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inknopewetrust · 4 years ago

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Manipulate Me

Summary: As Peter travels Europe as a normal kid, the world’s peril throws a wrench in his plans. With you by his side chaperoning the trip as an undercover S.H.I.E.L.D agent, the mysterious introduction of Quentin Beck leaves you breathless.

Pairing: Quentin Beck/Mysterio x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: None!

A/N: Thanks so much for requesting this @mrs-blooooom ! I had a great time writing for Quentin Beck again. For context, reader is Peter’s older sister but also happens to be a shield agent (it was the easiest route of explanation as to why she would be meeting with Fury and Maria Hill). Requests are currently OPEN and you can check out who I write for in my request guidelines tagged in my bio. Thanks for reading! :) *gif not mine* I do not own any of the dialogue from the film.

“May-”

“-And don’t forget the passports! Oh! The passports!”

“May!”

May stopped scrambling around the apartment only to find that you had the two passports already in your hand. The tired aunt pushed her disheveled hair out of her face, pushing her glasses back up her nose, and slowly calming down. It was fine... Peter had you, Peter had all his friends, Peter would be fine in Europe.

“Everything is going to go fine. I’ll be with him at all times and if he decides to wander off and do his Spiderman stuff––well then I’ll just have to call in some Avengers to stop him.”

“I trust that you’ll be able to keep him out of trouble if it comes down to it.” May picked up Peter’s suitcase off the floor and listened to his heavy footsteps draw down the hallway and into the living room where you had gathered with her.

“All ready?” He asked with those inquisitively wide eyes that reminded you so much of your mom. May handed him the suitcase but not before capturing the boy in a tight hug. Her “motherly” instincts grew since she returned from the blip. It was strange without the two of them. You, stuck here in New York without a leader in either Fury or Tony and the remaining members of S.H.I.E.L.D, Avengers and then the developed Sword, were left to pick up the pieces and build a life without them. That was the most difficult part.

“Promise me that you won’t get into any trouble?” May asked Peter who in reply rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“It’s just a school trip. Besides, Y/n is going to be there and I’m sure she’s told you a million times that she can keep me in check.” You smacked the side of his head but he just ignored you and turned to the door, opening it with a rough pull with his spider-y force.

“We’ll see you in a few weeks, May!”

If you were able to take back all the words you said and never go to Europe, you would ask Stephen Strange to reverse time.

Venice was a mess. The water-creature-man-thing...? had erupted the small city into a chaotic terror with locals and terrified students trying to find cover. Peter was somewhere flying with webs while another hero whom you had never seen before was assisting him. After a few minutes of trying to guide a group of students to safety, you secured cover underneath an awning in front of a store.

“Ms. Parker! What do we do!?” Flash was almost in tears from fear which you couldn’t help but judge. It was water? the kid survived Thanos’ snap so he could survive this. Not to mention Fury would have your ass if any of the kids died on your watch.

Out of nowhere the ground started to fill up with water and cracking of concrete or bricks began echoing throughout the small courtyard you trapped them all in. The green man came swooshing in with a cloud of smoke, almost like an illusion, and stopped the water with the sheer force of his magical abilities. The creature reformed into what looked like a water man and the green man dodged the attack with made the sound of bricks tumbling increase in intensity. Suddenly, the tower to your right began crumbling and you pulled as many students as you could closer to the building you sought shelter next to.

“Get back! Get back!”

“Who is that guy!?” Jason, one of the students shouted out but you couldn’t answer the question because you didn’t know.

“I don’t know, but he’s kicking that waters ass.” Brad voiced exactly what you would have said.

The green man continued to fight the water as the tower crumbled beside you all and then, like the blink of an eye, the monster was gone and the water scattered, soaking your shoes with a safety that was much welcomed. The man landed to sounds of cheering from the students and locals that found themselves in the same spot as you. But something was different.

Maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t see his face, or maybe the fact that you had never heard of this hero and you literally worked for the agency that worked with them all. Maybe he wasn’t from this world? Space? Another universe? You could have sworn that you heard of the idea of a multiverse.

But maybe it was the fact that beneath all that smoke and mirrors that made up the helmet of the mysterious man, it felt as though when he looked around at his admiring fans, his eyes trained on you, staring through your soul with some feeling that wasn’t welcomed or unwanted either. Intrigue, that’s what it was. And when he flew off, everyone was left with a curiosity that sparked a great debate throughout the entire world. Who was this man?

Well, the T.V. at the hotel identified him as Mysterio. Peter managed to make it back in one piece which you were able to celebrate in a brief moment outside before the voices of interested students and the television interrupted the moment. Betty and Ned were searching every website for some kind of clue but nothing other than what the news reported was to be taken as fact. It wasn’t aliens, it wasn’t witches, it was just another hero.

So that was what you went with. That was until you opened your door to Fury sitting in a chair next to the window.

“Oh my God!” You shrieked and Fury laughed, laughed, at you.

“You scare too easy.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in spa-”

The slight reveal of a green hand made you shut up. "Fury” tilted his head with a slight “Ah, well.”

“Is this about that Mysterio guy?”

“We’ve got him at a site. Says he’s from another Earth and that these creatures destroyed his own and intend to destroy this one too.”

“Another Earth? So, the multiverse.. it’s real?”

“Fury” didn’t respond to that, but he simply rose and gestured over his shoulder to the window.

“There is a car outside. Go and wait in it while I go get Peter. The big man told me I need to scare the kid.” You smiled at the thought as the man left to go retrieve your brother.

You had been part of the world of superheroes far longer than Peter had. You had been there when Loki first attacked New York way back when and that seemed like so many years ago. With the blip, it seems like an entire eternity. Nick never let you in on his secrets of his relationship with Carol Danvers, but you had met the Skrulls when you went on a mission three months ago to visit Monica Rambeau in space. Unlike her, you weren’t blessed with some badass powers, though she didn’t always have them.

Peter looked terrified walking out to the car and when he saw you inside, he breathed a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t be alone. The site of S.H.I.E.L.D in Italy wasn’t far from where you had all taken up residence for the last day or two, but it was secluded, down in the catacombs of old buildings that no one would suspect. It reminded Peter of a Mission Impossible movie that you had watched with him before the two of you left for Europe, he felt more like a spy than a superhero in that moment.

As you walked behind the two down the long corridors of the abandoned treasure that was used as a make-shift S.H.I.E.L.D, you were surprised to see Maria at a computer, though now knowing about Fury, you were sure it wasn’t even her. The center of the room was filled with scattered agents who you weren’t familiar with and then a projection in the middle of the room, along with the man without the helmet.

You weren’t one for fawning over men. Jesus, you worked with Thor sometimes and while you were aware of his Godly looks, you never gawked. But this man, he wasn’t a God, he was just naturally beautiful. Dark hair, blueish-gray eyes that surely did pierce your soul, and a stature of a man who knew how to carry himself with power in the world. It was like he walked out of your dreams and into reality.

“This is Mr. Beck.” Fury introduced you and Peter to the man. Mr. Beck approached Peter with a small smile and held out his hand. Peter looked nervous but responded with his own shake.

“Mysterio?”

“What?”

“It’s just what my friends were calling you.”

“Well, you can call me Quentin. You handled yourself well out there today. I saw what you did with the tower. We could use someone like you on my world.”

Peter looked puzzled but Quentin looked behind the boy to you. He held out his hand with another smile which you returned. Maybe there was a shock when you touched hands, but you were sure it was just your imagination.

“Y/n Parker, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“It’s good to meet you, Y/n.”

“Likewise.”

Did time rush by faster when you were in the presence of someone you were obviously attracted to? Yes, because before you knew it, the night was over, and Fury was leading you and Peter back out to the car. Peter was absolutely smitten with Quentin and could hardly break conversation. The man gave the attention to Peter like Tony did. It was like life imitating itself in another time. Quentin reminded you so much of Tony. Smooth with words, handsome, gifted in almost an unfair way, and he took an interest in the last piece of close family you had. You wanted nothing more than for Peter to have a figure in his life to give him a positive purpose. With Tony gone, he’s struggled trying to find his niche again.

“See you, kid.” Quentin looked disappointed but hopefully that his and Peter’s paths would cross again one day, even with Peter trying to avoid being identified by his class or the world. At some point, someone would figure it out if they hadn’t already.

“Yeah, see you.” Peter said as he walked out, following Dimitri, who Fury ordered to keep Peter in check with you. You were more than capable of doing it yourself but for some reason, Fury felt the need to send another agent.

“Good luck, Quentin.” You told him and he nodded his head, glancing at the holographic map of Venice next to him.

“I fear I’ll need it. But I’m hopeful that the good luck will be for more than just winning this fight.”

Swoon. That’s what you did for the remainder of the night and into the early morning. You couldn’t sleep a wink after the revelations that Quentin relayed to you and Peter about the elementals. That worried you too. How in the world was Peter supposed to sit by while other heroes with indisposed and couldn’t help? Sam and Bucky were on their own missions, Carole and Monica were off, Stephen and Wanda were no use and Thor was off on his own adventures with that team of riff-raffs from space–you know, the one with the talking tree.

But somewhere in all the jumble of thoughts, the scenery of the canal that had been a scene of something far different, calmed the noise. Enjoy the trip. This was the first time in years that you had traveled for something other than work and yet it was still filling every thought and moment. The thoughts were so loud and invasive that you didn’t register the person coming up to your right, ready to take the bag off your shoulders. You felt the tug and turned around, ready to punch the person but they dogged it, pulling it off your shoulder. It was a game of tug of war for the bag, but the person was strong.

“Let go! I said let go!” You pulled as hard as you could, therefore the bag came flying back to you and its contents spread across the sidewalk. The person glanced at the wallet on the ground and then back at you before you both dove to the ground. They grabbed it first and you tackled them to the ground. Wrestling with grunts and yells, you hadn’t noticed the audience of one that rushed to help. A blast of green light shot the person off of you and you clutched the wallet to your chest tightly, trying to reel in your ragged breath.

“I heard yelling from my hotel...” The hero started only to realize that it was you and with a turn of your head, you had realized it was him, Quentin.

“Oh! Are you alright?” He extended a hand, which you readily took to stand. He then helped collect the scattered items and put them back in the now ripped bag before handing it back to you.

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

“It’s no problem.” There was a brief, awkward lull but you weren’t sure what else to say.

“So, do you always wander around at night in a city you don’t know?” It was an icebreaker, a line that he knew would make you at least chuckle.

“No... I just had a lot on my mind. What you told us in there–it’s a lot of information to retain.”

“I’m sure an agent like you could handle it though.” You smiled bashfully at the compliment. Quentin gestured over his shoulder and shoved his hands in his pockets. You realized he wasn’t wearing his uniform anymore but just a pullover sweater and some dark jeans. How he shot the green light in the first place you didn’t know, but all heroes worked a little differently you suppose.

“Would you like to take a walk? I promise I won’t try to steal your wallet.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” The conversation was so light, and carefree that for the first time in a long time, you felt like a normal person. Quentin returned your cheeky smile and began walking.

“I’m pretty sure a woman like you could figure out who trust and who not avoid. Isn’t that what they train you for? Agents?”

“I suppose so, yes.”

“Can I ask you something?” You asked Quentin and he looked at you with a nod of his head.

“How did you know the elementals would turn up in our Earth?”

“Intelligence. My wife, she had worked for our version of your agency. Before they came to destroy our city, one had already manifested itself in Mexico. It was as if there would be a pattern to follow. So when she passed, I used her intelligence to figure out where they might be, which led me here.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you, it’s been some time now. She would be glad to see Peter helping me, and you helping out with the cause.”

“Peter really took a liking to you. I could see it in the way he could barely contain himself.” You laughed, changing the heavy subject to one more light.

“He’s a good kid. You’re related I assume?”

“My little brother.”

“You should be proud of him. He is doing a lot of good for the world. I just wish he was more confident in his abilities to realize identity protect isn’t everything.”

Quentin was right, it wasn’t everything. But it was more than identity for Peter. It was also no Tony to lead the way, his want to be a normal kid, his need to have friends and well, MJ to like him. But neither of you would know what it was like to be a teen hero, that was a lot of unneeded pressure.

“It seems that I brought you around full circle.” The sound of Quentin’s voice broke the silence and the realization that you were outside the barely standing hotel. You sighed and tugged the bag on your shoulder.

“Thanks for saving the day, Mysterio.”

“Anything to help protect Agent Parker.”

If you hadn’t just met him a few hours ago, you would have asked him to come upstairs but that was far too forward for the world you created for yourself, so you extended your hand as he had earlier.

“May our paths cross again.”

He grasped your hand tightly and agreed.

“Hopefully under better circumstances.”

You watched then as he walked away, unaware of the man underneath the facade of Mysterio. How he already knew who you were, knew all your secrets, and was ready to manipulate you to take down the institution that denied him success so many years ago.

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spacewizardtrek · 4 years ago

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WARNING: This post will ruin you. Like Medusa; look at your peril.

But here is is. It’s the one you’ve all been waiting for.

Kirk bod appreciation #7: The RIDICULOUSLY BEAUTIFUL FACE. A highly technical and academic review.

This is a rather nebulous one. And not, on the face of it (pardon the pun) very philosophical, as it’s essentially about Kirk being stupidly pretty. This post probably will (it will) descend into just screaming and sobbing, but there will be, I promise, *some* meaningful insight into the meaning of ‘beauty’ and textual analysis of its role herein.

Beauty is subjective. But look at him. It’s not just being aesthetic, but it’s the *way* he’s aesthetic. Here I might repeat myself a bit, but stay with me. I may have mentioned before once hearing him described as ‘beautiful in the way women are often described as beautiful’. He is PRETTY. He is indeed often conveyed in the way the women stereotypically (not necessarily rightly) are on screen: perfect, smooth skin; soft, big eyes; luscious lips (his body is sensually curvaceous and furthermore it’s emphasised). He’s not androgynous though. He’s masculine. And yet I still sense what was meant in describing him as ‘beautiful in the way women are often described as beautiful’. He is a rather uncommon form of gender fuckery. He is a form of stereotype-subversion not commonly acknowledged. He seems to be everything at once, ALL THE GENDER; combines whichever traits he desires from those categories, and yet is undeniably a man and masculine whatever the ingredients. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE, one might wonder. The fact of the matter is, that it IS. And it teaches us something.

The FUCK. nO. You are not allowed to be that pretty, and you are NOT allowed to look at her like that. We’re trying to have a SENSIBLE DISCUSSION here.

Sorry, that was a non-sequitur / nothing to do with what we learn by Kirk’s embodiment; I was just ambushed by my own gif. Only the control of a Vulcan. ONLY that could possibly withstand this onslaught. And even that won’t hold up forever AS WE WELL KNOW

God.

This is going well, as you can tell.

OK. So, it’s claimed he has Eyes and Stupidly Long Weakness-Inducing Eyelashes. You know, from all that fanfic that goes on about ‘big, sparkling eyes’ and him fanning his ‘long, copper eyelashes’. I mean, yeah right, tropey mc tropeface -

IT’S TRUE. HE IS LITERALLY AN ANIME PRINCESS.

There are some moments where he just BLINKS and, how to describe it...how does a BLINK have that effect. It’s NOT ALLOWED.

...I’m sorry. It IS allowed. All of it. I am not shaming you your beauty. Never change, Jim. Never.

OK. I’m ok. 3 pics down, we can get through this -

Oh you are joking. Stop.

I don’t understand how anyone can be so beautiful. Life is a lie. Reality is fake -

- you did NOT just turn your big anime eyes on Spock. You do know this is why he ran away to PURGE ALL HIS EMOTIONS?

And for that matter, you know when Kirk looks his most beautiful? Literally WHEN HE’S LOOKING AT SPOCK. Spock talks some bollocks and Kirk just sparkles like a fucking angel:

Unbelievable. But utterly undeniable.

Sigh. Moving on.

Oh - someone once suggested I talk about The Lips. Lips are so wonderful aren’t they. So many wonderful things they can do.

And Kirk’s. They’re there in every picture: perfect, rosy, soft and madness-inducing. My advice is just...don’t think about them. But since I’ve been asked to draw attention to them, well, you’ve just sealed your fate. Scroll down at your peril.

I WARNED YOU.

I am pulling NO punches.

I’ve seen this great meme going around:

Excuse me though....CUTE?

That’s the understatement of the 23rd century.

Try impossibly beautiful, mind and body: heart of solid gold, soul deep in love with you. Those eyes and all their passion burned into your memories a thousand times over, along with - maybe, suggestibly, idk I’m extrapolating from all the goddamn tension - even the one unforgettable time he laid between lily-white sheets and gave himself to you; every gift of the mind, body and soul - and your ostensibly-forced Vulcan conditioning, that completely ignored how incompatible one part of you was with it, caused so much dissonance that you thought the only possible course of action for you both to survive was to BREAK UP, tear yourself from this beauty and love and sweetness to PURGE ALL EMOTIONS because nothing, nothing equipped you for this; you were set up specifically to fail, and fail hard in the face of transcendental love and beauty by those who rejected such things and didn’t understand you and could never imagine this for you and who instead of helping your beautiful neurodivergent brain flourish taught you to repress and caused you pain and shame and Gol was so hard and Kirk was so sad, so very sad and depressed and hurt and yet he couldn’t stop loving you with a bond so strong he called to you across the stars and Gol was all for naught yet you still didn’t know how to live like this, it was torture, torture until the mind meld with the living machine flashed your BIOS and you knew, love.exe was suddenly running with no errors and he came after you and held you and you held hands and, and -

*sobbing*

just...give me a moment

YOU WONDER WHAT THE SUBTEXT (FRIKKIN’ MAIN TEXT) OF STAR TREK: THE MOTION PICTURE WAS ALL ABOUT???

The pain?? The angst?? The two logical entities seeking contact, love, THIS SIMPLE FEELING? That fucking moment when spock walks on the bridge and the only way he can control himself is to be SUPER Vulcan, while his love gazes at him with those EYES, fucking huge and glittering and hurt and loving?? Is it so much a mystery what memories these two are carrying, what’s behind the searing tension???????

Love him. Love him Spock. Take him in your arms and love him. He’s for you. All for you. Fucking hell guys. The fuck. This movie.

ok.

ok I can do this

CAN U NOT

those damn eyes I swear

It’s obviously not all just superficial physical beauty. What IS beauty? Narratively we do sometimes find this ‘prettiness’ enhanced and emphasized like the old vaseline lens to set the tone of a scene (he’s vulnerable and delicate, or someone’s indeed in love with him so we see their ‘lens’ on him); but it is somewhat intangible and nebulous and changeable. I don’t think aesthetic beauty, if one deems it so, on its own, would be enough for the likes of Spock (indeed, no woman could charm him thusly); it's about something deeper. It’s about who he is. Who he is inside: the beautiful AND the imperfect. How his good and bad - how his ‘all’ - chimes with Spock’s 'all’. The Enemy Within deals with this, and shows how Spock loves all of Kirk, wants him complete, with both his light and shadow. The beauty of all of us is this totality and variance, not one intangible quality.

I’ll bet Spock’s parents knew immediately. Can you imagine Sarek trying to be a total bitch over Kirk, having heard the rumours and just wanting to have one more thing to reject Spock over, immediately projecting onto Kirk as some blow-up pretty-boy and how Incredibly More Disappointing My Son Is for being Obviously In Love With Stupid Illogical Human Doll Face Bubble Butt Bimbo Captain, and Amanda’s like, stfu, let me remind you Kirk is actually a Fucking Amazing Highly Decorated Starship Captain who Saves Your Life and don’t you DARE resent him just because he’s got tits/ass/tum/lips that won’t quit and is obviously the freakin’ sun Spock orbits. Mr ‘I married a human but that was special because it was logical’ or some bullshit. How is Kirk an illogical choice? I mean literally, Spock is a Science Genius™ on the federation’s FLAGSHIP whose well-matched Genius Captain™ understands him, accepts him, brings the best out of him, helps him fulfil his whole potential and is in love with him in the deepest and purest way and will be his bonded soulmate for ALL OF TIME and that fucking sour-faced bih at the start of that ep, ffs.

Of course Amanda stays in touch with Kirk, adores the fuck out of him, sends him old Vulcan lit on t’hy’la bonds (yes sarek, a T’HY’LA bond, so revered freakin’ poets write about it) etc because frankly her son could do FAR FUCKING WORSE.

FAR. FUCKING. WORSE.

Don’t...just don’t slip the bod into the equation, the face is enough for one post. We’re all in therapy for this already, let’s not relapse.

Oh, what’s the use. I’m gonna die. This is it. This is like the Monty Python joke that is so funny it kills you. This man is lethal. I need to stop this thread and purge all my emotions

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

That’s it. I’m dead. You’re dead. We’re all dead.

I hope, however, seeing this post was worth it. See you at Gol everyone.

The Forbidden Texts, DO NOT READ:

Kirk bod appreciation #6: The Curves. The Front. The...chest. AND THE AMAZING GREEN WRAP

Kirk bod appreciation #5: The Paws

Kirk bod appreciation #4: The Curves. The Back. Poetry in motion.

Kirk bod appreciation #3: Season 3 (Part 1)

Kirk bod appreciation #2b: The Gluteus Maximus

Kirk bod appreciation #2a: The Gluteus Maximus

Kirk bod appreciation #1: The Tum

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iwritesickfic · 3 years ago

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"i kinda have a crush"

synopsis: Henry has a crush on his roommate's best friend Tom. When he gets sick, he's not sure whether Tom's concern means he feels the same.

Henry doesn't have time for a cold. Especially not now. Finals start next week, and between studying for exams, finishing final projects, and going to class, pretty much all his time is going to be occupied. Today, he woke up with a headache and a sore throat, which he's trying to convince himself is just a product of poor sleep, but deep down he knows is just the beginning of something worse to come.

Now, he's in his room, wrapped in his comforter and highlighting passages in his bio textbook, hearing his roommate Sam and his loud friends watching something equally loud in the living room. It's useless trying to ask them to quiet down - he learned after the sixth or seventh time asking that even though they all seem accommodating, they forget pretty quickly. Normally he'd be able to tune them out, but his steadily worsening headache is making it near impossible.

He gets up and starts pulling on clothes - the walk to the library may be freezing, but at least he'll get some quiet. Leaving his room, he's aware of how pissed off he must look, but he doesn't care enough to feign politeness to Sam and his friends.

He heads to the kitchen and grabs his travel mug - he's going to need coffee if he's going to last at the library. He's just filling it up when he hears a voice behind him.

"Hey! Henry! I didn't know you were home!" It's Tom. He's probably Sam's best friend - at the very least, he's the friend who's over more than anyone else. Henry suppresses a sigh. Tom is the exact kind of guy he doesn't like. Bro-y, athletic, always overly friendly to everyone - it just comes off as phony. It also just so happens that guys like this are always very attractive, and Tom is no exception. He turns around to grab milk from the fridge.

"Hey," he says, trying not to sound as annoyed as he feels.

"If I knew you were here I would've been a little quieter - you have finals coming up too, right?" Tom asks, leaning against the door frame in that way he always does.

"Mmhmm. It's fine. I'm going to the library." Talking to Tom is not helping the throbbing in his head. He starts to add the sugar and milk to his coffee.

"Are you sure? I can ask the guys to quiet down."

"No, it's fine." He snaps the cover onto his coffee and starts toward the door.

"Alright, well have a good day!"

"Thanks, you too." When he closes the front door he sighs, rubbing his eyes. He starts down the stairs. Being around people like that is exhausting on a normal day - Henry's always been quiet. Reserved. With the beginnings of a cold it's almost aggravating.

The frigid air outside makes his throat burn and his eyes water. His nose starts to run too, and he hopes it's just the temperature and not a new symptom. Knowing his luck he's going to be the one annoying person in the library constantly sniffling.

His time at the library is mostly uneventful, apart from going through a pack of travel tissues and getting dirty looks from other students. By the time they're ready to close, he feels significantly worse than he did this morning, but he's finished his biology review and is almost done with a paper for Transformative Design.

The trudge home feels like it takes forever - it's only about a 15 minute walk, but between the cold and feeling like crap it seems neverending. He can hear from the hallway outside the apartment that Sam's friends are still here, which makes him want to tear his hair out.

It's almost midnight when they leave, so it's only about that time he can get to sleep. He has class the next morning at 8, and when he wakes up with his alarm, he knows he's in for a full blown cold. His head still aches, and his sinuses feel sore and swollen. His throat kills too, and he feels shivery, despite the heavy comforter.

He lets himself lie in bed for a while, sniffling and trying to absorb as much warmth as he can from the comforter, before he drags himself up. He immediately pulls on his warmest sweater, even though he's just going to the bathroom. It doesn't help the shivering much, but it's something. He probably looks ridiculous, in just a pair of boxers and his oversized sweater, but he feels so shitty he doesn't really care.

Walking by the couch, he sees Tom asleep, shirtless. His heart flutters - he knew Tom was fit but it was something else to see it. The butterflies are almost annoying. There a million guys on campus, why does he have to get so worked up over this one?

In the shower, he cranks up the heat and lets the steam ease the aching in his sinuses. He's in there for too long, but the thought of having to actually walk to class in the cold makes him reluctant to get out.

He arrives to class a few minutes late - nose still dripping from the cold. Luckily today is just a lecture, but it's a five hour class, and he didn't have time to make any coffee this morning. He brought another little travel pack of tissues, but he's definitely going to have to ration them.

He's still shivering. It's worse after being out in the cold, and even though it should get better over time, nothing changes. He just sits there, achy and shivering and congested and miserable until 10:30, when the professor calls for a 10 minute break. Thank god. He needs coffee. There's a small shop in the building, so he forces himself up and out of his seat - which leads to a few seconds of particularly bad throbbing in his head - and out into the hall.

He almost groans when he sees who's working. Tom. Of course he's been to this little coffee spot a million times and he knows it's where Tom works, but he didn't think he'd have to see him this morning. Part of him is annoyed - he definitely does not have the energy to deal with him at the moment - but another part is a little embarrassed at how awful he must look. Not that he should care what Tom thinks of him, he reminds himself. Regardless, he walks up the counter, half occupied rubbing at his nose with a tissue.

"Hey," he says, and is surprised how congested he sounds. Tom turns, eyes lighting up.

"Hey!" He dims a little when he takes in his full appearance. "You ok?" Henry sniffles.

"Yeah. Fine. Can I get-"

"Large hot coffee, oat milk and sugar, right?" Henry's taken aback.

"Uh, yeah. You know my order?"

"Of course. It's an easy order." He goes about starting to make the drink. "Hope we didn't keep you up last night. I kept telling Sam to shut the fuck up but he doesn't listen to me."

"It's fine. I'm used to it." He sniffles again.

"You sound like you're coming down with something."

"And you sound like my mom." That makes Tom laugh, and again, Henry feels a stirring in his chest. Tom puts the lid on the drink and hands it to him, and Henry tries to hand him the money. Tom shakes his head.

"That's ok - on the house." That draws a little smile out of Henry. Tom smiles back, and for a minute he forgets how shitty he feels. "I hope you feel better."

"Thanks."

He heads back to class and sits down, taking a sip of the coffee. It tastes great, as always when Tom makes it, and the warmth helps to ease the chills at least somewhat. The rest of the lecture is spent half paying attention, and half worrying his sniffling and nose blowing is annoying. When it's finally over, he wants nothing more than to just go home and take a nap, but he has a problem set for calculus due tomorrow that he hasn't even started. So, reluctantly, he makes the trek to the library. He's able to work for most of the day uninterrupted - he's not very hungry, which maybe should be concerning but is convenient nonetheless.

By the time he's done, it's already dark out, and the walk home is brutal. The wind is whipping, and his scarf and hat aren't doing much to keep the cold out. His nose is running like a faucet and the cough he developed over the course of the day drags the cold air even further into his lungs. The coughs hurt, like they come from somewhere deep in his chest, and by the time he gets home his throat is destroyed.

When he gets home, he's glad to see Sam isn't making a racket for once. Still, he knows he's in for a restless night anyway. He puts a can of soup on the stove to heat up while he changes into sweatpants and a hoodie. His reflection in the mirror is definitely a sight - he's flushed from the cold, his hair a mess, and his eyes red rimmed.

He knows he should really fit in some more studying before he calls it a night, but after he picks at his soup and does the dishes, he's ready to fall over, so he just curls up in bed, coughing and shivery, and goes to sleep.

He wakes up a few times in the night coughing, and the soreness in his throat makes his eyes water. He's barely able to drag himself out of bed the next morning. His shivers have become more like shakes, and his cough feels like it never stops. He got a decent amount of sleep, but he still feels totally exhausted - even his muscles are sore.

His classes are a blur - he's too preoccupied with feeling awful to focus, and by the time he's done at 6, all he wants to do is go home and sleep until tomorrow morning. But, he knows he has to get at least one assignment done. After tomorrow, he'll have the whole weekend to relax. Not totally, but still.

Just the assignment tonight, classes tomorrow, then he can finally get some rest. The library probably isn't a good choice - his cough is too distracting, and he knows the walk home later will be torture. So instead, he goes back to the apartment. The cold air always exacerbates the cough, so the whole way home he's hacking, his nose running like a faucet. His ribs have started to hurt from all the coughing.

He almost wants to cry when he gets home and hears the sound of Sam and his friends in the living room. Why tonight of all nights? He trudges into his bedroom and changes - he's started to feel warm, which is a relief after feeling so cold all the time, but now it's becoming a both too warm and too cold feeling, so he tugs on his sweater and a fresh pair of boxers.

He starts to work on the physics problem set - there are only three problems total, but each of them usually take an hour at least, and that's when he's not feeling like death. He works for a while, but it's only when he starts to feel lightheaded he realizes he hasn't eaten yet today.

So, he heads into the kitchen and rummages around for a can of chicken noodle. He finds it, but he's too weak and shaky to work the can open right. He tries for a good three minutes before he feels a lump form in his throat.

"Hey, do you want some help with that?" He turns to see Tom standing in the doorway. Self consciously, he sniffles and clears his throat.

"Uh, y-yeah, that would be great." Tom smiles softly and walks over, making quick work of the can. Henry expects him to just go back into the living room, but he grabs the pot from the cabinet and turns on the stove.

"You've got quite a cough there." Henry feels himself blush. They all must be able to hear him from his room.

“Sorry, I-”

“Hey, no, no don’t be sorry. We make enough noise, you’re allowed to be sick.” He pours the soup into the pot and starts to grab spices from the shelf.

“I’m not sick.” Henry isn’t sure why he’s being so defensive, but Tom doesn’t challenge him, just smirks.

“Well whatever it is, it sounds brutal.” He shakes a few of the spices into the soup, stirring slowly.

“I’m ok. Really.” There’s a bit of an awkward silence before someone calls Tom from the other room. He looks a little dismayed, but puts on a smile.

“Feel better, ok?” He rests his arm on Henry’s upper arm, giving him a soft smile, before heading back into the living room. And there’s that fluttering in his chest again.

On his way back to his room, he catches a bit of a conversation.

“I think we should go out.” That’s Tom’s voice.

“Nah dude, it’s freezing.” That’s Sam.

“C’mon, let’s go. It’ll be fine.”

“Alright, whatever.”

Henry smiles to himself. Maybe it’s reaching to think Tom did that specifically for him, but part of him really hopes he did.

The rest of the night is blissfully quiet, apart from his incessant cough. By the time he’s finished with the last problem, it’s midnight, and the world is swimming. He’s never been happier to lie down. But, it’s short lived. Despite being exhausted, his cough and what he suspects is a fever are making it all but impossible to sleep. He drifts in and out of half-sleep, sometimes too hot, sometimes too cold. Luckily his class isn’t until the afternoon, but he spends the whole morning much like the night before. When he finally gets up, he feels truly ready to fall over. His headache is horrendous, throbbing and pounding at the slightest provocation. His sinuses are still swollen, along with his poor throat that makes him wince with every swallow. The cough is the same if not a little worse, except now it sends cramping pain through his ribs.

On the walk to class, he just keeps repeating the same idea in his head. Just three hours, then you can rest. The class is truly a blur, but the walk home is too unpleasant to tune out. Once again, the freezing temperature isn’t any help, and forcing his aching body to walk through the snow gets harder with every step.

He turns the corner for the front door of his building, and a wave of relief washes over him. But, he’s confused when he sees someone standing near the buzzer. He’s even more confused when he realizes it’s Tom.

“Hey, uh, Sam isn’t here. He’s gone for the weekend.” He says, embarrassed at how thready and weak his voice sounds. Tom turns, looking confused.

“Why are you out here? It’s freezing.” He says, and Henry isn’t sure whether it’s the fever that’s keeping him from putting the dots together or this just doesn’t make sense.

“Sam isn’t upstairs,” he repeats, and Tom sighs gently.

“I’m not here to see Sam.” It still isn’t clicking. “C’mon, let’s go inside.”

“Ok…” He unlocks the door and clumsily shakes the snow off his boots before getting into the elevator. Tom follows, and Henry figures someone else must be in the building that Tom wants to see, but Tom follows him right to the door. Henry sighs and rubs his eyes. “Tom, what do you want?”

For the first time, it looks like Tom might actually be nervous.

“I came to check up on you.” Henry suddenly feels a strange bundle of emotions unfurl in his stomach.

“Oh,” is all he can manage to get out. Tom bites his lip.

“Is that ok?”

“Yeah! Yeah, it’s fine, uh…” He takes a deep breath, but breaks into a fit of coughs before he can speak. He feels a steady hand on his back. After he’s done with the fit the world swims, and there’s a hand on his shoulder.

“Let’s go inside so you can sit down, ok?” Henry just nods, and after a few moments of struggling to fit the key into the lock, Tom does it for him. Immediately, he strips off his scarf and coat and practically collapses onto the couch, pulling off his boots. He leans back into the cushions, closing his eyes.

“Fuck…” he breathes, and he hears Tom laugh quietly. When he opens his eyes, he sees Tom sitting in front of him on the coffee table, still looking nervous. “Why would you wanna check on me?”

“Well you didn’t seem so good last night, and I wanted to make sure you were ok. Even though you hate my guts,” he says with a smile. He starts to rummage through his backpack, and pulls out a bottle of tylenol and a thermometer, as well as a quart container of soup.

“I don’t hate your guts,” Henry says quietly, and Tom gives him another smile.

“Well that’s good to hear.” He leans forward and starts to move his palm toward his forehead, but hesitates. “Is this ok?” Henry nods, and sighs when he feels the cool palm on his overheated skin. He moves his hand to his cheek. “Jesus, you’re really burning up.”

He lets out another volley of coughs, and Tom rubs his back again. It feels nice, but it doesn’t make the confusion go away. For now though, he’s happy to just be looked after.

“Here.” Tom slips the thermometer under his tongue, brushing some of his hair away from his face. When it beeps, he takes it out. “102. Not so bad.” Henry has a feeling he’s saying that more for his benefit than his own. “You want me to grab you some more comfortable clothes?” Henry just nods, and Tom smiles in return. “Alright.”

He gets up and walks into the bedroom, leaving Henry alone on the couch, finally giving him a moment to process all of this. Why on earth would Tom care about him? They’re not really friends, are they? And Tom was straight, wasn’t he? And even if he wasn’t, there’s no way he’d actually like Henry of all people. And did Henry even like him? Sure, he’s sweet and funny and impossibly hot, but he’s friends with Sam. And he’s on the soccer team. And he’s so outgoing and friendly all the time, wouldn’t that get annoying?

He almost doesn’t notice when Tom gets back.

“Here you go. You want me to go in the kitchen while you change?” He hands him the clothes, and Henry bites his lip.

“If you want to.” Is that a weird answer? Tom smirks.

“I’m fine if you’re fine.”

Henry starts to take off his shirt, but he’s so shaky and uncoordinated, Tom has to help him, which probably killed any romance the situation offered, he thinks. The clean fabric feels nice against his feverish skin. The pants go the same way, and he didn’t realize how uncomfortable he was until now.

“Here, lean your head back,” Tom says, and he does. Tom presses a cool, damp cloth to his forehead, and he sighs softly. “That feels good?” He nods. There’s a few moments of silence while he just relaxes into the feeling. Then, he sits up straight.

“Why are you doing all this?” Tom looks nervous again.

“You’re my...friend. And I care about you,” he says, and Henry feels his heart sink a little.

“Oh. Ok.” He must sound disappointed, because Tom smiles.

“Hoping for a different answer?” Henry shrugs, and Tom rubs his jaw.

“I mean, it’s a little embarrassing but I used to...have a crush on you. But I think you made it kind of clear you weren’t interested.” Henry can’t hide his confusion.

“I made it clear?” He’s genuinely not sure what Tom is talking about. Sure, he’s never out right flirted with him, but he always thought he was straight anyway.

“Just...one word answers to everything, always seeming like you had somewhere else to be - it’s fine. I don’t know why I even brought it up. You want some soup?” Henry just nods, and Tom smiles. “Ok, sounds good.”

He heads into the kitchen, and Henry’s mind runs a mile a minute. There’s no way he’s telling the truth right? But why would he lie? He comes back through the doorway and leans against the frame.

“It’s on the stove, just have to wait a few minutes. You feeling ok?”

“Yeah, uh...I wanna tell you something.” Henry doesn’t know how he can make leaning against a doorframe look so good.

“Shoot.”

“I kinda had a crush on you too. Or...have.” He can feel himself blushing. Tom laughs.

“You have a really funny way of showing it.” He’s beaming, and it makes Henry smile too.

“Well it’s not my fault you’re so annoying,” he says, and Tom walks back over to the coffee table and sits down. Tom’s hand rests on his forehead, then makes its way down to his cheek. It feels so steady. Stable.

“I’m not the one that got themself sick with pneumonia because I wouldn’t miss a class, am I?” Without thinking, Henry wraps his arms around him as tight as he can - which isn’t very tight, but still. He buries his face in the crook of his neck and takes a deep breath. Tom rubs his back gently.

“Thank you, for doing all this,” he whispers, and Tom squeezes him a little bit tighter.

“Anytime.”

#my writing #oc henry #oc tom #two more boys pining for each while one has a cold what's new?

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cutie1365 · 4 years ago

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A Kid from Queens Part 20

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Info: CA: Civil War Era. Tony Stark enlists his daughter to find the web slinging spider in Queens.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Language

A/N: For my sweet, sweet anon- Happy Birthday my love! This is for you, as you wish.

Any and all feedback is much appreciated!

Masterlist linked in my bio. Taglist in the reblog.

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With the gala a little more than a week away, you began to make your preparations. You’d already gotten your dress and had it fitted with your tailor. That left Peter. It wouldn’t be a stretch for you to assume that he’d never been to a gala before. Meaning most likely, he also didn’t have a suit. Or one that wasn’t a hand-me-down.

Of course, you’d already picked out the perfect Tom Ford black suit for him. You were the one that invited him and wanted him to come, the least you could do is get him a nice suit that he can wear for years to come. For that to happen, it would have to be tailored to perfection, and luckily you knew just the place.

Yes, you already had all of his measurements from his Spider-Man suit so you could just give them that, but where’s the fun in that? Everyone deserves a private audience with the best tailor in New York at least once in their life. The thrill of almost being impaled with tiny pins is completely worth the reward of having something made so perfectly for you. To have an item that no other person owns, and only fits you. Your body gets to be the canvas that the garment is painted on.

You’d already made the appointment when you texted Peter.

Are you free after school today?

Nearly an hour later, in what you suspected was a passing period, you got a reply.

Yeah, why?

You smirked as you typed your response, you wanted this to be a surprise.

You’ll see ;)

Peter shook his head with a smile at your cryptic message, if he knew one thing, it was to always expect the unexpected from a Stark.

As the final bell rang, he leisurely made his way from his locker out to the entrance of the school. He walked absentmindedly, hands in his pockets before he looked up and his eyes grew wide.

On the street in front of the school, you were leaning against your convertible. Sunglasses on, arms crossed as Flash stood before you. Your body language was a clear indication that you weren’t amused with Flash’s feeble attempts to flirt with you.

As you looked up and your eyes met with Peter's, a smile spread across your face as you wiggled your fingers in a wave. Flash whipped around to see what, or rather who, had drawn your attention.

“Penis Parker, your ride’s here.” Flash teased as Peter approached the car. You slowly lifted your sunglasses to the top of your head.

“You know Flash,” You took a long breath, drawing out your words, “For a straight guy, you really love to talk about Peter’s dick.”

Laughter erupted around you from the small crowd of Flash’s cronies that had gathered to watch him shoot his shot with a Stark. You lowered your sunglasses as you held your smirk, Flash’s face turned beet red and he stormed off with a huff.

“I think that was the greatest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” Peter beamed, a giddy smile on his face. You walked around the hood of the car and hopped back into the driver seat.

“I was just stating a fact,” You chuckled, “Hop in.”

Peter did as instructed, closing the door behind him. You kicked the car into drive and sped off.

“Did Flash ask why you were here?” Peter asked curiously, and you nodded in response.

“I told him Tony Stark needs Peter’s help on a project for his internship and asked me to pick him up right away,” You smirked, “That shut him up.”

Peter chuckled, imagining the look on Flash’s face when he realized that Peter wasn’t making any of this Stark Internship stuff up, and that Tony Stark actually knew who he was.

“So where are we really headed? Your text was very mysterious.” He smiled, you turned to face him once you’d reached the stop light.

You lifted your glasses and smiled at him, your eyes meeting. You couldn’t believe the two of you were here like this. A month ago you weren’t even speaking, and as much as that broke your heart it was worth it. The hiding and sneaking around was worth it to be here now with him, driving around New York with the top down, not caring who saw you.

You reached to take his hand, giving it a squeeze. Peter leaned closer to you and you met him halfway, your lips meeting for a moment in a chaste kiss.

A honk from the car behind you forced you apart as the light turned green.

“Let’s get a move on!” The driver yelled.

“We’re having a moment here!” You yelled back, earning a middle finger in response as you took your foot off the break.

“I love this fucking city,” You laughed, and Peter joined in.

“Are you gonna answer my question or am I supposed to guess?” Peter smirked, his hand still in yours.

“Queens.” You answer, glancing at Peter and seeing him raise a brow, “We’re going to a gala, and you need a suit. We’re going to my tailor.”

“So does that mean I get to see your dress?” He wiggles his brows, causing you to laugh.

“No, it’s a surprise.” You shook your head, using the heel of your hand to turn the steering wheel, taking you onto the Queensboro bridge. The first place you’d met Peter. If your father hadn’t enlisted you to find the webslinger, you would have never met him. Or maybe you would have. Maybe you were destined to meet and no matter what path you followed it would always lead to him.

“Where is this gala again?” Peter asked after a moment, he had been glancing out the car at the bridge. You wondered if he was also thinking about your chance encounter.

“Inside Belvedere Castle in Central Park.” You answer, it had recently reopened but you’ve never been to an event inside. It normally housed exhibits or small private parties. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited, and a little nervous. You didn’t want anything to go wrong, you needed a good night, especially considering what had happened last time. You knew you’d be safe with Peter by your side, but you just wanted one smooth night with no heroes required.

“Cool,” Peter nodded, having never been there himself. How he got wrapped up in a life of billionaires and crime fighting, he’d never know.

“So I figured we could get some food after the fitting? And maybe bring May some, because we need to do some schmoozing.” You said, causing Peter to raise a brow.

“Why?” He asked, curiously.

“Soo... they always book rooms in a hotel near the venue for after the gala. They collect the most donations at the bar of the afterparty and this year they picked The Plaza. They gave me a room, so I thought we could stay there, order room service, kinda have a mini vacation.” You explained, hoping this wouldn’t be too much. A gala is one thing, but spending the night in a big fancy hotel is another.

“That sounds amazing!” Peter beamed.

“But,” You said, drawing out the word, “I don’t want May to kill me, so we kinda need her blessing.”

“Yeah that’s a good idea. I don't think she’ll mind.” He said casually.

“I’m prepared with more shoes if she says no,” You laughed, but you weren’t kidding.

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary.” Peter chuckled, shaking his head.

“I don’t know... If my son asked to spend a night in a fancy hotel with his girlfriend I’d be a little hesitant.” You shrugged.

That was the first time Peter had heard you refer to yourself as his girlfriend, and that was the first time you’d said it outloud. You liked the way it sounded, you could get used to that.

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After a fitting full of laughter and you shamelessly checking out Peter’s ass, the two of you were sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner and chatting.

“Hey guys,” May says as she walks in the door, “Oo that smells good.”

“We got you some.” You smile, pointing back to the box on the counter.

“Aw, you guys.” She smiled as she made her way to the kitchen, ruffling Peter’s hair on the way.

“How was work?” Peter asked Aunt May while he tried to flatten his hair.

“Good, good. What are you kids up to?” She asked, taking a bite.

“We were just talking about that charity gala I told you about.” Peter said.

“Oh right, the childhood cancer one.” She nodded, chewing.

“Yeah, so Y/N was just telling me that they gave us a room in the Plaza for that night, but we wanted to make sure that was ok with you first.” He said, and this was the moment of truth.

“I don’t know Peter, let me think about it.” May said, just as you’d suspected.

Peter looked at you, worry evident in his eyes, he wasn’t expecting her to say that. You shook your head in a “don’t worry, I got this, follow my lead” kinda way.

You picked up your phone, and stared at it for a moment, forming your plan.

“Oh shoot,” You muttered, pretending to read and scroll through something on your phone.

“What is it?” Peter asked, looking over your shoulder, seeing the screen was black as you continued to tap on it.

“I forgot I had booked a salon and spa appointment for tomorrow but I have a meeting with the Robotics Board upstate,” You explained, turning and speaking directly to Peter.

“Can you get it moved?” He asked, playing along.

“No, it’s nonrefundable,” You shook your head, and went back to swiping on the blank screen before pretending like a brilliant idea just popped in your head, “Aunt May, why don’t you go?”

“Me?” She asked, surprised.

“I mean, it will just go to waste otherwise and I can’t make it. We’re starting trials on new nano-tech prototypes so it’s probably going to take all day.” You explained. If this whole engineering and CEO thing didn’t work out, you might have to go into acting, because you were killing this.

“Well... I guess if it’s gonna go to waste. I haven’t been to the spa in forever.” May smiled. Hook, line, sinker.

“Perfect, problem solved!” You smiled, and quickly changed the subject back to Peter’s day at school to not seem too suspicious.

Now we wait.

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The three of you talked for hours, about life, about school, about work. It felt good, normal even. Like this was something you could get used to. Peter and his Aunt accepted you so quickly into their world and their lives. You felt like you’ve been doing this for years, like you’ve known each other for years. They didn’t treat you like the daughter of a billionaire, they just treated you like Y/N.

Before you knew it, it was late and about time for you to head home. When you were with Peter time seemed to fly by. You were gathering your things when May spoke up.

“When’s this gala again?” She asked Peter, and you knew your plan was coming to fruition.

“Friday.” He answered.

“The Plaza you said?” She asked, and the two of you nodded in response.

She sighed, knowing you’d both be safe there and it was close to the venue.

“Ok.” She nodded and both of your faces lit up. It worked!

“But no alcohol.” She pointed at both of you with a stern face.

“No alcohol.” You and Peter repeated in unison, nodding along. That wouldn’t be a problem, you’d learned your lesson from last time you were drunk around Peter.

“No drugs.” She maintained her protective stare.

“No drugs.” You both nodded.

So far the bar was pretty low. If it were your father he’d be saying ‘No hacking government agencies, no lazers, and don’t do anything I would do’ which really took a lot off the list.

“And use protection.” May said finally, your eyes going wide. Peter dropped his head into his hands.

“May....” He groaned in embarrassment. You hoped your cheeks weren’t betraying you and turning a bright red. You never expected that to come out of May’s mouth.

“I’m just saying. You’re both adults, I just want you to be careful.” She answered, and you smiled and nodded awkwardly.

“I’ll um, I’ll walk you out.” Peter pointed to the door, and you followed him.

Peter was silent on the trip from the apartment to the elevator.

“Told you we’d need the spa day,” You smirked, trying to cheer him up. He still looked mortified by May’s comment.

“You know, my father would have said something much worse, so you shouldn’t be embarrassed.” You tried, comfortingly grabbing onto his arm.

“I know, I just... I don’t want you to think that’s the only reason I want to go. Especially after what Thomas said-” Peter began to ramble, but you cut him off.

“Hey, hey. I know you Peter. I know you’re not like that. I don’t want you to worry about that. We’re in no rush. It’ll happen when the time is right.” You said, still surprised that clearly what Thomas had said was weighing on him so heavily. You knew he’d said it just to get under Peter’s skin, but you couldn’t let him win.

“Ok.” He nodded, seeming to be convinced by your words as the two of you stepped off the elevator onto the first floor.

“Now we can have a relaxing night out where you don’t have to lie about where you’re going.” You smiled, trying to lighten the mood as you were approaching the door.

“Yeah you’re right, I’m sorry.” Peter shook his head for even bringing up Thomas. You grabbed his arm once more, stopping him from opening the door. He turned back to you, and furrowed his brows slighting in anticipation.

“There’s no need to apologize for caring, Peter. It’s sweet.” You assured him, and he smiled. He bent down to kiss you before leading you out to your car.

“Text me when you get home safe.” Peter instructed as he opened your car door for you, a true gentleman.

“I will, I’ll see you Friday. I actually do have a meeting for the Robotics Board tomorrow. Now I have to go book May a salon and spa appointment. Maybe I’ll throw in a manicure for good measure.” You rambled as you got into the car and started the engine, lowering the window as Peter closed the door.

“You’re gonna spoil her.” He teased, leaning into the open window.

“Who else am I going to spoil? Unless you want some Jimmy Choos and a mani pedi?” You teased back, making Peter chuckle.

“Drive safe.” He kissed you once more before backing up back onto the sidewalk.

“Bye.” You smiled with a wink before pulling out onto the street.

Once you had returned home and gotten into your pjs you raised your phone to take a selfie. Snapping the picture, you sent it to Peter to let him know you’d made it home safe.

Proof of life ;)

Almost immediately you saw the three flashing dots appear as Peter typed his reply.

Cute pjs, goodnight, don’t let the spiders bite.

You chuckled, shaking your head at your phone screen.

I don’t think that’s how the saying goes lol, stay safe on patrols tonight x

Pulling your blanket over yourself as you settled into bed, you heard your phone ding.

I always am ;)

You shook your head, that boy was going to be the death of you.

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averyscarlet-blog · 3 years ago

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Project Clypse

Hello there stranger! If you don’t know who I am, or you’re too lazy to read my name, I’m AveryScarlet! You can simply call me Avery or Av. And if you know me on fanfiction.net, mostly through my works Mercury Alchemist or Final Fantasy Versus XV, welcome! Now, for a while now, I’ve been wanting to write up my own original story. Issue with me, thanks to college in the past, I haven’t properly developed the mindset to write a full-blown novel. I’ve gotten so used to typing up a chapter or two in a month before publishing them that I can’t properly focus as an actual writer should.

As much as I want to focus on writing some of my fanfiction, I can’t because I’m focusing on studying for NCLEX. So if you’re waiting for the next chapter for FF Versus XV... It’s almost done! It’s just gonna take a while. But as you can see below, I’ve been working on something else. I’m sure you’re confused as to who these characters are in the chat and why I’m pushing so many out. Well. I’ll tell you. This is my way of practicing for a story I’ve been... REALLY wanting to write for a long time. It doesn’t have a definite name, so I’m calling it Project Clypse. Which partially comes from the group my main characters are in.

Now, I thought of writing up their character bio’s but..... I’m not really that good at it as I used to be. I used to for when I was active in RP’s but I’m so rusty that I doubt I can keep up with whomever I’m chatting with. So, I’m just summarizing certain details you need to know about them! Not all of it because that'd be spoiling the story of every character. Now, with all that’s said and done, let me start explaining key points of Project Clypse.

Premise/Background

The story is centered on a world called Avarus, which you can say is sort of like Earth, except it was made with someone else's version of life. Or, it used to be. Avarus is one of the few remaining worlds that has an active patron God, who has chosen to go under the alias Belial. The world was originally created and governed by another, Belial’s younger sister, Soleil. After Avarus’ creation, and the birth of man, she was killed by an unknown assailant. But before she died, she was cursed to experience an endless cycle of death and rebirth into various random worlds. She will live a short mortal life, then die from either natural or unnatural causes.

According to Belial, this curse is bestowed only to Celetials who have performed a dire sin. While there is no definite way to lift the curse, Belial hopes that by locating and retrieving her while she's still alive, or at the very least obtain her soul, then he could find the proper means to spare his sister of her cursed fate and return Avarus's true patron Goddess. Because of her demise, life on the planet started to decay. To prevent its destruction, Belial forced the planet to stop rotating, hoping to delay it long enough for him to find Soleil.

However, there were dire consequences to this act. His actions indirectly causing the world to cease rotating; time became non-existent as a result. This, inevitably, killed off most of the remaining life in the world due to the imbalance of the ecosystem as one half of the planet became stuck in perpetual darkness, and the other being dried up caused prolonged exposure to the sun's light.

The only life that Belial was able to salvage was her sisters creation; humanity. Those that survived after the planet ceased its rotation found themselves unable to age. They can still die, but their bodies will no longer decay. During the first Century since Soleil’s death, the God went through various countermeasures to keep the world and the life still inhabits it safe until he can find his sister.

However, a strange plague began to manifest. Soon, it began to devour most of the remaining populace, creating a dark entity in the process; the Astrals (will explain in a different section).

While Belial was successful in wiping out the infected, the God realized that he cannot keep the last remnants of humanity safe. Not while there are still Astrals lurking about. So he put them to sleep, sealed them in a place that only he knows. However, because of the sudden absence of time and life, the world began to deconstruct itself each time he departed in search for her in other worlds. Realizing he cannot manage Avarus and search for his sister at the same time, he found an alternative. Since his conception, he had noticed a peculiar type of living being popping up now and then in a variety of sentient species. So he sought them out.

Eventually, gathered enough to temporarily replace humanity and trick the world itself into thinking life still exists. At first, he gathered adults since he knew nothing can grow in Avarus once they’ve lived in the world for a certain period of time, but because of their attachments to the worlds they originated from, it was difficult to convince them to remain. Then he thought up of another solution, one which he knew his sister would frown upon. Children. With their young minds, they’ll easily forget their place of origin and can be easily trained in the necessary skill in traversing through different worlds. And, after learning that the Astrals have branched out to those said worlds, learn how to handle their sudden enemy.

Their goal is simple; to locate and, if possible, retrieve Soleil and eradicate the Astrals.

Main Characters

Note: Just in case you did not know... I. Cannot. Draw. As much as it pains me to do this, but I need you guys to have some sort of idea on how they look like. I cannot find the original artists of the artworks; mostly because google imaging is shit and Pinterest tends to... Send you elsewhere. So of you know the artist, please PM me so I can give them credit. If you know they don't want their works republished, I'll remove it and try to figure something out. I take no credit whatsoever on the art! I merely scoured the internet for any references I could use. If you're wondering why I'm not.using actual people... You know how awkward that is?

Anyway, much of these are concepts so expect changes in the future. I tried to discuss as little as possible about each character. And let me tell ya.... That was a lot I had to cut off, so if the explanation is a bit messy, that was from me trying to select what to remove to avoid revealing too much.

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Sound

‘I have to be better. I have to be a better leader. I have to be a better lover. I have to be a better sibling. If I don’t... then I’ll lose everything again. If I must, I’ll sacrifice my identity for a third time if it means protecting them.’

Credits to: T0Q00(?) - Okay, on Pinterest it has the person’s name AND link to their twitter account. The thing is... it’s empty. Their entire page is empty. At least I found the artist’s name?

Also known as the Glutton King, Sound is one of the leaders of his faction, Tunera Clypse and a member of Mythral. He is a first generation Nors. While not as lazy as Noise, he’s not really a fan of getting involved in fights with people. When it comes to killing Astrals; that’s an entirely different story.

Outwardly, he displays laid back, playful, and very concerning outlandish behavior. And by outlandish, I mean his... eating habits. Sound likes to experiment with his stomach. He’ll do absolutely ANYTHING to eat whatever he deems as edible. He also - absolutely - lacks any sense of shame (ex. walking out of the shower and to his room without a towel, slapping Noise’s butt). Although limited to communicate via writing, he makes sure that every single thing he writes is worth reading. Many are even surprised at just how fast he writes his messages. Then again, after years of practice, it’s expected he’d adapt.

Sound is self-aware of the fact that he’s a fictional character and will randomly break the fourth wall, causing much confusion to his friends several times. While not as dark as his previous self, Fell, he maintains some of his views towards life and tends to be as vocal - via writing - of his previous self's beliefs.

As a Cursed Blood, his curse forces him to conceal his face behind a customized Fox Mask. Depending on the amount of facial skin that was exposed, a person can live up to several minutes to several hours before inflicted with sudden death. If a person were to see the entirety of his face, they will die on the spot from unknown causes. He has a Physical Curse as well, which causes him to inflict a certain degree bad-luck to whoever hears his voice. While it’s rarely anything life-threatening, Sound is forced to become selectively mute. Although he tries his best to remain silent, he tends to accidentally let it a few words or sounds slip. Which usually occurs when he sneezes, and when he does, it is immediately advised by his friends to duck and cover.

After undergoing the Ascension Ceremony, he joined the faction Tunera Clypse and then gave up his original name, becoming the next Sound. Unbeknownst to him, his actions later in life has caused him to unknowingly become the Vessel of Gluttony. It is unknown if his eating habits is the reason he became the vessel or it’s the other way around. Either way, he has shown to be fully capable of controlling the abilities that comes with being a Vessel. Sound merely chooses not to use them.

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Ayane Koronashi

“If my brother had left the orphanage that day without me, I would simply smile. If Ulric presented me his latest girlfriend, I’d smile. Smiling is all I can ever do without being a nuisance. I could never show them my pain. I want to cry but my curse renders me incapable of doing so. But now it’s better. I’m better.”

Also known as the Black Fox. Ayane is the younger twin sister of Sound. Like her twin, she is also a member of Tunera Clypse and Mythral; as well as a first generation Nors. Despite being an active member, unless accompanied by her brother, Ayane is rarely allowed to participate in any scouting or combat-related missions. The main reason for this is her curse. While also a Cursed Blood like her brother and some of their friends, the unnatural causes that led to sudden conversion to a cursed blood caused her condition to be unstable. At the beginning, she was unable to retain her original form and would take the shape of a fox.

After some time and practice, she has learned to maintain most of her former human appearance, leaving only a pair of fox ears to replace her human ears and a tail (not by choice) as an extra ligament. Not only that, some of her internal organs remain similar to that of a fox. Because of this, she is unable to eat certain foods that are potentially poisonous to her (or generally unhealthy). She was told that eventually, if nothing is done, she will permanently take the complete form of a fox. She cannot surgically remove the fox parts as they will simply grow back.

Side-note: No, they did not try or plan to remove her fox ears. The curse replaced her human ears so they cannot remove them without indirectly making her deaf.

Her personality is the somewhat similar to Sound’s, but is far more excitable and outgoing than her brother. Just like a fox, she is clever and witty, which she demonstrates many times during combat. She has a tendencyto steal things without her knowledge. While this isn’t necessarily kleptomania, as objects appear in her hands at random, she still tries get over her childhood habit. She does have a tendency to be reckless, though this is stems from her need to be useful as her curse leaves her unable to perform all of the necessary abilities that is required of a Nors.

Another thing to know is her intense hatred towards cats. Which will be explored at a later time.

As a Cursed Blood, she can take the form of a fox. While the size varies, depending on her emotional state, she is commonly seen to change into the size similar to an elephant. If she performs multiple transformations, she will regress to a regular sized fox and sleep for an extensive period of time. She has been recommended to avoid constantly rely on her full fox form as it will hasten the progression of her curse.

After undergoing the Ascension Ceremony, she followed her brother and joined the same faction as him, but unlike him, did not join as a core member so she did not have to give up her original name. Because of the current state of her body caused by her Cursed Blood, her emotions has unknowingly lead her to become thenext Vessel of Envy.

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Reihana Toelle Ur Kamaria

“Why was I born like this... what did I deserve to be cursed like this!? All I want is to hold someone without fearing I’ll crush them. I can’t be the receiver forever!”

Or Rei for short. Is a member of Mythral and is a second generation Nors. As a floater, Rei rotates between the three factions, but she usually works with Tunera Clypse. Known for her terrifying brute strength, Rei is feared by many and is challenged on a near daily basis. Because of her strength and seemingly indestructible nature, she is (much to her annoyance) sometimes used as a human shield. While she is able to take on an army by herself, Rei tries not to go all out in fear of accidentally killing her allies in the crossfire. In terms of mental maturity, aside from Xavier, she is slightly more competent and is level-headed enough to not participate in childish activities. Most of the time.

Rei prefers to ‘punch first, talk later’ when confronted, though the talking never happens as her opponents is either obliterated or immediately knocked out after one hit. While she can be aggressive at times, she merely acts out on this person's due to the rumors that were spread when word of her curse began to circulate. Those closest to her have witnessed her carefree and adventurous nature. She is also cautious and careful of her surroundings, becoming more thoughtful in the usage of her strength as a result.

As much as she loves the thrill and adrenaline that comes from combat, she prefers not to fight too often. Mostly because it usually leads to unnecessary mass destruction. She craves for proper physical contact, but due to her curse, she forces herself to avoid it as much as possible.

Being the physically oldest, next to Percy, she tends to act like the big sister of the group, which Rei has admitted she finds embarrassing. Still, she works hard in trying to act as moral support for her friends. That doesn’t stop her from losing her temper when a certain line is crossed.

As a Cursed Blood, she is cursed with immeasurable strength. Her strength doubles based on who or whatever is the strongest in a world that she sets foot in. That, of course, excludes Celestial’s as the strength of the divinity is almost non-existent. By default, back in Avarus, her usual strength is enough to crumble an entire building. In other worlds, it depends. To help control and regulate her strength during combat, she uses a large amount of Astral Dust to create form-fitting gauntlets around her lower arm. She was meant to become the Vessel of Wrath but was instead changed to be the candidate for the Vessel of Pride.

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Perseus Vlahos

"I used to believe that being a hero will allow you to cement your place in history. But over time, I learned that the farther in time your name is shared in time, you become nothing more than a mere legend. Or worse, a myth. Stories can be altered, changed. If that’s the case, I’d rather not be remembered at all. I didn’t work this hard just to be written off as a bedtime story.”

Christened under the name ‘Percy the Naive’ by his best friend, later life-long rival, Wilhelm, he is the current wielder of the legendary sword; Excalibur, and member of Infernum Poncitator. Grandson of Rayner, Percy is one of the few third generation Nors in Avarus. He is a kind young man and is respected amongst his peers (well, most of them) and superiors, so much so that he has been offered the position of leader of the faction. Percy refuses as not only deems himself unworthy, but out of respect for those that have lived in Avarus longer.

He displays many the ideal traits of a knight, eventually becoming viewed as an ideal knight by others. However, deep down, Percy perceives himself as the opposite. He feels he is a dishonorable fraud and is not proud of his status as Excalibur's chosen wielder. If he was given a chance to do it over again, Percy would immediately abandon his decision never search and locate the sword.

After joining Avarus, in a short span of time, Percy was able to easily establish himself as a sort of leader figure within his faction. While serious most of the time, especially during missions, due to his time with other Nors, has displayed a degree of patience and tolerance towards whoever he is assigned. Still, he never forgets their main objective and takes charge if he deems the assigned leader incompetent. Which happens more times than he refuses to count. He tries to maintain a cool head, but will severely reprimand others if the situation calls for it.

Proficient in the ways of the sword, he garnered the attention of (the then Mongrel) Mitchell. He was very reluctant in taking in a squire. But eventually, Percy relented after the younger boy attempted to fight against an Astral and nearly lost his life. He plans to one day pass down Excalibur to Mitchell once he gains the strength to surpass Percy.

At the moment, Percy is the current Vessel of Wrath.

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Noise (***** Rallus)

“I tried all of my life to give my dad a reason why he shouldn't be treating his body the way he did. I tried all of my life to keep my friend in line so I'd never have to be the one to discipline him. And yet... If only I didn't try so hard, they'd still be alive.”

Author’s Note: Yeah I... legit do not know who this belongs to. There’s the artist’s signature so that’s the good thing. Problem is....

After escaping from the confines of his original world, Eingesperrt City, and, with the help Sound, joined Avarus and assumed the title of Noise. Unlike others that were gathered in the past, Noise is a regular human being. Something only Sound knows. Regardless of the danger, he became one of the leaders for Tunera Clypse, later joining Mythral after adapting to his new lifestyle.

He wears one of the Artifacts in order to copy and use only one ability of his choosing. As long as a piece of original user is within the Artifact, Noise can use it for as long as he wants. However, if its been removed and replaced with something else, the previous copied ability cannot be used ever again.

Since his recruitment, Noise adopted an extremely lazy personality. He’s so lazy that somehow even snoring consumes too much energy. To make sure he’s awake most of the time, Sound forced Noise to set up a sleep schedule, so that when he’s ready, he has enough energy to do SOMETHING. However, no matter where he is, he’ll take every opportunity to take a nap. He doesn’t care. As long as he gets to close his eyes, Noise is fine to sleep wherever, even if it involves napping righ at the edge of a volcano.

He’ll get annoyed if anyone that dares try to wake him up and he’ll be in a fowl mood for the rest of the day. The only exception is the fox girl and his lover. Despite this, he displays a certain degree of kindness. It’s just really hard to tell if what he’s doing is truly an act of kindness or he’s just too lazy to do things such as delivering a ‘motivational speech’. He can be blunt when he has to be, and he tends to come off as a jackass rude because of his personality. However, this is his way of showing he cares. Noise will flat out tell you if he dislikes you.

Another thing to know about him is his crude sense of humor. Combined with his blunt and rude nature towards people, mostly acquaintances and strangers, it always leads to various... Misunderstandings. Worst case scenario? A fight. He'd improve if he could, but he won't.

Look, if you haven't figure out that he's lazy after reading all this, gooood luck.

For reasons unknown, despite becoming the next Vessel of Sloth, it remains dormant within him. They thought of extracting it to learn the causes that led up to its current dormant state, but Sound intervened in time as he knew that extracting it by force will kill the the vessel.

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Michael/Raphael/Gabriel/Uriel/Saraqael/Raguel/Remiel/etc

‘Dragons are raised under the false pretense that they are the supreme species above all others. But that merely obscures the truth; the truth that we’re just as vulnerable as anyone else. There are various ways to kill aside from piercing our hearts with a spear.”

Author’s Note: Just so you know, HE’S BLONDE and has green eyes! This was the only option I have that closely resembles how I envisioned him! There was another because he gives off the same atmosphere when you look at him but... he’s from an otome game. And I only learned that recently so, if the same goes for this one? WELP. Oh and he has patches of dark brown scales on part of his skin.

Neither a Quietus Nors nor a resident of Avarus, Michael is a dragon. His version of his race if capable of transformation, but can only change into the form of the last creature they devoured. Whole. Rather than his true form, in order to remain working in Avarus, chose to work in the form of the former Prince of Edrakon, a world where dragons were enslaved and cruelly treated as mere objects. Despite his appearance not being his own, he maintains an intimidating and powerful aura, which is easily distinguishable even within a large crowd.

Due to the high esteem he holds towards his race and his pride as a Dragon, he can come off as domineering, even becoming critical towards other versions of his race if he finds something illogical or nonsensical in their appearance and their abilities. While he does act this way, he finds it absolutely disgusting to find dragons place themselves in a position of power and abuses their power in controlling another species. Another aspect of him is that he looks down on dragons with physical defects, which is mostly directly aimed as himself due to his extremely poor eyesight. Thus, forcing him to rely on his human form to watch glasses. He also has a very confusing naming system; where he changes his name based on the date, time and temperature.

Micheal held the potential required to become a Nors, but because of his age, he was unable to undergo the necessary steps to fully integrate into Avarus. While others are reluctant to have him join their ranks, several others, for different reasons, allowed him to remain. This eventually allowed others to accept his addition to the organization.

As the one in charge of organizing and handling most of Avarus’ internal affairs, a job the Nors, even the Ex-Anima/Animus, are reluctant in taking up such an important position; he takes his job very seriously. Although he does express some contempt towards humans, this does not extend to the people he works with. He cares about them to a certain degree, which is shown by he constantly reprimands whoever acts risky during a mission.

He is the current Vessel of Pride, something he only learns of later on. Despite the fact Micheal is a vessel, Belial believes this is only temporary. He isn’t particularly close with Belial, but he respects the God enough to follow his orders.

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Ulric Soknawo

'In my tribe, I was considered an outcast. You can thank the unnatural union that birthed me. Now? It hasn’t changed much, but at least I’m no longer considered the runt of the pack.’

Whose other name is Kuckunniwi, is a former member of the Aniwaya Tribe. In their world, his people are Natives who worshipped a guardian Wolf Spirit. According to them, in return for their unyielding loyalty and devoted nature, it granted the people with the power to take the form of the spirit they have worshipped for many generations. So long as they use that power to protect the forest, it shall provide them protection. Ulric is the third, second youngest, illegitamate son of the Tribal chief Tamaska and grandson of Wolfram.

As per tradition, all tribesmen are given two names, one for their human form while the other is for their inner wolf. Despite being allowed to use either name like others of his tribe, he refuses to be use his wolf name due to the meaning behind it. After being discovered by Ayane, she brought and recruited him to Avarus. Ulric is considered to be a Third Generation Nors due the fact his father was (oddly) not born a Nors, or had to potential to be converted into one.

Ulric tends to act like the stereotypical lone-wolf, choosing to remain in solitude and observe from a distance. He likes to spend his quiet time alone, though he does allow others to sit next to him when asked. Many have pointed out that he never smiles, but, as much as he hates to quote Noise, states that if there is no reason to smile, there is no reason to put so much effort in abusing his facial muscles.

As much as he loves being a wolf, he finds certain aspects of his second nature to be... aggravating. Depending on the season and the weather, it deals a the effects his wolf instincts on his human nature. Because of the two separate natures continually clashing, he tends to act irritable and his temper worsens, especially during the night. Ulric holds a strong belief that one’s nature, regardless of your race, should never control a one's personal feelings.

He holds an unyielding loyalty to his loved ones, almost to the point of willing to kill for them if the situation calls for it, but his actions are subtle and tends to be the exact opposite of how he truly feels. Only two people in his life have been able to decipher his behavior, and he cherishes them for it. Ulric has a bit of a temper as well but is able to keep it in check. His temper, however, is what led him to becoming a Cursed Blood. His curse forces him to foresee the deaths of whomever he romantically falls in love (or at least feel an interest) with.

Any attempts at interfering will only hasten their death.

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Xavier Wozwald Hawthorne

'Murderers are dumbasses, always killing because of their unchecked emotions and pented up desires. Hence why most of them clumsily try to hide their crime. Serial killers are more... sofisticated with their craft, but their ego always gets in the way. If they weren’t complete dumbasses, they would have lived a long comfortable life. I should know.’

Note: Yes, this is obviously Vflower. Did I know that before? No. Do I plan to change the art reference? Yes, but only when I find one that’s not a god dang real-life person’s online avatar. XD Seriously, each time I thought I found one... it’s an utaite or vtuber.

Is a member of Mythral and a First Generation Nors. Like Rei, he is a Floater, which allows him to particiate in mission for all three factions. However, he prefers to work with those in Tunera Clypse as, since they mostly handle scouting and recruiting missions. As long as he doesn’t remain in Avarus for too long, he's fine with accepting any mission related to Tunera. Xavier will still accept missions from other factions, but that's merely to fill up his quota.

Despite appearing around the age 12-14; which was not by choice, Xavier is in fact mentally older than most of his fellow Nors. Known for his sharp tongue, Xavier is one of the few known Nors to have been granted permission to travel outworld immediately after undergoing the Ascenscion Ceremony.

Due to the experiences his past life went through, Xavier has a very grim outlook of the world and displays little to no respect towards authority figures. And that includes his current patron God; Belial, which only worsens after being told by the God that he is unable to help Xavier grow into the appropriate intended size. Unlike most Nors, he displays a high degree of critical thinking and intelligent. He is, if not more, level-headed than one of his friends; Percy. Though that doesn’t stop the teasing. While confident in his abilities in terms of combat, Xavier knows the limits of his current smaller body.

In order to compensate, he creates an excessively large scythe as compensation, but he's too proud to admit this.

Because of his level of maturity, he has been labeled as a 'Midget Grandpa'. Which he fails at trying to prove otherwise by collecting certain tthings that are considered out of date by their standards. Eventually, it became a soft of hobby for him to collect such things.

Xavier tends to display a sadistic nature while in combat, choosing to taunt his opponent by constantly pointing our their obvious flaws deficits and toy with them until the last minute. Most times, he will use his child-like appearance to his advantage to further torment his opponent/victim. Comically enough, if his opponent is a cold-blooded criminal, Xavier will compliment and , depending on their actions, congratulate them; much to the annoyance of those involved.

Like Sound, he has both a Physical and Blood-based Curse, but unlike the latter, Xavier was born with both. His Physical Curse has caused severe permanent scarring on his right arm, making it appear similar to third degree burns. If freed from any type of coverage, such as bandages, his arm will painfully be set a blazed, forcing him to conceal his arm at all times. As a Cursed Blood, Xavier has a similar effect of a Siren, except his hypnotic singing forces someone to commit suicide. Every time he uses this curse, he temporarily falls into a coma.

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Succu(bus) Kilmer

Like her name suggests, Succu is a succubus, but belongs to a different version of her species. Due to being a demon, she is forbidden to reveal her true name. Succu is neither a Nors nor a Cursed Blood. She’s more of an illegal immigrant after sneaking her way into a group of Nors when they were scouting for potential recruits. There have been many attempts in trying to relocate her back to her original world, but she is able to seduce her attackers and slip away. Eventually, Belial declared that she will be allowed to remain as a resident, so long as she contributes in their mission to locate Soleil.

While they do seduce those of the opposite sex, her source of food is not as grotesque as several others. She does seduce her victim, but moves her body in a way that her victims find alluring. Succu will then massage certain parts of their body as a means to relax them. To assure that they will not attempt to escape, she will release pheremones that nulls the victims senses. What she devours isn’t the flesh of her victim nor does she devour their soul, she merely devours the emotions she was able to invoke until her hunger is quenched.

Succu is flirtaceous and very... very.... VERY- Well, you get the point. While she doesn’t flaunt her beauty, she does know how to use it to her advantage. However, despite many approaching her, Succu has only eyes for one, and is willing to wait as long as possible for that person to reciprocate her feelings. Succu, although assertive and open with her feelings, is not the type to force them onto someone.

She does like to express herself by getting physical - very physical. Not the way that you’re thinking, you perverts. She finds it more convenient to allow her actions to talk rather than saying things verbally. Since she’s an outsider, she notices several things that not even Pery or Ulric have noticed, and both are outsiders as well considering the fact they grew up outworld before being recruited. Regardless, she remains silent for the sake of remaining by her beloved’s side.

Succu is often mistaken as the Vessel of Lust due to her nature, and, on her part, finds it’s tiresome to prove that she is not.

Side Characters

Tank Mortem

A former member of Tunera Clypse and Mythral, Tank has been assigned to act as one of the engineers in maintaining the Infernian Generator due to his body’s condition and the issues of his mental state. He seldom participates in missions but, despite being given strict orders not to, joins in anyway. Due to the limits of his mental capacity, Tank has difficulty interacting with others. Quite literally.

Beatrix Staccato

Is a researcher and inventor in charge of the tools and weaponry utilized by most Nors and Ex-Animus. Having taken over most of the unfinished projects since the passing of his master, Beatrix has dedicated all of his time in improving the welfare of the world and its inhabitants. However, most of his experiments tend to be a bit... over the top. If he’s not thinking of new potential products that may benefits the Nors, he’ll make whatever comes at the top of his head, and most of the time it’ll lead him to make the most outrageous and unnecessary items. Beatrix prefers to remain in his lab/home at all times, rendering his social interactions with the three factions to be limited via holographic meetings.

‘Nyx’ Pierrot

Leader of Vanidicus Persona, she is one of the oldest Nors - next to Constantine - making her the default leader of her faction. Much about her is a mystery. Even her behavior can be viewed as... questionable. Not outlandish, that’s Sound’s department. Her behavior is so odd that it’s enough to baffle even Belial. She takes her leadership over her faction very seriously, however, as part of her nature, the requirements in joining and maintaining your membership vastly deviates from the original. However, looks can be deceiving. Aside from her seniority, there is a reason why she was given the position of leader.

Mitchell Pierrot

He prefers to be called as ‘Mitch’ after being told, and proven, by his sister how much of a tongue twister his name is if repeated constantly in a single conversation. While he is the younger brother of Nyx, Mitch opted to become a submember of Tunera Clypse upon undergoing the Ascension Ceremony to be in the same faction as his mentor, Perseus Vlahos. Compared to the Nors in his batch, he is viewed as weak by many as he is unable to perform the abilities that is expected of him to develop after becoming a Nors.

Constantine L. Refrain

Nothing is truly known about him except that he’s a chronic smoker. Nobody truly knows who he is, no one even knows which faction he belongs to. It’s nearly impossible to question these things as he is constantly surrounded by a shroud of - barely tolerable - smoke. All that is known is that he’s been around longer than most of the Ex-Animus. Constantine usually frequints the Silent Siren Bar, staying there for hours until he’s either drunk or needs to receive another pack of cigarretes from Beatrix. He says they’re for medicinal purposes buuuuut...

I’m pretty sure black smoke isn’t normal.

Stefan Mal Sorcier

Is Percy’s second pupil. Although, it was more like Percy was forced into taking in another after his continual refusal to become leader of Infernum Poncitator. Outwardly, he is aloof and always appears smiling, which unsettles Mitchell even when they’re alone. His politeness is found unusual by many and causes others to feel wary around him. Even the dragon finds himself is unable to remain in the same vicinity as the young man. Despite being full of many secrets, Percy accepts him as is and tries his best to teach him all he can, which Stefan appreciates.

Kyline Necro

Considered as the mascot ambassador of Avarus, like the soul that was fused with her upon birth, she mostly lounges around and has little participation in any missions in and out of Avarus. This has caused her to be disliked by many, most especially Ayane. The only person Kyline has gotten close to is Noise; mostly because they share the same favored sleeping spot. On a side, she acts a physician, or surgeon if you like to get technical. She has a strange fondness of picking apart and replacing specific limbs with doll parts.

Yu-Yan Chi Ryou

Was once one of the strongest Nors from Xavier’s batch until he was inflicted by an unknown disease during one of his missions. While there is no name for the disease, it has caused much of his bones to undergo crystallization; rendering him immobile due to the pain that comes from even the smallest of movements. Since he is incapable in participating in any activities, Yu-Yan has since been forced to be confined to a wheel chair for the rest of his life.

Anita Eine Kleine

Is the fighting instructor of the Mongrels and a member of Infernum Poncitator. Anita is a highly-skilled caster, able to conjure and manipulate various elements. She absolutely hates the term ‘witch’, even going as far as to cast a minor curse in making a person temporarily mute if they refer to her as one. Which Sound found rather offensive when he found out about the curse, something she deeply apologized for. She participates in some Scouting Missions but only if personally requested by someone from Tunera Clypse.

Victor Stein

Is Beatrix’s (only living) research assistant. He is the sole survivor of the Night of the Black Moon. Although having physically recovered, the damage to his mental state has left a deep scar on his psyche. He fears yet obsesses over the sensation of pain. There is not one instance where he isn’t found sowing over his own intact skin. While Victor knows his addiction found uncomfortable by others, he finds it extremely difficult to control his urges.

Wolfram

Grandfather of Ulric and most of his siblings, he is an Ex-Anima (or retired Nors) and a former member of the original Mythral. As the more experienced and one of the longest surviving resident of Avarus, he acts as a mentor to those who seek his guidance. However, in terms of combat, his skills are very limited as he has become permanently stuck in his wolf form. The only grandchildren he's ever personally met are Ulric and Seeing, who have both ironically became his favorite. While acting as a mentor, he is rather strict, constantly parting lessons in order to make sure none make the same mistakes he committed when he was younger, many of which he refuses to share.

Diantha Anemone

Despite being still a Liberi, Dia still participates in many activities meant to be done only by Nors. She originally wanted to become a part of Tunera Clypse due to the many adventures imparted by Sound. But after having a first hand experience in one, it traumatized her to the point where she wants to merely work as a Librarian, a position many people avoid.

Echo & Yell

Fellow teammates of Sound and Noise. As part of the four heads leaders that overwatch many of Tunera Clypse's activities, both in and out of Avarus. They mostly take charge of delegating the members while the other two take an active role in leading many scouting missions off-world. Contradicting her name, like Sound and Noise, her personality is the completely opposite. Due to her sociophobia, she is extremely shy and is unable to speak when talked to, only whispering her sentences as she talks. Yell, however, is the only one whose personality fits the mantle she inherited. Due to her curse, she has to raise her voice after every two hours. If not, she will fall into a coma, and she can only be awaken by *************.

Important Figures

Belial

Credits to: @airtrees0507 (Again, another artist who... disappeared from the internet. How do I keep finding refrences where the artist is just gone?)

Is a Celestial and the younger brother of Soleil. However, despite his godly status, he does not have any of the expected gifts. Neither a god of creation, life, or death, he has been given the title God of Void by his peers. Because of this, he is incapable of maintaining Avarus by himself, forcing him to use alternative (and questionable) means in preserving the world his sister created. Like his title, Belial is unable to express emotions, giving blank demeanor. He does, however, hold some semblence of emotions within him. Yet despite this, he has little to no understanding of life, death and emotions. Even after centuries since he over his sister’s role as Patron God, he still has no understanding to all living things, almost to the point of coming off as insensitive and heartless.

Belial has a deep devotion to his sister, having gone through great lengths to make sure to maintain her world and willingly sacrifice the lives of many. Despite knowing her distaste towards such acts, he holds onto the hope of one day finding her.

Soleil

Credits: Um... Lucare Eu??? Sorry, I’m just basing it off the signature. Once again, can’t find the artist themself so...

The true patron goddess of Avarus and the older sister of Belial. Aside from her status as the original creator and caretaker of her world and the life that once flourished within it, not much is known about her. While her exact cause of death is unknown, she was cursed to live an endless cycle of death and rebirth in various worlds. In order to restore the world she created and loved dearly, Belial dedicated his life in searching for her soul and freeing her of her curse. As a Celestial, she was said to have chosen to take the form of her first ever creation and first mortal friend.

It is said that, despite having blessed with the gift of creation, she was known to be a lonely goddess. Those that new her describe as someone that’s physically there but is spiritually detached.

The Oracle

Is a title given to those with the ability to commune and guide the spirits to the Empyrean Plain, more specifically Avarus’ residences due to the absence of Soleil. The Oracle acts as the divine anchor on the world to aid Belial in prolonging the world’s existence. They are also the main source of Belial’s divine power; both of which are maintained through her prayers. The gender and species of the Oracle is non-specific, but it if preferred by Belial if they are humanoid and have the ability of speech for the sake of communication.

The current Oracle is Aniela Fischl, who, unlike her predecessors, is able to foresee various futures. She does so by carefully peeking through the leylines and selects various possibilities that solely benefit Avarus. No one is allowed to meet her except Belial and her assigned Seekers.

The Seekers

The guardians, caretaker, and acting medians between the Oracle and the residents of Avarus. Their duty is to ensure that the chosen Oracle remains within the Spiral Tower and that he/she fulfills their duty, even going as far as to grant their wish regardless of the consequenses. Each Seeker has only one desire, and that’s to protect the Oracle at all times.

Races

Liberi

Age Range: Birth or 5 to 10 years

Although that is the official term, ‘Mongrel’ is what they are commonly referred as. It is the used for the for the children taken to or born in Avarus. Mongrels spend most of their young lives training within the safe walls of the Aldebaran Academy. They are forbidden from leaving as, according to Belial, they are the extremely fragile during this point of their lives. Regardless of their age, depending on how well they’ve performed in training, they will be given the right of undergoing the Ascension Ceremony. Those who fail are xxxxxxxx xx.

Due to their young age, their behavior is more sporadic than that of a normal child. Their reflexes are enhanced, almost to the point where it becomes difficult to contain them. Mongrels lack common sense so they tend to act out without fully understanding the impact their actions have. While childish and friendly by nature, Travellers are advised to approach with caution. Those who act beyond the expected norm are called Prodigies.

Quietus Nors

Age Range: (Physically) 14-19, (Mentally) 10 or above

Or simply called, Nors. After their graduation, every Nors is immediately sent to work. Depending on the final results of their training prior to undergoing the ceremony/procedure, each is individually assigned into one of the three factions ; Infernum Poncitator, Vanidicus Persona, and lastly, Tunera Clypse (formerly called Tunera). Those that are assigned to neither of the factions are assigned to more menial jobs alongside the Ex-Animus,

Despite their young minds, they have quickly adapted into their new forms. Due to time becoming almost non-existant in Avarus, Nors age at a rapidly slow rate. Though known to be childish by nature due to the gap of their young minds to their bodies, they dangerously lack empathy and display little to no compassion and remorse towards others. In worst cases, some act selfishly on their own accord. On a positive note, they lack any emotions that may hinder their mission in locating Soleil; such as fear.

Only two of the three current generations of Nors differ greatly from the first:

First Generation Nors - Are those converted or directly born within Avarus with the blood of two Nors. Those born in the first generation share two specific physical characteristics; raven black hair and golden eyes. They all share the same abilities upon conversion/birth, but it depends on the individual which ones they should master. Unless they happen to be a Cursed Blood, they are unable to obtain different abilities to call their own. They are required to undergo the Ascension Ceremony.

Second Generation Nors - In terms of personality, they are considered half as bad as those in the first gen. Unlike the previous, second generation Nors are considered slightly weaker, however, they have a better chance of obtaining other abilities outside of Avarus. Their hair is slightly lighter shade of black but their eyes remain the same. They too are required to undergo the Ascension Ceremony.

Third Generation Nors - While rare, they do tend to appear once in a while. It’s not exact how one falls into this category. The closest is being the grandchild or who has an anscestor that was a Nors. Because of their circumstances, these Nors are far weaker as they cannot use any of the standard abilities. Third Generation Nors are far difficult to locate as their potential doesn’t surface until they are of a much later age, rendering them incapable of taking necessary training to hone their abilities and undergoing the Ascension Ceremony. They do not share the common personality or physical traits of a Nors. One thing every Nors in this generation share are sky blue eyes, which emit a faint glow when in the dark.

Ex-Animus (or Anima for singular)

Age Range: (Physically) 30 to 40, rarely appears in their early 20′s

Are individuals who are retired from their duties as a Nors. Although Nors generally age at an excessively slow rate (due to the effects of Avarus), after a number of cycles (which refers to the number of batches that underwent the Ascension Ceremony), they will be given the order to retire. Regardless whether they are willing to or not, there is nothing they can do once the order has been issued. Once one becomes an Ex-Anima, they are completely cut off from their original faction and are unable to leave Avarus for the rest of their life.

Not only that, they are unable to defend themselves like they used to as they can no longer control Astral Dust and use the abilities from their time as a Nors,Basically. Basically, Ex-Animus’ are left to fend for themselves.

Factions

Every Nors is allowed to join any of the three factions; Infernum Poncitator, Vanidicus Persona , and Tunera Clypse. There is an option to not join any of the factions; they are called ‘Floaters’.

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softboywriting · 5 years ago

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She’s So Particular | Shawn Mendes

Summary: When the actress hired for the video shoot for Particular Taste doesn’t show up, the director finds an alternate choice. You work on Shawn’s crew as a scheduling assistant and you and Shawn have been flirting for years, your dynamic is undeniable and the director notices right away. This steamy video shoot will be just the push you two need to fully acknowledge how you feel for each other. [teasing] [flirting]

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|Masterlist In Bio|

You sink into the cloth folding chair designated for Shawn as you watch him pretend to take a phone call on the bedroom set before you. You have been at this video shoot for Particular Taste for at least three hours now and you're tired. It's chilly in the studio and you didn't bring a jacket with you. You shouldn't even be there still, you should be shooting on location at the nightclub down the street but someone hasn't shown up for the shoot yet. That someone is Tessa, the actress hired to play the girl Shawn is pining after.

"Cut!" The director yells and Shawn rolls off the bed. "That's great, you look awesome Shawn. You really sold that trip on to the bed."

Shawn laughs. "Probably because I actually tripped." He walks around behind the camera with Chris, the director, and stands there watching the play back. The crew has just been filming solo bits of Shawn while waiting for Tessa. "Looks pretty good. Could we maybe do like, a take where someone actually calls me?"

"Yeah? You don't think it looks like you're really on the phone?"

Shawn shakes his head. "No, I just don't feel like I'm selling it."

"Okay, cool. We'll reshoot and have you call someone." Chris sets the camera back up for filming and a couple set dressers go in and straighten the room.

Shawn walks over to you and you grin up at him. "Hey you."

"Hey yourself." You stand and he shakes his head, not wanting his seat. "What's up?"

"Can I call you for the shot?"

"You wanna call me?" You shiver and he shrugs his jacket off. It's a red silky one he's been wearing for the video all day and he puts it around your shoulders.

"I think it'd be best to call a girl. More realistic?"

You pull the jacket closed around you and smirk. "You gonna flirt with me on the phone Shawn?"

"You know it."

"Positions!"

"I'll call you." Shawn says with a wink as he runs back onto set and gets in position to start filming.

"Where's your jacket?" Chris asks, leaning out from behind the camera.

"I took it off. I think being home in my tank top is more relaxed, like I'm just calling this girl up, not making big plans yeah?"

"Alright." Chris leans back. "From the top!" The song starts playing and Shawn goes into acting mode.

You're so engrossed in the scene you almost forget to answer your phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's Shawn. Remember?"

"New phone who dis?"

"Oh you shit."

You snicker. "Is this the guy from the club?" You ask, referencing the plot that has yet to be filmed.

"Yes."

"Is this a booty call?"

"Ohmygod."

You chance a peek back at him. "You gotta buy me dinner first at least."

"Cut! You missed your cue to trip." Chris laughs. "Should you not call someone?"

"No! No, sorry." He looks over at you and you're grinning. "Let's start again."

The scene starts again and your phone rings and Shawn answers. "Behave this time."

"You'd like that huh?" You smile at him across the way and quickly turn your back so he doesn't ruin the shot by staring over at you for the bold comment. "What's up?"

"You wanna come over?"

"Your place or mine?"

"My place. I know you want to see me."

"Oh I wanna see all of you. I bet you look like a snack."

You hear him stifle a laugh as he trips and lands on the bed in time with the lyrics "try to play it cool but it never goes right" and you let out a laugh that you have to cover so you don't draw attention to yourself.

"And cut!"

You turn around and Shawn is getting off the bed, his cheeks are scarlet and he hurries over to look at the playback. You walk over and peek between the two guys.

"That is perfect." Shawn points to a part where he runs his hand over his hair, no doubt when you called him a snack, and then he trips. "Yes! I knew it'd be better if I was actually talking to someone." He turns and puts his arm around you. "You're the best."

"I just answered the phone." You laugh and he walks with you over to the catering cart.

"Yeah but, you actually made me feel like I was calling a girl." He says and you roll your eyes as he twists a stray bit of your hair around his finger. He was always playing with your hair, seemingly endlessly fascinated by it.

"Oh, what? I'm not a girl?"

"What? N-no I didn't mean that!" He actually looks panicked. "I mean you...you really sold the call like I was calling a girl I really was into."

"So you're into girls who call you a snack while flirting? That's what gets you hard?"

He turns bright red. "I dont- I wasn't-"

"I'm kidding! Jeez, you're so soft."

Shawn relaxes, shoulders drooping. "I thought you were really picking on me." He chuckles. "You always keep me on my toes. I dunno what I'd do without you."

"Oh quit being all sappy!" You playfully shove his chest and he stumbles back. You turn and walk toward the drink table and he chases after you.

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"Has anyone heard from Tessa?"

"No. I don't think she's coming."

Shawn sighs and closes his eyes against the brick wall of the nightclub. All the actors who were hired to play extras are already there. All the scenes with Shawn alone have been filmed. If Tessa doesn't show up then it's a wrap for the day and even then there's no guarantee she'll show up tomorrow.

"Hey," Chris says as he walks toward you and Shawn. "I have an idea."

"What's up man?"

"You and her do the video." Chris points at you. "Your chemistry is amazing."

"Us?" You look at Shawn with wide eyes. "I-I don't know."

"She's our assistant. I mean, she can't?"

"Says who?" Chris laughs and looks around. "You wanna make a video that feels good? She's the key. I'm telling you, I saw you guys talking earlier. You have chemistry through the roof!"

"I mean...I know all of the scene plans." You bite your lip and glance up at Shawn. "I'm game if you are?"

"Can we have a second Chris?" Shawn asks and Chris says to take your time. As soon as he's gone Shawn runs his hand over his hair and stares at you. "Are you sure? What if it's awkward?"

"Shawn." You lay your hand on his arm and rub softly. "We mess around and tease each other all the time. I'm sure that's what Chris is seeing as chemistry, because yeah I mean it is. We'll just be acting, having fun."

"You're sure?" He holds your shoulders. "I only want to do this if you're completely sure."

"Yes! Come on, let's go. I'm sure make up will want to do something with me before we start filming."

After you go through makeup and wardrobe, you and Shawn get set up on the dancefloor. The extras are all around and you take a deep breath and shake out the nerves. The most acting you had done was years ago in highschool for a film project with your best friend. It was less than impressive you're sure, but you try to remember her tips from back then.

The music starts, a quiet back track of Particular Taste, just the first few verses. You head for Shawn, dancing casually as you approach him at the bar. He smirks, taking your hand as you lead him out into the crowd. His hands find your waist and you're dancing together, eyes locked on one another's.

"Okay, tease him a bit," Chris says over the music.

You slide your hands up his chest and down his arms. Shawn looks like he's about to bust, his eyes are locked on you in a way you've never seen. He looks hungry and you're a four course meal.

“You like that?” you whisper and he nods.

You place your hand in the middle of his chest, rubbing up and down, raking your nails over his skin. You close your hand around the fabric of his shirt and bring him in, hauling him close to your face as the line "she can take you one on one if she feels like".

His breath ghosts over your lips and you smirk before you push him away and walk into the crowd, glancing back at him. He reaches for you, taking a few steps like a lost puppy and the music dies off.

"Perfect!" Chris shouts. "That was incredible!"

You walk back over to Shawn and he wraps his arms around you in a crushing hug. "We did it!"

"You are amazing!" He laughs and keeps his arm around your shoulder as the two of you go up to see the playback.

"Wow." You stare at the screen when Shawn grabs your waist. The look in his eye is just...wild. "Damn Shawn."

"It's perfect." Chris points at the screen where he's frozen it on you running your hand up Shawn’s chest and then when you grabbed his shirt. "Look, look. You can see the tension!"

Shawn chuckles softly. "It's crazy."

"Yeah." You bite your lip and watch as you pull him in for an almost kiss before pushing him away. "Crazy."

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A couple more hours pass and you guys shoot all but the final scene of the video. Your favorite part was Shawn chatting you up outside the club, trying to get your number and he accidentally burped. Like right in your face and the two of you had to take a twenty minute break because you were laughing so hard. It was so unexpected and the tension was high as ever and the burp just broke both of you.

You're nervous as you and Shawn walk back into the studio where the bedroom set is. You know this next scene is the end and it's a summation of the whole teasing theme of the video. It's where you finally show up at his place and the two of you just go at it.

"Ready on the set!" You take a deep breath and clear your head. "And action!"

You knock and stand outside the door to an apartment set as Shawn answers. You grab his face and walk him back into the room as he smirks. He holds your waist and the cameras follow you close by, right by your face as he whispers the lyrics to you along with the music in the background.

You break away from him and the two of you rush over to the bedroom set. The set dressers fix up a few things and you stand there with Shawn.

"Nervous?" He smirks and you elbow him.

"Yeah I am."

"Wanna shout?"

"Can we?"

Shawn laughs. "Fuck yeah we can." He lets out a yell, head leaned back. "Come on, do it!"

"Ahhhh!" You yell and laugh.

"Louder!" Shawn laughs. "Like this! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

You shriek, a loud blood curdling scream. It feels good. The last few hours have been building up inside you. The tension between you and Shawn was getting unbearable.

Shawn jumps up and down shaking his hands out. "We're good. We're good." He shakes his head. "Good good good."

You giggle and he stops moving. "You sure you can handle this?"

"Yes." He takes a deep breath. "Yesssss."

"You're so fuckin nervous aren't you?"

"Extremely." He does a few squats. "I wanna crawl out of my damn skin."

You grab his face and he stops moving. "It's just me Shawn. You can trust me."

"I know. I know." He closes his eyes. "Let's do this."

"Yeah." You press your forehead to his. "Let's do it."

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Shawn stands before you, hands on your hips and you have your hands on his chest. There are two cameras zooming in on every angle as you explore each other slowly. Hands on hips, arms, back, waist. Him nosing under your jaw. You biting at his shoulder on your tiptoes. It's a back and forth of sensual exploration and you can feel yourself getting completely lost, no longer acting.

"Ready?" He whispers and you nod, remembering he's supposed to take you to the bed. He lifts you up, walking back and sitting on the bed with you in his lap.

You duck down, kissing up and down his neck, licking over his pulse point. He lets out a groan and you roll your hips against his lap. You let him change things up and he kisses your neck and you lift his shirt up, parting from each other just enough to get it over his head. The heat pouring off of him is too much and you run your nails down his chest. He grabs your sides and rolls you on to your back.

Shawn hovers over you, held up by his arm and you bump your nose against his. One hand slides down your body and up your shirt. You arch up against him.

"I'm so obsessed with her," he breathes, eyes going down your body.

You wrap your legs around his waist and you flip Shawn under you and he stares up, eyes locked on yours. You smirk and hold his wrists.

"She...just...goes, yeah," he's breathing into the words desperately.

You lean in and kiss him on the final line "she's got particular taste" and it's like fireworks. As cliche and cheesy as it sounds its the only way you can describe it. Shawn grabs your face, rolling you back under him and the two of you chase each other's kisses. It's like time stopped, everything ceased to be real except for this.

"Cut! Cut!! Guys?!"

Shawn pulls back and you're both breathing heavily. Realization floods in that you've just been making out in front of twenty or more people. You feel your cheeks burn and Shawn turns ruby red.

"Wow!" Chris starts clapping in the silent room. "That was crazy!"

You sit up and Shawn chills on his side next to you, grinning like an idiot. "Is that a wrap, Chris?"

"I think so. You guys wanna see it?"

"Nah." Shawn looks at you, eyes going over every inch of your body. "I'm sure we got it."

"It's a wrap then!" Chris calls out, clapping and the whole crew cheers.

You fall back and Shawn leans over you. "You wanna get out of here?"

"I thought you'd never ask. But I have one stipulation."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmm. Can I go right for the face?" You smirk.

"She's so particular!" He belts, full falsetto dragging out particular like he did on stage and everything. He licks his lower lip before biting it and standing up, hauling you upright and picking you up in his arms with your legs around his waist. "Let's go," he purrs, walking with you toward the exit.

"Everyone in this room knows what we're about to go to the hotel and do." You flush, keeping your eyes on his.

"I don't care. I've wanted you for ages and I know now that it's mutual." You nod and he kisses you, pausing his stride to press your back against the closes doors to the back lot. "Now I've got my particular taste and I'm not about to let it go."

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 4 years ago

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Credit for Invader Zim goes to Jhonen Vasquez

Credit for Powerpuff Girls goes to Craig McCracken

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I’m gonna wait a bit more, to talk about some feelings regarding PPG.

which has to do with some Positive and Negatives that has to do with the Fandom.

anyway I got this ship that pop into my head, had to draw a ship drawing of it....if they get married, that would make Dib and Gaz the new Big Siblings of Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup.

the chances of this ship getting more shippers is perhaps well, maybe small......I don’t know how many will like this ship.

also ever since finding out about Resident Evil Character

Lady Dimitrescu, I have seen or heard the word “Simp”

what does that mean anyway....?

she is a very tall lady, in theory I believe she could be a bit more taller than Slenderman himself.

speaking of height, I’m starting to think I’m not 5′5″ at all...

I mean once I thought I was 5′6″ but turns out I’m not.

so I asked my pendulum, asked it if I was 5′5″

it circled slow for No, asked if I am taller than 5′5″

still gives me a No.

asked if I’m 5′3″ and it gave a Yes.

even if it could explain how I notice how my shadow is,

it just seems so small even when I stand close to it, and check the height between myself and the shadow are about the same.

at least my shoes make me a bit taller.

�� I guess my pendulum could be telling me the truth

about me being 5′3″......but it could be one of it’s pranks.

I’m listening to Addict right now,

the song was created by a fan called Silva Hound,

the song then ended up having it’s own official Hazbin Hotel Music Video.

you can find the song on both Silva Hound’s channel,

as well as it’s Music Video over at Vivziepop’s channel.

and I DON’T mean the one that is called “Vivziepop Club.”

I’m still not pleased with that “club channel.”

I’m just gonna try to keep a eye out for the real episode 4

of Helluva Boss.

was playing the AU of AU FNAF game called

Five Nights of Flirting, finally got a Good Ending in them.

well the Romance ones, even if one of the characters didn’t really say they were but kind of implied it,

it is nice that they made them Ace.

well I’m Aceflux, well technically Aroaceflux.

I still find romance interesting and well do some shipping.

plus it is still possible for those who are Ace to get crushes

or fall in love, plus there are different forms of romance

that doesn’t always have to be well the intense version.

like a tender kiss on the forehead or on the cheek.

just hanging out and watching shows or movies

or reading comics or playing video games you love.

anyway I had successfully got the Romance Endings

with Jeremy and Fritz. (in two different timelines, not at the same time.)

just need to try to get the others, and maybe I will get to a True Ending.

Purple Guy is perhaps gonna be difficult for me.

or as he is known as Vincent.

I like to think of him as the Canon Purpleman’s Son,

like the one who was always bullied by his older brother.

I’m keeping the name I’m using, if I change it

it is most likely my progress from the Jeremy & Fritz’s timelines

will be lost.

well the name I’m using is well, it is spelled a bit differently.

but I decided to go with “Alice”

but I decided to spell it with a “y” instead of a “i”

that alternate way of spelling Alice is interesting,

plus they both will still sound the same.

if I have another Save, that is separate from that one.

I could always try to go with the default name “Doll”

I kind of want to think of the three versions of Doll,

being siblings, a Sister, Brother and Sibling.

it be nice if Undertale had such a option.

like you could pick to be either Female or Male

or Non-Binary/Genderfluid.

those are the three picks for Five Nights of Flirting.

well when we do play Undertale,

whatever the Bio-Sex/Gender of the Player,

it can be projected upon Frisk.

so when I play Frisk and well control them throughout the game.

I can see them as Gyno-Agender.

it isn’t like “Agender” where it is just Non-Binary.

it is a Bigender Identity, being both Binary & Non-Binary.

think of it as being a fusion, think of the song Stronger Than You.

the original from Steven Universe, but the Undertale Parody is still awesome too.

I decided to make a new tumblr avatar,

that shows both my sexuality & gender identity.

the colors I picked is suppose to be for my Aroaceflux Identity,

while inside the heart will be for my gender identity.

so it is suppose to be a Sexuality/Gender Identity type avatar flag.

also I’m gonna try to look up the whole Simp, maybe look it up later and finally figure out what it means.

cause I have No clue.

also I want to say that, it can be possible for even someone who is Ace or Aceflux, to be a empath to “pheromones”.....

even if some might think that can’t be true, I believe it is.

the best thing to keep me from picking up THOSE kinds of energies from family or others that live where I live,

is to keep wearing my bracelets that has Black Obsidian and Selenite Agate.

I started getting gems, to help me.

I even keep them under my pillow.

I even sleep with my bracelets on too, but only take them off

when I have to take a shower or bath.

but after that, I will put them back on...

it be nice if hospitals had two types of doctors,

ones that treats well the seizures that actually needs medicine in the form of pills.

and the other giving advice to just move to a place with less negative

energy from both human and supernatural.

not all seizures will be the type that needs pills.

but try telling doctors that, hey if someone goes through withdrawal

don’t just put them back on the pill thinking they need it.

they NEVER needed them in the first place, they needed to get away from the town because it is that place that was causing the dang seizures in the first place.

I....went through withdrawal before, even if now I believe I never truly needed them, just needed to move far enough away from the negative energy......

I think it is possible, when I thought I was being touched

but no one was touching me....I think it might of been something else that I couldn’t see that was perhaps, really touching me.

like you being touched on your arm or back.

I wish doctors didn’t misdiagnose so much.

not all seizures are gonna be the same, and some spiritual doctors would be nice to see too.

I can’t help but be, concerned about staying in a room too long

if I start to pick up certain energies...

plus I’m gonna try to take a break from using my pendulum,

so gonna try not to use it too much.

but only use it once in a while.

also if it is possible that those from a distant future

are messing with timelines,

and that is why I remember a story I was told before

that has to do with someone in my family....

then well I can only hope the ones messing with timelines,

will stay in their own timeline, and stop breaking reality.

timelines can become more fragile the more you try to tamper with it.

plus it is possible those who try to tamper with it,

will get karma, so it is best for them to stop before the karma becomes really REALLY bad.

even if you do try to correct the changes that were made,

that would most likely cause problems too, but you should only fix it

if it truly 100% needs to be corrected back to how it was

before some human messed with it.

if that is true, that would be on my list.

I’m Semi-Misanthrope, I still like humanity but there are ugly parts of it that makes me disappointed.

so there are still good, even if there are the bad mixed in there too.

Starlight Glimmer did the same thing, but what if she wasn’t the first?

what if Sunset was the original element of Harmony,

but Celestia changed the Pony version of her friends memories.

but in theory, if Starlight made one more change in history

it would of most likely cause a break of all reality.

I think those timelines that were created, still exist

but are now Alternate Universes, still having existence.

but not being part of the Main Timeline.

or the Beta Main Timeline, while the Alpha Main Timeline

is the one where Sunset came from I think.

I still love SVTFOE and MLPFIM,

but I just don’t like how they seem to blame the scapegoats

for what Discord, Moon Butterfly and Mina Loveberry started.

even if some fans aren’t fans of Steven Universe Future

(and that’s okay, not everyone has to like it.)

at least that show didn’t pull the same Broken Moral Compass.

the endings of those two shows were awesome,

like Luster Dawn seems like a really interesting and awesome character.

and the whole dimensions in SVTFOE, merging is awesome.

also I’m starting to wonder if Glossryck really did die

or if no longer being bond to SVTFOE’s Realm of Magic,

left him free to explore the Multiverse.

after noticing in the magic book of spells,

that had Glossryck’s to do list.

I believe in theory he is secretly alive,

even if it is off screen, and fans might need to figure it out.

I also believe it wasn’t Toffee who corrupted Star’s Wand or the Realm of Magic, that was Star.

it is possible the Dark Magic was always in The Butterfly Family.

well Negative Emotion Magic.

Toffee was never in the wands, he was just speaking through from where he was in the Realm of Magic.

I can’t be the only one who is noticing the habit

where Heroes kind of pull a Anti-Hero move

and don’t even bother to punish the ones who started the problem in the first place.

once more I still love those shows,

I just am not a fan of the Broken Moral Compasses moments,

like Star deciding to place the blame on Magic for her problems,

but it isn’t magic that was to blame, it was her family misusing it.

or the whole Cozy, Chrysalis and Tirek being turned into a statue.

I’m not sure if Discord even got punished for bringing those three together or for everything else he’s done that leads up to it.

I wonder if it’s weird to kind of start to see

Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup

as Cozy, Chrysalis and Tirek’s Reincarnations.

like Buttercup being Chrysalis’s Reborn Self,

Blossom being Tirek’s Reborn Self

and lastly Bubbles being Cozy Glow Reborn Self.

of course that would be Fanon, and not canon.

anyway, once again this ship of Utonium x Membrane

might not get many shippers.

but I think that’s okay, I mean not everyone has to like this ship.

and if my pendulum keeps giving me a Yes

about being 5′3″, I guess I will have to believe it.

but I would need to gather more proof.

I will believe it’s Yes answer about having Multiracial heritage.

but I’m not gonna try to date HUMANS.

not unless they aren’t some stuck up racist shisno.

once again, I’m Semi-Misanthrope, even if I still like humanity,

the disgusting part of it just really disgusts me, and the whole racism thing is only part of it.

plus thanks to my pendulum, I now believe that Jesus

was indeed Black.

and all through out history it had been censored.

once again even though I am a Ma-Acolyte, I can still believe in Jesus too....but now I believe he was in fact Black.

my pendulum gave me a Yes, when I asked if Jesus’s Mother was White, and a Yes for Jesus being Black.

but you can’t try to force people to accept that, it is best to let them accept it by their own free will.

like I mention many times before, I do NOT like forced converting.

even if my pendulum gave a Yes

when I asked if Jesus had a interracial heritage that he had inherited from his mother Mary (Not from Joseph.)

not many people will support that, but there will still be some that will support it and believe it is true.

plus I don’t know if I should tell my family about it,

I mean I did finally talk about the whole Asexuality...

but I know there was some form of misinterpreting.

even if some who are Ace are Gay, some will be either Bi, Pan or Hetero or even Omni.

Omni can have different forms of attraction.

but I want to try to wait a while to correct my family for misunderstanding Ace, I still love my family

but I know they can misunderstand things

worse than me at times, I think.

I think I should take it one step at a time,

when I’m ready I will correct them about their misunderstanding of Asexuality, as well as the whole needing to tell them that there has been lies told about a distant cousin.

I’m glad I never came out as Aroaceflux,

because if I did, I would most likely get the whole

passive aggressive treatment.

which means your family still loves you, they just can’t accept ya being that way......and it might be possible it could take most families time to fully accept.

plus the passive aggressive, is less bad, it is still bad,

but it wouldn’t be as bad as the aggressive.

it is the aggressive without the passive part.

I will try to sign back on later, so I can check on some stuff on here.

but before I sign out, I’m gonna change my avatar.

then I’m going to “Wing-Town”

I asked my pendulum, and it seems my energy wings are hugging around me right now, so I will assume I’m already in Wing-Town.

it’s like Sweater-Town, but with Earth Angel Energy Wings instead.

plus I can’t see them, but I should make sure to not go out if there are those around who can see them.

not that I can go out right now anyway.

anyway I’m just gonna hurry up and change my avatar

then I will go lay down in bed while being in Wing-Town.

then later after I finish laying down in bed

(which it is likely I might fall asleep.)

I will go and eat some good.

hope some of you like this drawing of Membrane & Utonium.

so see ya later, stay safe and remember that there many types of ships, and not all of them are romance.

go here to learn that there is more types of “ships”

https://shipping.fandom.com/wiki/Shipping_Wiki

just go to the part that says Shipping.

I believe that because people might misinterpret.

for Friendships, it is best to use “I Bud It”

and for Found Families, it is best to use “I Fam It.”

not using “I ship it” keeps from any misunderstandings.

maybe after I take a nap I will watch Kids Next Door,

and maybe even Invader Zim too, as well as some other Cartoon shows

and maybe even a few movies too.

I’m a bit tired, so I’m gonna hurry up and change my tumblr avatar

and then go lay down for maybe a hour or a few.

PS:

maybe this ship will get a lot of fan art, or not...I’m not really sure.

once again see ya later and stay safe....

#professor membrane #professor utonium #lgbtq positivity #crossover ship #otp ship #invader zim fanart #powerpuff girls fanart #kissing

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joostsblog · 5 years ago

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promises and secrets - Peter Parker One Shot

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Description: Peter and you are best friends and a great team, you share every secret, even the biggest one there is. Except, you don’t share one specific secret with Peter, that you are in love with him.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: No spoilers for any MCU movies. they go to college and Ned is in this for a bit as well. First work writing for Peter Parker! I’m really excited about his one, it’s so cute! I hope you enjoy, let me know your thoughts! if you wanna be tagged in future works of mine, please message me, I write for Tom Holland and Peter Parker! (masterlist is in my bio)

Warnings: a bit of angst, tiny bit of swearing and more use of the phrase what the heck than you have ever experienced in real life.

PROMISES AND SECRETS

You were laying on your stomach on your bed, laptop in front of you. You knew that you could be spending your time right now studying but you were too exhausted from the day, so instead, you were watching videos on YouTube. The wind was ever so slightly blowing through the window you left open for Peter, the air softly moving the white curtain in front of it. Your window was almost always open for your best friend. He was the best best friend you could ever ask for, you knew each other since you both went to the same High School and now you were going to the same College doing the same degree. You shared every single secret, even the biggest one. So when a little bit later Peter slipped through the window to lay beside you on the bed and laugh along to you at the videos playing it was like any other evening. And when Peter later got a call on his phone from Tony Stark you pouted at him for leaving already.

“Promise me, you’ll get enough sleep tonight?”, you asked as Peter was getting up, ready to leave. “And please take care of yourself.”, just like everyone in Peter’s life who knew about his secret, you were always worried about his dangerous double life. But you felt like you were the one that worried about him the most.

“Promise.”, Peter said and pressed a hasty kiss to your forehead before putting his spider-man mask on again and leaving through the window behind the white curtains. Peter’s words ringing in your ear and the exhaustion taking over your body helped you fall asleep sooner than you anticipated.

Surely, when you woke up the next morning you were relieved to see the message from Peter saying got home safe. The phrase “text me when you get home” had taken a whole different meaning between the two of you. With Peter battling dangerous criminals every day and you knowing the secret identity of Spider-man and by that also being a potential target of criminal masterminds.

When you got ready to leave you grabbed your backpack, your study books, your notebook and a few notes you took for Peter during a lecture he missed due to some Avengers business. You and Peter were a great Team. If Ned was Peter’s guy in the chair, helping him get information about important missions, you were Peter’s girl to keep him on the ground. You were the one that always filled him in on everything he missed in lectures, you were the one to help him keep a cool mind when things with College and his superhero life got too much. You always gave him the best advice and sometimes you had to force him to take a break or to step back a bit for his own good. Yes, everyone deserves saving, but sometimes you can’t save everyone, and you needed to remind Peter of that so he wouldn’t risk his own life too much. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if anything bad ever happened to Peter and you could have prevented it.

Later that day, when you were done with your lectures you found yourself sitting in the library working on a group project which was due the next week with Ann and Kathrin. You knew the two from some lectures you took together, you had been meeting to get lunch or coffee a few times and now to work on the project, but you didn’t know each other too well. Your group was concentrated on the texts and papers sprawled across the table in front of you so much that you didn’t realize when Peter approached you. He placed a coffee and a blueberry muffin in front of you on the table and leaned down from where he was standing to place a short but firm kiss on the top of your head.

“I figured you would need some fuel.”, he joked.

“You’re the best.”, you beamed up to him and put your arms around his torso for a short hug. “See you tonight?”

“Promise.”, Peter smiled before leaving with his text books under his arm to look for a table in the library to study by himself.

You smiled to yourself when Peter left and took a sip from the coffee, he had gotten you. You noticed that Ann and Kathrin were watching you, smiling as well.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”, Ann said surprised. “You look really cute together.”, she added before you could properly process her words. Heat was immediately rushing to your face as you realized that to Ann Peter was probably already out of listening range, but you knew that he could probably still pick up what she just said with his enhanced senses.

“Peter? No no, we’re just best friends.”, you hastily answered, even though now you could see what Ann probably meant. It wasn’t off-limits that people would assume that you were together from the way you interacted with each other, how easily you two played off each other. But you never looked at each other in that way, you never looked Peter in that way. You had never seen him as anything more than a very good friend. But suddenly it was consuming your mind and even though you tried to direct your concentration towards the work in front of you, you weren’t quite able to fully concentrate on it anymore.

And that evening you were sitting on your bed watching a movie – a rom-com so maybe that wasn’t helping much either in your situation – trying to get the image of you and Peter as a couple out of your mind. You started to imagine how your interactions would change. Not much, really. You already cuddled to comfort each other sometimes, you already shared every secret and every free moment together. So, the only thing that would change is you two kissing. And as the movie was reaching its climax with the two leads finally coming to their senses and sharing their first kiss, you couldn’t help but imagine it was the two of you kissing. Suddenly your heart started beating like crazy in your chest and heat once again began raising to your cheeks as you admitted that you liked the thought of kissing Peter.

“Hi, (Y/N)!”

You shrieked out loud when Peter was entering through your window as usual and interrupted your daydreaming. In a swift move, you shut your laptop, maybe a tad too strongly.

“Oh my god, (Y/N). I’m sorry to startle you.”, Peter said with a smirk as he saw you calming down slowly. “Were you watching porn?”, he teased.

“No!”, you exclaimed and thought that maybe it would be best if you lied and said yes. “You just scared me, Peter!”, you said, hand laid across your chest as if to calm down your heartbeat.

“Okay okay.”, Peter laughed and seated himself beside you on your bed. “Thanks for the notes by the way.”

“What?”, you asked confused, still recovering from the scare.

“The notes you took for me? They are always better than the ones I take myself. And so cute. The doodles are just the best.”, Peter said referring to the little drawings you always added to the sides to hopefully cheer Peter up when he was revising.

“Of course. Everything for you.”, you smiled as Peter put his arm around your shoulders. You couldn’t deny that for the first time, your heart suddenly started beating faster than usual when Peter was touching you. You grew uncomfortable as you remembered the thoughts you had about Peter kissing you just a few minutes prior when you were only friends. You shouldn’t be fantasising about your best friend like that. You didn’t want to ruin the amazing friendship you built. Thinking about the possibility of that made you sad already. So, you decided to ban those thoughts to the back of your mind and just continue with the friendship as if nothing had ever happened. After all, this was the first time you thought about those things anyway.

Your promise to yourself didn’t last for long. From now on, every interaction with Peter felt different. Whenever Peter was getting you a treat or when you hugged or when you were cuddling in your bed, you felt as if suddenly there was a different energy in the room. Suddenly they didn’t feel like small signs of affection between two friends anymore. Instead, you wished that every time you hugged each other goodbye that you could just get on your tiptoes to kiss him instead. And every time you would imagine that you hated yourself a little more for even wishing for something like that.

So without even realizing it too much, you slowly grew a little bit distant to Peter. More often you would now answer I have to study to Peter’s text, asking if you were free. And then sometimes you would even lie a little when he would suggest you just study together and send him a text saying it’s for a class you’re not taking. And you would slowly drop the amount of funny and cute doodles on the sides of your notes you carefully took for Peter. Your hugs became shorter, your cuddles colder in an effort to keep yourself falling for your best friend.

There was nothing that could stop it though. Because, without realising it, you had already fallen for your best friend a long time ago. You were only keeping yourself from realising it.

Eventually, it came to a point where Peter started to notice something was off. So, when he swung by your window unannounced one evening and he saw you cuddled up to yourself in your blankets, fixated on a book in your lap, trying your best to ignore Peter’s presence, it fell apart.

“What the heck is up with you?”, Peter snapped after a few minutes of him sitting on your desk chair, fiddling with his mask in his hand when you didn’t react much to him making conversation.

“Geez.”, you said when you finally looked up from your book, only holding eye contact with Peter for a few small seconds. “Nothing.”, you shrugged with your shoulders, hoping he would just drop it again.

“Nothing? Are you serious? You’re ignoring me right now!”, Peter said, slowly raising his voice.

“I’m not.”, you mumbled, even though you knew he was right.

“You know what?”, Peter got up from your chair, obviously having enough of it. “Text me when you can talk to me normally again.”, he said snappy and put his mask back on before leaving through your window again.

As soon as he left you felt guilt washing over you. You knew your behaviour was unacceptable, that it could potentially ruin your friendship you had with Peter and you cursed yourself for it. Frustrated you ran your hands through your hair as a tear ran down your cheek. You concluded that tomorrow you would put your act together and apologize to Peter. Maybe you should just be honest with him about your feelings, but you weren’t sure about that. For now, apologizing and rebuilding your friendship would be the first task, you decided.

But when you woke up the next morning your heart dropped to your stomach when you noticed that Peter hadn’t texted you last night that he got home safely. Either he was just angry with you and didn’t text your or something bad happ-

You didn’t even allow yourself to think something like that, so instead, you texted Peter. Have you gotten home safely last night? Can I see you today? I need to talk to you. And when you got to campus you had convinced yourself that Peter was only angry with you and didn’t text you because of that. You tried to keep the bad thoughts to the back of your mind, not worrying too much.

But the alarm bells started ringing again when at noon, Peter still hadn’t texted you back and Ned Leeds approached you.

“Have you seen Peter?”, he asked you.

“Not since last night. Have you?”, you answered, worry growing inside of you.

“No, we were supposed to meet for class two hours ago.”

When those words left Ned’s mouth you felt as if the world was suddenly turning around you. Your head was dizzy with all the thoughts flooding it.

“Have you tried calling him?”, you asked, trying to organize your thoughts.

“Straight to voicemail.”

“Shit shit shit.”, muttered and walked over to the nearest chance to sit down for you. “We've gotta do something.”, you said as tears started welling up in your eyes.

Ned only nodded in agreement and not long after you found an empty group study room you could occupy. You started up the computer while Ned was already typing away on the laptop, he brought with him. You tried to search social media, news articles for any recent mentions of Spider-man. Usually, this wasn’t the kind of stuff you did, usually, Ned was Peter’s guy for this work. You could tell because Ned was already trying to hack Peter’s suit AI to find his location.

“Does this happen a lot?”, you asked Ned as he was concentrating on the screen in front of him. It took him a little bit before you could give a definite answer.

“No, but it has happened. Sometimes Peter is just not much of a team player and doesn’t give you a notice.”, Ned’s words sparked a little bit of hope in you. “But I think this is the most extreme case of that so far.”, crushing the spark of hope again.

An hour later you and Ned still hadn’t found anything. You had been stuck on a loop in the customer service hotline of Stark Industries because, of course, you didn’t have Tony Stark’s private phone number.

“I’ve got his location!”, Ned exclaimed suddenly. You darted over to where he was seated to look at his screen.

“Chicago?”, you read out loud. “How are we gonna go there, that’s like a 12-hour bus drive!”, you were already starting to think over your options.

“I can detect movement though. Let’s wait another 30 minutes first and see whether he moves or stays in one place.”, Ned suggested.

“Okay.”, you settled in your seat again. “It’s bad if he doesn’t move, right?”

“Yes, I can basically detect his movement down to a meter. So, if he doesn’t move any meter that would be very bad.”, Ned explained. Fear rushed over you at the image of Peter being tied to a chair in a warehouse somewhere or even worse-

“Who the heck uses meters? Are you trying to be a posh European?”, you teased Ned, trying to distract yourself from the imaginary in your head.

“The metric system just makes more sense.”, Ned shrugged his shoulders and continued to watch his laptop screen. “He’s moving.”, Ned stated. “Not much though, from the movement, it could be possible that he’s in a fight right now.”

Even though Peter was fighting crime every day, this was different. He was in a different city, without any notice and you didn’t know whether he was alone or not. Ten minutes later Ned informed you that Peter has been moving at a faster pace now.

“If this keeps up, it looks like he’s possibly flying back to New York.”

“Thank god.”, you muttered and put your hands on your face, only now realizing that it was covered in tears. “How long till he’s back?”

“Probably in around 1 and a half hours if he keeps it up.”

“Should we go back to his apartment?”, you suggested, and Ned agreed.

Two hours later you both were sat on the couch at Peter’s apartment when the door clicked and opened. Both of you quickly sitting up and turning your heads to see Peter walk in, looking fine and wearing normal clothes.

“Dude!”, Ned exclaimed, making Peter jump slightly in surprise.

“What the heck?”, he asked when he saw you both sitting on his couch.

“No, Peter, what the heck?”, you opposed, your words filled with anger. “Where have you been?”

“On a mission with the Avengers.”, he answered as he set his backpack by the side of the door.

“Dude, you have to tell us.”, Ned said after he stood up and walked towards Peter to hug him. “You seriously can’t do that.”, Ned said silently after he hugged Peter. Peter let his eyes quickly dart over to your face and noticed the red swollen eyes looking back at him.

“My phone died, I’m sorry.”, Peter said.

“And Tony Stark doesn’t have a phone charger on his multi-million-dollar quinjet?”, you snapped. Peter only shrugged his shoulders. All you wanted to do was just hug Peter, but you were still angry with him and you didn’t feel like it was the right choice, with everything that happened last night.

“I’m gonna go.”, Ned said and patted Peter on his back before sharing one last look with you.

“Don’t you wanna go as well?”, Peter asked as he was running his hand through his curls.

“You don’t know what I want.”

“That’s true.”, he said, undertone in his voice clear as he was settling himself on the other end of the couch opposite of you.

“So you really had no form of communication to tell us you were okay? We missed class because we tried to-“, you said before Peter was harshly interrupting you.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)! Quit it!”, Peter put his hand into his hands. “You have no idea what it’s like to be a superhero. You have no idea how tired I am right now because you have no idea what a mission like this means!”, Peter raised his voice, his eyes already glistening from tears. “And then you only make it worse with your weird behaviour. So, if you’re only here to make me feel worse, please just go.”, when Peter looked you directly in the eyes to tell you the last sentence it broke your heart. This was the first time you had ever fought. You tried to swallow down the tears, but you couldn’t stop them from coming up again. You knew this was exactly everything you wanted to avoid.

“Damnit, Peter. I was worried. I had no idea where you were and I knew you were angry with me.”, you tried to explain yourself. “I am so sorry for last night, Pete.”, you almost whispered now. “I could not live in a world where anything bad happens to you.”, you admitted, looking deep into Peter’s eyes but not being able to read his expression.

“Didn’t look like that last night…”, Peter muttered under his breath.

“I am sorry! I know I have been distant recently. I didn’t mean to be.”, you said, not sure how you could explain your behaviour.

“We were always the best team, (Y/N). Why did you suddenly act as if I was invisible to you?”, Peter asked, hurt obvious in his voice.

“You’re going to hate me if I tell you.”, you said, your eyes avoiding Peter’s gaze.

“No.”, Peter said empathetically as he was scooting closer to you. “I could never hate you.”, he said and took one of your hands into his, unsure whether that was okay for you. You knew that the very base you two built your friendship upon was honesty. And you knew that honesty was the only way you answer to Peter right now.

“Pete, you are my bestest friend in the world and I don’t want that to ever change…”, you said, still not looking up from the hands of the two of you intertwined in your lap. “But I have a feeling this is going to ruin our friendship.”, you slowly continued. “I’m in love with you.”, you said, already bracing for whatever reaction Peter would have to this. The few seconds that lasted after your confession felt as if they were hours. You didn’t know you had been holding your breath until Peter finally moved. He released his hand from your grip. Of course, you thought yourself, it’s over now. You didn’t allow yourself to look up now, too afraid to see Peter’s weirded out face. You were only frozen in place, unable to move as a cold shiver ran through your whole body. Before you could release your body from its stare to leave Peter, as it was the only logical thing to escape this hurtful silence, Peter’s hand moved towards you again. This time it reached for your face to gently cup your cheek in his warm hand.

“(Y/N)-baby…”, Peter said in a low voice, almost only a whisper. “Look at me.”, he said as he used his other hand to cup your other cheek, using his thumbs to slowly wipe away some of your tears that had already gone cold. You slowly raised your gaze, surprised to see that Peter still had tears in his eyes, but he had a small smile on his lips. “I’m in love with you too.”, he said, making your heart skip a beat and your breath hitch. “Weren’t you able to tell by now?”, he asked, only making you shake your head in turn, because, no, you hadn’t noticed. But suddenly all those moments of affection flooded your mind. All the times Peter brought you coffee without even asking, all the times you two cuddled in bed, watching all your favourite movies and shows, all the times Peter took you for a swing around the city and all the cool buildings he brought you to the top of to watch countless sunsets with you. After all, those weren’t signs of affection between friends. “Stop thinking so much.”, Peter laughed as he practically saw how much time you spent making sense of all the things. And before you could say something yourself, Peter used his hands resting on your face to move your faces together and to finally lock his lips with yours. A warmth you had never felt before immediately overcame your body as Peter’s soft lips were innocently pressed on top of yours. They tasted sweet and if they could taste like it, they would also taste like comfort and familiarity. You finally gave into the tingling in your fingertips when you moved them from your lap, to find their place in Peter’s soft but unruly curls. After your lips disconnected again you two immediately fell into a long comforting hug.

“I can’t believe this.”, you mumbled as your face was pressed against Peter’s chest.

“Me neither.”, Peter laughed and pressed a kiss on top of your head. “Promise me next time you will just tell me what you’re feeling, instead of just ignoring me?”

“I’m sorry.”, you said truthfully. “I promise.”

“No more secrets.”

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sparkles-and-trash · 5 years ago

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Recess is over, bitches!

It’s been nine (9) days since I last posted on here, which is seriously the longest I’ve gone since I made this blog holy shit hahah

I didn’t even check the app or site from Friday-Friday, besides slowly working on my theme and stuff, and it’s was hard a first, lol, but soon it was actually really nice to focus on some other things for a while!

So, what now?

I’ve had some time to think about what this site and blog really means to me, and I gotta say, having somewhere to go, where people are seriously interested to hear about my silly little ideas and thoughts everything from fandom, to my dog, to just life stuff, it’s a true blessing!

That being said, it’s not just sunshine and flowers!

I have been struggling with a lot of guilt and a sore conscience when I don’t post enough, don’t do requests fast enough, not update fics fast enough, and I think a lot of it stems from me not having a “normal” job, which is, to be fair, due to illness, and I kinda in some weird way feel like this becomes my job, so I can tell myself that at least I’m doing something?

That has turned into me taking this way too seriously, which is something I’m gonna try to change!

Fandom, writing, drawing, requests, it’s all a hobby, something I do for fun, and for free, and it shouldn’t ever be a burden, not on me and not to others.

Basically this just means I’m gonna try to take my time when I need it, write and work when I’m inspired and have good days health wise, and try to remember it’s okay to prioritize irl things, like my riding job, my friends, my family and other hobbies, when I feel like it!

Current Projects

I’ve already just posted this list, but that’s so I can link it in my bio, so if you’ve read that, no need to re-read this part!

❂ Clandestine Academy - A South Park Monster AU

This AU was made for personal world building practice, but then I actually fell in love with it, and had to make it an actual thing!

You find them over at @clandestine-academy, where you find info about the monsters, small stories, and have the ability to ask them questions!

❂ Frozen Heart, a Frozen! AU with Tweek as Elsa and Kenny as Anna, currently just a WIP but will maaaybe be a multi chaptered fan-fiction!

This one started as just a fun art concept for me to practice on who I saw Frozen 2, but the more I work on it, the more I love it!

I’m still not sure what I’m gonna do with this, except keep doodling characters, think about the story, draw some scenes and just throw my thoughts and feelings for it into the void (Tumblr), but I’ll keep you guys updated!

❂ South Park One-shots and smaller projects like Lover, at ao3

Some simple, fluffy, ship, and even smut filled one-shots, and I’ll slowly continue my little Lover project!

All over at my ao3

❂ A re-do of my South Park High School AU

Once upon a time, when I was new to this fandom, I made a High School AU, like pretty much everyone else has at some point.

Now that I’ve been here a while and have different and new headcanons and ships I really wanna re-do it, and I’m excited to get started!

❂ Small moodboards, drabbles and requests for South Park, SSO and Bob’s Burgers!

Just small, fun things to keep me and you guys entertained now and then!

My requests are always open, but they can take a long time as I’m both ill and have a bunch of other stuff I’m working on!

New bio and carrd pages

While I was on break, I made myself a new bio, so hopefully it’s more user friendly, I changed some stuff with my theme, and I made Carrd pages! These should all be linked in my bio as well, but here they are anyways!

main carrd

about my blog

about me

fandoms

I think that’s all for now dudes, I’ll get to answering asks and stuff later tonight, but first I’m gonna make myself some dope as carbonara and watch some Love is Blind, which I am totally obsessed with lmao! I’m sooo happy I didn’t start watching until everything was out, I don’t think I could have handled waiting!

#I'm baaaaack #blog #blog update #about me #carrd #txt #personal #South Park projects #sp #writing #clandestine tag #frozen heart au #fics #mental health #just stuff <3

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bethhxrmon · 6 years ago

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All I Ask of You Pt. 29

“Turn my head with thoughts of summertime” - “All I Ask of You” from The Phantom of the Opera

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female OC

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Light angst, nightmares

Summary: The summer shenanigans are starting!

A/N: This chapter was kinda difficult to get out this week, I’m out of town so I’m posting from a hotel. So I hope y’all enjoy! As always, the masterlist is in my bio

It still took most of the night for Annie to get to bed, though she had spent most of it talking to Peter. The guy was so stubborn and refused to leave her alone until he was positive that she was okay. Which, what had she expected? After several months of knowing him, Annie had never known him to just drop something.

What she hadn’t expected was for Tony to walk right into the house, yelling for everyone to get up. Why in the world did they have to get up so early? They had the entire summer ahead of them.

“Come on, you need to get up,” Tony said, knocking on her door.

Annie groaned, “Why?”

“Because I made breakfast,” he replied.

Annie sighed, “Can’t you make it later?”

“It is later,” he stated, “It’s after nine.”

“That’s not later!” Annie exclaimed.

“Just get out of bed,” he said, and Annie could almost hear him rolling his eyes.

Annie took a few minutes, but she eventually made it out of her room. While she was the last one out, she was also willing to bet she was the one who had gotten the least amount of sleep. She had been awake until four in the morning. Though it beat waking up in the middle of the night.

Once she was out in the kitchen, Harper handed Annie a cup full of coffee, “You look dead.”

“It’s because I didn’t sleep much,” Annie replied, taking the cup and taking a drink of the bitter liquid.

Peter frowned, “I don’t know how you can drink that stuff plain.”

“Because this isn’t the first time she’s gone weeks with low sleep,” Harper responded, sitting down, “I’m telling you, ya gotta get tested for manic depression.”

Annie shrugged, “I’ll do that once I turn eighteen. That’s the only time they’ll be able to do anything about it.”

“Why are we saying she has manic depression?” asked Tony.

“Oh, because I go through weeks where I just go completely crazy and productive and get no sleep, but I throw myself into everything. And then I just crash for a few weeks and can’t get myself to do much. I don’t really know why, but I have a few theories,” she explained.

Pepper frowned, “Maybe you couldn’t get diagnosed, but you could at least find better ways to deal with it.”

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna give up my identity or anything. The last thing I need is for my parents to find out. Plus I only have, like, two more years before I move out. It’ll all work itself out,” she said, taking another drink.

Tony shook his head, “That’s beside the point. I’m gonna start training you guys today, though, you both need to work together more.”

“But Mr. Stark, we’re already working together,” Peter pointed out.

Annie sighed, “Yeah, but half the time I couldn’t stand you and the other half of the time we weren’t really working together. It was really just me and my chronic dumbassery.”

“She’s kind of right. If you’re gonna team up, which you need to do if anything’s gonna work out with this whole Carnival business. You have to be coordinated,” Tony said, taking a bite of pancakes.

Peter nodded slowly, “Okay, but how do we even know what to do about Carnival? My webbing didn’t even stop the guy.”

“Because he mimics powers. Remember how I basically blasted off your webbing when we fought that one time? He can do the exact same thing,” she replied.

“Wait, you guys fought? I thought you were all in love with each other?” Tony asked, looking between them.

Harper shrugged, “It took a hot minute. And then another few hot minutes.”

“Oh yeah, I remember that day! Peter was flipping out about it and talking about how he needed to come up with something that couldn’t be destroyed by her. And then the whole musical thing happened and I guess we all forgot about it,” Ned said.

Annie set her cup down, “Okay, I got it! The real key here is getting webbing that I can’t break. Except, I don’t know how to do that. I don’t even really know everything that I can do.”

“Which is why we need to do this. We’ll train you against all Pete’s web settings,” Tony decided.

Annie grimaced, “There’s not a better way of doing things?”

“Think of it as an experiment. We’ll come up with some things for you too, don’t worry,” Tony assured her.

“And what am I doing for the suit?” Harper asked.

Pepper shrugged, “You should probably work on a sketch.”

“I literally have so many. This has been my brainchild for years now. I’ve always wanted to make a kickass suit because there are so many variations,” Harper replied, grinning.

“Well, then work on picking one, and Ned, you’re gonna help them for right now,” Pepper replied, “I’ll help you guys if you need anything.”

After breakfast, Annie finally took the time to get out of pajamas and into her regular leggings, shirt, and combat boots. She was not looking forward to getting trapped in webbing all day, but she knew that was the only thing that any of them could think of.

Plus she felt like it would make up for all the times she had been somewhat of a jerk to Peter. Not to mention it was still time with him. Though, she really did also want to make up for lost time with Harper. It had been months since she had seen her best friend and it was still so refreshing to finally see them again.

Although, Annie also knew that Harper was going to be enjoying themself with finally getting a chance to work on a legitimate suit. It was going to be a long summer, but it felt like it was going to be her one chance to figure out everything that was going on.

Well, at least, she felt like her prospects were good until she got covered in webbing for the umpteeth time. And, while she was perfectly capable of blasting off all the combinations, it was beginning to get tiring.

Annie sighed, “Can I just say that I can’t get out of this one? Then could we maybe have me do something else aside from being a test dummy.”

“Do you have any better ideas?” Tony asked.

“I mean, are these all from the same web fluid?” she countered.

Peter paused, “I mean, yeah, why wouldn’t I… oh.”

“Yeah, the same chemicals would still have the same effect. So… we’ve been doing nothing for the last two hours. And I’m exhausted,” Annie said, crossing her arms.

Peter sighed, “Okay, but what would you not be able to break out of?”

“I don’t know… maybe it’s not about what I could break out of but more so what wouldn’t react well to being blasted,” she suggested, “I mean, I’m not a science nerd by any means, but I think that would maybe make sense.”

“Actually, that’s a great idea. Except, I’m not sure how we would test it. We don’t want to hurt you… but I think we’re on a better track,” Tony agreed.

Annie sighed, “But maybe that’s the only way.”

“No, it’s not. We’ll figure something out, but I’m not hurting you, got it?” Peter responded.

It was clear that even after everything that was said the night before, not much had been fixed. Sure, they both cared about each other, and Annie didn’t exactly want to get hurt, but she wanted to fix what was going on. If that meant that she was possibly going to get hurt in the process, she felt like it would be worth it in the end.

However, it seemed that she was the only person who thought that. Even Tony ended up siding with Peter. It didn’t matter what she ended up saying, both of them insisted that there would have to be a different way to test what she could and couldn’t handle without doing anything to her.

“You’re not a science project!” Peter exclaimed, pacing around the living area.

Annie scoffed, “Tell that to the laboratory in Brazil!”

“You’re not there. You’re here. And I’m not about to do anything that could get you hurt. You wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, so why would you make me do that?” he asked.

“Because there’s nothing else we can do. And most of this was my fault anyways, I mean, how could it not be?”

“Okay, so, you screw up once-”

“Several times”

“And you expect me to… punish you for something you didn’t mean to do? I can’t do that. I’m not about to just let you go out and hurt yourself.”

“Peter, this is about more than that. You wouldn’t be hurting me. You wouldn’t have to do it like that. You’re thinking of the worst case scenario.”

“Yeah? Then what’re you thinking?”

“If I have a new suit, and it wouldn’t be susceptible to whatever we come up with, then I’d be fine. We could test it out, no one gets hurt.”

“And you think that would happen?”

“Trust me, I know Harper, they’re brilliant. And it can get worked out, okay?”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“Who’s not just saying what?” Harper asked, looking between the both of them.

Ned stood in the doorway, “I think they were fighting.”

“What? Nah, we’re good, we’re fine,” Peter claimed.

Annie rolled her eyes, “We were fighting, but now we’re fine.”

“Okay, well, Ned and I finally picked a really cool design. And, actually, he’s really good at drawing. You should see some of his ideas,” Harper said, sitting on the couch and opening up a sketchbook.

Ned shrugged, “I mean, it’s okay, it was just some ideas for a suit for you Peter… I mean, I just got kinda bored.”

“Shut up, you’re really good,” Harper said, showing Annie and Peter the pictures, “See? He’s great!”

After finally making it through the day, Annie had no trouble getting into her bed. If anything, she made it there earlier than any of the others. There was something about having to constantly use her powers that left her feeling completely drained.

She ended up passing out on her bed, not having any issue with feeling exhausted enough to sleep. Everyone in the small cabin ended up falling asleep not too long after. The way their makeshift camp was going, it felt like they were all going to go back to New York completely exhausted.

While Annie was asleep, she quickly started to toss and turn. All she could smell and taste was smoke. It choked her from the inside and she couldn’t breathe. Her lungs constricted and she felt the flames starting to get onto her.

She tried to move, to scream, to do something, but she couldn’t get anything to happen. It was like she was stuck in the spot she was in. And she wasn’t sure if she was listening right, but Annie could have sworn she heard Tina screaming.

Why couldn’t she get herself to just move a little bit? She needed to start moving before she stopped breathing.

Then, she finally got the chance to move herself forward a little, but the moment she did, everything below her collapsed. Annie could see everything around her being covered with large flames as she fell.

Annie woke with a start, almost ready to scream. It was only then that she finally felt like she could breathe again. That didn’t fix the wave of nausea that overcame her as she started to breathe faster and faster.

All she could hear was the ever increasing rate of her heart. There was bile coming up her throat, and she rushed out of her room to get to the bathroom. She vomited into the toilet, and she felt tears stinging the back of her eyes. As badly as she wanted to cry out, she didn’t want to wake anyone up. This was something that she needed to get through by herself. Except, she had no idea how she was supposed to do that. She couldn’t get her breathing to slow down, and her hands shook so badly that she was almost unable to flush the toilet.

She couldn’t hold still enough to rinse the taste out of her mouth. There had to be something that she could do. Maybe some tea would help.

Nightmares weren’t uncommon after everything that had happened, but she couldn’t remember the last time one of them felt so real. Like she was actually dying.

Since making tea was the only idea she could think of, Annie made her way to the kitchen, holding onto the walls to make sure she wouldn’t fall over. How could she not get herself to do some of the most basic things? Maybe, if she just kept forcing herself to try and do something for once, she would calm down.

Except, the more she kept trying to force herself, the more she kept shaking. Annie looked through the cabinets. Surely there was some kind of tea in one of them. It took looking through the cabinets and knocking some of the thing off the shelves before she found something that she was pretty sure was tea. Only, tears kept clouding her vision and she could barely see what she was doing because every time she blinked, she felt more and more tears falling down her face.

Then, she went to get the tea kettle and once she let go of the counter, her legs started to buckle. Annie felt a sob come from her as she hit the cold floor. Maybe if she just pushed herself up she could keep going. The thing was, she didn’t want to get up. She couldn’t bring herself to stand up.

“Hey, Annie?”

She looked up to see Peter, his eyes wide. He sat next to her and he slowly wrapped an arm around her.

“Hey, are you alright?” he asked, turning her face to meet his.

Annie shook her head, sobbing. She was quick to cling to him and buried her face into his chest. It still felt like she could just barely breathe.

“I-I-I-I c-ca-can’t breathe,” she stuttered between short gasps.

Peter frowned, holding her close, “It’s okay, you need to slow down before you pass out, okay? You’re okay, nothing’s happening right now.”

“B-b-b-but th-the fi-fire.”

“What fire? Oh… no, there’s no fire here, you’re safe, alright? I’ve got you, I’m holding you. And I’m gonna help you get up, okay? Do you want me to carry you?” Peter asked, keeping his voice soft and low.

Annie nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. Peter then picked her up, taking her over to where the couch was. He set her down and sat next to her and ran his hands through her hair as she cried, helping her to stop hyperventilating.

“I-I know it wasn’t real… but, dammit, it was so real. I-I-I couldn’t move and then the building collapsed from under me,” she started, shaking her head, avoiding looking at Peter.

“It’s okay, I um… I heard the toilet flush… a-and I kinda couldn’t sleep again, and I heard you crying… Annie, you need to do something about this.”

“This isn’t the type of thing that happens, though. This isn’t normal.”

“Which is why you need to do something, maybe you could talk to Mr. Stark or something.”

“Or, crazy idea, I can just fix this myself. I-it won’t happen again.”

“If you don’t tell someone, I will.”

“Peter you-”

“This may not be something that happens, but I know you need some type of help. I don’t want you to get hurt and I don’t like seeing you like this.”

Annie took a deep breath and nodded, “Okay, fine, I’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“Good,” Peter said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Neither of them said very much after that. As much as Annie still didn’t want to tell anyone about what was going on, she knew Peter was right. What was more, she knew the others would have said the same thing.

Peter was the first one to start nodding off again, quickly waking up again, “Maybe we should get back to sleep.”

“Do you think we could maybe just stay here?” Annie asked.

He nodded, “Yeah, sure.”

They positioned themselves so they were both lying on the couch, holding each other. Annie’s head rested on his chest, laying there for some time before she finally went back to sleep.

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ursae-minoris-world · 6 years ago

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Voltron postivity masterpost !

Sooo…. In the middle of the shitstorm happening after s7 aired, I’m thankful that my dash stayed pretty positive and chill so, first of all, I’d like to thank you guys for being so cool !:)

I’ve definitely also seen mutuals saying they wanted to spread positivity, and I’ve seen quite a few messages on my dash from people searching for positive blogs and content. So I thought I’d share a few things if it can help. Feel free to add stuff !

1- Positivity projects and events

Project #ThankYouTeamVoltron

@projectthankyouteamvoltron

“ Project #ThankYouTeamVoltron is a fanmade project to show the creators, cast, and other fans, love and support to combat the negative attention that they have been receiving. Use the tag #ThankYouTeamVoltron and @projectthankyouteamvoltron/@TYTeamVoltron on Tumblr and Twitter to let us see what you have to share! “

more info !

Letters for team Voltron

@lettersforvoltron

“Letters for Voltron is a positive space to write letters to Voltron staff, thanking them for their hard work. Write, draw, be positive! Tag @lettersforvoltron in your post and tag it with #lettersforvoltron, so that we can share it on here, but we will also be making a booklet to be given to the show runners for NYCC. We want lots of art, writing, doodles, etc! “

more info !

Video by the Let’s Voltron Podcast

The Let's Voltron Podcast on twitter is trying to get people together to make a thank you video for the cast and crew.

more info !

Under the “read more” : blog recs, curate your dash, create positive content, take a deep breath !

2- Blog recs

I’ve seen fans looking for blogs with positive content, here are a few.

First of, I always recommend the networks, they’re awesome ?! They’re ship-friendly, drama-free, don’t reblog from antis, there are some for a lot of characters and ships (more or less active depending on the network). Everything is tagged, so you can blacklist any ship you don’t like, or just ships in general if you want to stick to gen content. Honestly, huge thank you to the mods involved in this.

So you have, for example, networks for characters : @shiroganetwork , @pidgenetwork , @hunk-network, @mcclainetwork , @thealluranetwork ...

networks for ships : @sheithnetwork , @thealluranetwork ...

check their “affiliates and networks” pages to find more. There are quite a lot !

Also good blogs for ships : @fuckyeahsheith ;

and @the-sheith-tag , which just reblogs everything in the sheith tag without the hate !

Good blogs for characters, gen / ship free (but still ship and let ship point of view), drama-free : @fuckyeahkogane , @fuckyeahshirogane

Other individual blogs :

gen : @officiallyvoltron , @heraimisgettinbetter

Sheith / multiship : @dent-de-leon , @arahir , @kcgane , @as-many-times-as-it-takes , @flusteredkeith , @saltyshiro , @belovedsheith , @bellenomura , @prettyboyekeith , @paladin-pile , @malenkamyshka …

And I guess you can add me too !

(if anyone doesn’t want to be listed here please don’t hesitate to send me a message and I’ll remove your blog from the list !!!)

This is just a small selection from the blogs I follow. I’m sure there are many, many others.

Also : have a look at your favorite fanartists’ blogs. Many of them just post drawings and don’t get much involved in fandom drama (or at least not on their art blog). Same goes for people creating gifs (ex : @fudayk )

3- Curate your dash

This is a bit of fandom 101, but it never hurts to share it :

- Here is how to block tags on your dash : https://staff.tumblr.com/post/168546216735/tag-filtering-is-here

There is also xkit, which I so far have not personnally used, but which is pretty well-known as a good tool : https://new-xkit-extension.tumblr.com/

Now, most fan-blogs are pretty good with tagging, and usually, when people rant, they have specific tags for it ; most commonly things like discourse, salt, and / or voltron critical. Often, people also have specific tags for that, just look at how their negative posts are tagged or see if they have their tagging system explained somewhere in their about / bio or in a specific page.

In times like these, having those tags blocked can be a life-savior.

- Don’t hesitate to unfollow blogs that are too negative if that kind of content isn’t for you. More generally, you are 100 % allowed to unfollow blogs when their content are not your thing anymore, for whatever reason. It’s ok, I promise !!!

- Beware if you browse the tags

Honestly, I’m not even setting a foot in the tags right now. There was always hate and cross tagging, and I don’t want to know what it looks like right now. I prefer to get my content from blogs I trust. When I do go into the tags, I tend to block antis on sight, and after a while I see less sh*t.

4- Create positive content !

I’ve occasionally seen people intimidated by the idea of creating content themselves. They think you have to be a talented artist or writer to do so.

There are some simple things you can do ! For example, sharing screencaps of your favorite moments, and maybe you can (but don’t have to) add a comment about why you liked them. Participate in the projects I have listed in my first part. Write a post about what you enjoyed in s7. It doesn’t have to be long or really analytic !

Memes can be pretty fun, too. Here are a few :

List your top 10 vld ships

voltron ask meme

voltron ask game (sorry @bellenomura, I haven’t completed mine yet and I can’t find the original, so I’m sharing yours).

Don’t worry if you haven’t been tagged or something. Let’s just say I tag you ! :p

5- Take a deep breath

If fandom drama makes you upset or anxious, remember to take a break. Stay away from tumblr, go take a walk outside, talk to a friend, go to the gym / for a run / to the swimming pool, take care of your pets / garden / potted plants, read a book, play a music instrument, watch something else, look at silly cat videos on youtube, whatever makes you happy. Take care of yourself. Remember that this is literally just a cartoon. There are many other cartoons and series, and then many other things happening in the world. However overwhelming it might sometimes feel when you follow the fandom, this is actually not that important.

#voltron #voltron positivity #voltron thoughts #my stuff #fandom #resources #long post

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burberrycanary · 7 years ago

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The High Place Phenomenon

I had the most amazing group of wonderful betas—@soyforramen, @mercuryfish, @starlightafterastorm, @bewarethesmirk, @theatreofexpression and @tallulalusa—who helped me tremendously with this difficult fic! For @village-skeptic <3 Read it on AO3.

It’s a Wednesday—Betty will never forget that unimportant detail—just after the final bell releases the pent-up mass of students. At the far end of the hall, a group of boys in letterman jackets start tossing tennis balls against the lockers with rattling bangs.

A stray tennis ball whips out into the crowd of students flowing past. Someone yells, God, stop it already! followed by hoots of laughter.

Kevin falls into step next to her, leaning in close. In a rush he says, “Okay, so don’t shoot the messenger, but there’s a rumor Jughead and Toni hooked up, or are hooking up, and I thought you should know.”

Betty stops in the middle of the hallway, hearing another bang from a tennis ball and an angry cry and all the layered confusion of footfalls.

She thinks, Jug would never.

He wouldn’t.

That can’t be—

“Wait.” She glances over at Kevin, because something doesn’t add up. “Where did you hear this? No one even knows who Toni is here.”

Kevin won’t quite meet her eyes when he says, “The rumor’s at Southside High.”

Someone jostles past Betty with a muttered, Move, crazy girl. Kevin says something she can’t make out. She grabs his elbow and pushes backwards through the press of bodies until they’re past the mostly empty east hallway and have the Blue and Gold’s office door closed behind them.

Betty drops her bag and leans against the edge of the desk. Her boss desk as Jughead used to—

“How do you know about the rumors at Southside High?”

Kevin stares down at his highly polished shoes. “My sources are legion, Betty. Legion.”

Betty raises both of her eyebrows, crosses her arms and waits.

“Okay, fine.” His expression turns wary. “I may or may not be hooking up with a guy from Southside High, who told me.”

But this isn’t true—it can’t be because that’s not who Jughead is. Betty won’t feed into a rumor by asking Kevin for specifics, so she digs out a smile and shifts the focus.

“Is he cute? Your mystery Southside source?”

Kevin blinks, thrown off, and leans against one of the old student desks. Some of the tension drops out of his shoulders.

“Betty, you know I’m a sucker for a pretty face.”

Yeah, she thinks, but remembers the lovely pink streaks in Toni’s long hair instead.

“And an ear for gossip,” Kevin adds, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Dreamboat combination, really.”

On the walk home, Betty stares down at the rain-damp sidewalk and twists the handle of her open umbrella between her palms in arcs that send gathered raindrops flying. Her mind clicks through the options in time with each twist: ignore, verify, ask. Ignore, verify, ask. Ignore—

You trust Jughead, Betty reminds herself, walking up her driveway. She lets herself into the empty house and hangs up her coat in the hall closet.

She has been trusting Jughead.

Betty tries not to let her mind catch on the way Toni had said, You’re nothing like what I pictured, the Code Breaking Incident, seeing them together at Pop’s, the missed calls and—

She pauses in front of the mirror her mom put up in the front hall. I’m being insecure, Betty thinks at her reflection, as her mind kicks off the ruthless process of point-by-point comparison that she’s helpless to stop. Toni is very pretty.

She trusts Jughead.

But Betty has been chasing stories for a while now. The horrible rush that’s flowing up from low in her gut—more intense than the best runner’s high and packing in all the relief of picking at a healing scab—isn’t insecurity. She’s stumbled onto something. She just doesn’t know what yet.

Everything around her is still and silent except for the occasional taps of the rain on the windows and the steady ticks of the grandfather clock as its pendulum heart swings back and forth.

She almost wishes Kevin hadn’t told her, because the loose thread you don’t notice is the easiest one not to pull.

I’m just being insecure.

The prim, ordinary girl in the mirror keeps staring back. Her fingers twitch inward.

Betty flexes them straight again and heads up to her bedroom. Washed-out afternoon light sneaks in through the half-open blinds, leaving faint bars along the floor.

She’s emptying her backpack, Bio and Pre-Calc and her notebook, when her eyes catch on two library books shoved off to the side of her desk. She’d needed them for a local history project she finished last week. She’s been meaning to return them, but not making the time—even though the walk is only about half an hour there and back.

Probably less, since she can get to Southside High in fifteen minutes and the library is a few blocks closer.

Betty’s hands still on her backpack as she stares at the unreturned books and thinks, It’s just a rumor.

She finds a canvas tote for the books on account of the rain. She writes a note for her mom in the same bright pink ink she’s used since she was ten, to leave on the breakfast bar:

Returning books to library. Will be home for dinner. B.

She puts back on her coat, grabs her umbrella and—

Betty stops outside on the front stoop with her hand closed tight around the doorknob. She draws in a lungful of damp air and holds her breath, feeling the tumbling speed of her heart.

With a final tug, she closes the door and hears the snick of the lock catch behind her.

Betty heads to the center of town, by the cemetery with its green, mossy pathways and gray headstones that look almost black from the rain. She traces the familiar route, past Pop’s and on towards the railroad tracks.

She stops between the rails with her feet on the rough wooden crossties and stares down the line of the tracks that disappear into the green mass of Fox Forest. Wisps of mist curl around the treetops. A few drops of rain poke at the top of her umbrella like the nudge of a ghostly finger.

She imagines disappearing down the railroad tracks and seeing how far she gets before there’s a train. For a distorted moment, staring down the tracks feels like looking over the edge of a high cliff—like peering past the lip of the old quarry and leaning back against that irrational urge to step forward into nothing. Something about the feeling makes Betty picture the specific blue of Jughead’s eyes in the afternoon light as he sat across from her in Pop’s and spun out his fantasy of escape, of jumping on his bike with her and leaving Riverdale behind.

She’s only been on his bike once for the short ride from the hospital to Pop’s and back. She recalls so clearly how his voice switched between teasing and almost shy. How she’d strapped on his helmet and wrapped her arms tight around his waist as the numbing wind roared past. Under the wheels of the bike, the road had been a smooth dark blur that would flay their skins off at the first bad spill.

A mistake, one wrong mistake—

Betty leans back from the wild, irrational urge and crosses the tracks.

The library is just on the wrong side of town. The bright dividing line between North and South isn’t something she’d thought about much during summer nights at the drive-in or those Sunday mornings the Coopers appeared at the church right across the street from Southside High.

Betty drops the books into the return slot and listens as they clatter down the unseen inner chutes.

On the front steps leading up to Southside High, a half dozen boys in ripped denim that’s decorated with silver spikes linger in a staggered semi-circle, carrying on overlapping conversations and passing around a bag of Red Vines. They fall silent and stare as she climbs the steps and pushes through the front doors.

She slips past the metal detectors next to the long tables and empty gray bins that are chained in place.

The layers of angry graffiti that cover the lockers and walls unnerve her each time she sees them. Halfway down the main hall she reads smack my bitch up in huge, angular letters and underneath in a drippy, looping black script she had it coming. After that Betty lets her eyes skim around the edges of words.

Jughead would hate to think of himself as a creature of habit, but the Red and Black office has replaced Pop’s as his hangout when he’s not with the Serpents or at the trailer. Betty knocks on the door as she pushes it open and takes in the still-cluttered room with the dusty drop cloths, the half-closed blackout curtains and, side-by-side, the two coffee makers, silver and army green.

Jughead looks back over his shoulder at her knock.

“Betty?” He sounds surprised. She tries not to evaluate whether his tone implies she’s a good surprise or a bad surprise.

“Hi! I was just returning some library books.” Betty stops herself from shifting the empty canvas tote on her shoulder like a prop in a play. “I hoped to catch you here.”

She leans back against the messy table nearest the one over-sized window. Dust motes drift through the slanted column of sunlight. She considers asking what he's working on, if he’s uncovered any new leads, but Jughead is already closing his laptop. Since the Red and Black has switched to an all digital publication—something to do with the paper budget running out—she can read all his pieces online like everyone else whenever she wants.

Betty didn’t ask him to leave, but she watches him finish packing up. The clash of the red flannel tied around his waist with his leather jacket is an almost endearing combination as long as she doesn’t let herself think about the implications.

Jughead stops in front of her, staring down. His eyebrows draw together a little.

“Everything okay?”

Betty shoves down the sharp-edged laughter that unfolds inside her chest and leans back, bracing her hands on the table. “When are things ever okay?”

Jughead scoffs but the sound is gentler than she expects. He touches her arm, coming a half-step closer. “Betty Cooper. That sounded cynical. You must be spending too much time with the wrong sort of people.”

Betty tips her chin up and replies without much thought because the way Jughead is staring at her mouth is all she can focus on.

He tilts his head to the side with a motion that’s so deliberate and slow her heart speeds up. Her eyes flutter closed as he cups the back of her neck with a big warm hand and leans in to kiss her.

Betty slides her fingers under the edge of his heavy jacket, feeling the soft lining against her knuckles, and fits her palms to the warm curves of his sides. She opens her mouth at the sweep of his tongue, screams at her brain to shut up so she can get lost in his mouth and in his hand on her neck and the hot flicker of sparks that race all over her skin.

His other hand slides from her shoulder down her back to toy with the edge of her shirt. His thumb slips under to graze against her bare skin and her imagination sends that same touch across the tops of her breasts, down her stomach, trailing up the inside of her thighs....

His lean, warm body feels amazing under her palms as her hands move over the defined ridges of his ribs to his chest and up to his neck. The kiss feeds the banked down heat in her stomach that makes her want to press up against him, to tug him close and get her legs around his waist to pull him in—

The stuttering rev of a motorcycle engine breaks the spell and slams her back into herself. Betty pulls away from the kiss and presses her forehead against his shoulder. The worn leather feels cool against her skin and smells faintly of sweat and smoke.

All the hazy warmth leeches away from her and she wishes she could have trapped the feeling in a jar like a caught lightning bug.

Betty draws in a slow, steadying breath and asks, “Walk me home?”

They have to stop by the trailer so he can swap his jacket for one of his old fleece-lined coats, since they’ve learned the hard way that anyone with a serpent on their back north of the tracks draws glares or worse.

Jughead can slip between sides only when he looks like the person he used to be. Betty reaches for his hand as he clatters down the metal stairs of the trailer back to where she is waiting.

She can count the number of blocks from Sunnyside trailer park to her house on both hands.

Just nine and a half blocks.

Betty waits until they’re turning onto Elm Street before she says, “Kevin still hasn’t let go of Fox Forest, not completely—”

Jughead looks puzzled and she realizes she never told him much about fighting and making up with Kevin. Or fighting and making up with him again when Veronica got Kevin in their brief, bitter estrangement.

They’re already halfway down the block. Focus.

“But he must be getting over it because he mentioned this new guy. A steady hookup. Who goes to Southside High.”

Jughead tilts his head, listening in his calm, focused way that so often gives her a place to pour her racing thoughts.

“I think they’re bonding over a shared love of gossip. Kevin said something else though. A rumor.”

She lets go of Jughead’s hand as they reach the bottom of the steps that lead up to the front door. Her mom’s car is in the driveway and the lights are on in the downstairs windows.

Betty turns to face Jughead, shoving her hands in her the pockets of her coat and ducking her head before making herself glance up.

Look offended, she thinks. Look confused.

“He mentioned a rumor that you and Toni are hooking up.”

Jughead’s eyes go wide and he immediately lifts a hand towards her, something pleading in the gesture, and his face—

Fuck.

She turns and takes the stairs as fast as she can. She feels Jughead touch her arm and then her back and on some level she’s aware he’s saying her name, asking her to wait.

She gets the door open and hears her mom calling, Is that you, Betty? which stops Jughead in his tracks and lets Betty get the door closed between them. Not slammed. Just closed with a quick, ordinary-looking push.

She says something back to her mom, feels her phone start to vibrate in her pocket and makes it up to her bedroom, closes the door and the blinds and the curtains and—

She muffles the sound as best as she can by pressing her face into a pillow. She feels like someone has stripped all the skin off her stomach and chest, pulled off layers of muscle and pushed apart her ribs and her heart, her heart—

At some point she hears knocking on the window, louder than the occasional tap of the rain.

Eventually the knocking stops.

“I think I’m coming down with a cold,” she tells her mom at dinner, pushing her whole wheat pasta and steamed vegetables around on her plate.

“Sorry to hear that, kiddo,” her dad says.

Her mom narrows her eyes and picks up her wine glass. “Don’t take Sudafed PM. It makes you too drowsy in the morning. Take regular Advil Cold and Sinus and an Ambien.”

Betty pushes her food around and says, “Okay, Mom.”

Later her mom brings her five pills in a tiny white cup and Betty doesn’t care enough to work out what they are from the shapes and codes and colors.

Betty tips all the pills into her mouth, washes them down with a sip of water, and says, “Thanks. Night.”

Her mom pauses in the doorway on the way out without turning around. “Feel better, sweetie. Don’t miss any school.”

Betty wakes up groggy the next morning anyway. Her head hurts and her eyes hurt and her—

A lot of things hurt. She sees texts and missed call notifications on her unlock screen and thinks, Figure out what happened.

She has 27 unread texts and all but four of them are from Jughead. She scrolls back to Yesterday 4:42 PM and works forward.

It’s not what you think.

She needed a place to crash for the night.

She kissed me.

By the time Betty gets to, We didn’t have sex and One time thing, she’s crying too hard again to read any more. But she gets ahold of herself, blows her nose and forces herself through the rest because she’s not doing this twice.

Betty wants to delete all these texts.

She doesn’t. Instead she takes screengrabs of them on habit like she’s going to print them out and stick them up on some new murderboard.

Betty showers and blow dries her hair and deals with her palms and opens her closet up to the familiar wash of delicate pinks and blues and so many white collared shirts.

Betty ignores the text from Archie asking to walk her to school and then realizes that will just make him wait for her at the end of the block so she texts back running late and ttyl.

Betty Cooper makes sure she gets to her first class five minutes late with a very apologetic smile and a short, plausible, convincing explanation that Mr. Joseph waves off before she can even get past the first I’m so sorry.

Veronica raises her eyebrows at Betty from across the room. Betty texts her Riding the crimson wave because she’ll be amused by the reference and, for now, not ask more questions.

Moments later, her phone vibrates.

Alicia Silverstone may have peaked at 18, but we’ll always have Clueless.

She ignores Jughead and avoids him.

She figured out who the Sugarman was, who killed Jason Blossom. She can dodge one boy for a couple of days even in a town the size of Riverdale.

Friday evening, when her room starts closing in on her like angry hands tightening around her throat, she wanders over to the Andrews’ and sits in one of the rocking chairs on their front porch. Twilight settles across the blue-purple sky.

Eventually Mr. Andrews steps out to get the rolled-up morning paper from the doormat and blinks at her.

“Oh hey, Betty. Archie isn't home.”

Betty shakes her head. Somehow because it’s Mr. Andrews staring at her with those kind, weary eyes she admits, “I know.”

Mr. Andrews disappears into the house and rematerializes with two root beers in tapered brown bottles. He sits with her in the second rocking chair as the last light fades, staring out into his own thoughts while nursing his root beer and doesn't ask any questions.

Pale scattered stars fade into the deepening sky. The moon is just a pared down fragment.

“I've got ice cream, Betty,” he says at last. “Come inside.”

Betty wipes under her eyes and nods and eats almost half a pint of plain chocolate ice cream with Mr. Andrews. She leans on the opposite side of the kitchen island and listens to him talk about old times, embarrassing Archie stories she already knows and a brief one about him and FP during the last days of high school that she's never heard, not in all the years she's been listening to Mr. Andrews’ stories.

It’s a funny story. Mr. Andrews hits all the pauses and beats just right. But his eyes go tired and sad halfway through.

She thanks Mr. Andrews for the ice cream and says she’d better head back home.

“Anytime, Betty.” He nods towards the sink for her spoon.

She leaves him there staring down at the almost empty container, lost again in his own thoughts.

That night, sitting up in her bed and staring at her phone, Betty lets her mind click through her options: ignore, forgive or br—

Her stomach lurches. She stares over at her window seat. All those hours of crying for a separation she knew she could walk back once everyone was safe.

—or break up.

She texts him, Meet me at Pop’s?

Less than a minute later Jughead texts back, Y. Then, Yes. When?

Betty keeps her fingers uncurled and knocks the back of her head against her headboard, hard.

Can you be there in 20?

I’ll be there.

The typing indicator flashes and flashes and stops.

She's halfway to Pop’s before her phone dings again: Thanks.

Betty steps inside Pop’s. She sees the ghosts of younger versions of herself scattered throughout the diner—meeting friends for the first time, treats with her dad back when she thought he was perfect, all those hours with Archie in their favorite booth over years and years and years, and that time she fell in love with a boy who gently wrapped his hands around her ugly, aching palms like he wished, somehow, to keep her from her confusing pain.

Pop Tate looks up from behind the register and smiles at her.

“Your fella’s here.”

Betty nods and gives smiling back her best shot.

She slides into the opposite side of the booth where, as it happens, she first met Veronica. Jughead looks tired, which maybe should leave her satisfied but only drags at the lump of dread in her stomach.

He says, “Hey,” and his voice makes the word into a question.

Betty can’t think of a single thing to say back. She opens her mouth and what comes out is, “You made out with her.”

“We didn’t have—”

Betty closes her eyes and Jughead stops.

Any investigation is a dissection. Flay open the messy bulk of events and pull out the few essential facts.

“She spent the night with you. You see her every day. I understand you were hurt. I understand I broke up with you. You didn’t know why then. You know why now.”

These are the essential facts.

So, Cooper, what’s the story?

She stares across the empty table at Jughead, who resembles the boy she’s known her whole life in his beanie and fleece-lined jean jacket.

“Betty, I’m sorry—”

“Why did I find out like that, Jug? Why didn’t you tell me?” Betty swipes at the damp line that’s sliding down the side of her face and feels a rush of ragged laughter snag in her lungs, because despite everything. “I want to hold your hand. I want you to make this—”

Jughead’s smart enough not to take that as a request or an invitation.

He looks like he did back in middle school after the bullying had started to get bad but before he’d figure out how to preemptively shut everyone out. That helpless, resigned hurt.

Betty closes her eyes, pushing more tears down her face.

She feels pared down the middle, like there are two unconnected glass chambers inside her. Because this should change how she feels. How can this not change how she—

Why doesn’t anything make her stop—

“I still love you,” she hears herself say as she reopens all the cuts in her palms.

She can’t be here in this bright warm place that used to feel so safe. Not another second. Betty gets up and walks right out of Pop’s. Behind her, the bell chimes softly.

She’s pretty sure it’s a good thing Jughead doesn’t follow her.

But part of her wishes that he had. Even though no good would have come of it.

That night Betty lies awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling. She asks herself, over and over again, For these facts, what’s the story? What’s the angle where all this makes sense?

What is the story?

Around two in the morning, Betty changes the question.

For these facts, what story does she want?

Saturday morning, Betty eats an egg white omelette and listens to her mom complain about Archie, a surprise throwback rant about staying away from bad people who’ll keep on hurting her.

Maybe Archie coming up to the door to ask her to walk with him to school Friday morning was enough to trigger this.

Betty stares at her mom and thinks about how Archie stuck with her through the phone calls and impossible choices. She thinks about how, in the student lounge, he’ll look up at Veronica perched on the arm of his chair as she scrolls through her phone, watching her with a look that’s vaguely overwhelmed and almost hides his soft, admiring wonder. How seeing them together like that makes Betty feel warm and calm and happy.

Her mom is talking about people who don’t even exist anymore and maybe never did.

Her mom is never going to understand that.

From across the sunlit breakfast bar in this nice house on the good side of town that is the exact opposite of what her mom likes to pretend she never came from, Betty eats her omelette and listens to her mom rehash fears and resentments through her private collection of ghosts she can’t move past.

That evening, Betty lies to her mom that she’s going over to Veronica’s for a while. She heads to the center of town, by the cemetery, along the familiar route to Pop’s, past the railroad tracks and the soup kitchen and the Whyte Wyrm to the trailer park.

She walks up the metal stairs and knocks.

Jughead answers and stares at her in what looks like disbelief. All he can manage is, “Betty.”

Why am I always a surprise to you? she thinks. But instead she asks, “Can I come in?”

She manages to catch her habitual lean forward to give him a hello kiss and traps the urge in her closed fists without giving herself the relief of reopening her cuts.

He takes her coat and watches her circle the small living room he keeps so compulsively neat. Hot Dog lifts his head, thumps his tail a few times in greeting and goes back to sleeping in front of the TV.

Betty turns around and steps up to the crumbling edge that’s been collapsing under her for almost as long as they’ve been together. She asks, point-blank, “Do you want to be with me?”

Jughead flinches like she took a swing at him. “I do. Of course I do.”

“Why? Why do you want to be with me?” Betty makes a gesture at the trailer that her mind expands out to encompass the entire Southside and the Serpents and his jacket and his bike and that dark, scary, rundown bar. “You don’t want me here. You don’t want me to know anything. You don’t actually want me in your life. This is your life.”

Jughead’s gaze darts to his jacket, the jacket, hanging up on its hook. The snake is a startling green in the glow of the room’s lights. Betty waits for Jughead to say something, but he doesn’t, just looks back at her with that stark fear at the back of his eyes. She waits and waits.

“Why are we fighting for this?” She waves a hand between them. “Why am I fighting for this?

“Why are you, Betty?” His voice is quiet. Jughead glances around the cramped trailer and she wonders if he’s seeing the same symbols and places that are never going to stop tearing at them, forces that don’t feel heartache or get weary, that you can’t grind down and kick all the hope out of. Distantly she hears Jughead say, “This can’t be what you want. You could do so much better—”

“Listen.” Her heart is racing. “I want to know you. That’s what I want. That’s what I’ve always wanted. If you can’t believe that by now, I don’t know how else to tell you.”

Jughead stares at her, silent and so tightly collapsed in on himself she can’t read anything at all.

All right, Betty thinks. Okay.

Her coat is carefully folded over the back of a chair and, as Betty pulls it on, she finally lets herself think, What if I can’t fix this?

She grabs her purse with the numb, funhouse mirror sense of being removed from herself and gets all the way to the door.

Without turning back, she says, “So many people tell me what I should want. You weren’t supposed to be one of them. I thought you knew me better—”

Tears close up her throat. What does it matter now, what she thought?

She reaches out to open the door as the ground gives way under her feet. Her face is hot and wet. A lurch of nausea rolls through her and for a moment she’s afraid she’ll actually be sick. She needs to hold herself together to get out this door, down the steps where everything started ending so long ago and walk those nine and half blocks that turned out to be distance enough to tear them apart.

She needs to do something to blunt all these awful, coiling—

A hand lands on her shoulder. Jughead tugs, soft like a plea. As she turns, he’s already speaking.

“I get all... twisted up. I'm scared you’re going to figure out—” he makes a helpless gesture towards himself. “I’m not worth the trouble that follows me around, no matter what I do.” His touch slides down her arm and then back up and she can feel how badly he’s trembling. “You’ll figure that out, Betty, and you’ll take off. Just like—”

His hands cup her face, just long enough for his thumbs to wipe at the tears on her cheeks, before shifting back to her shoulders with that light, fluttery pressure. “I can’t be worth...” He shrugs one shoulder, back towards the small living room, which she’s seen filled with his dad’s dirty dishes and empties and an ice chest of beer. Which he’d cleaned up so carefully after the place was trashed by the cops searching for a planted gun.

She stares up at this boy, who listened to her and found Polly with her and told her she was strong enough to hold her family together even when holding on was so, so hard. Who told her he loved her despite the stark fear all over his face.

“Jughead Jones. I’ll keep on telling you. You have to believe me. I—”

The words are too small for everything that’s crammed inside her and running over her skin like pain or fear, but she’s lit up with a warm glow for all that this feeling hurts. Betty pulls him down and thinks, I want you, and kisses him with her hand curved around the back of his neck and thinks, Please, please believe me. She pours her plea into the kiss, mixed up with all this love that she’s helpless to turn off. She gets his mouth open and both her hands are touching his skin. She wishes she could shove her belief and all this frustrated desire straight into his chest, wishes she could pin him down with the weight of how much she feels for him.

Getting to the couch is a blur of his mouth on her neck and pulling off his shirt and her shirt, tugging her skirt down her hips and kicking off shoes. She wants him naked. She wants his touch to be rough with so much desire that she knows he’s just as helpless in this as she is.

She kneels over his lap on the couch as her knees press into the cushions and her hands brace against his shoulders. Jughead stares up at her with wonder and an unsteady joy that makes her lean down to kiss him, deep and messy and as slow as she can stand.

She asks and figures out that neither of them has a condom, so she rubs up against his cock through her panties, even though she wants to tug that last scrap aside and sink onto him. But she has his hands and his mouth and can lean forward to push her breasts against his chest. He’s so hard for her and she’s making his skin flush. He looks so beautiful that—

“You drive me crazy,” she moans into his neck, rocking forward, into him. She bites the bare skin of his shoulder as she shakes apart with all this scary, phenomenal want.

Jughead’s big, gentle hands soothe from her hips to her waist as the shivering peak tears into her, curling her spine back and then collapsing her forward, and all she can hear is her heart pounding and his voice in her ear, repeating, “Shh. Betty. I got you. I got you.”

She’s hazy with the come down that makes her feel heavy and like she’s floating all at once.

Betty holds herself away just enough to give him some room to move. His cock slides over the damp space between her thighs and up against her stomach. She kisses his mouth and his face and when she says, “C’mon,” kisses his jaw and whispers, “I want you to. I love you. I want you—” He comes in streaked out lines against her skin as she slowly fucks her tongue into his mouth and tugs at fistfuls of his wild, messy hair and thinks mine mine mine.

He’s so sweet and dazed and can’t stop touching her. She never wants to forget the way he stares up at her, slumped back against the couch, his body in a loose satisfied sprawl. She wants to capture his raw, stripped-open look and keep the image trapped carefully between her hands forever and ever.

Oh, she thinks with a ridiculous giddy rush as his palms run over her hips and along the tops of her thighs. There you are. Hi.

She leans back in.

Later she texts Veronica to cover for her and calls her mom, pro forma, without caring whether she’s all that convincing. Betty puts her phone on silent and crawls into bed beside him, mostly naked.

Jughead tightens his arm around her waist and tucks his face into her neck. The words are muffled when he says, “Please don't stop. Just—keep on not giving up.”

When she promises, he leans up on an elbow to kiss her, so soft and open that her battered heart starts aching for no good reason. Jughead touches his forehead against hers when the kiss ends, then reaches back to flick off the last light.

He settles, their bodies tangled up like somehow they could blur the lines where she ends and he starts. She drifts off with the faint brush of Jughead’s mouth against her skin and that feeling follows her down into the eventual dark.

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IB Survival Guide: PART ONE

As someone who’s been through the IB program and finished with horrible mental and physical health, here are some tips and tricks so that you guys don’t end up like me :)

Disclaimer: subject specific tips vary for SL/HL students, go to the bottom of the post to see what HLs and SLs I took

IAS

Please please start your IAs early! Split it out across multiple days! Honestly each section takes around 30 minutes for IAs

GET ALL YOUR THOUGHTS ON THAT PAPER AS SOON AS POSSIBLE FOR ANY IA.

Even if it’s the worst rough copy in the history of the planet, get all your words on there, THEN start editing, formatting, and adding pictures. Trust me, this is much less stressful and your final copy will probably be much cleaner

Science IAs- START YOUR EXPERIMENTS EARLY get as many trials as you can in!

Be sure to talk to your teachers about ideas for your papers beforehand!

Geography/English/French IAs- start early for these too. If you’re like me and you have “oh shit” moments when you suddenly get really good ideas half way through your work and have to restart, starting early for these is a good idea. Especially for geo, writing the IA is relatively easy, spreading it out over 4-5 days works well.

Peer editing is always a good idea, people may catch things you didn’t

EEs

CHOOSE A TOPIC YOU LIKE- Interest plays a big part in how well you do, choosing a topic I was interested in made me not mind spending so much time on my EE

Choosing a topic you don’t like may increase your chance of leaving it to the last minute

START YOUR EEs EARLY and have at least 3 drafts. I split mine up over the course of 4 months, and came out with an A on my Geography EE.

Like the IAs, do one section a day, for example, start with introduction, then methodology, etc. etc.

DO NOT LEAVE YOUR EE TO THE LAST MINUTE PLEASE

I highly suggest doing a geo EE because even if you don’t have results you’re okay, you just have to explain why there was no correlation

Geo EE protips: have lots of pretty handdrawn maps, you can have an ok data analysis and still get a good grade, have good methodology,

discuss your EE with your supervisor often, make sure you udnerstand what you’re studying

EXAMS

Oh boy this is the scariest part of IB for any student

REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW as much as you can!

Study each subject for at least 5 days!

DO AS MANY PRACTICE EXAMS AS YOU CAN

Seriously, doing practice exams helps you get used to IB’s way of asking you things and you have an idea of what to expect

Do the practice exams guys

Just do them

If your school has mock exams, study really hard for them so you get an idea of how you need to study for the actual examsLook back on mistakes you’ve made on tests/mocks

While studying, focus on your weak points, but don’t ignore your strong points-- forgetting things is easy

SLEEP EARLY DURING EXAM WEEK

Being refreshed and ready to go is important because youll be able to focus better and your brain will work better-- I did this and it was good

If you’re allowed to take snacks into the exam, take snacks into the exam (but not loud snacks, gummies and stuff)

take water into the exam but don’t drink a lot of water-- pee breaks are a waste of time

if you need to pee during an exam try to hold it in

just try to avoid having to pee

ENGLISH/FRENCH EXAMS:

You can study for your English Lit and French A lang lit exams in like a day if you’re not too keen on getting above a 5. Be familiar with the material

Memorize 5-7 important quotes-- preferable really short ones

Even if it’s not mandatory to memorize quotes, sticking quotes in is an asset

Spend 10-20 minutes planning your essay out, get your ideas down on a paper before writing your essay

Remember: quality over quantity, even if you have lots written down, it’s your ideas that get you most of the marks

Use highlighters, highlight important words, quotes, etc in the passages you’re given

annotate your passages

Have a colour coding system for your passages when you highlight, each colour should be an important point, but have 3-4 main important points, so 3-4 colours (this helps with planning as well)

If your prompt is like, discuss 2 OR MORE something something, discuss only 2, it’s easier, and you waste less time planning/writing, and you can have more ideas

SCIENCE/MATH EXAMS:

Practice problems are good, on top of practice exams

Understand the material!!!!!!!!!!! Memorization is not understanding!!! IB asks a lot of questions that require application

If you suck at calculus, try to understand it better and don’t be like me and assume there isn’t going to be a lot of it.

Seriously study the calculus @all you SL students

Study the calculus

GEO EXAMS

Yeah for this you need to memorize really well, see how well you know the material by going out on walks pointing at things and seeing how you can relate it to what you’ve earned

Study from multiple sources for geo, sometimes there are details that are missed

Memorize lots of case studies and stats!!!!!!!

memorize graphs and maps too, drawing them to support your points in your answers shows how well you understand the material

STUDYING

REVIEW OH MY GOD REVIEW E V E R Y T H I N G as much as possible throughout the year!!!!!!

Tips to force yourself to review:

Take shitty notes in class

This way you have to retake good notes-- wow you’re going over material that was previously taught!

Make cheatsheets! Even if you don’t use them during tests, cheatsheets are a great way to have all your material on one page and ohmygod look at you you’re reviewing your notes again to condense them!

Flash cards work too

Find a way to enjoy writing notes-- for me, I like using fancy pens and highlighters, that way I looked forward to doing it

Find a study environment you like! A cafe, the library, the park, even a different part of the house

Changing your study environment can also help you focus-- a change of scenery helps sometimes and you won’t get bored!

Talk to yourself

Seriously just explain concepts to yourself talk to yourself hearing yourself say it makes the info sink in better

Make really weird mnemonics idk it worked for me

Group studying can help for courses that need discussion in order to better understand concepts-- Geo, English and French

Explaining things to people also helps

Do your homework kids-- even if your teacher doesn’t check it, always find time to do your homework

Do things based on a level of priority

example: I have a test and a big project worth lts of marks due tomorrow (I would focus on the project, but still study for the test enough to have a good grasp of the material)

I know tests don’t count for IB but this is what your teacher bases your predicteds off of, so study hard for them kids. It is also a method of review

Most teachers understand how students can get extremely stressed out with the amount of work we get, if you need an extension for a non-IB related thing, you should be able to ~politely~ ask them

Time management is key, set up schedules for yourself

If you’re studying something you hate, go hard at it for a limited amount of time, then go and study for something you like, or take a brain break

TAKE BREAKS MAN

seriously taking breaks while studying is good

Use apps like forest to keep you focused

reward systems are good too, I do it with chocolate (one piece everytime I finish a chapter)

TOK

lol good luck

The essay and the presentation are tough-- but you can do it.

The nice thing about TOK is it’s mostly a thought dump, so dump your thoughts before organizing them into an essay

Discuss TOK things with your friends a lot-- you’ll understand better, trust me, you’ll also get good ideas for presentations and stuff!

Get an interesting topic for your TOK presentation ok

discussion is the best advice I can give you guys

TOK is a special course

be prepared to get very angry because all your thoughts will contradict each other

existential crises are fun

That should be about it for Part 1 really, this is mainly academics based, I might add to this as time goes on.

If you have questions!!!! I took Chem HL, Bio HL, Geo HL, English Lit SL, French A Lang Lit SL, and Math SL, and did my EE in Geo. I’m happy to help any young ones out :))

Good Luck all you IB Students! You guys are brave, you can do it :)

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12 MONKEYS SEASON 3 TRAILER

So…Syfy’s posted a new trailer for season 3 of 12 MONKEYS. Usually, I would do my best to dodge promos before a show or movie is actually released. I like to get hit w/the text with minimal hints and no spoilers, as little pre-text as possible. But, given the paradigm-shifting “linear-binge” release of this season—leave it to 12 MONKEYS to Splinter an entire season (encompassing centuries =) into a single weekend, with all 10 episodes beamed in order over May 19, 20, and 21—I’m thinking I’ll need to get my wheels-spinning crazy talk wherever I can. And thusly, I tumbl…

I posted a version without screenshots here. Along with the stills, this v.2 is slightly wordier (can you believe it?), including some edits and additions to the first post’s text/crazy talk.

The first new shot of Cole, from the front and then from behind, has him holding a tech-festooned staff. The design calls to mind a computerized tuning fork, *just* the thing for time/dimension/reality-hopping, or tuning/dialing. Perhaps one of its components is a tank of red tea, reloadable via Keurig-like cartridges? With a regulated IV feed or retractable needles in the handle? Maybe this device enhances or adapts Cole’s mental time travel abilities, allowing him to view specific points in time or even what-if?s. Could it be a way to enable him to physically travel? A staff version of the vests? =)

Titan appears as a complex/city in the distance with a sea with rocks or wreckage or maybe ice floes in the foreground. Does Titan only move in Time and not space (relative to the Earth)? Is it always in Colorado? Climate change is real, people!

We see someone with great posture ascend the steps within Titan to meet w/Tall Man, or perhaps his father, both surrounded by robed figures. RE: that posture…It reminds me of Ethan Seki, but knowing that he’s in this season, I’m thinking Gaius Baltar.

Someone sits at the center of a spiral of glyphs drawn in white on a dark floor. My funnest thought about these is that they might be a new form of math, notation, and/or language, developed specifically to describe and understand Time. Unfamiliar to most humans, but somehow native and natural to Time. These characters represent values, constants, operators, functions, ripples, and paradoxes and describe relationships between them that we wouldn’t understand, but someone whose mind is steeped in Time would. The Witness…maybe Primaries…maybe maybe some human geniuses or those with an intuitive knack and understanding of Time…

That first shot of the four hat-and-coated figures, silhouetted in the fog or smoke in the dark…The three lights on each of their vests powering on…Gorgeous! Evokes DARK CITY for me (a good thing =), and some kind of clockwork men. I want the tech to be embedded in these people, but a later shot shows us that this is likely tech mounted on a vest. Portable Splinter/Titan units, a la Doctor Who’s Vortex Manipulators? In a future world (like, the future of the future, post-2044) of 12 MONKEYS, that’s where my head immediately goes. Although, honestly, that seems very unfair, no?

Still, if that IS what they are, I'd associate them with some very interesting story/logic that necessitates their not being usable before some year. After all, if the Witness's forces *ever* had this tech, they could have used it in the times Team Splinter has visited, right? Maybe the use of these vests shreds spacetime, and jumping back beyond a certain point would undo their invention in the first place? Or, y'know, something like that. =)

I’m *really* hoping that these figures are Something Else, tho. At the bottom of the season 3 poster, we see them standing in front of a console with the Witness’s/Titan symbol, and so, we want to associate them, right? But what if that’s just a couple of these…Time Shadows entering the Titan city limits? What if these guys are representatives of another player in the war across/for time? Perhaps descendants of the Witness and the Titanians, who know more than W does…Or are using W as their agent in their relative past?

Or maybe they serve a Time Variance Authority. Some organization—who knows under what authority/morality?—that watches over and polices Time and History, countering and punishing anyone who seeks to change too much. Maybe to preserve their own existence, Time’s existence (assuming damage is done by reckless splintering), or their own ideal mission outcome.

Cuz, how great would it be to have everyone we know, set up as enemies and rivals in so many permutations, ultimately be on the same side versus some (apparently) greater Time fascist?

Or greater threat to Time itself? If we take the Red Forest being an End-of-Time paradise as a feint, constructed to get all the splinter chess pieces into the right places to bring about the birth of the Witness, then the Witness was never really about that, right? Maybe he didn’t come up w/that threat himself, tho. What if he adapted it from a greater threat to Time? So…Casserole & Son (*and* Jones, Jennifer, Ramse & Son, Olivia, the Daughters, the X-Monkeys, & Agent Gale, Primaries, Monkeys, Druze et al) are destined to fight someone who truly does want to destroy all of Time and replace it with… Well, nothingness seems like a good ultimate goal, let’s go with that for now.

What if the super-future is amazing, but in a universe in which time travel is ever invented, history must be choreographed in order for it to be realized and persist? So, this paradise future has a black ops arm that manipulates events in the past to keep it safe. The paradise is a wonderful destiny for humanity, but it robs humans in the past and present of free will. Which side would you fight for in that scenario?

Hrm…Looking a little harder at the season 3 poster again…Are there four Time Shadows (that works, right?) holding, like, an Ark of the Witness between them? I thought it was some kind of console/control panel, but now I’m seeing it differently. Interrrresting…

A funeral for Time? For the Witness?

A Time bomb?

If the vests aren’t vortex manipulator-y, maybe their portable splinter device?

A Witness trap or cage?

Time picnic dinner?

The Word of the Witness is shown preserved in plastic or lucite, hanging in a candelabra-lit room, a red-vine patterned banner (or glass pane?) behind it. Its Ramse-torn corner is still absent. Does Ramse still have that swatch tucked in a coat pocket somewhere?

COLE: The man behind the apocalypse is my son?

Seems like Cassie’s breaking the news to him there. What if this is soon after the pointing-the-gun-at-wee-Witness scene? What if he draws on L’il W, hesitates, and Cassie finds him, stops him, and explains the horr-ironic truth?

Meet Johnny (Night Room), Jr. =)

A clip of some creepy Edgar Allen Poe-y Masque(rade) of the Red Death…EYES WIDE SHUT Cole and Cassie apparently in attendance. Hrm…Red Death…I had a theory back in season 1 that the Army might be an influence throughout history responsible for all major epidemics/plagues, as a way to thin the herd, perhaps disable or control meddling Primaries, and keep a population manageable via their resources and manipulations.

Cross fade to Cass and Cole going Nicholas Nickleby/Christmas Carol on some cobblestoned street…

KATARINA: It's been about them…

That's Jones apparently referring to Cass and Cole.

<aside> What would Cassandra name her child? I’m guessing, sadly, that Cole won’t be present for the birth. Assuming it’s a boy, maybe she’d go with her father, whom we haven’t met yet. Has Cassie mentioned him by name on the show? If not that grandpa, then how about Cole’s father, Matthew? (I don’t think we have confirmation that he’s James’s bio dad, but we never saw anyone question it.) Or—How about someone important to *both* of them? The person responsible for bringing them together? Katarina Werner Jones! Boy, *that’s* gotta sit well with Katarina, eh? (see/watch above line of dialogue =)

So, how about Jones? Like the space cat in ALIEN! Or Jonas? Jonas Cole. Jonas Railly? Or…Werner? Not so cute, but somehow fitting for a Witness-to-be, eh? Werner Cole, The Witness. Yeah. That’ll look good on his business card.

I’m hoping for Morris. =) </aside>

RAMSE: About time we set things straight…

If that is actual dialogue between Jones and Ramse, it signifies the formation of an alliance, between Ramse (and Olivia and her X-Mon/Orphans of Time) and Jones and Project Splinter. Their goal? To undo and/or destroy the Witness, which would likely pit them against one or both of his parentals. Ramse *does* like to boast about how he eats blondes for breakfast…~

Next we see an eyes-burning return to the Emerson Hotel, sometime in the mid to late 80s.

Will we ever see the lightning storm/strike that freezes the lobby’s clock? =)

Cole is dressed as Marty McFly. O, man! Are we gonna get an in-universe origin/inspiration encounter for BACK TO THE FUTURE? Whoa…

So, how about this? Agent Gale’s granddaughter, Roberta, has somehow inherited his dossier on his wacky misadventures with Cole & the Gang, and is staking out the Emerson in the 80s, perhaps at her grandpa’s direction, but maybe on her own. She meets them, maybe joins them in splintering, if the tech allows (Deacon as Time…ummm…Peter? Paul? Judas doesn’t seem right, right? =) helps them out, but of course, is sworn to secrecy—who’d believe her, anyway?—but hey, disinformation as a 3-movie franchise wasn’t disallowed, right? Story credit: Bob Gale. =)

CASS: Help me save him.

It’s just a pronoun, people. "Him" could be anyone…Junior/Witness, Cole, Deacon, Nessie the Time Puppy… =)

Christopher Lloyd, wearing the Titan pendant, apparently standing in an event-y tent illuminated by standing and hanging lamps…a remote location? An excavation site? A wedding reception? A pop-up portrait studio?

The pendant and wardrobe sells the Tall Man's father identity pretty hard. As far as we know, he wouldn’t have any Messenger blood. So, if he’s not enhancedly long-lived, what era/s would he have been operating in? Given the garb, perhaps from within the clergy? Maybe late 19th century into the first half of the 20th, to find/meet Vivian in the 40s. There’s gotta be a story there about why/how Vivian returns to the Army after rejecting the Witness. I still would really love for Tall Man to be playing a long con within the Army, a sleeper agent of revenge upon the Witness for doing his mother wrong.

Maybe Christopher Lloyd's playing TM’s *adopted* father or Army mentor? Cuz I still *really* want his biodad to be Agent Gale! =)

Oh! What if he’s a missionary to the Druze?! Oooooo…I *like* that. That’s how/why he acquires the Titan pendant. In this scenario, he might not even be part of the Army! Although, if not, then he’s definitely an unwitting pawn or asset of theirs. Yeah, I definitely like that.

COLE: If there's something wrong with him, he got it from me…

We see some drawings of gun-pointing Cole, surrounded by arcane, rune-ish characters… There’s also a shot somewhere earlier in the teaser, looking down on a figure in the center of a spiral of similar marks on a floor, suggesting that the figure has drawn them. Jennifer? Young W?

What if these aren’t all different drawings of the same moment, but of two? One in which James reconsiders killing the Witness, and a second in which he follows through?

What if what if—relative to James’s personal timeline—the first time is when W is an adult and the second time is when he’s a child? OOooooooo~ That would be a history-rewriting temporal nukular option! =)

The drawings are followed by a matching image of Cole pointing the gun in reality, the exact some POV. If this were season 2, I’d say the drawings were done by a Primary who’d been targeted by Cole. His mission would have been to kill the Primary before a Messenger could paradox him or her. Could that strategy still be in play by the Witness or another party?

Or are these drawings by the Witness, who has seen that Cole would come for him as a child? Does Cole know at this gun-pointing time that W is actually Jimmy, Jr.? I’m guessing not. Hrm…

As determined as Cole might be to do in baby Witler, pointing his gun at any child should give him pause, especially with his own child no doubt foremost in his thoughts, separated by centuries.

We see Katarina approaching the mothballed/covered up Splinter device. A beautiful moment I think. When is this? In history and in her personal timeline? Could this be a flashback to when she first arrives at Raritan National Labs from Spearhead? Or a visit that calendar-year predates that (maybe in Kat’s past, maybe her future), after the Army shut down Mr. Dr. Jones when Cole and Ramse went off-Word. Or her return to the lab, in a future (splintered-forward?) visit, post-2044.

OLIVIA: …the very edge of time…an inch from falling over…

I *think* that’s what she says. Is there an End of Time? Following thru on the idea that Time is a living thing, given life by Humanity, the End of Time would be coincident with the end of Humanity. Maybe Titan’s “home” setting is that era? If only Titanians live then, then they (and their one or few Primaries) basically ARE Time, no? Whoever lives then, would essentially *be* Time.

We see someone bathed in the *golden* light of the Beast. This splinter event does not look optimal. Hopefully the splinterer survives…. Remember that the splinter beam goes to yellow/gold when zapping forward in time, and blue when zapping backward. I believe red is shutdown-slash-fail.

Hrm…Those splinter colors do seem to match those of the lights on the Time Vests…Time Packs?

We see Cass approach a pedestal with a Witness plague doctor mask mounted on it…The mask is lit from above, but the space is lit by candles. This may be the same space in which the WotW is hanging.

JENN: Stop talking like a super villain.

Jennifer continues to rock! Olivia and Jennifer seem to be speaking to each other through a chain link fence. Olivia’s lucky there’s something separating them, cuz *that* is going to be an interesting reunion. I wonder how close the nearest stabby item is when that happens. =)

THE COMPLETE NEW SEASON

KATARINA (or the new girl?): Don't make me put you down…

As Jones pushes thru double doors (at Project Splinter?)…Daughters behind her?

JENN: They're coming—they're coming!

This may be Jennifer the Titan-zapped girl-out-of-time dropped into WW1 (or later, 2?), exercising her Primary abilities to warn her unwitting captors or guards of imminent Monkeys Army meddling.

DEACON: Go!

This looks like a shot from the season 2 finale, caught between a rock and robed-and-masked place, facing Witness acolytes in Titan, holding the pass so that Jennifer can escape get coin-tossed into Time. Maybe just cuz that footage is available, but maybe cuz we’ll see it again when we learn how he survived.

Ramse, leading with a gun and firing…Nothing new there, right? Actually, when I saw this, something in the shot, maybe the building interior, got me thinking this might be from Berlin.

IN ONE WEEKEND EVENT

CASS: He's mine…

Cut to Cass apparently giving birth…a new age-y red leaf infused water birth?

Tall Man looking true-believer-ecstatically pleased…Maybe a shot we’ve already seen?

EVIL ANNIE LENNOX: You can't have him…

She's sporting a 3-lights vest vortex manipulator over her MIB/Stranger/Observer/Chosen One/Time Shadow coat…

Jenn and Cole stomping thru a complex (looks like Project Splinter), Cole loading his gun, Jenn following…

A chapel or small-ish cathedral (I don’t know what determines the difference), the sanctuary heavily candlelit…Are the walls decorated with gilded red vines? A figure before a table before the altar with his back to the pews…It seems the voice we hear should belong to that figure…

W: Mother…Father…After all this time…

Two people walk down the aisle, approaching the figure at the front of the chapel… Seems like Cass on the left, Cole on the right, guns in hand, possibly in those black coats—in disguise?—maybe wearing Time Vests.

Did Cass and Cole ever officially get hitched? Maybe their ordained son can marry them here? =)

Looking harder at this still, I’m seeing that the Witness is standing facing a casket! Is this then a very poorly attended funeral service? Who died? Tall Pops, perhaps? Or is the casket empty? A funeral for Time? Or is it not a box for a body, but an item, a device or a trap? Is this the “Ark” that the four Time Shadows carry in the season 3 poster? Pallbearers of Time?

A Time capsule! Some artifact in this past era that needs to be preserved for use in a future one. Could this be the origin—or a stopover?—for the Annapurna Remains?

Cut to a figure raising a mask to reveal his face during "After all this time…"

Knowing that James “Gaius Baltar” Callis is in this season, I think it's him and his Brit-ish/aristocratic accented voice. Not sure that the unmasking happens in that same chapel space or as part of that same scene.

Based on W’s choice of words, seems like Cass will be separated from her son at some point in his infancy. Sad. =(

Then again, if that’s the case, who’s to say that this person confronting them *is* actually Jimmy, Jr., huh? =)

12 MONKEYS NEW SEASON MAY 19

It’s later than you think =)

Keep on keepin’ on~

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