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gothamvengeance · 5 months ago

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"Do I?" Bryce's question is sincere. Pondering back to her experience with romcoms. Maybe one or two on a commercial flight to pass the time and not draw attention to herself if she were to start doing work related to the Bat. She can't find any other experiences with it. Her mother was an avid reader, but not one for romance novels. They might contain romance but never at the forefront. Vaguely, she remembers listening to her mother's frustrations with one particular novel. Bryce doesn't know the name, but the books had been marked. Something she did relatively early in the passing of her parents.

Wait... Back to the present. Bryce shook her head. "I don't know what the basis is for it. I never really had much interest in romance... I always figured I either would end up in an arranged relationship. My parents weren't the old school type, but I remember my Mother supposedly having made the promise to a dear friend of hers. Another old money family." Bryce murmurs softly, thinking about the family in question. "They passed away not soon after my families, daughter included."

With a bitter smile, she turns to Selina, nodding at her. "How about that? Wealthy heir lost their betrothed. Swore off love, but falls in love for someone way out of their league; far removed from her familiar lifestyle?"

But she shook her head at Selina's kind words. She did the work, sure. But she had others to be the face, so she could keep playing Playgirl Billionaire Bryce Wayne.

Though any further words on that topic faltered when it was Selina's turn to turn the topic a little darker. Humming softly as she took the smoke stick back from Selina. Taking a glance at the crimson ring before putting it between her lips on the exact same spot.

"It's..." Bryce begins, carefully thinking about her words. "A sadly common story. Though I don't get to say anything about that because of my privileges. I just try to prop up the Gotham services that can help people like that couple." She wanted to say: To help them with their mistake. But was it a mistake? Unprepared, perhaps. Perhaps a mistake. But Holly wasn't a mistake. That was why Bryce found it difficult to say. Because she adored Holly. The Bat never thought she'd go so well with kids, yet here she was...

"I'm glad you have Holly. And that neither side has interest in one another." Trying to add some lightness to the aftermath, she simply smiles at Selina, drawing the cigarette away from her lips. "I was worried I'd have to go get a lawyer. I'm not giving Holly up. Who else is going to eat all those ice cream waffles in the freezer? We bought in bulk!"

Her thoughts wander a little bit, about the idea of losing Holly. The discomfort in her stomach showed how much she had changed. About Selina and Holly...

Only to just look baffled at Selina's sudden return to the original topic, eliciting some soft yet sweet laughter from Bryce. She's smiling! No, but like; she's smiling. With her eyes. "A vibe? Yeah: grease goth. Unless you're talking about Brycie. In which case it's." She clears her throat, twirling the cigarette between fingers to offer it to Selina as she adjusts the pitch. No. Not just the pitch of her voice; her body language. Suddenly she's leaning partially over Selina, a quick sweep through her hair and locks are trailing down her forehead as she playfully bites her lip. "Party girl, isn't that right, darling? Bryce, Bryce Wayne! Please, call me Brycie. You here alone?" She giggles; oh so sweet. "Care to let me make your acquaintance?"

Then her eyes go back to void of emotion, and her shoulders drop. Peeling away from Selina to hang against the wall again. "Like that."

“uh…. i’m gay. gay gay. like explicitly into women gay. trust me, absolutely no one is saying guy like that.”

she chuckles and takes that cigarette between her fingers carefully, glad for the amiable understanding between them. bryce caters to her like she reads her mind, and their symbiotic nature always feeds one into the other. she plants a soft kiss at the corner of a mouth in appreciative gratitude, butting just once against with her nose.

her smile is soft — and very nervous. twitchy but bright. a smile bryce has always known, like it’s sitting on her mouth and it just… doesn’t quite fit. it wants to run away, that smile, like it’ll leave any second. she can’t help waiting for the other shoe to drop someone in her heart — and then an uncharacteristic but painfully charming shyness crosses her face, her ears turning pink with delight. she lets out a soft, mirthful laugh herself, however disportioncate. the sound doesn’t quite match, the smile doesn’t quite understand itself, and maybe it’s a mixture of both feelings — the uncommon and impossible high and the shattering low.

her mental state is: exhausted. but she’s working with it as best she can. her lipstick leaves a ruby stripe around the filter.

“that second one would make a great movie. you’ve got a good brain for that. first one — mm, needs tweaking, has some pretty good bones. real potential for an antagonist that’s well-done there. i love it, you’re creative when you wanna be.

—i’ll go for either so long as you’re just you the whole time. like… you kind of are the businesswoman, y’know? it’s your brain that’s doing the work. beautiful brain, frankly.”

she swipes a strand of dark hair from the bat’s temple to carefully tuck it behind an ear with easy detail. a hand, mangled fingerprints and thoroughly seared flesh, the collection of scars that make her up offering the little stick right back. the smoke coils up and away in a soundless tendril that she watches faintly.

“—i ever tell you i tracked down holly’s bio parents once? just to make sure she didn’t have any genetic predispositions. she’s never cared about them.

…just two kids who were fucking terrified to have a kid. still together, even. no other kids. they work at the same supermarket.

i guess i’m just thankful they gave me hollyanne. the anne was my addition, anyway.”

she’s so much lighter when she talks about holly. it comes easy, untainted by all other things.

she’s easily warmed in this way. it doesn’t take much to make her happy, the bat has learned — it’s, in fact, the simplicity she loves best. the offered kindness and acceptance. it does more for her than diamonds.

it’s a strange, undiscovered ground she doesn’t know how to traverse. but it’s a place she wants to be. it’s a place she loves.

“you’d be such a good romcom protag,” her thoughts cycle back around hard, “you’ve got a very distinct vibe.”

#IC - The Dark Dame of Gotham #Verse 00 - Main #clawsextended #[ROMCOM AU! ROMCOM AU!]#[ I really wanna do a full Brycie thread ajpewoigajopjga ]

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bittydragon · 4 years ago

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The Borrower of L’Manburg (Pt.2)

Notes: Hey y’all! My friend has got the second part of their story finished, it’s getting good!

Over the last month since your capture, you had gotten used to Schlatt's yelling and chaos on a usual basis. You sure didn't like it, but it's not like you could just ask him to shut up or quiet down. He didn't respect you whatsoever, he hardly even acknowledges your existence anymore- not that you were complaining. Your friendship with Quackity had grown in that time too. You've grown to trust him to carry you with him and take you some places around DreamSMP, though only when he has his suit on so that you can hide in his chest pocket. Neither of you wanted anybody else knowing about you, and you especially didn't want Dream to know about your interactions with humans. You've still kept your mouth shut, refusing to talk about your past to anybody.

In the last week or so, Schlatt and Quackity had been talking a lot about a festival that they were throwing, to 'celebrate democracy' or whatever. You hadn't paid much attention to it since Quackity told you that you probably shouldn't come, and it wasn't like Schlatt would allow him to bring you anyway. So, when the day came, you just tried to sleep through it. Unfortunately, fate has decided against you.

You wake up to the loudest boom you've probably ever heard, followed by lots of people screaming. You can faintly make out Schlatt's maniacal laughter, and a vaguely familiar voice that you can't quite place screaming, "Techno!" That name woke you right up, all the way. You hear the front door open and slam downstairs, and Quackity stumbles up the stairs in a rush.

"Holy shit. Holy shit." He's breathing hard, like he just ran a mile. His eyes are wide and he frantically motions with both his hands. "I saw it. T-Techno. He just-!" He's cut off by the door opening and closing again downstairs. He gasps, almost… scared?

"Oh Quackity! Guess who I got?!" Schlatt takes his time making his way up the stairs, but when he arrives, you gasp in shock. Between his fingers is another person- and he's your size. Schlatt has the back of their shrunken suit between his thumb and index finger, dangling him a block and a half in the air. He seems young, and he has scruffy brown hair. You can see a little bit of blood on his lip.

"That's… That's Tubbo! Be careful with him, he'll get hurt!"

"What do we care? He's a traitor, Quackity!"

"He's still just a kid, man!"

"What's your obsession with keeping these little things safe? Speaking of that…" Schlatt lays his eyes on you, his wicked grin sending a shiver down your spine. "Is this what happened to you?" He jostles Tubbo towards you, almost showing him off. "Did the piggy man get you? Oh no! Poor little 'villager' girl, scared of Technoblade." He pouts his lip and snickers. Your face heats up. What the fuck happened at the festival?

"Knock it off! Just give him to me, I'll take care of them both."

"Nah. I don't trust you with him. He's too important. I'm gonna put him in another box- another Tubbox! Do you like boxes yet, Tubbo?"

The kid looks at you with tears in his eyes, looking scared out of his mind. "H-Help…" he croaks. Before you or Quackity can do anything, Schlatt turns and walks away, not to be seen for the rest of the day.

When you wake up the next day, you hear the distant yelling of Schlatt, just like normal. But today didn't feel normal, especially with what happened yesterday. You don't hear Quackity's laughter and joking along with Schlatt like normal. After a little while of not caring to listen to their conversation, you hear striking against the Whitehouse. You tune in, but you can only hear fragments every now and then.

"Stop, dude! Stop! I built this!"

"I'm surrounded by pussies and soyboys! Help me destroy this or get the fuck off my property."

You hear an arrow slide back on a bow, and Schlatt scoff. "You won't do it. You're too much of a bitch." It takes a few moments before the arrow is released, and you cringe at the sound of Schlatt dying. He'll be returning from spawn any minute, and he'll be pissed.

Quackity runs up the stairs a few moments later, scooping you up immediately. "We gotta go, (Y/n)." You yelp in surprise and hug onto his thumb.

"What about Tubbo?" You've been worrying about him since yesterday.

"I already got him, don't worry!" Quackity holds you close, hiding you against his chest as he moves. He speedwalks out of the partially destroyed house, making his way down the hill behind it and into the forest. When you look up at his face, he looks very upset.

"What's wrong? What happened back there?"

"Schlatt is… such a dick. He- I'm not," he sighs and slips you into his right chest pocket as he walks. "I'm not Vice President anymore. Schlatt was tearing down the Whitehouse and I tried to stop him. He just used me to get into power." You stay silent and slump down into his pocket, letting him talk. Quackity paces among the trees for a moment before turning back around and heading towards Manburg. "Should I even go back? Should I even fucking go back, man? Because… I don't even know anymore. I shot him."

Suddenly he freezes, and you can feel his body tense up. "Oh, fuck!" He takes off sprinting away from Manburg again, trying to keep his suit jacket steady, and you can hear the hooves of a horse running closer. You press your hands against the sides of the pockets to stop yourself from flying all over the place. "Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off! Ohoho shit!" He starts hiding behind trees. The horse slows down to a stop, and Quackity peaks out from behind the tree. "Take it off. All of it." You hear the clanking of armour being dropped on the ground.

"Why… Why did you just run off- Why are you in the woods, Big Q?" It's the same familiar voice as yesterday.

"Tommy…!" You hear a muffled voice whisper from the other side of Quackity's jacket, the left side chest pocket. That must be where Tubbo is.

"Uh… I… live here." They both pause and laugh lightly. "Listen, Tommy, we gotta talk." Quackity steps out all the way from behind the tree. You're not sure if you want to risk peaking out yet, but you figure you might as well just to see. You just barely peak your head up, only your eyes are visible over the pocket fabric.

"It's been a while, Mr. Vice President." The familiar voice, Tommy, looks about as young as Tubbo. He has blond hair and bright blue eyes.

"No, no, not Vice President anymore." He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles somberly. "Schlatt's an asshole. He's taking down the Whitehouse and going fucking power crazy."

"What are you saying, Big Q?"

"I wanna overthrow Schlatt. Maybe we can... work together or something…" Quackity mumbles.

"I mean, how do I know this isn't a setup?" Tommy glares.

You hear rustling as Quackity digs out a cloth from his left pocket, in which is holding Tubbo. "I-I brought Tubbo."

Tommy tilts his head, then looks around the forest. "Where is he then?" Quackity offers him the cloth.

"Tommy! I'm right here!"

Tommy's eyes widen and his jaw drops when he sees Tubbo. "W-What…?" He clenches his jaw and glares at Quackity, pulling out his netherite sword. "What the hell! What did you do to him?!" Tommy screeches, causing you and Tubbo both to cover your ears simultaneously. This kid is loud.

"I didn't do anything! I swear!"

Tommy sheaths his sword, and takes Tubbo in the cloth. "Tubbo, Jesus Christ man! Are you okay?" You see Tubbo look back and catch your eyes, then look back at Tommy.

"Yeah. I'm okay. Quackity kept me safe." Tubbo stutters. Tommy gives Quackity a nod in thanks.

"So… can we join Pogtopia?"

"'We?' Who else?"

Quackity looks down at you, and you hesitantly give him a nod of approval, closing your eyes as his hand comes straight at you. He pulls you out with cupped hands to show Tommy. "This is (Y/n). Schlatt captured her about a month ago."

You slink backwards as Tommy flips his shit, but keeps careful with Tubbo. "What the fuck! How is this happening to people?! Oh my god, it's a woman! Who is she?! I've never even seen her before!"

"She's told us that she was a villager."

"That looks nothing like a villager! Villagers are ugly!" Tommy laughs, making you giggle. 'I mean, that's fair.'

"That's not nice!" Tubbo scolds, then looks at you and smiles. "Hi!" You wave back at him with a smile.

"So, can we join you?"

"Okay, okay, fine. Follow me, Big Q."

Quackity stores you back in his pocket as Tommy puts his armor back on, and Tommy just keeps Tubbo in his hands as he and Quackity walk and talk. They laugh and joke like they're old friends. You have your head peaking out the whole way there, surveying the land. You've never seen this many trees pass by you so fast. By the time you arrive, the moon has risen and all the stars are out. Tommy breaks two blocks, revealing a little hidey hole in the wall with barely enough room for three humans.

"What? This is Pogtopia? This is-"

"No, shut up! Down this stairway." Tommy leads Quackity down a two by two spiral staircase, right down into a giant ravine. Quackity gasps.

"Holy shit, Tommy! Is this Pogtopia?" He looks around in wonder, as do you. The ravine is decorated with lamps and extinguished campfires, and it actually feels somewhat homely.

"Yeah! Here, let me make a little space for Tubbo and then I'll show you around while we talk."

"Can we make a small room for Tubbo and (Y/n)? We can give them time to talk, too." You nod in agreement with Quackity, Tubbo probably needs some explanation.

"Yeah, yeah!" Tommy hands Quackity a diamond pickaxe, and they mine out a space about the same size as the room up the staircase, and Tommy places down two beds. He gently places Tubbo down in the middle of them, and Quackity reaches his hand in the pocket and plucks you out, thumb and index finger holding your sides.

"Here, you can probably explain everything to Tubbo, right (Y/n)?" He sets you down next to him on the beds.

You nod. "I-I'll do my best!" Tommy and Quackity walk out, and you wait until you hear their footsteps fade. You turn to Tubbo and sit down crisscrossed. "Are you okay? This must be difficult and weird."

"Y-Yeah… I'm doing alright. Just… processing everything." He fiddles with the cloth that he still has from Quackity.

"It was Technoblade, right?"

Tubbo nods. "I was just so confused. Wilbur told me he was on our side! And… Why didn't he just kill me? I would've respawned!" He sighs, frustrated.

"Wait, what? Technoblade is on your side? Is he here?!" You look around frantically.

"Well, I don't think so, not right now." He tilts his head in confusion of your panicked state. "Why? What's wrong with Technoblade?"

"He did this to me, too! He also… he killed my p-" You freeze at the sound of a new pair of footsteps, coming from somewhere close outside the ravine. They pass right by, all you can see is a raggedy trench coat flash by before heading up the stairs. You wait until you can no longer hear anything anymore. "N-Nevermind that."

Tubbo gives you a worried look. "Okay, I won't press you on it, I guess. But we are in this together, you know? We're in the same boat!" He smiles at you, reassuringly, and you nod with the same smile. You decide to change the subject.

"Your accent," you realize, "you're from L'manburg, aren't you? Tommy as well?"

"Yes! How do you know about that?" His eyes sparkle in excitement.

"I used to live there!" You smile at all the memories you have from your time living there, while messing with the blanket below you. "It was far after I got shrunk. I moved in after the war, I thought it would be safe for a while. Not long enough, apparently."

"That's awesome! I didn't even know you were there! You must be really good at hiding!"

"Not so much at running, though, since I got caught!" You laugh. The two of you joke and share stories until you hear three pairs of footsteps from above, coming down the stairs. You recognize one as Quackity, and figure that one of the other two must be Tommy. Speak of the devil, you hear the kid's voice.

"Okay, Wilbur, you can't freak out at this okay? Just… be calm!" Wilbur? You swear you've heard that name before. Oh, wait, shit. From Schlatt. You had almost forgotten through all the chaos today.

"That's a lot coming from you, Tommy!" Another man with a L'manburg accent quips as the three draw closer to the bottom of the stairs. You move closer to Tubbo just for the sake of feeling some sense of security. Tubbo, on the other hand, gasps in excitement.

"Wilbur!" He whispers to you.

Quackity walks in the room first, checking on you and Tubbo before motioning for Tommy and Wilbur to come in. You notice the raggedy trench coat Wilbur is wearing before watching his eyes widen and his jaw drop.

"Wh- Tubbo?! Is that Tubbo?!" Wilbur grabs Tommy's arm, but keeps his eyes on you two. "What the fuck happened? What is this?"

"Yes, that's Tubbo! He's been… uh… smallified!" Tommy makes up a word, making Quackity laugh, but Quackity stops when Wilbur shoots him an icey glare. Wilbur carefully makes his way over to the bedside, causing you to hide behind the cloth from Quackity. He pays no attention to you, however.

"Tubbo, what the fuck did Schlatt do to you?" You can see a flame in his eyes that seems to be intensifying by what he sees in front of him now.

"No, no, he didn't do this to me." Wilbur raises an eyebrow, sparing you a quick glance that you would've missed if you had blinked. "He really didn't! He just… took advantage of the situation." Tubbo looks down nervously.

"Well, what the hell happened then?"

"Well, it all started when you lost the election, and-"

"Tubbo, who did this to you, god damnit?"

"Technoblade!" He squeaks out.

"What the fuck? That bastard!" Tommy fumes. "Big Q, you didn't tell me that!"

"Well-!"

"Shut up, everyone," Wilbur commands as he stands up, "We'll talk to Techno about this when we see him. I haven't seen him in a while and I have no idea when we'll see him again, that's just how he is. So for now, that's a problem for future us." He looks at the other humans, and points at Quackity. "Quackity, you need to get to work on plan A. You know what'll happen if it fails, so make it work." He pushes past the two, and his trench coat flaps behind him as he walks out of the room.

Tommy and Quackity wait until they hear him get all the way up the stairs, then look at each other.

"He's lost it!"

"Oh yeah, he's gone completely nuts."

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pasiveagressive · 4 years ago

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Livestream Accident // N.H.

Requested

Warnings: Language, A lot of fluff like alot alot

“Hey angel I am doing a livestream later.” Niall Informs you and kisses your temple

“Okay I will make sure that I am not seen.” you smile up at him. You and Niall had agreed that enough of your lives are in the spotlight, and you wanted to try and keep your relationship out of it for as long as possible. That was three years ago, and you had been very successful so far. Of course there is a steady stream of people who believe that you are hiding a relationship, but that had always been something that was happening even before you and Niall got together. The media especially just can not believe that there are strong women out there who don’t find it necessary to date someone new every other week.

“Come cuddle me?” He asks as tempting as that is you decline

“If I don’t make dinner now then we won’t be eating until midnight. Sorry babe.” you peck his lips and go back to the task at hand. He whines about it for a bit but knows you are right so leaves it at that, “How was writing today?”

“It was good, lots of ideas flowing.” He responds “You need any help?”

“No, I think I am good. Oh actually would you pass me one of the sauce pots please?” he reaches down to grab one from the cupboard right below where he was standing. “Thanks.” after passing it to you his phone starts ringing. He walks by dropping another kiss on your temple as he answers,

“Lewis hey mate.” you smile, he and Lewis talk almost every day, their bromance had gotten worse over the quarantine. While he is out you decide to put on some music to cook to.

“Alexa, play me some music.”

“Okay here’s a station you might like, Today’s Top Hits.” You laugh to yourself when Niall’s song is the first one on.

“When you're with me no judgement, you can get that from anyone else.” you sing along not hearing Niall come back into the room. He watches you for a minute before wrapping his arms around your waist and swaying with you.

“Have I ever told you that I love it when you sing and even more when you sing my songs?” you smile

“You may have mentioned it once or twice.”

“Hmm.” is all he responds with.

“Okay lover, dinner is just about ready so would you get us out some bowls and silverware, pretty please.” he sighs

“I guess I can do that.”

“Thank you Niall.” you kiss him as he walks away. After you dish out your food you sit down to eat.

“Any scripts come across that caught your eye lately?” He asks you

“Um, maybe I don’t know. There are a few that look promising but nothing that is really speaking to me you know?”

“Yeah and there is no rush so make sure you really like the part.”

“Have I ever told you that you are the best, most supportive boyfriend in the world?”

“You have but I could stand to hear it more.” He smiles at you with some basil in his teeth, causing you to laugh. “What?” he asks, genuinely confused.

“You have something.” you point to your teeth as you say it

“Where here?” he misses it and you shake your head “Here?” again misses it “Come on help me out Y/N.” you reach over and scrape it out for him, after all you swap salvia on a daily basis what is the difference. “Thank you.” you just smile and nod having yet to regain your composure.

After dinner he does most of the cleaning since you made the meal. Once that's done he gets ready to go live.

“Hey babe I am just going to watch some criminal minds in bed, I might be asleep when you are done so just in case,” you kiss him “goodnight.”

“ ‘gnight angel.” he gives you a sleepy smile.

“Hey don’t be too late.”

“I know, I know. I love you.”

“I love you too.” you went back the small hallway to your bedroom. You change into one of Niall's old shirts and a pair of spandex shorts. Laying in bed you turn on Criminal Minds falling asleep way faster than you should.

When you wake up it is only about an hour and a half later, but you don’t realise that or even bother checking the time. You crawl out of bed not registering that Niall isn’t next to you and you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You walk right behind Niall, in full view of the camera A.K.A the livestream.

“Babe?” Niall calls out

“Hmm?” you answer still partially asleep, your brain turns the whole way on a second later. “Oh shit! I mean shoot, no I mean shit.” Niall laughs

“Well we were just talking about when to take it public.” you attempt to make it look a little less like you were just sleeping then walk over to the livestream. You give a shy little wave

“Hi everyone.” The comment section goes crazy.

I Knew it!

Omg thats @y/n.y/l/n

Niall and Y/N omg my life is complete

I called this years ago

Tell that bitch to get away from my man

I am the biggest Y/N fan her movies are so so good

She’s prob only with him for clout

“Okay so let’s clear some things up I guess.” Niall says and you agree

“So Niall and I have been together for three going on four years.”

“Neither one of us is using the other for fame.” He adds “I love Y/N with every fiber in my body.”

“And I feel the same about Niall.” you read another comment

“Are all of the songs on heartbreak weather about Y/N?” Niall reads out loud “Um not all of them no, a good chunk of them are though yes.”

“When exactly did you guys get together?” you read “Um we went on a couple dates in late 2016, but things really started in 2017, around the time that I was filming on Dark Phoenix and he was wrapping up / releasing Flicker.”

“So does that mean some of the songs on Flicker are about y/n?” you look at Niall as he speaks “ Uh there is one yes. No, I will not tell you which.” you answer a few more questions before yawning.

“I am very sleepy so I am going to go back to bed.” You kiss Niall lightly “Night lover.” you then wave to the camera catching one last comment before you walk away.

She calls him lover I am dying

You hear Niall telling the fans goodbye as you walk into the bedroom, him following moments later.

“Well that was not exactly how I imagined going public.” you grimace crawling into bed for the second time that night

“Yeah but I think that overall it went nicely.” he says from the bathroom as he brushes his teeth.

“Yeah,” you think for a moment “I guess it did.”

The next morning you are lying in bed having woken up before Niall. You decide that you don’t want to leave the warm embrace of your boyfriend quite yet so you reach for your phone. Turning off do not disturb, your phone goes crazy. Twitter, instagram, your manager, Niall’s manager, your mom, Lewis. You groan and throw your phone to the side, leaving yourself to face the madness later, right now you are just going to enjoy the peaceful moment with your boy.

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faislittlewhiteraven · 9 months ago

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#oh there's a lot of fun notions in here#sepia flashback and the world having forgotten color being connected is a delightful touch#the island being a tech hub outright makes sense - the convo about planets and the universe shows they've forgotten a *lot*#one thing that occurs to me about putting mt ebott on the island is like... was the barrier made through wish craft?#i tend to assume that at *least* 100 years passed between chara and frisk's respective falls#(given sans's comment about toriel's laugh and the ruins being locked for a long time and undyne having never met toriel)#but it being only a few years *could* be feasible in this crossover thanks to how the redaction effects can mess with people's minds#so that's the monsters with a messed up history skewing around chara's death...#the islanders getting really dissociative in ways that lead to more kids wandering off into danger#the rest of the world having only sadnesses for 'monsters' anymore thanks to that ancient war...

Heheh~ Thank you for the praise! ^///^

I'd say in this hypothetical crossover the creation of the Barrier was at least partially Wish Craft given the monsters canonly take note that 'seven of humanity's greatest Magicians' were the ones who created it (they might've used some colour magic too to IDK disrupt any Wish Craft from the Monsters disrupting or weakening it but seven IS one of those very important Wish Craft numbers Siff pointed out so).

Probably for extra 'ritual' power each of the mages was a different soul colour as well (seven different colours feels like the sort of thing Wish Craft would like for connections) but even with that boost, I like the thought that the Universe really didn't like the monsters being sealed away so the loss of colour in the world may have been an addition required to 'go against the Universe's desires'. An 'equal sacrifice' requiring 'humanity's colors' if they weren't willing to give up their own lives/freedoms could have also been a reason for the added cost. ...Or something like that anyway idk XD

And yeah I usually go with it being 100 years or more between Chara and Frisk's fall as well (my main Undertale fic I'm working on definitely had Chara die a LONG time before Frisk arrived) but the 'Chara ERASES the concept of the Island and themselves after hitting Sadness breaking point' fits ISAT's thing very well, explains away a lot of the timing issues that would normally come with that on the Undertale end of things and makes more sense than just 'monsters going free restores memories of the Island somehow???' which is all I had prior to remembering Flowey's odd post Pacifist 'please don't reset Chara, this is the power you were trying to fight' dialogue and going 'hmmm vague implication Chara looped but no context? Sounds like free idea real estate! XD' plus aesthetically Siff's 'red light, lost/empty and suddenly at LV 99' Sadness breaking point in Act 5 matches Chara at their scariest/arguably most broken in the No Mercy route alarmingly well so

Side note: If either the Monster's or Islander's beliefs about where Monsters originate from has any basis then it's almost certain that new monsters born of Wish Craft were born on the Surface post the creation of the Barrier (unless somehow the removal of colour magic green for kindness affected that). ...Which has SO much potential nightmare fuel for how the Islanders 'treated' any monsters being created wonder if Monster dust makes for good ritual materials? DX and also the potential for witch hunts for people who perhaps came off a little too 'monster like' or 'powerful/reckless' with their Wish Craft... (Which er, might explain a bit of Chara's whole 'hate humans, love monsters' thing...) Not sure how to use those thoughts exactly but they seem flexible for a host of different ideas. ...Then again perhaps the Universe was so peeved post Monsters being sealed that ALL failed Wish Craft (at least until Siff and Loop) spawned nothing but Sadnesses so. Lotta options for both horror and/or The Universe's characterisation there~ =D

Undertale/ISAT crossover thoughts

Don't really want to write one myself (already got enough fics I'm failing to write XD) but ever since I finished In Stars and Time I've been thinking how I'd write a crossover between these two amazing games and I figured I'd share my notes in case anyone needs a bit of help/motivation in writing their own~ =D

Warning: These will mostly be in 'order of thought' as it's all barebones stuff. Also contains FULL spoilers for both Undertale and In Stars and Time so er, if you're still looking to play those/still getting through them don't read this and please play this incredible games.

Mt Ebott is located on The Island and the shattering of the Barrier brings the ability to see color back to all those on the (ISAT) surface.

Humans losing the ability to see color in ISAT was due to them/the 'wish wizards' of The Island sacrificing it (along side their seven strongest 'colour casters') in a Wish Craft ritual, naturally leading to humanity losing most of their 'colour magic' knowledge.

Undertale's 'sepia flashbacks' were all Chara's memories of how the world looked to them, BUT once in the Underground they were able to see (and remember things on the Surface) in color (hence the whole 'golden flowers' bit; it was still mostly just a cover story but Chara genuinely wished that they could see their favorite flower field as the 'gold' they realized it was rather than the 'mid tones' they saw it as on the Surface).

...The 'erasure' of the Island I'm thinking might've been accidentally poor Chara and Asriel's fault: with Chara's 'ritual' killing of themselves via buttercup taking three days to happen, Chara being from the Island insisting Asriel always give them flowers in groups of three, seven and thirteen, and an entire Underground filled with tons and tons of 'trapped' wishes from monster kind for their freedom combining with Chara's self loathing/desire to hurt those who hurt them trapping them in a loop that Just. Wouldn't. End. until Chara eventually snapped and pulled a 'May these people, this Island, EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE WHO'D EVER HURT THE MONSTERS I LOVE including me BE ERASED UNTIL THE MONSTERS ARE FREE!' and um. Welp. There went an entire nation... (also Flowey eventually remembered some of this but only after going back to being Flowey post Asriel and probably it took a while for him to sort through all that).

Which er, means in this fic, that the people of The Island and the Island itself are still 100% there but they've all spent roughly 8 years or so all blitzed out of their minds: Need to think of Chara's exact wish wording so its not just 'corpses everywhere' but very good odds the people on the Island were either running on full automatic for years or able to remember some stuff but only if they very very carefully did not think of themselves as their own countrymen/used the languages of elsewhere/were careful not to think of where they were as any actual location within their country...

...Which naturally would effect the kids by far the most as their very language is basically a brown note (bilingual types could at least swap over to a different language but likely most of The Island was rendered silent) and well, pretty hard to remember Mt Ebbot is the mountain that must not be climbed when you can't think of the locations around you by name and the adults may or may not remember the kids exist half the time so... Yeah. Cue a lot of kids climbing up the mountain due to both lack of warnings and increased chances of feeling ignored/isolated/hurt.

Aka why in Undertale we can never hear/read anything Frisk says, why the monsters outside of Flowey/Asriel never refer to Chara by name and why no one remembers Frisk's name until after the Barrier shatters: Chara's 'Wish' couldn't be broken until then.

Not sure where all the anime and high tech that's washing into the Underground is coming from but either The Island used to be a massive tech hub prior to memory erasure, a LOT of tech was lost along with the loss of color or The Island's memory erasure in the ISAT world color magitech? maybe the wizards tried to seal away more than just monsters?, or IDK maybe the Underground barrier techincally had them displaced outside of Space and Time a bit and the garbage that was washing in was from literally everywhere thanks to the Universe wanting to help them or something (side note: realizing the memory erasure from Chara may have accidentally snipped Universe worship from the monsters as well since they clearly venerate the stars also but well. That longing for the stars DID cause them pain so..).

Imagining that Siffrin and party are in Bambouche meeting Bonnie's sister (or idk, having a vacation or reunion there if you wanna give Siff a bit more recovery/'explaining his issues to his family' time) when the Barrier is broken and all the colors come rushing back. Best first sunset ever (right before the entire Surface world kinda flips out over color, and to a lesser extent those familiar with The Island start remembering more and more details as the 'curse' weakens a little with every monster leaving Mt Ebbot) followed up by Siffren and the others absolutely losing their minds over how beautiful the stars are with just a tiny bit of color to them (the stars no longer being passively pushed out of people's awareness helps).

Anyway next day the party realize they have to investigate: Partly because Siff is well, kind of losing their mind over being able to see and remember home a little, but also because W.T.F and the Island is clearly the epicenter of everything going on. ...Also Siff may remember childhood stories about colors being locked away to serve as warning for if the Monsters returned so um. That's could be a thing.

Meanwhile the Monsters are getting a MUCH warmer reception from the local humans than they ever could've imagined (accidentally saving a nation from enforced amnesia kinda does that) and are also very confused as to why no one knows who they should get in contact with for formal alliance stuff (not sure if The Island has much of a government left at this point honestly...)

Would Flowey and the ghosty Chara acompanying Frisk count as Sadnesses???

... And er, that's all I got plot/setup wise. Most of my brain energy had been spent on imagining what soul colors all the ISAT cast have and also 'What Pokemon would they all be if they ended up in a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon game?' so have a list with my reasoning on that front! =D

Siffrin: Blue/Integrity - Might seem like an odd choice given his constant lying/acting but like. Given all of the memory erasure and the torture of the loops Siffrin's absolute refusal to compromise his family's happiness/safety or use the loops for literally anything not 'helping family/ending the loops' based (even when he's basically losing his mind and could really use just... Taking a loop or three to goof off or something) just screams how devoted he is to what he believes in and well, the amount he lies syncs up well with how insane he's going so yeah. Siffren is an Integrity soul who's having a really really hard time being true to himself due to all the wobbie breaking he's gone through all his life. Specifically I like to picture his soul as a very dark, deep black/blue with little pinpricks of other colored light (mostly green, red and yellow), like a tiny heart shaped starry night's sky <3 (And er, bet that soul went very 'red/bleeding sky' as he was losing it in Act 5; Determination isn't his color by nature but they were not well at that point at all).

Isabeau: Cyan/Patience - Isa is super kind and all sorts of things but what really sets him apart is just how patient he is about everything (in ways both good and bad). I like to imagine his soul looking like a blue daytime sky, maybe with the odd white cloud and yellow 'sun' dot: partly because it fits him but also partly to cutely contrast Siffrin's. *cue me humming Like Morning Follows Night from the RWBY OST because I mean. It kinda fits honestly

Mirabelle: Orange/Bravery and/or Yellow/Justice - Again another 'you might not think so' but like. Mirabelle is hella gutsy despite her anxiety and I admire her so so much (also JUSTICE BARRIER REFLECT AGAINST THE KING YAAAAGH! XD) Not super attached to it as Isa and Siff's but the orange/yellow glow of a sunset (maybe with some pink/purple along the edges to show her Perseverance <3).

Odiel: Green/Kindness - She's hella awkward about how much she cares and not the greatest at reading situations/reacting gently but like. Her sheer affection towards the others, her always watching and coming out with the bandages and how she point blank tells Siff 'nope, not angry at you nearly blowing up the world. Also you trying to do that because you love us is cute' means I can't really see her any other way~ Not sure if her soul would be dark green (for more Integrity) or more light green (for more Justice) but all in all, very very green, like light/dark speckled leaves <3

Bonnie: Purple/Perseverance - This kid endures so much so well I swear (they're also really brave so a little orange would work well too but despite everything I don't think bravery is their main characteristic). I like to think of their soul as very 'purple evening clouds with bits of brave orange gold/setting sun on the edges'.

And Loop has a White boss monster soul for reasons; thinking that in this crossover that Monsters believe that they were born from the Universe's compassion (with The Islander's myths claiming they're the result of failed/'cursed' wishes like the 'brother who can understand my suffering Wish Craft' fairytale Siff finds in the Orary room) and both Monsters and the Islanders believing Sadnesses are born from forcing a wish of cruelty/sorrow that goes against the will of the Universe (cue Chara and Flowey who probably were Sadnesses in this until the breaking of the Barrier grumbling that yeah that sounds about right and The King from ISAT proving to even more aaagh than he already was).

And yeah. I'm out of babble thoughts now so hope that this was interesting for you all and please feel free to yoink any ideas that snag your interest <3

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trutimeline · 4 years ago

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idislikecispeople, The Most Infamous Dyscourse Blogger: Part 1.0, Rumors

idislikecispeople, also known as many names throughout her time on Tumblr (such as Adele, Kat, Mami, Samantha and Sayaka), was a former Tumblr blogger who became infamous for coining the term "tucute", among many other controversial things she has posted on her blogs. This was supposed to be one, very long masterpost about her, but Tumblr's post editor is a bitch and won't let me do that.

In this post, I'll be debunking or confirming rumors commonly spread about idislikecispeople. The rest of my posts about her will each be dedicated to a specific controversial belief she held or situations she got into. For simplicity's sake, I'll be referring to idislikecispeople as Kat for the rest of this post and future ones.

Rumors

Kat Coined the Terms "Truscum" and "Tucute"

Verdict: Partially True

Kat coined the term tucute, but she did not coin the terms truscum or transmedicalist.

Here's a screenshot of Kat's original definition of a tucute:

Transcript:

What is Tucute?

What does tucute mean?

Tucute is basically just the opposite of truscum, it’s a term and community for trans, nonbinary, and/or non-cis individuals created to separate anti-truscum from truscum and to serve as a safe place from truscum and from cis people, where they believe that being trans requires dysphoria, we do not,where they think that being trans is a medical condition, we do not,and where they deny numerous gender identities on the basis that it “discredits the trans community” we do not.

What are the prerequisites to be a part of the tucute community?

You have to be trans, nonbinary, and/or non-cis in general

You have to accept all pronouns and gender identities

You haveto believe that dysphoria is not necessary to be trans

You have to dislike truscum

You cannot side with truscum or believe in their ideology

You cannot misgender anyone no matter how mad they make you

You cannot be an ableist whatsoever

Did you invent the tucute community? Why?

I indeed did coin the tucute term and community and anyone who says otherwise are creeps who are trying to steal it from me and redefine it for their own nefarious doings. I started this community so anti-truscum could separate themselves from truscum and cis people who are a part of the truscum community, it serves as a safe space from both truscum and cis people.

I’m cis, can I be tucute if I believe in your movement and want to help?

No, you can’t be tucute if you’re cis, you can only be a tucute ally, and you need to be sure to never speak for or over a trans person.

I see a lot of tucuties being just as harmful as truscum, what will you do about it?

There isn’t much I can do to them other than ask them to stop aligning with the tucute community, and of course, that doesn’t mean they will. Also be noted that truscum and cis people will pretend to be tucute just to tarnish the name of the tucute community, so tread lightly, you might be talking to a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Spread the word, use the tag #tucute and join the army today!

[A digital drawing of Sayaka Miki from Puella Magi Madoka Magica in her magical girl form, with a banner underneath her reading "Tucute 4 U!"]

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Kat Was a Cisgender Woman Who Lied About Being a Transgender Woman

Verdict: False

This rumor primarily comes from a post on Kat's oldest known Tumblr blog, chromaghost, where she claims that she wasn't MTF and only tagged a selfie as such because she thought that transgender people were "cool".

Transcript:

Anonymous asked: are you a mtf? i seen it tagged on one of your photos.

No lol. I wanted to post it to the tag because transgender people are cool :3

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However, Kat addressed this post and made it clear she very much was a transgender woman multiple times on her later blogs. This claim can also be confirmed with nude photos Kat posted online, which I don't feel comfortable spreading, so you'll just have to trust me on that one. I also don't feel comfortable directly encouraging you to go and dig up those nudes, as most of her nude photos were either taken when she was a minor, spread without her consent and/or were uploaded because people pressured her into posting nudes to "prove" she was a transgender woman.

Transcript:

Anonymous asked: you bound with ace bandage in one of your selfies. i don't know what to think about you anymore. according to some people you're a 27 year old cis woman scamming us, but you say you're a 22 year old trans woman. i want to trust you but i don't know if i can. i'm sorry.

Rest assured I’m not 27 years old lol. What you’re referring to is a less than graceful ~art piece~ we did (”Playing a Boy” or something) on deviantART when we were 16/17 (?) and really ill-informed. I ask you to not take that as how I stand currently – as I have learned so much more since, and I have a penis and I was designated male at birth because of it (feel free to purchase a passcode to our nsfw blog to see for yourself). At the time we were developing breast tissue but still had to appear as a ‘boy.’ Don’t bind with Ace bandages, kids, it can damage your rib cage, something we didn’t know at the time.

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Transcript:

[A picture of two prescriptions, estradiol and spironolactone, both prescribed to Adele Sheffield.]

grandtran still gonna think I photoshopped it or what

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Transcript:

Anonymous asked: In other words, you aren't gonna cough up the pics because you know you can't fake that shit because you're actually cis. Cool. BTW why do you keep changing your story about the blog, and if the blog was run by you when you were in denial about being trans because of self hate, why were the pics tagged mtf and you were constantly saying trans people were cool?

Yeah I’m not gonna do something for y’all and get nothing in return except more doubt from you, you see how one sided that kind of request is? Also its technically considered sexual harassment, just because its on the internet, you’re a coward (whats your username btw?), and you think I’m cis and you want me to prove time and time again to you that I’m dmab doesn’t justify sexually soliciting someone when they’re not comfortable in being solicited – for free no less.

At first I genuinely had no memory of that blog, it was only active for all of 2 months and for some reason I moved onto a new email and new tumblr, and I haven’t the foggiest why. As for the whole “me claiming to not be ~mtf~” I don’t have any memories from that time, I can only assume it was a lot of dysphoria fueled self-hatred and wanting to be seen/pass as a cis girl lesbian.

If you’re really gonna solicit nudes from a trans woman (a second time) as they do sex work to try and stay on their feet without offering anything in return just so your transmisogynistic ass can get off to trying to tell me my dick is fake isn’t classy at all. I perish the thought of what you’re parents would think of this behavior from you. But yeah, feel free to send some money to my paypal so I can get the gender markers on my records changed because that’s gonna cost a lot apparently, and I’ll definitely send you the dick pics you want. :)

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Transcript:

[A picture of a a hospital bracelet on Kat's wrist. The patient's name is Adele Sheffield and her sex is labeled as "M".]

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Kat Lied About Having Diabetes To Get Money From Tumblr Users

Verdict: False

This doesn't need much commentary from me, just view the screenshots below.

Transcript:

To the people who keep harping on me buying a $15 video game for my mental health 7 MONTHS ago “with my donation money,” well, here you go, some proof, links and screenshots provided

So for everyone spreading misinformation about me spending $15 on a video game for my mental health, here’s a full list of reasons why there is no way, shape, or form I spent my paypal money on it:

Yes, I spent $15 of my own money after selling one of my possessions, not denying it:

[A screenshot of a Tumblr post by Kat where she shows off a copy of Fall Out: New Vegas, marked with a price of $14.99. The date of the post is marked as July 21, 2014 at 06:28.39 PM.]

Be sure to look at the date, July 21st, 2014 6:28 PM. Now lets look at my first donation post asking for help:

[A screenshot of a Tumblr post by Kat where she asks for donations to be able to afford insulin because she has no insurance. The date of the post is marked as July 20, 2014 at 08:14.00 PM.]

Hmm, one day before the purchase of said game, July 20th 2014 at 8:14 PM. Now, I’ve never heard of a video game store — much less a non-chain video game store accepting payment for video games in the form of virtual Amazon gift cards, have you? Oh, but you’re gonna say, “well you bought the game with your paypal donations anyway!” Well, here’s exhibit C:

[Another screenshot of a separate post made by Kat where she is also asking for donations to be able to afford insulin. The date of the post is marked as July 23, 2014 at 12:27.46 PM.]

Again, looking at the date of this posting which is the original donations post, you can see it was posted on July 23rd, 2014 at 12:27 PM, a full 2 days after I had bought the game. Now, if there’s no way for me to use Amazon gift cards for a real life video game store, then how can I go back in time a minimum of 2 full days to give past me $15 to buy said game, hm? This isn’t even accounting for the fact that I didn’t even have my own bank account associated with it until over a week later, and it surely doesn’t account for the fact that it takes up to 5 days to transfer from paypal to your bank account. All the dates are linked to the original unedited posts so you can see for yourself, and for added measure my first deposit was on August 14th, 2014:

[A screenshot of a deposit made by Kat. The date is marked as 08/14/14.]

Oh but yeah, anti-sjs, truscum, and the like took damniwishidthoughtofabettername’s postthey used to gaslight us with misinformation and you all bought it. Tell me how I could misuse donations that I could not use outside of Amazon and money I didn’t even start receiving until a full two days later, let alone the fact that there’s no way I could have transferred said money and used it two days prior as of the date of the paypal donations post.

I hope some of y’all could reblog this and get the word out, I’m sick and tired of people buying into that misinformation that person did solely to gaslight me as a means to try and disrupt my donations drive.

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Transcript:

[A selfie of Kat holding up a vial of Novolin to the camera.]

Hey anon, I don’t feel comfy giving you my receipts (because doxxing is a thing) but here you go, a selfie with my most recent insulin purchase. 👽

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Transcript:

Anonymous asked: Getting desperate for money again I see. How is your fake diabetes lately. I bet your blood sugar is like 800 this time and you're still able to be alive somehow.

You got me, I’m ~totally faking~

[A selfie of Kat. In the background several items used by diabetics are seen such as insulin syringes, glucose tablets, a blood sugar tester and test strips.]

[A picture that gives us a closer look at the background of the previous selfie.]

[A selfie of Kat holding up two vials, one of Lantus and the other of Humalog.]

Gee, must be one dedicated faker, right? To have hundreds of dollars of insulin equipment and insulin itself. Hmmm… Insulin syringes, glucose tablets, a blood sugar tester and test strips.. oh and insulin, hmmmm….

Oh and because you didn’t learn from last time you don’t die instantly when your blood sugar goes over 600 lol, something anyone who studies endocrinology can tell you, and I would know, being a diabetic, having to be hospitalized numerous times for ketoacidosis where the blood sugar has been too high for too long. Things you clearly do not know and you’re just jumping on the disableist bandwagon. I have an idea of who you are anyway, just doing this for future reference.

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#idislikecispeople #dyscourse #transmed #truscum #tucute

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years ago

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Statuesque Pt. 3

Alright it’s getting a little more interesting...things are changing.

Lemme know what you’re thinking in the comments pretty please?

tw: blood mention

Previous Parts Found Here

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Geralt blinked awake unexpectedly. He hadn’t been paying attention and therefore hadn’t seen Jaskier approach.

“Hello?” the curator practically sang, waving his hand in front of the demon’s sensitive eyes. “You awake in there?”

“Hmm.”

“Oh, good. I have questions.”

“Hmm.”

“Very eloquent tonight, I see, Geralt. Charming, as usual.”

“Did you summon me...intentionally?”

“Yes. And I’m sure it won’t be the last time, either. Now, like I said, I have some questions for you, if you don’t mind.”

“You bled for me,” the statue murmured. The statue’s only untethered hand reached out to grasp Jaskier’s. Geralt brought it to his mouth and pressed a burning, slow kiss to the scabbed tip of the human’s finger. When Jaskier pulled it away, mesmerized and blushing wildly, the wound was closed completely. Only a thin line remained where he’d pricked himself with the letter opener from his desk. “I will gladly answer your questions, Jaskier.”

Geralt heard Jaskier’s heart stutter when he said the mortal’s name and couldn’t help but smirk. Perfect.

“So, I was wondering, what’s...what’s your favorite color? I mean you’ve been alive for centuries and you’ve been in some of the most impressive churches and museums in the world, right? So what painting is your favorite? What’s your favorite color? Why do you like it so much?”

Geralt blinked. That...that wasn’t the line of questioning he’d been expecting at all. He thought Jaskier would be like the rest, curious about the afterlife. Hungry for power. Hungry for forbidden and cursed knowledge. Not - Not a demon statue’s favorite color. He frowned a little, confused as to how he should answer. Jaskier turned back to his desk and began to sort some papers, humming an unfamiliar tune very quietly as he did so.

“Hmm?”

“Take your time to answer; I woke you up first-thing after I clocked in. I figured you needed to sort through a lifetime of experience, so I planned to give you a minute to think it over. We have all night to talk, Geralt. I didn’t mean to be overwhelming and I apologize if that was too many questions at once.”

“You woke me up first-thing?” Geralt asked, feeling dumb for the first time in a millennia. He ignored the rest of the curator’s monologue, focusing only on that one detail. We have all night. He’d given Geralt all night to speak and observe and be alive.

“Of course!” The bright-eyed mortal turned to face him. “I wouldn’t want to miss a solitary minute of your company! If you ever don’t want me to wake you up again, let me know. Otherwise I rather intended to keep you company on a regular basis.”

“Oh…”

Hmm. Fuck. The only decent human being in a fucking century and I manage to befriend him of all people. Goddamnit.

“Blue. My favorite color is probably blue, like water.”

Water, and definitely not the shade of your accursedly bright irises.

“Excellent,” Jaskier beamed. “Mine is green, but yellow is a close second. I’m a sucker for a Van Gogh; his yellows are inspired.”

“The style is fascinating but I’m partial to a Monet,” Geralt argued, smiling softly. More softly than he’d intended. More softly than his planned seduction called for. Don’t lose your touch, now. You can get out of here. You can be free.

“So, is there any way to break your curse? Do your chains have a key?”

“Yes and no,” Geralt lied.

“Alright, shoot.” Jaskier’s arms were crossed over his chest and his butt was pressing against the edge of the desk as he leaned back against it. He looked adorable and so intent. Curious but not greedy.

“Would you believe me if I told you that Heaven and Hell invented True Love’s Kiss?”

“I might.”

“Well you should. The only way to be free of the curse is true love’s kiss. Second, no. These chains are meant to keep me from leaving the pedestal.”

“Too bad,” Jaskier sighed. “I’d hoped to show you around the rest of the museum. Maybe take you for coffee.”

“Coffee?”

“Yeah. Can you like...eat and drink?”

“It will disappear when I turn to stone.”

“I’ll bring you some coffee tomorrow, then.”

Geralt felt something strange knock loose in his chest. Something warm and soft that seemed determined to bloom and spread as he watched Jaskier finish sorting his papers. It had reached his fingers and toes by the time they finished discussing impressionism and moved on to Jaskier’s favorite books and Geralt’s favorite eras of history.

“The Renaissance really was lovely,” he insisted. “But I wasn’t necessarily on board for the entire Enlightenment process. The art wasn’t nearly as good.”

“Jurassic Park is a fucking classic,” Jaskier explained a few long and interesting minutes later, “Jeff Goldblum is one fine piece of Daddy.”

Geralt didn’t need many context clues to understand what that meant.

The night passed happily and before it seemed entirely possible, that gut-sinking feeling appeared once again. “Fuck. See you tomorrow night, Jaskier.”

“Talk to you tomorrow, Geralt,” the curator tucked a stray white hair back behind the statue’s ear and smiled softly. “I’ll miss you in the meantime.”

Will you? Geralt wanted to ask, honestly curious about the answer. Something odd was happening. Something that was veering him far from the course of his original plan. Will you miss me? Will you think of me in the daylight hours and wish I was there with you? Will I be wishing to be with you? Do I hunger for the sun again, Jaskier?

Geralt steeled himself and let the stone take him over completely. He had to free himself. Lying about the kiss was the first and easiest step.

The rest, he realized with a strange and nearly alien twinge of guilt, would be harder.

#statuesque pt 3 #geraskier ficlet #geraskier fic #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #museum curator jaskier #geraskier museum au #statue geralt #demon geralt #evil geralt #for now #soft jaskier #eager jaskier #curious jaskier #angst with a happy ending #geraskier fluff #bouncey's endless au collection

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crescentsteel · 4 years ago

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Just Friends - Part 3

plot: fubu set up with Kuroo as a university student, model fem reader

word count: 4361

A/N: Sorry if this is boring >_< I suck.

Part 2 | Part 4 | m.list

You wake up from the harsh sunlight on one side of your face. You don’t recognize where you are when you open your eyes. You sit up, trying to recall what happened before you passed out last night.

As you lift yourself up, the blanket you wore drapes off of you. You swiftly gather it back again to cover yourself when you feel the air on your bare skin. You notice the tenderness on your arms, hips, and particularly down there.

Right. A guy named Kuroo happened.

Your lips draw a smile on your face as certain scenes from last night, or was it morning, flashes back in your memory. He really did a number on you. You look for him but you’re alone in bed. As if on cue, he appears on the doorway of his room.

“Well, good morning to you.” he says with a smug expression on his face. He crosses his arms and leans on the frame of the door. He’s not wearing any shirt and only has skimpy boxers on. With the place being well-lit, you can see his features that the dimness previously hid. You know how that he’s ripped from the way your hands roamed on his body last night, but seeing it right now makes you wish that it was this bright when you did it.

He looks at his phone.

“Actually, it’s early afternoon already,” he adds.

Your eyes expand. Crap, you have to be somewhere this afternoon. You search the area within your field of vision for your clothes. You remember just throwing them in places, but you have no idea where exactly.

“Where are my stuff?”

He looks behind him.

“They’re still on the floor. I just got up too, so I didn’t bother picking them up.”

You cling on the blanket on your body as you stand up. You make your way towards his living room, but he does not move when you try to get past him.

“Come on, kitten. I’ve seen it all. Why bother covering up?” A sly grin plastered on his profile.

You meet his daunting eyes as you remove the knot on your chest, letting the blanket fall to your feet. His eyes follow the blanket as it drops.

“There you go. Can you let me through now?” You forge a smile.

He matches it with his own and moves out of the way.

“Absolutely.”

You can feel his stare boring to your body, but you pay no mind. He can stare all he wants, but you really need to go. Your clothes are scattered sparsely on the floor. You put them on as you pick them up.

“So, about our deal last night, hmm?”

Oh, you almost forgot about that. You bet he’s going to ask for a repeat of last night.

“What about it?” You put on your shirt, completing the last clothing you were missing.

He hands you his phone in which you frown at.

“Your phone number.”

Both your eyebrows jack up in slight disbelief.

“I’d be honest. I thought you’d ask for an encore.”

He laughs momentarily.

“I do want an encore, but I’d rather we both do than me asking it as my prize.”

He flashes you a devious grin that you find attractive.

He’s not the usual guy who goes for what he wants in the easiest way possible. He goes for it in a strategy that pleases him and gets him results in the same time. You have to give it to him - he knows what he’s doing. By asking for your number, the ball is in your court. It’s up to you if you want to do it again.

“So you’re sure I’ll sleep with you again if you ask, is that it?” you jeer at him.

“I don’t know. You tell me.” His smug expression doesn’t faze at all.

You acknowledge that it just wasn’t the alcohol and your lust-induced self that made him very appealing last night. It was all him.

You snatch his phone and put in your details.

“I should get going now.”

You head towards the exit and open the door when you hear him speak.

“I had an amazing night, y.n.” he says with a flirtatious grin.

“So did I.” You shoot him a wink, “But that wasn’t a yes,” you add teasingly and walk to your car.

You seat yourself and are about to start your engine when you hear your phone’s text notification.

‘See you again, kitten~’

It was an unknown number but you know exactly who it is. You ignore it and throw your phone to the seat beside you. Yet, you can’t control the simpering of your mouth.

And that’s how you and Kuroo became “friends.”

You saw no reason to stop yourself from seeing him. You need a good lay sometimes and so does he. You aren’t dating anyone. You satisfy each other in bed. He’s fun to be around at. And most importantly, you go to different universities, which is actually ideal.

You’ve dated two people in university, but that’s different. You and Kuroo are not dating. It’s purely physical. You don’t want to be sleeping around with someone and attend the same classes with him. It’s weird for you.

Although you both were on just having sex basis, you know some details about his life. He’s in his last year in Business Marketing. He used to be captain of his volleyball team in high school. He continued playing in university, but he stopped this year because it was his senior year. He wanted to focus on graduating. You are also aware of his schedule since you have to know when he’s free.

This is the first time you’ve had this kind of arrangement, but you know how it goes. And honestly, you just don’t see yourself anything more than friends with Kuroo.

You do believe you’re friends, kind of. Sometimes, you stay longer than you should when you come over. You even study at his place sometimes. From experience, you just doze off at home when you come from Kuroo’s place. So you just bring your laptop and notes at his place when you have exams and papers coming, but also want some fun distraction. He doesn’t mind. He even joins you most times. You know not much about Marketing, but you help each other out. You quiz him with his notes and him to you.

You also have some grasp on his personality. He’s very laid back, yet he has a very strong sense of responsibility. He often asks if he should drive you home in case you were too “tired”. There were times that he turned you down because he had something to do in university. That surprised you the first time it happened because all guys you’ve been with have never turned you down. Although, he did call the next day to make up for it.

Despite thinking that he was a fun person the first night you met, he’s actually intimidating when he’s not goofing around. Like right now, you’re waiting for the food you ordered since you’re both hungry from your usual affair. He’s sitting across you on his table and is staring at his phone. You want to ask where the delivery guy is but he’s so focused on his phone that you feel uncomfortable getting his attention. He seems to have noticed since his eyes suddenly shift to you.

He doesn’t say anything but continues to stare.

“What?” You say, finally breaking the silence.

He eyes his phone again and shows it to you.

“You sorta look like this lady.”

You blink slowly twice as you decide if you’re going to tell him that that was indeed you. It’s an ad for a clothing brand you did a few months ago. You started doing modeling jobs in your senior year in high school. All your middle school and high school, everyone tried to earn your favor because you came from a rich family. When you started modeling, you gained more attention, to the point that you got so sick of it.

When you entered university, you laid low. You didn’t let anyone know you’re modeling. You tried to stay away from any attention. That’s why when you work with big brands or projects, you ask them to use your stage name. However; people still take notice of your looks. With your stature and face, you often get invitations to take part in beauty contests in and out of your university. You turned them all down. When people say you should try modeling, you laugh it off and say that you have no interest.

It was partially true. The only reason you’re into modeling is you wanted to feel how it was like to earn your own money. You always had everything you wanted. Your parents gave you everything you asked for. You had no sense of accomplishment. You had no real friends. You felt empty.

But being the spoiled kid you were, you knew nothing about labor. You can’t serve properly in restaurants. You can’t cook. You feel tired from doing minimal work. So when an agent asked if you wanted to model for them, you thought that it was so appropriate for you. You just have to stand/walk while looking pretty.

You honestly see no harm from telling Kuroo. You have no mutual connections. But for consistency’s sake, you decide to hide it from him as well.

“Yeah, I get that a lot. I have the face structure of a model,” you shrug casually.

He looks at his phone again and purses his lips.

“Nah. I think this really is you.”

You sigh. You saw it pointless to deny it further from him.

“Actually, yeah. That is me.”

He nods but doesn’t say anything and proceeds to scroll down. You scowl at his lack of reaction.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“About what?” his focus still on his phone.

“Me being that model.” “What? Weren’t we just shittin’ each other?”

It was the first time you felt the need to prove to someone that you are legit. You get your phone and look for your behind-the-scenes photos and selfies for that shoot. As soon as you find them, you hand him your phone.

He frowns as he’s swiping from photo to photo. He looks at your phone and his phone side to side, comparing the official photo and the ones you had. Finally, his gaze goes to your face, the look of surprise evident on his.

“You weren’t kidding. It is you!”

He continues to browse through the photos.

“Why hide it though?”

“I wasn’t hiding it from you.”

He rests his chin on his hand and looks at you.

“I always wondered what your job was since you were pretty cryptic about it. You always say ‘I have my job’ but never what you actually do.”

You’re surprised that he was paying that much attention to that. You didn’t even notice. You’re just used to not letting it slip by.

He sits beside you and puts his arm around you playfully.

“But maaan, to be sleeping with a model like you,” he puts his one hand on his chest dramatically.

“I am truly humbled,” he adds with absolute jest in his tone.

He’s obviously being an ass about it, but you don’t feel pissed at all. On the contrary, you feel pleased at how he’s still himself despite knowing.

“You should be,” you counter jokingly.

He suddenly stands up. He ties his shirt into a crop top and puts his hand on his hips.

“Am I doing it right?” he asks then pouts comically.

You immediately get your phone to take snaps of how ridiculous he looks. He doesn’t mind and continues what he’s doing. His toned body makes it funnier. You find it hard to suppress your laughter as his poses get more outrageous by each photo. You stood up and set your camera on timer to join him. You exaggerate poses you’ve done in modeling and he quickly gets in sync with you. Your sides start to hurt from laughter. You both catch your breaths as you recover from your earlier absurdity.

The door suddenly creaks open with a boy looking at his phone which he’s holding horizontally. He has shoulder length hair, with black roots and blonde streaks at the ends, which is loosely tied. You’re probably the same height, if not a bit taller than him.

When he steps in, he looks away from his phone and meets your eyes, then sets out to Kuroo. It’s almost funny how his lazy blank expression suddenly shifts to weirded out.

“Shit. I forgot you were coming over, Kenma.”

You and the so-called Kenma meet eyes again, the awkwardness setting in this time. You’ll give Kuroo an earful next time. Why didn’t he lock his door? What if Kenma walked on the both of you in the middle of it? Does Kenma know about you and him? If you aren’t feeling so awkward, you’d be so pissed already.

“No worries. I’ll get going.” you smile politely to him.

You almost ran to get your stuff. Sure you both got along well, but your friendship is not the type where you introduce each other’s friend.

“What about the food we ordered?” Kuroo asks. They can have it for themselves. You don’t want to interfere with whatever they’re supposed to do.

“It’s okay. Let’s play tomorrow instead,” Kenma says.

Kuroo scratches his head and sighs.

“Geez. You both can stay. No one is being kicked out.”

Kuroo walks to his monitor and turns on his Ps4. Kenma bows his head to you and follows Kuroo. “I didn’t know you got a girlfriend.”

You and Kuroo immediately exchanged glances. So Kenma did not know. You’re glad he didn’t kiss and tell, but what now? How would you explain your relationship?

Kuroo is the first to speak.

“Nah. She’s just a friend.”

How classic of an excuse that was. Kenma takes a peek at you and turns to Kuroo again.

“Yea, you sort of look bad beside her,” his calm voice in contrast with the insult he just told.

That was enough to dissipate the uneasiness you were feeling. You snicker towards Kuroo.

“You must be good friends for him to be that honest.”

He glowers at your remark. Then, his expression veers to something twisted. He smirks with the familiar conniving look in his eyes. You don’t have to figure out what he’s trying to pull, because you already know.

“I changed my mind. Kenma, let’s play tomorrow instead.”

“No! You don’t have to go at all,” you immediately respond while walking towards the couch where they are. You stop behind it and dig your palms on the soft material, leaning your upper body in their direction.

“You’re gonna play, right? I don’t mind watching.” You smile all too friendly at Kenma while his glance goes back and forth to you and Kuroo. You can feel Kuroo glaring at you as well.

You know that he’s planning to rough you up in bed for being a smart-ass and not that you don’t want that, but you like this better. You like getting the upperhand.

Kenma nods. “Okay, but you’re playing too.”

He picks up a controller and sits down.

“Change the loser,” he adds.

You flop yourself beside Kuroo and give him your nicest smile. He reciprocates it with a fake one.

You are so pleased with yourself. Even if you lose in whatever you’re going to play, you already won before it even starts.

His phone rings. “Hello? No. You’re on the wrong street. Wait. I’ll meet you outside.”

He stands up and pockets his phone.

“I’ll meet the food delivery outside. Go play first.”

Kenma sets up the game and you just look at him while doing so.

“I don’t think you’re just friends,” he blurts out, which takes you by surprise. Most people would go for small talks, but he went straight to it.

“Me and Kuroo? Haha. We are … just friends,” you give him a curt smile. “You do look too err.. nice for him,” he continues as he boots up a game with players holding guns, “but I can tell there’s something between you two.”

He hands you the other control. You ignore what he just said so the subject will be dropped. You get the controller apprehensively. You aren’t familiar with it because you’ve only played with your phone.

“I don’t know how to play this though,” you admit.

He gives you a quick tutorial on how to play the game.

“Alright! I’m ready for it.” You stretch your fingers while holding the controller. You feel a bit excited since it looks fun and it’s your first time.

The monitor is showing the loading screen when Kenma says, “I can believe that you and Kuroo are just friends.”

He’s still going about that huh.

“Yep. Cause we are.”

He gives you a faint smile. “But I don’t think it will stay like that.”

Before you can even respond, the game starts and you try your hardest to recall what he just taught you. You were clumsy and had a lot of misplays, but you were having fun. Although obviously, you lost.

After meeting Kenma, Kuroo noticed you got into playing games. Not excessively, but whenever you’re at his place, you frequently play. You also bought new games to play, which delighted Kenma when he found out. He even wants to invite you to play again.

Although these past two weeks, you don’t even touch the controller when you come over. It’s the end of the semester and it’s hell for you both.

You come over almost everyday with the idea of a quick fuck, but one of you needs to do something ‘real fast’ which ends up with the both of you doing your own school deadlines and exams. Somehow, you do manage to squeeze in a quickie when studies get too intense. It’s the two of you’s way of coping from the stress.

Even though he was the Senior student, your schedule seems more hectic. There was a night that you slept over because you were too tired to go home. He would’ve offered to drive you home if he wasn’t so tired as well.

It seems that tonight will be the same. He can feel the strain on his eyes. It’s almost midnight. He just turned over his paper online, but you’re still frantically typing.

“You okay there?” he asks.

“Mmmhmm.”

“When is it due?”

You put your hands on your temples and take a very deep breath. “Tomorrow night.”

“Then why are you rushing it tonight?”

“I have a shoot tomorrow night.”

He wants to ask something but decides to put it off for now. You look like you’re about to smack something and he doesn’t want to be on the receiving end if ever.

“Alright. I’m off to bed now,” you yawn.

You don’t bother to take your eyes off your screen. You wave your left hand as your way of saying good night.

He goes to his bed and dozes off right after.

He wakes up from the need to use the comfort room and notice that you aren’t in bed. There’s only a dim light in the other room, so you must’ve gone home. He walks towards the comfort room and finds you staring at your laptop while hugging your knees. You must’ve turned off the lights and dimmed your screen. He looks at the wall clock that points to 4:20 a.m.

“Have you been up all night?”

“I’m almost done. I’m just reviewing the whole thing.”

Your eyes look dead as you scroll your mouse.

As much as he wants to help, there isn’t anything he can offer. Also, he’s still sleepy. Maybe he’ll do something for you next time, but now, it’s just out of the equation. He does his thing and gets back to sleep. The second time he wakes up, the sun is already up. He expects that you’d be beside him since you looked so exhausted previously.

When he steps out of his room, he sees you sleeping on his couch. You’re only wearing your shirt and panties. Your legs are stretched out, going past the armrest. Your left arm covers your eyes while the other one is extended above your head. Your shirt is yanked up, showing your left underboob.

He smiles to himself. He wants to pat himself on the back and tell himself “nice kill, Kuroo.” He doubts he’s ever going to snag someone as hot as you are. If he didn’t see you up till morning, he would feel you up right now and take his time with you. It has been a while since you two had a good fuck. But you need the rest.

He picks you up from the couch and carries you. You squirm and open your eyes a bit. When you see him, you put your arms around him and snuggle on his neck.

He chuckles softly at how adorable that was. He always found your independence sexy. You always do things on your own if you can. You don’t ask him anything that you can’t do yourself. You even come across as stubborn sometimes. Now, you’re in his arms, seeming helpless compared to your usual self. He must admit, it feels good that you allowed him this.

He takes you to his bed princess style. You’d get better sleep there. When he lays you on his bed, you get a pillow and cuddle it with your arms and legs. He leaves you be and decides to go out for groceries.

It’s a Saturday so he has time to cook. He doubts you’d be waking up soon, so he picks ingredients for lunch.

He cooks as soon as he’s home and is done thirty minutes past noon. He’ll wake you up after setting the table. As he puts the second dish he made, you walk towards the table while rubbing your eyes.

“Something smells good. Did you order food?” you say groggily.

You stare at the food on the table, then glance at the pots still in low heat at the stove.

“Did you cook this?” You sound so surprised.

“Uh huh. You always get take-out for when you come over. Heh. Figured it’s about time I showed you real food.” He boasts with his hands on his hips.

You don’t respond to his goading at all. Instead, your whole face lights up. Your lips form a smile that’s neither condescending nor sassy. When your eyes meet his, he sees genuine happiness reflected in your eyes. He’s rendered speechless at how you’re like a different person from the sincerity of your expression. You haven’t even tasted it yet. Why do you look so happy?

Once you take your seat, you put your hand together in a prayer and close your eyes.

“Itadakimasu.”

You open your eyes with the same warmth in your smile and get your portions. You look so excited, like a kid served with her favorite meal.

After taking one bite, you clap softly while looking at your food.

“No one’s that happy when I cook,” he says with amusement.

“What, why? It’s good!”

“I mean you look too pleased.”

“Ah.” Your previously wide smile lessens, a trace of melancholy passing by your face.

“No one’s cooked for me before.”

Only silence follows. He doesn’t know exactly how to respond to that. Were you referring to ‘no one’ as family, friends, or a lover? He can’t tell. He takes a spoonful at his lack of answer.

“Well actually, our housemaids did.” You look up as if you’re trying to recall something.

“I know you’re loaded, but really? Housemaids?”

You turn to him and return to your usual foxy smile.

“Since you’ve been nice and all, I’ll let you in on a secret. You ready?”

“This better be good.”

“My parents own l.n. Co.”

He stops eating. He’s completely astounded.

“Holy fuck. You’re a legit l.n. from the l.n.?”

“Uh huh.” You continue eating, ignoring how shocked he was.

“That explains the shit ton of expensive stuff you own.”

“What? I live a humble life.” If it wasn’t the tone of your voice, he’d think that you’re being sarcastic. But seeing your expression, you actually believe what you just said.

“Y.n. You own a sports car. You have the latest Macbook and Iphone. You always pay for our take-out. You order any food craving you like, no matter how expensive that is. You even bought us new games. That’s far from living humble.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever.”

“I wanted to ask you though. Why keep modeling these past weeks? You’re just tiring the shit of yourself. You don’t need the money. Do you love it that much?” It’s been on his mind since last night. Even though he did not know you were that rich then, you seemed well-off enough to miss on a few gigs.

“No. Not really. I just happen to be suited for it. But I value it because it gives me a sense of self-reliance. My parents provide for what I need. As for what I want, I provide that myself. I don’t want to go through life where everything is handed to me in a silver platter I was born in. If I stop because I have the money, then that defeats the purpose.”

He realizes that despite these past months that you’ve been banging, he knows nothing substantial about you. You spend a lot of time together, but if you weren’t having sex, you’re playing games or having some stupid random conversation. You never talked about yourself. This is the first time you’ve shared something that’s actually about your life.

You were always this hot person who’s just there conveniently, but now he can see you differently. He sees something admirable beyond being physically attractive.

“What?” You snap at him. He must’ve been staring.

He chuckles softly while shaking his head.

“Nothing.”

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maniacwatchestheworld · 3 years ago

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Pulling a knife from her pocket, she unsheathed it. Holding the blade, she offered it to him. He stared at it for a long moment, not moving until Judy spoke. “If you think that I hurt you… I suppose that it’s only fair for you to do the same to me.”

When he didn’t move, she placed the knife on the ground between the two of them and backed off. Slowly, he moved towards the knife and picked it up. He touched the blade, just to see how sharp it was. Judy sharpened the thing on a regular basis, so even the smallest bit of pressure broke the skin. Judy placed her arms through the bars, wrists exposed and palms up.

An offering if he wanted to take it.

“So what do you want to do?” She was almost eager to receive some sort of punishment; to be hurt by him.

He ignored her as he studied the blade, deciding what to do with it.

“Well? It’s your choice. What would you like to do? You can do anything that you want with it.” Judy asked, breaking Fredrick’s concentration.

“Anything…” He muttered, taking the knife in both hands before turning it on himself and plunging it into one side of his abdomen. He yelled as he dug the blade further and further into himself. He could feel every tremble of his hands as the searing pain coursed through his body. He didn’t stop pushing it in until the blade was pushed to its hilt. He let go of the knife where it stayed, embedded in his side even without him holding it. He had intended to pull the blade out, but the world was beginning to swim and sway as dizziness overcame him. He collapsed onto the ground, only hazily aware of the world around them.

He could hear Judy speaking, but couldn’t make out the words as she unlocked the cage and dragged him out. It was after this point that he couldn’t quite remember what happened. He was aware that he had been picked up and moved to a table where he had been made to lay down. Were there other people there? He had a feeling that he heard other voices gather around him as he drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness. In an unusual moment of lucidity, Fredrick watched Judy, a hazy blob in his eyes as she applied pressure around where the knife was embedded into his gut.

“Judy…” He muttered to which she shushed him.

“Don’t move, idiot. I need to fix this…”

“Judy.” He insisted, ignoring her words as he pulled up a hand to stroke her cheek, smearing it with a streak of red. “Let me go… It’s okay. It’s going to be okay...”

“No… Please… Don’t you vanish too… I can’t…”

“Please, Judy… This is what I want.”

“And I want you! I’m not going to let you deny me- take you away from me again…”

“I loved you too. You and Brad were my best friends.”

“We were?” There was surprise in her voice.

He nodded. “I’ll see you again…” With that, Fredrick put a hand on the knife inside of him.

“Don’t…!” It was all she could get out before he pulled the knife free and dropped it. The flow of blood pouring from the wound hastened, and with that Fredrick passed out.

Goretober Day 5: Bleeding Out

Prompt from @staticart's Goretober prompt list which can be seen here.

So this is oh so very cringe and I'm regretting it already! :D Day 4: Eyes took a lot longer than I expected, so I was behind by a day. But here it is! Day 5! Some very cringe shit going on right here, let me tell you! When I saw the prompt, I was racking my brain. I like the mental image of someone being grateful to their killer, thanking them after having been stabbed as they are bleeding out. I swore that there was some fandom thing that I consumed/did recently that put this image in my head for some reason, but I was having a hard time remembering what it was. And then I remembered. Oh. Right! It's from my waaaay too long and exceptionally edgy Scooby-Doo: Mystery Incorporated fanfic! So yeah. I partially drew that scene from my fic, and added in the excerpt for your reading pleasure...??? I feel like I should give you all context so you can understand it...? But then again like... Nah! Even the context is embarrassing for me to think about!

But then again, I do want to post the individual panels and so am going to be making a cut anyway... So I guess I'll explain things down there! Explanation's gonna be at the very bottom of the cut! :D

So. Scooby-Doo: Mystery Incorporated is a very... Interesting series. So major fucking spoilers right here: Fred was kidnapped as a baby and was raised by said kidnapper. But as it turns out his biological parents are just the fucking worst, so it's probably actually a good think that Fred was kidnapped...? Well in any case, this fanfic focuses on Fred's kidnapper (Fred Jones Sr. whom I refer to as 'Fredrick' in the fic to differentiate him from Fred) because I like him and think that he's a very interesting character, but that they didn't explore him enough later on in the series which is a DAMN FUCKING SHAME! A lot of this fic goes into explaining and expanding the relationship between Fredrick and Fred's biological parents, Brad and Judy. Because in canon they were likely friends when they were teenagers and like... Damn! There's a potentially very interesting relationship there! Why did they not explore nor expand on it!???

So... Uh... In this scene in particular Fredrick is being held captive by Brad and Judy (and others). They want some information out of him, and so because Brad and Judy are the fucking worst, they decide to torture him! A lot of these chapters to be honest are just Fredrick talking to Brad and Judy and exploring their feelings towards one another. Brad had already had his turn torturing Fredrick, and has been banished from the torture chambers for almost killing their captive. Now it's Judy's turn, but Judy is quite a bit more sinister, going for a more psychological approach in contrast to Brad who just kept beating him... She's trying to break him down mentally and emotionally, making him entirely reliant on her. And it's somewhat working! However, she did something to make him hesitant to trust her, so she's trying to convince him that it's not going to happen again. And then... Well, I assume you've already read that for yourself at this point. >.>

But yes this is all very VERY cringe and self-indulgent, and I don't think that I ever want to see this ever again! But whatever! This is for me and me alone! If other people like it, that's just a bonus!

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xserpentlife · 4 years ago

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Give it Up

Requested: I've got a request if you don't mind! A serpent reader has been kidnapped by the Ghoulies to be interrogated for info. No amount of torture seems to work, so Malachai strolls in to fix the problem. When Malachai enters, the reader whimpers not out of fear but because Malachai is *attractive* and Malachai is quick to realize this after a moment of conversation. Malachai uses this attraction against the reader to get info out of him and to gain a new ghoulie. Hope this isn't too hard of a Request! Please make it smutty if you can! I love you stories bye!!! (2/2)

A/N Y’all this was a trippppp lemme tell ya. First of all this is my first male x male smut and in general I do not think my smut is great so I hope I did a male x male smut justice. I had @wayward-river beta so thank you so my girl. I hope y’all like this I tried to give this the angst you all craved with the smut the requester wanted, and I just really hope that I did it justice and I love Malachai so.

Warnings: Smut, torture

Word Count: 1970

You were walking along the side of the dirt road, the rocks clicking beneath the black leather boots on your feet a sound you grew used to in the years you walked the path from the north to the south side. Soon you heard tires squeal next to you, arms grabbing at your sides as you were thrown into the side of a van, a bag thrown over your head. You heard sounds all around you but couldn’t see a thing. Soon you felt hands on your shoulder, your heart began racing.

“So what are we gonna do with the Serpent boy...”

“I say we feed him to the lions Dizzy”

“I say we have some fun with him first!”

“Look I don’t want any trouble, just let me go” You may have been a Serpent, but a troublemaker you were not, much like many of the others, you kept to yourself, with your mind racing you began not paying attention, that was until you felt a sharp slap to the side of your cheek as blood began to pour down your face.

“Listen serpent bitch, you’ll do as we say understand”

“I don’t understand the problem! I was on our territory!”

“Oh what did no one tell the little Serpent newcomer, neutral territory or not we need info and when we need info we do not care about territory!”

“Oh really, because when the Serpents find out they will not take this lightly!” the cover got yanked off your head quickly your face grabbed between the fingers of the woman standing in front of you her eyes lining with yours

“You are going to give us information and if you don't do well… let’s just say matters will get worse for you, now tell us. The serpents are planning a move with a product, we know you are the new recruit as they are bringing you along for the first ride, so what is the route?

“You’re funny I guess you think I’m gonna tell you ghoulie slut” a boot to your crotch came down, knocking the air out of you as another fist came and connected to your jaw spit and blood flying to the side.

“Tell us the route!”

“No and I’m not going to”

“Dizzy bring it…” you watched the ghoulie bring the bat, strolling over ever so slowly but quickly without a second thought the bat was brought down onto your shoulder blade, a loud cry coming out of you. No matter the pain though, you had to protect your family.

“I… won’t” the pain of your arm slowly made you start to lose consciousness, you began to go in and out.

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“I see you two are having trouble here huh? Let me take a go why don’t you” You opened your eyes to hear talking outside of the door. They soon swung open revealing a curly haired man you had never seen, but you knew who it was without a second thought. The makeup around his eyes and the barbed wire wrapped bat a dead giveaway. The ghoulie leader you were warned about so many times. Malachai. He didn't seem so scary after all. A small whimper left your mouth without a second thought.

“I…”

“Hi Serpent”

“It’s Y/N”

“Oh I know, the names Malachai” he came over shaking your hand, you went to lift your hand whimpering as it was your now bad shoulder the sadness only seen for a second in Malachai’s eyes had you softening even more. “I need to talk to you”

“I know”

“Why are you being so calm with him, what the hell!”

“Dizzy drop it!”

“Yes sir!” You looked up at him, him being called sir peaking your interest.

Malachai smirked the same thoughts running through his mind, as they were yours. “You two… out. NOW!”

“You know you don’t have to be scared of me right…?” You looked puzzled as he pulled a chair up,placing it down lighting he took a seat directly in front of you, your eyes locking with his. You both started losing concentration for a few moments. His cough knocking you out of your trance. A hand, his hand being placed on your thigh lightly. Malachai watched intently. The way your eyes squeezed shut for a moment the way your pants tightened and your leg twitches, he knew what he was doing. Malachai leaned over your body straddling your legs as he leaned behind you cutting the zip ties that held your hands. The release of pressure caused your shoulder to drop and you to help in pain. He walked over to a crate on the side of what you now realize was an office and came back with a makeshift sling.

“It’s not much, the girls can be a little much, but I'm here to take care of you now” His hand raised as he pushed the hair from your eyes. Where on a normal basis you knew you'd push him away some trance like state made you crave him. You wanted him. “Follow me” He grabbed your good hand, leading you out of the room.

“Boss what are you doing!”

“Dizzy are you questioning me!” He let go of your hand, bringing it up to Dizzy's neck shoulder and slamming her into the wall. “Do not question me, understand”. It was scary to you, but partially hot in a way that you could not quite makeout. Your pants were getting uncomfortably tight, your breath halting. Malachai led you through what you believed to be the house of the dead. Through turns and corners you’d never be able to remember being started at and growled at even pushed to some point to where Malachai protected you and yelled at a member of his gang. The protectiveness seemingly making you swoon. He led you to two black double doors pushing them open to reveal a large purple bed situated in the center of the room. Him stepping in leading you in behind him and closing the doors quickly.

“I want you”

“Huh” “I want you Y/N, I’ve had my eye on you”

“ want you but I need that information”

“Malachai I can’t”

“Plase Y/N you can join me… join us, we are not bad people, yeah sure we may do some bad things but it is to get by, i am trying to make the ghoulies better”

“Mal you sell drugs!”

“The Serpent's do runs what is the difference”

“The do runs cause Penny makes them”

“How do you think we got roped in…”

“Mal i never…”

“What just always thought we were big and mad, listen y/n I need to intercept that deal, those drugs can put us on the mark I want to take them out Penny won’t know that we have them, and I want to destroy them, I’m working with Sheriff Jones but I need to get them out of the Serpents hands and he can’t do that or else Penny will know and go after the Serpents, this is all to take Penny and Hiram down. Work with us Y/N, Join the Ghoulies…. Join me”

“Mal I…”

“Think about it” You didn’t care you wanted Mal, ever since the first trade at the Whyte Wyrm something about him had you entranced and you knew that. Your lips landed on his in seconds he led you back to the bed carefully laying you back so as not to hurt your arm. The contrast of the way Malachai kisses to the way he acts is like a breath of air.

“You know Y/n I’m not so sweet all the time”

“Yeah?”

His hand came up grabbing your neck applying a gently pressure that made your asshole clench Malachai lifted your shirt up his lips attaching themselves to your nipples as his thumb found your lip, his face then moving up to your lips once more your hand tanging itself in his curly locks. He begins trailing his way down unbuckling your pants and pulling them off of your legs. You feel his lips on your thigh. You moan out

“Mal…” moving your hips, your cock moving to the side.

“What do you want, baby boy?”

“You know what I want…” Malachai laughed, moving further down, teasing the shaft of your cock as you started twitching. The light touches of his fingers grazing over your leg. His kisses moving so close to your cock that your thighs came together squeezing his head slightly as a chuckle erupted from his mouth.

“Eager much”

“Mal… it’s not funny” you pouted at him as he made a sad face back.

“Fine” without warning his lips opened and came down wide on your shaft. Taking you in his mouth he began making shallow bob's your fingers began tangling in his hair and your back arching with every movement he made. His hands make their way around your body as he slides you to your side slightly playing with your ass ever so gently as a finger starters to tease your asshole. You began biting your lip to be quiet. It became harder with every moment that passed. It was fine, until you felt his finger push its way deep inside of you, and a scream erupted.

“Fuckkk…”

“You like it baby”

“Mhm”

“Want you to be loud for me Y/N, want everyone to know that you're mine” with his mouth on your cock and his finger penetrating you in and out you were getting close to your orgasm.

“Mal…”

“What baby”

“Want you… inside me, gonna cum” Mal got up kissing you on the lips before quickly walking to the side table next to his bed. You sat up on your knees taking it from him and tearing it up with your teeth before taking his cock into your hand and pumping it slowly. You carefully worked the condom onto his already hard cock. You always got Mal excited. He laid you down on the bed ass in the air as he squirted lube on his cock.

‘You ready baby” you shook your head yes, he leaned over kissing your lips as his cock entered into your ass hole. You screamed out in pleasure moaning and grunting with every thrust of his cock in your asshole. You felt your orgasm approaching instantly.

“Mal i’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me baby boy, I'm right here” Mal started thrusting harder, kissing you as deep as he could as you moaned into his mouth cumming simultaneously. He pulled out disposing of the condom into the bin next to the bed, then came and cleaned it out as he turned you over. He grabbed you a glass of water off the nightstand handing it to you before taking it back and covering you with the bedsheets and slipping in next to you as you cuddled into his side.

“Their going to Sweetwater Mal, that's where you can intercept”

“He looked at you puzzled surprised that you told him, one thing you were was loyal, he never expected to learn the location fo the shipment, at least not just with sex. That wasn’t even his goal in all this.

“You know I didn’t just fuck you for the interception point right”

“I know Mal, that’s why I told you, but I also can’t leave my family, at least not yet. I want to be a Ghoulie, but if you're saying all this shit with Penny and Fp is going down you're gonna need a serpent-ghoulie. I know that is fucked but…”

“No babe that’s hot, that’s if you'd want to ya know… do this again…”

“ yes Mal, I’d definitely wanna do this again, you know minus the shoulder thing”

“I’m sorry baby”

“I know, now i just wanna sleep”

“Okay, c’mere”

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The Serpent’s Secret Lover

Alright y’all! Here it is!!! This is the first smut I’ve posted on this page so let me know what you think!

Summary: The Northside Princess and the Serpent prince have a small secret: they’ve been dating for months. When the prince’s insecurities get the best of him, can his princess ease his worries?

Warnings: SMUT, lightly mentioned daddy kink (LIGHTLY like barley there), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, pet names, LOTS OF FLUFF and soft Sweets!!

“Do you know what time you’ll be back, hun?” You hear your mom’s voice as you descended down the stairs. “I want to know if I’m setting your place for dinner or not.”

“Uh… I’m not sure. I might sleep over Betty’s tonight after we get back from the movie but I’ll keep you updated,” the lie comes easily to you as you have told it so many times before. It was always Betty or Veronica’s house because you knew your mom wouldn’t call to check up on you while you were there. She trusted you so much that you almost felt bad for lying to her so much but you knew that if she knew where you were actually going, you would never be allowed to visit, let alone spend the night.

“Sounds good! Want a ride to the theatre? Or are you meeting at Pop’s?”

“Pop’s probably. But don’t worry about it, I can walk! I’ll text you when I know my plans,” with some quick goodbyes you were out the door and headed in the direction for Pop’s. Passing your neighbors houses, waving to them and asking how they were doing as they watered their plants at sundown or walked their dogs around the neighborhood. A few streets down you could guess that Betty and Archie were in their homes probably doing homework or working on the next town mystery and you’re sure that if you asked they would be down to go see a movie or grab a shake at Pop’s and if they did then you wouldn’t have to lie and you could cancel your original plans. Your phone dings and lights up with a text message as your guilty conscious threatens to take hold.

From: Daddy Sweets 😘🍆 💦

Omw baby

See you in 10

You roll your eyes at the newest name change that Sweet Pea gave to himself in your phone. Every time that you spend the night, you wake up the next morning and there’s a new contact name and a new contact picture that gets more explicit every week. You type a quick reply and hope that he is already on his motorcycle and not able to read it because you couldn’t handle the embarrassment that would come with it.

To: Daddy Sweets 😘🍆 💦

Okay, daddy 😘 Can’t wait!!

Much to your chagrin, he answers almost immediately that you know he’s shocked and probably a little worked up.

From: Daddy Sweets 😘🍆 💦

oh baby I’m gonna rock your fucking world

You quickly put your phone in the pocket of your cardigan and duck your head to hide the blush on your cheeks and neck from the rest of your neighbors on your street but your mind is already swimming with the possibilities of what your boyfriend might do to you when he gets you home and with those thoughts you put your headphones in and pick up your pace towards Pop’s.

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When you see the neon sign of Pop’s approaching you slow your pace until you’re stopped just around the corner. You can’t risk going in because any number of your friends or neighbors or general acquaintances could be in there and if they saw you then they might see who you leave with and who knows who they might tell and who those people would then tell and it was all too big of a risk. The once a week that you slept over Sweet’s house, you met at the corner by Pop’s where he’d pick you up on his motorcycle and drive away as quickly as possible to Sunnyside Trailer Park.

You could hear the faint rumble of a motorcycle over your headphones and you quickly pulled them out of your ears and into your pocket with your phone. What you failed to notice was the car pulling up on the other side of the street that contained your friends.

Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Jughead all drove up together in Betty’s mom’s car and noticed you at the same time. Right as they were about to roll the windows down and ask if you wanted to join them at Pop’s they saw a motorcycle pull up next to you and you walk closer to it. When the driver took off their helmet to hand it to you there were audible gasps from the friends in the car.

“Is Sweet Pea kidnapping Y/N?” Betty was the first one to speak up and although she was partially joking, she had no idea what to make of the scene unfolding in front of them.

As you grasped the helmet from Sweets, he leaned down ever so smoothly and you knew what he was asking for. Very quickly you rose up your toes to give him a chaste kiss on the lips before putting his helmet on and hopping on the back of the bike before securely wrapping your arms around his waist. And with that, he drove off.

The four friends gaped as they watched the two of you speed off down the street in the direction of the Southside. Veronica was the first one to say anything.

“Are they… a thing? Like did they just kiss or am I hallucinating?” Her tone was riddled with confusion and the faces of the other three had the same feeling etched across them.

“No way! The two of them are polar opposites. I didn’t think they could be within the same room with each other without the forces of good and evil using the space between them as a battlefield for their unholy war. Besides, I see Sweet Pea on a daily basis. He’s never said anything about anyone. Why would they hide it?” Jughead’s tone sounded sure but his facial expressions said otherwise. He hoped that he knew his own men well enough that he’d be able to tell when one of them was shacking up with someone so far out of their realm of possibility but maybe he was wrong.

“Probably for this exact reason! You’re right, Jug, they are two complete opposite ends of the spectrum and we have no idea what the true nature of their relationship is but here we are, judging them,” Veronica was surprised to find herself to be the one speaking words of calmness into the air but she was sure that there was something about the whole situation that these four didn’t know. “Maybe they’re friends? Or she’s his tutor for a class they share?” She knew these answers were wrong but she didn’t want to degrade her friend by automatically assuming she was the booty call of some Serpent but she also wasn’t sure she was ready to admit that they might be something more...romantic.

“Tutors don’t kiss. Friends don’t kiss,” Archie finally offered his two cents.

“Well, there’s nothing we can do to figure it out right now,” Betty offered. “Why don’t we continue with our regularly scheduled programming of getting some dinner and try not to think about what our friend might be doing right now.”

With some nods from the rest of the group, the four got out of their car and walked into Pop’s trying to shake away their confusion. But they all knew that they needed to know the truth about what was really going on with the Northside Princess and the Serpent Prince.

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Sweet Pea cut the engine to the bike as it stopped in front of his home and put his foot out to keep balance. Once he was safely off the bike he held out his hand and elbow for you to grab and you clambered off the motorcycle as gracefully as you could. You were pretty sure that no matter how many times you had gotten on and off this bke that you would never be fully comfortable.

“You’re going to have to get used to it eventually, you know. I don’t plan on getting a car anytime soon,” the smirk on Sweet Pea’s face was enough to make you roll your eyes and hit him playfully on the chest.

“Of course I had to pick the biker. I couldn’t go for someone with four wheels and a heater! I really should reevaluate my priorities.”

“Oh, yeah? And what are you prioritizing by being with me, huh?”

“Oh.. ya know,” you had started this interaction with the utmost confidence but as you glanced over your boyfriend's god-like physique and chiseled face you could not, for the life of you, remember what you were trying to say.

“I don’t actually, princess. Enlighten me. Is it your undeniable love for me? Maybe it's the chance to try something new and exciting? Or maybe,” he leaned down close to whisper into your ear, “it’s because you know I can fuck you until I have you cumming around my cock over and over and no other person could, huh? Is that it, princess?” His voice was hoarse as he pressed his body against yours and you felt the warmth of him through your clothes. Your head was reeling and you felt drunk off lust that it almost made you forget you were standing outside in front of the trailer where anyone could see you. You almost didn’t notice that he subtly asked if you were in love with him. Almost.

“Sweets, we’re outside. People. Could get caught,” you were basically panting and he was drinking up every single second of it, knowing how much of an effect he had on your body.

“Does that bother you, doll? Do you not want people to see how wet I can make you with just my words? Afraid one of your Northside friends are going to find their way over to the wrong side of the tracks and see their princess trapped in the hands of some horny Serpent?” His words were riddled with undertones of cockiness and sex and he was looking at you like you were the only thing that existed in this world.

Before you could muster up the strength or willpower to do anything, Sweets had picked up your hand from your side and used it to pull you towards the door of his trailer and inside of it.

“Eventually, you’re going to let me tell your friends about us and then I can do what I want with you, where I want and whenever I want. My shy, shy girl, so scared of how the big, bad biker makes you feel.”

Something was different about this interaction. Out of all the times he had made you feel this level of desire or brought you to this trailer, he was sounding slightly… defensive? You had tried to ignore it when he was talking to you outside but know, even though he was hiding it through his heightened levels of lust for you, you could hear it ever-present in his words. Insecurity.

The second the word entered your mind, it was gone as Sweet Pea had started placing sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone making you let out a moan and fling your hands to tangle into his hair. As your hands moved down from his hair to the collar of his leather jacket to his chest, you could feel his heart thumping forcefully as his breathing was more shallow and rushed. He had one of his hands on your stomach pushed up under your shirt and one pressed against the back of your neck, holding you to him.

“Take off your clothes,” this was not a question. It was a demand. Sweet Pea was never one to take things slow, normally. But with you he was the most patient and tender-hearted. He knew how much it meant to you to make your time together mean something so he always made it as romantic as he knew how to. Lewd words and rough sex was a part of that but this commanding tone was new and different. And you liked it. The part of your brain not clouded by your want for him wondered if this demanding demeanor had anything to do with the potential insecurities you had begun to uncover earlier but you didn’t have too much time to think about it before he started speaking again.

“Take. Off. Your. Clothes. Don’t make me repeat myself, little one.”

Your hands fumbled with the bottom of your shirt as you took it off after disrobing of your cardigan in a rush. When you look back towards Sweet Pea, his jacket was already off and he was ripping his flannel vest off his body and beginning to fumble with his belt. He looked at you with a hungry expressions, taking in the sight of you in your bra and jeans and he was positive he could lose it right then and there. He took another step closer to you and dropped to his knees. A shocked gasp left your mouth from seeing him in such a vulnerable position and you could feel your nerves setting aflame. The way he looked up at you as he palmed your thighs with his hands made you feel so vulnerable and so empowered all at once. Out there, he was the big, bad biker but here… here he was yours. He would do anything you asked of him. You both knew it and neither of you cared.

Sweet Pea’s hands tugged at the top of your jeans, pulling them to your ankles. Before you could kick them off he had his head in between your thighs, placing light kisses to your inner thighs, pelvic bone, and outer lips. Your hands went back to his hair where they tugged and lightly scratched at his scalp in need. He looked up at you through his lashes as he continued peppering you with kisses almost as if to say “Keep trying to rush me, watch what happens.”

You were attempting to keep your cool and not try to rush him through his process but when you looked down and saw him reach a hand down to press against the growing bulge in his boxers, you snapped. Pushing his head away from your thighs and kicking off your jeans completely, you knelt on the ground in front of him. Immediately, you moved your hand down to his boxers and began to rub his erection through them. Sweet Pea let out a whine of needy pleasure at the feeling and you kept doing it in hopes that he would keep making those noises. His head went limp as he laid it on your shoulder to let you keep touching him. He had never wanted anything more than to feel your hands on him like this. For a minute he allowed himself to forget that he was supposed to be in control of this situation. He let his hips rut against your hand and he didn’t try to stop the moans and desperate whines that came from deep within his being. It wasn’t until he felt a familiar pressure building up in his lower abdomen that he thought he definitely needed to stop you right now. He was going to make you his tonight, in a way he never had before. And he could not do that if you had him coming in his boxers five minutes in.

“Stop. Now,” he tried so hard to make it sound commanding but it was a plea. A whiny, unassertive beg. The need in his voice went straight to your core and made your hands shake but you didn’t stop. “Please…” it was barely a breath and you knew that he must be teetering on the edge of his orgasm if he was this desperate. Just when Sweets thought he couldn’t possibly contain himself any longer he grabbed your wrist and yanked it up towards him.

“I said stop! Are you disobeying me?” Now it is your turn to be the whiny one. You let out a small squeak at his outburst and looked anywhere but his eyes. The throbbing vein in his neck. The contracting of his abdominal muscles as he still fought to hold off his orgasm even though you were no longer touching him. You were 100% sure that if you touched him even slightly right now or even said something a little dirty, he would lose it. But he was already back in control and you couldn’t risk him punishing you for making him cum so soon.

“Answer me, little one. Were you disobeying me and trying to make me cum?”

“...Yes,” your voice had never been so soft. “I’m sorry.”

“You will be.”

And with that he placed one hand behind your knees and pulled them out from under you and put the other hand in the middle of your back as he used his body to lay you flat on the floor. A gentle but still controlling movement. He stood up to pull his boxers off and you watched in awe as this gorgeous man stood towering above you, fully nude. God, he was beautiful in the truest sense of the world. He noticed your staring and allowed himself a moment to feel bashful under your intense stare. He wasn’t dumb. He knew that he was attractive. He knew that there were dozens of girls who talk about his looks in the hallways at school but none of that mattered. Knowing that you thought he was worth your time, made him feel like a king. Like a god.

Sweet Pea kneeled back down besides you and took in the sight of you before him. Your back was slightly arched as you awaited his touch. Your feet were tapping against the air in anticipation, too. He loved knowing that it was him who did this to you. Him, the serpent prince from the wrong side of town getting to take part in the deflowering of the Northside princess over and over again. What an honor, he thought to himself.

To keep you from waiting any longer, Sweet Pea placed his hands on your covered breasts and trailed them down your stomach until he was laid out on top of you, face hovering above your clothed core as you lifted your head to look at him. This time, he didn’t tease you with kisses over your underwear. Instead, he yanked them off and lowered his head against you. Before you could think to gasp, his fingers were spreading your lips apart as his tongue found its way to your clit. Your hands were clenching and unclenching at your sides and he took his free hand to place one of yours on the top of his head, hoping that you would get the message. As your second hand followed your first, Sweet’s ministrations continued. He was lapping at your clit in small circles and then alternating to sucking it lightly, then harshly. When your hands started to clench tighter onto his hair, he took his free hand and slid his middle finger up and down your slit a few times before partially inserting it into you. He started slow, as always, and pumped half his finger in and out of you for a while until you were comfortable enough for him to fully insert it, the whole time making sure to lick your clit the way he knew you liked it.

“How you feeling, baby, huh? You like that?” He knew you did. But hearing you say it made him feel validated and worthy. He would do whatever you needed him to do if it meant you’d let him make you feel good.

“Uh-huh… so goooood,” complete sentences were not your friend and your voice spiked higher on the last word as new levels of pleasure flooded you.

“What do you think baby? Should I make you cum like this?” You wanted to say yes, obviously. The things this boy could do with his tongue… wow. But you wanted him. More of him.

“No- ahh- no… I want you, Sweets...inside me,” it was the best you could do with the given circumstances but it was good enough to make Sweet Pea growl against you. He loved hearing anything sexual come out of your mouth, especially when it sounded so wrecked and needy.

“Yeah? Think you deserve that after what you pulled earlier? Think you deserve my cock after trying to make me cum in my boxers earlier?”

“Yess, please!! Please, please, please,” you begged.

Sweet Pea couldn’t tease you, or himself, any longer. Hearing the way you begged for him and feeling how hard he already was pressing against your legs, he needed to feel you wrapped around him just as much as you needed him inside of you. He crawled his way up your body and placed one hand on the floor beside your head to steady himself and used the other one to line himself up with your entrance. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down your slit making you wriggle your body against him and once he was satisfied with how worked up you both were, he pushed himself inside of you halfway and stilled. He kept one hand to steady himself and brought the other one up to your face to cradle it.

“How’s that, princess? You like the feeling of my cock filling you up? What is this, five times now? And you feel better and better every time,” he meant that. He knew you needed to hear something a little more calming as your body still tried to get used to the feeling of having something this big, or anything for that matter, inside of it. No matter how badly he wanted to thrust into you and pound you until you were both dizzy, he knew you needed time to adjust. He stilled for a few moments before drawing himself out and pushing back in half way. When he felt the clenching of your muscles ease, he slowly slid himself all the way in and let out a moan he’d been holding since he first pushed into you.

Although it didn’t hurt nearly as much as the first time, it still was slightly uncomfortable for the first few minutes and you appreciated how gentle and patient he actually was with you. You weren't stupid. You saw the strain in his face as he held himself back from wrecking you and you saw how his abs clenched as he fought the urge to release all of his pent up lust and aggression but he never let it take over him. He kept control and you loved that.

When he finally picked up the pace a little bit, he dropped himself down onto his elbows and lowered his head onto your shoulders as he had done earlier. He let out muffled grunts and moans as he pushed himself in and out of you and you wrapped your arms around him to pull him closer to you. Your moans were flowing freely out of your mouth and right into his ear which he used as encouragement. He’d love to have those play in his mind all day, everyday. He began to move faster against you and you could see his muscles begin to strain as he started getting closer to his release. He grabbed one of your arms from around him and pushed your hand down to where your bodied connected.

“Touch yourself. Rub your clit for me, baby,” it was gruff and scratchy as it came out of his mouth and you were shocked. That was new. He had never asked you to do anything like that before and you hadn’t thought you’d ever consider something like that. “Please, baby. I’m so close and I need to feel you cum around me. I need it.”

Slowly, you dragged your hand from your hip down to your center and dragged it across your folds. Sweet Peas eyes were glued downwards towards your connected bodies as he watched your shaky hand finds its way to your clit. When you made contact, he felt you walls flutter around him and he lowered his head slightly and let out a throaty whine, as did you.

“That’s it baby, just like that… oh god, yeah. I can feel you tightening around me. You getting close, princess? Huh?” He was panting now, rutting against you as fast as he could manage, taking pleasure in knowing how exciting this all was for you. He knew the second you started contracting around him that he was gone but he held it off as long as he could to get you there.

“Sweets, ah! I think I’m close,” your voice was higher-pitched now as you neared your orgasm.

“You know what it feels like, baby. I’ve given you enough of them. You think or you know?” How he was managing to form complete thoughts and sentences was beyond him. Some rational part of his brain was functioning just enough to make sure you were okay while the primal part of his brain worked to get you both off.

“I know..oh my.. Sweet’s I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna- ahh!”

“Yes, baby, just like that. Oh god, I can feel you about to. Cum for me, princess, you’re doing so good.”

He felt it before you did. He felt your walls tighten up and heard your breath hitch. He watched your hand ball into a fist and all of your muscles contract. Then he heard the moan. That telltale moan of a job well-done. When you clamped down around him, his resolve was gone and he felt himself break. He lowered his head and moaned against you as he thrusted into you sloppily and slower, he felt himself pulsing inside of you, as you continued contracting against him.

“I love you,” he moaned.

It was literally explosive. The level of pleasure that came with the experiences he gave you were almost indescribable. You could live in that moment over and over. He knew exactly when to slow down, what to say, how to kiss to make you writhe beneath him. You heard him moaning into your neck and thought that there was no sound more beautiful than the sound of Sweet Pea moaning. Until you heard the words. They were rushed out and surrounded in the pants and groans of ecstasy but you heard them. You heard the hitch in his throat when he realized what he had done and you heard the pants of his breath as he continued to pulse inside of you.

It took a few minutes for the two of you to catch your breath and recollect your brains into those of functional human beings again. When you finally did, Sweet Pea used whatever strength he had left to push himself off of you and rolled over to lay down on the floor next to you. He reached up to the end table next to the couch where he kept a box of tissues and flung them down to the ground. As he took some out to clean you up, you looked over at him and opened your mouth to say something.

“Before you say anything, yes I meant it. Did I want to say it for the first time while rawing you on the floor of my trailer? No. But it happened and I meant it. You don’t need to say it back, and I won’t hold it against you if you don’t but I need you to know,” he maintained eye contact the whole time showing that there was no embarrassment in his words. He was proud to love you.

“How long have you known?” That was all you could manage to get out.

“A while. I didn’t know what the feeling was, just that I felt it. I think about you all the time. Every day when we’re separated I think about how much longer until I can see you again. I hear people talk about you in school and I think about how lucky I am that I’m the one you chose to be with. The first time you let me make love to you, I saw this look in your eye and I swear that I could’ve fucking cried. You trusted me not to hurt you and to take care of you during your first time and I had never been trusted like that before. Never been cared for like that before.”

“And all that earlier? About getting me to let you tell my friends about us? And about trying new and exciting things?”

“You know me, princess. I don’t do feelings. I don't do love or patience or beauty. Or I didn’t. Every morning I wake up afraid that you being with me is a phase and that you’re going to realize how much better you are than this. Than me. I guess I’m… insecure? I don’t know. All I know is that when I hear those guys ask you out or talk about you in the locker room, I get angry. Like red hot angry because I think that they make way more sense for you. They come from the right side of town, have the right last names, make the right amount of money. And I don’t and I never will,” it was dark in the room but you were sure that if you rolled over to look at his face, you would see tears streaming down it. You heard some shuffling around from next you and when you finally turned your face to look at him he was sitting up next to you.

You sat up with him and put your arms around him in a hug. You stayed like that for a few minutes just listening to the sound of his heartbeat. When you finally pulled back you saw him looking down at you.

“Please say something,” he asked.

“Sweets, I don’t ever want you to feel like that. Those guys are not any better than you because of their last names, or their money, or what side of town their house is on. You are the man I chose. At the end of the day, that is the best decision I have ever made. You make me happier than I ever thought possible. Everyone calls me the princess but you are the only person who has ever made me feel like one. I love you, Sweet Pea. So much,” it was as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders when the words flowed out of your mouth. If he thought your moans were the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, he was mistaken. He wanted the sound of you saying you loved him as his ringtone, alarm clock, favorite song, and more.

“You do?”

“Yes, of course I do.”

He grabbed your face with his hands and brought your lips to his. The way he touched you made you feel like an expensive antique that he was too afraid to break. So gentle and filled with admiration.

“If it's okay with you, can we just wait a little while longer to tell everyone? I know you want to but I’m just not ready for all the questions yet. I mean it's been a few months but I just need some more time,” you asked. It wasn’t that you wouldn't love to put an official “claim” on Sweets or that you weren't proud to be his but you knew what would happen once people found out. There would be stares and silent judgments and questions you couldn’t answer or answers you weren’t ready to divulge yet.

“Yes, baby. We can wait as long as you need. But I can’t promise that I won’t ‘bump into you’ more often now,” the two of you chuckled as he air quoted the phrase. “You just told me you love me, the damn on holding back affection is slowly breaking down.”

“Deal. Just try not to make it too obvious. The last thing either of us need is our meddling friends, especially your King and Veronica, poking around and asking questions. Trust me, you do not want to wrath of Veronica Lodge hovering over you just yet,” Sweets made a mock scared face as you said the words and pulled you closer to him. “I guess I should tell my mom that I’m spending the night at Betty’s.”

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. I got a lot more to do to you tonight. I mean with you…”

“Did you mean that though?” You asked.

“No, no I didn’t,” the smirk made its way back to his face as he pulled you onto his lap and into another searing kiss.

#sweet pea #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea smut #sweet pea x reader #riverdale #riverdale imagine #riverdale imagines #riverdale smut #archie andrews #betty cooper #veronica lodge #jughead jones

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izartn · 4 years ago

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MDZS JGY fic promt

I’m thinking about Meng Yao/Jin Guangyao and I think I would love to read a fic of him snapping in the opposite direction of his desperate grab for power and respect from his shit father. We know, thanks to JGS gruesome murder that at some point, after already being a shitty human doing murdery things, JGY snapped hard and said: “if i’m gonna do the shitty things of running this sect i’ll do them for myself and fuck you to death”. Quite literally.

So I’d like to imagine a world where he, like, not necessary becomes a much better person; I dunno about the JZX and WWX kill plot, or about NMJ. I think he’s very set in his auto-preservating self-beneficing ways, and if you don’t really work well with that part of his chara then he’s not JGY anymore.

But instead of being, I’ll become the highest in the cultivation world, so i will be finally respected and listened to (uhm, didnt’ work especially well did it? they never let him forget his mother profession when it was his father who was the absolute worst) he decides that while cultivation is still something to aspire to -can’t forget about his mother dying dream, also longer life and health benefits + being a hero, doing the decent thing- he realises the cultivation sect system as it is horrible.

He was in the middle of the war, he saw it from both sides. He then went to low to high but still a servant. And it’s always blood what counts. He sees what happens to his other bastard brothers, to WWX when he decides enough is enough, and how he himself is still treated by his Sect despite his intelligence and abilities. And instead of trying to take refuge in the system, he is a bit more self-aware or inquiring; maybe he is more idealistic in some ways? But still oh so bitter, and decides to destroy the system from within.

You know what? Do it so he still rises to Leader of the Jin Sect (without prostitutes murdering and necrophilia; he is now more on the side of the common, so maybe he gets the help of Sisi or someone he knows to aid him poison his father and after he gets them a nice reward and packs them to a new life in Japan or something. Or he simply uses another subtle method without intermediaries or with unaware ones, he is certainly able of doing that when he isnt being an ironic murderer shit.) because it’ll serve him, and to be the leader responsible of making sure the so estimated Jin blood is disposesed will make him smug pleased. To slowly gain power and bit by bit erase the division between the noble clans and people who learn simply bcs of talent, scouting youngsters witht the excuse of replenishing the clans after the war and quiting the idiots nobles from their spoiled positions.

Hell you can even make LXC and NMJ (did he died before or after JGY becomes Sect Leader? Well if he is still alive, NHS doesn’t destroy him, but then WWX doesn’t come back. If he dies before, then the vengeance is still in play, but it’ll be even more fraughted bcs now JGY goals and methods are a lot more morally grey and watching WWX and LWJ confront that would be super interesting O-O), you can make them see those policies and be like, oh sure, that’s a good thing you’re doing A-yao. But also conflict with their positions in the nobility system, as time pases and JGY subtly passes more changes and brings to ruin those sect leaders more entrenched in the old ways and abusing of their people.

Programs for literacy, for the spread of knowledge and the civil use of cultivation techniques with the excuse of avoiding beforehand the formation of ghosts and resentment appealing to the lazy nature of the rich while eliminating bit by bit the necessity of their existence, like boiling a frog, the creation of the watchtowers still fits nicely and we know in canon he faced oppposition there so here it’s more important still, even more so Su She I think, will be elated with this turn of events and even more loyal lmao if JGY sells it well and JGY sells his ideas really well.

Maybe he helps XXC and SL bcs it’s in his interest they find success although he finds them naive; but JGY has a canon soft spot for people who treat him well regardless of his common born status, so. Maybe he intercedes with XY and convinces him to work with him taking out nobles reasonably (I bet XY will like that), and manages to avoid somehow XY elaborated revenge on SL and XXC? or executes him when he is too much of a wild card, but we know how that ended in canon... The best bet is making XY see on his own best interest to help in JGY vision but that’s well. almost crack fic lmao.

OH! Maybe he finds XY before the massacre of the Chang clan bcs he is searching for someone to help him above table and gets to him by offering a more subtle but still suitable appropriate revenge with the pro bonus of getting to do the same to others after and access to WWX manuscripts. You know this has a much higher chance of working, let’s go with this scenario. So he keeps XY out of his father reach, when he is searching for someone to gain control of the stygian seal and wen ning. Yeah, this will appeal immensely to JGY xD

You know, and JGY being beloved by the people, and having more than a facade of being just or fair, but proving it although it isn't in the interest of the nobles. And as he is politics savvy, although with more effort he could certainly make it so he avoids assassinations or walking in a minefield like wwx etc.

Depending on the NMJ situation... You could make it so NMJ doesn’t die and then they enter a stalemate of grudging respect bcs JGY wants more an ally in swaying people for his cause than his revenge, although he sure could make non lethal things to inconvenience NMJ lol. And NHS as sect leader wouldn’t have the same power to his decisions and reach, no matter if he is more manipulable; after all isn’t NHS a pampered noble in JGY eyes? Who could be sure if he even would follow JGY anyways...

And you could give it different endings depending on the development of JGY: a success where he gets to the point were factually the sects aren’t bloods based anymore, just a few like the lan (those traditionalists lol) resisting an unavoidable wave of change taht comes for everybody, and the money doesn’t flow in their pockets like a river to the ocean but instead it goes back to the people.

You could make it so it’s a partial success bcs JGY is still himself and does more than a few morally grey things that come to light with the NMJ murder reveal, but his changes linger and the common people plus others of the same ideal now trained and in process of being cultivators won’t let themselves be cowered by the awful nobility -another big conflict breeding, and maybe it won’t be successful but people have long memories and books and the new ideals of equality would spread regardless, so it would start again and again each time a bit better-. I think WWX POV in this case would be delicious omg, LXC conflict even more pointed. This would be, I think the more realistic and interesting to write take on the idea. Iand you now, I’m in favor of a novel setting and characterization, but to make it more painful, use the 16 gap of the show and nothing else (i haven’t see the show beyond the first episodes bcs i couldn’t take it lol) so JGY has more time to make changes.

You could make a downer ending (this I wouldn’t like lmao, but it’s there) so that shows the cruelty and inability of making changes to something so integrated and supported by itself, that JGY loses much to his revenge he takes more and more radical actions that come back to bit his ass with NMJ and JGS murder revelation. I think XY in here would be appropriate, in an antagonist role as in MDZS. But it still has an impact; JGY’s life, despite his faults was still more inspirational, made better impact than his canon self. Make it poetically tragic and a comment on the futility of trying to change society by oneself, but find beauty in the attempt itself which has created community, which will in the future do the true work of overthrowing the yokes of the high ups, educating and helping each other in their messy human lives.

All this ending, and JL conflict, who at this point has learnt much at his uncle JGY side, who has decided to (dunno about marrying QS and A-Song’s death. depending on your take and ending it’ll have different impact) go on with his labor bc he sees the good on it and swears to not be like the worst of JGY. A legacy he can reconcile with himself thanks too, to the experience of meeting WWX. JL is in a more fraught position with JC in this verse, I think, bc for one, he is more mature/not so spoiled and that would make JC glad, but his ideas are at the same time understable and anatema to JC who puts so much of his life on honoring the clan on making sure the Jiang carry on and his name isn’t forgotten but who recruited from nothing during the war. Who sees the danger in alienating the powers of the cultivation sects bc he saw what it did to WWX and he believes in protecting his own and to hell with the rest.

So very interesting!!!

You could spin so many takes from this, it’d be so fascinating and satisfying. I’d love to see the chara of JGY developed in this direction, bcs he has so much potential to waste it in so petty goals. His ambition is certainly big enough to believe he will damn well do a silent revolution well.

Just, using the classics to argue for equality and education and a good life even if you’re a peasant, using the cultivation basis and its suppose use to better oneself and the world in making a point of avoiding wars and violent retribution (to the public, he’s still a bit of an hypocrit bcs it serves him well to have a stick with which to beat his enemies lmao) and instead use diplomacy and a sort of rehabilitation or service thing. Because those ideas are there, in the different clasics and schools of thought (not confucianism, not as much) it’s just that the nobles and high scholars were never interested and used them to argue for a sort of natural hierarchy were they’re in top.

Let JGY create a new school of thought, and LXC and others seeing the merit on it. JGY has the reach and the intelligence and the ability.

The best revenge is living well and destroying the system which allowed the other to harm you, the ideas, the means. Create a fantasy fulfillment ^^

#meng yao #jin guangyao #mdzs #cql #the untamed #i think tv folks will appreciate this #meta #writing prompt

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locke-writes · 5 years ago

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One Night

Author: locke-writes

Title: One Night

Prompt: She’s A Rebel - Green Day, Bucky Barnes (Musician!Reader x Music Journalist!Bucky AU) For: @thefanficfaerie ‘s 3500 follower celebration

Rating; T

Word Count: 3,137

Marvel Taglist: @lotsoffandomimagines @lgbtonystarks

Bucky smiled softly as he watched you in the recording studio. He always enjoyed these moments as they were quite rare. For the most part when you were at home he'd never get to listen to what you'd been working on as you tried to keep full songs a secret. Sometimes he might be asked his opinion on a riff just to help discern if one note sounded better than another for any song you might be working on but you were very much a private person when it came to your songwriting. He found a humor in the fact that this was quite the opposite of you on stage as you'd often tease audiences with bits and pieces of songs currently in the works.

Although he might not admit it out loud Bucky certainly felt that at times he took his position for granted. Not everyone in the world could say they started a company with a friend they'd known since childhood and not everyone could say that it was their job that led them to the love of their life. Bucky always felt he owed it all to fate although Steve had a different opinion on that being part of the reason you and Bucky had met. Bucky stopped his mind from wandering and turned back to the story at hand, jotting down more notes for use when he returned to his office.

Sitting back down in his office Bucky began typing up an outline. He smiled as it felt sort of humorous for him to be writing this particular article. It wasn't just a piece on the anniversary of the your band's debut album or a teaser for the fact that you were working on another to be released later in the year, for him it was partially about the anniversary of when you met, the anniversary of when his life completely changed.

As he was typing he let his mind drift to the first meeting and subsequent thereafter.

The magazine had only been running for six years. It was no Rolling Stone but their readership was growing by the minute what with the fact that they had decided to make it readily available digitally as well as in print an idea that wasn't necessarily revolutionary but did help for availability. Steve had the idea to start the whole thing which Bucky was apprehensive about at first albeit now grateful for Steve pushing him into agreeing. From their apartment originally to now renting out a few floors in Stark Towers they'd risen fast.

Most of what he did on the daily basis was executive work. He didn't hate it but he preferred writing, Steve was more the artist having everything under control when it came to scheduling photoshoots and figuring out who was on the cover every week. Bucky wanted to be the writer, that's really all that he wanted since the start but you own your own company you've got to be the executive. This made the rare moments that either he or Steve got to work on something for themselves and not be stuck in meetings, all the more special. It meant moments where Steve came crashing into Bucky's office, all the more interesting.

"Tell me you don't have plans tonight and mean it." Steve shouted.

"I don't have plans tonight and I mean it" Bucky replied looking up from the outline of future issue topics.

"Good because I need you to take this story off my hands, something came up with one of the photographers and I need to take over which means I won't make this show."

"What's the story?"

"New band on the block, Battering Ram. An indie punk band that's doing a series of club shows in the city before they head on their first US tour. It's their debut album and I scheduled them for an interview. A real, who is the band sort of thing, nothing complex."

"Yeah I mean, have you cleared it with their manager or whoever you've talked to"

"Called him about an hour ago. I figured you'd say yes, told him I'd be giving you my ticket and press pass but that you'd need your name added to the list since it's a sort of, first come first serve show tonight."

Bucky nodded as Steve walked out, he glanced down at the ticket noting that doors opened at 7:30. He knew if anything he should be there at 5 for sound check but he knew it might be better to be there at the start of the show rather than before in an effort to get a real feel for who the band was.

Backstage at the club you were buzzing, excitement running through you. Everything seemed surreal and you couldn't seem to focus on the lyrics you'd been working on. The guitar techs were tuning everything up which meant you couldn't even play a little or work on anything new. You just felt lucky that you weren't the only one who seemed to be a bit nervous and filled with excited energy. Sam was going over the setlist spouting out lyrics as if he'd forget them on stage which you knew had never and probably would never happen. Thor was tossing drumsticks back and forth tapping out a beat on his knees while Nat was organizing and reorganizing all her bass picks.

The album had only been out for a few weeks but it had been gaining traction steadily, something you'd hoped for but never thought possible.

You'd all met through one another, Sam being friends with Thor because they met at some bar when it was open mic night. Nat had been your roommate who knew someone who knew someone who'd gone to college with Thor. None of you could have predicted that you'd hit it off nor that you'd all come together in such a way to form a bad that would actually have some modicum of success.

All of you were nervous in part because you wanted a great show but in part because you knew there was a music journalist coming. Well, not just any music journalist, the Bucky Barnes. You'd been reading the magazine he'd created since day one and now he was coming that night to see the show and interview you all. You just tried to keep your mind on the show all through soundcheck and then when it came time for the actual concert.

Part of Bucky's approach to covering new bands was to never read up on them or listen to anything before the show. He wanted a true first impression, he wanted the music and the stage presence to speak for itself not be built up in his mind because of something he'd already read or heard online. To say he was thrown by the number of people piling out the door was an understatement. The club wasn't large but it wasn't small either and he was sure that there were double the amount of people that the fire department would permit. He gave his name at the door and showed his press pass pushing his way up to the bar to get a better view of the stage.

Pulling out the small notebook that he'd placed in his pocket he began noting the stage. Minimalist was the right word for it. A banner with the band name and the instruments selected for the first song were already on stage. Bucky wondered if there would be more added, if maybe this was just set up for soundcheck earlier and hadn't been changed out. Twenty minutes later after getting caught up in conversation with a few fans who'd agreed to give quotes for the article Bucky was shocked to find that the stage hadn't been changed. This was just how it was going to be.

Sam ran out on stage first as always to introduce the rest of the band. You scanned the crowd looking at the size and you grinned. These were the places you'd first experienced the music that would change your life, you loved the fact that you'd get to share it with a crowd here. Maybe someone in the crowd could be influenced by what happened here on stage. You counted off in your head before strumming the opening chord.

Never in his life would Bucky admit too feeling foolish at the moment he'd first heard Battering Ram play. Never in his life would he admit this to you, but that's exactly what he felt in the first moment when the music washed over him. In that first moment, with that first song, he hated himself for not knowing about the band sooner. Punk was a finicky genre nowadays with a lot of bands trying to recapture early 70's punk but failing to find any originality. But here you all were with this sound that he couldn't quite describe. There were notes of Ramones, Black Flag and even X yet somehow you tossed that all on its head when you launched into a cover of Jolene which was unexpected by himself but apparently on the album as he heard whispers in the crowd of people not certain if that would be played.

He hated the fact that he actually had to judge the show at that moment. He hated it because he wanted to watch, he wanted to listen to opinion. And he wanted specifically to pay attention to you. There was something about you, he couldn't say what, but he was enthralled — entranced — by you. You didn't sing backing vocals like most guitarists, you just played. Sometimes you interacted with the other members of the band but mostly you just seemed to exist almost as a fixture of the crowd itself, either starting or ending the songs. You talked with the crowd, you played riffs of songs not performed and then you melted into the music.

Time was lost and before Bucky realized the encore had been finished you and the band retreated off stage. He slid through the crowd making his way past security to backstage where it was a whirlwind of movement, everyone checking off and packing instruments away. Coughing briefly he made himself known shaking hands. Water was handed out and he began a long line of questioning.

There were good and bad interviews in every reporters life. Sometimes there was little to work with, answers that didn't seem fully formed and no matter what prodding nothing could be produced to fill up the word or page limit that was set. This was a good interview, every member eager to answer questions. Bucky learned everything there was to know, from how everyone started in music to how you met, the horror stories of early gigs and when you realized that you had an audience. He asked about the album, about influences, about who wrote songs and why.

That night he learned you didn't sing because you sounded terrible but you wrote all the songs (a few with help), because lyrics seemed to constantly flow through your head. That night he learned that Sam sang because he'd been forced into choir as an elective in high school and figured out that he actually kinda liked it. He learned that Nat wanted to be a bassist not only because of the small amount of female bassists in the world but because she realized that all her favorite songs had great bass parts. Thor's nickname was the God of Thunder because he had tried and failed miserably to play soft beats on the drums but always gravitated towards the loud booming sound.

Bucky learned a lot that night, including the fact that he knew he wanted to ask you out. Physical attraction certainly didn't hinder what he felt but there was something there, something that he felt when you spoke that he didn't want to stop feeling. He'd ended up lingering backstage that night long after the interview was over, helping out break down the set, grabbing drinks with the band, and suddenly when the night couldn't have gone any better there you were, sliding a piece of paper with your number on it and telling him to text you sometime.

Sometime was later that night when he texted asking if there was any way you had time to grab dinner. You replied not even five minutes later saying that you didn't have a show the next night and was that too soon.

It wasn't too soon, in fact it wasn't soon enough.

Steve teased him the next day when they had a one on one meeting about the show. Bucky sped through the details and rushed straight into the fact that he had a date with you that night. Bucky knew that what Steve said about his inability to focus through the story was true and after Steve had left he began trying to work out just what he was going to say in the article He was pleased that the words seem to flow through him as he began writing but his mind kept wandering. Leaving work that night he practically ran home just to get ready and over to the restaurant to meet you for your date.

The first date.

The last first date either of you would ever have. Although Bucky didn't know it at the time.

Whatever he had felt the night before when talking to you alone, he felt it again when he saw you outside of the restaurant waiting for him. He almost asked you about it though he refrained in case it was something strange, something that you'd find odd. He'd learn later that no, you'd certainly felt it too.

That night you asked him about his arm, something Bucky found easy to speak with you about rather than the sense of fear he felt upon some explanations. You asked him about the magazine and was he terrified in starting it up. You asked him about the big things like where did he see himself in ten years and asked about the little things like his favorite color. He asked you about the band and did you ever think that you would be a musician for the rest of your life. He asked you about the guitars you played and why you continued to play the first guitar you ever owned. He asked you about your childhood and about everything he could think of.

If there wasn't reason to leave like the place closing you could have stayed talking to him forever. That night Bucky kissed you when he took you back to your apartment and if you could see the future through a kiss than you would have seen the rest of your life laid out before you.

Two nights later you had your second date as Bucky figured out when you didn't have shows. What shows you did have he managed to make it too, at one point bringing Steve along for you to meet. Steve didn't bother saying anything about what he saw that night to Bucky but he noted the way you looked at his friend and Steve knew, or at least he had a feeling he hoped was going to be right, that you and Bucky were it for each other.

In the two weeks that you were going to be in the city your time was split between the band and Bucky, not that anyone in the band cared. They saw that Bucky made you happy and they liked him, not just as someone who they approved of but as someone they didn't hate hanging out with. The last night before the tour you and Bucky decided to try and work through the long distance thing. Both of you were nervous but you knew that if you texted and called one another when you could as well as making use of the wonders of Skype dates then maybe everything would come together.

The story was published three weeks after the show where you'd met. Suddenly Battering Ram was climbing the charts and extending the tour from six months to seven. Bucky was disappointed it would be another month he'd have to wait to see you but he didn't care because he'd wait a lifetime for you. He told you this when you Skyped him to give him the news and all you could do was smile. Part of you felt like you were rushing into something with Bucky but another part of you felt like this was what you had wanted for your entire life whether you'd been aware of it our not.

He ended up meeting you at the airport when you landed after the last show of the tour. Dropping you off at your apartment he ended up staying the weekend. At the end of that weekend he ended up asking if you wanted to get an apartment together. You said yes.

Three days was the amount of time before you decided to live together and three months was the amount of time it took before Bucky decided to propose. He didn't have a ring, he didn't have a plan, in fact he didn't even know he was going to ask before he did. You were on the couch eating dinner and watching Netflix while he was in the kitchen grabbing a drink for you, you laughed at some joke and then the words were out there in the air. You were stunned and he was stunned but he repeated the words anyway, this time more sure of himself because he knew that this was exactly what he wanted.

That electric feeling that blew through him the first time you met, the feeling that coursed through his veins every time he kissed you. He didn't want to stop having that feeling. It felt surreal to him that you'd said yes to a first date, to a second, and to getting married. It felt surreal when the wedding was over and there was a ring on his finger, it felt surreal that you were his and he was yours for the rest of his life. It was something that Bucky would never take for granted.

Bucky saw a notification pop up on his phone, just you letting him know you were picking up dinner and asking if he wanted his usual from the Chinese place by the studio. He quickly sent back a reply and put the finishing touches on the story before sending it off to Steve to review and heading out of the office.

This was his life now, one he would never change for anything in the world. He had a job he loved, friendship he would never take for granted and most importantly. Bucky had you.

#locke writes #marvel #bucky barnes #marvel imagine #bucky barnes imagine #marvel fic #bucky barnes fic #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel oneshot #bucky barnes oneshot

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going-dead · 5 years ago

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A Bit of Space

@phantomsnfae Happy Christmas truce! I wanted to post this either on Christmas or new years but it wasn’t finished by Christmas so happy new decade! You asked for astronaut Danny so here it is! I threw in a dash of Grey Ghost for you as well!

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“Danny you need to calm down.” Valerie chided trying to calm her boyfriend down over the phone.

Danny tapped his fingers on his leg. “I can’t calm down Val! What if I mess something up? It’s already a miracle that I got a job at NASA, but to pass the training and be selected to be part of the astronaut program? I can’t mess this up.”

Danny could hear Valerie roll her eyes. “How could you mess this up? You’ve already died once anything else should pale in comparison.”

“First off ouch. Secondly what if I can’t handle small spaces? Or freak out in zero gravity? What if I don’t know enough and I don’t get admitted, or I’m not fit enough?” He worried.

Valerie gave a small sigh. “You really are dumb aren’t you? How many times have you been trapped in your own thermos, and you can fly. You’ve been studying for ages and after six years of fighting ghosts on an almost weekly basis I don’t think you have to worry about being fit enough, maybe too fit though. You will be fine”

Danny had to agree with that logic, but it didn’t do much to calm him down. He gave a quick goodbye and hung up the phone. He was on a lunch break at the moment and the pause between the testing and training was allowing him to start worrying again. He took a deep breath and headed back into the fray. Now that the break was over it was time for the practical portion.

The person observing him for testing, Anne, waved him over. Standing next to her was a man Danny didn’t recognize. “Johnathan this is Daniel, Daniel this is Johnathan you two will be partnering for this next portion.”

Johnathan reached his hand out and Danny took it. “You can just call me John, I’m assuming you go by Dan?”

Danny flinched at the name but quickly replaced it with a smile. It may have been years ago, but the memories of his alternate future self still haunted him at times. “Actually Danny is fine. Nice to meet you John.”

Anne lead the two over to what looked like a small medical station. “Now before we begin we’re going to give you a small physical. Nothing big don’t worry just to get baselines and make sure nothing is wrong before we start.” She motioned for Danny first.

Danny sat down in the chair provided, suddenly wondering when he last had a physical that wasn’t from a doctor who he could explain his abnormalities off as simply the long term effect of living with ghost biologists. Because he was pretty sure, despite being a government agency, NASA wasn’t in the know about the paranormal. So thinking back it was never, he had never been to a doctor outside of Amity Park. Looked like it was time to panic again.

The doctor who Danny didn’t get the name of and wasn’t wearing a name tag, or maybe she was but Danny was too busy panicking to notice, put an automatic blood pressure cuff on his arm. She looked at the screen brows furrowed and tried again. “Hmm weird, must be acting up. No worries we’ll just do it manually.” Danny at this point was now really panicking. She took his vitals again and looked more satisfied. “Blood pressure and pulse are a bit on the lower end but that’s probably partially due to you being smaller.”

Danny sighed internally, of course his pulse when he is on the verge of a panic attack would be a below average rate for a normal person. When she took his temperature he focused all his power on dampening his core as much as possible. Thankfully the rest of his physical, and all of John’s went smoothly. Finally it was time to start. Anne lead them to a medium sized chamber. Danny recognized it instantly, it was an invention his parents made a few years back trying to recreate a ghosts flight ability. They never were able to control the direction the floated in or stop at will effectively just making a zero gravity chamber, so they scrapped it. Apparently the word got out and NASA picked it up.

Danny and John entered the chamber ropes wrapped around both their waists. Anne’s voice came over the intercom and let them know she was turning on the machine. Soon enough the two were floating. It was definitely different from flying, but easy enough to adapt around. It did take a decent amount of willpower to not use flight to move around, his mind convinced that he was floating willingly. Danny pushed off the walls laughing, it was fun not being in control of exactly where he would float. He looked over to John who wasn’t fairing as well as Danny. He was currently upside down flailing around trying to get to a wall. Danny braced himself against a wall and pushed off to go help the other man.

It was over all too soon for Danny. When he left the chamber Anne looked at him impressed. “You handled that quite well, most candidates have a similar experience as John did.” She laughed. Danny smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. He didn’t say anything, he wouldn’t be able to reasonably explain how he was calm with complete weightlessness.

When Anne started leading them to the next task John walked up to Danny. “I was fine I did not need your help.” He growled.

Danny was a bit taken aback. “Woah dude calm down, I was just trying to help. You looked like you were struggling a bit. Plus you heard Anne, most people react like you did.” John just scoffed and sped past him, bumping his shoulder as he did. Danny rolled his eyes, and here he thought he’d be done with bullies after high school.

They arrived at a model of a rocket cabin. Anne explained that they’ll be sitting in it for a few hours to see how well they respond to both the small space and the fake simulations she’ll be running.

“Wait how long will be in in there exactly though?” John asked looking the cabin up and down.

“Depends on how well you do.” She answered ushering them in. They strapped themselves into the seats and braced themselves for what was to come. Looking around it was definitely a bit cramped, but he could shift around so it was a million times better than being in the thermos. They ran through a few scenarios, like what take off would be like. Both men fared well.

Anne let them out after a while with an approving hum. “Good job you two. That's all for today, I’ll see you both again tomorrow for the rest of your evaluation.” She bid them farewell. She looked down at her phone and furrowed her brow. “Actually Danny do you mind staying for a bit longer?”

Danny nodded his head hanging back. Anne lead him back to where the doctor from earlier was. She looked up from her clipboard and smiled. “Welcome back Mr. Fenton. I was just looking at your chart and was wondering if we could double check some things?”

Danny tensed up but nodded. “Uh yeah sure, everything alright?” He asked as another doctor walked in with a cart.

“Yes of course we just noticed a few odd things with your results. I’d feel better with a second opinion on.” She gave a smile as the new doctor came over and shone a light in his eyes.

“Ah hey!” Danny yelled blinking his eyes rapidly.

The new doctor at least looked a bit sorry. He gave a warning before shining the light into Danny’s eyes again. He placed a stethoscope over Danny’s chest, and also tested his reflexes. “Mr. Fenton do you happen to have any medical history we should know about? Or perhaps anything that runs in your family by chance?”

“Uh no?” Danny looked over at Anne who was now looking at his chart with wide eyes.

The doctor looked almost disappointed in him, before the three of them sent him off. Leaving Danny feel anxious and paranoid.

The incident was never brought up again. A while after all this started, Danny was finally in space. He had just arrived in the space station a few days earlier along with John. He had gotten acquainted with the rest of the crew and was currently eating lunch. Suddenly the space station shuddered and alarms started to blare. Danny and the other five crew members looked at each other before another shudder.

A loud voice blared through the speakers. “HAHAHA! I TECHNUS HAVE TAKEN OVER THE SPACE STATION! FROM HERE I WILL BE ABLE TO RULE THE COSMOS!” Danny was going to scream. It had been months since he’d had to deal with a ghost at all, and now he had to deal with one not only in space but one who could take control of the life support? Not to mention in a space where he would not be able go ghost in privet.

The lights flickered, he sighed. He at least hoped he’d get out of this without being captured and experimented on, he knew he’d be out of a job at least. He gave one last look at his cremates. “In advance, sorry. Please don’t try to kill me.” He took a calming breath and reminded himself to not re-kill Technus. “I’m going ghost!” He yelled out as two white rings bisected him, replacing clothes with a black and white hazmat suit, blue eyes with toxic green, and black hair with glowing white.

He flew through the wall of the station out into open space. “Hey Technus! Mind giving me a bit of space for once?” Technus materialized next to him. “AH PHANTOM!” If ghosts could sweat Danny was pretty sure Technus would be. “I DID NOT EXPECT YOU TO BE HERE, UHH.” He looked at the watch on his wrist. “LOOK AT THE TIME, I HAVE TO GO… UH MAKE DINNER!” He vanished. Danny was grateful he was now powerful enough that most ghosts knew to just leave if he showed up.

Danny reluctantly flew back into the station and reverted back to a human. Giving his crew mates an uncomfortable grin.

“Holy shit that was awesome!”

“Woah what was that dude?” “Are you an alien?” “Of course he’s not an alien, he flew through the wall. He’s a ghost!”

They all clambered about asking him questions. Danny smiled as he answered the questions. He had a feeling his secret, job, and organs were safe with them.

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Be Your Own Hero - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 4)

Masterlist

Summary: Y/N has lost all her family and most friends in The Decimation (I refuse to call it The Blip). Refusing to believe their deaths are permanent, she dedicate years to find a way to reverse it. When she finally finds something that might help, she searches for the Avengers. It’s Steve Rogers x Reader, but there is also a lot of Badass!Reader. Also, Non-American!Reader. If you are American, think of a country you’d have loved to be born into :D

Warnings: none!

Note: Y/Co = your country. Y/Ci = your city; Y/N/L = your native language.

Previously: Romanov asked to speak alone with Rogers, and two left the room. Scott looked at you. “They probably think it’s a trap.”“I’ll bring Wong here if I have to”, you replied instantly. “I spent three years finding a way to bring my family and friends back. I won’t give up now because the Avengers think I’m HYDRA, or whatever.” There must be have been something in your expression that frightened Scott, because he quickly looked away. “I believe you”, he said in a low voice. “I have to.”And you understood. You had to believe in yourself, too.

Part Four

In the end, you did have to bring Wong to the Avengers’ headquarters - without Scott, because Romanov and Rogers didn’t want to ‘risk anything’. At least Uber was cheap.

As soon as you identified yourself as an apprentice from Y/Co, who studied the Infinity Stones under a Master’s supervision, Wong recognized you. He asked you many things and agreed to confirm your story to the Avengers.

“Forgive me for my skepticism, sir”, Rogers said when Wong finished talking. “But I’m curious: if all Y/L/N said is true, why hasn’t any of your sorcerers come up with this idea before?”

“Because none of us had the idea of joining magic and science to do it”, Wong replied instantly. “Had Strange survived, I don’t doubt he’d have reached a similar conclusion. He and Miss Y/L/N are rather similar in that aspect.”

You were pretty sure he was praising you, so you thanked him. “If my task is done here”, he continued, “I’d like to go back to the Sanctum. I have important work to attend to.”

Rogers nodded and opened the door for Wong to leave. You offered to pay an Uber ride, but he said it wasn’t needed. When the doors closed, you turned to Rogers. “So, are you going to believe me now?”

He sighed. “I suppose so. Still, none of us have resources to create a... what you called it? A time heist. We’d need help.”

“So, we go get it”, Scott said. “Where is Tony Stark?”

The following day

Stark’s new home was a few hours away, so Romanov suggested they all got proper rest before getting on the road. You promptly agreed; you haven’t slept well since the day you boarded the plane to Los Angeles, nor eaten well for that matter.

Unfortunately, there was barely no food in the kitchen. Romanov apologized and blamed herself; she had postponed grocery shopping for quite some time now. “You can order something, though.”

“Maybe, if I knew how to. Or where to. I have no idea how delivery works here.”

She frowned. “Just like in any other city.”

“Yeah, any other American city. I’m from Y/Co, I’ve never even used dollars before this week.”

The former assassin raised her eyebrows. “Oh, you’re not from US. Well, neither am I, but I’ve learned how to order food online. What do you want?”

Eventually Rogers and Scott showed up hungry as well, so you ordered two big pizzas. While they waited, Romanov asked you about your life. You told her (and technically the men too) about your former job as a doctor, your deceased family and friends, and some of your journey to get what you were now. At one point, after the pizzas arrived, Rogers started asking about Y/Co, and you animatedly gave him details, glad to change the subject.

You wanted to ask them about their lives too, but refrained yourself. They were only asking so they could judge your character, not to make friends with you. At least, that’s what you believed.

You slept on where used to be Scarlet Witch’s room. There were few of her personal belongings, since she had taken most with her upon running away. Honestly, the lack of decoration was comforting; you didn’t think you’d be able to sleep well in among the reminders of a ghost.

Rogers took Scott’s van to the road, due to the machine inside. The ride was mostly silent, despite Scott’s attempts at conversation. You were all tense; Tony Stark was your best shot at putting your plan in motion.

You arrived in a big wood house in the middle of a small forest. Rich people, you briefly thought as you got out of the van and followed Rogers and Romanov to the house.

You recognized Stark from the news as you got closer. His hair was partially dyed blonde, and he was playing with a little girl. You smiled a little; you had read somewhere about his daughter Morgan Stark, and there she was.

Stark raised his head and made little attempt to hide his surprise. “Hello guys”, he said. “It’s been a while, huh?”

“We need your help, Tony”, Rogers said matter-of-factly.

Stark sighed and asked for his daughter to go inside. Then he stood up to face them - or rather, Captain. “Of course you do”, he said. “With what? And who are those?” He glanced at Scott, but set his eyes on you.

“You may not remember me”, Scott said, “I’m Ant-Man. I was on Cap’s side-”

“-On Germany. Yeah, I remember you now. Thought you were dead. And you?”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, Mr. Stark.”

“She’s kind of the reason we’re here”, Romanov added. Stark frowned and gestured for them to sit down.

A two-hour explanation later

At that point, they were all in the living room. Pepper Potts had joined them after letting Morgan play in her bedroom.

“I know it sounds crazy and impossible and surreal”, you said at the end. “And it’s probably a poorly written movie plot somewhere. But this... this is a real change. To bring everyone back. Half the freaking universe. Just... please, Mr. Stark. Give it some thought.”

You felt tears threatening to fall, and then a hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Romanov looking softly at you. Behind her, Rogers had a soft look of his own.

Then you turned back to Stark, who sighed. “Look, there is a lot at stake here. I’m well aware of what we lost, but Morgan is not the only child born after the Decimation. Even though you are telling me time travel only creates alternate timelines, there is no telling nothing will truly change here. Are those children’s lives worth the risk?”

You took a breath. “Honestly, I haven’t thought of that, because in my mind they wouldn’t be at any risk. At all. If we play our cards right, people will only notice we did something when people start to come back.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that, we go back in time, get the Stones, come back to same moment we left here, make our wish and voila! Everyone comes back. Your daughter wouldn’t even notice you were gone. No one would.”

A brief silence. “I need time. Not to think whether I’ll do it or not. But we have to find a safe way to travel back in time. We don’t even know if we’ll make it alive. Scott has survived, yes, but we don’t know if we can reproduce it.”

“Actually”, Scott interrupted, “it is possible. I wasn’t the first one to get stuck in the Quantum Realm.” He briefly told them about Janet Van Dyne, who also seemed to have been unable to tell how much time has passed.

“This Quantum Realm sounds like Narnia or something”, you mumbled, but Stark heard you.

“Exactly, Y/N. That’s why we need to make our safety top priority. Only then we map our strategy. I won’t risk anyone’s lives.”

Rogers nodded. “Fair enough. How much time do you need? Do you need any help?”

“A month. Scott’s van has the machine that took him to the Quantum Realm, right? It’s gonna be useful. Don’t worry, I’ll get you a car to drive back to New York. Also, Scott’s experience on the machine will be useful, so I’d ask you to stay around. Do any of you know how to get in touch with Banner? He’d be a great help in this. Also, Nebula and the Raccoon. Is there any way to contact them?”

“The Raccoon?”, you mumbled. Scott look equally bewildered. Romanov, however, was unreadable.

“I get in touch with all of them on a weekly basis. It’ll take a while for them to get here, but it’s manageable. Anything else, anyone else?”

“I’d say our quasi-sorcerer over here, but honestly, Y/N, you look a little sick. I’d suggest you all to use the following month to gather as many allies as possible and get some training done. We don’t know what we’ll find in this time travel thing. We all need to be prepared.”

You looked down at yourself. While you couldn’t notice anything alarming, Stark wasn’t wrong. In the year you spent at Y/Ci’s Sanctum, you did little exercise and ate only the strictly necessary to avoid hunger from distracting you.

Stark stood up to bid them goodbye, but suddenly the little girl ran downstairs. “Daddy, Daddy! Who are these people? Are they your friends?”

She saw you and ran to you. “You seem nice”, she said. “Are you nice?”

Giggling, you opened your arms in invitation. She climbed to your lap. “I don’t know, you tell me! By the way, what’s your name, little one?”

The girl beamed. “I’m Morgan! Are you Daddy and Mommy’s friends?”

You looked around the room. Potts just nodded and gestured for you to keep going. “Yes, we are. Why do you wanna know that, Morgan?”

“Because Daddy and Mommy’s friends are my friends too! Do you wanna play?”

Your face showed genuine sadness. Poor girl probably didn’t have many friends around to play with, given the secluded place she lived in. “Oh Morgan, we’d love to, but we have to get going. It’s a long way to New York.”

Morgan asked to be taken along, because she wants to visit New York so much, but Scott managed to get her attention. Potts thanked everyone, and especially you, for giving them hope, and led them to the garage.

“You are good with kids, huh”, Rogers commented as you followed Potts. You shook your head.

“Don’t let that moment fool you, Captain. I’m actually a disaster.”

He let out a small laugh, but didn’t reply as they arrived at the garage. “Tony loves cars”, she explained. “It’s a rich men thing. Pick whichever you like.” They left the choice up to Rogers, the driver. The first sentence said on the car after they left the house was spoken by Romanov: “I honestly thought this was going to be way harder.”

You wanted to say it was easy for her to say that when it was you who spent two hours straight talking, with only a couple intermissions from Scott, but you kept your mouth shut. The Avengers knew each other for a decade; the woman could be talking about something else entirely.

“Now what?”, you asked instead.

“I’ll contact all of our allies, as Tony told us to do”, she replied. “Despite the Decimation, we have quite a number of them. Meanwhile, Steve will train you.”

You could almost feel Rogers’ question as he briefly turned to his teammate, but he said nothing on the subject. Soon you arrived back at the Avengers headquarters.

“You heard her”, Rogers said at your side as you got in the building. “Training time. But first, let’s get you in shape. You do look a little sick.”

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I decided to dedicate a part exclusively to training month, so we can have more detailed moments between the two of them. So, part 5 will feature training and recruiting. We’ll see the remaining Avengers coming together to save the universe!

Part 6 will feature major changes in Endgame canon. I want the Reader’s presence to actually change the course of events, not just Steve’s storyline. So be prepared!

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