolish not to listen, Steve. We tried the diplomatic approach, the WCS basically told Fury to deal with it himself.”

Steve glanced at Tony, who popped a shoulder. Sharon turned her eyes to you, a brow quirking as she spotted your bond, but then Tony spoke and she quickly turned back to the conversation.

“Can’t hurt to have a patrol on the border, Cap.”

Steve chewed the inside of his lip, before he gave a conceding nod. “Fine, but that’s all it is. Tell Fury he can deploy, but only round the borders. Our focus remains the same, we need to find where their base of ops is and cut them off at the head. Otherwise it will be a bloodbath.”

“Okay.” Sharon held her hands up.

With that, Steve nodded to both of them and moved towards you, gently guiding you back to the elevator.

“What’s going on?” You asked once the doors had shut and Steve sighed.

“Fury wants to deploy Shield’s army. I’m not sure it’s a good idea to be honest, but I suppose it can’t hurt to have a little protection around the State Border.”

You bit your lip and Steve’s arm curled round your waist and he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be safe.”

“I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about you.”

“Me?” Steve frowned.

“Yeah, when Rumlow finds out we’re bonded, he’s gonna take that personally.” You blinked. “He already thinks he has a claim on me, it’s…”

“I’m not scared of Rumlow.” Steve shook his head.

“But if he’s taken that Serum…”

“Look,” Steve turned to you. “He’s got to get near me first. That’s not going to be an easy job. Trust me when I say this, we’re prepared.”

“Okay.” You nodded.

“But as soon as you’re stronger, I want you to pick up your training again with Nat and Sam.”

Again, you nodded, and Steve’s arm moved from round you, lacing his fingers with yours.

“You wanna get lunch on the way home?”

You blinked, momentarily stunned at how he could be so normal given what you’d been discussing literally ten seconds or so ago, but as you looked at him, he gave you a small smile. You realised that there was nothing else you could do, but carry on with life. There was no point or anything to be gained by merely sitting around, waiting for the worst to happen.

“Sure.” you nodded, and he beamed, dropping a kiss to your lips.

******

“Well, Rogers has done it. He’s bonded to her.”

Rumlow leaned back in his chair, his eyes flicking to Bryce who was lounging in the chair at the other side of his desk.

“Huh, turns out he does have a pair of balls after all.”

“And there’s more.”

“Like what?” Bryce asked.

“It’s a Soul Bond.”

At that Rumlow scoffed, “they don’t exist.”

“I can assure you they do, seen it with my own eyes.” The voice on the phone said, before continuing with a hint of amusement, “you’re never gonna be able to bond her.”

“Bullshit, when I take that serum, I’ll be far more powerful than he is. I’ll rip him limb from limb.”

“You’re not listening, a Soul Bond transgresses death…”

“Again, bullshit. I don’t believe any of that.”

“Fine, whatever.”

“Even if it is true, what does it matter?” Bryce spoke. “You don’t need to bond with her. You can still use her, and she can live her life out knowing that you killed both her mates. It’ll teach her a lesson for disgracing the family name. She should have just given in once we’d gotten rid of Shea, known her place.”

“Ah, so this is all to do with your pride.” A chuckle came from the speakerphone. “You’re both pissed that a powerless Omega gave you the slip and has continued to do so for two years.”

Bryce let out a little snarl and Rumlow mimicked him as he spoke again.

“She was mine by right. The fact she’s now bonded to Rogers, well, it’s just gonna make this all the more sweet. And I’ll make sure to tell him exactly how his precious Omega is going to be used for the rest of her life, just before I rip his throat out.”

“Whatever. So, what’s the plan then?”

“Nothing has changed. The troops are ready. We mobilise tomorrow.”

“Well, you were right about one thing. When we leaked that intel it worked, Fury is doing the same, deploying to the borders of Montana.”

“Good, whilst they’re distracted with that fight, we move in. You just stick close to them like you’re doing, you’ll be rewarded when all this is over.”

“You’re the boss. Heil Hydra.”

“Heil Hydra.”

The line went dead and Rumlow glanced at Bryce who was looking at a spot on the wall. Rumlow smirked and stood up, heading towards the wet bar at the corner of the room.

“You err, you don’t believe all that Soul Bond stuff then?” Bryce spoke and Rumlow scoffed.

“Nope.” He poured a large measure of scotch into two tumblers. “I deal in science, things we have physical proof of, not fairy tales. That’s Shield’s bag. It’s why they’re weak.” When Bryce didn’t respond, Rumlow picked up both glasses and turned to him, holding one out to the younger man. “Don’t get soft on me, Langley.”

Bryce scoffed, taking the glass. “I told you, the minute she disgraced our family she was dead to me. I don’t care what you do to her.” He tossed the scotch back in one and turned his cold eyes on Rumlow, a snarl curling his lips up at the side. “My dad died with the shame of an Omega getting one over on us. Time to teach her some manners.”

**** Chapter 10

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