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Hello Sunflower

Bucky Barnes x Reader Soulmate AU

Hello Sunflower Part 1

Summary: Your soul mark appears on your 18th birthday. What do you do when your father is a part of Hydra and your soul mark binds you to the Winter Soldier.

Warnings: Mentions and slight descriptions of torture, violence and brainwashing

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: 4/23 New edit: fixing some timeline issues and integrating a little of the steve x reader I’m working on. Ok guys I reread this and decided to edit it and make it longer and add more dialog. I hope that you like the changes. I plan on going back and editing the other chapters as well, but that will be between writing and posting new chapters. Let me know what you think and if you have any requests for future parts. Also I originally got the idea for this after reading Wolf, Partner Gloves... by @revengingbarnes so check it out!

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You have always hated your dad. For as long as you can remember you have hated him. Every time he dragged you with him to "work" at Hydra that hatred grew. It came to a point when he decided that you would be the perfect subject for their new round of super-soldier serum testing.

So, here you are at 10, 10 years old, on this freezing metal table with a syringe in your arm screaming your head off as the serum burns through your veins. Pain. All you can think about is the pain. It feels like every single one of your nerves is on fire, and at the same time, they feel like ice. The pain blazes through you as your DNA is rewritten turning you from the child you are to the soldier that they want you to be.

Faces come in and out of focus as the scientists look you over, studying you to see how the serum is affecting you. Your head is fuzzy, only catching every couple of words that are being spoken around you. Everything is coming into view as your eyes adjust to the lights and the new information that your DNA is sending. Flexing your hand on the table you feel pins and needles from the tip of your fingers up to your shoulder, causing you to wince. A couple of tears slip from the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming ache the is present throughout your body.

A voice drifts in through the door. A voice that you know all too well, your father.

"She survived?" You have never noticed how sinister his voice sounds before.

"Yes sir, and it seems like the serum took, we aren't sure how exactly it has altered her yet." The other voice is weaker, trembling, scared of the man in front of it.

"Begin testing on her then, we need to know before we begin training her."

"Yes sir."

One set of footsteps retreats down the hallway while the other comes closer. You look towards the door, waiting to face the man that is about to walk in. You make sure your face is blank when the door opens, you don't want him to know you heard the whole conversation.

A slight sniveling man steps through the door and you immediately decide that you hate him. He walks over to you and undoes the straps on your arms and legs.

"Come little soldier, it's time to find out what you can do." He orders, his voice is a little stronger now that he isn't facing your father. He leads you down a maze of hallways, your bare feet make no noise as you follow after him.

Entering a different room you are met with the site of another metal table as well as a two-way glass mirror, a treadmill, and a large set of weights. The man points you to the treadmill and the tests begin. They force you to run, full sprint until your body shuts down and you fall to the floor, flying off the belt as soon as you hit. When you come back to consciousness they force you to lift more and more weight until you feel your arm muscles give out. The weights come crashing down on you breaking multiple ribs. You are given a day to heal before they begin shocking and beating you to figure out what your pain tolerance is, before cutting you in different places at different depths to discover how quickly you heal.

You aren't sure how many days have passed before you are thrown into your new "bedroom" to rest and heal. A meal of bread, milk, and some sort of meat substitute is all they give you to eat. With every test and beating your hatred for Hydra and the man who called himself your father grows. You haven't seen your father at all during the testing but you know that he has been standing behind that stupid mirror and watching as you are put through every test that the scientists could think of. As soon as he had taken you to be injected, you had decided that this man was no father of yours. No real father would willingly subjugate their child to this torture and watch as it happens.

You are given no rest before they begin to train you, throwing you into a ring with the other assets, teaching you how to shoot every type of firearm imaginable. You are taught how to throw knives and how to use poison, how to kill a man without leaving a trace and how to evade arrest. They make you into their perfect little child soldier, and you despise them for it.

Your memories from that point on are disjointed, you know that there is a machine that they would force you into, you can remember the pain, but not much else. Then there are these words, six of them. The scientists say them and you lose all control of your own body. But then they take you back to that other machine and you fall into blessed whiteness. After an unknown amount of time, they decide that they no longer need to take you to that machine or to use those words. All you have ever known is Hydra, after all, there is no way you would turn against them. That's their first mistake. You bid your time, and slowly they give you more freedom. The idiots.

As your 18th birthday had approached you set a tattoo appointment. You would rather die than let Hydra find out what your soulmate mark would be. You had decided beforehand that you would go in and get multiple tattoos on your birthday to mask the one that would betray the person that fate had deemed you destined for.

Waking up the morning of your 18th birthday you run to the mirror. Seeing the markings on your skin you die a little inside. It can’t be, he can’t be your soulmate, how are you going to be able to save yourself and him? There on your hip, the size of a nickel, in bright red ink is a star, not just any star but the blood-red star that is a prominent feature on the arm of the Winter Soldier. But that isn’t the only thing that catches your eye. You have another tattoo, on your left bicep a bouquet of marigolds, white daisies, baby’s breath, and yellow gladiolus, with the howling face of a wolf emerging from the center. You hurry around your apartment, hiding your marks with a heavy layer of makeup. You can’t run the risk of anyone seeing them now, not before you have the chance to cover them.

You rush to the tattoo parlor in a panic and tell them the two tattoos you want. You insist that they do both of them while you are there. You cut through the protests assuring them that you have a high pain tolerance and that you heal very quickly. In the weeks preceding this day you had contemplated what exactly you needed. You had reasoned beforehand that just one tattoo would be too suspicious, but now that you have two marks you decide that you only need to get one other tattoo. You know that you will be punished for this but it is worth it, he is worth it.

To cover the soulmate mark on your hip you get a galaxy with stars of all different colors that make up multiple constellations. It takes them most of the day to finish it, walking over to the mirror you study the new art on your hip. It stretches from the middle of your thigh up to your bottom rib. It's large enough that the stars fade into the background, making it practically impossible to tell that one of them is your soulmark.

The second tattoo is a bird in a cage that spans across the ribs on the opposite side as the galaxy. You have them make the bird abstract, using all types of different objects to create the shape of the bird and the cage. You leave the other soulmark alone, it is impossible to tell that it is a soulmark or at least who it pertains to, not with the other two tattoos vying for attention.

You leave the parlor late that afternoon and head home. As you open the door to your apartment you are met by the overly happy face of your father. You had expected him to be there but the look on his face causes you to pause.

"My daughter, where have you been? I have been waiting for you almost all day?” the fake concern in his voice makes your teeth clench. In response, you shrug noncommittally,

“I had to run some errands and they ended up taking longer than I expected.” He is suspicious of your lie, but it won't take long for him to discover exactly where you were all day.

“No matter my child, you are here now. As you know you turned 18 today, which means your soul mark has appeared. Show it to me so that we may begin to look for the man who will hold your heart." He oozes smugness, believing that he will soon have the key to keeping you in check. You stare him down, you will die before he finds out who your soulmate is.

"Sorry to disappoint dad,” you spit, “ but I had it tattooed over. I didn’t even look at it. So I will never know who my soulmate is but neither will you." as soon as the words pass your lips your father's face contorts. His rage at your defiance shifting him from your father to the lead scientist of Hydra.

His grip is bruising as he drags you from the apartment and to the lab. The table is freezing as he straps your half-naked body to it. He snarls at you as you glare up at him.

“You think that you can defy me and not face the consequences? You think that I would not punish you because you are my daughter? I don’t give a shit about you except for what you can do for the cause. You are nothing but a puppet for us to use.” he walks away ordering for you to be tortured until you reveal what your mark is. The only condition he gives is that you are not to be killed, after all, they still have use for you.

You spent days on that table, days of being tortured with every instrument they could think of. You were waterboarded, choked, burned and they paid extra attention to cutting every inch of skin that was covered by tattoos. At the end of every day your father would come in and ask if you had something to tell him, and every day you spit in his face.

After three days they decide to brainwash you, they can’t wipe you since they need you coherent enough to remember what they want to know. The words wash over you, and yet to your surprise, you still have complete control. You quickly use it to your advantage. You allow them to think it worked, answering their questions as if the soldier is in control. You tell them what you told your father. You didn't look at your mark, you immediately had it tattooed over. They believe you.

After all that must be the truth, you are their soldier and their soldier cannot lie. You are just relieved that they have finally given up, you aren't sure that you could have made it another day without blacking out or losing it.

When they drag you off the table and throw you into one of the cells you can barely move or even think. Curling into yourself on the hard cot, you allow sleep to take you. Your father doesn't allow you to rest for long, as soon as your body is in mostly working order you are thrown back into training.

“Fight or die.” He states, looking down at you as though you are the scum of the earth. “It matters not to me which you choose.” You act as their soldier and obey their commands as well as you can without losing yourself. Walking into the training ring you are dismayed to see that you are fighting none other than the winter soldier, your soulmate. You fight with everything you have, your hatred for Hydra growing with every bruise and cut you are forced to bestow. You use the moments you have alone in your cell to plan.

When you were younger you were forced to watch as Hydra wiped and programmed the soldier before they made you into one as well, at this point, you know his words by heart. You start to wonder, if they can make a series of trigger words to turn him into the Soldat, maybe you can come up with a phrase that will help bring him back. You spend the rest of the night creating the sentence that you will use, deciding on a nickname for him that has meaning to you.

Sunflower, that is the name you decide on. They are, after all, your favorite flower and if fate is to be trusted then he is to be your favorite person. The next day you begin implementing your plan, taking the opportunity to speak with him in the moments that you have him pinned down or he has you pinned down.

Every time it's the same phrase, spoken to him in Russian, “Hello Sunflower, the sun is up and your dreaming is done." This continues for months until one day Hydra decides that you are fit to go on missions with the Soldier, they believe you to be thoroughly under their control.

Every mission you find a chance to say the phrase to him. In the time you spend with him you learn to read him. He isn’t expressive, Hydra made sure of that, but when you pay enough attention you start to see the minute changes in his eyes or stance. You begin to notice a difference in him whenever you speak the phrase, no matter when his last brainwashing was. He begins to recognize you, even when in full Winter Soldier mode. When you speak to him while training his hits get a little softer and less aggressive, and when you are on missions he speaks just a little bit more.

You are 23 when the unthinkable happens, while on a mission, without the winter soldier, you fall into a river in some backwater town in Europe. You are saved from drowning by a man that you just shot. A man you have only read about in the soldier’s files. Steve Rogers. After retrieving you from freezing water, he takes your unconscious body back with him to the medical wing in the Avengers tower.

As you wake up your first thought is where am I, your second thought is this bed is way too fucking comfortable for Hydra. Your eyes shoot open. The blinding light of the room causes you a headache to make itself known. You start to move, feeling a tug at your wrists, you slowly open your eyes and look down. You are cuffed to the railing of a hospital bed, great. You flop back onto the bed, cursing your luck and hoping that whoever has you is willing to listen. Your gaze shifts to the door when you notice a figure behind the glass. The glass doors slide open, and Steve walks in. This revelation causes you to tense up, even more, you did shoot him after all.

“Oh good you're awake,” he says, noticing your open eyes and tense figure. “Now I get to ask you all of the questions I’ve been wanting to ask for the past three days.” He takes a seat next to you, his whole body screams intimidation. "Who are you? Why did you shoot me? What were you doing in that town and where did you get these?" He questions not bothering to hide the anger in his voice.

He is holding up Bucky’s dog tags in front of your face and waiting impatiently for you to answer. You want to snatch them out of his hand and place them back around your neck, after taking them from his file about a month ago you haven’t taken them off. You were going to give them to him after you got him out, which you were planning on doing within the next couple of weeks. But now you are stuck here and there is nothing you can do to get back to him. You look at Steve, desperation coloring your voice as you explain, praying that he will listen.

"My name is Y/N, my father is Hydra and forced me to become an experiment, a soldier for them. I was planning on escaping but I never could, I couldn’t escape and leave him there. Not when I could do something to save him. I couldn’t leave him there all alone." It came out in a rush. Your heart shatters as you realize that you have done exactly what you have tried so hard not to, you have left your soulmate in the hands of Hydra. You have to convince Steve to help you get him back.

"Wait a minute, you're Hydra?" He spits at you. Fuck, you forgot that he knew what hydra is and that he hates them with a passion. Well, at least we have something in common.

"Not by choice." You answer quickly, not liking the vehemence in his voice, yet unable to hide the hatred in your own. You notice the way his jaw relaxes the tiniest bit when you say that, if you hadn't had years of practice watching Bucky for the tiniest hints of himself you would have missed it.

"Alright then, who is this ‘he’ you keep mentioning?" Steve leans back, crossing his arms as he waits for your answer.

"My soulmate, the Soldier, the man on the dog tags, James Buchanan Barnes." Steve's eyes immediately narrow, his body goes stiff,

"You’re lying. I watched him fall from that train” His teeth are clenched as he speaks. “I watched him die! There is no way he's your soulmate!" you can practically feel the anger rolling off of him.

"I'm not lying! I swear!” you are terrified of what he will do if you can’t convince him. “Hydra got to him. They made him into a weapon, they brainwashed him and put him on ice when they didn’t need him so that they could control him better. I swear I'm not lying!" You can’t stop yourself from becoming slightly hysterical. Usually, you would remain calm in this type of situation, but this time you can’t. This time it’s Hydra and this time it’s James.

A girl, that you had noticed in the corner earlier, steps forward, resting a hand on his shoulder. You hear her murmur something to him, but you aren’t able to make out what exactly she says. His countenance softens when he looks at the girl and you are reminded of how you sometimes look at James. Turning back to you he stares for a moment before he making a decision,

“Fine, I can’t fully trust you and I can’t let you go, so you will have to live here in the tower, under surveillance. If you want us to trust you, you will have to prove yourself trustworthy." He stands, unlocks your cuffs, and strides out of the room, you understand, what you just told him is a lot to take in.

The girl that was with him turns to you, “I’ll make sure that they have a room ready for you as soon as you are well enough to leave the hospital.” She gives you a soft smile and turns to leave, pausing for a moment at the door.

“I have just one more question.” You nod at her when she pauses, you will try your best to answer it. “I know you shot Steve.” she starts. “But you missed anything important on purpose, didn’t you?" You just smile at her, she's right, but you know nothing you say will change anything. She studies you for a moment before walking out of the door.

Your arrangement works for a year. In that year you have become close to the avengers that live there. During the first six months you and Steve’s girl, Sarah, spend every morning together. She wants to learn how to fight and you are willing to teach her. You become close, she is the first person in the tower to trust you. In return for teaching her to fight she teaches you sign language. Apparently, one of her siblings was born deaf so her whole family knows how to sign. You become closer to Steve during this time as well, he still doesn’t fully trust you but he is willing to tell you more about his best friend. He always calls him Bucky and you find yourself calling him that too. But they end up moving to DC, leaving you in the compound with mostly Tony for company. Natasha and Clint are in and out of the tower and you come to a mutual understanding. You and Natasha have similar upbringings and it forms a bond, not friendship, but definitely trust.

Then after about a year of freedom from Hydra shit hits the fan. Fury is shot and Steve discovers that Hydra has been a part of Shield since the beginning. You have to escape the tower before Hydra gets to you, so you do. You keep an eye on Steve and Sarah, at a distance, of course, you know they will send Bucky after him and that will be your chance to get to him.

Then the bridge happens and you see your soulmate for the first time in a year. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest as you run towards him. You watch as he attacks Steve, you see Steve's shock as the mask falls off and you hear his heartbroken voice when he calls out for his friend. You hear Bucky’s crushing answer. You run, tackling him to the ground, just like you had done so many times in training. He fights back, you knew he would. You struggle with him, dodging punches and his knife. You are finally able to flip him onto the concrete and pin him down. Your heart in your throat as you stare into the eyes of your soulmate, praying as you speak that he will remember. Knowing that he has an unconscious reminder of you etched on his skin in ink. Here goes nothing.

“Hello sunflower, the sun is up and your dreaming is done."

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olreid · 4 years ago

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what did you think of the decision to walk back jon’s revenge and release the fears? it seemed disconnected from his characterization to me but i’m interested in your thoughts.

tma finale spoilers and #criticism under the cut ! so skip if ur not into that <3

yeah i thought it was a BUMMER, mostly because of how much i LOVED the revenge killing angle.. like it’s SO jon and they never really did develop him out of his martyr complex so of course he’s going to rush in first because he can’t lose anyone else and he needs to be in control of something even if it’s just the way the world ends.. i have obviously been a tma as revenge tragedy truther ever since i listened to s3 and i would have LOVED to see jon go even further on the path of leaning into his powers for revenge purposes, which we did start to get earlier in s5 with jon killing avatars and all his scenes with helen (”it’s not so easy keeping your humanity, is it?”).. like jon’s whole arc in s1-4 is about clinging to his humanity for dear life and what does it get him? manipulated into bringing about the apocalypse and losing almost all his friends along the way. so i would have loved to see him go full villain in s5 and i think it would have made sense story-wise.

they didn’t really seem prepared to let jon go full fear mode though so i’m not surprised they walked it back. i do think what they did end up doing was super rushed and it didn’t really strike me as in-character for either martin or jon to make that final decision be about their relationship after they explicitly decided they weren’t going to do that.. like “i love you but i’m not going to doom the world over it” and “i cant let anyone else feel that [guilt of releasing the fears] ever”... except oops we did both those things <3 it also didn’t really land as like a romantic move for me, which is prob mostly due to the fact that i don’t really care about jonmartin but also the fact that jon like. betrayed martin 2 minutes before lol. which again, that’s in-character, it would have been fine if he just went full power revenge regardless of the consequences, but the whiplash of “sorry martin but i have to do this” to “nvm martin you’re right, let’s romeo and juliet this bitch” did not work for me. i think for it to have been a true ‘power of love’ moment they would have had to make a decision other than. the exact decision the web wanted them to make? anyway.

i think anything other than revenge was always going to feel weird and disjointed just because of the direction they went with this season as a whole, both because setting it in an apocalypse world makes their choices seem less meaningful no matter what they do and also isn’t very high-stakes or interesting to listen to after 30 episodes of it, AND because the multiverse/web master plan thing was introduced so late in the game that it never really felt like a real choice the characters had to make so much as a clear lead-up to the finale of the podcast. also, 199 just being them talking in circles about all the different options just sort of made it feel like every choice had been made already rather than jmart doing something new and interesting out of desperation.. anyway yeah tldr can’t believe episode 200 was only five minutes long <3 so wild but honestly the right call

#asks #anon #tma #tma spoilers #tma crit #in case anyone blacklists that lol

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agentnico · 4 years ago

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Wonder Woman 1984 (2020) Review

Why specifically 1984? Why not 83 or 85? What is so significant about 1984? 83 had Ronald Reagan propose development of tech that would intercept enemy missiles, and the project was called “Star Wars”. In 85 there was an earthquake in Mexico that killed 9,000 and Coca Cola made a new Coke! Impressive stuff! What happened in 1984? *another quick Google check* Aids break out. Oh. Oh no.

Plot: Diana Prince lives quietly among mortals in the vibrant, sleek 1980s - an era of excess driven by the pursuit of having it all. Though she's come into her full powers, she maintains a low profile by curating ancient artefacts, and only performing heroic acts incognito. But soon, Diana will have to muster all of her strength, wisdom and courage as she finds herself squaring off against Maxwell Lord and the Cheetah, a villainess who possesses superhuman strength and agility.

After many delays due to COVID once again doing a COVID and messing things up, Warner Bros. finally released Wonder Woman 1984, due to concerns of audiences losing interest in the project. I remember enjoying the first Wonder Woman years ago, and though it didn’t reinvent the superhero genre, as an origin story is was watchable and there were a couple cool action set pieces, such as the notable trench sequence where Diana fights through No Man’s Land and literally all that’s missing is her screeching “GIRL POWER!” everytime she deflected a gun bullet! Anyway, nothing ground-breaking but a decent piece of entertainment. Now we have sequel set in the 80s that plans to go bigger, bolder, grander.....well, you know, the usual sequel stuff. And they have the Mandalorian himself along for the ride, because even Warner Bros. knows that this is the way.

Having watched the film I must say, it is disappointing. Though in reality is it really disappointing? Personally I had hardly any expectations anyway, so it’s not as if my hopes and dreams have been crunched and shattered and thrown into a pit of despair! Wow, that came off as if I am super in denial, which I am not, I promise, okay?? In all seriousness though, the movie is a mess. With a runtime of two and a half hours, the film is filled with pacing issues so much so that I can say I was bored 50% of the time. A lot of it doesn’t make sense, the editing is atrocious and also this baby is filled to the brim with plot holes! So. Many. Plot Holes. For example, right from the start, one of the opening scenes involves Wonder Woman stopping a robbery at a mall. The robbery in itself is botched up. "I'm not going back!" screams one of the criminals, so hey, I'm going to hold this kid over the railing and almost drop her so that I can go to jail for murder. Genius writing there. Anyway, so Diana swoops in, saves the kid obviously, then proceeds to destroy the cameras in the mall as if that will also magically erase the footage that has already been recorded as well as all the witnesses that have seen her show off her bongo-bongo power mojo. So she’s trying to hide her identity and existence a secret, and apparently has been doing so for years, yet all her heroic moments happen in the middle of the public’s eye, so there is no way that she could have stayed confidential all this time. Then again, Superman can put on a pair of cheap glasses and all of a sudden he’s this random fella named Clark Kent, so what do I know? My guess is that the human population in the DC world are stupid and aren’t capable of adding 2 plus 2! Right, onto the next plot hole. So throughout most of the film, it feels like the movie is set in autumn or something along those lines. One of the characters gives food to a homeless person and tells them to stay warm, and also many people passing by are wearing coats and furs. Suddenly at one point there is a firework display and Diana winks to the camera and says “oh look, it’s the Fourth of July!” I’m sorry, last time I checked that date is set in the summer. Why would I know this? Well maybe cause it happens to also be my birthday! Next! So Diana can fly in this movie. How? Or why? I don’t know! Because “GIRL POWER!” I guess? I don’t know, this new superpower comes out of nowhere, yet its not referred to at all in Justice League, which is set many years later. So yeah, sounds like director Patty Jenkins couldn’t give a single flying dollop of poop about continuity. Speaking of random decisions, Wonder Woman’s new golden armor serves absolutely no purpose at the end of the film. She decides to randomly use it one point for no particular reason, and in fact it slowed her down more than anything, after which it was all forgotten about. Look, I can go on forever, this movie is filled with disorganised and erratic plot decisions and it makes zero to no sense!

Visually this film is disappointing too. Taking into account that this is a big budget film from one of the biggest film studios, the special effects in this film are atrocious. The green screen is so obvious and the CGI sets are clearly fake. Diana spends a lot of the film doing jumps and then floating in a very peculiar way in the sky, and it looks laughably bad. Even the 80′s setting doesn’t feel quite right. Yes, the costumes are somewhat okay, but the atmosphere is off and it seems the director’s opinion of the 80s is that everyone needs to act like a caricature.

Gal Gadot as Wonder Woman is okay. Look, Gadot seems like a very lovely and earnest person in real life, and her face is indeed very likeable, but I still haven’t seen her give a good performance. It’s the typical pretty Hollywood face, and you can tell she’s trying her hardest, but I can never properly buy her as this female superhero pop culture icon. Chris Pine returns even though he died in the first one. Look, the way he’s brought back is a bit strange, however I did actually like seeing Pine in the movie, as he was one of the best parts of the first film, and he brings that same charm and charisma in this one, now with the added factor of being the fish out of water. And to be honest, his presence actually does provide the movie with some needed emotional heft, as it explores the ideas of having to get over someone you’ve lost and learning to accept it and move on. In terms of villains, there are two in this movie. Kristin Wiig as Cheetah feels very shoehorned in and is mainly there to have Diana fight someone at the end of the film. Kristen Wiig does her part, however the character is written really badly, and her development into becoming a villain comes off as rushed and cheap. On the other hand Pedro Pascal as Maxwell Lord is actually not bad. He’s not the typical superpowered baddie, he’s actually a normal human being, and even though, again, there are some inconsistencies with his character, Pascal brings enough swagger and panache to the role. And I’m sure he actually enjoyed playing a role where you can actually see his face.

As a whole, Wonder Woman 1984 is a mess. There are some good moments, but generally this is a very disjointed movie that doesn’t make sense and is extremely chaotic. Also, the entire thing is really boring. I’d say if you want more of an organised and wholesome movie, check out Disney Pixar’s new animation Soul! Or The Mandalorian with Pedro Pascal, as indeed... this is the way.

Overall score: 3/10

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hallowed-by-thy-name · 4 years ago

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Man, I'm sorry to say, but 15x19 sucks ass.

I mean, atleast a little bit lmao.

Aside from the minimal recognition that their best friend of 12 years is super deaded (because alright fine they've done that before, maybe forgivable), like the entire episode seemed... weird.

Like the season throught has done a decent job of consistency with the mood and the character arcs, especially the last 4/5 episodes.

15x19 atleast cinematically felt kinda disjointed, like it was trying to convey the feeling but fell short. (I maybe biased tho after 15x18 which was done so well, but tell me what you think)

The dialogue was kind of like they were trying to put in humour, but like why????? The mood is supposed to be ominous right?? (The asshats thing just felt random to me lmao)

And sure Destiel, but Sam not even HINTING at acknowledging Eileen; Jack leaving without hugs from his dads (1 dad subtracted), no 'I'm proud of you'?? Like was he not their adopted kid for the last 2 years???

I did like the ending for Chuck, the way he was left human and still in denial. But a lil more build up would have been nice???? It didn't come across as one of those mega showdowns (again, my thoughts). Maybe cause it was the season finale, shit was rushed, which is alright, I guess. But they don't tell me they didn't have much more potential for this one.

That being said, 15x20 leaves a lot of room of thought, because we KNOW that what they're doing now and their choices from now on are unequivocally THEM.

Them riding off into the sunset together is great and all, sure but like that's just a huge 'fuck you' to the show's deeprooted 'Family don't end in blood'.

Anyway.

I continue to hope, for both Saileen and Destiel and like a wholesome fuckin ending with like pie and dogs and lovey-dovey shit 'cause god know Sam and Dean deserve it.

We've got faith in you Dabb, Bobo. Don't let us down.

#like please tho #i will not survive if you fuck up a potentially awesome ending #like I will emotionally shrivel #anyways #just needed to rant for a bit #truly appreciating Speight and Berens now #I'm glad they did that one #give my bois some loveeee #destiel #supernatural #spn #saileen #15x19 #15x20 #mine

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tfw-no-tennis · 4 years ago

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mtmte liveblog issue 15

death awaits!

oh god the cover. I aint ready

the cover of overlords open mouth w/rodimus floating inside or w/e,,,,the overlord mouth fixation continues i see

and of COURSE its by nick roche. of course

oh god the tension and dread in the first page, as we get overlords sinister promise to murder everyone, starting with rewind, and then seeing chromedome rush over to open the door, and knowing that 30 minutes have passed already...

that full page spread of everyone vs overlord is amazing

also I always thought that ambulon was trying to kick overlord but now that I look closer he’s actually jumping away from overlord, having just crashed one of those hover...thingys....into him...which is honestly cool as hell. also I'm never over the fact that ambulon kinda looks like he’s smiling here, just having a grand ole time as overlord tries his best to murder everyone

and chromedome just seeing this and saying ‘rewind?’ is fucking killing me thanks

PIPES NO DONT DO THIS. YOURE JUST RUBBING SALT IN THE WOUND. PLEASE don't talk about how much fun you're having on your wacky space adventure oh god, that’s just asking to be murdered,

GOD AND THERE HE GOES, DRIVING TO HIS DOOM. PIPES NO

AUGHHHHHHHHHH AND THERES OVERLORD WITH HIS GIANT FOOT. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

PIIIIIPES ;_;

his messed up goodbye thoughts are brutal...plus the final shot of him laying all busted up....god :(

that guy seriously had some awful luck this trip. rip lil guy

BUT he sounded the alarm!!! so good for him!! that's a pretty amazing final act right there

oh my god I forgot abt this scene where rewind is like ‘so brainstorm why is my husband saying your name in his sleep :))))’ and brainstorm is like ‘haha idk its certainly not because we’re working on a secret project together, so jot that down!’ lmao brainstorm....

also dw rewind brainstorm is not fucking ur husband, just look at his evidentially extensive collection of perceptor-style microscopes...my man is microscopesexual

I forgot abt the metabomb omfg

‘some of my favorite words are monosyllabic’ rodimus ily, himbo of my heart,

fort max :( rung :(

oughhghghg I forgot abt the scene of tailgate making cyclonus a new horn ;_; and then cyclonus materializes menacingly bc tg dared to volunteer their room for movie night hvbfshdjkfbaskj cyclonus anti-social icon

AUGHHHH GOD THE PANEL OF RATCHET TALKING ON THE COMMS AND OVERLORD IS JUST, RIGHT BEHIND HIM, WITH HIS BIG STUPID LIPS, OH MY GOD

what the fuck, is drift a flying car??? hello??? what the hell????

seriously he’s got like, rockets and shit, what the fuck

anyways, the entire exchange b/w ratchet and drift here kills me, for multiple reasons.... ‘my faith and my sword’ lmao love it. and then ratchet refusing to leave drift and calling him his friend ;_; aughhh

rodimus w/the squad like ‘lets go gays!!!’

also I guess cosmos WAS on the lost light lol, totally didn't remember that, I'm guessing he left at some point to go be in the other series lmao

I'm sorry but ‘amazing. you speak entirely in name’ is so fucking funny, but also like stfu overlord you're not allowed to be funny

MAGNUSSSSSSSS

now I'm confusing myself lmao, rodimus DID know abt overlord, didn't he??? wasn't that the whole thing???? I don't remember if he was involved w/the whole mnemosurgery plan but he at least knew that overlord was there...but we haven't been told that in-story yet so now I'm questioning that lmao

oh god I forgot that overlord almost kills magnus, jeeeeesus. good thing he’s a russian nesting doll otherwise he probably would've died fr

also damn that's gotta be scary for everyone else, bc magnus is The Big Guy, and a renown fighter...plus drift got all fucked up...yall are in for a bad time

tailgate gettin his panic on I see

swerve w/the meta narration lmao

cyclonus ily sm.......

rodimus charging at overlord....ohhh my boy not your best idea

cd and rewind both saying ‘I thought you were dead!’ HHHHHHHH I'm destroyed fuck it all

rodimus (inadvertently) saving the day by saying ‘til all are one’...iconic!!

FORT MAX IS HEREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

drift just casually chillin w/no legs

chromedome going into extreme detail about all the mnemosurgery he’s been doing on overlord for WEEKS while rewind is Right There....my dude.

this issue has a LOT of completely white backgrounds but I cant even rlly blame milne bc this seems like more drawing work than usual

oh god cd don't say ‘we’ll finish this conversation later’ at a time like this, that’s never a good idea,

rewind no don't do it :( :( :(

that panel of cd’s arm getting cut off...AUGHHH

GODDDDDDD IM FUCKING CRYING. AUGHHHHHHHHHHH I.....

so incredibly fucked that cd does what’s best for rewind by blowing the pod up....hhhhh god

and then that last panel of cd laying on the ground....fucking destroy me!!!!!!!!

also I love that at the beginning of the issue we see whirl with the missile launcher thing, and that’s what cd uses at the end here....good bookends. jro is really great about putting stuff in the story that just seems like innocuous filler/fun character building but turns out to ALSO be plot relevant later

HOLY SHIT I forgot about the cast page with the big red X’s thru the dead people’s profiles....jesus christ

AUGH this issue was a rollercoaster, phew...and the emotionally devastating conclusion to this arc is still yet to come!

I will say that it’s super interesting looking back on this, in the sense that rewind & chromedome are introduced as the first ever gay tf couple, and a few issues after we get told this explicitly, rewind is killed. this doesn't really end up being an issue representation-wise bc literally everyone is gay and there are a bunch of other significant gay characters/relationships later on, AND rewind comes back later

but still! it’s interesting to think about how, at the time this came out, the phrase/concept ‘bury your gays’ wasn't really something that was talked about a lot (or like, it was, but not as often as nowadays, and not really under the term ‘bury your gays’ iirc), but at the time of publication this would have fallen under that trope (though rewind coming back later negates it imo). I think it would've been tough for this story to come out nowadays due to the backlash that would've occurred from rewind’s initial death (it also makes me wonder if there was any backlash when this DID come out)

to be clear, this isn't a writing criticism - in fact, the reason this is able to work at all is because of the crazy amount of representation mtmte has. it’s like, youre able to kill off gay characters without it being ‘bury your gays’ if literally all your characters are gay by default, and there are a bunch of significant gay relationships happening - technically speaking, any death in mtmte is bury your gays lmao

this is a completely disjointed rant but my point is like, if this issue came out in 2020 people would probably be pretty put off by rewind dying (understandably), but in the context of the series as a whole I don't consider this to be bad writing/bad representation/bury your gays

and like, WERE people really mad about this in 2013? I am curious now, bc I would definitely feel kinda betrayed if I didn't know all the stuff that happens later

but its pretty nice, because now I'm free to enjoy the writing and be emotionally devastated by rewinds death in a normal way, and not a ‘I'm angry at the writers for killing off one of the only gay characters’ kinda way

anyways I'm tired as hell so I'm going to bed, ill continue the emotional devastation later, phew

#lj rereads mtmte

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yeet-me-dad-dy · 5 years ago

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Marshmallow Wars

Pairing - Loki x Reader

Summary - A marshmallow war breaks out in the Avengers Compound at Christmas time.

Warnings - Light swearing.

Word Count - 2,433

Note: This takes place after Civil War, in an AU where everyone gets along.

Prompts that inspired this piece:

“Well, that’s tragic.”

“Show me what’s behind your back.”

“What in all the nine realms is that monstrosity?” Loki stepped off the elevator into the common room to find a massive tree, decorated with all manner of lights and shiny baubles, looming menacingly in the corner. It was enormous, absolutely gargantuan, reaching all the way up to the compound’s ceiling, with the biggest, brightest golden star perched on top that Loki had ever seen. A chill went down his spine as he remembered the Fourth of July, and how Stark had nearly decapitated him with a very similar star. The god made a mental note to avoid the tree.

You chuckled and moved toward him from out of the kitchen. “That, my dear Trickster, is a Christmas tree.”

He gaped at you as you stopped in front of him, a sly grin on your lips. He lifted a finger and pointed at the tree. “That’s a Christmas tree? You said that Christmas trees were about six to nine feet tall.” He turned to gaze up at the monstrosity. “I’d say someone miscalculated the height of this one by about twenty or so feet.”

You laughed heartily. “Yeah, Stark went a little bit crazy.”

Loki scoffed. “Stark. I should have known.” You smiled mischievously at him and he narrowed his eyes as he regarded you. He hadn’t noticed it in his star-struck state, but you had both of your hands hidden behind your back. The corner of his mouth twitched up into a smirk. “What are you hiding behind your back?”

“Sure you want to know?” you asked, taking two steps back. Loki was uncertain now. He may be the God of Mischief, but you knew how to have fun as well. And your fun usually ended in fires and broken furniture.

He took his own step back and held his hands up defensively in front of him. “Show me what’s behind your back,” he commanded, noticing Sam, Bucky, and Steve snickering at the table behind you.

You grinned like the Cheshire cat as you said, “Okay,” and before he knew it, he was being pelted in the face by marshmallows.

“Marshmallow shooter, bitch!” you yelled as you ran away.

“Y/N!” he yelled, grinning as he chased after you.

You ducked behind a couch and his heart swelled as he listened to you giggle like a child.

“Hey, Reindeer Games!” He turned and Sam tossed him a shooter of his own as everyone pulled out their own from various hidden places around the room. All of the Avengers were here, and Loki’s formerly swollen heart stopped. What have I just gotten myself into? he thought.

“Vive la Revolution!” Clint yelled from the rafters, Natasha with him. Sam, Bucky, and Steve tipped over the dining table from their place in the kitchen. Peter was sticking to the wall, Vision was hovering up in the corner by the ceiling, Wanda and Pietro had upturned the pool table to use as cover, Stark and Rhodey crouched in the stairwell, Scott ducked behind a pillar, and Loki rushed over to you, sliding behind the couch just as he was assaulted by a hail of marshmallows. The only two not participating were Bruce and Thor, who were casually having a conversation by the tree, pretending that all-out marshmallow warfare wasn’t currently happening around them.

“Rules are, you get hit, you’re dead, no moving! Powers are allowed!” Stark shouted from the stairs.

“Powers are allowed?” you looked at Loki, and a huge grin spread across both of your faces.

“This is going to be such fun,” he said darkly.

You blocked a hail of marshmallows from above with a telekinetic field as Loki peered over the couch. Scott was completely visible from his place behind the pillar, so Loki easily took him out with a marshmallow to the side of the head.

“Aww, come on, man! That was right in the ear!” he shouted, falling to the floor.

“Who’s next?” he asked you, ducking back behind the couch.

You handed him your gun. “We need to take out the ones above. Go for Clint and Natasha, I’ll defend.”

Loki had to admit that you two made a good team. You were able to take out the Assassin and the Archer easily enough. Your powers made it easy to deflect the “bullets” and Loki was an excellent shot. Peter swung up onto a rafter and used his webs to pull the pool table away from Pietro and Wanda, leaving them exposed. You used your powers to launch some of the discarded marshmallows from the floor at Pietro, which hit him in the chest like a shotgun, and one of the soldiers took Wanda out from in the kitchen. Loki managed to hit Peter in the arm as he tried to swing away, the kid falling to the floor dramatically.

Vision was becoming a problem from his place up by the ceiling. “Loki, go for Vis,” you commanded, and he turned obediently to aim for the synthetic man, who seemed to be having the time of his life.

You blocked shot after shot from the kitchen and the stairwell, your arms quickly becoming tired.

“He’s just phasing, I can’t hit him,” Loki called to you.

“I can’t defend and keep Vis in his solid form,” you explained.

Loki ducked back behind the couch, breathing heavily, and you joined him, marshmallows flying over your heads.

“Here,” he said, handing you your gun. “Solidify him, take him out, then give me the gun back.”

You nodded and both sprang up from your spot. You raised both of your hands, your left keeping Vision still and solid, while your right pulled the trigger, sending a high-velocity marshmallow right into his chest. He laughed out loud and slowly floated down to the floor, where he leaned casually against the wall, defeated.

“Here!” You handed Loki your gun, blocking a marshmallow just as it was about to hit him in the face.

“This is stupid!” you heard Sam call out from behind the table. “They’re too good, we’re not gonna get them from here.”

The hail of mallows from the kitchen stopped and you and Loki took a moment to catch your breath, tucked safely behind the sofa. “I’m almost out of ammunition,” he said, smirking.

“Gotcha covered,” you grinned as you swept all of the discarded marshmallows up from the floor, depositing them in front of the prince. He took no time in reloading his shooter, just as there was a boisterous cry from the direction of the kitchen. You peeked up over the couch just in time to see Bucky charging full speed toward your hiding spot.

Panicking, you put your hands up, sending a bolt of energy right into his chest, which sent him flying backward… right into the Christmas tree, which toppled over with him engulfed in its branches. Everyone stopped, fear permeating the room. Stark and Rhodey came out from their spot in the stairwell, and Steve ran to his friend, worry etched on his face. Just as he reached the tree, a quiet chuckle could be heard, slowly getting louder, until it was a full-on laugh attack. Steve’s face twisted up into a grin as Bucky’s metal arm appeared to give the thumbs up. “I’m okay!” he yelled.

Thor and Bruce were still by the now-fallen tree, and they chuckled to one another before going back to their conversation.

Loki didn’t hesitate, bringing both of his guns up and pulling the trigger on each, one marshmallow hitting Tony in the arm, the other hitting Rhodey’s leg.

“Oh, come on!” Rhodey cried, throwing his hands up. “That’s not fair!”

“No one said this game was fair!” Loki replied, kneeling back behind the couch. He took a shot at Steve and Bucky, who were running back to cower behind the table, but the Captain had his shield and was more than efficient at blocking the assault.

“I have an idea,” you said to Loki, using your powers to retrieve two discarded guns. You were now each dual-wielding shooters. The prince grinned at you.

“Man, this is so not fair!” Bucky yelled from the kitchen, making everyone laugh.

“No, it’s not,” Stark said, smiling widely. “Two super soldiers and Sam vs two magic users. Who’s gonna win?” He leaned in toward Rhodey. “My bet’s on the magic users,” he said.

“No way, man,” Sam said. “We got this. For America!”

The three gentlemen in the kitchen sprung up from their hiding place, shooting violently and yelling a disjointed battle cry. You effortlessly blocked the hail of marshmallows, and with one swift wave of your hand, you flung their table to the side, leaving them completely exposed.

“Oh, shit,” Bucky exclaimed as they scrambled, trying desperately to dodge the hail of “bullets”.

“Language!” everyone yelled in unison, even Loki, who had been let in on the joke. You stopped Sam, rooting him to the ground and taking him out with a marshmallow to the arm… and then the leg, and the side of the head, and then another to the arm. “Alright! Alright, you got me!” he laughed. “Jesus!”

Loki got Bucky in the back as he was running, and he fell to the floor dramatically, putting his hand over his heart. “Uuughhh. Light… fading… Tell Steve… he’s… a punk…” he went limp, his tongue sticking out slightly.

“Very dramatic,” Stark clapped. “10/10.”

The soldier laughed and sat up. “Shut the hell up, Stark.”

Steve was the only one left, and he may as well have been a sitting duck, crouched behind that pillar. “I’m so sorry, Stevie!” you called before dropping your guns and waving your hands. He was pulled out from behind the pillar, his shield stripped from his arm, and Loki stood, aimed, and casually pulled the trigger.

“Ah, dang! Right on the nipple!” Steve exclaimed, eliciting loud laughter from everyone gathered. “Those things hurt a lot more than you’d think,” he said, grinning.

“Is that it? Did we win?” Loki asked as the group began to rise from their various places around the room.

Thor grinned and uncrossed his arms. “Not quite,” he said, giving everyone pause. He reached behind him and pulled two foam short swords out of an empty plant pot. With a mighty bellow, he charged at you and Loki, a sword in each hand. You scrambled, just barely managing to slide out of the way as he launched himself over the couch. Loki, however, wasn’t so lucky. Thor drew one of the swords across his chest before turning to you. The prince fell to the floor, laughing. He hadn’t had this much fun in centuries.

Thor stalked toward you and you jumped over one of the other couches to flee to the center of the room, where there would be more space to fight. Just as you raised your hands, Stark called out, “No powers!”

“What!? You can’t just change the rules!” you call back.

“Sure I can,” he shrugged. “My game, my rules.”

Thor was upon you now and you dodged back just as he swung at your head. You grinned. The God of Thunder was strong and an incredibly good fighter, but you were quick and nimble. The fight didn’t last long, as you used his weight against him, easily dodging his attacks and disarming him. Before he knew what was happening, he was on his knees, both of his weapons now in your hands, one pressed against his chest, the other dangling at your side.

“Please,” he begged, hands up.. “Mercy.” He grinned, enjoying the game. “I yield, Y/N, please.”

You returned the grin. “Does this mean I get to rule Asgard now?”

He nodded feverishly. “Yes, of course, but… Surely the new ruler would wish to have a king at their side? To help them rule?”

There were whistles and hollers from all around the room. “A king, hmm?” You lowered your sword. “You’re right, Thor. I do need a king.”

He put his hands down, still grinning. “I’m glad we could come to an arrangement-” he began, but you cut him off, turning toward the couch where you had hidden.

“Loki?” you called.

He sat up, smiling at you. “Yes, darling?”

“How would you like to be my king?”

He stood and walked over to you, taking the foam sword you handed him. “Aren’t I already?” he asked, pulling you in and pressing his lips to yours. The hollering erupted into full-blown cheering now.

Loki pulled away from the kiss and turned to the god on the floor. “Sorry, brother,” Loki shrugged and Thor nodded, knowing he was defeated. The raven-haired prince raised his sword to his brother’s chest and poked him lightly. Following Bucky’s lead, Thor crumpled to the floor dramatically, saying something about dying with honor. He was hard to hear over the raucous laughter filling the room.

After a moment, you pulled away from Loki, who’d wrapped his arm around your waist, to help Thor up from the floor, as the others did the same for each other. Clint and Natasha dropped down from the rafters and everyone clapped each other on the shoulders and shook hands in good spirits.

“I can’t believe I was the first one out,” Scott whined, then turned on Loki. “And you shot me right in the ear hole, man! Who does that?”

Loki chuckled. “My apologies. No hard feelings?” Scott grumbled, but smiled and then shook Loki’s hand.

Stark sidled up next to the tree, looking downcast.

“Well, that’s tragic,” Loki feigned concern.

“You gonna cry over your baby?” Sam teased.

Stark’s back was to the group, and a sniffle could be heard. “She was so young,” he whimpered, prompting more laughter. He turned around, pretending to wipe away tears. “No, I can’t be angry. Yeah, that took me hours and hours to put up, but she went out in a blaze of glory, so…” he shrugged, smiling. “I’m just glad Manchurian Candidate didn’t get hurt.”

Bucky scoffed playfully. “Uh-huh. Sure you are.”

Clean up was easy; you used your powers to gather all of the discarded marshmallows together and then deposit them into a trashcan. After that was done, some of the others suggested a Christmas movie marathon, which didn’t take much convincing to get everyone to agree to. You curled up on the couch with Loki, sitting on his lap, holding each other close.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too, darling,” he responded, kissing you gently on the forehead and pulling you closer to his chest as you dozed off.

#loki x reader #loki x gender neutral reader #loki x gn reader #loki fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #loki fanfic

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bow-woahh · 5 years ago

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Spop Fic recs (Catradora)

(finally)

Hello Catradora trash can's today I finally give you what I've been promising for MONTHS - a fanfic rec list. Because, if you didn't already know, I read A LOT of Catradora fanfic, probably too much and although I'm definitely not the best judge of...anything, I really wanted to make this post, so here it is, weeks late.

(it's a long one though)

I’ve written my full opinions n shit on like the first 10 multi chapters and one shots because there’s a lot lol, and some I remember better than others (tbf I've re read all of them at this point), but yeahhh. For the others, I’ll describe it in less detail and a bit more jokily lol.

I'm sorry I haven't just linked all the fics bit I just want this to be out of my drafts loll, and I can assure you most of these are pretty easy to find, I apologise for the laziness though haha

Also I’ve tried to find the all the authors tumblr or other social media, but I couldn’t for all of them which sucks, so if you happen to be the author and I left you out, please comment :)

Anyway, Y'ALL NEED TO GET ON MY LEVEL SOOO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO HERE YOU GO:

(here's a key first)

Key:

(o) = ongoing

(f) = finished

[G]=General

[T] =Teen and up Audiences

[M]=Mature

[E]=Explicit

Multi-chapters:

1. Upper West Side by ceruleanstorm (o) 100,000+ words

@princessofgayskull

[Modern AU] [T]

This fic is so amazing!! It goes so deep into their psychology and past and damn is it hilarious at time. Also, I love the premise of it - Catra is a Uber driver and Adora ends up as her passenger. It's a fairly slowburn as it goes deep into the two girls' lives and really gives time for the relationship to develop naturally and that is honestly really appreciated because it makes the good moments between the two even better and more rewarding if I'm honest. A lot of angst though. All the other characters we know and love are also written amazingly in it too, and are made equally important. All in all, I love this fic and everything about it!

As of writing it has fairly infrequent updates, but each chapter is 10-20k+ words and has 9/12 chapters so...there’s a lot.

2. For my Sake by doublepasse (f) 100,000+ words

@doublepasse-writes

[Canon Compliant][E]

The story and world building is just - WOAH. This one is quite the slowburn but boy is it worth it. It's set a couple months to a year after season one, where Catra finally captures Adora but the tables turn very quickly when capturing her nearly results in her death, which Catra (unsurprisingly) didn’t want. The story has some BIG plot twists and is definitely one of the best canon universe Catradora fics I’ve ever read and the ending was very satisfying, but also open ended, BECAUSE there’s a part 2 coming and I couldn’t be more excited!

(Also, there is one chapter with nsfw content in it, but it has a sfw version)

3. Skinny Love by Maychup (o) 89,000+ words

@maychup

[Canon Compliant][M]

Another amazing fic that takes place in the canon universe that has such great world building, and is very plot heavy. It takes place days after the S1 finale and goes from there basically. The premise of it is similar to many fics and one shots you’ve probably read - sleeping with the enemy. From the first chapter it seemed like it could have easily been a five chapter easy redemption fic but nooooooo, it goes a lot LOT deeper. I feel like this fic did such a great job on character development, Catra’s specifically, she grows so much throughout the fic. She is also such a mother to all her Horde pals in this and I love that haha.

At the time of writing, it’s still ongoing, and boy am I excited to see where it goes. It’s also super angsty and has a fair-ish amount of smut so be warned!

4. The Heiress and The thief by Fuhadeza (f) 58,000+ words

@fuhadeza

[Regency AU][M]

As it says in the fic summary, it is literally the She-Ra regency AU I never knew I wanted likeeee, it’s so good! Premise - Adora is taken by Lady Brightmoon, leaving her boarding school, and her best friend behind, Catra, and everything is fine until her old friend face resurfaces. This one had me screaming at times (most of them did, but this especially). It was a really enjoyable read and I honestly loved the way the author dealt with love and the way Adora dealt with her feelings and just ahhh- read it.

5. Faded with feelings by yesimgay (f) 24,000+ words

[Roomates AU][T]

This fic. I read this a WHILEEE ago but to this day this is one of my favourite fan-fics ever like it’s hilarious, and fluffy and unproblematic and sometimes you need that tbh. Everything you need to know is established in the first chapter but the way it is done feels so natural, as if it’s just Adora‘s or Catra’s thoughts and I love it. Also the premise is GREAT - Catra has ADHD and smokes weed to help with it, and Adora accidentally takes an edible, which is when shenanigans start to ensue.

6. Dream of Me by DBsean (f) 18,000+ words

[Canon Universe][T]

Although it is on the shorter side with only five chapters, this was another fic that was so so good in quality and premise. For whatever reason, Catra and Adora start sharing dreams, enabling them to share moments together that they (unfortunately) can't have in real life, due to them being on opposite sides of the war, and in turn - enemies. The angst in this fic literally KILLED ME, and the characters dialogue is so good as well! I also recommend you check out some of the authors other fics, they're all great!

7. we've been making shades of purple out of red and blue by darklady21(o) 19,000+ words

[Roomates AU][M]

Another Roomates AU, bUT instead of being best friends, the two barely know each other, or interact at all...GREAT RIGHT?!? Honestly though, I think the author did a great job in making it not seem too rushed, especially in the setup and establishing how although they know each other, they DONT know each other, so the first couple chapters are basically that stage where they are learning more about each other and leaving stupid post it notes around the house, and it just feels so natural and great! Updates aren’t super regular, but there’s already nine chapters (as of writing) so definitely check it out, as well as their other works too!

8. Razorback by Starr_Reborn(o) 22,000+ words

[Canon Divergence AU][M]

Apparently, the author wrote this with the intent of it being fluffy. From the title you can tell that is NOT the case. At all. This one HURTS. This is very very angsty, and also has some themes of rape in it, so if that kinda thing triggers you I might wanna skip out on this one. It is a really good fic though and stands out from a lot of the others because of the way it is written. Chapters aren’t usually longer that 1000 words and the writing style is quite disjointed at times, and it a lot of the time a stream of consciousness. At times it can even be a little confusing or hard to follow, but I find it makes it even more interesting, and also means it will probably be a fic I come back to once completed. It is genuinely so unpredictable, I have no clue where it’s going, but I really love it for that!

9. Sunflower by TechnoSkittles (f) 6000+ words

@technoskittles

[High School AU][G]

Oh, BOY. Oh boyyy. This fic - it's 8 chapters and only 6000 words yet the story is just- Ahhh READ IT. It's so good! And like the author in general is so amazing at writing like check out all their works (especially their latest one shot omg I loved it). Anyway, read this, it's not too long, it's cute and also genuinely surprising, the ending was not something I saw coming AT ALL, so YEAH!

10. I like me better when I'm with you by lesbians_harold(f) 22,000+ words

@lesbians-harold

[High School AU][T]

Just a nice, fun, fluffy high school, friends to lovers AU. Catra moves to Adora’s school senior year and the twos friendship is quickly rekindled, after a rocky start albeit. Adora is a big ol’ jock and Catra draws which is a headcanon I LOVE. It’s written so well, and the characters are also written well too! It is a lil angsty at times, but not to worry - but it does pay off, I assure you.

11. I thought we were best friends by vanilla107 (o) 45,000+ words

@vanilla107

[University AU][T]

Breakups. Lots of breakups, and angst. This one will mend your heart then hurt you. BE SCARED. But go read it. I mean it. It's good!

12. Dirty Dancing by LilLegalLoli94 (o) 9000+ words

@lillegalloli94

[Dancing AU][M]

Basically lots of (sexual) tension after years of not seeing each other because Adora moved to Brightmoon Dance Academy. It's good. Real good.

13. Back to Black by eveynull (f) 6000+ words

[Canon Universe][T]

(Post War) Gays go and visit their past, staring angst, and featuring your favourite co-star - fluff!

14. how things are supposed to be by maggiesbombshell (o) 11,000+ words

@yeunslegacy

[High School AU][M]

A jolly slowburn that will hurt your soul because (internalised) homophobia and gay.

15. Some things you don't see coming by Trashibesensei (o) 20,000+ words

[High School AU][T]

Adora being a big ol' jock, and Catra being a big ol' gay. I’m not even gonna explain it, you have to find that out yourself.

16. A quarter after three by Maychup (o) 11,000+ words

@maychup

[Youtuber AU][M]

Adora's gay panic settles in when she bumps into her childhood bestie, Catra, live streaming in the streets of LA. My favourite part of this fic has to be the YouTube comments she gets. This one will make you laugh. And go AWWW CUTE.

17. A Song to My Heart by DemiRebel (f) 8000+ words

[Neighbors AU][G]

The cute girl next door keeps singing loud, and it sounds BELLE, so what else would you do other than creepily listen?? 10/10 for premise.

18. Occupied by Nny11 4000+ words

@nny11writes

[Modern AU][T]

The most hilarious soulmate AU I've read tbh. One word - bathrooms.

19. Whispering Dreams by dragonesdepapel (f) 7400+ words

[Canon Universe][T]

Adora finds a wounded and sick gay so obviously, she helps her out, much to her protesting. This fic will honestly make you go through the five stages of grief. Big ol' oof.

20. Why you SHOULD bring in your untrained cat to the rebellion by locuas (f) 6800+ words

[Canon Divergence AU][G]

This fic is a literal joke. But it will probably be the best crack you will ever read, so. READ IT.

ALSO HERES A LIL SELF PWOMO OF MY MULTI CHAP:

What drove her insane, 13,000+ words (f)

One shots:

1. hang tight (all you) by TechnoSkittles 9000+ words

@technoskittles

[High School AU][T]

This is a fic that will break your heart and mend it. It's about Adora coming to terms with her sexuality throughout high school in a pretty unsupportive environment, added onto the fact she has a crush on her best friend. It's paced so well, nothing feels rushed and although it's only 9000 words, it manages to flesh out characters that aren't even in the show, and it obviously does a great job with the topic at hand - sexuality and homophobia. Like it honestly touched my heart, reading it I genuinely wanted to cry. I loved everything about it, from the moment it started to the last line. It's just written in a way that is probably relatable to so many people who are or have struggled with coming to terms with themselves, and shows how for some it's really not an easy thing. It's also written beautifully, and I PROMISE you won't regret reading this! Definitely check out some more of their works too, they're all great reads!

2. you're my favorite song (and it's stuck in my head) by artemiswords 16,000+ words

@artemisbye

[High School AU][T]

A belle valentine's day fan fic which I just,, ahhhhh this is some of the best 16k words I've ever read, it's so nice and fluffy! Premise - Catra has to take the bus to school, and ends up sitting next to this cute girl on the bus, Adora, and listening to TayTay (Swift), sharing earphones with this complete stranger. Obviously, Catra develops a crush, but she is sure Adora is straight. It's written so well, and is such an enjoyable read, with so many great moments and dialogue. Music is a very prevalent theme (which you can tell from the name tbh) in it, and the amount of song references in it also make it feel so fleshed out in a way, like their both just teenagers with somewhat questionable music taste. Just all the exchanges they have are great, especially the ones over text and social media, there were so many funny moments too. DEFO, recommend if you wanna read something nice and lighthearted!

3. The Interlude That Never Ends by FMLClexa 2000+ words

Twitter: catrxs

[Historical AU] [M]

Angst. Quite angsty. But also fairly fluffy, it has a good balance. And the writing style is just so - it gets your heart wrenching despite being fairly short, and is also very poetic, and I don't know about you, but I love things like that! The fic is a historical/soulmates AU where they are bound to fall in love, no matter the period they're reincarnated in. It's one of the most creative fic ideas I've ever read, and the concept is executed so well, which makes it even better. And it's, so so damn sweet ahh, read it read it READ IT!

4. is there a knife in your bed or are you just happy to see me? by ceruleanstorm 6000+ words

@princessofgayskull

[Canon Universe][T]

This fic was everythinggg, it is so cute, like it’s basically 6k words of fluff! Also, if you didn’t already notice, the title (and the fic) heavily references the fact Adora keeps a knife under her bed (I DIED when that happened in s2). Set post war, Catra sneaks away from her post to visit an overworked and stressed Adora in Bright Moon and cuteness ensues. I honestly just love everything about this fic, we need more fluffy and funny fics like this! The dynamic the two have in this is perfect and the dialogue and general writing style of it is great! And Adora’s internal dialogue in this honest to god had me dead. Needless to say this is one of my fav Canon Universe one shots.

5.Girl’s Become Lovers (Who Turn Into Mothers) by A_Zap 2000+ words

@azapofinspiration

[Canon Universe][G]

This has to be one of the cutest, well written, fic I’ve read! Catra brings home the only survivors from a tragedy her and Scorpia stumbled upon, but one thing Adora doesn’t expect is for them to be children. The,, emotions in this are so raw and powerful. Even though they obviously have these new little people in their life though, their problems don’t just go away, they still have their own issues, and have to deal with them while looking after these kids. In general they handle mental health so well, and Shadow Weavers lasting effect on Catra SHOWS and it shows hard. Honestly, it made me want to cry at some parts and the ending was EVERYTHING, so reAd IT.

6. baby, i'm a house on fire (and i wanna keep burning) by wittchers 7000+

@huremsultan

[Medival AU]

A really fun fic to read, with a very original premise: after the Horde defeats the kingdom Bright Moon, Hordak is crowned, Queen Angella was killed, and Princess Glimmer is missing, which leaves Lady Adora forced into an arranged marriage with Lord Catra, to keep her people happy. Obviously, being an arranged marriage, with her enemy, she ain’t too happy about it, nor is Catra. But they have to put up with it, and each other. Honestly, like the development of their relationships is sooo good, and there is the perfect balance e of angst and fluff (if you can call it that?) so don’t worry it won’t kill you! Like ahh, the emotions in this - so well described with so little words. And the ending is great, in general it’s great!

7. Adora Casts: Zone of Truth by Hemogobbler 2000+ words

@hemogobbler69

[Canon Universe][T]

Literally just 2000 words of utter cuteness and hilarious dialogue haha. Premise - Catra has just defected recently, and is still warming up to Adora, is still slightly shut off from her. So, to try remedy this, she gets a truth serum from Madame Razz, and slips it into their food, leading to them talking honestly about their feelings for the first time in a while. I just love it so much because I feel like this is genuinely something Adora would do, and also something I’d probably do in her situation - Catra opening up is a rare occurrence! Also, as I said, their are some really funny, laugh out loud moments, which out of context are so weird, yet somehow manage to make a lot of sense. Anyway, if you just had a bad day, I think this fic would definitely lift your spirits.

8. bloom by kimah 4000+ words

Twitter: whitehotmoons

[Modern AU][G]

A post break up fan fic where Catra's therapist suggests Catra write down her feelings, which leads her to write the things she hates about Adora, and their interactions they've had since their break up. The way it's written is so... angsty but like, not? I'm bad at this. Literally, reading this I really felt Catra's pain, and I just wanted to give her a hug at times. Adora too. The small details the author outs into the characters makes the characters all that more realisitic too, and I love it! Seriously though, the angst, will, get, you.

9. I do adore by thankskelley 6000+ words

Twitter: cosmicsporks

[Modern AU][G]

A Catradora fake dating AU. Is there anything more you need in life? Catra and Adora are are roomates, and one day, Adora bursts in, saying she finally came out to her parents, and also that her parent had assumed they are dating... leading her to ask if Catra could pretend to be her girlfriend for while. What could possibly go wrong? Hmm?? I've always loved the whole fake dating premise (to all the boyss) and with characters like Adora and Catra, (especially Catra like she is a TEASE) I always thought it'd be great. Who doesn't love oblivious gays? Their dynamic in this is also great, especially all the flirting and teasing. BUT, of course, it also a bit angsty too. I can promise you you'll love it!

10. Chocolate and Roses vs. Heartache by Trashibesensei 9000+ words

[High School AU][T]

Another high school AU...I know I have a problem leave me alone. This time, if you couldn’t tell by the title, there’s some heartache involved, because: this Valentines Day, Adora doesn’t spend it with her best friend (now ex bestie) Catra. Even despite her popularity that she now has due to being the star player of Bright Moon’s soccer team, she can’t shake of how much she yearns for her old friend. Somehow, even with all the angst, it is still sO fucking FUNNY, the way Mermista was written was great, and she had some of THE best lines. But yeah, it’s so pure and just - Catra needs a hug, Adora needs a hug, they need to hug EACH other tbh! It had a very nice and hopeful message, and also kinda surprised me with the end.

11. someone you like by caela 5000+ words

[High School AU][T]

As a gen z, or x, or whatever the fuck I am, I always appreciate a fic where the characters say stupid shit over Instagram to their crushes which results it getting a date to prom. Although I can assure you that would never happen to me. But this So FUCKING cute and funny so READ.

12. this is what it's like when we collide (this is how you bring me back to life) by azul (7daysoftorture) 5000+ words

@bluelipgloss

[Canon Universe][G]

This galaxy brain fic is amazing and that’s ThE TEA. Catra gets a wish stone from Hordak and we all knowww, WHO she (subconsciously) craves - Adora, which obviously leads to hell breaking loose, because, disaster gays. Anyway read this it’s great and made me feel forget about the cruel world we live in.

13. Five Times Catra was a Cat and One Time the Cat was Catra by sunscreams 2400+ words

@catradoramma

[Canon Universe][T]

A BELLE, well written 5 + 1 which is just pure fluff (some hurt/comfort too) and Catra being Catra (so a loveable pain in the ass) after joining Adora in Bright Moon.

14. Vital Signs by SereneKarma 2000+ words

@serene-karma

[Modern AU][G]

Like a dumbass Catra breaks her leg and gets put in hospital, but hey - it’s okay as long as she’s got a cute nurse to look after her! It’s pretty funny just based on the concept alone so read ThIs BiSh.

15. You put the cracks into my moral code by Littleamethystc 3000+ words

@littleamethystc

[Gang AU][T]

Catra is a hotshot mafia member, Glimmer and Bow are the PoPo, and Adora is underestimated as HELL. It’s also pretty funny, like the whole concept is just perfect, so check it out!

16. The Best Gift I Could Ever Ask For by blueninjasharpshooter 1500+ words

[Modern AU][G]

Just a short n sweet fic of Adora celebrating her birthday which she forgot, and also Adora has a pocket knife in her boot, which is so accurate lmaooo. As well as having the most accurate character portrayals, AWWWWwwwww, was my reaction to the end of this fic, so read it to find out wHY.

17. but i still don’t wish death on ‘em (i just reflect on ‘em) by ayushi_writes 1500+ words

@ayushipop

[Canon Universe][G]

(Post S1) A year after the battle of Bright Moon, Adora and Catra are standing on a cliff, and Catra finally has a chance to end it all. But WilL she?!?! Let’s just say, Catradora are the queens of promises.

18. Whiskey and Eggnog by briony8969 3500+ words

@briony8969

[Modern Christmas AU][G]

A cute Christmas fic where a nervous Adora goes home for the first time in months with her new friends from college, scared of what they’ll think but more scared of a certain SOMEONE she hasn’t spoken to in months. So basically: sexual tension gAlore.

19. She's a Regular by BaronVonChop 1500+ words

@baronvonchop

[Coffee Shop AU][G]

Adora is gay. Catra is gay. Catra works at a coffee shop (badly), and Adora goes to said coffee shop soo much, that it gets on her friends nerves, coz she very obviously likes to flirt with a Catra. It’s funny too. That’s it. That’s the fic and I love it.

20. Hand in Hand, We Make Our Way to The End by thethirdphiladelphiavireo 6500+ words

[Canon Universe - Soulmate AU][T]

Catra and Adora figure out they are soulmates after years of not knowing what it meant, but OBVIOUSLY, cannot communicate like mature humans, because - same.

21. How Do You Tell A Girl You Really Like Her Eyes? by Gay_Panic 1000+ words

[Canon Universe][T]

(Pre Canon)Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, a very gay, very wholesome, very nice first kiss fic. They are very gay for each other in this one, they don’t even care if KYLE catches them kissing.

22. Tender Moments by yesimgay 1500+ words

[Canon Universe][G]

(Post-war) Catra still feels guilty about everything she did to Adora in the past, so instead of sleeping at the foot of the bed as usual , she decides to sleep next to Adora...So there’s fluff, lots of fluff, and it is very tender.

23. Perfectly intertwined by dragonesdepapel 2000+ words

[Canon Universe][G]

On Catra’s first official day in Bright Moon, Adora drags her to a festival and they do cute things and it’s cute, and you should defo read it.

24. a girl without freckles is like a sky without stars by dear_universe 900+ words

@catralovesgirls

[Canon Universe][G]

More bed sharing because I CANNOT help myself, I love fics like these! Catra can’t sleep without Adora on her first night at the rebellion, so, she knocks on Adora’s door and things go from there.

25. Something to remember you by by DBsean 3000+ words

[Canon Universe][G]

Adora sneaks back into the fright zone in attempt to retrieve something, when Catra catches her. It’s cute af. Despite the circumstances.

26. Skiffs & Ships by mysteryinc 900+ words

[Canon Universe][G]

(Pre-show) Just two gals being pals who missed each other a fuck ton while on separate missions. It’s pretty cute.

27. Starstruck by InvisiblePinkToast 2500+ words

@invisible-pink-toast

[Canon Universe][G]

(Pre-show) A lil bit of angst, and nightmares, and a little bit of fluff, Stargazing and bed sharing - what more could you need?

28. a truth so loud you can't ignore by adverbialstarlight 2500+ words

@adverbialstarlight

[High School AU][T]

Catra ignores the growing feelings she has for her best friend, until the truth is so loud she can’t ignore it (see what I did there?) But for real tho this fic really gave me angst that hurt my soul then fluff that healed it, so we StAN.

29. Horde kids are just Like That by gerti 1500+ words

[Canon Universe][T]

(Canon Divergence) What would happen if when Adora defected the Horde, her and Catra where still girlfriends? Read this to find out because it’s FUCKING hilarious lmaoooo, like it’s so absurd but somehow still makes perfect sense.

30. The First Step by oldmountainsoul 2900+ words

[Canon Universe][T]

(Post S1) Apologies which end in getting shoved out off trees are now exclusively for the Catradora fandom only.

31. (You’re My) Haven by giraffewrites 400+ words

@giraffewrites

[Canon Universe - Pre Canon][G]

(Pre-Canon) Adora only kisses Catra when she thinks she’s asleep, but my girl Catra ain’t playing no more so one night she just goes in for the KILL, Aka, cute dorks just being cute dorks.

32. Beyond the Screen by SereneKarma 5000+ words

@serene-karma

[Youtuber AU][G]

If you can't tell I really like YouTuber AU's. Catra being the angsty gal she is starts a YouTube channel to rant about her old best friend who practically vanished when she was 15, and her viewers (who definitely have no life) end up finding her.

33. come on, sugar, don't you leave early by thesqian 1500+ words

Twitter: @crnkgmeplys

[Modern AU][G]

Two gays at a gay wedding, who clearly have some shit going on, but it’s okay because gay weddings always bring gays together. I said gay a lot in that sentence. Read the fic, it’s short n sweet and cute, so you can’t go wrong!

34. but we could never stay away (from each other) by adorassword 1500+ words

[Canon Universe][T]

Catra and Adora have a nice, not so nice chit chat on Adora’s balcony late at night, - these two need LOVE, and I needed a hug after reading this coz damn. Damn.

35. bad ideas by ranpoandpoe 1000+ words

[University AU][T]

How we all wish thinking about your crush at 2am would go. That’s the only context I’m giving, so READ IT.

Also, here are some of my fav one shots I’ve written:

Two Sides Of The Same Coin 1000+ words

[Gang AU][T]

If I was perfect 2500+ words

[Modern AU][T]

And check out my Catradora week series, however my fav is:

damn you, unrequited love 7000+ words

[Modern/Sixth Form AU][T]

Here are some more series packed with fics that I’ve really enjoyed too!

Catradora Oneshots by clicheusername5678 @hey-adora

Catradora Tumblr Prompts BY sunscreams @catradoramma

if I grind my teeth at night, would you hear it? By poetroe

in the bottom of a coffee cup + pieces by inkwelled (their stuff is great)

Twitter: adorascatrq

Anyway, I hope you guys appreciate this, it took quite a while lol. I had a lot of fun making it, and I hope you check out some of the fics on the list (maybe all if you're a crazy mf)

Until next time (:

#micah n spop #spop #she-ra #she ra and the princesses of power #catradora #fic recs #micahs fic recs #micahs recs #adora #catra #spop catra #spop adora #fan fics #she ra netflix #i ship

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trashmagines · 6 years ago

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A Hard Place: Dick Grayson x Female!Mutant!Reader

Request: Hi honey :) Can I request a Dick Grayson imagine where the reader is his girlfriend but went missing years ago. Dick is looking for her everywhere thats why he ends up in Detroit. And he finds her in the asylum where she was held captive and he takes her back to the Safe House & things get weird because he still loves her & wants to be with her but kory has this thing for him?? It would Be awesome if you could do this. Thank you so much. I am a sucker for dick grayson 🙈

TrAshy Says: I too am a slut, I mean sucker for Dick Grayson (thanks to y’all. I wasn’t really into him at first but then the fanfic got me lmaooooo). Reader is telepathic. Also this is like, sort of disjointed (y’all will see what I mean) but I’m kind of okay with it???

Warnings: Non-descript abuse, swearing

Dick had found himself in a lot of various difficult situations over the years, but this was by far the worst. He hadn’t been thinking clearly when he brought you back to the safe house, he just knew he needed to help you in any way he could.

“Who is she?” Kory had asked when he’d emerged from the elevator with you unconscious in his arms. “A friend.” “Hmm.”

You were so much more than that. You were his ex-girlfriend; the woman he’d let slip away because he’d been afraid of you getting hurt due to his carelessness. You’d met one dreary night in Gotham. Dick had been out fighting crime as Robin, so when he heard your terrified scream from a nearby alleyway, he’d dropped from the sky and fought off your would-be attacker. If he believed in love at first sight, that’s the feeling he’d say he experienced when he got a real look at you. Even in your clearly disheveled state, you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He confirmed that you were okay and disappeared as quickly as he’d come, but he’d made sure you’d made it home safely by watching from the rooftops.

Several weeks after the incident, Dick still couldn’t get you off of his mind. He hadn’t gotten your name, but he clearly remembered what you looked like. With those details and the massive database in the Batcomputer, he was able to find you. He didn’t think of himself as the stalker type, so he reasoned that he just needed to have one conversation with you, as Dick instead of Robin, and he’d be able to get over you.

Oh how wrong he was.

One conversation had turned into many, then he started meeting you for coffee or dessert, until finally you were going on dates that weren’t called dates. He hadn’t wanted to admit that he’d fallen for you, but you weren’t the type to be strung along. You asked him what your relationship was, and after fumbling over his words, he confessed that he was basically in love with you at this point. Your relationship flourished from there, the both of you moving rather quickly. He moved in with you, a dynamic you both rapidly acclimated to. He showed you how much he loved you constantly, and you did the same; if there ever was a ‘perfect’ relationship, you guys had it.

Dick had been accepting when you told him about your ability. Truth be told, he’d seen some crazy stuff and he’d always wondered how you seemed to know what he was thinking at all times. Unfortunately, he never told you about his vigilante life. You wondered where he went at night and why he had new bruises on his body every few days. You consistently voiced your suspicions but he would shut them down and tell you not to worry about it. He didn’t want you to know because your knowledge would make you a target for his enemies. He could never tell you that though, and this secret had eventually led to the end of your relationship. He thought he was doing the right thing by leaving before you got too close to figuring out who he was, but it destroyed both of you.

Though you were no longer together, Dick used his connections to still keep tabs on you and make sure you were doing well for yourself. When you went missing, he was distraught and finding you became his number one priority. Years passed and he’d only been met with dry leads and dead ends thus far. You were always a constant thought in the recesses of his mind, and now on top of that he had a rag tag group of super-human people in tow that he felt responsible for.

He thought he could have something with Kory. They were attracted to each other and she made him address aspects of himself that he’d rather not talk about. He never thought that finding you would bring back those old feelings ten-fold, that holding you in his arms again would make him fall right back in love with you. But, here he was, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

You woke up afraid in unfamiliar surroundings, and your screaming caused everyone to rush to you. When your eyes settled on Dick, you gasped, unsure if this was just your mind playing tricks on you as it had so many times before.

“Y/N?”

Your name said in that familiar voice is all it takes for you to break down. You’re out of that horrible place. You’re free.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom after Dick informs you that there’s a fresh change of clothes in there waiting. When you’re out of ear-shot, Rachel speaks up, her voice shaky at the flashes she’d seen of your time spent at the asylum.

“I didn’t even have to touch her. She’s been through a lot. Like, a lot.”

Days pass, and you quickly get acquainted with Rachel, Kory, and Gar. The testing you were put through while captive has disrupted your abilities, so now you hear other’s thoughts constantly. You know about everyone’s unvoiced concerns, their hidden secrets, and most interestingly, Dick’s relationship with Kory. You try to convince yourself that you’re happy he’s moved on, but in truth you’re saddened that you lost the only man you ever loved.

That is, until you hear Dick’s thoughts.

They’re all about you. Sometimes his mind is replaying memories of your old life together, sometimes it’s flooded with new worries about your well-being, and more often than not his thoughts contain an underlying tone of regret and guilt.

He approaches you one morning when you’re making breakfast and asks how you’re adjusting. Until now you haven’t been able to get a moment alone with him, so you take the opportunity and run with it.

“You still love me.”

Dick freezes for just a second before taking a slow sip of his coffee.

“Yeah.”

Silence.

“I still love you too, you know. I never stopped, but you wouldn’t... You were keeping secrets from me and I couldn’t stand the sneaking around and the constant lies. You should have just told me, Dick.” “I wanted to. God, I wanted to. I thought I was protecting you by keeping you in the dark, but then you went missing and... I could have protected you if I’d stayed, Y/N. I should have been there.” “You need to stop blaming yourself. I wasn’t taken because of you; it was because of my ability. Someone found out what I could do, and even thought it’s not that spectacular, they went after me anyway. I was kidnapped on a regular day in broad daylight; I don’t think you could have protected me from that.”

Your admission stings a bit, and Dick doesn’t respond. He has, however, inched closer to you as the conversation has progressed, and now all he can think about is hugging you and never letting you go. You want nothing more than for him to do that, but approaching footsteps cause you to walk away from him and Kory rounds the corner as you start setting the table.

Kory prides herself on being observant, so she doesn’t miss the way Dick looks at you, or his tone of voice when he’s speaking to you directly. She notices that he’s softer with you, more open than he has been with the rest of the team, and although she feels a little played, she already understands that her relationship with Dick can’t come close to whatever is going on between you two.

“So, how long have you been in love with her?”

Kory is sitting on Dick’s bed; she moved into her own room they day he’d brought you back. Dick’s eyes go wide at the sudden inquiry, which admittedly sounds more like a statement than a question.

“I don’t need to be a mind reader to know that there’s something there.”

Dick sighs and explains the history between you two; how you met, how he fucked up, how he never gave up the search for you. By the time he’s done, Kory’s sporting a small smile; this is a love story if she’s ever heard one.

“I’m sorry, Kory. I wasn’t leading you on, I swear! It’s just that...well-” “You never stopped loving her. I feel like normally, even though I don’t much about who I am, I’d probably fight to get you to stay with me. But, in this case, I see how happy she makes you. You deserve that, Dick Grayson.”

Weeks fly by, and although there’s a new dynamic in the safe house, everyone has adjusted well. Rachel and Gar noticed the difference between Dick and Kory’s interactions immediately, but neither of them spoke about it because it didn’t cause any problems or awkwardness between the group. You’re also getting closer to your version of normalcy every day, but nights are still the worst.

You jolt upright, your heart hammering out of your chest and sweat dripping from your brow. You look to your left and meet Dick’s anxious gaze, all but collapsing into his welcoming arms. Sobs shake your entire body as memories of what happened to you replay in your head; the only thing grounding you is Dick’s presence. He lies back when you stop crying, taking you with him and holding you as close as humanly possible.

“Do you want to talk about it?” his question cuts through the darkness. “No.” you reply, your voice hoarse.

You listen to Dick’s heartbeat and steady your breathing, but you won’t be able to go back to sleep tonight. You know it will take time for you to truly heal, and you’ll never forget what you went through, but as you lazily trace patterns in Dick’s side, you take solace in the fact that you won’t have to go it alone.

#Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson x reader #Titans #DC's Titans

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ausp-ice · 5 years ago

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So, I've started an RP with @the-valiant-valkyrie in the DST Superpowers AU - working title is Apparitions, though that may change.

@tinkering-survivor joined in later but that's later and some others are in the docket for joining later scenes as well

ANYWAYS, we've decided to post the log publicly, scene by scene! I'll probably try to make companion art for each one. Here's the first one! It may be a little disjointed at times, since this is an RP.

Rest in peace, formatting. Copypasta does nothing for you, and neither does my laziness.

Apparitions, Scene 1: First Encounter Words: 2166 Featuring: Wren/Incisura (Mine), Wenzel/Raffle ( @the-valiant-valkyrie ) Archive | 1 2 3 4 5 6

Incisura stood balanced on the edge of a building, breathing in the cold night air. Their gaze was fixed on a point in the distance. A point at which the flashes of clashing powers disturbed the night - yet another conflict between the heroes and villains.

It would be hard not to notice. Little fits and fights like this were always rather... Loud. Bright, and colorful- it would be quite the interesting display if it wasn't a hazard to any bystanders.

They leapt from the edge, dark tendrils extending from their body to break their landing in a dark alleyway.

A shame something so hazardous was... Such a beacon to curious sorts... It screamed danger, yet how could one help but examine it...

Incisura started, looking to and fro. They weren't alone here. Someone else was this close to the battle? Not running like many others would, as well.

The wind blew through Raffle's hair as he sat on the roof, eyeing down the chaos a little below him... He really shouldn't have been here... Hell'd be unearthed if anyone knew... But he simply couldn't quite help his young curiosity.

Incisura looked up at building near the one they just left, squinting to see a vague shape on the roof. Curious. Dark tendrils extended from them again, and they scaled the building of the onlooker.

He didn't quite seem to notice right away, far too busy with trying to find the best angle to examine the chaos unfurl down below

They reached the roof, silently approaching the person, but stopping a few feet away. "What are you doing here?" Their voice cut through the air like a blade, clear despite the noise of the battle.

It startled him. Clearly. He jumped in surprise, twisting in an instant, automatically tossing his hood over his head, which did only little good in concealing his face. The kid couldn't have been any older than nineteen or so.

Icy eyes peered at him from behind a gleaming white mask. The contrasting black and white of their cloak flowed in the breeze as they tilted their head. "You seem rather young. A hero in the making? A villain finding a purpose? Though I must say, that, well, hmm. Your... costume isn't doing much to conceal your identity."

"It's fine..." He muttered under his breath, only pulling it up further without quite realizing his doing so,

"Neither of us should be here, anyways- but you're not really hiding yourself, either."

They seemed to look a little sheepish. "Well. My face isn't revealed, at least. Though the 'flashiness'... It's a worthy sacrifice for style. I just can't help myself." They approached the edge of the roof near him, acting as though their conversation partner did not look as though he was about to bolt. They looked once more to the battle. "Regardless. Should, should not. All subjective. Everything people do is for a reason, one way or another. I am simply here to watch. And perhaps lend a hand, if that time comes."

He glanced as they moved, silently tracking their movements as he wondered what to make of the stranger. He hadn't met one willing to stay so close to a battle without being a part of it before. Wenzel wasn't sure what to make of it,

"... Well, that makes two of us, then... I guess..."

Their eyes flicked to him, curiosity sparking within their eyes. "Oh? Interesting." They turned to face him, extending a hand. It seemed to be covered in some sort of black material, with claws attached to the tip of their fingers. "Call me Incisura. I suspect we'll see more of each other in the future."

He stared at the extended hand a moment, scrutinizing it as though as soon as he went to touch it the thing would lunge out and bite him. It took a while for Wenzel to deem it apparently safe, shaking it with the same hesitation,

"... Raffle..."

As they pulled their hand back, a powerful explosion shook the building. A mild screaming grew in volume until one of the participants in the battle crashed on their roof, cracks spiderwebbing from her form. She rolled over, spotting the two clearly-not-suspicious people on the roof. "Ah." Incisura froze. "It seems we're about to become involved."

Wenzel was paralyzed- glued to the spot. He should get out of there. He should really get out of there. If he got tangled up in some superhero mess, and Mr Robert found out he couldn't imagine how chewed out his ear would be by the end of it.

But he couldn't move. He'd never been so close before. Wenzel hadn't a plan for if something like this were to happen.

He glanced up at the stranger, and then down to the super on the ground.

A wind rushed past them as another one joined them on the roof, ice crackling from her hands as she landed before the one from before. "It's the end. You can't escape-" It was then that she noticed the Incisura and Raffle, who still haven't moved from the edge.

The unknown hero used this beat to their advantage, pushing themselves from the ground and attempting a charge. The faster one could get the confrontation from off the roof, the safer the bystanders would be.

The villain laughed and froze the floor of the roof, attempting to freeze everything on its surface. Incisura at last moved, leaping from the floor to hang from the building's water tower.

They were frozen to the spot almost instantly- and so was Wenzel for that matter, who hadn’t the sense in that head of his to move in time. Her eyes flickered to her weapon a few feet away, and the bystanders a few feet away on her other side, finally landing on her foe... This would have been much easier without any interference

"Oh, you make this too, too easy." In a flash, they stood behind Raffle, hovering a hand over his chest. "I can end his life in an instant. Just one blade, cleanly through the middle. Surrender, Saber, and perhaps I'll let both of you live." Incisura, hand frozen to the tower, gripped the cold metal tightly. Should they make their move now...?

He couldn’t breathe. Could barely move. His pulse drummed astronomically loud in his throat, and his body felt cold (for reasons other than the fact there was ice covering the floor, and his feet were frozen to the spot). His eyes flickered to get the faintest glimpse of who would probably be his murderer. Oh, jeez, if Mr Robert found him dead in the papers, he’d be pissed.

“Cut the act. We both know that boy’s worthless to me. Do you know him? Should I? Go ahead and waste the energy, see where it gets you...”

A grin like gash spread across her face. "Do you really think that? The PR will be terrible. The name of Winter will be across the headlines, and so will yours! But, if you say so..." the cold gathered in her hands, frost crackling ominously.

The sound of shattering breached the air, a dark red tendril rushing to push Raffle out of the way just as the icicle burst into existence-

He gasped in relief- or tried to, in between fumbling to the ground. It was long enough a pause for Saber to worm her feet in the icy turf, breaking herself lose and automatically leaping a few feet away, back into a prepared stance.

Raffle was shaking like a leaf.

Winter hissed, irritated at the interference. Incisura stood between them all, red globules of liquid floating around them ominously. "That's quite enough, isn't it?" They pulled down the cloth covering the bottom half of their face, just as the liquid sharpened and shot towards both Winter and Saber, aiming to draw just the smallest bit of blood...

The redhead eyed the things with something along the lines of intrigue, but dashed out of their line of range, before it found any place to strike. No chance she was going to let yet another person strike her when she was already in her own battle.

The strike at Winter proved true, however, piercing Winter's shoulder. It quickly retracted. Incisura narrowed their eyes. Well, one should be enough. They lifted their hand to 'carry' the droplet to their mouth, concealing their consumption of the blood. Winter instantly gasped, coughing out blood and dropping to the ground, clutching her chest. Incisura turned to Saber. "She'll live. Perhaps." They approached Raffle, still trembling on the ground. "Raffle? Raffle, were you hit?" They spoke under their breath.

Saber glanced, almost concerned at the state of the villain before her, but wasted no time retrieving her spear and taking it to her adversary, willing to grasp for any semblance of an upper hand.

Raffle was still shaking, a hand reaching to touch to his shoulder, feeling the warmth of blood finally starting to thaw the... Chill of the wound,

"It hurts..." He muttered gently, at too much of a loss for anything better to say, "It hurts..."

"Ah, shoots." They threw a quick glance over their shoulder, before looking back at Raffle and gently applying pressure to the wound. "I can help you. Do you trust me? I know we've only met, but... yours is not a life that should be lost, I feel."

"Please if you can help then do it-" He gritted, quickly, "I think there's something still stuck in there- I can't move it-"

"Very well," they whispered, before running their bloodstained hand across their tongue. The blood around them seemed to peel off the ground, and the bleeding slowed. "Sorry about this. I can't have anyone nearby while I'm.... ...." They used their tendrils to lift Raffle and leap into the darkness to find a hiding place, careful not to jostle the wound but unavoidably doing so.

He didn't seem to notice much aside from getting picked up. He winced every so often when he was carried around a little too carelessly, one hand gripping to his wound. Goodness, how was he gonna explain this one, then.

They eventually found a rooftop concealed in shadows, and Incisura put him down as gently as they could. "Now, hold still." They closed their eyes, and reached for the energy of his blood, using it to slowly dislodge the ice within and reconstruct his wound. The sounds of the world dropped away, all of their mind focused on the boy before them.

He continued to pant every so often, wincing on occasion, but didn't dare move. He hadn't a clue what this stranger was doing, but didn't doubt that any twitch might cause some serious complications. Wasn't that always the case with magic.

A limb formed from blood seemed to extract the remaining ice, and before long, all the remained of the wound was a faint scar with a faint ache - all the blood gathered and returned to his body. They let out a heavy breath, slipping to their knees before him.

"W... Wow..." Raffle tenatively tapped where the wound was a couple of times, "That's pretty neat, str-" His delayed sense of perceptiveness finally kicked in, and he stared as Incisura simply... Went down like that.

"You alright? Oh god- don't... Like, die, or anything-"

A long moment passed before they answered. "I'm..... fine. It's difficult to reconstruct wounds. Easier to inflict them or prevent them from getting worse. And I haven't... really done it in a while." They laughed a little breathlessly, waving a hand haphazardly. "I'm sure someone your age has somewhere to go, don't you? I'll be fiiiine." Their speech seemed a little slurred, and their eyelids were drooping, as if they were about to fall unconscious on the spot.

"You... You sure...?" He did have places to be, it was true... Though it also seemed the stranger was in no condition to be left there,

"You... You'd be fine there on the floor if I just went...?"

"Absoluuuutely. Let me just. Lie down. For a moment." They proceeded to plonk onto the cold stone.

He stared at them.

"I... I don't think you're alright... But I also really have to go, so..." He gave an uncomfortable thumbs up, "Thank you, for that... That was real neat of you to save my life like that-"

"..." They stared at the sky. "I did what I felt was right. That's the only thing you can be sure of, in a world like this. And... I think we'll see each other again. Some company on lonely evenings is... nice..." They closed their eyes.

He stared at them for a little while, debating whether or not to move... Their eyes were closed, though even so the pale hue that radiated off of him was rather bright, even through the barrier of one's eyelids. A little luck could only do the fellow so good.

He didn’t stick around afterward, disappearing into the early eve.

#don't starve #super au #story #writing #rp #rp log #apparitions #my art #wren curtis #wenzel #incisura #raffle

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arkus-rhapsode · 6 years ago

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Team Bakugou vs Team Tokage Rewrite

What? A Rhapsode fight rewrite? Yep, I wanted to do this after reading the Bakugou vs Tokage chapter and being less than impressed with that fight. Now I do wanna keep the spirit of it, but I’m going to be altering it.

Now this takes place after Bakugou rescues Jirou because to be honest everything up to that point I think was perfect. And without further ado, lets dive in.

Thoughts

Special powers

Bakugou: *Blocking Kamakiri from striking Jirou*

Kamakiri: What?!

Bakugou: You got quick reflexes for a bug, dontcha?

Kamakiri: I gotta retreat like Setsuna said!

Jirou: Bakugou, you...

Bakugou: SHUT UP AND GRAB HIM!

Sato: Right! *Goes to grab Kamakiri, but he jumps back and runs away with Bondo*

Sato: They got away!

Jirou: You... Saved me...

Bakugou: Course I did! We’re a team, and I’m going to be damned if I let a single one of you get captured!

Sero: That’s a surprise...

*cut away*

Tokage: Did Bakugou go and protect someone? He didn’t seem like that kind of person during the sports festival and train camp... No matter, I gotta put faith in this strategy, we have to wear class 1-A down and pick them off. Come on, guys, I know you can do this!

*cut away*

Kamakiri: Huh, I wasn’t expecting that! Thought I could’ve picked off that earphone girl like she was nothin’!

Bondo: I’m-I’m sorry if I did bad...

Kamakiri: Don’t start cryin’ on me! We just gotta wear them out like Setsuna said!

Bondo: O-okay...

Kamakiri: You say here and get ready for another ambush, I’ll tell Yosetsu about this!

*cut away*

Monoma: How?! How did he change his character so quickly?!

Kirishima: Never underestimate Bakugou!

Kaminari: That dude will keep improving himself in anyway to become the next Number 1 Hero!

Monoma: Well... Setsuna is not to be underestimated! Plus, they couldn’t even catch Kamakiri or Bondo! So we’ll see who folds first.

*cut back*

Team Bakugou: *running in hot pursuit of Kamakiri and Bondo*

Sero: Hey, Bakugou! You sure these things you gave us will work?

Bakugou: Huh? I spent so much time on those that there’s no way a shit like you could mess them up!

Sato: Well, mind if I ask what this new attitude is all about?

Bakugou: Do I have to explain this?! Fuck! Look its simple, if you’re in trouble I’m going to save you shits! And if I’m in trouble then you shits can save me!

Jirou: Guys, I heard something!

*Tokage’s body parts begin to wriggle away under them*

Bakugou: That lizard bitch must be underestimating me! *fires himself into the air*

Awase: *appears from behind a pillar and pops opens his bag*

*cuts away*

Deku: He hid his presence so well!

*cuts back*

Awase: Construction-Done-Kwik: Weldcraft! *Quickly uses multiple interconnecting metal logs to bind Bakugou up*

*flash back*

Kamakiri: And that’s the short of it!

Awase: No way!

Kamakiri: Setsuna said to make it back to her and protect her from where she activated her quirk. So you and Bondo take them out when they get in close!

*back to the present*

Awase: Looks like you’re not going to be using your explosions anymore!

Sato: LET HIM GO!

*As Sato reaches for his utility belt for his sugar, Bondo from up on a higher girder launches a rain of glue on Sato, sticking him in place*

Bondo: I got them! A-a-again...

Awase: Good work, Bondo! *Opens up his bag and with the remaining metal logs, he makes a bo staff* In a one-on-one fight, I’m nothing against a power quirk user like Sato or Bakugou, but now that they’re gone... TIME TO END THIS!

*Awase charges at Jirou and Sero and strikes Sero in his helmet and then the side of his abdomen knocking him down*

Jirou: *Extends her Jacks and tries to whip Awase*

Awase: *blocks Jirou’s jacks with his make shift bo staff*

Jirou: He’s got good all-around use of melee weapons like Momo...

*Awase lunges forward with his bo staff, but Jirou manages to cock her head to the right and dodge to end of the the bo staff*

Jirou: Got him! *Extending her right earphone jack, she is able to strike off Awase’s bag from his belt*

Awase: *Still capabilities on Jirou’s moment of openness and swings around his bo staff to strike Jirou’s right side of her face*

Jirou: *Reels back*

Awase: *Splits his bo staff in half by un-welding the center and using the two halfs he’s made, brings the ends of the halves to his shoulder pads and welds them together. Resulting in two staves with sharp ends to strike with* Don’t underestimate me, my whole costume is my support tool!

Jirou: Annoying... *Begins to charge at Awase*

Bakugou: LOOK OUT, DUMBASS!

Jirou: *Jumps out of the way as Bondo launches another glue rain*

Bondo: Aww... I missed...

*Jirou barely has time to to react as Awase goes back on the offensive and starts thrusting his sharp-ended staves at Jirou’s face. Jirou manages to dodge each and whip Awase with one her jacks.*

Awase: *Staggers back slightly from the strike*

Jirou: *Uses her second jack to bind Awase’s left arm by wrapping around it and gets in close to disarm his right hand.*

Awase: *As Jirou goes to grabs his arm, he uses his right arm to elbow Jirou in the face, braking free of her binding and jumping back for distance*

*Cut away*

Vlad: Looks like we got ourselves a good ol’ fashioned hero brawl! While Class 1-A shows good skill, her little earlobes aren’t going to be enough against the fully armed Awase!

Mina: Just you wait, those little earlobes will be spanking that welder boy’s behind!

*Cut back*

Awase: HAAA! *lifts both his staves above his head and brings them down on Jirou*

Jirou: *Tries to block both with her forearms and her jacks, and while able to hold them off, can feel the pressure of them pushing down on her*

Awase: Looks like I’ll e taking you to jail! Huh-?! *Arms begin to be pulled back as he starts lifting his staves away from Jirou*

*Awase looks behind his to see Sero having started pulling him backwards after recovering from his attack*

Awase: *Lets go of his weapons as Jirou readies to whip him again and he jumps away from them*

Sero: *throws away Awase’s staves and rushes at him, looking like he’s winding up for a punch* Time to turn the tide!

Awase: No problem, I’ll just turn my armor in a face plate! *welds the center piece of his armor to his face* Just try and break through this!

Sero: *Does not actually punch to armor, rather reveals his wind up was a bluff as instead of punching, he shoots tape out at Awase and attaches it to his face plate* Jirou, little help?

Jirou: *smiles and wraps her Jacks around Awase from behind and hurls him*

Sero: *Utilizing the extra force, begins to spin Awase around* This is a lot easier with Uraraka’s gravity...

*Sero slams Awase face first into a girder, but Awase simply stands up and removes the face plate*

Awase: FELT NOTHING! *Looks to see two speakers on his left and right sides

Jirou: *Has her jacks plugged inside the speakers* Heartbeat Surround! *Fires off a large sound wave around Awase that blasts him in into unconsciousness with its sound*

Awase: Bluu... *collapses and Sero begins to start wrapping him up in tape*

Bondo: AHH! Awase?!

Jirou: *direct her speakers at Bakugou and Sato in Bondo’s glue and releases a strong enough sound wave to break them out without incapacitating them.*

Bakugou: It’s about damn time!

Sato: Good one, Jirou!

Sero: Bakugou, let me help you with Bondo!

Bakugou: FINALLY!

*Bakugou blast off into the air to the higher level where Bondo is*

Bondo: Glue Squall! *Fires a massive jet of glue at Bakugou, but misses as it seems Bakugou is actually pulling back in mid air to stay out off the glue’s reach* Wha?

Bakugou: *Has Sero’s tape attached to his back to pull him as he’s blasting himself through the air* Now your gonna get yours! *Forming his hand into a circle and places it on his other palm* AP SHOT: Auto-cannon!! *Rapidly fires out concentrated blasts of his explosion that head right for Bondo and his surrounding area*

Bondo: I-I know what to do! Super move, Glue Geyser! *Looks up toward the sky and begins to fire high pressured glue from his face. The glue’s reach is minimum, but the top of the geyser begins to form a hardened film on it*

*The geyser’s film protects bondo from the AP: shot*

*cut away*

Vlad: What a move! Cancelling out one super move with another, have you ever seen such ingenuity?

Mina: It’s not special! Besides, the more shots Bakugou does at ounce, the weaker they are! That glue isn’t special!

*cuts back*

Bondo: *jumps down from the higher field* Okay, so if Awase has been beaten, then I fall back and help Kamakiri and Tokage prepare for another ambush!

Sato: Did you forget about me!

Bondo: Glue Squall! *Fires another jet of glue, but Sato is pulled away by tape attached to his back* Not again!

Sero: Looks like I know how far your glue reach is!

Sato: *pulled towards a girder and kicks off the side of it to get close to Bondo* Let me show this off to you! *downs a container of sugar* Sugar Rush! *Releases a flurry of fists that strike Bondo repeatedly*

*cuts away*

Kirishima: Alright! Sato learned how to only take in sugar when he was in close enough so in his berserk mode he wouldn’t have a problem on who to strike because its so closed quarters!

Kaminari: Talk about not letting the power go to waste!

Monoma: Grrr...

*cuts back*

Bondo: *Lands battered and bruised on the field with a thud*

Sato: Phew... *catching breath* I’m going to take this guy back to the jail while I can, you guys go ahead!

Jirou: We’ll leave Awase here. Looks like he’s been beat.

Bakugou: *Landing back on the field* Alright, lets go!

Sero & Jirou: Right!

*cut away*

Tokage: Damn... Damn... I built this plan on Bakugou’s arrogance. He’d be to blinded by his own ego and would wear his team down for us. The hit and run style of fighting would be great for a disjointed team, but no, they’re in sync. And in a confrontation, one of us is not enough to handle all four. Except maybe...

Kamakiri: Hey, Setsuna! I’m back!

Tokage: Hey, Togaru.

Kamakiri: What’s up with the others?

Tokage: I think... I think we may have lost this one.

Kamakiri: What?! There’s no way!

Tokage: Our other teammates just went down and their following my part here, we’re probably gonna lose. *Nervous grin* Sorry I let you guys down, it was my strategy and I take full responsibility for our failure.*

Kamakiri: Failure?! We’re still in this! Are you throwin’ in the towel when the match isn’t even over! Your the awesome recommendation student, you should know what do do if your plan starts falling apart!

Tokage: Looks like he’s all riled up. Just get ready!

Kamakiri: Hmm?

Bakugou: Hey, bug...

Kamakiri: You’re gonna regret coming here, nitro ass...

*cut away*

Jirou: *tracking Tokage* Why Aren’t we helping Bakugou?

Sero: He said we gotta class 1-B high and low. He’s taking care of Kamakiri and we’ll have to find a way to get Tokage!

Jirou: Hm?

*Tokage’s body pieces soon fly out from under the two class 1-A kids and attack them*

Sero: Damn, they really are like mosquitoes! *quickly notices the pieces beginning to move away slightly*

*cut away*

Tokage: Looks like they weren’t ready for a split up!

*cut away*

*Kamakiri and Bakugou are trading blows, however it seems that no one has taken any damage*

Bakugou: *swings in, but is blocked by another blade growing out of Kamakiri*

*cut away*

Deku: Unbelievable... Kacchan’s explosions aren’t doing anything.

Kendou: That’s cause Kamakiri’s blades aren’t just sharp, but they’re incredibly durable! Seems bakugou knows this and has just been parrying Kamakiri’s attacks.

*cuts back*

Kamakiri: *thrusts forward, but Bakugou dodges and grabs that outstretched arm*

Bakugou: Let me take you for a ride! *Outstretch one hand and starts releasing blast of explosions, but they don’t seem to be moving.*

Kamakiri: Keh...! *Grows out blades from his biceps on his grabbed arm enough to puncture Bakugou’s hand and make him let go.* That won’t work on me! *Lifts up his leg to reveal he grew blades on the soles of his feet*

Bakugou: *dodges the kick quick enough to only get cut on the chin* So the bug has a few tricks...

Kamakiri: Tricks? HA! My blade are more than you can ever imagine, in a fight straight up brawl, I’m a demigod compared to you!

Bakugou: Oh yeah, we’ll see about that you shit! *Runs up to Kamakiri*

*Bakugou launches himself with his explosion to jump over Kamakiri. The while Above him He fires a Single AP Shot*

Kamakiri: *Crosses his blades to protect himself from the shot, but is pushed back by the sheer force so he quickly grows blades on his heels*

*Kamakiri then uncrosses his blades as Bakugou is running up to him.. Kamakiri quickly lifts his knee up and grow a blade from his knee cap to block Bakugou’s attack.*

Kamakiri: *Retracts his first blades on his arms and Grows new ones that are angled to skewer Bakugou.*

Bakugou: *launches himself back to avoid it, but finds his back against a girder.* Who the fuck put this here?!

Kamakiri: *Crosses his blades into a cross shape* No where to run! *Dashes towards Bakugou and then grows long horizontal blades on his feet that act similar to skates that help pick up more speed* Super Move, Sword Blitz Press!

*Bakugou readies himself as Kamakiri’s crossed blades collides into Bakugou and push him back. Bakugou manages to hold back some of it, but the attack crushes his back against the girder*

Kamakiri: *Returns his feet to normal* You don’t know what you got yourself into, Mr. first place at the sports festival! Everyone saw what you could do. What your power was! Don’t think for a second some of us haven’t figured out ways to surpass you!

Bakugou: I got news for you... *Opens up his palm that’s in his and Kamakiri’s face* That isn’t going to happen! I. Don’t. Lose! Zero-Distance Explosion!

*With a bright flash Kamakiri is blinded and pushed back with minor blast burns on his face, but so does Bakugou.*

Bakugou: *Grabs onto Kamakiri’s right fang* I made two mistakes when I grabbed you. I grabbed the wrong place and I didn’t put enough force behind that throw! Explode-A-Pult!

*Using his free hand, Bakugou releases a massive explosion that propels him in a spinning motion that once enough momentum is gained, lets go of Kamakiri and throws him into a nearby wall.*

Kamakiri: Gack!

*cut away*

Sato: *Ready to left the still unconscious Awase* Okay, Awase, I got you. No need to worry, I won’t drop you *Notices the strength of Bakugou’s Explode-A-Pult* Looks like They need some help. Nah, Bakugou doesn’t need- *remembers that Bakugou says that when he needs it, his teammates can save him to*

Sato: *Grabbing a sugar container off his belt* It was in that direction, yeah? *Downs the sugar and enter a sugar rush* Super Move Sugar Rush Express!

*Sato begins to run incredibly fast towards the battlefield*

*cut away*

Jirou: Some of those pieces are still crawling, but they seem to be retreating to- *struck by another Tokage piece*

Sero: This quirk... What we know Tokage can split it up into 50 pieces and manipulate them, but what if they have a limit? Can you focus on grabbing just one?

Jirou: Huh?

Sero: *Holding a grenade* I have a plan.

*cut away*

Bakugou: *looks at his stabbed arm* And stay down-Hm?!

Kamakiri: *starts lifting himself up* ...Gah ha.. *Rips off his cloak to reveal that he grew a ton of crossing blades on his back that acted as a shield when getting throwing into the wall* ...I told you... You can’t beat me in a straight up brawl... Exo-Sword!

*cut away*

Manga: Whoa whoa whoa! You see that Bakugou was all like, ‘BOOM BOOM,’ but Kaminari went ‘SHING!’ And is now all like, ‘you what mate?’

Tetsutetsu: I’d still say my durability is stronger.

*cuts back*

Kamakiri: *grows blades on his arms again* YAAAAA!

*They return to their previous exchange at the beginning of the fight with Bakugou only parrying, but with his cut arm, the excretion of the explosions is catching up and the pain is traveling up Bakugou’s arm.*

Kamakiri: Looks like our plan still worked! You’re all alone, and your damage is catching up with you!

Bakugou: Who said I was alone?

Kamakiri: *cocks an eyebrow*

Sato: *comes charging in and decks Kamakiri right in the face as he is occupied with Bakugou* Sugar Rush Express!

Kamakiri: *disoriented and knocked off balance*

Bakugou: Let me finish this! *Punches Kamakiri while he’s disoriented in a big boom that knocks Kamakiri to the ground*

Kamakiri: *on the ground* You... Can’t... Beat... Me...

Bakugou: We just did, bug...

*cut away*

Tokage: No no no no no. Not Togaru. But I almost have all my parts back, I cn hit them with a surprise attack when their all in one place and wake up Togaru and Yosetsu too.

Tokage: *looks down* And that’s the last of my parts

*on one of the piece appears to be a gernade stuck to it with tape*

Tokage: What?!

*Flashback*

Bakugou: Here, take these. *throws grenades* They aren’t to powerful, but they’ll work. *starts to run after Kamakiri and Bondo*

Team Bakugou: *All running in hot pursuit of Kamakiri and Bondo*

Sero: Hey, Bakugou! You sure these things you gave us will work?

Bakugou: Huh? I spent so much time on those that there’s no way a shit like you could mess them up!

*present*

Sero: This is just my theory, but I think Tokage’s ability isn’t inexhaustible. Afterall, its the same as Yaoyorozu. She need to replenish herself before she can use her quirk. So Tokage needs all the pieces back to her to activate her quirk in full again.

*small explosion happens*

Tokage: Close call! *notices Someone behind her*

Sero: So when we get her body part back to here, you use your Jack’s range to finally nail her down!

Jirou: *Throwing out her speakers* No where to run or split yourself up to! Heartbeat Surround!

Tokage: *Attacked by a massive sound wave that pelts against her*

*Cut Away*

Sato: Wow, this guy must’ve been good to leave that many scratches on you, Bakugou. *Kamakiri slingged over his shoulder*

Bakugou: Hmph...

Sato: And you let me help you take him down! Can’t believe how much you’ve changed, dude!

Bakugou: Changed?

Tokage: *On the ground, dazed by Jirou*

Bakugou: My goal is the same as its always been. To be the number1 hero, and nothing it holding me back!

End

#my hero academia #rhapsode rewrites #rhapsode fights #mha #bakugou katsuki #class 1-a #class 1-b #setsuna tokage #sero hanta #jirou kyoka #yosetsu awase #satou rikidou #kamakiri togaru #bondo kojiro #deku midoriya #monoma neito #vlad king

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diotesyus-blog · 6 years ago

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The Lightning Thief: Chapter 1: I Accidentally Vaporize my Pre-Algebra Teacher

So, here’s where we begin. I should probably explain a few ground rules before I begin. As I said in my introduction blog, I’ll be reviewing the Rick Riordan Percy Jackson universe books chapter-by-chapter. I’ll be scoring them on a scale from 1 to 10, and, though it would likely be rare, 0 is in fact a possibility, depending on how much it strains credulity or messes with mythology too much. When I finish each book, I’ll average out the scores, and see if the score fits the quality of the book.

I’ll do my best not to be too spoilery with my reviews for the uninitiated, but I may occasionally reference something that comes later, though I’ll try to make sure that such a reference would be for something not completely plot-essential.

Anyway:

The introduction is actually pretty good, given that it’s from a first-person perspective. “Look, I never asked to be a half-blood. If you think you might be one, my advice is, put this book down, believe whatever lie your parents told you about your birth, and live a normal life.” Going on to the end, “My name is Percy Jackson. I’m 12 years old.”

That’s a pretty solid setup, and a good hook for potential readers. It raises a question for me that honestly would be better suited for asking later, but I do have to wonder if it’s a little weird that he’s only 12, but I do have to remember the audience, which, starting out with this book, was in fact mostly readers about that age. I’ll put a pin in that for now, but nonetheless, it’s a really solid setup paragraph.

Immediately following that, however, it goes deep into the troubles Percy has dealt with, even stating, “Am I a troubled kid? Yeah. I guess you could say that.” That’s an understandable comment to make. It’s honestly something that Harry Potter (get ready for more comparisons to that franchise, because we’re far from over) could easily have said about himself. It doesn’t help with his whole, “We could start at any point of my short, miserable life” line. Dude, seriously. It’s fine to go into how your life has been tough, but that’s veering deep into self-pity territory.

We do get a examples of how he can’t seem to make it through a school year without getting expelled or told he can’t come back. A school trip to the Saratoga battlefield, where he somehow blasted his school bus with a Revolutionary War cannon, which begs the question, why the hell was that cannon both functional AND loaded with live ammunition? I know that sounds like a nitpick, but seriously, I think Riordan could have just left half the stories to the imagination. Hell, Another character does that later, in way that really works.

Another mention that’s little funnier is the one where he somehow dumped himself and his entire class into a shark tank on another field trip. Though it does beg the question of why his mother would keep signing permission slips for him to go on field trips. Maybe I’m thinking too much, and this won’t keep that pattern going. As Percy himself put it, “Boy, was I wrong.”

Apparently he goes to Yancy Academy, a boarding school for misfits, outcasts, and delinquents. And Percy couldn’t possibly describe the place in less flattering language if he used the “wretched hive of scum and villainy” line from Star Wars.

He goes on a field trip to a museum for a field trip, dealing with Nancy Boba Fett-I’m sorry, I mean Nancy Bobofit. So anyway, Nancy Boba Fett is picking on Percy’s best-and only-friend Grover Underwood, pelting him with the most disgusting sandwich I’ve ever heard of. Seriously, peanut butter and ketchup?

However, it’s kind of a dead giveaway who is going to be more significant in the story, since she’s only described to the extent of how ugly and unpleasant she is, while Grover is described as both kind and wussy. And crippled. With a weird gate in his walk, though apparently super fast on enchilada day. I guess he likes those. I hope that’s an interesting quirk for people, because that’s not going anywhere. SPOILERS!

Grover keeps Percy for getting into trouble, as he’s on probation, and if his opening line of dialogue of, “I’m going to kill her” didn’t tell you that he has a bit of a temper, well, he kind of does. Luckily they make it to the museum before Percy could pick a fight with a girl and lose some likability points, so he can go on a tour with Mr. Brunner, his wheelchair-bound Latin teacher. He’s supposed to be a really cool teacher, who apparently was allowed to take live weapons to class. Taking a cool-liking sword, yelling “What ho!”

Wait. Percy’s HOW old? Oh yeah. 12 I totally remember when I took Latin when I was that age. Wait. No I don’t.

Brunner, like Grover, is given a lot of description, which seems to be a hint that both of them are more than they seem. Both have handicaps that they seem to transcend in one way or another. Also, I can’t help but think that Riordan is kind of using that to express that he likes to think of himself as the cool teacher Percy thinks of Brunner as.

He’s not the only teacher there. Ms. Dodds, Percy’s pre-algebra teacher, is also there. Hmm, can’t help but think that there’s just maybe a spoiler in the chapter title, but I digress. She wears a leather jacket “even though she was 50 years old”. Not sure why his assumption of her age matters, but whatever. She seems to have it out for Percy, and likes Nancy, even though, Nancy is apparently a bully, and a kleptomaniac, and I’m sure if there were more books about her she’d be an arsonist as well at some point.

Brunner leads them through a tour, and calls on Percy to describe a stele of Kronos eating his children, which fortunately he was able to remember. Brunner weirdly asks Percy to much further into the story to the point where he gets disappointed when Percy can’t answer how that story applies to him in real life, as if he’d know that at this point.

Also, and I hate to be THAT guy with this , but Brunner’s description of Kronos’ defeat was flat out wrong. He was never cut to pieces. He was merely imprisoned in Tartarus, along with most of the other Titans.

But Brunner chides Percy, telling him that he needs to think about how that applies to him. Unless Percy intends to be a classist, that’s a more difficult answer than they’re making look.

As Percy expresses his frustration at a teacher actually expecting him not to be stump stupid, Nancy Boba Fett decides to dump the rest of her sandwich on Grover.

That’s just wasteful.

Percy’s mind goes blank and Nancy gets pulled into the fountain. She screams that Percy did it, while other students claim that water pulled her in. It’s a good moment. It really reminds me of the moment when Harry Potter made the glass disappear at the snake exhibit and made Dudley fall in. A hint at what Percy might in fact be. Though, I do feel the need to point out that this the first of many hints that aren’t terribly subtle as to what Percy truly is.

Ms. Dodds calls Percy out, which prompts Grover to try to take the blame for him. Dodds isn’t convinced, and takes Percy back inside, seemingly teleporting back. Hmm, I wonder if there’s a reason for that.

Inside she tells him that she’s not a fool, and to confess under threat, and then, turns into a horrifying beast with bat wings. She has glowing eyes, and razor-sharp claws. This is a deadly monster. Attacking him with murderous intent, Percy then gets surprised to see that Mr. Brunner shows up and throws a pen to him, yelling “What ho!” At this point, that’s his catch phrase apparently. Suddenly the pen turns into the sword he’d seen in class. He swings it at Ms. Dodds, and she explodes into powder, leaving only the fresh scent of pine.

Okay, umm, Percy should be dead. Without reading ahead, there are two things Dodds could be, and the less dangerous kind would be a harpy, which should be able to easily kill a 12 year old. And killing them? Not that easy. In fact, the only times weapons killed monsters that easily in mythology was when they were dipped in poison.

Confused as a person could possibly be, Percy goes back outside only to find out that no one else remembers Ms. Dodds, though Grover acts weirdly hesitant about it. So yeah, apparently, on top of all of this, they end the chapter with Percy either having a psychotic episode, or his favorite teacher and best friend gas lighting him.

Honestly, I think that was a bit early for Percy to actually have a fight in this story. He doesn’t even know what he was up against, or how he could do it even. It might have been less of a problem had he not bested his foe, but since he did, it means that there’s going to have to a lot of information relayed to him, and this kind of makes it a bit of a disjointed way to do that, and that’s in spite of the fact that it definitely was guilty of some monster nerfing.

The chapter started pretty strongly, even if it did telegraph who’s going to be supernatural in nature with the level of description. The hint at Percy’s power is also a good thing to see. Unfortunately, the fight with Ms. Dodds seemed way too easy and too early for this story, and I can’t let that go. It’s kind of split down the middle. There’s a lot of ground to cover, and plenty to work with. I just think that they rushed a scene too early.

Score: 5:10 The start was strong, but the finish was rushed and confusing.

#the lightning thief #percy jackson #review #percy jackson and the olympians

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monaisme · 2 years ago

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One Week Later - Chapter 13

This is the sequel to my one shot, “The Battle,” which can be found here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30027636

As it’s been a while, you can also find the rest of this story here... if you’d like to refresh your memory:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30168360

Enjoy!

Chapter Thirteen

“Morgan, please! Get back here before you wake everyone up.”

Peter recognized that whisper-hiss anywhere. “Happy?” He squinted to open his eyes and shifted his attention, bleary-eyed, toward the door, only to see a frantic Happy crouching down and trying to coax something out from under his bed. “Wha’s goin’ on?”

Hearing Peter, Happy popped up to standing and stared blankly at the boy in the bed. “Peter?” He opened his mouth to speak when the answer was interrupted by a muffled giggle coming from under his bed. “Oh, crap, Peter. I am so sorry for waking you up.“ Happy apologized, still trying to be quiet as he hesitantly stepped toward the bed. “I asked FRIDAY to take us to Pepper, thinking she’d be in the penthouse but the doors opened up here and she was off like a shot before I could...”

Another giggle, not so muffled this time, burst from whoever was under the bed.

“Wait... wha—who was shot? I don’t—“ Still sleep drunk, Peter tried to focus on what Happy was actually saying. He turned to check on his mentor and wife cuddled together and sleeping soundly on the bed beside him, blissfully unaware of anything. “Mr. Stark...?” He could hear each of their heartbeats, knew them but then heard something more. Peter looked back at Happy again. “Wha’ the...?”

The confusion on Peter’s face was clear and Happy rushed to fix it. “Crap, No kid, I was talking about Morgan!”

The few disjointed words that Peter had managed to pull together had him leaping up and out of bed. “MORGAN’S BEEN SHOT?!” Peter swayed where he stood as he shouted out in distress. He hadn’t even met her yet and she was already gone—

Mr. and Mrs. Stark woke up to pandemonium. “Wha’? Happy? What’s goin’ on?” Mr. Stark released the loving hold he had on his wife and sat himself on the edge of his own bed, voicing his own confusion as he scrubbed his hand over his beard.

“Nothing’s going on!” Happy promised his boss and friend as he reached out to steady the boy. “And geez, kid, no. Listen to me, everyone is fine. No one’s been shot.” He watched carefully as Peter steadied. “Now, can I please help you get back in the bed before you give me or Tony over there a heart attack?”

Peter paled and swayed again, but not for the reason Happy thought. The memories of yesterday still too close to the surface to be so casual about something like Mr. Stark’s health, not that Happy knew it. “Yeah, sure... thanks,” he whispered and allowed himself to be manhandled back into the bed. That it seemed as though Happy was tucking him in? Super weird. Peter could barely fathom that this was the same gruff head of security that he’d known before. He’d need to process that later, but being able to lay down once more as he tried to figure out just what the last minute had meant was a definite help.

Happy pulled Peter’s blankets up over his shoulders and patted them flat. “There you go, Pete... all better?”

Yup. This was definitely an evolved Happy. Peter nodded.

“Good, now...” Happy stepped back and crouched down, disappearing from Peter’s view.

“Huh? Happy?” Peter sat back up again and moved to look over the edge of his bed, needing to know what Happy was so focused on.

But of course, by now, both Starks were out of bed and completely in the loop regarding whatever the heck was going on. Mr. Stark was at his bedside and pressing him gently back to the mattress as Mrs. Stark came around to where Happy had been and dropped from sight, too. “Relax, kiddo,” Mr. Stark assured him. “Everyone is safe, no one’s been hurt. It seems, however, that a certain monkey has escaped from the circus...” He glanced down at the floor, grinning.

Mr. Stark’s goofy smirk as he said that confused Peter all the more. “Monkey? There’s a monkey under my bed?” Peter rubbed at his eyes, trying to wake himself up. Nothing was making sense and—

The giggle Peter had only been tangentially aware of earlier suddenly turned into a squeal of delight and Mrs. Stark seemed to magically appear beside her husband with arms full of a dark, curly-haired, purple ruffled, blue legged, yellow rubber booted, mass of—“Morgan H. Stark. You can’t run away from Uncle Happy like that, especially on the med bay floor.” Mrs. Stark lovingly yet firmly chastised the little girl, who decided now was the time to play bashful as she tucked her face into her mother’s neck. “What if you’d woken up Aunt May? And look.” She gave the little girl a nudge, “You definitely woke up poor Peter and gave him an awful fright.”

A small gasp escaped from her and then, “Petey?” The little girl whispered as she snuck a peek at the boy in the bed through the safety of her mother’s hair. She pulled back from her mother after she’d finished with her obvious analysis, and looked up to her for some sort of confirmation. “Mommy? Is that really Petey?”

She planted a kiss on Morgan’s forehead, tearing up slightly as she nodded, “Yes, sweetheart. That’s him.”

She glanced over to Peter again, and he watched as something seemed to click on her little face. “Daddy, did Petey do something hairy-rained again?” She looked over to her father.

“Hairy-rained?” Mr. Stark looked as confused as Peter felt.

“Yeah, you said Petey did hairy-rained things to end up in the med bay all the time, but his hair is dry but he’s here in the bed, so?”

“I don’t know what—“ Mr. Stark cut himself off, then quickly attempted to cover his mouth before he laughed at whatever Peter was missing. “Morgan, I think you meant harebrained... and no, you silly. That’s not what it means and that’s not what this was.” He smiled as he put his hands out to take her in his arms then propped her up on his hip. “Peter has a booboo that needs special medicine so he’s got to stay here for a little bit. That’s all.” Mr. Stark definitely downplayed the whole scenario for Peter’s benefit. “But—“ he hoisted the girl up to steady her, then turned back to Peter , all while ignoring the frown on his wife’s face. “Since you’re already here, would you like to meet him properly?”

Morgan’s head bobbed up and down with an excitement only a child could possess while Peter, shocked at the eagerness he suddenly felt at the prospect, propped himself up on his elbows.

“Oh, no, you don’t, kid. Let me.” Mr. Stark placed his daughter down at the foot of the bed with a look that definitely told her to stay put, and within seconds a controller was in his hand and its back raised with Peter more comfortably propped up. “Now, is that better?”

Peter nodded as he pulled the blanket down off his upper body to free up his arms. “Yeah, thanks,” he smiled tentatively and pulled in a deep breath. He ignored the improved-from-yesterday aches and twinges from his ribs and thigh as he shifted to get a bit more comfortable.

“Good, because you need to brace yourself for the chaos that is the one... the only Morgan H. Stark!” Mr. Stark threw out some pretty epic jazz hands and then cupped his hands around his mouth, pretending he could simulate a crowd gone wild... ish.

Peter and Morgan made eye contact, and then, if Peter had any doubt that Morgan had any part of Mrs. Stark in her, she rolled her eyes and groaned. “Daddy. You’re bein’ weird again.”

Happy snorted, but said nothing.

“You, hush,” Mr. Stark pointed accusingly at his friend. “I still have those pictures from the last time Morgan gave you a pedicure and access to literally every web server on the planet.”

Happy scowled. “That’s low, Tony. Even for you.”

“Oh, you have no idea how low I can go, Harold.” Mr. Stark’s eyes narrowed at the challenge. “Keep it up and a little chat with Quill will have those pics going galactic.”

“Ugh, Daaaaaad-dy!” Morgan rolled her eyes again as she interrupted the grownups. “Stop being mean to Uncle Happy. You still need to tell me that he’s Peter and tell him that I’m Morgan so we can be for real inner-duced!” She gestured over to Peter, who was just trying to keep up with the alternate reality he must have dropped into.

But Mr. Stark faux-sobered and turned his attention to his daughter. “I am so sorry, Little Miss. You’re right. I am being most rude.” He cleared his throat. “Ms. Morgan, please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Peter Benjamin Parker.”

That apparently was all the little girl had been waiting for. “Finally!” she exclaimed, and in a flash, she was gone from her perch by Peter’s knee and throwing herself across his chest and squeezing him for all she’s was worth. “I’m so happy to meet you, Petey! I can’t wait until your better so we can play with my legos, ‘cuz Daddy says you like legos, too—and then we can play pretend and you can be the prince I can be the dragon, ‘cuz princesses are stupid, even though I’m not allowed to say stupid, but they are—and – and – and—

Peter heard nothing of Morgan’s plans as the ringing in his ears and the whitening of his vision coincided with the first knee planting directly over top the line of stitches along his thigh. That the shock of pain was compounded by the herculean rib squeeze of a four year old girl kept him from noticing Mr. Stark’s exclaimed, “Morgan, NO!”

He barely noticed the tiny weight being lifted off his body as he fought back a cry, just inhaled sharp, curled in on himself and rocked as his body try to come back online.

“Easy, Peter. Let it go, bud. You’ve got this,” a voice instructed as someone took a firm hold of his hand.

He couldn’t squeeze back, not with his strength, but he hummed in acknowledgement and released his breath as the peak of pain receded, faster than yesterday, thank goodness for small miracles.

“That’s right. Nice and easy. It’s okay,” the voice... Mr. Stark encouraged.

And after a few more breaths, it was ... sort of. Peter was able to pull up and out of his curl... sort of, and straighten his still stinging leg back to flat on the bed... sort of.

“There you go, Peter.” Mr. Stark leaned towards him and pressed a kiss to his hair. “Good job.”

Peter huffed out a laugh and allowed himself to fully recline into the bed. “Yeah, such a good job.” He pulled in a deeper breath. “My one real skill... what’s the going hourly for not vomiting all over yourself?”

Mr. Stark stepped back and glared. “Hey. There will be no self-sassin’ from you, young man. Now,” Mr. Stark’s face softened and rubbed Peter’s arm in comfort. “Are you really okay? I know that Morgan’s going to be so—“

Morgan?! ”Shit! I mean- Shoot! Morgan!” Peter exclaimed then scanned the room for her. Seeing her, Mrs. Stark and Happy, gone, Peter panicked. “Oh, no! Did I scare her? She just surprised me is all—I’m so sorry— did she—“

Mr. Stark sighed and cut him off. “Hey, Peter—enough.” He squeezed Peter’s arm, having figured that it was one of the better ways to ground him. “She’s fine. Pepper and Happy just took her out to give you a minute to pull yourself together without an audience... and to have a chat about proper behaviour in the med bay.” He glanced once toward the door then focussed back on Peter. “Now answer the question. Are you okay? Morgan landed pretty hard there and after last night...”

Peter worried his lip as he, too, glanced at the door, wondering if he could’ve messed up his first meeting with his—the Stark’s daughter any more. “I’m fine,” he said half-convincingly.

“Then you won’t mind if I take a quick peek at your stitches?”

“Peek?” The question caught Peter off guard. “Why would you want to—“

“Take a look and see if I need to call in the nurse on duty to make sure you’re not haemorrhaging to death while you worry over a four year old girl with plans for world domination? Yeah. Why would I want to do that?” Mr. Stark playfully cuffed the back of Peter’s head. “Look, humour an old man. Let me check and then we can pretend this didn’t happen... or not. Okay?”

Peter rolled his eyes and tossed back his blanket to reveal his leg before crossing his arms in defiance. “Fine, but I already said that I’m—”

“Fine. Yes, geez! Everyone is fine. I hear you, kiddo, but you’ll have to forgive me for not believing a certain someone who is notorious for underplaying just about anything related to your physical wellbeing.”

“Pfft—one time...” Peter grumped as he watched Mr. Stark push back the gauze tape and then lift a corner of the pad.

Mr. Stark didn’t bother to contain his mirth at Peter’s petulance, stopping what he was doing to call him out. “It has been many, many times, you fibby-liar. My own personal favourite ‘I’m fine’ moment is still that time with that gunshot wound to the leg you were trying to cauterize with a soup spoon and a birthday candle. If memory serves, you insisted you were actually ‘super-fine’ that time.”

Peter flushed in embarrassment and said nothing. He knew he wasn’t going to win this one.

Mr. Stark’s grin proved that he knew it, too. “I’m sure if I think for a minute, I could tell you what May’s and Happy’s favourites are, too. In fact—“

“Okay, I’ve got it!” Peter threw his hands up in frustration, much to Mr. Stark’s delight. “Can you please just tell me what the damage is so you can leave me in peace to die of utter humiliation?”

Peter barely dodged Mr. Stark’s hair ruffling attempt. “Geez—and they say I’m a drama queen. Alright, then, let’s get this party started.” Refocusing, Mr. Stark pulled the wrapped gauze back then cautiously lifted a corner of cotton pad protecting his wound, “Aaaaaand—it looks like your toast and a shake helped you out just enough to save the day!” Mr. Stark smiled and pulled the covering back a little more so Peter could see for himself. “It’s not perfect, but if I were to wager a guess, these stitches may even be able to come out.”

“REALLY!?” Peter had closed his eyes, not wanting to look, sure that his Parker Luck would come into play and his thigh would be a mess of gore and popped stitches, but sure enough—“Holy cow!” Peter shifted to take a look. It wasn’t perfect, that was clear, but the harsh pink line was. Peter wasn’t going to acknowledge that it still looked a little puffy. “Do you think Dr. Cho will let me go upstairs now? It’s practically all closed now, so...”

Mr. Stark’s face softened at his eagerness. “You know it wasn’t just the stitches, Peter, but it’s a start.” He patted the mattress by Peter’s leg and stepped back. “How’s about you see about consuming that shake you still have stashed there,” he pointed to the head of Peter’s bed, “while I go grab someone to come and take care of the leg. Sound good?”

Peter nodded, trying to keep the disappointment off of his face, which must have worked.

Mr. Stark grinned and patted his hand. “Awesome. I’ll be back in a flash.” With a wink, Mr. Stark headed out of the room and was on the hunt for whoever was staffing the floor that day.

Peter counted to ten in his head and then sighed. He was exhausted, and every little thing was compounding it—the stressful wake up call, his botched introduction to Morgan—even his brief interaction with Mr. Stark seemed to be taking a toll.

He pulled in a deeper breath than he could yesterday, thank goodness, and closed his eyes. If he could rest for a minute or two, he could try to tackle the whole shake thing and hopefully not barf all over himself—last night had been a near thing so...

Yeah, he wouldn’t think about last night—or yesterday—or the day before, or May or any of it. He just needed to quiet his mind. Please be quiet, and then he could pretend that—

It was barely a minute later that tiny footfalls approached the room, then stopped at its entrance. “Petey?” A little voice whispered. “Are you asleep or pretendin’?”

Not able to help it, he smiled a little and lolled his head toward the doorway as he opened his eyes. “Not asleep... and not pretending. Just trying, is all.”

She squirmed a bit as she stood there, nervous fingers twisting the hem of the pink Batman t-shirt Peter hadn’t specifically noticed the first time he’d seen her.

“Morgan? Are you alright?” Peter asked.

She came further into the room. “Oh. Yeah.” Morgan nodded. “But, ummm... I jus’ wanna say I’m sorry. Mommy says just ‘cuz I’m ‘cited doesn’t mean I shouldn’ be careful, an’ I wasn’ so I’m really sorry for jumpin’ on you and hurtin’ your leg.” She gnawed at her bottom lip, and then pondered deeply for a beat more before adding, “Yeah. Tha’s it.” With that declaration, Morgan came up to his bedside, put her hands up in the air and stared imploringly at Peter, still sitting in the bed.

And then she kept them there.

“Um?” Peter was growing more confused by the second and finally had to ask, “What are you doing?”

Morgan wiggled her little body in anticipation then smiled before answering. “I’m waiting for my hug, is all.”

“Hug?” Had he missed a step somewhere? “Why?”

Once more, Morgan rolled her eyes, “You’re so silly, Petey. It’s the ‘I forgive you’ part!” Yup, she was definitely Mrs. Stark’s daughter. “Daddy says that’s how you know you mean it... but Daddy also says it’s the best part ‘cuz I give the best hugs, too, so you gotta’.” She did a little dance, arms still up and then stopped. A spark of realization came to her and her brow furrowed as she contemplated. “But you’re still hurt so you can’t so...” Her arms dropped, and with an agility only a four year old could pull off, Morgan scampered up the side of the bed and plopped down on the mattress beside Peter, kicking off her cumbersome boots as she went. “There,” she declared as she then shifted and got up onto her knees, facing Peter with anticipation. “If I promise t’ be careful, can I give you a hug that won’ hurt your booboos?”

Peter couldn’t imagine that anyone could ever say no to Morgan Stark—not with those big, expressive brown eyes, so much like her dad’s— and after the last couple of days, nothing sounded better, so he nodded dumbly, moved some of the extra length of IV tubing out of the way and then opened his arms up to receive the most gentle hug he’d ever received in his life.

“Is this okay, Petey?” Morgan asked softly. “’m not hurtin’ you?”

Peter shook his head ‘no’ as his eyes watered and gave her a light squeeze back. “Nope. I’m good, Morgan. Thanks for the hug.”

“Y’er welcome.” He could hear the smile in her voice, then she hummed. “You give good hugs, Petey.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “Daddy always said he bet you’d give the best hugs, too.”

Peter blinked as he processed her words, hastily brushing away the tear that fell. “He said that?”

“M-hm.” She nodded into his shoulder. “An’ he said when you came back, he’d give you a million hugs an’ eat gross pineapple pizza with you an’ watch Star Wars with you an’—” Morgan’s... Mr. Stark’s to-do list was interrupted by a huge yawn and then Morgan’s focus shifted. “Can I watch Star Wars with you, too?” she asked. “Daddy says it migh’ be too scary for me still but if you’re there maybe he’ll say yes?” She lifted her head to see his response, blinking sleepily as she waited for it.

And Peter was a goner.

“Sure, Morgan. I’ll talk to your dad and we’ll watch it together—maybe when I come back upstairs?”

Getting enough of a reassurance that she’d get her way eventually, Morgan smiled, giggled, and pulled away, but now only so she could snuggle herself into the crook of Peter’s arm. “Yay! This is gonna be awwwwe-some—“ Her words stretched with another, bigger yawn. “Big brothers are so cool.”

Peter choked. “What?” He floundered as he tried to find the right words. He knew what the Starks had said last night, no part of him thought that they’d actually meant it! But Morgan had said it... and meant it with every fibre of her four year old being.

Peter Parker was a big brother.

Morgan seemed clueless to Peter’s newest crisis and was on to another tangent in a blink. “Did you know that I when I woke up this mornin’, the sun wasn’t even out yet? An’ I couldn’ even see the trees! But I was so super e’cited so I got dressed all by myself an’ then I begged and begged...” Morgan’s next yawn was wider yet. “But Uncle Happy loves me so we got to come now.” Her tiny fists rubbed at tired eyes.

Peter was trying to pull it together and not fixate on what had just tumbled so innocently out of Morgan’s mouth. He’d need to come back to this later, but for now Peter moved onto the one thing he thought he could maybe manage. “Uh, are you sleepy, Morgan?” He shifted carefully so he could see more of her. “Did you want to nap a little?

She contemplated for a few moments, but then nodded. “Uh-huh, but you can’ tell Uncle Happy ‘cuz he’ll say he tol’ me so...’”

Which brought Peter to a new concern— “Wait a sec’. Morgan? Where exactly is Happy?” Peter glanced at the door, wondering if he should be worried that no one had come looking for her.

Morgan shifted, getting more comfortable. “The grownups were talkin’ by the desk. ‘cuz they were waitin’ for the nurse but they were bein’ sooo boring already so I came back here to visit you.”

Peter sighed. “But did you tell anyone you were coming in? They might be worried about you, you know.” He wondered how long he had before the three adults came barrelling into the room looking for her.

“Nu-uh,” Morgan rubbed her eyes. “Ms. FRIDAY?” Morgan called out into the room. “Can you please tell Mommy and Daddy that I’m with my brother?”

There was that word again. Peter’s heart jumped. He’d heard what Mr. and Mrs. Stark had said, but to hear it tumble so easily...

“I will send that message along, Little Boss,” FRIDAY interrupted his thoughts and Peter could hear the message being immediately relayed in the hallway. No one came rushing back into the room though, so at least that wasn’t a concern for the moment.

Morgan wriggled again, no spot seeming to be quite right for her.

Peter guessed he could fix that so he asked, “Would you like me to make the bed a little more flat, Morgan?”

“Yes, please,” she said then moved away from Peter as he grabbed at the bed controller to lower the back of the bed.

Peter smiled softly as Morgan whispered a, “wheeee...” and then reached down to pull Peter’s blankets up and over her shoulders, her blanketed silhouette looking rather odd for the bunching of ruffles making their presence known. “Thank you,” she said softly, and closed her eyes.

Peter waited a couple of minutes, not quite sure what to do with himself. She’d snuggled up to him almost immediately, then rolled over trying to find a comfier spot, which meant what? Peter could only assume that he’d served his purpose so, using his spidey-stealth, Peter slid out of the bed. Assured that she hadn’t been disturbed, he straightened the blankets just a little so Morgan would be comfier and then gently lowered himself in the chair stationed between his and Mr. Stark’s bed.

Morgan, already almost asleep, mumbled, “Mmm-‘ove you, Petey. G’night,” and drifted off completely.

What the—? Had she just—? Did she say—? Peter blinked as his brain tried to process what exactly had just happened in the last few minutes.

“Well, kid,” Mr. Stark startled Peter as he spoke softly from the doorway, “Either you’ve been hit by a bus or you’ve officially been whammied by our Little Miss. And seeing as you are upright and not sporting any tire tracks, I’ll assume it was the latter.”

Caught off guard, Peter jumped in his seat, “Geez!” Peter whisper-yelled as he clutched at his chest and glared at the man. “Give a guy some warning!”

Mr. Stark just chuckled and stepped into the room. “I’ve been watching you now for a good few minutes, Peter. I’m pretty sure you weren’t going to notice anything save a wrecking ball coming through the wall. Now,” Mr. Stark gave the room a quick glance. ‘I’d say you shouldn’t be out of bed until one of the staff gets in here to check things out but...” He gestured with a nod toward the tiny figure in the bed. “Been there, done that, totally get it.” Mr. Stark did take another second to assess. “The IV isn’t pulling or anything?”

Peter waved his IV’d hand casually through the air. “Nah, it’s all good.” Answering that was easier than trying to figure out how to process the whole Morgan thing.

“Is it?” Mr. Stark crooked an eyebrow.

And Peter knew that he was asking about more than his IV, or even getting kicked out his bed, but he just... couldn’t, so he just shrugged in reply. “I guess?” He couldn’t even

Mr. Stark didn’t say anything at first, only walked to the corner of the room to grab an extra chair and placed it beside Peter. “Do you mind if I sit here?” Mr. Stark asked and then waited expectantly.

Peter stared blankly at him for a moment then asked, “Are you pulling my leg or are you honestly asking me that? I mean, like, you own the building, so... you can literally sit wherever you want,”

“Yeah, well... as my sainted mother always said, ‘Manners maketh the man,’ and all that jazz.”

“But wasn’t that a quote from that movie with Mark Hamill in it?”

Now Mr. Stark rolled his eyes, “No, smart ass... I mean yes... and it starred Colin Firth, NOT Mark Hamill, by the way. But that’s besides the point. It was a quote used waaaay before the movie made it famous, hence my mom saying it. I’m pretty sure it’s Shakespeare, actually—And you haven’t answered my question yet. Can I sit here or...?” Mr. Stark stood patiently.

Realizing that Mr. Stark wasn’t trying to be funny, Peter nodded quickly and gestured to the chair. “Oh. Yeah, yeah. Of course.”

Mr. Stark’s eyes still looked tired, and crinkled a little more than Peter remembered from before as he smiled and took a seat. “I’m not quite sure why I’m even bothering. Your nurse is dealing with something out there quickly and will be in to check on you in a minute or two. I imagine we’ll get you up into the other bed and let Morgan get her beauty rest.”

“Makes sense, I guess.” Peter agreed then fell quiet for a moment, the mention of the nurse starting his brain cycling through it all again. “But...” he then continued hesitantly, “Everything’s okay with May, right? Nothing else has gone wrong?”

Mr. Stark seemed determined to keep Peter calm. “She’s as okay as she can be,” he assured Peter with a firm hand on his shoulder. “Mornings will be a little busier a little earlier for the next week or so, remember? With the dialysis and antibiotics and such?”

And Peter did. “Yeah, I remember... thanks.” He gnawed on his lip then spoke again. “And you’re feeling okay?”

“Yeah, kid. I’m feeling okay. Honest—This,” Mr. Stark waves his hand in front of his chest, “was way more dramatic than it was damaging. I promise.”

Peter nodded but said nothing.

Stupid brain.

Mr. Stark was okay.

May was okay.

“Oh! You’re breakfast tray will be up soon, by the way.” Mr. Stark piped up. Peter wondered if he knew that Peter was trying not to spiral.

He nodded again. “Cool.”

“And Pepper checked just before I came in... you’re boiled potatoes will be coming up, too, so bonus points for Mr. Devon, am I right?”

Peter half-smiled as he replied with a, “Yup,” though Peter was barely listening at that point.

There was so much to grasp—and it just kept on and on...

“I think he may have actually had his wife bring potatoes from home so he could accommodate. There’s no way he found a grocery store that sells potatoes open this early, am I right? I should probably get her a gift card as a thank you? Seems like the thing to do, yeah?”

“Sure,” Peter said, but his mind had already drifted back to his catalogue of thoughts he was trying not to freak out about all over again—May was okay... Mr. Stark was okay...

“I thought of promoting Mr. Devon to elephant trainer as a thank you, too. What do you think? It’ll come with a new uniform and everything.”

“That would be great Mr. Stark.” And Morgan? That had been an insane first meet... and the whole brother thing?

“His bonus would be literal peanuts, but hey...”

“Yeah, sounds good... wait—what?” Peter brought his focus back to the man seated beside him. “What are you talking about?”

Mr. Stark shrugged, “Well, if you were going to be weird, I figured I’d be weird too.”

“I wasn’t being weird,” Peter grumped back, I was just distracted.” The second the word left his mouth, he knew it was a mistake that Mr. Stark could latch onto and...

“Yeah, she is a bit much sometimes, but we love her.”

Peter turned toward Mr. Stark, surprised, yet not to see that his focus was solely on his daughter.

“So was it that she said she loves you that freaked you out, or something else?”

Okay—that was where Mr. Stark’s concern fell. Good. Morgan was confusing, but still the least confusing part of the past few days... well, now that Peter knew about her.

Peter cleared his throat. “She called me her brother.”

Mr. Stark didn’t look away from her, but smiled for Peter nonetheless. “I’m pretty sure we covered this last night, Peter.”

“I mean... not really? I just—“ Peter was shocked to find himself tearing up. “I’m not surprised that she knows about me. I just didn’t expect her to think of me that way without...”

“Aw, buddy, come here.” Mr. Stark put an arm around him and pulled him close and pressed a firm kiss to his hair before resting his head against Peter’s. “If you think, for one second, that we would not have told your sister about the coolest, smartest, kindest kid we knew, you are sorely mistaken.“

Peter sniffed and shook his head in disbelief.

“Well, believe it or not, it’s the truth. I’m a little worried that we may have played you up too much.” Mr. Stark teased. “She’ll be in for a bit of a shock once she actually gets to know you in all of your teenaged grossness.”

Peter snorted and pushed playfully against his mentor. “No she won’t, ‘cuz I’ll be the best big brother ever, and then you’ll be in for it.”

“And why do you think that? I’ll have you know that Morgan loves me ‘3000’—told me so just a couple of weeks ago, so I am and always will be her obvious favourite.”

Not able to let that lie, Peter countered, “She hasn’t had a chance to climb a wall with me yet. You know that’ll be a game changer.”

“If I buy her an alpaca...” Mr. Stark thought he’d gained the upper hand.

“Do you really think Mrs. Stark is gonna let you buy Morgan an alpaca?”

Mr. Stark deflated beside him. “Crap. You’re right. Darn it.” He sighed heavily. “So what you’re saying is I’m doomed, huh?”

Peter knew exactly how Mr. Stark meant it, but it hurt Peter’s heart nonetheless. How both a sudden hope and hopelessness could battle within him and ruin even this beautiful moment.

Damned Parker Luck was going to come and ruin it all.

Peter shifted and rested his head on Mr. Stark’s shoulder. Here, at least, the man couldn’t see as Peter blinked back another round of tears. “Yeah, Mr. Stark, I’m afraid you are.”

#fanfiction #AO3 fanfic #a03 fanfic #OBlossom #Avengers: Endgame #non-compliant #One Week Later

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kylosrehn · 6 years ago

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aos for the ask meme. or, if you've already gotten that (or you just wanna do both) the wider MCU.

the first character i ever fell in love with: Skye. Or Ward. I can’t really remember which came first. Probably Skye because she was so relatable and quirky and positive but I also loved grumpy pretending-not-to-care SO Ward.

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: Skye… or Daisy I guess. I started losing interest around halfway through S2 with the whole Afterlife plot (and then just stopped watching the show altogether after the S2 finale lol) but S3 was the one that really left a bad taste in my mouth. And the start of S4 with emo vigilante Daisy. I don’t dislike her, but it’s a far cry from the love I had for her in the early days. Same with Jemma, actually. I really liked her in S1, this cute, quirky if slightly awkward scientist willing to bend the rules when she believes it’s the right thing to do. Afterwards things got… complicated. I like her more on her own, outside of FS scenes (which, when does that ever happen?) Can she/they ever have a storyline that doesn’t involve saving the other one? For science? No?

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: Hmm… I don’t think I have one? Once I decide I like something, I fall for it pretty hard. lol. I guess Daisy/Lincoln. That’s a funny one, because when they sort of started flirting in S2 I liked the idea of them together, and I thought they had a lot of potential. But once it actually happened I wasn’t into it at all. It felt kinda rushed and I just didn’t really see any chemistry between them. It was an ‘expectations vs. reality’ sort of thing for me.

my ultimate favorite character™: Oh gosh… Fitz, I guess? I mean, obviously I’m trash for Ophelia but I actually wasn’t all that fond of the whole Aida arc at the beginning… I liked her more in the Framework, and all the potential she had as a human (or Inhuman, whatever.) It’s funny because he sort of grew on me. I admittedly didn’t pay much attention to him in S1 because I was so wrapped up in Skyeward, but once they killed that storyline and started developing his character from the nerdy sidekick/comic relief to an actual, fleshed-out character dealing with brain damage, then yes I became involved. Still mourned the untimely demise of Skyeward in S2 though.

prettiest character: Fitz or Ward if it’s more ‘handsome’ pretty. Out of the ladies… Daisy, I suppose? Also Stephanie Malick because personal bias - yes I’ve loved Bethany Joy Lenz since One Tree Hill and they totally should’ve let her stick around for longer than two episodes god damn it.

my most hated character: I’m not particularly fond of Jemma. Or what they’ve done with her, I suppose. But god damn it if there’s one character I hate it’s Ruby. Really glad that arc is over.

my OTP: This one’s pretty obvious. Skye/Ward and Fitz/Ophelia. Hehe.

my NOTP: Fitzsimmons sorry not sorry.

favorite episode: (In no particular order): 5.14, 4.16 and 1.17. Self Control and, frankly, all the Framework episodes, are strong contenders, but that’s my podium.

saddest death: I’ve got to say Fitz. Mostly because it was so sudden and I honestly wasn’t expecting it at all. I genuinely didn’t think they’d have the balls to kill off one half of FS, especially on-screen. I was literally expecting him to miraculously pull through and just have his legs amputated or something. It felt so surreal. Of course, then they brought CryoFitz back into play so really it was all just one big cop-out (figures) but the shock factor was definitely there. It was just the right amount of sad and downright distressing and even unsettling, with the way he didn’t fully comprehend what was happening and just…slipped away. I also really liked how they didn’t cheapen the moment by making it all about FS, which was… honestly such a nice surprise? I preferred the shocked and unaware approach they took, and how he spent his last moments with… kind of the two most unlikely people - May whom he hasn’t ever really bonded with, a relationship which is made especially awkward by their experience in the Framework and the ‘super villain interrogation’ in 5.15; and Mack, who literally told him days or even hours earlier that he needs ‘fixing.’ It was all very weird and bizarre and surprising, and definitely felt like a solid punch to the gut. At least, until they straight up announced they’re going to essentially retcon it… Eh. Also, Ophelia? Maybe less sad and more just downright disturbing and gratuitously violent and graphic.

favorite season: If Season 1 and 4.16-20 and 5.14 could somehow be merged into one season… that would be it. lol. Overall, I have to say S1. Most people hate it and call it the weakest season and, sure, it felt very formulaic and had this predictable ‘monster of the week’ format at first but it was genuinely enjoyable to watch. Every other season after that I just found myself getting angry at something. lol. I actually liked pretty much every character in S1 to some degree and because nothing was set in stone or made explicitly canon yet, there was a lot more freedom shipping-wise. There was no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ ship, or ‘no you can’t like this character because of X, Y, Z’ it was just whatever you were into. For a while it seemed like pretty much all combinations of the Bus Kids ships had a decent chance of sailing. That’s a pretty damn good feeling.

least favorite season: Hands down Season 5. I wasn’t a fan of Season 3 either (though admittedly I did like certain episodes/aspects of it) and Season 2 could’ve done without that whole ‘Real SHIELD’ plot but Season 5 takes the cake. I mean… seriously. It was a let down, especially after the hugely successful Framework arc (the show’s strongest point so far imo.) So naturally there was a lot of expectation and it kind of fell flat. They had maybe 2 or 3 strong episodes. The rest was riddled with plot holes, blatant fan service, lines that sounded like they pulled straight from fanfic, radical and often inexplicable shifts in character behaviour from one episode to the next that could be classified as borderline character assassination, frequent lack of continuity, too much time spent on characters that ultimately turned out to be irrelevant/got quickly killed off, writers seemingly forgetting what had happened in literally the previous episode, etc. There’s really no excuse for that mess. lol. Not to mention the at times pretty obvious budget cuts and the lack of decent lighting which made the space pod downright unwatchable at times. Really feels like the weakest, most disjointed and confused season of all. Which is a shame. Because it could’ve been great. But it just really… wasn’t.

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: I don’t want to say Jemma but… Jemma? I guess part of the problem is that I feel there tends to be a discrepancy between the actual canonic on-screen representation of Jemma and fanon Jemma, at least in my experience. She (and Daisy) seem to get put on this imaginary pedestal a lot of the time and given leeway and all these concessions that other characters aren’t allowed. Sometimes I think I hate fandom’s approach to and treatment of certain characters more than I hate the actual character. Also, Mack and Bobbi? I feel like they’re pretty massive fandom faves as well and I never really got invested in them. I don’t hate them, they’re just… Meh.

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Leopold, the ultimate trash fave. Hehe. He’s just so deliciously messed up and complex and it’s so much fun to explore all of that. He’s like the one villain AOS completely unintentionally got right. Magnetic, charismatic, complicated. Sure, he only ever really shows up in about five episodes but in those five or six episodes they build a really solid character. We’re not told or shown everything, but that’s the point. Sometimes the implication is enough - and it’s super fun to fill in those gaps. And those suits. I mean, c’mon. lol

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Literally no one on this show is a cinnamon roll anymore. lol. I think Ophelia easily could’ve had a really satisfying redemption arc if the writers were actually willing to get into that instead of just shelving their more complex characters and turning to the safe option of ‘let’s kill the baddie.’ Ward could’ve possibly been redeemed too (up to a certain point at least) but I guess part of his appeal is that he didn’t want to be? Uh… and out of the still alive ones (kind of??), Fitz. He’s had a really tough time literally since S2. I also liked Mace and Radcliffe and I kind of wish they got to stick around for a bit longer.

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: Fitz/Ophelia. Obviously. I guess one of the more weirder ones is Hive/Stephanie. That’s… not remotely canon (I mean, I guess they kissed? lol) but in my headcanon Framework verse it is. Let’s be honest, there’s probably tons more because I always latch on to the more obscure stuff, but I can’t really think of anything else at the moment.

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Philinda and Mackelena. I don’t ship either but I guess I can kind of see the appeal and I wish them all the best for the sake of the shippers because both of these pairings are frequently overshadowed by… well, the main ship. I can totally understand and sympathize with their frustration.

#replies #ask meme #fandom wank #discourse™#thanks for asking! <3 #also i might go back and edit this later and add the mcu stuff #but right now i'm just so exhausted lol #ilosttrackofthings

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petersvibes · 7 years ago

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cranes in the sky - peter parker

thatonesoftgrungegirl asked: Could you do a Peter/Spider-Man x Reader, she’s bffs with Peter, where the readers feeling rly sad due to bullies and Spider-Man cheers her up and suddenly confessed that he loves her and then school happens and Peter seems rly weird and she figures it out then fluff?????? Sorry it was super long

song: cranes in the sky - solange

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: bad words, depressive thoughts, a batman v superman reference

author’s note: THIS IS SO LENGTHY. i love it. for a second there it got really bvs i’m SORRY i laughed writing it. requests are still open. happy thanksgiving friends :)

Entering your bedroom, the gaping hole in Peter’s chest is ripped further apart, filling with the guilt of knowing that you’re not okay. Although it is nearing three in the afternoon, the thick, drawn curtains make your room nearly pitch black. The decorations lining the walls - photographs, tickets, posters - used to indicate so much of your personality and what you held dear, but the joyous girl in those photos has been notably absent from Peter’s life, and it’s killing him. He carefully steps over your carelessly strewn belongings, closing the window that is letting the cold autumnal breeze into the small space. You’re slumped on your bed, but you barely react as Peter moves about, as you’re covered by a mountain of blankets that insulate your desolation.

Peter takes a seat at the edge of your bed, his jaw hard set but his eyes wide. The only sign of life from you is the rise and fall of your breathing, but you’re curled upon yourself with your face to the wall as if the blank color was of any intrigue. He drops his uncharacteristically heavy backpack by the nightstand, both his and your work spilling out. “Peach,” He says, dragging out your infamous nickname, “I brought notes from what you missed today. MJ said all you missed in lit. was a discussion about themes in the poem your teacher posted.”

As expected, you don’t respond, the only acknowledgement he receives being a few blinks directed at your wall. Peter squeezes his eyes shut, running his hand through his hastily styled curls. In the years he’s been your best friend, you’ve never been so reclusive and it’s been torturous trying to figure out why. Your parents remain oblivious as per usual and since you’ve avoided school at all costs, your friends offer him no resolution. You don’t answer texts, phone calls, and judging by the pile of the homework he’s been bringing you that has steadily accumulated on your desk, you could care less.

“(Y/N).” Peter rests his hand on one of your concealed body parts. “Talk to me. Please.”

You turn your body and expose your face, Peter’s breath hitching. Your complexion is ghostly, like you’re an empty vessel. Through hazy eyes that he suspects are raw from tears, you peer up at him, your expression blank. “What do you want?”

Peter looks around the dark expanse of the room, shaking his head in disbelief. “You haven’t been at school. You don’t answer my calls or my texts and you... (Y/N) I don’t even recognize you anymore.” He says, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth. You’re his best friend, but you’ve been everything to him for sixteen years and with every second you spend distant, it’s like a piece of him chips away, and at this rate, there will soon be nothing left.

Using your tired muscles, you sit up, resting your back against your headboard. You make eye contact, but it’s disjointed at best; his eyes are full of sympathy but yours are blank. For reasons unbeknownst to him, you look at him like you are genuinely shocked that he cares about what’s wrong with you. “Why are you here Peter?” You ask, your voice scratchy from underuse.

Peter takes your cold hands in his, just as he has a thousand times before, but you stare at the interaction like it’s foreign. He grimaces, giving your hand a strong squeeze. “Whatever is going on,” He pauses, using his other hand to tilt your chin up so that your eyes meet his, “Peach, you can tell me. But hiding in your room isn’t healthy-”

“You should leave.” You deadpan, withdrawing your hand from his tight grip. Peter’s lips part and he feels like he’s received a low blow to the gut. He stares at you curiously, cursing whoever or whatever happened to make you so apathetic. Unmoved by his words, your eyes narrow and your jaw tightens with it, fire growing in your eyes.

“Did you hear me?” You roar, Peter flinching. Suddenly, you’re out of bed for the first time and moving around your room, kicking even the slightest of obstacles out of your path. Clothes are launched at Peter’s chest and you shove his backpack onto his lap, the loose papers flying around like they’re part of a snowstorm. “Leave Peter! I don’t want you here! Get out!” Your face is hot and your chest heaves as you attempt to catch your breath.

Peter stands up, holding his hands up as a means to surrender. Fear, confusion, they cloud his features and he can’t even find it in himself to say anything. Just as quietly as he came, takes his belongings and slips out of your room. By the time your knees give out and you collapse on the floor, sobbing violently, your best friend’s presence is nothing but a distant memory.

A few days later, Peter trades in his overwhelming concern for his Spider-Man suit. As he goes about his evening, he patrols the neighborhood in effort to keep the painful look in your eyes out of his mind. The thought of your anguish makes him feel like he’s separate from the world, the rush of his powers subdued. He misses you; he misses the way you tease him about his nerdy obsessions and how you try to impress him with puns. He misses your smile, the way it radiates from within and causes crinkles to form by your eyes. Peter misses your hugs, your laugh, your obnoxious cheek kisses, and he loathes the fact that although you’re dwelling only a block away from him, you’re far away enough that it’s like he’s mourning you.

“I’m sure (Y/N)’s fine Peter.” Karen says. Peter sighs, shooting his web at the top of the bank, landing atop the roof only seconds later.

“I wish she would just tell me what’s wrong.” He replies, collapsing in a heap onto the concrete. “She’s refusing to talk to me.”

“Maybe, she can’t talk to you.” She offers, but Peter grimaces.

He presses the heels of his hands to his eyelids, letting out an exasperated groan. “I’m her best friend, Karen! And she knows how much I care about her and how important she is to me and I just don’t understand! She should be able to tell me anything, everything, but it’s like she resents me for even caring and it’s driving me insane-”

“I mean,” Karen interrupts, her voice authoritative, “Maybe she can’t talk to you because you are her best friend. Whatever is going wrong, she might not want to hurt you, or for you to see her differently. But say, if someone else were to ask her what’s wrong, like a stranger, maybe she’d open up.”

The emerging moonlight illuminates the frown overtaking Peter’s face.“How does talking to a stranger help me find out what is wrong with her?”

Peter swears if she were a human, Karen would’ve rolled her eyes at him. “Have you forgotten that you’re Spider-Man?”

He immediately shakes his head. No, no, he could never, right? “I can’t just, pretend I’m not Spider-Man. I would be lying to her and I can’t do that.”

“Don’t you want to help her?”

Peter nods, “Of course I do.” He says, chewing on his bottom lip. Whatever Karen says afterwords falls upon deaf ears. If you found out, you’d kill him, first for not telling you about his secret identity and second for using it against you when you were at your most vulnerable. But if he didn’t at least try and something happened to you, he would never be able to forgive himself. He could perfectly envision your fallen face, complete with a gaped mouth and teary eyes, but the apathy you expressed in your bedroom that day was arguably worse.

He groans heavenward, swearing under his breath as he stands up, leaping off the roof and setting about the route to your apartment.

When he arrives, the sight he’s met with fills him with sorrow. He expected to see your window open, letting the cool night breeze flow through your dark room as it has for the past week, but what he finds is anomalous. Your back is pressed to the small space of brick wall on your fire escape, and your knees are tucked tightly into your chest. You don’t move, nor speak, and if not for the few sniffles he hears come from your body he would’ve assumed you already frozen to death. Taking a deep breath, he lowers himself down from the fire escape above yours, perching himself on the corner.

You’re too wrapped up in your own thoughts to notice the noise he makes, startled only by the clearing of his throat. Taking in the visual, your hand flies to your chest as you let out a little squeal. Unsure if your isolation has somehow driven you to insanity, you blink a few times, only to find that yes, Spider-Man, as in the superhero, Avenger Spider-Man that saves old ladies and decathlon teams, is on your fire escape. “What the fuck man?” You yell, your hands thrown up in the air. “You can’t just show up on girl’s balconies like that you creep!”

Peter is truly relieved to see any form of emotion from you, but he refrains from both sighing and giggling and maintains his composure, making sure his voice disguise his in effect. “I’m uh, Spider-Man.” He says, mentally face palming. Of course she knows you’re Spider-Man.

You squint, folding your arms across your chest. “I know who you are, dumbass. Just because you’re a superhero doesn’t mean you can stalk people.”

The eyes of his mask reflect his narrowed ones. “I am not stalking you. I’m here to tell you that...” He pauses, racking his brain for a ruse, “It’s cold and, you should definitely get a jacket or something.”

“Maybe I want to be cold.” You say, but the once playfulness of your tone has subtly dissolved.

He carefully slides across the railing of your fire escape until he’s directly in front of you. “Why do you say that?” He asks, and you chuckle, but it’s not light and infectious like he wishes it was, rather it’s humorless.

You shrug, taking your eyes off him and resting your head on the metal posts. “I dunno. If you get cold enough, you can’t feel anything. I like that feeling.”

Startling him, Karen’s voice quietly enters his ears. “Now’s your chance Peter.”

Peter swings his body over the railing and takes a seat adjacent to you, his back facing outwards towards the street. He wants to reach out to you, but he knows that as much as he may want to be, he can’t be your best friend right now. “What’s wrong?” He asks.

Again, you shrug, but you’re unable to even force a smile. “Nothing much. Just your typical, average teen stuff. Nothing you’d care about nor understand.”

“I think I may understand more than you think.” He offers, and you sigh, your breath forming a small cloud just past your lips.

You turn your head, looking at the masked man and contemplating whether you have enough sense to cease the conversation before it starts. But your bottled up emotions are now eating away at you parasitically and strangely, Spider-Man has an eery familiarity, so you decide to speak. “The kids at school... they’ve always been mean to me. It’s stupid stuff, like snide comments about my looks or the things I like. Usually I can just brush it off because I always had my best friend Peter. But lately it’s like, it’s like I’ve lost control of everything. I haven’t been to school in a week because the thought of being there gives me so much anxiety that I can’t breathe.”

Peter doesn’t realize that what once was a casual hold on the metal of the fire escape has grown tight enough it’s bending under his grip. You’re being bullied. You’re being bullied. The kids at your school have been tormenting you for no reason other than their own sick gratification and he’s been too caught up in his extracurriculars to even notice. His stomach turns and he curses himself for being so stupid as to let you suffer in silence. With his voice thick, he answers. “Why didn’t you tell your friend uh, Peter?”

“You don’t know Peter.” You say, as he shifts uneasily. “We’ve been friends since we were babies. He’s been through a lot the past few years and I’ve always been the first one to support him. But this? Being bullied isn’t a big deal. Who am I to burden him with the stupid problems I should already be able to deal with?”

“Your problems aren’t stupid. And being bullied is a big deal.” He sits up straighter, leaning in towards you. “I don’t know you. But I’m sure you’re an amazing, smart, beautiful girl that doesn’t deserve the shit she’s getting. High school sucks, and people suck, but that doesn’t mean you can’t talk to m-Peter. If he’s really your best friend, he’s probably dying for you to be honest with him.”

“And what if he doesn’t care? Or if he hates me like everyone else? If I lose him I’ll be completely alone and I don’t know if I can survive that.” You confess, your eyes filling up with tears. Peter finally reaches out, his gloved hand resting on your foot.

“He’ll listen.” Peter assures, staring her dead in the eye. “I know for a fact he will. And I’m sure he’ll punch whoever’s been bullying you without question.”

For the first time in what feels like forever, you laugh, a genuine, light, eye crinkling laugh. “Peter Parker wouldn’t punch a fly.” You giggle, wiping your tears away with the back of your sleeve. “But I think I may take your advice after all, Spider-Man.” You wink, glimpses of your unique playfulness shining through the cracks of your stony exterior. In one swift motion, Peter stands up and perches himself back on the railing, preparing himself to disappear away into the night.

“I’m glad you showed up when you did. If not for you I probably would’ve frozen to death out here.” You joke, starting to follow his lead by collecting yourself and starting to climb back into your room. Peter laughs, looking at you like you’re the only girl in the world.

If it weren’t for the sight of your mouth gaping and the color draining out of your face, Peter would’ve thought what he said next was merely contained to his thoughts. His heart, which was once beating at a fluctuating, but stable pace, goes completely still from the sheer disbelief. He’s either beet red or sheet white, but the color doesn’t matter; because to her, her friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man shattered her world with one, unforeseen sentence.

“You know I love you too much to let that happen Peach.”

Your heart beats once, twice, three times, but your mind is completely blank. A few feet away from you, Peter is shocked, he’s panicked, and although he could easily swing away and never speak to you again, he’s frozen in place.

“Excuse me?”

Peter sputters incoherently, but both you and him know he’s at a loss for words. Not only has he revealed that he knows your name, but he’s just- he’s confessed his love for you, the love love way. You stare at him, your forehead creased as you try to convince yourself that the pieces your brain are putting together are disjointed and incorrect.

“H-How do you know that name?” You ask, your voice raspy. He doesn’t respond, his now functioning heart pounding in his ears loud enough that he can hardly hear you. “I said,” You murmur, approaching him slowly, “How do you know that name?”

Peter’s frigid body loosens and he lowers himself from his stance, feeling his feet come into contact with the freezing iron. His words have already failed him once, and if he contemplated it more he probably wouldn’t have reached out to you, but at this point, he’s so distraught that he sincerely believes nothing could make it worse.

He takes once step forward and you take another back, shaking your head as your eyes start to water. “No. No.” You push his hands away, covering your face with your practically purple hands. It can’t be. It can’t be. You think, your face flooding for what feels like the millionth time just this week alone. “Peter?” You say, less to him and more to yourself. He crumples to his knees, his head turned up as to look at you. From this angle, your hair is blowing in the harshness of the breeze and under the moonlight you look like an angel high above him.

With as much ease as one would use to remove their own skin, Peter peels off the mask, exposing his somber and shameful expression to you. Although you now knew what you would see, you gasp anyway, unable to do much more than stutter and stare.

You point to him with a trembling finger. “Y-You let me talk about you a-and the bullies and you were here the w-whole time. You’re Spider-Man and you didn’t tell me. You love me.” You blink, your shock unwavering. “You love me.”

Peter opens his mouth to speak, but what comes out is barely above a moderate whisper. “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you (Y/N) I just,” He pauses, tears flowing profusely down his cheeks, “I needed to know what was wrong so I put on the suit and I came and-”

“-And you just thought the logical thing to do was to pretend you were someone else while I openly talked about you?” You snap, quickly wiping away at your face. Peter hangs his head, but you capture his attention again with a swift punch to his shoulder. “What kind of asshole gets superpowers, doesn’t tell his best friend, leads her on about his identity only to tell her he loves her!”

He peers up at you through damp lashes, clearing his throat. “I was really, really worried.” He offers, unintentionally sheepish.

“Because you love me.” You reiterate, but a smile is playing on your lips that not even you can deny. Peter slowly stands up again, his eyes wide as he gathers up the remnants of his courage. You don’t fight as he comes closer to you, letting your hands come in contact with the texture of the suit around his waist

“Because I love you,” Peter starts, placing his warm, gloved hands on your cheeks, “I didn’t tell you about being Spider-Man. Because there are bad things and bad people and if you got hurt because of me, I don’t know what I’d do.” He steps only a half step closer, running one hand through your knotted hair. “Because I love you, I’m going to punch the sons of bitches who’ve been bullying you.” You smile, and a huge weight rolls off his shoulders. It’s okay. “Because I love you, I’m stood out in this brick weather confessing what I’ve been feeling for sixteen years because I was too much of an idiot to do subtle reconnaissance.”

You giggle, falling into the warmness of his eyes like its the only solace from the cold surrounding you. “I would be livid at you if I didn’t love you so much.” You mumble, closing your eyes and letting him press his cold lips to yours. It’s soft and it’s sweet, just like he is, and when he pulls away from the force of a gust of wind you want him back for more.

“You’re not off the hook asshole.” You tease, burying your nose into his muscular chest. “But I’m definitely going to yell at you from inside of my room. With the windows tightly shut.”

Peter laughs, pecking the flushed tip of your nose. “Will there be more kisses?” He asks hopefully, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs.

Feeling the color rush to your cheeks, you smile brightly. “Definitely more kisses.”

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