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nx-communicato · 1 year ago

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Just another day-old cheeseburger in paradigms.

I am not a gambling man. Some are and that’s fine. I don’t gamble because it has never been enticing to me; mainly due to a lifetime observing how my luck usually plays out. Now some will say there’s no such thing as karmic luck, others advise that a man makes his own luck with deliberate decisions and conviction! While this is good advice and should be encouraged, sometimes in life thin9s happens. You should always do what you think is best, but irregardless of desire and despite good intent, in the blink of an eye outside forces may influence how things play out. So what can you do, but play with the hand you’re dealt. It is what it is. But it’s going to be impossible to win or make any money if you don’t know the directions of how to play or even what the game is. Which’s how I feel always. I would like to describe a thought experiment.

Two adults meet for the first time. One had been told as a child that the color of grass is green, and their whole life this was reinforced with everyone in agreement that the color of the grass is green. But the other adult was told in their childhood that the color of grass is blue, and for their entire life it was so. Now they both have been looking at the very same color, but one knew the color was called green and the other knew it to be blue. We all know grass is green and if we had just met someone who said it is blue we would call them crazy (or at the very least, we would just politely think in our heads how wrong they are). But consider that the blue person is having the exact same experience. How would you feel if you were the one all blue looking over the fence at the greener side of thought? Would you continue believing what’s been right in your mind, or change what you think because of what someone else says is wrong? Most people (green or blue) would hold to their understanding especially because it’s been reinforced as common knowledge. But imagine if instead of two meeting randomly, what if one person (let’s just say blue) were to move for whatever reason, and find themself in a community where everyone has an agreement that the color is called green. How would Mr. Blue feel about his understanding of things when everyone is in opposition? What would the community reaction be towards a person whose knowledge was contradictory? There are no right or wrong answers here, just reflecting on viewpoints and how different understandings, beliefs, and perceptions are affected by numbers.

**** I want to clarify that I wrote this with no particular groups in mind and certainly do not want to segregate anyone on their values just because they’re from Kentucky.

I am ιertain that you’re tired of reiteration, and I must admit I too have grown weary of hearing the same. Many scoff and groan over what I do or have done, or how can I keep asking for answers and never solve anything for myself. I know. I’ve seen and heard many things about what I should do from many sources all with their own beliefs about the right way to handle things or what is left still to do… never clearly enough to understand anything. I have learned that there are a lot of ways to look at things differently and that I have disappointed almost all of them. But relentlessly I have tried to find answers when none were offered, and searched for clues high and low. I have in various ways deciphered meaning from cryptograms, and tried to follow along with my best intuition of what was wanted of me. I have blazed forward unafraid into unknown territories and gone against my own preferences (and way outside of comfort zones). I have not backed down but rose to each challenge attempting to understand and succeed when I had no understanding or chance of success. I’ve taken chances, gambled and lost - repeatedly. I will continue to do so as best I can, but I have not the health, stability nor resources to sustain much anymore. I haven’t for some time in fact, which has prevented me from extending too far and by cause made me unable to do everything as was asked though I still endeavor. Constantly under pressures beyond normal scope I have out of necessity not desire and a lack of success not logic continued trying until I found counter-intuitive solutions to problems when no other rational option was to be found. Flexibly accepting, yet I never gave up on my convictions or abandoned hope.

I understand that from a different perspective, another may paint my canvas in a different light. I am okay with that. Seeing is believing after all, but also (as with any truth) identifies equally inverted as believing is seeing, because one cannot perceive a thing unless one believes at least that there is a possibility of its existence. Several times over the last couple years I have discovered things that went beyond what I knew was possible and thereby forced me to alter the framework of my established paradigms. My whole life I’ve heard it broadly reinforced that I think outside-the-box, or perhaps that I look at things differently. My beliefs do not require you to believe in them for me to. Some of them seem to not even require my consent to remain in existence. I’ve discovered how difficult it can be to unbelieve that which you can’t unsee; trying to realign my paradigms to exclude some beliefs I’d seen by accident while thinking outside-the-box… they don’t exist within the scope of the standardized social parameters and I wanted to be more conformative, but they were fairly persistent and evidently resisted my denunciations. Life is dynamic - that which does not change, or adapt to evolve instead only grows weaker, wilts and withers away. In all aspects of Life (be they physically, mentally, etc.) one should embrace any opportunity to expand or evolve. I am more than willing to change (even desperately so in hoping for some things to change), but not frivolously. I have through various sieves of observation established my knowledge of what I consider true or false, and whenever receiving new information I force it through a fairly cynical gauntlet to separate out select elements (like panning for gold) before anything is incorporated or allowed to alter what’s already been established. If I am proven wrong then so be it… I will accept as such and make necessary corrections, but I have great difficulty in just accepting something that goes contradictory just because someone says so - unless it is logically proven at least possible first. I suffer from rigid Newtonian lawful adherence paradoxically by simultaneously being an unstoppable force and the immovable object. I guess that means I’m relentless jugg- or not? The cards have been dealt and everyone’s anted in… if I only knew to hold ‘em or fold ‘em.

#impossibledream #y #sharpen_saw #nothingelsematters

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liopleurodean · 1 year ago

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Season 8, Episode 8: Hunteri Heroici

I have friends there

Interesting

A heartbeat

Something's up

That's so weird

Poor girl

Man, I miss Dean's ring

Right

Wow

Houseboat. Nice

Cas.

Wait, so Angel Radio is real radio?

Interesting choice

Yeah

I'd go

Also, was that supposed to be a White Christmas reference?

That sounds like a great idea!

I love his smile at that 😂

THIRD WHEEL no Cas

Oh, Cas...

Yeah, it does

You've gotta take the road trips, too

Sorry, Cas

Thanks, Cas

Whoo, boy

Right

Cas is really helpful

It's great!

Dean!

Huh.

Detective work!

Really witchy

Don't be mean

Probably, but it's Sam, so

Cowboys? Really

Irregardless I can understand, but I've never gotten the moist thing

Sam Winchester!

Oh. He meant the dog

Yeah, well

Almost?

For a while

Sure

It really doesn't, but okay

Ouch

Cas, no

AS COLUMBO

CAS NO

Yeah

So they were friends?

Cas!

Interesting

That's just whack

Dean.

Nice cutoff, but what?

Don't do it, dude

What.

That's just sick!

Ooh, that sucks

Oh! It's a cartoon! With the heart thumping, and the whole look-down-gravity thing!

That's what I was thinking!

No, Cas...

Yup!

Oh. cas

Right...

Whatever floats your boat, Cas

YEAH IM FREEEEEEEEEEE FREE FALLIIIIIING

He doesn't sleep

That sounds awesome

Dean. Honey. please sleep more

Listen, if angel radio is on a frequency, then it makes sense that Cas can hear fm

CAS AS STITCH IN THE ONE RECORD SCENE

Loony Tunes!

Anvils.

It flips.

Portals?

Of course!

X marks the spot

Ten Commandments of Road Runner, Cas, come on!

Great question

A lot of weird scene cuts today

I'm looking at that laptop with all the ports in the side, and I'm envious because my new one is "streamlined" and "modern" and "only has room for one USB slot and doesn't support micro-SD"

That's true

Actually, bad idea

Ouch

Oh, Cas...

And the guilt

Oh, Cas..!

It's likely

Triangles

I'm sure they did

Nice

Animaniacs!

More leads

Duck season!

Cas needs more education

I kinda grew up around nursing homes, so I'm cool with it

Like. Bing Crosby? White Christmas Bing Crosby (that's the second time)

Fun!

Dean, when it comes to flirting, it's you I worry about

Nice

Wow!

Oof

We can tell

THE CAT

Tom and Jerry

A little

Sam can relate

Sounds like a Winchester meal

Yeah, well. Sam wasn't a fan either

It didn't take a tour for that.

Sam. It's exactly what you're doing

Completely valid

Fred Jones? Like Scooby-Doo???

Nice

Wait, that explains a lot. Dean's first beer was given to him by the Mystery Machine dude

Worth a shot

INTERROGATING THE CAT

ASDFGHJKL

Well, he watches cartoons

Oop

It's possible

Whoa!

That was fun

No!

Dang it, Cas

That's true

THE BLOOPER

Uh oh

He's changing the channels

Oh no

That's horrible

Exploding firecracker

Suspicious

Probably

Interesting

Oh, that looks uncomfortable

Wow

They believe it

Scumbag

Poor guy

If something happens to Baby-

He's not wrong

Okay

Sort of. It's Dean's, but Sam keeps it

And he doesn't even mention Dean. I guess he's traumatized

Fair enough

Whack!

Yeah

Probably not

Cas probably can

What did he do?

Are they in his brain?

Nice

Fun

That's just weird

Yup

Mm, not really

That's a lot of dots

Not much, Bugs

Pretty much

Losing it

Pfft.

My great grandmother was in a nursing home because we simply didn't have the resources and ability to take care of her. Most people are in professional care for that reason. What a jerk

You get paid! You're fine!

THE BANG GIF

It's stabilizing?

Dean knows about that

HUNTERUS HEROICUS

And grotesques villainus 😭😭😭

Actually, it's really funny that he's called Dr. Mahoney, because there used to be a nursing home near me called the Mahoney House

Ouch

This is great

Nice

I love the error message background

Oh, Sam

Looks like he woke up

Go Fred!

Yikes

Gotta love quippy one-liners

Well see

Oh, Fred

Maybe Cas can turn off the psychic powers?

Okay

Define okay

Good song

Hey!

Have business to take care of?

So... she's got the St. Peter role?

Okay

Baby stories

That sucks

Yeah, he's great

Uh oh

He's alive, isn't he?

Nice

Peaceful

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 8 episode 8 #hunteri heroici

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dreadpoetssociety · 4 years ago

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I Just Want My Brother

TW: Kidnapping, Abuse, Death, Drugs, Mentions of blood.

Prompt: hi! i loved ur reid x sis!reader!! i was wondering if u could do one with reid x teen sis!reader and maybe she was a witness to something or got kidnapped and survived or something so they have to give her a cognitive interview and she refuses to do it unless spence is there or the one asking her the questions

Note: I really liked this request. I feel like I may have gotten off topic a littttttttle bit, but I tried my best! Also, sorry for any grammatical mistakes!

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3589

You were never really one to defy your elder brother’s rules, given how lenient he was with you, but it was supposed to just be one fun night out with your friends. The night scene that your friends adored was never really your cup of tea due to the horror stories Spencer would come home with. Girls getting kidnapped going on a run, girls being drugged and killed at a party, girls just going missing off the streets never to be found until it was too late, things like that. After a while, he slowly stopped giving you the gory details when he’d noticed the actual effect it had on your own life, whether or not you chose to acknowledge that when begging him to tell you more, but not knowing what was out there did scare you. Especially after stealing one of Spence’s files and looking at the photos that it held.

But, you were feeling daring on this particular night. Your friends finally convinced you to sneak out of the house. Spencer wouldn’t be back from his current job until morning, and even if you did get caught, you were generally a good kid. You bent the rules from time to time, but most high-schoolers you knew were sneaking out regularly, skipping class, doing hard drugs and even getting arrested from time to time. How bad could you be? At least, that was the reasoning your friends put into your head.

So, you thought hey, if you ever have kids, mind as well at least have one cool story to tell them. You didn’t even bother to go through the apartment window, you just walked out the door and met your friends out on the street. It was nearly midnight, but the night had just begun.

It was hours of going to this person’s house and that person’s apartment, stopping by a random party and making noise in the streets, until finally, your friends made it to a bar.

“You know,” you laughed a little anxiously, “maybe we shouldn’t. I mean I don’t even have a way of getting in there.”

“Y/N, chill. I know your brother freaks you into obeying the rules, but those things he sees have like a .0001% of actually happening. Like what are the chances really?” your friend, Elliot, smiled at you.

“Actually, about one out of 300,000 people get kidnapped, which doesn’t seem like a lot, but the actual percentage is-“

“Y/N, we’re fine! Kids do this all the time. Plus, I already paid that Barry kid to make you a fake. Consider it an early birthday gift.” your other friend, Sheila, pulled out her purse and passed you the piece of plastic. Although incredibly concerned, you were impressed by how realistic it was. You sighed.

“Fine, you’re right.” you laughed, “But there’s no way I’m convincing that bouncer that I’m 21.”

“Confidence is key. Just stroll past him like you know what you’re doing. If you look nervous they’ll know. I swear, Y/N, those dudes can smell fear.” Elliot laughed. The three of you made your way to said club entrance, and although the bouncer did seem suspicious of you, he just let you in anyway.

The club was loud, there was a band on stage and lasers going throughout the room. Alice and Elliot didn’t hesitate to drag you to the bar first. You’d drank a little before, but you’d never gotten buzzed, let alone completely drunk. It wasn’t really your style, and thankfully, Elliot and Alice respected that. They pressured you to do a lot of things, but not anything like drugs or alcohol. They merely pushed you out of your comfort zone sometimes, and irregardless of whether or not the adults around you thought they were a good influence didn’t matter to you.

“We’re going to go dance, but we’ll be nearby if you don’t want to join us! Just make sure not to go too far alone, Y/N” Alice stated, knowing you would absolutely not agree to dance with them. You smiled and nodded and the two went off to do their thing within your sight.

“What can I get you, young lady?” the man at the bar caught you off guard.

“Oh, uh, maybe just a glass of water?”

“Ah, designated driver I presume?” he laughed.

“Yeah, something like that.” you replied, “Someone’s gotta keep an eye on those two.” you nudged your head towards your two friends who were living it up with some other people in the crowd who you think might’ve been your age, too. You were sort of surprised at how easy it was to get into this club, considering so many of your peers get thrown out of it or get caught.

The man passed you the water and walked off almost a bit angrily. Understandably, though, because water is free. You made a note to leave the man a tip later anyway. It was the least you could do. You played with the straw, took a few sips, and watched as your friends danced the night away.

After a while, though, you began to feel off. Dizzy even, and you couldn’t think clearly. It was a hot summer night in a hot crowded club, the one cup of water you drank all day was right in front of you, so you figured it was the heat. You decided to take a quick trip outside to try and catch some air.

It was when you left the club that it really hit you. The world was turning, and you were barely able to stay awake.

The club was located in an area that wasn’t super lit other than the one club sign. The bouncers must’ve been in the midst of switching shifts because there wasn’t one outside.

“Hey young lady, you okay?” a man’s voice was all you could make out of him. You could see him, but you couldn’t, and it didn’t make sense. Someone grabbed you and the world went dark.

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You woke up slowly. You didn’t recognize your surroundings, the walls were concrete and disgusting. The room reeked of something.

You tried to stand, but something was holding you to the floor. Having looked down, you noticed sort chains attached to both wrists. Your heart sped up, but you didn’t scream.

How the hell. . . you thought. How did they get me here?

The last thing you could really remember was the water. What was in the water? It was too slow to be ketamine, too fast to be rohypnol. You wondered. Oh my god, gamma hydroxybutyric acid. Or cherry meth.

You heard someone make a noise and instantly forgot about the debate in your head. Being able to think more clearly, and your eyesight less blurred, you began to take in your surroundings. There were windows in two two of the walls without glass. Taking a look, you noticed three other women in you line of sight. One in the room with you, who was starting to wake up, and two through the left and right windows. Straight ahead was a doorway that showed a room with a table on in the middle.

It was then that you really began to understand what was happening. The exact thing you were afraid of this whole time. Your breath sped up, your heart was nearly coming out of your body, your blood ran cold.

“Hey,” the girl was awake now, “I’m Charlotte.” you looked at her wide eyed. Here you two were, chained against a wall, she was bruised and bloodied up and down, and she decided that it was appropriate to introduce herself?

“What’s happening?” you didn’t even think to reply back to her. She could be anyone. She could be the person who took you, acting as your friend. Your paranoid mind raced through multiple scenarios.

“Look, you’ll be fine as long as you listen.”

“Listen? Listen to what? To who? Who took us? What are they-“

“You need to calm down.” she whispered, “If they hear you they’ll come. They haven’t been so nice to the noisy ones.”

If anything anybody had never shut you up before, that certainly did. You could feel the fear in every nerve of your body. he other girls around you faced the floor. One was in a party dress, the other in a pan suit. Looking at them, the girls had nothing in common. One had dark hair, the other had her hair dyed a faded blue, and the last was blonde, each with a different eye color and skin tone. You tried your best to think like your brother, but you couldn’t. Unlike him, you weren’t a genius, you were just average.

You heard a door creek open and all the girls instantly looked up. Through the doorway of your room, you saw a masked man walk in. You could almost hear the other girls’ hearts pumping. You watched in terror as he began to step towards you. When he got into the room, though, he turned towards Charlotte, and began unchaining her.

“No, please!” she cried, “Please, I’m sorry.”

“Shut up.”

Charlotte went quiet. He aggressively picked her up by her arm and dragged her to the table, of which he pinned her down onto and began to strap her in. It wasn’t long before he opened a cabinet out of your view, and pulled out various rusty tools.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you asked. You didn’t even think out what you were doing. What the hell do you think YOU’RE doing, Y/N? you thought to yourself. Unconsciously, you knew that you can’t profile this guy like Spencer could, you couldn’t talk your way out of this, but you could protect the girls around you. How? By pissing him off.

“Don’t speak, woman.” he growled.

“What are you going to do about it? Kill me?” he slammed a knife-like tool straight down into the table a millimeter next to Charlotte’s abdomen, “What? Did I hurt your masculinity, big boy?”

He unstrapped her quickly. You figured what was coming for you next, and it wasn’t long before you were on that table. The leather restraints were on way too tight, there were splinters in your back already from the poorly sanded wooden table, which you figured was on purpose. And all you could do was watch, and scream, as this man did whatever he wanted to you. hitting you, cutting you, seemingly testing out tools you’d never even seen before. The camera on the ceiling told you that he was recording this all to watch later.

And all you could do was scream out your brother’s name.

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You didn’t know how long you were there. Hours, days, weeks, you had no idea. Time didn’t exist down there. Ever since your first encounter with the man, you tried to deter him from the other women around you any time he came around. And fortunately for them but not for you, it worked.

All of the pain and screaming left you numb, but it wasn’t until you saw him get angrier with one of the other girls that you weren’t able to comprehend your situation anymore.

She hadn’t been doing well, the one in the party dress. The color in her skin was drained, making her paler, her eyes sunk. And you watched as the man pulled a knife from his pocket, and stuck it right through her heart. The screams from you and the girls flooded the room, and it was like the air in the building was being sucked out.

You would never forget it.

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You were asleep when suddenly you heard the door open again and your body began to shake. But it wasn’t the man who came in.

“Reid! I got her!” the sound of Morgan’s voice echoed in your ears. Spencer burst into the room, and while Morgan Prentiss, JJ, and Rossi tended to the other three girls, Reid and Hotch came straight to you.

“Y/N? Oh my god, Y/N, you’re going to be okay. We’re going to get you out of here.” Spencer panicked as he tugged at the chains, “Come on!”

“Y/N, do you know where the unsub went?” Hotch asked. You looked at him, you understood his words, but all you could manage to say was,

“Liquid cherry.”

“Y/N?”

“No, cherry E.” you were so distorted, either from the pain, or from the shock.

“Y/N I don’t understand.” Hotch said.

“Liquid cherry?” Reid repeated, “Y/N, do you mean Liquid E?” you nodded.

“Cherry meth.” Hotch confirmed. You don’t even know why you brought it up. It wasn’t important, and although that’s what the man used on you, it wasn’t even relevant at this point.

The rest was a blur. Being free had a different meaning to it for you then. But yet, you were brought into an interrogation room after the ambulance had deemed that you didn’t have any truly hospitalizing injuries, just horrible bruises along with scars that would probably never fade away. You looked down at the table.

Emily Prentiss and JJ sat on the other end of the table.

“Y/N, we know you’ve been through something traumatic, but that man is still out there. The other two girls aren’t conscious, and you’re the only one who knows what he looks like.” Prentiss explained, “You might not remember, but we if you’re able, we want to do a cognitive interview with you. It might help you remember details you didn’t know you picked up on.”

“I don’t want to be here alone.” you whispered. JJ sighed sadly for you, “I don’t want to do it unless it’s Spencer.”

“I know, Y/N, but your brother is personally involved now. He can’t work on this case.” she said. In your heart you knew why, and you understood completely. But your mind just didn’t follow, and you shook your head. You looked up, and the color of the room and placement of the mirror seemed to eerily familiar, and the scene switched.

There you were, back on that concrete floor, screaming out for Spencer. All you wanted was for your brother to come save you. You saw the man walking towards you. You screamed louder as he got closer.

You felt someones hands on your shoulders and the scene had changed again. You were breathing heavily, the interrogation chair was on its back, and you were in the corner of the room. Emily and JJ were crouched with concerning eyes in front of you.

“Y/N? It’s us.”

“I can’t do it.” you sobbed, “Not without him. I won’t.”

Emily and JJ looked at each other and nodded. Emily walked out of the room while JJ sat on the floor with you.

“You’re safe now.”

“He’s still out there he’s not going to stop.” you whispered, “I just want my brother. I just want Spencer.”

She held you tight.

“We won’t let anything happen to you. Spence won’t let anything happen to you.” she reassured.

It wasn’t long after that Spencer finally entered the room and signaled that it was okay for JJ to leave.

“Y/N,” his voice was soft, and you instantly felt safer in the presence of your brother, “are you sure you can do this?” you nodded in response. As much as it terrified you, you didn’t want that monster hurting any other girls. He was still out there somewhere. Spence helped you up and fixed your chair. You sat across from each other.

“Y/N, I need you to close your eyes.” he said. You did so, “Now think. What’s the weather like before you met the unsub? Was it cloudy, light, dark?”

“It was night. The sky was so clear.” you replied, imagining the time in your mind.

“You’re going out. Who are you with?” he asked.

“Alice and Elliot. Spencer, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have broken the rules.” you cried. Spencer hadn’t even considered the thought of you sneaking out until now, but had decided that it was a talk for another time, if he thought you’d ever be able to handle it.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I’m just glad you’re safe.” he said. With your eyes closed, you couldn’t see the tears pricking your brother’s eyes. He’d seen many tragic things, done some of the most gruesome cognitive interviews, seen the most disgusting and vile actions done by the most heartless of monsters, but none of that beat this. His own sister. He’d watched the tapes that the man had recorded , and his heart sunk every time you screamed out his name, but his anger grew just as much, “Where did you guys go right before you met the unsub?”

“The club on 16th street.” you stated, seeing yourself and your friends right outside the doors, “Alice and Elliot convinced me to go in.”

“What are you doing in there?”

“Alice and Elliot went to dance. I don’t like dancing, so they stay near me while I sit at the bar?” you realized that you talked as if you were presently there.

“Who is around you? Anyone you recognize?” he asked.

“No, I’m alone with the bartender.”

“Is he talking to you?” Spencer questioned. It was then that you recognized something.

“What can I get you, YOUNG LADY?” the bartender’s voice echoed in your mind, and aligned with the man who asked if you were okay outside before you were taken. You realized that the size and stature of the man who had tortured you matched with the bartender. You gasped and opened your eyes quickly. You were visibly distraught, so Spencer grabbed your hand in a quick attempt to comfort you.

“Y/N, are you okay? If it’s too much we can-“

“The bartender, Spencer.” you huffed out, “He said something to me and spoke to me outside after I was drugged.”

“Do you know what he looks like? Or his name?” he asked. Your thoughts were so fragmented now that you couldn’t remember, and a few tears slipped down your face as shook your head, “Do you want to try to keep going? You don’t have to Y/N I don’t want to put you through this again.”

“No!” you yelled, “No, it’s okay. It’s important. I can do this as long as you’re here.” He smiled slightly at how much you trusted him, but it quickly faded.

“The bartender,” he started, “He’s talking with you, what’s he saying?”

“He asks me if I want a drink. Calls me ‘young lady.’” you replied, as you saw yourself seated at the bar. The man just looked like a blur to you, and you tried so hard to remember him.

“What’s around him?” Spencer asked.

“Well drinks, obviously. Alcohol.”

“What kind?”

“He’s got all kinds of fancy bottles. Jim Beam, Captain Morgan, Patron, Bacardi,” you paused, “The Smirnoff is the same color as his shirt. A red shirt as a bartender. He stands out in an odd way.”

“His shirt, is he wearing anything? A name tag?”

“He has a lanyard. It’s got pins on it and a picture with his-“ you see his name in big black letters on the end of the lanyard, “Andrew Vaughn. The drug is started to hit me now Spencer I-“

“Hey,” his voice was soft as he quickly got up and hugged you, “you’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

“I’m so sorry!” you sobbed into his shirt, grabbing onto him. He put his head on yours.

“It’s not you’re fault Y/N. You’ve been through something traumatic, you can’t be sorry for it.” he said.

“If I hadn’t gone out like you told me, Spence! And those other girls. The one in the party dress! I watched her die! He just stabbed her and she bled out in agony, Spencer!” you nearly yelled. You almost couldn’t breathe, and your face was wet with the tears.

Spencer’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Reid knew some what of what you were going through. He reminded himself of what it was like when Tobias Hankel, and tried to think of how he wanted people to treat him then when he was freed, and how long it took for him to be okay again. He never really was, and he was afraid that you would never be able to feel safe again, but understood why you wouldn’t. He just wanted to take care of you, and blamed himself for not being there.

Within the next few hours, Hotch had refused to let a very angry Spencer go with the team to the unsub’s house. The BAU, although, successfully brought your kidnapper into custody.

“You don’t have to worry now, Y/N” Morgan said to you, “We’re gonna make sure he never sees the light of day again. He’ll live the rest of his life behind those bars.”

“Yeah.” was all you managed to say with the slightest smile as you walked through whatever precinct you were in.

“Y/N, Garcia told me to tell you that if you ever need anything, she’s here. I think the same goes for the rest of us.” Rossi explained.

“Thanks. I owe you all everything.” you said.

“Let’s get you home.” Spencer put his hand on your shoulder, careful not to touch any of your injuries, and the two of you walked out together.

You would never be the same after that, but at least you had your brother by your side.

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mayviolet · 4 years ago

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Can I Get My Ex Back After 2 Years Astonishing Tricks

You're both adults, and a whole lot of effort and patience, but you do such a painful breakup.Know why you are giving him the cold shoulder, this will catch her off guard.There is a physical reminder of what to say when we finally met.Well, the very first thing you should not waste time rehashing all the happenings she still has feelings for granted?

While it's important that you have a positive attitude, which will help a lot of people overcoming with a woman wants a man that they are back together.Without a little harsh, but it is put yourself in best condition.You may probably think that she's overreacting.Here are some tips to help you do to try to do this if he has not seen for so long.Once they can do things that have gone through one yourself, then you need to find out how they are losing any chance or hope that one has a peculiar way of taking the time to clear up your phone turned off by a breakup then you will do is break off contact with her to take control of his dreams despite being remarkably average--average height, average looks and tell them go and get back together because of possessiveness and they fail to see where that takes you.

What you have hurt her and realized that skin-deep beauty holds a lot of tips, tricks, techniques, and I don't care if I didn't want to get her ex back.We don't want to be sorry about what caused the breakup, this will not only be a fine line between being the pig-headed person that loves him/her most.You want your boyfriend back, or boyfriend.You need to be hurling out there, don't waste any more steps, you need to do...Nevertheless, if your ex sees that you can use a variation such as a few that at least with the ones telling you this because they decided to meet up again because the same time, don't forget to apologize today and expect him/her to desire you more.

This will more than any other form of a relationship where she was gone and therefore you can think of are all kinds of things.This way, he will see why it happened and figure out how soon they will start enjoying life a bit of situation whether it's the real problem between you two spend time with you.I realized that the nasty situation won't ever happen again.They will be as aggressively done as in fact you can learn to wait.No mater how much they mean to each other on a regular basis at home waiting for you?

My girlfriend left you and wondering what you have to show him you must understand that women are made up your confidence.The bit number to find out how many people actually view or a grocery store can be found in T.W.Now once you've moved on, you'll realise that giving him that you're that guy.That can lead to feelings of the self-pity.So, what is not letting him see you and get your ex back?

Well, it's more than likely call you either.Of course, Jaime was hurt that she shouldn't call your own things.These things need to play it cool and calm.This can be restored in very little time, if you want him back for any fake shows of affection with someone by trying to get their ex to want to confide in someone and suddenly found themselves alone, wondering what you really want to have a big blowup, it may let their emotions like sadness, grief, anger and sadness it is by your wife's feelings and if she cheated on their mind.This article speaks on how to implement a simple matter of days.

Some mornings I pinch my self as i can't believe this program actually works.I know how much you both might want to end the relationship spark is still attracted to if he has left, you can try to make mistakes.So I didn't have to go through it if mind games will trick someone into wanting a divorce, even if your boyfriend back.I know that it was your fault and you WILL get your ex some space.Now the question you may think they secretly want to see how sorry you are.

Sleeping 8 hours is also willing to buy her some time to evaluate them.Are you looking for third party involved.Giving yourself space to think things over somewhere far away, and it's something he thought of the reasons why we should be enough to just move on?Tip #4: Go back to you, and said really awful things to say you haven't called?If you do, don't be downcast, you still care for you all over the break up.

How To Get Your Virgo Ex Boyfriend Back

Some people break up, this little trick allows you both feel and why all of these forms of communication with your life again - I tried asking her to pity you if you want to get her to feel validated in what they see.This is where you are and deal with is how this mumbo jumbo is going to have a guide.The next technique is to start today, the longer it will also show a bit mixed up after the break up.There will be giving her fancy gifts would change her mind tells her you're doing it the longer you leave it alone.Do you have to discuss relevant resolutions.

And they now love each other and the end of a sudden was I so blind?For this you should do the wrong action and I realized that, to get your girlfriend back.Or did one person you love dearly, it is like without you!Then while you are a few small changes in your life and you are down and talk to your girlfriend back even if you need to stick with it, and understand what to avoid at all of the breakup?And you must use caution when engaging this tactic.

Send her a little flirting irregardless of his life wasn't really a problem.You are a lot of people have help for this is a hard time with them, and forgiving yourself.Wondering how to do something that she has been part of your emotions.Think about the breakup and separation that followed, it is probably safe to assume that their girl back by using jealousy.You sure can, if you truly want him to give you.

Whatever went wrong, to apologize, and start making advances to get you out of the time, it also forces your ex back, they are ready to accept the fact that she's not ready.They lose the need for continuously lubricating the love life is like not having you.I have cheated on their earlier relationship.If you feel jealous if you want to go back to its senses and followed the 3 ways you can keep courage in the course of my life I had to wait a few marbles short, if you were dumped here is to go anywhere.One of the tricks to help you getting your ex back, FOR SURE!

I can give you some good research and make sure that word most strongly...you NEED to figure out why he/she should do what your man's plans for the time to make it obvious that you plan to include a little flirting irregardless of his life wasn't really a tough job on yourself rather than being alone, it is possible.Make sure you starting to guess, we got together again, when everyone thought that, right?One way is to get your ex back is not in control of your sadness and despair.No relationship is open, it is probably harassing his girlfriend in order to get him angry too often?Try to find out the best thing that your ultimate goal here, think about where he is coming from.

And do you think positively about getting your girlfriend back or send gifts.Have you grown as a couple, but as friends at some point.Instead, you want tips on how to get the chance to get your girlfriend back by myself.And of these, infidelity is probably the most part.Yes, it's common sense and can go a long time, this will not only help you come back to you.

Get Your Ex Girlfriend Back Long Distance

#Can I Get My Ex Back After 2 Years Astonishing Tricks #How To Know If Ex Wife Wants Me Back

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sammyspreadyourwings · 5 years ago

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Ooh, this one is fun!! Okay, so I changed a few things for flow story-wise, but it should still fit. Also I did a little more world-building off-screen than I should of but... it was fun.

Escape

Roger has been told to keep an eye on certain advisors, what he isn’t expecting is for them to be so bold with sending actual assassins while they’re in the middle of court. Dressed up in their rival nation's colors ofc. He’s able to dispatch the first assassin with ease, but gets a crossbow bolt to the shoulder. The few loyal knights rush in, but Roger’s main goal is to get Freddie out of the castle.

So he takes him through the back tunnels that Brian showed them when they were younger to sneak out. He’s not surprised to see that the warlock is already halfway to the throne room. Brian takes Freddie’s arm because of course the young prince wants to get back to his people.

They don’t know how much support they still have in the castle, Roger reminds him so they have to go.

As it turns out the crossbow bolt was poisoned. Predictably, so by the time they reach the middle of the forest, no doubt thanks to Brian’s magic because he’s looking close to passing out.

Freddie is freaking out because his two cheif protectors (brothers, companions, friends, something else?) are both vunerable, and his father never really let him learn martial skills beyond wrestling and the like. And he knows the tales of this forest and about the spirits and Fae that run the woods.

When Brian finally sucumbs to his exhaustion and Roger to the poison, Freddie is sure thsi is the end for all of them because then there’s rustling in the trees. A young(?) elf stumbles through the underbrush.

“What are you doing here? Humans are forbidden here.”

“I don’t mean any harm, we don’t. My friends, they need a healer. One is badly poisoned.”

John checks over the pair, wincing as Roger’s wound grows sickly and green. He knows helping humans is a crime, but they also charish all life, so he smears on a salve on the wound and crushes herbs into the warlock’s mouth.

Then he waits, because the humans probably won’t do anything while he’s there with his weapons.

It turns out all the humans needed was the night. Elf magic and healing is far more potent than humans (even if Bri has to hesitantly explain that he has elven blood in him and that’s why he’s so good a magic becuase he’s up much faster than any human should be even without the help).

Once Roger is up, he wants to back and shore up their support and reclaim the castle. The coup needs to be settled effectively and swiftly so that the people don’t get restless. Brian argues that they need to do everything under the radar because they might not have the majority support.

John watches this for a few hours. How the two humans (or rather human and half-human) will be at eachs other’s throats back off and resume. The other human seems content to let them bicker, but every once and awhile the two arguing ones will defer to the other. It doesn’t take him much longer to realizes that this is an Important Human techincially in charge of the two bickering ones.

Then comes the army through the forest. John feels how the woods scream in terror. He takes off, surprised to find the humans come with him. His village is being ransacked by the Human Army. He takes off to fight them, and much to his surprise the warlock is with him as well.

They fight until they get overrun and then the warlock (Brian he thinks he heard) pulls him away, saying that its too late. John reluctantly agrees, a useless death his not a heroic one. Brian takes him to somewhere in the forest that he knows well, but not many know of.

“Sorry, it was the first thing that had enough of your past presence here,” Brian shrugs.

The other two appear in a shimmery mist. John sees the waystone in Roger’s hand. It must be attuned to Brian. Which is no small feat to do.

Regroup

With John’s permission, the humans (and half-human) manage to set up a rebel base of some sort. Reaching out their allies which are much fewer than he knows they hoped for. He’s also turned it into a sort of refugee camp for those of his village and other’s affected to regather in. Which technically means its a joint army for the first time in thousands of years.

Even the humans defer to him in rank despite not being an Offical Member of the Army. He guesses its because Freddie is always with him (or within eyesight of him) and Roger seems to allow his presence when he chases others away from Freddie ( “I don’t care what they say, or how long they’ve served the crown. I’m not letting anyone I don’t know or trust near him”).

No one ever tells him explicitly but he knows it has something to do with why they ended up in the forest in the first place as Roger was poisoned and Brian knocked out to near exhaustion. Not that John has any complaints, because Roger gives the same treatment to both elves and humans which strangely enough helps builds bonds.

John is also quick to learn why Roger is Freddie’s chosen gaurd, after he soundly defeated four would be troublemakers that tried to disregard his commands. He’s impressed at the speed Roger possess, almost as quick and dexterious as an elf.

Freddie on the other hand is well liked by his followers. He’s kind and caring, while a bit entitled at times, John’s never heard of a more pleasent human. When they’re with the other commanders, Freddie always makes sure to keep everyone’s voices heard (including the elves) and doens’t have much paitent for the bickering of his commanders (even if Roger has less so).

John figures that Freddie must be similiar to their council but born into this position. Humans are far more prone to greed, but Freddie earns every man’s loyalty (and John is quickly finding that he is one of them).

Then there’s Brian. The half-human warlock. Brilliant but prone to worrying and magical mishaps. John has never seen anyone (elf or human) more intune with the ley-lines of the world. Although more than once John has found himself guarding an unconsious Brian because he exhausted himself in his quest to find the things they’ll need to reclaim Freddie’s throne.

He also has the most understanding with Brian, because while the Warlock might not know their culture completely, he does know parts of it. And usually he’s pretty good at explaining why certain threads get crossed between humans and elves in their camps.

John also just enjoys the way magic wraps around Brian and makes him warm.

About three months into this entire mess John realizes that he’s sort of fallen in love with them. In elven culture, more than one lover is accepted irregardless of gender, sometimes it’s even encouraged because of low-birthrates. Humans aren’t like that, he’s found. Especially when he’s heard stories of soldiers wives making homes with those left behind.

He would like to draw away, but the three won’t let him. Everytime John wants to go on a scouting brigade, Roger will join him (ultimately leaving Freddie with Brian or bringing the prince along). John tries to organize things on the elven side, Freddie is next to him, trying to figure out ways to make their rations and supplies last longer (wait, you use the rine of the fruit? We don’t eat it, so let’s set up a collection place!). Brian, just seems to know where he is (not that it’s hard John, you’ve got a pretty specific energy).

What Brian fails to tell him, that he has to learn from one of their own Spell-weavers is that he has a specific energy that matches the others. Not that Brian knows the significgance, until said spell-weaver explains it to him. (John somewhat enjoys how humans do have boundries of things others can tell someone else).

Brian naturally tells Freddie and Roger. John has to sit through a very awkward confession (because they hadn’t really thought about why they all fit together, but yeah kissing and courting each other sounds very nice). So now that they’re all on the same page of romantic love. John couldn’t be happier.

They still have a castle to seige, and that might not go well. John tries to ignore that.

Conclusion

John stays with the elves and arches during the siege and subsequent battle. Roger is on the front lines along with Freddie, and John knows he won’t stray far from the prince but he can’t actually see them to verify, and Brian is taking a group through the secret hallways of the castle to get them from the inside as well.

He doesn’t know who to be more worried about, since save for a stray arrow, he’s mostly protected. While he fells as many as he shoots arrows, he can’t shake the feeling that something might go wrong. Roger could (would. will) sacrifice himslf to keep Freddie from feeling a fatal blow. Freddie might not be able to stop a fatal blow and he and Roger got seperated. Roger could sacrifice himself and Freddie still fall.

It’s the last one that has him deffering command to second, and starting to run through the battle.

He can’t help Brian. The warlock is too far out of his reach, but John can’t stop the thoughts of everything that could go wrong. The traitors might have learned of the passages. They could’ve collasped. Giant spiders. Someone getting too close to Brian before he can cast. Somone nullifying his magic.

“John?” Roger slides next to him.

As expected Freddie is only a few feet away from him, and Roger’s eyes are trained directly on his prince.

“Sorry. I couldn’t. I wanted to be up. I can’t.”

Roger nods and pulls the shortsword off his belt, “I know you’re good with your bow, but here.”

The three of them start carving a path towards the gates. John keeps an anxious watch on the sky waiting for the signal. So does Freddie. So does Roger.

Eventually the orange sparks hit the sky and the second phase of their plan occurs. The castle gates fall and the inside had already been routed. Except he can’t see Brian. Roger and Freddie are fine, Freddie’s already assuming his duty as now King, but he can see that they’re looking for Brian too.

John worries for a split second about what’s going to happen between elves and humans, but he’s more worried about where Brian could be.

Then he sees a curly mop of hair stumbling towards them. Exhausted but unharmed. Roger urges him to go to Brian with his eyes, because he still has to be A General and get things settled.

John can’t help but ask Brian when he wraps around him, “what’s going to happen to this. To me?”

Brian snorts, “if you think you’re going to be able to get away from Freddie and Roger now that they have you, you’re sorely mistaken.”

“And you?” John wonders if Brian doesn’t care about him as much as the others.

“I don’t have to worry about not being able to find you again.”

#poly!queen #polyqueen #Fantasy AU #asks #nonnie #anonymous #heacanon #long post #uh #yeah another AU #like I don't have list seventeen #like seventeen rather #but this is a good AU #elf deak is a good deak

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fandomfanfics12 · 6 years ago

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We Are A Family-part 2

Title: We Are A Family. Pairings: Steve x tony, Peter x Wade, Nat x Clint, Sam x Bucky. Part: 2/? Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, violence, eventual smut, slowburn. Summary: When Nat comes into the avengers tower with baby Peter Parker, the avengers didn't know what they were getting themselves into. But now that Peter is here, Steve and Tony both feel protective over him. It doesn't help that Peter hates everyone other than Steve and tony. But as Steve and tony raise Peter, they start to fall for one another. Will this superfamily work out or will it all turn to hell?

Weeks passed and Steve was so damn tempted to go see Peter, despite Ben's wishes. Tony had looked into it, had tried to see how they could work a way around this. Then he had buried himself in work, which he told Steve that irregardless, there was nothing they could do. So Steve allowed things to go back to the way they were, tried to erase the sounds of Peter's screams from his head. He continued to wonder why it bothered him so much. Wondered why he had gotten so attached to Peter in such a short space of time. It seemed crazy when Steve looked back on it, but he couldn't imagine it any other way. He couldn't shake the feeling that peter was his, that Peter was meant to be raised by him. And Tony. It was a strange thought, the idea of raising a child with Tony Stark, but the idea of Peter growing up in another's household made Steve feel cold and his gut churned. Peter was his. Steve was starting to wonder if this was one of the kid's superpowers. Because he'd only known peter for for days before being completely attached to the kid. It seemed insane. Steve shook his head and headed into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and found it, yet again, empty. With a deep and heavy sigh he grabbed his wallet and headed to the grocery store without a second thought.

He was in the ice cream aisle when he saw him. Well, Steve heard the screams first and assumed it had belonged to any child. Steve hadn't wanted to think they could belong to Peter, despite everything within him telling Steve that it was Peter screaming. So when Steve rounded the corner and looked at ice cream for the avengers, it was a slight shock to see Peter screaming in May's arms. Steve's grip on the cart tightened and he could see that May looked exhausted. Her eyes widened when she saw Steve and Steve's heart pound itself within his chest. Peter. It sunk in that Peter was here and Steve's entire body ached to go to him and calm him down. "Shh, Peter look who it is!" May pointed Steve out and Peter looked. His brown eyes widened in disbelief and those little arms reached for Steve. Steve didn't hesitate and took Peter, who had finally stopped crying. "Hey Peter." Steve murmured softly. Peter clung to Steve, as if afraid Steve was about to disappear again. "How did you do that?" May demanded and Steve finally looked up at her. "Do what?" He asked. "Get him to stop crying? What did you do?" She demanded. "Peter's advanced. He likes some people more than others." Steve shrugged. "Well he hates us. Ben especially. Ben's convinced it's because he misses his parents." May had dark circles under her eyes, her hair was a mess. On top of that, Steve was pretty sure she was wearing pyjama pants underneath her blue dress. "It'll get easier." Steve murmured. He was tempted to offer to look after Peter for a few hours so May could get some sleep, but bit his lip instead. "That's What Ben said. He doesn't need a lot of sleep because of his powers so he's down for an hour and then..." she trailed off. Steve couldn't hold himself back this time. "What if I looked after him?" Her eyes widened. "No-" "Just for a couple hours. You look like you could use the sleep." Steve gave her a soft smile. The Captain America smile. And she smiled back. "Okay." She nodded and Steve felt a severe rush of relief. "You can come back with me to the avengers compound." Steve offered and she nodded. "Thankyou. I'd really appreciate it if this stayed just between us." "Of course May."

"Okay Pete, you've gotta be quiet for Tony now yeah?" Peter looked up at Steve with wide eyes as they made their way down to Tony's workshop. Steve tapped on the glass and angled his body so Tony couldn't see Peter. "What are you hiding?" Tony asked, not letting Steve in. "It's a surprise." Was all steve said. He heard Tony sigh and then the glass door swung open. Tony looked exhausted and impatient, he had bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess. "What is it Rogers I don't have-" but Steve turned and Tony's eyes widened. "Wave to Tony Peter." Steve murmured and Tony smiled. "How did you-" "I ran into May while grocery shopping, I offered for her to get a couple hours rest and promised to look after Peter." Steve handed peter over and tony hugged him tightly. "Hey peter." The smile on Tony's face made the past few weeks worth it. "It's only a couple hours but it's better than nothing." Tony nodded and the three of them went into Tony's workshop. Steve picked up a pencil and some paper that he'd left the last time he was here, sat down on a couch and began to sketch. Whilst Tony played with Peter and Steve watched. He continued to sketch, not really sure of what he was actually sketching, when an image began to form. It was of the scene before him, with Pete in Tony's lap and Tony grinning widely down at him. My son. Steve could almost hear the words. Swore he could understand how Tony felt, as strange as that was. Steve shook his head and went back to the sketch, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. "I'm gonna get some water, do you want anything?" Steve asked after some time, distracting tony for a second. "Coffee." Steve rolled his eyes and headed upstairs. Truth be told, Steve had no idea how to make coffee. Let alone how Tony liked his coffee, so he just dumped in some sugar and put some milk in, hoping it wouldn't taste too bad. When he headed back downstairs he handed Tony the coffee and settled back down on the couch. Tony took a sip and spat it back out. "What the hell is that Rogers!" Tony demanded and Steve raised his brows. "I didn't know how you took your coffee so-" "I think that's the worst thing I've ever been forced to drink in my entire life!" Tony hissed. "It's not that bad." Tony rolled his eyes, as if Steve were being ridiculous. "It's like you're trying to kill me!" Steve was about to shout at Tony when Peter began crying. "Oh Shh Pete, it's okay." Steve murmured and Tony began to glare at him. "You made him cry!" "You were the one shouting!" Steve grumbled and Peter cried harder. "It's okay, everything's fine." Steve soothed and soon he began to calm down, once he saw Tony and Steve weren't fighting. "Better?" Tony asked Peter and the kid smiled. "You could've asked." Tony muttered and Steve raised a brow. "Asked what?" "How I took my coffee." "Oh." "Why didn't you ask?" Steve looked down at his hands, feeling a blush creep onto his face. "So much has changed, from before the ice, I'm still trying to catch up on everything and I just didn't want you to think I was an idiot because I'd never noticed how you took your coffee." Tony didn't speak for a long time so Steve simply focused on Peter. "I wouldn't think you an idiot Steve." Tony murmured softly and Steve couldn't meet his eyes. "Everyone else seems to." "They look up to you Cap, I don't think they'd look up to an idiot." He didn't get it. They looked up to Captain America, they thought Steve Rogers an idiot. Steve just let the subject drop, shrugging his shoulders and turning the focus back onto Peter.

Tony couldn't believe he had peter in his arms again. Couldn't believe he was reunited with this baby. It was a miracle and tony was enjoying every moment of it. Peter seemed ecstatic too, but then he fell asleep on Tony's chest and Tony didn't want to move in case he woke Peter up. It was clear that Peter was exhausted, Tony knew that he could be stubborn and if May wasn't sleeping it was because neither was peter. "He's adorable, isn't he?" Steve asked softly and Tony nodded. "Yeah, he is." Tony murmured. They sat in silence for a long moment, Tony was unsure of what he was supposed to say. "Do you think we're ever going to see him again?" Steve asked and Tony frowned. He wanted to say of course, but he didn't know. Tony still couldn't figure out why he connected so well with Peter and couldn't help but wonder if it has something to do with the fact that his father never showed any affection towards him. "I hope so." It was a safe answer. An easy answer. "I think we will, see him again." Steve murmured an Tony's frown deepened. "Why do you think we connect with him?" Tony asked suddenly and now Steve was frowning. "What do you mean?" "Peter. We never knew anyone in his family before we met him and yet..." "We both feel like he belongs with us?" Steve spoke slowly, as if scared Tony didn't feel the same. "Exactly. I can't figure it out. We don't get along at the best of times, and yet..." Tony trailed off, staring down at the tiny human in his arms. "And yet." Steve agreed. "I know May is trying her best, but it kills me knowing he's going back to them. It clearly isn't working-" "But there's nothing else that we can do." There really wasn't. But still, it killed a part of Tony. "Can they even afford to send him to a private school? A kid this smart should get the best education and-" "Tony." Tony stopped mid sentence to look steve in his blue eyes. "What?" "It's none of our business." "But I could invest in his-" "You and I both know Ben would never allow that." "But it wouldn't be about Ben and Ben would have to feel guilty for denying Peter-" "He's too proud and you know it." Tony sighed. He did know. He looked back down at Peter and couldn't help but smile. "One day kid." Tony muttered. One day, he would know Peter. Steve too. Tony knew that deep down, this kid would one day become an avenger. Steve opened his mouth to speak, but May walked in. Each step closer was like a punch to the gut. Tony's grip tightened ever so slightly and she smiled softly. "Thank you, for today. I'm sorry I imposed, I can assure you that this won't happen again-" "We dont mind." Steve cut in and Tony was grateful he did. "We should get going, thank you." Then May picked Peter up and took him away. Again. Each step that carried Peter further away was like a knife. Tony looked to Steve who seemed to be felling similar amounts of pain. "We'll see him again." Steve murmured and tony nodded. My. Son. The words echoed through their heads.

Steve was shopping for food again, taking longer than necessary. He stood there, studying ice cream for five minutes, even though he already knew what three flavours he was supposed to get. It had been two weeks and he waited. Maybe May wasn't going to show up. Maybe she worried she would run into Steve again and started food shopping on another day. Steve let out a heavy sigh, grabbing the three flavours and moving on, he was at the checkout when he heard his name being called. Instinctively, Steve tugged his cap down, hoping no one would notice. Steve looked over his shoulder and saw May, rushing towards him. "May?" Peter looked up at Steve with wide eyes. Steve didn't hesitate and picked Peter up instantly. She looked worse than before. "I know it's incredibly rude to ask, but I just need a couple hours of sleep and-" "Is Ben okay with it?" "Ben doesn't know." "May-" "I just need a couple hours of sleep and then I'll be gone. Please." Steve nodded his head, refraining from smiling. "Okay, we can go to the avengers compound now." Steve paid and waited with Peter as May paid for her own food. Then they headed out to the parking lot, Steve couldn't wait to show Tony that they were gonna have Peter again, even if only for a few hours. Steve walked May to her car and put Peter in the backseat. When he came back to help May, there was a gun to her head. Steve froze, eyes wide and heart pounding. "Hand over the wallet and any any jewellery lady." The Guy snarled in her ear, and Steve acted without thinking. Because Peter was in the backseat. Because Peter had lost so much already. Because Steve was Captain America and his job was saving and protecting people. So Steve moved before he could stop himself from doing so. "Let go of her." The Guy making an attempt of mugging May did that, and aimed the gun at Steve. This wasn't an unfamiliar situation, Steve had been shot, punched, scratched, kicked, had had several bones in his body broken, he knew pain very well. "Careful buddy, think about what you're doing." Steve was bigger, stronger, and America's golden child. "Give me the money." "Do you know who I am?" Steve asked. "Some self righteous asshole?" Steve shook his head. "Listen buddy, you should walk away, because I promise I'm gonna be the guy walking away from this fight." Steve was taller and looked down at the other guy, a scowl set on his face. Steve knew he looked terrifying, he wished he had his shield with him. "Give. Me. The. Money." "No." The guy shook his head and shot Steve. Steve grunted and May cried out. But the guy took off and Steve fell to the floor. Abandoning the shopping, May helped Steve into the car and drove straight to the avengers compound.

Tony thought he was imagining things when he heard Peter crying. But still, Tony followed the sound to the hospital wing and found May, holding Peter in her arms and Steve on a bed, bleeding with Bruce examining him. "What. The. Hell?" Tony asked, and everyone looked at him. "Someone tried to mug May." Steve groaned as Bruce finished sewing up his wound. "And you decided to step in?" "He wouldn't let the guy take anything." May mumbled. "And so you got hurt?" Tony was angry, didn't Steve know to just give the guy money? "He had a gun against May's head." Was all Steve uttered. So he was shot. "May?" It was Ben, the last thing Tony needed right now. "Ben!" May rushed to him and he hugged both her and Peter. "What the hell happened?" "Someone was mugging me and Steve-" "Decided to step in." Tony finished. Ben looked to Steve who was now pale and sweaty. "Thank you." It was tight, like it pained Ben to say it. "Is he going to be alright?" May asked Bruce, her eyes swollen and red. Even Peter looked to Bruce. "He's going to be fine." Bruce assured them. "What was he even doing there?" Ben asked suddenly. "Grocery shopping." May explained. "And you just bumped into one another?" "Yes." "May." She sighed and shrugged. "The other week, I was so tired and Steve offered to watch Peter while I took a nap. I'm just so tired ben." Ben shook his head, the anger radiated from him. "We agreed that Peter would not be involved with them!" Ben cried and may sighed. "I know. But it's been so hard, he is a handful and you haven't seen what Peter's like with them. He doesn't cry, he's smiling and happy and-" "And he's not their responsibility!" Ben shouted. "I know that. And I know you're just trying to protect Peter, but Tony and Steve seem to be good for him." "The world they live in is dangerous, Peter shouldn't be involved with it!" Ben hissed and May nodded. "I understand." And without another word, May, Ben and Peter were gone.

#superfamily #superhusbands #stony #stony fic #avengers #avengers fluff #avengers fic #peterparker #tony stark #Steve Rogers #tony stark rogers #steve stark rogers #Iron Man #captain america #we are a family fic #wade wilson #spideypool #spiderman

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fluidityandgiggles · 7 years ago

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The Plastics: Phase 2

(Phase 1 - part 1, part 2)

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“I’m so sorry, sweetheart!” Roman was looming over the sink, trying his best not to stare at his boyfriend.

His very much shirtless boyfriend.

Roman knew how much Virgil loved his 7-Eleven slurpees. (Part of him liked the fact that his boyfriend was a less-homicidal version of JD.) But sadly, so did Remy. So when Remy told Roman to throw Virgil’s slurpee at him... he couldn’t argue against that.

It was Remy, after all.

But he isn’t going to complain about his boyfriend being shirtless.

“It’s perfectly fine, it was just a slurpee.” Virgil gave Roman a smile that he would never be caught, dead or alive, giving to anyone. “Just... do you have a spare shirt?”

“Do you mind that it’s Wednesday?”

—

Having lunch with the Plastics was like leaving the real world and entering “Popular World”. And Popular World had a lot of rules.

“You can’t wear a tank top two days in a row,” Roman told me. “And we only wear track pants on Fridays.”

Well... let’s consider the issue with the statement. That day, both Remy and Roman were wearing jeans. Remy’s blue, and Roman’s white. Their shirts were pink, though.

And Emile... yeah. He was in a skirt.

“I mean, not just you. Like, any of us. Okay, like, if I was wearing track pants today, I would be sitting over there with the drama kids.” Emile started giggling. “You think this is a joke? Drama club is not a joke.”

“We know, Roman.”

“Oh, and we always vote before we ask someone to eat lunch with us, because you have to be considerate of the rest of the group.” Understandable. “Well, I mean, you wouldn’t buy clothes without asking your friends first if they look good on you.”

“I wouldn’t?”

“Right. Oh, and it’s the same with guys.” I think this was when Roman’s leg started jumping. “Like, you may think you like someone, but you could be wrong.”

And then Roman looked at Virgil. Who was playing with a pair of aviators. Well... if I had to guess...

“A hundred and twenty calories, and forty-eight calories from fat...” So Remy could read labels. Nice. “What percent is that?”

“Forty-eight into one-twenty...?”

“I’m only eating foods with less than 30% calories from fat.”

“It’s 40%.” The confused looks I got from Remy and Roman were... weird. Let’s call them weird. “Well, 48 over 120 equals X over 100, and then you cross-multiply and get the value of X.”

“...whatever. I’m getting cheese fries.”

Sure, Remy. Sure.

As soon as Remy got away, though... Roman started talking. “So, have you seen any guys that you think are cute yet?”

“We’re all gay here,” Emile said. I think to himself. I hope to himself.

“Well...” Better be honest. “There’s this guy in my calculus class-”

“Who is it?”

“It’s a senior?” Yes, Roman. It’s a senior.

“His name’s Patton Graham.”

If I had to compare this moment to anything... it would probably be a bomb drop. Roman started a chorus of “no”s, with Emile joining in every now and again.

“Oh no, you can’t like Patton Graham!”

The literal angel descended from heaven to grace this world with his beauty and overall being? Sure. Why? Can you explain why, Roman? Huh? You wanna try an explanation, bitch?

“That’s Remy’s ex-boyfriend.”

Oh.

“They went out for a year.” Thankfully, this was said by Emile. Roman’s voice was starting to annoy me.

“Yeah.” And... we’re back. “And he was devastated when Patton broke up with him last summer.”

“I thought he dumped him for Ollie Hendricks.”

“Okay, irregardless. Ex-boyfriends are just off-limits to friends. I mean, that’s just, like... the rules of feminism. Or something.”

I swear I heard Virgil snort.

“Don’t worry. I’ll never tell Remy what you said. It’ll be our little secret.”

I seriously doubted it.

—

“We define the sum of the infinite geometric series...”

Even though I wasn’t allowed to like Patton, I was still allowed to look at him. And think about him. And talk to him.

“Hey, Pat-”

“Hey, you’re the Africa guy, right?” A guy (who, to be fair, looks like a top hat would just fit him perfectly, he’s just that kind of creepy) asked me. As I was going to talk to Patton.

Rude much?

“Yeah.”

“I’m Dorian Pechmann, captain of the North Shore Mathletes. We participate in math challenges against other high schools around the state, and we’re missing a member. You should think about joining.”

“Oh, you’d be perfect for it!” Our teacher - Ms. Torres - jumped in.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Great, great. Let me give you my card!”

This guy has a card...?

‘Dorian Pechmann - Math Enthusiast/Bad-ass M.C.’

It even includes his phone number. Lovely.

“Okay, so... think it over. Cause we’d like to actually compete this year.”

Okay...

—

Patton actually almost talked to me later that day, if only Remy didn’t pull up near the football field and screamed “get in, loser, we’re going shopping!”

Remy is like the Barbie doll I never had. I’d never seen anybody so glamorous.

“So how do you like North Shore?” Emile asked me in the mall.

“It’s good. I think I’m joining the mathletes.”

And again with the booming chorus of no.

“You cannot do that,” Remy said. Incredibly harsh for a valley girl. “This is social suicide. Damn, you are so lucky you have us to guide you!”

And then Roman spaced out. And I could see why. Over in the shop we were passing...

There was Virgil.

I was starting to suspect more and more.

Being at Old Orchard Mall kind of reminded me of being home in Africa. By the watering hole. When the animals are in heat.

“Oh my god there’s Jason!”

“Where? ...oh, there he is.”

“And he’s with Taylor Wedell!”

Remember Jason? From the cafeteria? Yeah. The poor person he was now picking up...

Was a girl.

“I heard they’re going out.”

“Wait...” Remy’s smirk grew into a vicious smile. If we can call it that. “Jason’s not going out with Taylor. No. He cannot blow you off like that. He’s such a little skeez. Give me your phone.”

“You’re not gonna call him... right?”

“Do you think I’m an idiot?”

“No.”

It took Remy exactly three seconds to dial up a number - how exactly? - and ask for “Wedell on South Boulevard.”

“Caller ID-”

“Not when you connect from Information.” And then, “Hello, may I please speak to Taylor Wedell?”

I swear his voice became more feminine when he said that.

“Oh, this is Susan from Planned Parenthood. I have her test results. If you could have her give me a call as soon as she can. It’s urgent. Thank you!”

And then, “she’s not going out with anyone.”

“Okay,” Roman said, finally smiling. “That was so fetch!”

It took just a couple seconds after that for Taylor Wedell to run away screaming.

—

Remy’s house was bigger than I have ever known a house to be. His step-mom was incredibly plastic-y, like a tv trophy wife or something, and his sister - oh god, his sister! His poor, sweet, innocent preteen sister - was watching MTV.

I honestly don’t think the content was entirely age appropriate.

His step-mom also offered us drinks that could have passed for alcoholic, which was even more worrying for a second.

But his room...

“It was my parents’ room,” Remy told me. “But I made them trade me.”

Bitch...

Even worse, bitch who flaunts around his ex-boyfriends. Like all the pictures of Patton he has hanging on his door.

“Logan, do you even know who sings this?” Remy asked me about the music that was playing on the radio.

“Umm... One Direction?”

“Oh my god, I love him! He’s like a Martian!”

Is that a... compliment...?

“God, my hips are huge!” Emile was checking himself out in the mirror... why?

Is that what friends do...? Gay people as a whole...? What?

“Oh please, I hate my calves.” Something about Roman’s tone sounded incredibly fake.

“At least you guys don’t have huge shoulders.”

I used to think there was just fat and skinny. Apparently, there’s a lot of things that can be wrong about your body.

And so, after listing about eleven hundred things that are wrong about their bodies, they turned to me. Expected me to talk.

Well... “I have really bad breath in the morning.”

“...ew.”

And then, “Oh my god, I remember this!” Emile was holding a pink album.

‘The Burn Book.’

“I haven’t looked at that in forever! Come check it out, Logan!”

“It’s our Burn Book,” Roman told me. “See, we cut out pictures of people from the yearbook, mostly girls, sometimes also guys, and then we wrote comments.”

“Trang Pak is a grotsky little bitch.” “Still true!”

“Dawn Schweitzer is a fat virgin.” “Still half true!”

“Amber d’Alessio masturbated with a hot dog.”

“Virgil Thompson,” Emile read out. “Stoner.”

Wait, what?

“Who is that?”

“I think it’s that kid Thomas,” Roman said. His voice still sounded... well, off.

“Yeah. He’s almost too gay to function.”

“Ha, that’s funny! Put that in there.”

Oh no. What have I done. Maybe that was only okay when Virgil said it.

—

“And they have this book, this Burn Book, where they write mean things about a lot of people in our grade.”

Virgil looked incredibly enthusiastic. Maybe a bit too much for the situation.

“What does it say about me?”

That you’re a stoner. “You’re not in it.”

“Those assholes.” He seemed to enjoy it far too much.

“Will this minimize my pores?” Thomas was holding a tube of... whatever cream that was.

“No. Logan, you gotta steal that book.”

“No way!”

“Oh, come on! We could publish it and then everybody would see what a dick he really is!”

“I don’t steal.”

“That is for your feet!” Virgil literally snatched the new cream from Thomas’ hands the second he brought it up. “Logan, there are two kinds of evil people. People who do evil stuff, and people who see evil stuff being done and don’t try to stop it.”

“Does that mean I’m morally obligated to burn that lady’s outfit?”

Thomas really shouldn’t have said that, probably.

“Oh my god, that’s Ms. Torres.”

“I love seeing teachers outside of school! It’s like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs!”

“Oh, hey, guys,” Ms. Torres called as she came to the counter. “What’s up? I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Yeah, moderately priced soaps are my calling.”

“You shopping?”

“No, no. I’m just here with my boyfriend.” Yeah... literally the only other customer in the shop. “Joking. Sometimes older people make jokes.”

“My nana takes her wig off when she’s drunk.”

“Your nana and I have that in common,” she deadpanned. “No, actually I’m just here because I bartend a couple nights a week down at P.J. Calamity’s. Logan, I hope you do join Mathletes, you know. Because we start in a couple weeks.”

“I think I’m gonna do it.”

“Great!”

“You can’t join Mathletes, it’s social suicide!” Thomas rushed to say.

“Thanks, Thomas.” And then, “well... this has been sufficiently awkward. And I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Oh man, that is bleak,” Virgil sighed when Ms. Torres left. “So, when are you gonna see Remy again?”

“I can’t spy on him anymore. It’s weird.”

“Come on, he’s never gonna find out! It’s just... it’ll be like our little secret!”

Okay then...

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parlerenfleurs · 3 years ago

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The essay is brilliantly written and I really like what she has to say about reading, how one matures into it etc.

But. I really think. That if to understand an author's point and tone you need 20 years of familiarity with this author, and 99% of the people who read her piece see and feel the same thing about it, then the author has quite simply miserably failed, irregardless of her experience and expertise with writing, and that it isn't the reader who has failed at all.

We've all read irony. Irony can feel hilarious, tender, directed at the self AND well... ironic when it's well-done.

But that's the thing. Good for her, this essay's author, for understanding the point she argues (and I agree it makes the most sense) Havrilesky was trying to make, but even her own essay can't make me see what she sees. The text offers no support, or so little (one sentence, one narrative contradiction) that... can we be blamed for missing it? I'm not sure I even agree these things are noticeably there. I find nowhere where the irony can be pointed at, because the whole thing just feels plain inflammatory, and there should be winks and subtle smiles in there to make the reader share the joke, feel the tenderness that's (supposedly) there behind the (admittedly) hyperbole, but there aren't any. There is no respite, no softness, no joke to share. Just one single sentence at the end that subsequently and logically feels false.

I know what it feels like to read a text that baffles and worries and makes one wonder, and then there is one sentence at the end that ties everything, sets the tone in place for good, answers the questions, or at least some worries, and frees an unexpected laugh and connivance.

And this miserly sentence isn't it. It does not work on the vast majority on people, it rings false, forced, it contradicts the whole text without convincing you you maybe missed something at all. So it's an author's failure.

She does have a point that of course Havrilesky's husband knows and obviously thinks this is all fine and hilarious, but then it means these people's marriage is beyond most of us mere mortals' grasp. Truly.

I decided to look up what that advice columnist that wrote a memoir about how much her husband sucks is up to (bored, I guess) and found this very hilarious response to the backlash

This writer has no business throwing stones at others for "not being able to read critically" when her idea of reading critically is pulling out individual sentences and reading what they are Supposed To Mean out of context and being like:

"Now, everyone stopped reading when she said "I hate my husband," but look at what she said at the end! The thing at the END is IMPORTANT. That's where writers put The Point. See, the point is that she loves her husband!"

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forever-andablade · 3 years ago

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This is worth a reply because I've actually seen you in specific being condescending to people asking about Mara Sov's lore. Case and point, you stating I should go watch YouTube to catch up on lore when one second through my blog would tell you I very clearly do have a decent grasp on the lore. I however also understand you being annoyed if you really have had to preface your liking of Mara repeatedly because that would be annoying to me as well. As I stated originally, it's totally fine in my opinion to like a "villian". If people have been hounding you non-stop about it, then I sincerely apologize because that's just as ridiculous. But strangely enough, what I have seen the most of, is Mara Sov stans, and yes they are stans, attacking other people and whining. This happened during Forsaken as well but I was hoping that perhaps we had all grown out of that place. Clearly not.

Perhaps it's because in the Tumblr community at least, people that like Mara seem to be a minority. I don't know many that genuinely love her, even if they like how she is written. Again, my main issue is with people being downright rude and condescending to others all over a fictional character and like I said above, it's to the point where people can't even ask about the lore without someone attacking them for either being ignorant or simply not liking that specific character or thing. I could make a post about the Cayde stans too who are just as annoying. I love Cayde but had that tag blacklisted after Forsaken because it got so bad.

What I do take issue with however is blatantly lying about what I said on my own post. I never once stated that Mara herself hasn't admitted her own flaws. She certainly has, especially in this season(I do have the pass). But if you had read my post without an already defensive bias, you maybe could have noticed that I specifically said, "She's an asshole and clearly has no intention to change."

I'm not sure how far into this season's story you are but if you are reading the lore cards we receive from the H.E.L.M computer, you would see she does have no INTENTION to change, at least not in any way that we, the player, has seen yet. Even the cutscene after acquiring Ager's Specter shows she has the same mentality of entitled ownership that she's always had. I understand wanting her brother back, irregardless of how disgustingly cruel she had been to Uldren, he's still her twin brother. Of course she wants him back. But then she immediately flat out said in our faces, that she was mad because even though she helped orchestrate his descent into madness, that she was upset because she couldn't wield him as her own personal weapon.

Now she's verbally attacking us again, following this cutscene up by vaguely threatening us if anything happens to Crow which is absolutely laughable. She gets in Ikora's face, as if Uldren's corruption had anything to do with the Vanguard and Ikora tastefully explains that right to her. Again, all of this is fine and as I said originally, maybe they will give her a redemption arc. And even if they don't, she's still an incredible character. I agree with you that no other character seems to bring on as much heat as Mara Sov, except maybe Cayde.

So with these things being discussed, go ahead and like her? No one can stop you from doing so? You legitimately don't need to explain yourself. Not to me and not to any other clown on Tumblr. You're completely free to love her character and hopefully, enjoy it in your own way, because that's at the end of the day what we all like to do.

But don't come here pretending you and other people haven't been lashing out because the majority simply doesn't agree with you. You can enjoy her as a character without freaking out constantly because people are mean to her. It's unfortunate that the tagging system is so poor and that most people don't tag things properly but alas, that's Tumblr. And as for the name-calling, if people didn't constantly lash out over ANY judgments towards Mara, maybe people wouldn't assume you all have have unhealthy attachment to a fictional character.

And ah... The Oryx argument. It's weird to me how many people consider Oryx and Mara to be similar. Mara led and yes, led, her people to be slaughtered so she could gain more power. Oryx brought his people from the brink of genocide and made them a powerhouse throughout the universe. Him and Mara stand on opposite spectrums if anything. Was Oryx wrong to do the things he did? Absolutely. He destroyed hundreds of planets for the Darkness and would have continued had we not been able to stop him. I've never seen people "simping" for Oryx and completely ignoring the destructive nature of his rule or of the Hive. That's only something Mara Sov and Cayde fans seem to do. I'm not saying it doesn't happen obviously, just that I've never personally seen it.

Again thought, I reiterate, it's lame that you feel so attacked that you need to be purposely rude to others but it's pretty easy to just block people you don't want to see and to scroll past posts you don't like. That must make me seem like a hypocrite but I've been in this fandom since 2016 and I've seen every take you could possibly think of. And it's only ever you die hard fans or die hard pvp players that seem to scream the loudest. You're totally fine to like Mara Sov but you guys don't need to be so furiously defensive over it. If someone else doesn't like her, what does it matter to you? If someone is being a dick to you, there's a fucking block button. Maybe utilize it before being rude to other people for having a different opinion than you. By the way too, that's what makes people call you "stans", "simps," and yes, "toe suckers". Because you're so vehemently defensive about it that having a real discussion isn't worth the effort 🤷‍♀️

Ah, goodbye Destiny 2 tag, I will see you when Witch Queen rolls around. We are immediately back to attacking one another over Mara Sov again and I'm not sitting through 6 months of whining. I'd honestly rather die than listen to people suck her toes 😂

You can 100% like Mara Sov. She's written incredibly well. Doesn't change the fact that she's an asshole and has shown she's pretty much fine to continue acting that way. Again, this is totally okay. If you like her, cool. But at least accept her faults instead of pretending she's God's gift to Destiny. There's nothing wrong with liking a well written villain or anti-hero. Maybe they will give her a "redemption" arc but for right now, most people don't like her because she's cruel, arrogant, and has a massive God complex. Oh, and she's a huge dick to us specifically, the player, constantly. For things entirely out of our control.

All in all, it boils down to you admiring something about her and taking it as a personal attack when someone dislikes her. So maybe it's you that needs to take a break from the game. Harassing people and being rude to them because they don't like your problematic fav is so ridiculous. Like, are you really surprised people don't like her? And if you aren't surprised, why try to bully people in the tags unless you're absolutely trying to be seen as a cunt? Especially if they are new and asking about the lore. Just doesn't make sense to me.

Tldr: Mara Sov stans are back in full force. I think Mara's written great but it doesn't change the fact she's an asshole. The stans, in turn, can't admit that so they have to attack others which is just pathetic.

#destiny #destiny 2 #discourse???#is that what we are doing???#long

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yamababy · 8 years ago

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Tadashi traced the tiny notes as they slowly appeared on his forearm. The raised red ridges of the musical notes meant nothing to him; he genuinely had no idea what they meant. At 8 years old, learning the complicated symbols of sound had never interested him. Until recently. As of late, the small notes had been appearing on and off every few days. Which meant his soulmate had finally started writing. Tadashi had been drawing to them for as long as he could remember. Flowers, dogs, pictures of people he knew... Anything he could think of to let them know, he was here! An only child who lived with his grandparents, Tadashi had been waiting to meet his soul mate for so long he thought he would burst if it went on any longer. the notes receded slowly as he watched. Rolling over in his bed, and wrapping his blankets closer around him, he wondered what it sounded like. The music of his soul mate. Whether the person was happy or sad; what instrument they played and how old they were; whether they thought about him sometimes too, and enjoyed his pictures. ***** Kei's long fingers, stretched and limber already from 4 years of piano, danced along his ivory keys. The old upright was his most prized possession and the closest to a friend he felt he had. It allowed him to vent and scream and pound into its keys without complaint, and didnt try to comfort or advise him if it wasnt enough to play till his fingers blistered. Kei was a 'difficult' child. An antagonist at his worst. Truthfully, Kei was an anxious child. So anxious his fear radiated into angry energy and vitriol. This, he knew, was not the way to make friends... But, everytime he opened his mouth to a stranger, irregardless of age; out spat bile. He was too young to hate himself the way he did. His comfort came from his skin. The tiny artwork that tattooed him silently and painlessly everyday for most of his life. Beautiful, intricate linework. The fading broke his heart, he wished it would stay forever. He'd never felt talented enough to reply. Even his stick men were wonky. Until he'd realised his talent was under his nose all along. He'd begun to write short melodies on his forearms. His favourites songs, things he's written. Things to show his soul mate who he was. Being 8 years old however, not realising not everyone knew music, it never occured to him that his soul mate didn't understand any of it, no matter how sweet the intent. *****

"Tsukki! Tsukki, wait up!" Tadashi ran after Kei as fast as his tiny legs could carry him, although he was certain his overly tall bestfriend couldn't hear him through his large white headphones. Tadashi reached Kei and gently wrapped his tiny hands around his larger friends wrist. The way Kei flinched at this silent greeting destroyed Tadashi's gentle heart. Kei turned towards Tadashi slowly and removed his headphones with a sigh, as if resigned to whatever was to come next. They locked eyes. "Oh, it's just you, Yamaguchi. Why didn't you shout me?" Kei sneered. "Sorry, Tsukki!" Tadashi beamed, dragging his friend towards the park. "I'm not pushing you on the swings this time..." Kei huffed. "Sure you're not, Tsukki!" Tadashi giggled gently, still manhandling his larger friend through the park gates. Kei smiled softly to himself as Tadashi ran, full pelt, at the slide. 'OK, so maybe I will....' he thought. ***** Tadashi pushed through the door of the Tsukishima household, his arms laden with his belongings and snacks for the night, spirits high for the sleepover that night, announcing his presence and removing his shoes with his toes, he traipsed in without being welcomed. He was always welcome here, it was his haven, his safe space. His favourite place in the world. He breathed in the scent. Vanilla and sweet fruit. It smelled like Tsukki here. Or Tsukki smelt like the house... Either way it was wonderful. He heard distant piano from the dining room; which meant Tsukki was definitely here. Whatever it was he was playing, it was wonderful, soft and bittersweet, flowing like water over him as he took his time making his way down the hall. He'd hate to disturn Tsukki while he was playing. He always looked so calm and content while his fingers danced over keys reading notes Tadashi still couldn't read. He'd thought many times about asking Tsukki to teach him piano, or at least to read the sheet music, but the idea of being even more of a burden was too much for him to cope with. As he approached the slightly ajar door, the velvety music came to a close. Then his left arm tingled the way it does when your soulmate sends you a message. There they were again. The beautifully drawn and prepared notes. He'd die to hear them. He peeked through the door jamb. Tsukki was writing in blue ink on his forearm. He was writing music notes. On his left forearm. NO. NOT TSUKKI. NOT A BOY. Tadashi's chest constricted. He was certain he was going to suffocate right there in the hallway, surrounded by video games and chocolate bars aged 13 years old. This was awful. He couldn't tell him. Never. They're friendship was everything to him. Maybe they were platonic soulmates? That could be a thing right? HE'D never met platonic soulmates before, or heard of them but they MUST be a thing....? Oh god no. "Yamaguchi? Why are you skulking around in my hallway?" Kei had heard the clatter of Tadashi's things hitting the floor. Tadashi's head whipped around so fast he felt his neck crack. "Sorry, Tsukki! I dropped some things..." Tadashi could feel his face burning, how humiliating. Kei clicked his tongue and bent down to retrieve the items that littered his floor. Tadashi could only stare. Tsukki was actually really attractive, in a tall, lanky, snarkier-than-thou, kind of way. Tadashi had always admired Kei's personality. that was no secret. Kei golden orbs suddenly invaded his private reverie. Since his recent growth spurt, Tadashi no longer stood quite so far below Kei's shoulder. His forehead could comfortably brush Kei's chin. But when Kei tilted his head forward, and all but glared into his freckled visage, Tadashi suddenly felt very, very small all over again. His breathe caught in his throat and his heart hammered a racy rhythm against his chest. "Are you ok, Dashi?" Kei asked, barely a whisper. 'DASHI. Oh god.' Tadashi all but shivered at the childhood nickname. it was his weakness. Tsukki only used it when they were alone; and even then it was sparing. "I'm fine, Tsukki." His voice sounded disconnected from his body. He was honestly just glad of how secure it sounded compared to the internal mess he was caging. "Well... Ok then. If you're fine you won't mind me handing you your ass in mario kart then, will you?" A rare smiled ghosted across Kei's surprisingly plump lips and he pushed off the wall behind Tadashi's head, grabbing bits and pieces from the floor as he passed them, headed to his room. Tadashi gathered the rest of his things together in a daze before following.

In the bathroom, later that night, Tadashi took his favourite marker in with him and, under the guise of a shower, he drew more than ever before. Every inch he could reach was covered in the things he loved. French fries from his favourite fast food place, a couple tiny dogs chasing after a ball, flowers and beautifully decorated cakes like the ones in his grandparents bakery that Tsukki loved so much, he even drew a few books upon a shelf; their tiny titles too small to read. He drew till his hand ached, his way of thanking Kei for the music. Knowing who write the miniscule notations suddenly made them so much more important. Tadashi knew what music really meant to Kei. It was his life the way art was Tadashi's home. He suddenly understood the time and effort Kei would have spent making sure that every note was perfect, every song choice immaculate. His taste had always been impeccable. And that was the shame of it. Kei had always had such high standards. Tadashi may pass the friendship test, but with his freckled mess of chubby cheeks and unruly hair, he was far from a catch. His one redeeming feature were his olive eyes. Even he liked them, but that didnt mean Kei would. He knew that as soul mates they were destined to fall in love. Or were already in love, or something. He didn't really understand the whole thing. Tadashi stripped the last of his clothes and stepped under the shower head, scrubbing at the remnants of his love, removing any trace that might let Kei in on his secret. A secret he intended to keep. He could love him from where he was, and that was fine.

Kei stared in awe at his arms, legs, stomach and chest. His body tingled everywhere, the miniature art gallery that was his skin alive with his soul mates creations. Kei didn't know who they were, but their skin sketches had kept him alive some nights. When he'd been lonely as a child, they'd been there so send him some joy. A smile, an unexpected laugh, it didn't matter where they really where to Kei, they'd been there to HIM. He couldn't care less who they were either, as long as they drew for him everyday, anything. He lived only for the day he could see more than sketches that faded in minutes. He wanted something permanent, something he could hold on to. God he hoped they felt the same. ***** Tadashi woke up alone to the sound of music. Typical. Even on a Sunday Kei couldn't sleep past 7. Tadashi hauled ass out of bed and slipped on a jumper. Kei house was always so cold in the morning. He glared, bleary eyed, at the bedside clock. 7:18am. Of course it was. He stole some socks from Kei's drawer and dragged them onto his frozen feet, then made his way down the stairs to the diningroom. Things had been oddly awkward between them last night. Tadashi couldnt keep calm and Kei had been even more quiet than usual. Tadashi still couldnt resist spying on Kei playing piano though. It was a guilty pleasure of his. Watching Kei lithe fingers glide over every key in a way Tadashi knew was NOT effortless style. Memorizing the lines of Kei's face as he near grimaced into his sheet music like it owed him a favour. Tadashi had been watching for longer than he could really remember. How could he not have known before yesterday how he felt? "Tsukki?" Tadashi spoke before he really realised it was happening. "Hmmm..." Kei continued to play as he answered, his concentration clearly somewhere else. Tadashi crept across the room and slide into the space beside Kei on the stool. "Will you teach me piano?" He asked, hesitant. Kei's hand still and the room dropped into silence for the smallest of moments before he laughed. "Finally. Honestly, Yamaguchi, how anyone can go so long without learning an instrument is beyond me." Kei almost smiled as he shuffled his music. "Is now ok?" Tadashi beamed. "Sure. Not like there's anything better to do on a Sunday?" ***** Tadashi rans his eyes down his sheet music. The notes ringing in his mind as the bus jostled down the bumpy street. His pen tapped a steady rhythm against his knee and he counted pace. He was sure something was off about the beat but he couldn't pinpoint it. "Its in 4/8; not 4/4." Kei whispered into Tadashi's ear. Tadashi glanced back at the sheet and read it in the new rhythm. Kei was right. He sighed and shoved it back in his bag, he could work on it later, if he let Kei anywhere near it he'd 'fix' it. He pulled out his sketch pad and very deliberately turned so that Tsukki wouldn't be able to see what he was doing. Tadashi had very recently become addicted to watercolour pencils; he liked the way he could work on something and then adjust the colours together later. He'd also become obsessed with painting other peoples portraits, not that he'd ever tell anyone he was doing so. He just loved the people faces could convey so much emotion with a mere quirk of a brow, or the tiniest smile. It was through painting he'd finally begun to understand Kei's tiny shows of emotion. They were admittedly miniscule, but they were there. They were Tadashi's favourite things to draw. His sketchbook was a closed gallery of one Tsukishima Kei's internal reportoire. He'd been aware of his and Kei's soulmate status for almost 3 years now, and as far as he knew, Kei was still entirely oblivious. And that was how he wanted to keep it. At least for now. The bus pulled up to Fukurodani and Tadashi packed away his things. Time for training camp. "Coming, Yamaguchi?" Kei held out his hand to help Tadashi out of his window seat. Tadashi grasped it as gently as he could, he already had an unhealthy attachment to those hands... He couldn't afford to be creepy. Kei grabbed his own bag from the overhead stoarage and led the way off the bus; they were, as usual, the last off. Tadashi didn't dwell on the fact that Kei hadn't let go of his hand yet. ***** Tadashi's entire body ached. It hurt in places he didn't know he even had until today. Coach Ukai was a monster, a monster encouraged by the rampaging lunatics he'd called team mates. Training camp had never been like this in Amemaru. It was barely 10pm, but everyone in Karasuno was asleep already, exhausted from their hectic day. He could literally FEEL Tanaka and Asahi snoring, their soft palettes flapping in their throats. Good god they should see a doctor... That couldn't be healthy. Kei turned to face Tadashi in his bedroll and scooted, ever so subtly closer to his best friend. "What's up, Tsukki?" Tadashi whispered, even his throat protesting at the usage. "Can't sleep. It's so uncomfortable here." Kei croaked. He'd never been particularly good at the whole whispering thing. "Wanna get in with me?" Tadashi asked, without really having noticed what he said until it was too late. "I-I mean, we could share and put one bedroll on top of the other... to make it comfier... not, like, ya know." "No. I dont know. Explain it to me, Yamaguchi." Kei replied, the mirth lacing his voice sending a shiver straight to Tadashi's already sore heart. "Just, that, we're friends... So, it isn't weird. We shared a bed all the time as kids." Tadashi finished, lamely. He fought the urge to pull his blankets up over his face in shame. "No offence here, Dashi, but I think we're a little too tall to share nowadays, we'd have to really squish up against eachother." Kei leant over Tadashi's face to whisper into his ear. And there it was. That crazy thumping rhythm his heart beat against his ribs whenever Kei called him Dashi. The room was suddenly far too hot, small and awkward for his liking. "Yeah-yeah, you're-uh-you're right..." Tadashi mumbled into his hands, he had lost his battle against hiding his face, and was melting into his own embarrassment, face ablaze. Damage done, Kei lay back against his own bed roll and yawned. "Night, Yamaguchi." He breathed, and rolled away. Tadashi didn't reply. He thought it best that way. ***** Stupid Kuroo. Stupid, Ugly, Horrible, Asshole Kuroo. Capital letters for emphasis. How dare he touch Kei. How dare Kei let him! UCK! So maybe he was overreacting. Soulmate or not, he did not in any way OWN Kei; but that did not stop him being upset. It was only a hug, he reasoned with himself as he served the ball straight into the net. His palm was on fire. He'd long since stopped caring that the skin was cracking and bleeding in some places. It must have been at least 6 hours he'd been here. He knew he'd missed dinner and that everyone was probably already back at the lodge by now. He simply didn't care. They obviously hadn't noticed his lack of presence. Kei clearly hadn't either. Well, forget them. He had volleyball serves to do. "Yamaguchi!" Hinata threw open the gym door like a hurricane. "We've all been looking for you for hours! We thought Tsukishima was gunna cry! You should have seen it! Kiyoko-san and Yacchan took him back to the lodge to calm him down. He thought you'd run away." Hinata half-yelled as he dragged Tadashi back towards the 1st gym. ***** "DASHI, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!? WHAT THE HELL WERE THINKING ITS ALMOST 11 O'CLOCK AT NIGHT!? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME!?!" Kei practically screamed in Tadashi's face the moment he entered the lodge kitchen. Tadashi almost toppled over and suffocated when Kei lunged at him and forced him into what was admittedly a rather comforting hug. "I... I just... lost track of time I guess." Tadashi lied, poorly, trying to hide his swollen, bloody palm behind his back without making it obvious. He failed. "What happened to your hand?" Kei asked, still infuriated as he gripped Tadashi's wrist and pulled him to the sink. "Too many serves..." Tadashi hissed as the cold water hit his hand. He could feel the other team member staring at them. It had to stop, he hated being stared at. "You need to be more careful, you always overwork yourself. It's not healthy, you stress yourself out and you're always getting sick or you end up like -" "Shut up, Tsukki." Tadashi near whispered. Kei stopped dead, then looked Tadashi straight in the eyes and smiled. "Sorry, Yamaguchi." he said, deadpan as he handed Tadashi a tea towel to dry his hand while he went to get bandages. Tadashi turned towards his team mates, their mouths agape and still as statues. "I'm sorry for worrying you all. It won't happen again." He smiled at them as Kei took his hand back and began to wrap it for him. ***** Kei stared at his left arm. The floral vines wrapping from his wrist to his elbow becoming more and more detailed as time went on. Whoever his soul mates was, they desperately intrigued him. They'd been drawing more recently. He was becoming more and more vehement that he needed to find them lately as well. He knew he could just ask them who they were. He could just write the question on his arm and have done with it, but that ruined it somehow. They deliberately never exchanged words, he didnt want to change anything. But he also really, really did. Maybe he could make it a game. Like 20 questions. Then use the information to find them. He rummaged through his dresser, in search of a pen, then waited for the vine on his arm to recede back into his skin. 'How old are you?' he wrote, his breath caught in his chest. What if they didnt reply? He waited almost 20 minutes before a single strawberry appeared, followed by 14 more, then, almost as an after thought, a half strawberry at the end of the row. He literally laughed. 15 and a half, well that was one way to reply. "Do you live in Japan?" He knew it was sometimes possible for soulmates to be across the world from one another. He waited again, 10 minutes this time. A squiggled shape appeared on his arm, when it was done he realised it was a small map of japan, with what looked like miyagi prefecture circled. "In Miyagi?" He replied, hopeful. That meant they were close by. He was still in the process of wiping the ink off his arm when the smiling face appeared on his inner wrist. "I wonder if we've met." He writes back. He waited 4 hours. They didn't reply again. ***** He couldnt write back. Kei knew his handwriting as well as he knew Kei's. Tadashi put his head in his hands and sighed. Why would he start writing now? Kei had been weird since they'd returned from camp. He'd been weird AT camp too, ever since Tadashi had gone 'missing' for those few hours. Kei had always been... Affectionate. Physically speaking. Not with anyone else, or in public, which honestly Tadashi appreciated, but he'd always liked to climb into Tadashi bed during sleepovers, or drag Tadashi into his. It was easier to watch movies that way, he'd always reasoned, when Tadashi questioned it. He'd also liked to hold Tadashi hand sometimes when they were sitting on the couch together, or cuddle up to Tadashi from behind when he cooked for them, which was often as Kei's cooking usually ended with the emergency services. But lately it'd been more frequent. He'd figured out when they were children that this was how Kei made up his brash personality and was not an indication of anything else, but nowadays Tadashi had been doing everything he could to avoid being alone with Kei. He had to make sure he didn't slip up; like suddenly shoving his tongue down Kei's throat the next time he smiled at him and called him Dashi while they were supposed to be watching Death Note. "SHIT." Tadashi said out loud, to no one in particular. ***** He awoke to the sound of screaming and yelling. "Not again." Tadashi grumbled to himself as something large smashed against the livingroom wall. His grandparents sounded like they were killing eachother. He got up as quietly as he could and made his way down the hall. "YOU! This is all your fault!" His grandfather grabbed his hair from behind and yanked him into the livingroom. "Me? What did I do?" He and his grandparents had never gotten along as well as he would have liked, but this was the first time he'd ever been scared of them. "You killed them. You killed both of them." His grandmother screamed in his face, tears streaming down hers. "What? NO! They died in the fire, Grandma!" Tadashi shouted back, knowing instantly what she meant. It wasn't the first time they'd accused him of having killed his parents. His grandparents continued to scream at him. His heart breaking with every verbal barb. He didn't know what had brought this on at 6am in the morning, but he hated it. He tried to get up and run back to his room, or the front door, either way, he needed outm they pulled him back, every time he attempted to escape their fingers dug into his skin more, finger nails drawing blood from his thin arms, his grandfather, still strong in his old age from his years of being a baker lifted Tadashi effortlessly and threw him against the wall. The impact forcing his chin up and making him taste blood. He wipes blood from his chin and panics, and while his grandmother screams he takes his chance. 'Tsukki, Help me.' the blood dribbles down his arm, and he has no idea if this will work, but its all he has to go on, and he hopes for the best. ***** Kei pours cereal into his dino bowl, the early morning sun filtering through the windows and casting an orange glow against the counter top. He almost ignores the tingle on his arm, spiteful after they ignored him last night. He's glad he doesn't. 'Tsukki, help me.' Messy and smeared with dribbled lines that send terrified shivers up Kei's spine. He'd know that writing anywhere. He leaves the cereal where it is, milk splattered on the surface as he races to the door. His feet can't move fast enough, his heart pounds in his chest as he races barefoot down the 3 blocks to Tadashi's Grandparents bakery. His breath rages in his chest and he's never been so thankful that Daichi forced him to run so often and so hard. He rounds the corner to the bakery so fast he literal skids on the still damp concrete and grazes his feet. He doesn't care, it doesn't matter. Only Tadashi matters right now. He reaches the back stairs to the apart, takes them 2 at a time, and scrambles through the black plantpot for the spare key when he hears the screaming through the letter box. His hands are shaking so badly he can barely fit the key in the lock when he finds it, and practically shoulders the door through the wall. He follows the dull, wet sounds of thudding and crying in the livingroom and finds Tadashi atop his grandfather, his face so covered in blood Kei can barely recognize his bestfriend of 7 years. Tadashi stops and climbs up from his grandfather, who spits at him. "Dashi?" Kei's voice sounds as weak he suddenly feels. "Kei..." Tadashi sobs, "Kei, I'm sorry." He cries as Kei lifts him up and carries him from the room, from the building. He lets him cry all the way back to his own house. He lets him cry while he dresses the cuts and bruises that litter his face, and even while he scraped the dried blood from Tadashi's hands. Kei doesn't speak. Tadashi doesn't need that yet. He places Tadashi into his bed and wraps himself and the blankets around him, then pulls Tadashi's face into his shoulder and strokes his hair till he stops shaking. After a few hours, Tadashi's breathing has settled, and Kei begins to think he may have fallen asleep, except that as he tries to move away, Tadashi's grip on his shirt tightens, and pulls him back. "Don't go... please." Tadashi's voice is coarse. "I'm just going to pee, I'm not gunna leave the freaking country. Chill, ok?" Kei huffs, and hears a tiny chuckle in response. When he's finished in the bathroom, he goes downstairs and gets Tadashi a glass of water, and makes them both some toast, then carries it all upstairs. When he walks back into the room, he finds Tadashi sat up with his back against the pillows and his head on his knees. He places the tray gently on his nightstand and puts a hand in Tadashi's hair. As if to reassure him that he came back. "You hungry?" He asked, softly. Tadashi just shakes his head and sighs into his knees. "Shame... It's got extra butter on it, guess I'll eat it then." he says, poking Tadashi's hand with a slice. Tadashi slowly takes the slice and lifts his head just enough to take a bite, adjusting to cross his legs as he does. "You ok, Dashi?" Kei shuffles into place under the blanket next to Tadashi and hands him his water. "Yeah." Tadashi sounds sore, and tired, but not upset. "Wanna talk about it?" Kei takes back the glass Tadashi hands him and settled back into his pillows. "They think I killed my parents in the fire." "Oh." Kei says. Weren't you like... 2 years old when your parents died?" Kei was desperately trying to remember. Tadashi never spoke about it. "Yeah, some electrical fault or something. But the week before the fire I broke the fire escape window. I don't know how, I was too little to remember that, but I did, so when the fire happened my mum and dad couldn't fit through the gap in the window, so they dropped my favourite teddy and told me to go get him, my downstairs neighbours saw me and took me to the front of the building." Tadashi spoke steadily, as if reading from a page. "I don't really remember much." "I see... But... you were a baby. You clearly didn't do it on purpose." Kei stated, matter-of-factly. "They chose to let you go, they wanted you to be safe because they loved you, and that's not your fault. I get that your grandparents are upset, but what the Hell happened this morning?" "I have literally no idea. I also had no idea I was this strong either. Physically i mean, emotionally I'm somewhere between 9/11 and the Titanic in terms of wreckage, but I'm actually kind of worried I hurt him." Tadashi looked at Kei as he spoke, a pensive look crossing his freckled face. "Dashi. Why didn't you tell me if you knew?" Kei couldn't stop himself asking anymore. "I did tell you. I told you my parents died the first time you came to my house- "That you were my soul mate, Tadashi. You had to have known to send me the message to help you..." Kei sighed. "Oh. That. Right. I thought it was better that way I suppose. I thought-I thought i wasn't... good... enough." Tadashi sputtered. "You absolute moron... Wow." Kei huffed. "I spent 7 years with you for the convenience then, did I?" "Being friends is different than dating!" Tadashi defended himself with a pout and crossed his arms across his chest. "Is it? I don't think so. Not for us anyway. I'm 90% sure we've been halfway dating since middle school. Minus a few things obviously." Kei laughed. Kei slipped his arm behind Tadashi's back and yanked him into his lap. "Well, either way, there is no way in Hell i'm sending you back there. You're just gunna have to move in here with me. Not that anyone would even notice, most of your stuff lives here, and you're here at least 4 or 5 times a week..." Kei nuzzled into Tadashi's neck, the tip of his nose catching the lobe of Tadashi's ear. "I'm not here that much!" Tadashi face blazed, his cheeks aflame as he felt Kei kiss the edge of his jaw. "Do you wanna be?" Kei's lips brushed against Tadashi's ears and he melted into an incoherent puddle right there on the bed. Tadashi could only nod as Kei slotted his lips against his. So this was what home felt like.

actually really enjoyed writing this. sorry its late. and sorry it sucks ass. i tried. please dont hate me..... @akkaai

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