#please tell me others relate or I may really be screwed

[darktrashsoulbear]

Writing is so rewarding because I’m like yay I’ve posted two fics with a combined word count of 4.3k in the last couple days and working on another right now!!!!

But what do you mean I’m unable to get the 2.5k word essay I have two weeks to do done before due date?!?!?! It’s really made me think about where my priorities have been at before now 😅

[cherrrydragon]

➤ find something worth saving (it's all for the taking)

CHAPTER ONE: WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE

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SUMMARY ↳ A large machine stationed on both sides of the room, pointed ends meeting each other. A particle accelerator. pairing: jon kent x gn!reader x damian wayne wc: 2.1k

In every universe the Spider is a hero. Some go by different names, some can create their own organic webs, and some have their own cat burglar to wrestle with. One constant, for sure, is that they all are bitten by a spider. You are not the exception.

You were bit when you were 13, and for the last 5 years, you have been the “one and only” Spinnerette! It had been a rocky start, but things are looking okay now. You’ve got a family, a real, strong and fun family.

“You’ve been officially added to my hitlist, Tony, watch you’re motherfucking back.”

“Oh, goody. You might be the only person who hasn’t hired a sniper on me before.”

Loving family, of course.

There was an idea to put together a group of remarkable people to see if they could fight the battles humanity could not. It was called the “Avenger Initiative.” A billionaire, super soldier, scientist, Russian spy, master archer and a God walk into a Shawarma restaurant, wonder what it leads to. The Avengers currently all (mostly) live in the former Stark Tower.

You also currently live in the former Stark Tower. It’s a dream come true. Everyone is happy, everyone is healthy, and your relationships with each Avenger is thriving.

“When’s the last time you ate, kiddo?” asks Tony, stepping inside your personal lab he had gifted you for your 15th birthday. Your hands move deftly, fluid and familiar in fixing your web-shooters.

“A definitely normal time,” is your reply. “Hey, what did you do with the Iron Spider suit? I’ve been looking for it everywhere. I’m thinking about tweaking some of the web combinations.”

“It’s charging, where else would it be? Also, here.” He puts a bag of sandwiches from Delmar’s. You grin and reach out for it. “You know me so well.”

“I know you best,” he clicks, and reaches out to ruffle your hair, only because you let him. “Can you tell Nat I fixed her widow bites? And tell Sam I fixed that dent in his wings, too.” You take a bite of a sandwich. “I’m unna pakrol inna vit.”

He pinches your cheek. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s disgraceful.” Stay safe.

“[Name], it may be more efficient to patrol without music blasting in your ears,” says your ever so faithful AI, Karen.

You huff goodnaturedly. “ Ear , Karen. Singular. It’s never screwed me over before, I promise I am a responsible music listener.” The thwip of your webs shooting out has always been a comforting sound. It’s a reminder, of who you are, of what you stand for. All your accomplishments (failures too, but the pain is grounding.) “Also, please place an order for the new Batman comic, I forgot to do it earlier.”

“I find it contradicting how you say you are a casual enjoyer, yet own nearly every issue of any and all related Batman comics.”

“I don’t believe in consistency… or whatever Hobie would say.”

The discovery and confirmation of the multiverse was not as surprising as it should’ve been, but it was daunting all the same. You’ve never really been alone since your life at the Tower, but it was a whole new type of connection, finding out there were other Spiders, other you’s . Then, of course, there was that whole “Miles, you’re the original anomaly!” fiasco. Luckily, the situation ended up resolved, and there are (mostly) no hard feelings. You haven’t met another [Name] [L.Name] yet, but there are plenty of other Spider’s to learn from.

“Numerous suspicious activity reports have taken place downtown. I suggest checking it out.”

“You’re the boss, Karen.” You twist your body, changing your momentum and direction, heading downtown. You do flips and tricks, with all the grace of a ballerina. The nanotech is perfectly flexible enough for your dramatics. Tony had spontaneously made the suit for you, as the fabric of your old one didn’t provide as much armor as he needed for peace of mind.

“I am detecting a multiversal instability. Tread carefully.”

The eyes of your suit squint. “Get Miguel on this.”

It isn’t often a multiversal problem pops up in your universe. With people like Stephen Strange and Wanda Maximoff holding cosmic power in relation to interdimensional activity, and the Space Stone itself, your universe holds up well in defense to multiverse activity. But even so, space is unpredictable.

Miguel, despite all his grievances with you and the Peter Parker of Earth-199999, equipped you both with a Web-Watch (you and the other Spiderlings agreed Gizmo was lame). You don’t use it much unless it’s to go chill at the Spider HQ or visit the other ‘Lings in their universes. Whatever iota of guilt he felt after the whole Miles thing manifested itself as overprotectiveness, and he insists on dealing with all spatial related problems himself. You’ll indulge him, if only to bother him about the tech in his universe.

You’re met with a warehouse, abandoned, because of course it is. “No heat signature’s,” you mumble, the suit scanning for signs of life. You hop down through a hole in the roof silently, looking around. There’s random tech and machine parts scattered around, which is never a good sign. It’s easy to miss for the untrained eye, but you spot a hidden elevator mechanism and step inside it. If anything goes wrong, you trust your spider-sense to get you the hell out of dodge.

The way down is ominous, if not for the almost complete darkness, then for the red blinking lights. Your sense tingles, not sensing any immediate danger, but very uncomfortable down here.

d on’t feel good not safe for long leave quickly

Going en pointe (because going on your actual tippy toes to increase stealth is just way too good), you sneak carefully. Just because there are no living dangers doesn’t mean there are none at all. The room is as dark as the rest of the place, and while you can turn on night vision, it’s not as efficient in understanding what the hell you might be looking at.

“Karen, is there a light switch in here?” Your voice echoes in the large room.

“To your left, [Name].” Sure enough, there actually is a light switch that you find after groping the wall. “Huh,” you hum, pleasantly surprised. A flick of the switch activates the many overhead lights and reveals a daunting sight.

A large machine stationed on both sides of the room, pointed ends meeting each other.

A particle accelerator.

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Ok- uh. Karen, contact Tony, and Bruce. Can you tell if it’s been active recently?”

“I am picking up a recent signal, yes. I theorize the recent earthquakes are because of test runs.”

Miles once told you his story. Finding the particle accelerator, his Spider-Man’s death. You remember placing a hand on his shoulder, and you remember him grasping it tightly. It was a complicated time in his life.

“How did he destroy it again…?” you murmur, looking around the machine. “A goober.. right. How did Peni make it, though?” Pulling up your wrist, you scan the machine. “Please contact Peni as well, K.”

Stilling your posture, you look up at the accelerator. You have no doubt nothing good will come from whoever is behind this. Those who try to manipulate powers greater than them always receive a rude awakening. Maybe, by the grace of some higher power, you can somehow rope the Space Stone into this. You know better than to think they don’t have some kind of sentience. Maybe you’re just getting ahead of yourself–

watch out! behind you!

When you turn around, there’s nothing behind you. You’re on high alert now. Your sense doesn’t make mistakes, so either a sniper is pointing his gun at you, or someone who can cloak themselves in around you, and neither of those are good. You breathe in, honing your senses, the situation is far too delicate for you to stumble.

“Show yourself,” you demand. “If you’re smart enough to build this then understand when I say I will find you.”

there! right there!

You turn and send a web to where your senses pointed. The person grunts, trapped in your solution. You pull them toward you. “Show yourself,” you repeat.

A sigh leaves the person's mouth. Then, slowly, their form reveals itself. It’s like Miles' ability to go invisible. Before you is someone your age, must be. And yet the way they carry themselves is reminiscent of somebody who has been through far too much for someone their age. So, basically every Spider you know.

Which is on brand apparently, because this person must be like you. There is no other possibility. The web patterns on their suit, the bug eyes of their mask, the invisibility thing.

“You’re…” you mutter.

“Like you,” they finish.

Your eyes narrow. “The hell are you doing, man? Surely a Spider knows this if some fuckshit,” you gesture to the massive machine. “What are you even doing here?”

Their suits eyes squint. “It’s a delicate matter.”

“Yeah. Obviously,” you roll your eyes. “Not like a bridge to different dimensions is any walk in the park.”

“It’s none of your business,” they huff.

“Hell yeah, it is. You’re me, basically. You’re building a particle accelerator in my universe. By the way, let’s talk about that. Why not just carry out your evil plans in your own home? Did Venom get you or something? We can like, do something about that. Probably–”

“Enough nonsense,” they spit.

“Oh, okay.”

The room lights up, and the particle accelerator whirls to life. The room shakes, no doubt another earthquake beginning to affect the city. A whirlwind of colors fill your vision. Your hand curls the cuff of their suit into your fist.

“What did you do.”

“I’m doing what I have to.”

It happens fast, far faster than your senses could have warned you. Your web restricting them snaps and their hands grab you.

“You’ll survive.” Their hands destroy your watch. “I’m not so cruel.”

And you’re thrown into the web of the universe.

Waking up in an unfamiliar environment has happened far more times than it should have. It’s instinct that pulls you up from the ground. Your body is sore, your head hurts, and the eyes of your suit are genuinely tweaking.

“Karen…” you groan.

“I am unable to connect to any Mr. Stark’s satellites. I detect multiple bruises all over your body, no broken bones. The suit is in functioning condition, 92% charge left.”

“Yeah, we are definitely not in New York anymore. My New York, anyway.” You look up. Your environment is gloomy, the skies are gray, and the buildings have seen better days.

“I’ve connected to the satellites I can detect that are currently in orbit.”

“I need out of this suit, K.” The nanites retract into your web-shooters, now disguised as regular bracelets. You pause and think. “Gimme some glasses, actually. I still need you.” A couple of nanites crawl up your body and form frames on your face. “I can always count on you, K.”

“I’ve created a route to a public library with computers for you.”

The walk to the library has you on edge. Your sense isn’t exactly reacting like it would when you’re in immediate danger, but it’s buzzing constantly. You sigh to yourself. There should’ve been a protocol made for this as soon as you found out about the multiverse. It would’ve definitely been called the “We’re Not In Kansas Anymore Protocol.”

“I’ll start making that protocol for you,” Karen says. You hadn’t realized you’d been talking outloud, sighing. “Thanks, K.”

People keep glancing at you when you walk by before ultimately minding their own business. You’re sure that you give them that uncanny valley feeling, even if you look like a regular human. Effects of being from another universe, you guess. 

Walking up the steps to the library, you think about your next move. You should worry about living your situation. You have no clue how long you’ll be here before someone finds you (or, god forbid, you build your own way back home). You know how to be sneaky and steal, hopefully it doesn’t have to come to that though. You look up, thinking, and pause when your eyes spot something.

Gotham City Public Library.

What. The. Fuck.

In hindsight, it shouldn’t be so surprising. Infinite universes, infinite possibilities, so on and so forth. It had never crossed your thoughts that the silly stories you like (read: obsess over) could be a real universe out there. You don’t like to think about it too hard.

“Karen. Where are we.”

“My map tells me we are currently located in Gotham City, New Jersey.” Big yikes.

“Okay. Change of plans. We are going anywhere but here. Let’s just make up a fake identity, first. And get a job. I deserve a couple of days to think.” No way in hell are you going anywhere near that library where goddamn Oracle works.

It’ll be best to avoid everyone all together.

notes: title is a lyric from "Saturn" by SZA.

[theangelcatalogue]

❝ Eyes on me, baby! ❞ ― YANDERE ELIZA x DARLING

→ SKULLGIRLS

→ ROMANTIC

→ GENDER NEUTRAL

→ TW: POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, MURDER, TOXIC BEHAVIOR, PUNISHMENTS, BLOOD, VIOLENCE/VIOLENCE MENTIONS, SENSITIVE TOPICS, BAD GRAMMAR, BAD ENGLISH AND MADE BY A MINOR! PLEASE TELL IF I FORGOT SOMETHING AND ENJOY THE HCS o(^▽^)o!

───── ❝ NORMAL!AU ❞ ─────

❝ I got what you need, baby! ❞

★ → Okay, three words

★ → You are screwed.

★ → No, really, there is no way you can escape her

★ → Let's talk about her, shall we?

★ → She loves to be worshiped, so she wants you to praise her, love her, come on, tell her that she is the only one for you! Go on. Say it.

★ → So saying that, she is possesive, she can't stand the idea of other people with you! AND GOD HELP THE PERSON WHO EVEN TRIES TO FLIRT WITH YOU

★ → Like, this person is dead now, she will get rid of the person really quick, like, in the first chance she gets

★ → She would drink the blood of these mortals? No. They don't deserve such honor

★ → And she is going to keep you around her, make you be in her side, you don't have so much choice, and you're going to pass your time with her and do what she wants, okay? (Also, she may or may not makes you play board games with her)

★ → She doesn't know how you got her eye, nobody knows, but when something gets her eye, she doesn't let it go so easy.

★ → She can send her bodyguards or chase you herself when you escape, she likes a challenge and a good hunt.

★ → She is ruthless to people who oppose to her, so if you disobey, expect a punishment or being chained up.

★ → But of course she will spoil you, she wants you to stand out from the others, you aren't like everyone else, you're hers.

★ → She makes her servants treat you like royalty, if anyone disrespects you...bye bye to this person!

★ → Make yourself comfortable, you can't leave

★ → She won't let this happen.

★ - 𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘!

★ SHORT HC YUPPIE

★ Damn, wtf did i just wrote?

★ Sorry about ooc! It makes some time i play skullgirls, see anything related to it or read the comic

★ Thanks for reading! And remember, is only fiction!

★ Also how are you guys?

★ Random but i feel like she is also kinda flirty idk

[gojos-thot-patrol]

I don’t know bout you but I’m introverted af. How would the jjk dudes treat an introverted and shy partner? 😊

AHH I love this request!! though, I will say I also have extreme social anxiety and I think that may have bled through so keep that in mind!

Now Presenting...

Starring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, and Ryomen Sukuna

Satoru Gojo

Gojo is going to be a hard one to deal with if you’re an introvert, I’m not gonna lie homies

He is extremely extroverted and loves to be around people.

He actually kinda has to be around people, least he lose his frickin mind

But, he does try to do better and pick up on your nonverbal cues

If you guys are out and he notices you getting overwhelmed, he tries to separate you from the situation

And while he loves hang outs, kick backs, nights out ect, he also loves just hanging out with you at home, quietly watching you play games or read together

I will say he does fall into the trap of finding your shyness cute.

Your flustered body language as you try to hide yourself away in social situations, He finds it cute!

And I honestly think he has a little bit of a hard time understanding your discomfort being around friends.

I mean, think about it. He’s a lonely guy with not a lot of friends. Gojo loves to attend social gatherings and hang outs, because they make him less lonely.

Why would anyone want to be lonely?

I also think he would have a pretty hard time giving you space ngl

Like, you just want to read alone but he wants to be right next to you. 

So, you have to be blunt with no room for misinterpretation when you need space. Just like real life!

I don’t think it would hurt his feelings, don’t worry. He’d be happy you can be so honest with him

He does try to adapt to you and your needs, but ya gotta give him some time

Suguru Geto

BESTIES, HE RUNS A CULT IDK WHAT YA WANT ME TO TELL YA

As an introvert who loves loves loves Suguru, don’t date him if you’re an introvert LMAO

He’s always got people in and around his house and all of them want to talk to him. It’s his “Family”

He may even be a little bit upset with you for wanting space from his family

They don’t mean you any harm, they love you! Why do you hate and avoid them?

I think he would “try” To “Help you adapt.”

By that I mean when you start to get overwhelmed, he pushes you past your boundaries to keep hanging out with them.

He would give you a drink to “help you nerves” 1000%

I just feel like being an introvert and dating him would leave you overstimulated all the time.

Not related (But it feels very related) he sees no problem in using the overhead lights and does so liberally. I mean that derogatorily.

Your best bet at getting some space is sneaking away while the others are deep in conversation

If you’re an introvert please stay far away from this man. I'm so serious. For your own safety stay clear

Now, that being said, I do think you can get some quiet time by agreeing to read with him.

But that’s it other than that you’re screwed.

Good luck soldier.

Kento Nanami

HIM TOO BESTIE HIM TOO

He completely understands because he is the exact same way

He's extremely sensitive to your needs and when you start to feel overwhelmed 

And as such, he's really good about getting you away from the situation and to a safe place where you can calm down

He understands space better than any of the other guys because he needs it sometimes too

You guys work because both of you hate everyone else

Ok, that's a bit of an exaggeration but there's truth to it!

One of his favorite fate nights is just sitting with you reading together 

Unlike Gojo, he doesn't see your signs of distress as cute. He sees them for what the are: signs if distress 

Thankfully, he's never opposed to leaving any social gathering early to get you home to recharge your battery

Honestly he probably needs a recharge too

And don't worry, he's not going to ask you to go anywhere else for at least a little while

Honestly, he's the objective best bet for any introvert

He's understanding and gentle about the situation 

All he asks is that you do the same for him

Ryomen Sukuna

Ok, here me out on this one. Sukuna loves that you're an introvert 

….because it means he has an easier time keeping you to himself 

What, you didn't think this would come without a catch, did ya?

I've touched on this before but I think Sukuna is really in touch with his SO’s needs, so he picks up on it the moment you start to get overwhelmed

And his version of helping you re-regulate is to just taking you home because he didn’t want to be round people anyway

Honestly, I feel like he may be an introvert too

But not in a “People can drain me” Sometimes way but in more of a “I fucking hate people” way

He’d make fun of you for it too just fyi

“What? Can’t handle a few humans? Pathetic.”

If someone comes looking for you to hang out he’s real quick to be like “Sorry, her battery is dead today.”

Even when it’s not

Does not understand personal time at all.

Ask him to leave you alone all you want, he’s going to be at least in the same room as you.

Probably pouting because you don’t want to be near him

Have I mentioned yet that Sukuna is a nightmare?

[nepofminspo]

         happy  friday  !  this  weekend  will  be  the  THIRD  of  many  upcoming  meme  weekends  .  if  you  wish  to  participate  ,  please  TAG  YOURSELF  (  DO  NOT  REBLOG  )  in  the  comments  .  if  you  see  any  characters  tagged  ,  please  be  sure  to  send  memes  as  well  to  ensure  that  everyone  participating  is  included  !  you  may  choose  one  (  or  more  )  of  the  following  to  send  to  people  .  questions  may  be  sent  all  weekend  (  friday  –  sunday  )  and  answered  at  player’s  convenience  .

HONESTY  WEEKEND

with  messages  sent  on  anonymous  ,  your  character(s)  MUST  answer  anything  truthfully  .  however  ,  this  information  cannot  be  used  in  game  and  will  only  be  used  for  ooc  purposes  (  ie.  headcanons  ,  plotting  ,  etc.  )

🐝  *  ―  𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑾. 

[ cherry ]  what is one thing you love about yourself?

[ crimson ]  what is one thing you wish you could change about yourself?

[ scarlet ]  what is one thing you wish you could do?

[ ruby ]  give one random fun fact about yourself.

[ tangerine ]  do you speak other languages? if yes, which?

[ amber ]  which is your favorite season? why?

[ bronze ]  if you were stranded on a deserted island, which three things would you want to have with you?

[ apricot ]  what do you think your life will be like in ten years?

[ canary ]  do you have pets? if yes, how many and what?

[ lemon ]  do you believe in ghosts? how about aliens?

[ bumblebee ]  where have you always wanted to travel to?

[ blonde ]  what is your favorite type of music? favorite artist? favorite song?

[ lime ]  describe yourself as a character / mix of characters you’ve always related to the most.

[ emerald ]  bonus round: coffee or tea? morning or night? extroverted or introverted? hot or cold? fruits or vegetables? sweet or salty?

FOUND  FAMILY  PROMPTS

“   you’re not alone,  not anymore .   ”

“   i didn’t really have anyone before you guys .   ”

“   thank you for everything you’ve done for me .   ”

“   you’re my family .   ”

“   you’re my family,  screw what everyone else says .   ”

“   i now have a life i like living because of your support .   ”

“   you’re the best thing that ever happened to me .   ”

“   hey, i got you .   ”

“   let us take care of you .   ”

“   a fight doesn’t change anything between us .   ”

“   we still care about you .   ”

“   you know you can talk to me about anything, right ?   ”

“   if you need anything i’ll be there for you .   ”

“   you’ll always have a place with us .   ”

“   i’ve got your back .   ”

“   i love you .   ”

“   do you want a hug ?   ”

“   i’m here,  i promise .   ”

“   i’m not going anywhere .   ”

“   are you okay ?   ”

“   hey, [name].  tell me what’s wrong .   ”

“   i’m going to prank [name],  do you want to help me ?   ”

“   you’re one of us now .   ”

actions.

( hug )  -  for the sender’s muse to hug the receiver’s muse after an emotional moment .

( kiss )  -  for the sender’s muse to kiss the receiver’s muse on the forehead, head, cheek, [insert where you want ] .

( bed )  -  for the sender’s muse to join the receiver’s muse on their bed and cuddle after a long day .

( food )  -  for our muses to cook together .

( tears ) - for the sender’s muse to wipe the receiver’s muse tears .

( blanket )  -  for the sender’s muse to place a blanket on top of the receiver’s muse after a hard day / after they’ve fallen asleep somewhere .

( help )  -  for the sender’s muse to patch the receiver’s muse up .

( reconciliation )  -  for our muse to make up after a fight .

( fun )  -  for our muses to spent the day doing fun activities together .

( protect )  -  for the sender’s muse to step between the receiver’s muse and a threat to protect them .

SEND  FOR  A  TEXT

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[sparkling-pink-lemonade]

https://www.tumblr.com/sparkling-pink-lemonade/746721949871489024/i-really-want-nori-and-yeva-to-be-sisters-so-i?source=share

This is an amazing thought. Please continue /lh

Referenced post plus:

So admittedly I already had a Dollzi and Nova AU prior to episode 7, working with the assumption both Nori and Yeva were dead. But now with confirmation that Nori is alive (something I hadn't even considered before), screw that, all four of them will be alive in this. This post is also long as FUCK. So get ready for that.

Nori and Yeva are sisters. Nori is just a small few years older, and a lot more bold between the two. Yeva was a lot more passive, but still headstrong in her own way. They got into a lot of tuffles, and both were very introverted, but were otherwise inseparable. They always had feelings for each other. Neither of them acted on it however, as they feared the other would have been disgusted and the close bond they do have would be ruined forever. After the AS solver shit went down, and they'd escaped the labs, they were found by the nearest worker drone colony, untouched by the AS's influence. They didn't tell anyone they were related, wary that if AS ever found a way to circumvent the patch and either of them ended up succumbing to the virus again, they didn't want the other to be placed under suspicion by relation.

Each of them ended up marrying someone else, but it was hardly for much more than convenience. A mix of hoping that it would distract them from their true feelings, as well as having a buffer of "well now she can't get suspicious if I happen to act a bit too intimate with her because 'I have husband, he's the only one for me, hahaha, don't be ridiculous'." All while also being way too fucking intimate. Cuddling when they can and kissing each other on the cheek. Anything that can be excused with 'just gals being pals'.

Nori fell victim to the Disassembly Drones while Uzi was a baby. She genuinely thought she was going to die, and was stunned to find herself waking up later to crawl out the chest of her own body. Upon testing, she discovered she still had access to a weaker version of her solver powers. She was scared, and felt it wasn't safe to return to the colony. So she ran away, back to the cathedral, looking for answers to fix this.

Yeva was devastated, never quite the same afterwards. Eventually, she was attacked with her husband when Doll was a small child. Like Nori, her core remained unharmed, and woke up later. Realizing that if this happened to her, it could have happened to Nori too. And well, it would be impossible to safely explain why she's alive as a weird heart thing to the colony after multiple of them saw her die. So she took off in search of Nori.

They never did tell anyone they were sisters.

Fast forward several years, Uzi is still very unpopular, gets into regular trouble, and is bullied heavily. Doll isn't Lizzy's best friend, but she's still in the circle enough to be in the "sits at the lunch table with her" crowd. Doll always felt a connection to Uzi, due to having a parent die to the disassembly drones, and while Uzi's father is still alive, he may as well be dead with how horribly he neglects her. Plus the choker Uzi wears... it's like the bracelet her own mom had.

Now, Yeva was starting to lose control of her solver powers within a few weeks prior to her "death", she hid it well, but Doll noticed the broken mirrors. So Yeva told Doll that she was sick, that the bracelet she wore had a symbol that meant she was infected, but was doing what she could to get better. She was apologizing to Doll, warning her that she likely had passed it on to her, and that it was simply dormant. Should it ever wake, she needed to drink lots of oil to keep it at bay, don't be like her and neglect that need. Years later, when the virus woke, Doll took the bracelet from Yeva's corpse, a show of despair for inheriting the disease, and a promise to not let herself starve of oil.

Seeing that same symbol on Uzi's choker, Doll couldn't help but keep a close watch. So that if and when the virus woke in Uzi, then maybe she could do something to help, so Uzi wouldn't have to go through it alone like she currently was. It was through observation that she took notice of Khan's neglect, and everything else Uzi was struggling with. She took pity in her, and she wanted to do something to help, despite the virus having not even woken yet, but she's also kinda dreading it.

If she tried to befriend Uzi, it would be social suicide, not to mention Uzi is just a bit.... eeehh... much. She clearly struggles with socializing, and well... Doll does too, but she handles it by keeping a quiet, mysterious, lonewolf vibe... while Uzi is more... yikes.

But after one day where the bullying is particularly bad for Uzi, Doll ends up in the same room as her, just the two of them. Uzi's walls are fully up, aggression on full display and directed at Doll, recognizing her as someone in Lizzy's social circle. Doll decides instead of retaliating, to just stand there and take it, let Uzi get her frustrations out. It ends with Doll validating Uzi's feelings, and saying she'll see what she can do to get Lizzy and her friends to back off a bit. Uzi is stunned enough that a bunch of her anger manages to fizzle out, making the day feel not as bad as it was.

And sure enough, over the next few days, the intensity of the bullying really seemed to fade. Of course it didn't go away completely, but now she felt for the first time like she could at tolerate it a bit more easily.

Very slowly, Doll, in her own awkward anti-social way, starts bonding with Uzi. Uzi's complete social ineptitude is very cringe-worthy to deal with at first, but at the same time Doll genuinely starts finding the troubled teen rather endearing and fun to be around. They bond over their taste in music (alternative rock, goth punk, and death metal), and violent video games (first person shooters and beat-em-ups with tons of gore). And Doll even starts helping Uzi with pranking her bullies back.

Eventually Doll stops caring about her reputation, Uzi has become more important than any of that, and she lets herself be close. Let it be damned if everyone starts targeting her for it. Seeing Uzi smile and laugh, the hints of softness amidst her excitable chaos... Yup Doll definitely has a crush. Luckily for her, Uzi returns the feelings, and the two start dating.

As Doll initially feared, it was social suicide. And now the two of them are the least popular drones in the entire colony. Nothing that killing and eating those who take things a bit too far can't handle. Doll is extremely upset that Uzi ends up befriending N, when his squad killed her family. But upon hearing that N nearly died, sacrificing himself to spare Uzi, she made one exception.

Things go kinda similarly from there as in canon, but Doll and Uzi work together rather than against each other. I imagine with them dating, Uzi has a much stronger grip on her solver powers, but she never transforms, as she's much more resistant to the virus taking over, since Doll makes sure that Uzi also gets plenty of oil.

When they get to the underground, Alice sees their choker and bracelet. She's like "Well damn! If it ain't the children of Nori and Yeva (same maiden name)." Uzi and Doll are like "excuse me what?" Alice confirms that their moms were sisters who were inseparable, and the two have a sorta crisis realizing they are cousins. It's very awkward, but they try to ignore it because they don't want that to come between them. Mentally however both are wondering how the hell the knowledge they are related is only making their feelings for the other stronger.

No time to digest that info though. They are getting close to finding the solution to stopping Absolute Solver. V makes it with them in this, since the elevator wasn't sabotaged by Doll. However, Tessa still subtly threatens Doll and Uzi, which frightens the latter, and puts the former into the defensive. Doll grabs Uzi, running off with her right as the cave-in happens.

Doll lives as she isn't cornered by Cyn alone. Though with V's headstrong personality, it takes more time for Nori to find N and V in the cave-in, and get them to listen to her long enough to escape Absolute Solver. However, figuring out who the host is, is much easier when both Uzi and Doll are with each other. The only one left who could have possibly attacked them was Tessa. And oh-shit. They have to find them before Cynessa does.

Doll and Uzi are already fighting her when they find them, but are quickly losing, with neither of them able to use their powers to their full extent without at least one of them risking corruption. V blasts Cynessa's head right off. So Cyn switches hosts to Uzi. Doll hears Cyn call the core that's with N and V "Nori", and is shocked. It's easy to see the connection though. She has the same feisty attitude as Uzi, and similar mannerisms, yet unique in her self assured brazen. Oh she did not just feel her heart skip a beat for Uzi's mom. Or, wait... technically her own aunt? That's... don't focus on that right now!

They finally break Uzi free from the Solver's hold, and Nori is forced by Doll to introduce herself. And now that they aren't actively in battle, Nori finally takes the time to take in their presence. Uzi, her daughter, she's grown into such a beautiful woman. She can see bits of herself in her, and she is so so proud of her. And Doll, Yeva's daughter, her niece. She reminds her so much of her sister, just a bit more on the confrontational side. And the way she sees the two so cautiously close, it makes her ache so deeply for Yeva again. One of her biggest regrets, on top of having to miss seeing her daughter grow up, was leaving Yeva so suddenly like that, letting her believe she was dead. Is she still at the colony? Is she even alive? Will she have the chance to tell her sister the truth of her feelings?

Doll claims that her mother is dead, though seeing as they previously believed Nori to be dead, she isn't so sure anymore.

~~~

Details of where the AU goes from there are up to how the finale plays out. Mostly due to lack of full knowledge regarding world building. But it will eventually end up with all four of them alive and together. New bodies made for both Nori and Yeva. And Khan going through a mental crisis, lots of denial, and trying to figure out his place in Nori and Uzi's life. Due to how lengthy the AU explanation has become though, I think I will create a separate post later focusing solely on the relationship dynamics.

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Living Dangerously - Chapter 28

Jurassic Park’s animal handlers: none of them ever mentioned by name in Michael Crichton’s original novel. Who were they? What were their lives like on Isla Nublar? Did any of them survive the disaster? A year in the life of those responsible for the care of the dinosaurs. Many people would kill to have their jobs. But would they die for it?

Jurassic Park novel/Jurassic Park film (1993)

Viewpoint: 3rd person female oc

Warnings: few mentions of the ol alcoholism

Tagging: @heresthefanfiction @ocappreciation @wordspin-shares @howlingmadlady @arrthurpendragon @themaradwrites @starryeyes2000 @kmc1989 (please lmk if you would like informed of my sporadic updates)

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Since You Been Gone - Rainbow

Several weeks later

Although the island would be virtually uninhabited over Christmas, InGen had shipped in an impressive Douglas Fir that was already shrivelling up and disintegrating in the tropical heat. It was dropping enough needles to make Marìa implore the Almighty for help every time she swept the floor, which was now a daily task. Someone had used the cherry picker to fling tinsel over the model skeletons in the atrium of the visitor centre. The Alamosaurus had a shiny blue party hat perched jauntily on top of its skull.

About as festive as you could wish for in a near-Equatorial country.  Muldoon wanted to meet with Lizzy beneath the skeletons before he began the long journey back to Kenya.

“I’ve done the best I can with staffing, but there will be two days at Christmas and again at New Year when you’re by yourself. I’ll be back on the third.” 

Lizzy nodded solemnly.

“You do not go out in the park by yourself on those four days you’re alone, do you understand me?”

”O-kay?”

”I don’t care what you see on those video monitors in the control room. I don’t care what alarms go off. It’s not your problem to fix. You make a note of it and tell someone later, but whatever happens you stay indoors.”

”Richardson said-“ She started.

“I don’t care. You do what I say.” He fixed her with an icy blue stare. “Screw Richardson and his half-baked ideas.”

”No, thanks.” She wrinkled her nose.

Muldoon didn’t smile. “Armstrong, are we clear?”

Lizzy sighed. “Yes, we are perfectly clear.”

He remained unconvinced. “The weather looks alright too, no storms forecast-“

”Seriously! I’ll be fine!” She reassured. “Go home, see the kid. Don’t worry about me.”

Satisfied his point had been made, Muldoon became apologetic. ”Sorry about all this.” 

Among the offers of come back to Oz, come back to Baton Rouge, come back to Lisbon, there would have been the offer of Kenya too, and not just out of politeness.

“You know I hate flying, it makes me feel very green. I’m the logical choice, anyway. No ties. No commitments.” She wiggled her fingers, conscious for the first time in a while that the weight of her engagement ring was no longer there. 

If it had to be anyone, it may as well be me.

Everyone else had parents, kids, significant others, siblings. Jeff was back in Newcastle for the festive period, with his own blood relatives. 

Lizzy had nobody.

“You can give me a bell me if you need to. Don’t care if its the middle of the night.” The park warden handed her a piece of paper with a Kenyan dialling code on it. “Doesn’t have to be work-related, either.”

Lizzy cleared her throat, unsure what he meant. “Got it. Thanks.”

”One last thing.” He reminded her. “Do not go near that raptor.”

“Aw, but I was planning to take her on a day trip to climb Sibo!”

”Not funny. If you remember one thing from this conversation, let that be it. No raptor.”

Kathy’s silhouette appeared in the double-doorway, dragging her chunky duffel bag, the contents threatening to burst forth from the zips all over the marble tiles. It looked like it weighed more than she did. 

“Travelling light, are we?” Muldoon looked her up and down. 

She waved him away, pushing her glasses back up her nose. “Hey, Minnesota is cold. You really think I’m walking over a snowy runway in my flip-flops?”

The park warden was still fixated on her luggage. He pointed to it with his boot. ”You’re going to make me carry that to the airport, aren’t you?” 

”No, no way!” Kathy made a show of exclaiming, before quietly muttering out of the side of her mouth to Lizzy. “I absolutely am.”

“Keep commenting on how heavy it is, how small you are, until he feels bad.” The ethologist suggested, but she knew her deceptively strong friend was able to lift and carry two straw bales at once.

“Oh, I plan to.” Kathy abandoned the bag on the floor and pulled her in for a hug. “Next year, I don’t care how far apart we are, you are coming for Christmas with my family. There‘s always gonna be a place set for you at our house.”

Lizzy managed to blurt out her thanks awkwardly. 

Promised I wouldn’t cry. Jeez.

“And this year-“ Kathy continued. “-if you feel ill at all then you just up and leave the island, okay? It’s not worth it. Call the mainland at Puntarenas…or my mom. I’ve set her as speed-dial two at Ray’s desk.”

“Nice surprise for him next time he tries to call Palo Alto and gets Momma Baker instead.” Lizzy grinned at her friend’s ranking system of who to contact in an emergency. “Just think of me when you’re raising a toast, okay?”

”I will not be cheersing anything this year-” Kathy denied. “-unless it’s with a juice box.”

Lizzy scoffed. “Like he’d know.”

”He’d know.” She insisted, sweeping her braids over one shoulder. “Muldoon said I could if I wanted, but we made a pact. The pact holds firm even if we’re not in the same place anymore.”

The Team Leader was in her mid-twenties, and fond of a beer with the guys, especially on Friday evenings after work. But she had decided to lead by example. 

“How’s it going? You helping him…stop?” Lizzy dared to ask. She’d been avoiding finding out for the past few weeks, in case the answer wasn’t what she wanted to hear. 

“Really good. You’ll be pleased to know he remains firmly on the wagon.”  Despite Kathy’s insistence he didn’t have to go all or nothing straight away, Muldoon had quit the booze cold turkey. The following weeks the island’s coffee usage had increased dramatically. He’d been shorter than usual with almost everyone. Kathy had taken the worst of it more than once, like a trooper. But so far, so sober. 

“That is really good.” Lizzy’s eyes darted past Kathy to see the man in question picking up and hoisting her friend’s ridiculously overpacked luggage over his shoulder without changing expression, as if it were nothing. 

“Yup. Really good.” She caught herself biting her lip. 

Tom swaggered in, minus any bags of his own. “Hey, I thought we already had the Christmas party? What’s with the gathering?”

“And I thought you were leaving on today’s ferry too? Where’s your stuff?” Lizzy wondered aloud. 

“Nah. Tomorrow.” Then louder, for Muldoon’s benefit. “Gotta reduce the amount of time this one has to single-handedly destroy the island. Right, boss?” “Christ. Don’t remind me.”

Tom’s gaze rested on Kathy, who looked very uncomfortable at the sudden attention. 

”I’m actually gonna miss you, four-eyes. Who’d have seen that one coming?” 

”Uh-huh…”

“Well-“ He ironically saluted before turning to leave. “Until next year, loser.”

“Now or never.” Lizzy elbowed her friend in the ribs. “I’m not doing it for you.”

Kathy gave her the dirtiest look possible before jogging after Tom. 

“Baker, we have to get going-“ Muldoon sounded exasperated, still holding her bag.

“Give her a minute.” Lizzy told him. “It’s important.”

”Kennedy of all people, is missing-her-flight levels of important? That’s new…”

”Wait, Tom!” Kathy called as she ran. 

The Texan turned and stared at her hurrying closer, confused.

”I, um-…I made you this.” She pulled a parcel out of her shoulder bag, it too was straining at the seams. “But I dunno how cold it gets in Texas, it’s probably useless…You know what, never mind, you don’t have to take it. It’s stupid.”

She hugged the gift close to her chest, wishing she could rewind the last thirty seconds. Why had Lizzy encouraged her to do this?! It was so dumb. He clearly still hated her. 

“You give that here, missy. I’ll be the judge of whether it’s stupid or not.” Tom held out his hands. ”Can I open it now?”

”Uhm…okay. Why wait, I guess?” She chuckled nervously then hiccuped. 

Tom tore the paper, making a performance out of doing it as slowly as possible while Kathy carefully awaited his reaction.

Muldoon huffed and looked at his watch. 

”Woah…is that-”

She’d knitted him a slightly lumpy scarf in the colours of the Texas state flag. Everyone had received a woollen item from Kathy as a gift, in the colours of their place of origin. 

”Dude, you made this? For me?” Tom couldn’t hold back a massive grin, and immediately threw the paper aside and tied the scarf in a loose knot around his neck. “Shit, that’s sick, man! It’s soft as all Hell! Sorry, Heck. Soft as Heck.”

Kathy let out a sigh of relief. She’d been half-expecting to be ripped to shreds for her handmade gift. 

“But I don’t have anything for you, Kit…”

”It’s okay.” She knew he’d been saving up to really spoil his little sister this year. Lizzy had told her as much. “I wasn’t expecting anything in return. But I made them for everyone else, and you actually work really hard, and-“

Next thing she knew, her face was pressed close to his denim jacket as he scooped her up in a bear hug.  

She couldn’t recall having physical contact with Tom before, doing her best to stay away from him unless she had no choice. As far as she knew, he didn’t do hugs. Not with anyone.

Kathy tensed, stiff as a corpse until she heard him rumble against the side of her head ”Thank you, darlin’.”

He sounded so genuine, and she buried her face in the fabric of his jacket, squeezing her eyes tight shut to hide how they were welling up. 

She relaxed into the hug. ”Happy Christmas, Tom.”

***

The two weeks that followed turned out to be uneventful, if very lonely, for Lizzy. On the big day itself she’d opened a few small gifts her friends had left for her, including a brand new knitted bobble hat. In the colours of Namibia, not Scotland. She had called Jeff in Newcastle at InGen’s expense, had a lengthy catch-up and a good laugh, then nuked some leftover macaroni cheese, the Christmas dinner of champions, before focusing on writing up her behavioural research she was in serious danger of falling behind with. Lizzy wondered if she’d ever get clearance from InGen to publish a paper on the behaviour of juvenile Velociraptor mongoliensis. Unlikely, but she had to write the damn thing first. 

She missed her elephants. 

Don’t go out into the park. She wasn’t an idiot, and Lizzy had to admit it was asking for trouble. If anything happened, nobody would find her for a very long time, that much was certain. God forbid she came to a sticky end because she fell and broke her ankle, or something equally stupid. 

But watching the dinosaurs on a video screen just wasn’t the same as being out there among them. Hearing the sauropods trumpet in the far distance was nothing like feeling the ground shake when they walked by. Seeing the dilophosaurs flare their crests near the river, smelling the Rex on the breeze and knowing in your gut she was nearby even if you couldn’t see her. You could just feel her. Lizzy missed the smallest things she’d started to take for granted in her job. 

She may not have her elephants, but she didn’t have her dinosaurs either. Neither did she have her new favourite, the little raptor who was her biggest challenge yet.  Lizzy wondered if there was a fellow lonely soul on Isla Sorna who had been given a similar task to her. If they had family they missed, or if they too had friends but were alone in the world.

Some local InGen employees came and went between Christmas and New Year, but she was soon left to her own devices for the second two-day stint of solitude.

It was far worse than the first time around. Lizzy thought constantly about using the Kenyan dialling code, or hitting speed dial two. But she always talked herself out of it. 

They don't need me bothering them. They see me every single day, they see their families hardly ever. God, give them some space. Stop being so bloody needy.

She kept trying to persuade herself of the passing of time, trying to think of things to do while she was effectively trapped indoors, all while debating if cabin fever was a legitimate medical condition and how long it normally took to develop. She wondered whether she could find Gerry Harding’s San Diego number and really piss Sarah off by calling him at home to ask. 

New Year's Eve, however, more than compensated for how tedious Lizzy's Christmas break had been. 

She was leaving the showers that night, minding her own business, and rounded the corner wrapped in her towel, humming, totally unprepared for who was waiting for her when she finally glanced up at close range through half-misted glasses.

“Shitting Heaven!” Lizzy shrieked, flattening herself against the wall in shock.

Muldoon was just there in the corridor, looking surprised, in the process of unlocking his door.

”You nearly gave me a bloody heart attack!” She accosted him when she recovered her wits, red-faced and angry now the fear had retreated. “Christ alive! Thanks for the warning!”

“Sorry, Armstrong.”

”Don’t give me Armstrong! Why the Hell didn’t you say anything?” She moaned, rubbing her forehead, heart still thumping with the force of a war cannon against her sternum. “You must have heard me coming!”

“Again, sorry.”

Lizzy’s eyes widened. She’d been enjoying singing loudly in the shower. Horribly out of tune, and she knew it. A one-woman rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody. 

There was no way in Hell he wouldn’t have heard. She’d been performing the entirety of the song as a solo for the last five minutes.

The absurdity of the situation hit her, and she covered her mouth to stifle a nervous laugh. Now was not the time. She was still very much ticked off at him for ambushing her, and she wanted him to know.

“Why are you here?” Lizzy demanded, doing her best to regain control. The park warden was back a full four days before schedule. Not that she was counting down, or anything.

“Baker phoned me.” As if that was a perfectly reasonable explanation. 

“So?”

”She had a feeling. She was worried about you.”

”You came back because of a feeling? Someone else’s feeling?” It didn’t make sense to Lizzy at all. He didn't normally go in for superstitions, or anything of the sort. 

Muldoon recalled the previous night, and the fateful phonecall that led to cutting his trip home short. His daughter had answered and come to get him, tapping with her small hands covered by new wool mittens that she point-blank refused to take off, even when she was eating dinner, or sleeping.

“Baba, phone. Cat lady from…Min-ah-so-tah.” She’d pronounced carefully. 

Muldoon was then wide awake. Why in God’s name was Baker calling him at this ungodly hour? Who had died?

By the time he’d made it to the phone, she had been sobbing down the line, borderline hysterical. When he’d finally gotten some sense out of her, if you could call it sense, she told him she’d had the most terrifying nightmare. That the dinosaurs had all escaped and were roaming free, Lizzy was in danger, she was sure of it.

At first, he was sceptical. Just a dream, nothing to it.

Then she had uttered the magic word raptor, and Muldoon knew that made two of them that wouldn’t be going back to sleep anytime soon. 

What had he been thinking? What had InGen been playing at? Leaving Armstrong alone to man the island, all for the sake of someone keeping an eye on the place.

Were they really that paranoid that a rival would try and steal from them? With all the security systems they had in place? It was virtually impossible. 

Although he wouldn’t put it past the ethologist to send intruders packing, to be honest. Sub-par depth perception aside, she was still pretty handy with a shotgun. 

”Please.” Baker’s voice had steadied, suddenly clear and direct. “I need to know Lizzy’s okay. I can’t bear to call her, in case…But if you won’t do it either, I’m leaving for that island tonight-“

”I’ll phone her now. You do realise she’s probably fine?” Muldoon became aware he was trying to convince himself of that fact as much as he was Baker.

”And what will you do if she doesn’t pick up, hm? What will you do if she’s fine now, but you arrive back in a few days and something has happened?” Her voice rose in pitch. “Why did we leave her? On a dinosaur island?”

And then Muldoon did something very out of character. He hung up, waited a few minutes, and called Baker back to tell her Armstrong was fine, not to worry, have a Happy New Year. 

Then he quietly made his way to the airport in Nairobi. Only when he was on the first of several flights had it started to sink in, exactly what he was doing. What it all came down to.

He needed to see her. It’s for safety. This automation business is nonsense. Shouldn’t have left her. 

He reflected that his Team Leader and partner in sobriety wasn’t exactly making life easy for him. 

How it had taken every ounce of willpower he had not to answer Scotch, please when the heavily made-up air hostess had come around with the drinks trolley. 

And then came the worst, and most time-consuming part, finding someone on the Costa Rican mainland who fit the Venn diagram intersection of having a boat and being willing to sail to Isla Nublar at short notice.  Turned out not many of the locals fit both criteria. Not for cheap, anyway.

“Baker made a very strong case.”

”Right…” Lizzy was still baffled, and a little put out that the reason for him standing in front of her in her towel wasn't for anything other than safety. 

It was only because Kathy’d had another of her stupid dreams, that she was always convinced meant something more. Lizzy had lost track of the number of times she had reassured her that they were not. She wasn’t a prophet. She was just a worrier with an active imagination. 

After the ferry, Muldoon hadn’t stopped to drop off his backpack. He couldn’t find Armstrong at first, anywhere in the staff quarters. She wasn’t answering his calls to her radio, and for a second he had feared Baker was right. 

Maybe something had happened. 

Then he’d heard the God-awful “singing” coming from the women’s showers and it was the most beautiful sound Muldoon had ever heard because it meant Armstrong was alive and well.

Now, it wasn’t gratifying at all, it was just awkward, she was angry at him. And explaining he was back on Nublar ahead of schedule because of a dream, and not even his own, just sounded more and more absurd.

“Well…I’m okay. You can stop worrying.” Lizzy looked down at herself. “If I were dressed I would probably be okay-er.”

She became conscious Muldoon was looking past her, instead of at her, avoiding eye contact. As if he was nervous to look anywhere else.

She was still dripping all over the floor, hair in wet ringlets slicked to her forehead. 

By then, Lizzy just wanted to get back to her room and dry off. She smiled sweetly. ”Gonna make me walk past you like this, huh?”

“Er, no-“ He went back to opening his door, as he had been before she had rounded the corridor and nearly expired from fright. “I’ll leave you to it.”

“Oh, thanks so much!” She replied sarcastically as he made himself scarce.

***

A couple of hours later, Muldoon reluctantly pushed open the door of the staff kitchen to a sight he never thought he’d witness: Armstrong standing over a stove, cooking.

“Hi!” She turned and waved at him.  Instead of her company-issued shorts and polo shirt that she usually lived in, she’d opted for jeans and a loose sweater. Her hair was still wet. She looked very different. Not in a bad way, either. 

“Sorry about earlier. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay. Ran into far more people wearing far less.” She brushed it off.

“Excuse me?”

”Joking!” She claimed hastily. “I was joking!”

So awkward.

Lizzy’s heart dropped.

Oh no, was this when she found out they only got on so well because they were both mad at the world? Because they liked complaining about the same things? Take that away and what did they have to talk about?

"Got your note."

"I can see, else you wouldn’t be here, would you?” She said bluntly. This was going nowhere. Lizzy couldn't take it. "Look, it’s fine. It’s honestly fine. I don’t care and you shouldn’t either. Thank you for coming back to check on me.”

She turned her attention away from the stove and cocked an eyebrow. “Though a phone call would have sufficed.”

”I realise that.”

“It’s a good thing.” She pointed the spoon at him. “You’re staying. I've been so bored without anyone around. Don't make me spend another evening talking to myself."

“Hm.” He agreed. “Can you even get a word in edgeways?"

"Nice to have an intelligent conversation around here, actually." Lizzy hid a smile. And we’re back.

“What’s that you’re making?”

“Stew?” She continued stirring. 

”Why does that sound like a question?”

“I think.”

”You…think?” He seemed to finally be  relaxing. “It either is or it isn't."

“I was making bolognese, but…something went wrong.” Lizzy explained, sounding deflated. She looked him dead in the eyes and admitted: “I actually haven’t cooked dinner in a very long time.”

"In that case, I’m pleased I went to so much trouble to get back here.”

”Give it a minute. It’s getting there.” Lizzy clamped the lid on the pot. Out of sight, out of might. If it burns, just call it Cajun. Gonna be great. So good. 

“Getting where, exactly?  Why are you going to all this bother anyway?”

“I thought-… you’ve had a really long journey?” 

“And you’re trying to finish me off in my weakened state, is that what you’re saying?” Muldoon deadpanned. “You want my job that badly?”

She threw her wooden spoon down on the worktop in a huff and folded her arms. “Please. I wouldn’t stoop to poisoning. Pitfall trap, maybe. Alright?”

The park warden peered over her shoulder at the wisps of black smoke starting to rise from the stove. “Armstrong, I think your-…whatever it is, is burning.”

“Completely intentional.” She wrinkled her nose. “I can manage.”

“Try it.” He dared her.

“It’s too hot-“

”Try it now.”

She caved, but couldn’t stop her face from screwing up like she’d just taken a hefty bite from a lemon. Lizzy knew there was no way it would be her best cooking effort, but it was bad. 

“Oh, Christ!”  She passed him the spoon, admitting defeat. “I give up. All yours.”

“Take a seat. I can salvage it.”

Quietly, from the battered cassette player in the corner Jimmy Page’s guitar riffs chugged along, Robert Plant wailing something about a flaming heart, every now and then the high notes swelling over the noise of the pots bubbling on the stove as they swapped places. Led Zeppelin IV. Lizzy had found a tape in Gennaro’s office while she was poking around. Didn’t know old Donald got the Led out, she’d thought. But imagining the lawyer with long hair and flared jeans, in the front row at Madison Square Garden was a thought that now frequently made her smile when she was bored.

“Ugh. Salvage.” She groaned, resting her head on a propped up arm. “That’s such an unfortunate word. I’m so sorry.” 

“S’alright. Like a challenge.” 

”I’m better at breakfast.” She defended herself. “I can do a decent fry-up.”

“And how does a man get you to sort out breakfast for them?”

She shrugged. “Be the one to wake me up in the morning.”

Muldoon almost dropped a knife but caught it before it could make a noise on the worktop. 

“I mean-“ Lizzy realised what she’d said without thinking. “Uhhh…”

He’d caught her succumbing to nostalgia, remembering grey dawns in New York, when Simon had offered to go out in the rain for bagels, and instead of leaving the apartment, she’d whacked some eggs on the stove. 

Looking back, there had been happy times. But perhaps it had only seemed happy because it was everything she’d never had before. 

Although she’d kill for a hot chocolate and a doughnut that always smelled better than it tasted from the cart they went looking for every winter in Times Square. That was one of their traditions.

Simon had been one of the people she'd considered calling over Christmas. He’d be spending a few days at his parent’s house upstate, no doubt. Same as always. But she’d ultimately decided no good could come from contacting him, even though she still knew the number off by heart. No scrap of paper or speed dial required.   It had ended for a reason. She had to remember that. Even though he’d never been brave enough to insult her attempts at cooking. 

Unlike some.

Her gaze fell on Muldoon again. 

”I’ll be conveniently absent then. State of it.” He grumbled. “Won’t be risking it even if we’re still alive tomorrow.”

”You’re so rude.”

“Could have tortured prisoners at Alcatraz with whatever that was.”

Lizzy cackled.

“Hey-…I‘m really glad you came back, you know?” She told him honestly. “My sense of humour isn’t wasted.”

Oh, who was she kidding? She’d missed him. Really missed him. 

“You didn’t phone.” It sounded accusatory when he said it. “Two weeks is a very long time to not hear from someone like you.”

I thought about it.

”I wanted to.” She answered quietly. 

I thought about you. 

Muldoon had an idea. 

Now he was back she could go out into the park again. They could both go out into the park, in fact. And with nobody else around, who would question them going out at night? 

Was it a daft thing to suggest? Probably. 

Armstrong had been distant the past few weeks before winter break. Giving herself space. Giving him space. 

But he had been trying. Succeeding so far thanks to Baker’s efforts. That girl really was something else, putting up with him in his worst moods.  And Armstrong was the one who’d asked him to spend time with her that evening. They could have quite easily existed without running into each other again for days. The place was big enough. But they were in this tiny kitchen together, her struggling to find enough space to set out plates and cutlery without bumping into him. 

The other staff would be arriving back in the next few days. 

Who knew when he’d have her all to himself again?

Didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous as Hell. It might not have been enough time for her to feel safe around him out in the jungle. She might still say no.

But it was worth a try. 

“Armstrong, would you-“

She dropped a bowl on the worktop with a clank at the critical moment. “Sorry, what?”

“Would you like to come for a drive with me later?”

“Why?” The frown lines appeared between her eyebrows. “Is something wrong, out in the park?”

“No-“

”I wrote everything up while you were gone. All the errors.”

”I know-“

”And I haven’t been near the baby raptor!” She added, a little too insistently.  “Armstrong-“. A touch sharply, to get her to stop talking so damn fast. Ask me properly. ”Lizzy. Would you like to see in the New Year with me? Somewhere more scenic?”

”Ohh…” Realisation dawned on her face, then a revolving door of emotions. Excitement, then uncertainty, then indecision. “If it’s a no, then-“

”I didn’t say no.” Lizzy interrupted. 

She wasn't sure if she was ready. Finding that bottle at the back of the staff lodge had knocked her sideways, upended her world. 

But she wanted to go with him, she wanted to so badly.

Really good. That was what Kathy had said. 

That was enough for her to smile and nod.

”Yes, please. I’d love that.”

***

Thanks for reading!

Is this going to count as a date? I think it’s going to count as a date! (Finally…) At the museum I used to work in the sauropod skeleton did indeed wear a party hat at Christmas. Also in Glasgow they put a traffic cone on the head of the Duke of Wellington’s statue on the regular…so it may or may not have been Lizzy.

[meldelamel]

So, why DO you love papyrus? (I love him as well he is litteraly the best ever)

First of all, I really appreciate your question, I love talking about Papyrus! Secondly... Oh, boy, you don't know where did you get yourself into 🤣 /j.

Short answer: I have a deep personal connection with him, and he makes me sooooo happy. I smile everytime I see him! He also makes me laugh and I feel so safe with him.

Long answer (AKA "the essay"):

Cw: Mental health.

Well, I have some trauma related to how people treated me my whole life. Obviously, not everyone is a villain, but I've been hurt SO many times by people I trusted and loved that... I have huge trust issues and insecurities 😅 I've always been different from others, and with childish interests (treated as a baby in school since I was a little kid, which made me feel like I was this weak thing and I couldn't take care of myself), and not everyone accepts that kind of thing in a person. So, I feel very identified with Papyrus in that sense. We both share that unique, different soul, which is sometimes judged or misunderstood. As Papyrus says, "Why does someone as great as me have to try so hard to get some recognition?" (I know that the phrase is not exactly like that, but you get my point. I relate so much). He just wants to be liked and accepted, he wants company, just like me. And now we are going into something more philosophical that is going to sound weird, but who said that I didn't experience things in a weird way? 😂 I have a strong connection to my inner child, and that inner child feels safe when I see Papyrus. I don't know, it's like peace, understanding. He's like a blanket for my inner child, like a hug, like a "you are not alone". Also, one thing that makes me feel much safer with this character is how kind and accepting he is. I feel that the slightest I screw up, everyone is going to hate me, because many have reacted like this when I have shown parts of myself that I only let out with people I trust. I know if Papyrus was real and saw those parts of me, he wouldn't stop loving me. If he accepted the actions of the genocide route and tells you how he still believes in you and how you can be a better person, damn it, how is he not going to accept my insecurities, my demons, my way of acting? It is something that reaches an incredibly personal level, it is incredible how a character in a video game can make me feel so safe, so protected, so free to be myself. I cried when he told me that he believed in me in the pacifist route. I don't know, these are things I know that he says because he means it, and that no one has told me before. And again with childish interests, I repeat myself, he knows when to be serious and when to talk about his imaginary store, and that is so me... He makes me feel so valid. I am also a person who, in front of my loved ones, likes to be taken care of and sometimes I act silly on purpose just to be lovingly corrected and recieve a pet like a lil cat (like when Pap says to Sans "What is a laboratory?", when he clearly knows what it is), but it's only sometimes, I need to be taken seriously. I'm like an onion personality wise, I may be difficult or confusing, but It's something I can't help and I need to be accepted as such. I don't know, being different, misunderstood, being alone but needing love is something Papy and I have in common. And I think I'm going to shut up now because if not I won't stop 😅

I apologise for this essay aaaah 🙇 Please have a wonderful day!

[monstermaster13]

DNI with me if you are into RPs with young characters being put into mommy/baby relationships - by young characters I mean clearly kids or toddlers, I do not want to be hit with pedophile accusations or be accused of 'grooming' because I have been accused of that and for the record I don't remember doing anything remotely sexual and no I am not saying that to cover my ass, I am just saying could you at least clarify how old your character/sona is before roleplaying with me.

Inanimate transformation. Look as appealing as it is to transform into your mom's old sofa to you, it may not be for me and I will only do sentient/living versions of inanimate characters or animatronics. And i'm looking at you every single one of Ciel's doll and pooltoy tfs. Same goes for clothing TFs.

Bodily functions of the scat and piss variety. Foul odors are allowed, but only if it's part of the species.

Drones or fetishization of robots in general.

Sissyification.

Cutesy wutesy overly smotherly stuff.

Non-morphic animal TFs especially if they end in mating. A non-morphic salmon transformation that ends with a breeding scene? No thanks. An anthropomorphic honey badger TF in which the person can still talk and is doing it as a chance to recreate the famous meme? Yes please.

If you like dark TFs that is fine but please don't act like I am being the spawn of Satan just because I want a wholesome TF every once and a while.

'Diseases don't exist/bad things don't exist in my universe' I don't care if you live in a toon universe where everything is happy, in my roleplays and universe diseases, war and other traumatic things do exist, so suck it.

Trying to control my character in roleplays. My characters are mine to RPs

Changed/Puro related stuff.

FNF.

Internet age horror character.

MC.

Body part transformation.

Pokemon TFs with Poke-Speak.

Suiting.

Sexualization of child characters. If I see one underage character getting the rule34 treatment, you are out of here.

'I understand your opinion' 'Waaaaaaaaaa, this asshole bashed my tastes'. if you are going to say you respect someone's opinion only to go crying to your friends over a disagreement I made with you over said tastes of yours, don't go blaming me for it, it's your fault.

World Domination endings. Really? World domination? How cliche can you get, I ask you, how cliche can you get.

Humans Are Evil being used as a trope. If you use this or endorse this trope, screw you. It was bad enough when every environmental save the earth episode, show, movie and special was about this, we don't need a repeat.

Fetishization of people with jobs. Looking at you, every single maid and clown TF enthuasist out there. Same with sumo wrestlers, this is racially insensitive.

Fetishization of organized crime. Looking at you, every single Rubber Rocket Drone TF ever created.

Yaoi or yuri. To clarify I am not against real life same sex relationships, I am against yaoi and forced shipping.

Asshole characters especially if they are a self-insert of the person in question and are supposed to be likable. If you're supposed to be playing a version of yourself, aren't you supposed to you know make them similar to you? Wouldn't you at least want them to be likable or sympathetic? Because if I don't like your character doing something like turning evil and turning everyone into undead slaves, that's on you NOT me. You made your character out to do that. Do you want to be viewed as a villain and not as a sympathetic character? Do you want people to hate you? Because I don't want to have to tell you again and again not to do this.

Poor English speakers in roleplays who are also boring.

Attention hog RPers. I'm sorry but when was THIS LOTR inspired monster RP about your character? This was supposed to be both of us transported to a Conan the Barbarian inspired world of monsters and gain monster forms in order to do battle with an evil sorcerer, and instead i'm only given half of the screentime compared to you? For pete's sake, you just spent a whole hour making intimate love with the queen of the aquatic fish-people and doing nothing else, it's been nothing but you the whole time, I didn't even get my chance to do anything.

Rubber/latex transformation anything. Puro nearly ruined latex creatures for me, so don't even bother.

If you believe i'm racist or transphobic. Yeah, i'm sorry but both of those have already been defunct and I apologized for the latter and cleared it up.

Rude comments directed at the 'Werebelushi Rants', Werebelushi is a fictional character and he does not represent me in anyway…I may write and produce his show but I am not him, my OCs do not exist in real life, don't take it on my OCs if you have an issue. Also look up what the word cowardice means before using it on me.

Hive-minded RPers. 'We all turn into werewolves that hate humans and turn them into werewolves too', look however you portray were-creatures is up to you because there have been so many different takes on them throughout the media but if you are going 'let's make them hive-minded human hating biggots', then I have several things to say to you but most importantly: 'Go and suck on a silver bullet, you asshole!'

If you don't like real person TFs. This is a celebrity TF pro-zone thank you very much.

If you genuinely don't think the following people are horrible: Jeffrey Jones (it is fine if you like him in movies like Ferris Bueller and Beetlejuice, but not as a person), Max Landis (if you think John Landis isn't a bad person, i'd agree with you, but if you think his son is innocent, then I am afraid we can't get along), Donald Trump (If you think Trump is funny, i'd agree with you, but not if you think he's perfect), Anna Nicole Smith, Martin Bashir, Joseph Jackson, Jimmy Saville, Rolf Harris, Bill Cosby (if you like Cosby's comedy or his shows, that is fine but if you think he is not a horrible person, you don't belong here), Roman Polanski (if you love his movies, i'd be okay with it), Chevy Chase (i'm okay with liking Chevy's movies or him on SNL but if you believe he isn't an asshole, I have bad news for you), Brian Peck, and Dan Schneider (this goes without saying, just because I have watched almost all of his shows and liked him in Better Off Dead does not mean I believe that he is not a bad person, he tried to apologize for the things that Quiet on Set mentioned about him and he then turned his back on that and tried to sue the producers of said documentary for defamation), Boris Johnson (see the Trump example).

Derailing RPers. Okay..what the hell was that? Wasn't this supposed to be an Animorphs based shapeshifters RP? Since when did it became an orgy-fest involving henchmen of the organization making out with each-other or turning people into henchmen? Since when it was ever implied the original organization's leader had a clone and the clone was the one behind it the whole time? When was it ever implied the leader was not the real one? I want proper answers for this.

If you are one of those irritating RPers that either keep saying 'get to the transformation' 'I don't care about the story or the character's personality, get to the TF' 'When is the TF?', well screw you…I care about what my characters are like and the TF or good

[guildtree]

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

🍐 Is there anything in canon that you absolutely hate and love to fix in fics? A wrong choice made, a fuck-up in characterization, a misunderstanding never cleared up, a conversation never shown onscreen, etc���

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

🍊: I've wanted to write something with Mai Trin since Season 1 re-released, but I've just never been able to figure out the exact plot or theme to tie a story with her in it together. I also need to make something with Braham in it because he gets too much hate, the poor guy :(

🍌: The quote, “Funny, it seemed like you were thinking about a very different type of Krytan-Canthan relations" from Business and Pleasure because I got a reader comment and tell me they almost choked on their food laughing. Close seconds would be Marjory drawing pink necromancy sigils all over Taimi's lab in Left Behind, and Shirley the bone minion.

🍐: Not too much in Guild Wars 2, thankfully! I've definitely been in fandoms where fix-it fics abound *cough* warrior cats *cough* and while running off spite for a while can be fun, I've never found it personally healthy to stay in those spaces for long. If I really hated a majority of the canon, I would just leave and find something I liked better.

That being said, we all know the end of Icebrood Saga was a train wreck and a half, so if I ever write something in that era of game time, you can trust I am taking liberties with the story, characters, and especially the timeline. Smodur got character assassinated in Drizzlewood and I would either make him be clearly influenced by Jormag or simply swap his role with Malice Swordshadow (who had no character to be assassinated before and would be more Jormag's type anyways). More time devoted to the norn and Primordus please, more character development for Jhavi. I completely screw with the timeline there because it is ridiculous that the Primordus/Jormag conflicts took like 3 years of in-game time when Champions feels so short and other dragons like Zhaitan and Mordremoth took a year or less. I generally condense that conflict and add additional months to years of peace between Dragonfall -> Grothmar and Champions -> EoD instead, to give the characters more room to breathe.

I also may wind up changing either Mordremoth's or Zhaitan's pronouns to it/its or they/them for the Aurene fic? Soo-Won refers to Mordremoth as 'him' at one point, and I think Zhaitan never gets a canon gender, but something about those dragons and their domains feel so big and conceptual that it feels weird to restrict them to a binary gender? Especially with the Mordie weapons talking about how the dragon felt like sylvari were inherently part of its body, like it extends to cover everything; and then Zhaitan just being death itself. Idk dragons are such weird creatures that it feels like they should play with gender more.

🍇: Anything Kasjory during End of Dragons or later. I love their dynamic there: it feels like they finally have their relationship figured out, they're working together and supporting each other, they're finally getting their happy ending after all that pain. You've got detective stuff with the Aetherblades and political stuff with Kas's ambassador job, plus some good battle couple stuff at the end with the Void fight. I love fluff, hurt/comfort, and the occasional mystery or drama plot, so EoD was a fanfic gold mine for me.

[darkforestdreams]

Uh, hey! I'm so, SO sorry it's been a while or talked on your more recent posts. Life has sucked and it only recently started becoming bearable again...

But I have fallen into this exact mindset before, even more so as of late; that I'm a lazy, whiny, selfish b**ch. That I'm incompetent and inconsiderate no matter what I do to try and be helpful, and what few things I can do it is never enough. That every time I open my mouth I f**k up and hurt someone or make my family's lives more difficult because I say something, ANYTHING, remotely wrong.

I've had plenty of moments where I just want to curl up on the ground and apologize again and again to everyone I've ever known until I shrivel and turn to dust.

But please don't get upset for me, okay? I'm saying all of this because I think I can relate to what you're saying here.

From what I can tell from your posts I want to say that you may have made mistakes, but you were emotional and what happened on SaMS hurt you and a lot of other people. We all have knee-jerk reactions, and even if we know we shouldn't act on them... it still happens sometimes. It happens ESPECIALLY when it involves something hits you in the heart, and/or it's done by people you genuinely liked.

But it sounds like your friends pointed you in the right direction. I'll admit that I was a little concerned over how Sun's treatment by fans triggered you, but I didn't--and still don't--know if bringing it up would've been appropriate. If I should have done that, then that's on me.

It's impossible to live a life without making mistakes and having regrets. Trust me, I've tried.

I think you mentioned arguing with other fans and saying harsh things? Well... not the best thing if you started it, but I'm certain what you said wasn't nearly as big a thing for them as you seem to feel it is. And if they were hurt? They'll heal, and it'll be okay in the end.

(And if they were a bunch of toxic jerks? If they provoked you? Then they deserve to snapped at. If they've made the choice to be stupid and mocking and incessantly harsh, they don't deserve kindness until they clean up their act.)

As for the vent posts you've made here? You've done NOTHING wrong with that. It's okay to feel hurt by something/someone, and I've learned the hard way that you HAVE to let those emotions out in some way if you want to avoid having a meltdown.

I haven't watched any of the Security Breach shows for a long while--mainly because Sun turning to alcohol and Solar dying got WAY TOO CLOSE to what was happening in my life. As for what Davis and Reed said and did? I am fully supporting you, but I don't think I can really have a legit opinion on it because I haven't really looked into this situation and, really, I don't want so much as dip a toe in it if it's as toxic as you said it is. I fully believe what you and other people have said, but I haven't seen what they said exactly or watched THAT video. But if they really did what they did and hurt you and other members of their own fandom so badly, serious shame on them for that behavior. I hope they can learn from it.

But those people who harassed you out of nowhere?

SCREW. THEM. WITH. A. CACTUS.

I feel sick..

I wish that I didn't get carried away..

I wish that I knew better..

It always end up the same..

I upsetted everyone..

I just should leave..

Why am talking so much?

Why am I always like that?

I'm ashamed of myself..

Why I had to keep saying all of those things?

I just should keep all of this to myself..

Nothing would've happened then..

It's all my fault..

And I can't even fix it now..

I can't go back in time..

I don't know VAs so I can't tell them everything..

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I know that my apologies won't fix anything..

It's all good for nothing..

Just like me..

But please don't worry about me..

Please don't worry about it..

Please ignore this..

[natsbaby]

Could I please request a scarlett x reader where they're both on set together and reader is a young new actor and scarlett is helping the reader learn their lines as reader is dyslexic

Moral Support

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Dyslexic!Reader

Summary: as a new and upcoming actor, weakness was something you tried to not show as much as possible but eventually, you can’t say no when your crush offers

Requested: yes!!

Warnings: none!

A/N: I’m not dyslexic myself but I have a friend who actually had a problem similar to this (not really an actor but as a student HAHA) so I tweaked her story a lil bit for this! I imagine Scarlett to be a lot younger than this, like before she had Rose, and isn’t married yet so I really hope you like it! Im so sorry if this is horrible I really tried ;;-;;

Growing up, your parents told you that if you want to survive in a male dominated career may it be medicine, or in your case the entertainment industry, you gotta pretend to know everything even if you don’t. While that mindset helped you become one of the youngest and fastest growing actor in the industry, you developed a fear from older professionals.

Now here you are, in your shared apartment with Scarlett Johansson, trying to learn your lines for Iron Man 2. You don’t have much screen time on this but it’s still an opportunity you took and you never felt so screwed in your life. In relation to your parents’ life lesson and wisdom, you were diagnosed with dyslexia at a really young age when your preschool teacher noticed that you had difficulty reading unlike other kids. Luckily, it was rather mild that you could grow out of it with some extra effort but you do have your moments of weakness, just like now.

You groan in frustration as you chuck the thick script onto the coffee table in front of you, rubbing your templates in hopes to elevate your growing migraine. “How the hell do you do this Scarlett, I don’t even know what scene I’m learning for”

You hear the blonde chuckle behind you as she hands you a mug of steaming hot chocolate. “Practice, determination, and a whole lot of alcohol. Here, your favorite”

You carefully take the mug as she sits besides you. You take a sip, humming in appreciation before setting it down on the coffee table.

Scarlett doesn’t know about your problem, all she knows is that you hate reading as if it’s the most toxic in the world and that you’d do anything to memorize your lines without the help from anyone. Although despite not being sure, she has a good guess that you either have ADHD or dyslexia so she’s just waiting for the right time to ask or for you to tell her.

“Gosh I think I give up” you sigh as you slump back against the couch. You feel Scarlett rest her hand on your thigh, rubbing your thigh gently in a comforting manner. “Let me help you”

Your head jolts up to look at her in shock, quickly shaking your head no in protest. “I’ll be fine, I’ve managed this entire time”

“Come on, you obviously need an accountability buddy and let me be that for you” she gently urges you, scooting closer as she pouts. “Pleaaaaasssseeeeee”

You narrow your eyes at Scarlett as she continues to give you the cutest puppy dog eyes. She notices your internal battle through your eyes, sighing softly as she takes off her hand off your thigh.

“I know you don’t like asking for help, but even if you don’t take up my offer now, I’ll always be there to willingly help you no matter how stubborn you can get” you chuckle softly as she calls you stubborn, rolling your eyes slightly at her dramatic behavior.

“I know I know” you start as you gently pick up her hand, and start drawing little shapes at the palm of her hand. “I just don’t want to be a bother to you since I’ve dealt with this all my life, you know”

Scarlett pauses for a moment, humming softly in thought as she lets you play with her hand. “Well, you don’t have to tell me what that issue is right now, and you should know that if it was a bother to me, I’d never offer so let me be your moral support”

You stare at her for a moment as she gives you a genuine smile, giving you the chance to really take everything in as you feel your wall crumble slightly. You sigh in defeat, pulling back so you could grab the script from the table and handing it to her.

“Start with page 5, where my character wants to beat your stubborn ass”

[violettelueur]

RYŌMEN SUKUNA || WASN’T SO BAD

| featuring : ryōmen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, swearing and mention of death, sort of spoils parts of the manga up to chapter 30 (so beware)

| form : imagine

| word count : 1553

| published : 20 november

| request : Hiiii again!! 😚 I hope your doing well :3 may I please request another sukuna/itadori x fem reader imagine where mc is dating yuuji and after getting acquainted with sukuna - they ended up bonding too?? Sukuna kinda develops a protective instinct over her and whenever he switches with yuuji - he keeps a protective hold on the back of her neck?? I see guys doing that and I want sukuna to do the same to me lol (*≧∀≦*) thank you!!

| barista’s notes : let me admit this, i’m not confident that i answered this request properly at all, and lowkey ashamed by that ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ also i’m not really confident with the battle scene i did here but when am i every confident...hahaha ʕ – ᴥ – ʔ other than that, i hope you enjoy you cup of classic black cofee (jujutsu kaisen request) and please come again and order when i reopen the cafe!

“Damn, I’m really screwed now,” you muttered to yourself once you saw your whole new surroundings. Pure darkness enveloped you as multiple figures on what seemed to be arms surrounding you like a cage were present within your view as your enemy unleashed their domain expansion on you.

At this current moment in time, you were fighting an unregistered special grade curse that had managed to get inside a school called Satozakuro High. From what you gathered from your boyfriend Yuji and Nanami, this whole situation had started since the investigation of the murders back in Kinema Cinema,  where the sole witness - Junpei Yoshino, a classmate of the three murder victims  - managed to somehow converse with the same special grade curse that you were facing right now.

“Let me admit, the name of your domain expansion is sort of narcissistic, humble yourself would you?” you sarcastically asked, trying to figure out a way to get around this situation as you knew your soul was dangerously the line - there was no way you let something so disgusting try to transfigure it.

“For someone that’s going to die, you seem calm,” the curse stated to which before this happened, you learnt that it was named Mahito.

You had to keep calm. Ever since you became a jujutsu sorcerer, you hated when enemies would comment on your fears during battle, you hated when they would mock you for being fearful for even a second, you hated when they told you that they could hear your heart pounding in anticipation. You just purely hated that.

“Well, what do you want me to be? Fearful?” you then asked, tilting your head to the side as you rested your katana over your shoulders - only to let the tip touch the wall of the domain leaving you to realise that the wall was quite thin.

‘Maybe there is a way I can get out of this? Is my domain expansion more polished enough to overcome this one?’ you thought to yourself, before wondering about what could be happening on the outside of the same wall right now. 

                                          ꕥ

Outside the domain, Itadori was helplessly on the other side punching the wall with all of his might as he was worried about what was happening to his girlfriend on the inside.

“Don’t fuck with me!” Itadori screamed as he continued to punch the wall with his cursed energy-infused fists, desperately trying to gain some damage to the wall to no avail.

‘Why was Y/N the only one imprisoned?’ he asked himself as if he was going to get an answer back - that was if Sukuna was willing to answer his question. However, the King of Curses didn’t have a single answer himself. To say he was worried about you was an underplaying statement yet so out of character for him.

Ever since the Sukuna was introduced to you by his vessel himself, he couldn’t help but become intrigued with you like he was with Fushiguro. He wanted to know more, more and more. From all his knowledge about past sorcerers and clans, you were an exception to his vast understanding of the jujutsu world. An exception that he wanted to protect. 

You weren’t from a clan or related to one in the slightest, yet you had the capability to have inherited a technique that any powerful family would desire to have for themselves or for their offspring. You were a master weapons specialist - just like 2nd year Maki Zenin - only the major difference between both of you was the fact that you could manifest and construct those cursed weapons from only using your curse energy. 

This fact surprised Sukuna himself when he was fighting you and Fushiguro back at the Eishu Juvenile Detention Centre. Vividly he remembers holding you up by the throat against a wall, only for you suddenly swiftly swing your arm with a small but sharp military knife in hand surprising him completely on how you were able to gain another weapon without him knowing, only to find out seconds later that you had constructed the weapon with nothing but your curse energy once he moved out the way, escaping with a just small graze on his cheek.

“So you’re able to create cursed weapons ha?” Sukuna asked as he placed his hand on his chin like he was thinking before staring at the blade that was in your hand. Continuing to stare that the weapon, the King of curses slowly began to realise that the weapon you had created was classed as a special grade tool, causing him to wonder what power you possessed to even have the ability to create something so small yet so powerful.

“How in the world did you do that?” Sukuna muttered to himself, before quickly dodging your attack as you tried to assault him with another blade that you quickly manifested in your other hand, surprising the special grade curse even more on how quickly you were able to create more weapons even after just constructing the miniature knife seconds before.

“Sorry Sukuna, but I don’t like talking during battle and I also need to get my boyfriend back real quick,” you commented before you used your cursed energy to cause your military knife to disappear, only to quickly construct your classic black katana to try to close the distance between the both of you only to fail once again.

‘I can see why the brat likes you Y/N, I’m also liking where this is going’

                                        ꕥ

Still looking at your surroundings, you were worried about the amount of time you had left until you were finished. The mental confrontation that was going on in your head was straining as you weren’t sure if your only plan was the best for the situation that you were in. There was a high chance that it could fail but the small percent of success was what was bother you to the max

‘It’s my only way to get out of this situation right now, if it doesn’t work then at least I tried’ you thought, before stabbing your black katana on the ground in front of you to which then you slowly started to pour your curse energy into the blade

“Ha? What are you planning to do? You’re already dead, so might as well accept your fate,” Mahito playful teased you, as he tried to break your stern composure.

“Domain Expansi-”

However, before you could even complete your words, you unexpectedly heard a sound of a loud crack emitting behind you causing you to completely snap out of your concentration leading to the blue aura around your sword to slowly disappear. 

Before you could even turn a single inch of your head around, you suddenly felt something brush your hair aside before a warm compress was placed on the back of your neck leading you to let out a shaky breath out of fear until you felt a sense of safety enclosing around you. The feeling of his nails gently grazing your skin caused you to shiver before he lightly squeezed your neck in reassurance, trying to convey to you that he wasn’t going to hurt you.

“I had it under control, Sukuna,” you muttered quietly before he tenderly pulled you back and had you turned around to face over his shoulder leading you to see the large crack that was created behind you that allowed Sukuna to enter into the domain. 

“I know, I just didn’t want to see you hurt,” Sukuna replied to which then your suddenly heard what seemed to be something being slashed, prompting you the want to turn over only for Sukuna to tighten his hold on your neck - but not to the point where you were in pain but rather him not wanting you to see what he had done.

As if he was trying to calm you down, you felt his thumb beginning to slide up and down, sometimes brushing against the bottom of your scalp leaving you to slowly begin to melt in his hold. “There was no way I was going to allow something like him to touch you,” the King of Curses said to you, leading you to feel nothing but a sense of security as you started to let your guard down causing you to lay your head on his shoulder.

Gripping onto his - well Itadori’s - school jacket, you took a deep breath in before letting a deep breath out as you calmed down your heart, not realising your heart was pounding in fear until now. You hated the fact that he could now feel the fear radiating from your body. You hated how he now knew how fearful you were for your life. You hated how it knew all of it.

“It’s okay,” Sukuna calmly stated, causing you to lift your head to face him only to see him stare at you back intensely with his glowing beautiful red eyes. “Nothing is going to hurt you, not in my sight,” he proudly said to you as if he was making a promise to you before giving your neck one last little squeeze to tell you that you were safe in his embrace.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to let him know.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to fear.

[sleepy-shutin]

Hello, I saw your post about introjects/introject heavy systems. I was wondering if you had advice newly discovered/questioning systems about being able to tell the difference maladaptive day dreaming and inner world happenings.

this post is going to be more of a kind of rambly list of things, but this kind of thing is *extremely* important to know, because i did not know the difference when i first found out about my DID, and it screwed me over for a full 2 years. it has taken me another 2 years to figure out the differences and get myself back on track.

if you can, i want as many people to reblog this post and add commentary on how they differentiate daydreams from alters/inner world stuff/general DID-related stuff, because too many people don't know the differences, and it's going to screw them over just like it did me.

this post is about DID, please do not derail it.

• daydreams are, on some level, controlled, and you have power over them to change whatever is happening in them to something else if you really want to ; alters and what goes on in the inner world are not things that you can control ⁃ try changing what's happening in the situation. if it continues/doesn't react/is resistant to you trying to change what's happening, then it may not be a daydream ; alternatively, if it changes easily, then that's a sign that it may be a daydream ⁃ try restarting the scenario to see if it may be a daydream. if you can't, it may not be a daydream

• to me, my alters and the inner world feel more "solid" and more "real" than daydreams, even maladaptive/strong daydreams that affect my mood/etc. alters and the inner world are more, for lack of a better term, "persistent", "pushy" and feel a lot less "mine" than daydreams do. basically, daydreams, even ones that are very detailed or realistic, to me, feel more 2D than my system. ⁃ if you're wondering if something is a daydream vs. an alter/inner world thing, try assessing how "solid" it feels to you, try to analyze its behavior and see if it feels like your other alters or other parts of the inner world ⁃ does it feel like it belongs to you? like it came from your own thoughts? or does it feel more foreign, disconnected or unreachable in some way?

• for me, daydreams often repeat themselves or specific scenes, or sometimes have very strange and absurd points that aren't realistic or wouldn't reasonably happen in the inner world or between a pair of alters because it has no reason to/these alters don't act like this/the inner world doesn't function like this/etc

• for me, a lot of times when my alters are communicating or i'm getting deep(er) into the inner world or connecting with it, i become more dissociated, and the "real" world feels more far away, like a daydream can be, but the difference here is that with the inner world, it feels like i'm somewhat leaving my body. for me, this is a very different experience from maladaptive daydreams, where it's less like i'm leaving my body and more like i'm just forgetting about it and getting absorbed into a book or a TV show

input from other people:

• "for me also specifically, innerworld happenings are reenactments a lot of the time, and while daydreams can also be, it's more fantastical and i feel in control. i can just stop. with alter re-enactments it’s out of my control and i make my head split in half and start feeling like i’m vibrating trying to make it stop" • "and daydreaming those for me is more like when you’re in the shower thinking about how you could have told that lady off"

if anyone else has any input on determining the differences between daydreams and alters in DID, please leave your suggestions!

this post is about DID, please do not derail it.

[currentfandomkick]

Amity legally uses ‘Sovereign State of Not Today Satan’ as their official address. And keep getting metas and various magic users (think the ‘i just want to live on a commune’ type everyday magic users in DC) who end up going.

Gotham going full monarchy and being recognized by Danny as a Sovereign Principality results in so many rulers in the Infinite Realms visiting to establish diplomatic relations with the ‘comparatively weak’ liminal pop on the basis of some obsessions requiring the mortal plane… and undergrowth being a God related to Swampthing is personal hc i can see being leveraged to ensure Gotham’s meta pop has a Noble Line of its own, or makes Swampthing a diplomat. Idk and idc but Brucie Wayne interacting with Swampthing at a gala where Poison Ivy is chatting with Sam about plant science and magic makes me happy. Sam swaps between comparing areas and growing plant sentience in Amity to ‘how to destroy a building with plants’ vs ‘how to reinforce a building with vines’ when she thinks Bruce and his brood aren’t watching.

Mostly incase the US screws up enough that it comes to war. Sam wants to be PreparedTM

Also isnt tucker technically a monarch as a reincarnation of a pharaoh? Him hanging out in atlantis and discussing technomancy and comparing magics and tech while Danny bugs Aquaman about basic diplomacy things that a king should be aware of on earth in the modern age. Why? Danny is asking for tucker!

Aquaman doesnt believe that, but also noted that Danny is given a lot of berth by the diplomatic group and deferred to, but also treated more like the ghosts treat one another than they do the humans. He’s fairly certain Danny won a minor kingship but lets it run itself. He is not aware Danny is functionally the emperor of the dead.

Paulina is absolutely helping Mayor Masters with the anti-usa thing on social media and works with Sam, to both’s annoyance… until they get to bash a policy or horrid take they find online. Yes this is how the two get along, no they are not friends! That’s absurd! Yes Sam did grab her coffee this morning and she’s getting a stupid vegan shake for Sam, what of it?

Danny enjoys helping Jason with the halfa nonsense later but doesnt admit to being a halfa. He says he helps his “cousin” with it. A cousin who when Jason meets her, is a carbon copy of Danny but younger and Girl.

Ellie is thrilled about the new halfa, and asks if he’s unstable too? No? Oh, that’s cool… hey what’s your big thing besides being a protector? Hers is travel! She stayed out of the US until they broke away from the USA for anti-ecto act reasons. Her dad is technically vlad. Technically….

Jason is confused, but rolls with it until Ellie later goes ‘btw can you tell robin his clones are ghosts in the rehab my cousin Jazz runs? One of them really loves baking and another is herding blob ghosts now. Most of them are ThrivingTM as ghosts and are arguing about names and ranks.’

Jason may be a bit mentally broke after that and miss the ‘since i’m the clone sucess story but my original didnt kill me, he coadopted me’ bit

Bruce is going to be so confused when he finds out his sons dead clones are ghosts and mostly took up mundane obsessions and refuse to chose an Undead Country, often stating ‘i only answer to the Ghost King and his kin’ while leaving random presents for them in Wayne Manor as ‘sorry i tried to kill you, i am doing well dead Dont Enter the Infinite Please’ bribes.

Add on for how other residents handle this. Not sure where Wes falls or Valerie—i see her helping with the borders but idk if she’d do that or be more liminal due to the suit and be working on developing her haunt in Elmerton who absolutely joined in the ‘fuck the US’ state of Not Today Satan.

Any idea on where everyone’s vigilante ID in gotham would fall? As Knights are nobility, but would Batman be the only one knighted or would there be multiple, and would Lady Gotham be the technical Queen who lets bruce “prince of gotham” handle most things as she deals with the ecto structure and keeping her liminals safe.

Would gotham and amity join the olympics, or be excluded on an anti-meta policy or other BS?

*slams the door open, eyes manic* Sovereign State!

A Sovereign State: "International law defines sovereign states as having a permanent population, defined territory, a government not under another, and the capacity to interact with other sovereign states."

The USA already HAS several that exsist within its boarders? And there was that Gay Island of Australia (no really, look it up.) There is a LONG history of humanity going "well fuck you too then, I'm leaving. But also I refuse to leave. I am METAPHORICALLY leaving." *leaves your country and makes their own*

And??

Where's the FUCK were you? Mr. President? During that INVASION by Pariah Dark??

No, really. Social contracts, my dude. That is WHY you have AN ARMY. For INVADING FORCES.

You ALSO have declared us, your citizens, non-sentient and stripped of us our Constitutional Rights WITHOUT hearings, studies, or any due processes. Not to mention just desecrating the dead like it's NOT a well known religious and moral taboo. AND attacking out dead family members! The list goes on!

Why do we pay you taxes, if YOU are the active threat to us AND you offer us no social services?? You've all but cut Amity off anyway!

.......*Takes our ball and goes home* FUCK IT.

They are literally Limnals. It's a TOWN OF METAS. Can you honestly tell me that they WOULDN'T look at the Ecto-Acts and just think: "Yeeeeeah, how about No. Hard Pass."

You can have your INCREDIBLY stupid and offensive law. In OUR country, that's illegal. "We can't do that?" Yes. We can. We informed you in a Formal Document, which you received, you had the opportunity to STOP us, you did or could not, AND we got Regonized by another government.

It's a Ghost Goverment. We, the city state of Amity, were recognized by like... going on 23 at this point. We have a list. All Ghost Goverments, too. Sucks for you that you don't recognize those, they've decided not to recognize YOURS back until you do.

Politics, baby~

Aaaw D:> Does the Upset Baby wanna call, Superman? Boo Hoo. Somebody's forgetting the Justice League serves EARTH, not AMERICA. Suck on a lemon and die mad about it. Better not come back as a Ghost though! Your Goverment will declare you a lab specimen!

Now if you'll excuse us, WE have interplanetary trade routes. Because WE can use alien tech from our Ghost Buddies. And the Fenton Anti-Creep Barrier means you can't do SHIT. So *large crowd of teenagers making rude noises at frustrated government officials*

*Justice Leauge taking picture in the background* You're doing great sweeties! Aquaman is? So proud of the younger generation? They really are the future, you guys. Can he come in?

Oh of COURSE, your Majesty! *somehow ONLY Aquaman is able to get past the barrier, much to the impotent fury of the GIW and various officials*

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[user21340]

the world in her arms

(i don’t own this gif or characters used in this fic)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: you and natasha have always had quite a flirty and sarcastic relationship. both of you develop feelings for one another but you both are clueless to what the other feels until nat gets jealous and says something hurtful to you. will you make up (or out)?

warnings: minor angst, fluff, swearing, and a mention of death.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: omg thank you so much for 57 followers love you all 💕. sorry for the lack of content i didn’t know what to write and had almost no new ideas. also i’m a youngin and worked my first 8 hr day yesterday so your girl was exhausted and i have finals coming up soon. k thank you for coming to my ted talk, enjoy!

also this song doesn’t relate to the story at all but it’s underrated imo and also sorry for the weird pov changes throughout the story.

“Hey y/l/n! Where are you headed?” Natasha yells from the kitchen while I’m standing in the living room on our shared floor.

“Wouldn’t you like to know Nat.” I say with a smirk.

“Yeah matter of fact I would.” she retorts.

“Chill, I’m just headed to train some recruits with Clint. But don’t miss me too much, I'll be back in a few hours, Natty.” You blow a kiss her way, and she just rolls her eyes partially from the kiss and the use of her nickname but you see a faint pink tint sitting atop of her cheeks before she turns away.

I’ve been training these recruits with Clint for a couple hours and my session is nearing an end. Something I’ve picked up on today is how touchy and how dumb these recruits are acting just for me to correct their form. I don’t have time for this shit I think as this girl has me correct her jab form for what has to be the fifth time this hour.

Non readers pov

Natasha actually does start to miss you because of how bored she is due to the larger training room being occupied for these recruits. She heads down to see if you are wrapping up yet and see if you’d like to grab dinner with her somewhere. She arrives at the training room and heads to the back room where there is a large one way mirror. Natasha, having nothing better to do, watches Clint and yourself interact with these seemingly clueless recruits.

Minutes pass and Natasha honestly likes seeing your frustration every time a recruit asks you a stupid question or something you’d already answered for the hundredth time this session. That is until she sees this handsy recruit keep asking you to correct your form which she sees you fake a smile at and happily correct it. As if Natasha isn’t jealous already she sees you release a genuine large laugh at something a recruit says. Not being able to withstand witnessing anymore of this behavior from you directed towards anyone else except her. Natasha then storms off into the living room.

Readers pov

I was nearing the end of this session when a recruit comes up behind me and asks, “Soooo, is it true that you and Clint are like a thing?” he asks with no trace of humor or sarcasm on his face. I just bust out laughing because one, everyone or at least almost everyone who knows about The Avengers knows that I’m 100% only interested in women and two, CLINT? I mean he is a great guy and all but I’ll never forget the time I went into a diner to have breakfast with him and the waitress assumed he was my grandfather.

twenty long minutes later...

The living room is lively and everyone seems to strike up a conversation with one another. I decide to strike up a conversation with Natasha who is weirdly acting cold all of a sudden.

“Oh my god! You know what I just remembered the other day? My mom used to-“

“Shut up, y/n/n. I don’t care and I don’t think anyone does at the moment.” she exclaims with a small smirk thinking you’ll detect her harsh-morbid sarcasm.

“Oh.” you choke out, “It’s getting pretty late I-I better head to bed” my voice cracks as I mutter a small, ‘asshole’ agony laced in my voice blinking the hot tears away. I start walking towards my room but it slowly turns into a jog, then sprint. Anything to get to my room and release my sadness.

Non readers pov

The room is frozen. Everyone is staring at Natasha.

“I care.” Wanda states heading to your room because she knows you shouldn’t be alone right now.

“Jesus Nat, that was awful. You know you’ve fucked you when even I say it’s bad. Poor girl’s mom passed when she was around 10.” Tony deadpans.

“Oh my god, what have I done?” Nat says burying her head into her hands.

“I’m not too sure how you’re gonna get out of this one Nat, but you’ve gotta fix this.” Sam says.

Wanda reaches your room and hears loud yet muffled sobs while standing in the hallway. She can feel your grief rippling through her body. The only heartache she can relate to is the moment she lost Pietro which is more than an average person should feel. She knocks on the door softly yet hard enough to alert you of her presence.

Readers pov

I hear three soft knocks on the door. I quickly silence my cries and assume it is Nat. I then clear my throat as the knocking continues and muster up enough energy to speak,

“Go away” into my pillow loudly. The knocking stops but I don’t hear anyone walk away just yet.

“Y/n/n, it’s Wanda. Can you let me in please, so we can talk?” she asks, I stand up while groaning and walk towards the door. I unlock it and open it just a crack to make sure she is alone and not with a certain someone. It is pretty short-lived as Wanda pushes the door open the rest of the way.

“Oh hon, I’m sorry.” She says as she wraps me into a tight hug after closing the door behind her. I crumble into her embrace as she rubs small circles on my back. Wanda has always been such a calming figure in my life since I met her, a major part being that she can feel almost all of my anxieties that try to drown me throughout a day. She also knows how it feels to be alone which allows her to relate to my feelings, so she knows just how much missing someone who is gone for eternity hurts.

We hug for what feels like minutes but when I take a quick glance outside my window it is dark out.

“Is it true?” I rasp.

“What?” she counters.

“Y’know that no one cares. All I wanted to do was share a memory that I remembered of myself with my mom and as you know it isn’t too often that I remember these types of things and when I do I love sharing them, so she won’t ever be forgotten. It just hurts so much to be shut down talking about something you truly care about by someone you care about.” I explain while Wanda looks at me with the softest eyes I’ve ever seen while nodding her head slightly.

“Now that is the most ridiculous thing I���ve ever heard. I care and everyone in this compound cares about what you have to say as well as what you are feeling. You know how Natasha can be sometimes with the insensitive comments she makes before realizing what she’s doing.”

“I know but that doesn’t give her the right to j-just say stuff like that. I get how full our relationship is with banter and sarcastic comments but I really thought she was starting to like me.” I frown as Wanda just nods. That’s when exhaustion hits me like a truck.

“Wands, before I ask you this just know you can decline.” I give her a minute to protest, but she says nothing. ” Can you sleep with me?” Wanda’s eyes widen,

”Y/n/n I don’t think that is a good id-“ I realize what I just said and cut her off before things get even more uncomfortable. “Nonono, Wanda, like lay down with me not any of that gross stuff. Ew.” Wanda’s features fill with relief, and she chuckles at my childish comment about sex.

“Of course I will! You just may want to word it a little different next time.” she chuckles as you hide your face with embarrassment. We both get settled on the bed and I feel her two arms pull me towards her and I snuggle closer.

Non readers pov

Wanda slowly gets out of bed after she is sure you are fast asleep and sets off to find Nat. When she does she sees that Nat had barely moved from where she last saw her still with her face in her hands.

“Nat. I know you think you really screwed up, which you did, but it’s y/n/n. You can’t go on without telling her how you feel about her.”

“Wanda, you can’t just look in my mind! We’ve talked about this!”

“Romanoff you know I’m one to keep my promises, so I’d never look without your permission. Maybe if you turned down the volume of your thoughts a few decibels I wouldn’t have heard anything. Also, are you ready that oblivious to the fact the whole team knows you two are like little lovesick puppies for one another when you two aren’t attached by the hip.” she explains, “Now, stop moping around and apologize at least.”

“You’re right, Wands, wish me luck. I hope she can forgive me.”

Natasha gets up and races towards your room. She didn’t want to wait so long to talk to you and apologize, but she thought you wouldn’t want to speak to her after what she’d said.

Similarly, to Wanda’s entrance, Natasha softly knocks on your door enough to wake you even out of your semi-deep sleep.

Readers pov

I jump at the knocks on the door and am confused to see Wanda is no longer beside me.

“Wanda you don’t have to knock, you know that.” I sigh out.

“It isn’t Wanda.” a voice you are able to recognize as Nat sheepishly speaks.

“Oh, what do you need?” I ask, all the heartbreak and ache coming back when I hear the voice I’m usually excited to listen to, as if her speech is my favorite song.

“Can we talk? I need to apologize.”

“Sure,” I softly reply.

Non readers pov

Nat opens the door once she has your permission and sees your usual strong, confident frame look small and fragile. Her heart breaks at the sight of you so broken and in pain because of her own actions. Not to mention your tear stained cheeks when you look towards her. It is silent for a minute or so before you throw your head back onto your pillow staring at the ceiling. This awakens something in Natasha for an unknown reason.

Readers pov

“Y/n, I am so sorry. I know that sorry doesn’t cut it for the amount of hurt I’ve caused you all because I was jealous but I hope we can rebuild what we had but it totally is okay if you don’t want to even though I would love another chance with yo-“

“Nat, calm down. I’m not going to sit here and say I’m fine with what you said because truth be told I love sharing memories of my family when I remember them with you. Not only because I trust you but because I think I care for you and love you more than friends should. I just hope what you said is meaningless or else that is when we can’t rebuild what we had.”

“No y/n/n, I didn’t mean any of it. It was just in the heat of the moment because I saw you laughing at something a recruit said when I was going to ask you if you wanted to go get dinner with me. So, I stormed off like a child and said hurtful things to mask my selfishness because I want you to be mine and mine only.”

“Oh my god Nat. You can’t be serious, I was laughing at something a recruit said because he assumed Clint and I were going out.” Nat bursts out laughing.

“See? Anyone who was told that who knew me would just die of laughter on the spot.” I say as I glance her way while patting the place beside me on my bed. She accepts.

“So you actually like me?” you hopefully ask.

“Possibly depending on if those feelings are reciprocated.”

“They are.” I say.

“Good. Can I also say how sorry I am for saying that to-“ I cut her off but placing a quick peck to her soft lips.

“Uh, uh, uh” I tut, “I don’t want to hear any more apologies come out of that mouth. Could you just hold me?” Natasha is still dumbfounded by the little kiss.

“Of course.” Nat complies pressing your back to her front as she wraps her long toned arms around your frame. I hum at the contact.

At this moment Nat realizes there is no place she’d rather be as she feels like she has the world in her arms.